#Marcus White x Reader Drabble

[imaginewarehouse]

Yandere!Marcus White x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You're having a thing with Marcus as, just, rebound stuff. He's someone, to you, to have some fun with, and help forget about the guy that broke your heart. And he knows this. He knows what he is to you- what he is supposed to be in this situation.

But he has no intention of letting you go- especially not when your ex starts trying to get you back.

Warnings: Yandere character, Age Difference (Marcus is like, early to mid 30's and you're fresh outta college), Emotional Manipulation, sexual references, a dose of sexism- okay so this got a little away from me XDD I think you'd be better off with your douchewagon of an ex in this one- but I hope someone with just as messed up a mind as I do somewhere, likes this XD

Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibesand @one-edgy-bitch

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"Okayyy, haha. I've got to go, now," You grin, pulling away even as Marcus tries to follow you, and forcing a giggle at his playful actions before letting him go; Stepping back. "Breaks over, lover boy. Time to get back to work."

"Come on... "

"Don't 'come on', me... I'm coming over to your place after work!- you can wait til then!" Shaking your head at him with a gentle, perturbed grin on your face, you're about to step further away- when your phone suddenly dings. And as you pull it out of your pocket and take a look at the message, Marcus takes you by the hips and guides you back to him as he leans against the wall once again.

The next words uttered are from Marcus, and theirs a marginally more serious tone to his voice. Probably due to your sudden change in body language, getting stiffer, as you read the message. "Who's that?... " He asks quietly, thumbs brushing over the skin showing between your shirt and your jeans. You glance at him, heart racing suddenly, before swiftly pocketing the phone, and flashing a smile; But removing his hands from your body.

"Just a data alert." Yes, you feel bad for lying, but you aren't about to tell him that it was your ex boyfriend saying hi. That would be way too awkward.

What Marcus doesn't know, isn't going to hurt him.

Immediately that dumb, handsome smile returns to his face and you feel relief simmer in you. "Okay! So- you're definitely coming over tonight, right??"

You nod, quickly. "Definitely! Now, I gotta go take over for Garret! See ya!"

"Wait- " You'd already turned around to rush off... maybe to respond to that text you received, if your heart can calm down for a damn second... but Marcus' call makes you stop, turn around. He's now standing up straight, towering over you, and his arms wrap around your body once again; Pulling you up against his.

"Oh. Watch those hands, Marcus, remember we're at work~" You joke light-heartedly, at the advance, but your giggles are cut off abruptly when he kisses you. Its an oddly deep kiss, for the moment; His lips seeming to totally encompass you as he applies pressure, and you almost lose yourself in it. Almost getting dizzy, as you allow yourself to be deterred by him- afterall, that's why you're together. A good old romp to get your mind off a painful ex. A rebound.

The feeling of his hands drifting down a bit too far, though, wakes up. And you end the kiss- snatching up his wrists, and placing them back in front of him with playful wink. "What'd I say?"

Then you turn on his cheekily smirking face, and successfully walk off.

Marcus watches you turn the corner, before revealing your phone in his hand, which was hidden from your view as you had walked off, and switches it on as he leans back against the wall. Just chilling... snooping... Its fine. He had a pal in prison who did the exact same thing with his gal, and they're going strong 30 years, now. "Okay, Y/N... lets see what's really going on, here... "

When he sees the most recent message, not even opened yet, a disappointed frown immediately spreads across his face. He sighs. "Oh, Y/N... " Then, realising you did not start contact with your ex, on further inspection... Marcus' eyes narrow. A dangerously displeased, almost mad look appears in his eyes. "Oh, hell no."

Because he can talk to you. You're maybe having a bad day if you text your ex, and he can convince you that that's a bad idea.

But if its your ex texting you- that's a threat. Marcus has to do something about this.

He's not going to let you get swept away from him- he has a plan, see? Yeah, he agreed that what the two of you had would just be rebound fun... but that's just for now. You're going to fall for him; That's how it works. You two'll be regular romantic comedy material, he's sure. He's just got to convince you that this is right, then you're going to realise what he already knows, that you two are meant for each other, and rebound sex will turn into making love; He'll be your boyfriend, not just your Guy. And your husband, too, one day. He knows it'll work.

But this could destroy his chances entirely. This is a huge problem. He's got to get rid of this.

~

After getting to his place and returning your phone, convincing you that you must have accidentally shoved it in his pocket rather then yours seeing as you two were so wrapped up together- you and Marcus found yourselves in the kitchen... after fucking, that is. There's a tub of ice cream between you as you chat about your days, and Marcus is living. He cant help but think this is how it should be. You in his shirt, giggling at jokes he's made, eating ice cream after mind-blowing sex with him.

Him.

That should be every day!

And it will- as long as he can put you off your ex.

"Hm," He chuckles, loving the sound of your laughter when he throws a zinger at you... but, unfortunately, knowing he's gotta change tact soon, if he's going to make any headway today, with your whole... douchebag ex, situation. "So... when I realised I had your phone... I might have noticed something... "

Your spoon stops on its way to the ice cream, and its a dead give away that you're hiding something. Even though he knows what's going on, he hates that you haven't been honest with him. If you're going to be married some day, you're going to have to trust him. Every sturdy relationship is built on honesty, and trust. Oh, he'll teach you. "... Oh?... "

Feigning awkwardness, which is not hard at all because this is an awkward conversation, Marcus rolls his shoulders back before he starts. "Was that, um, your... ex? That texted you?"

Immediately, you droop. You leave your spoon in the ice cream tub, and avoid his gaze. Its cute. Sighing, you take a deep breath after a moment, and nod. "Yeah... it was." Good girl.

Marcus cant help but wonder whether you're nervous because he found out, though, or because this... guy... makes you nervous.

He wants to be the one making you nervous.

Faking a relaxed demeanour, though, Marcus shrugs; Focusing on the delicious treat between you. "What does that douchebag want?"

"Marcus!" You gasp, and his blood boils. What? He's not allowed to call your ex a douche? He left you!!

Ugh, he has to shut this down now.

"What? He hurt you, didn't he? 'M just being a good friend... Just a little... protective over you, you know? You don't deserve to be treated like that." And with him, you would never get hurt like that. God, why cant you just see that he's the right one for you? Why doe she have to jump through hoops?

Fuck, Y/N!

Marcus blood pressure is definitely rising as he works himself up, but he tries to stifle it; To shut it down. Because you look so fucking cute, blushing and embarrassed. "Yeah... I know." You speak softly, looking down at your lap. "I was just with him for long y-you know?? I just... he has me wrapped around his little finger, and I... I don't know... how to escape." You deflate like a sad balloon, pouting, and it takes everything in Marcus not to squeeze sense into you. He settles for taking one of your hands in his over the table; Being a comfort.

Oh... Y/N, you don't know anything about being wrapped around someone's finger. You've got him in a Chinese fucken finger trap. And you don't even know it!

"Hey," He pushes through the intrusive thoughts, thinking that you're such a bitch for saying these things to him, such a thoughtless, naïve, little bitch. Because he would never say those things to you, never. He loves you, and he would never want to make you feel sad... Even if you destroy him. "I get it. I do. But... its not forever, you know? I'm here to help you." He forces a kind smile, feeling it become real as you give one back; Optimism and warmth in your sweet, innocent face as you look up at him. Him! "And part of that, is not letting you text that asshole back."

"... You're sweet, Marcus."

A bashful grin flashes across his face. "You're sweeter."

Oh, that was such a sweet moment between us, Marcus thinks, grinning at you. That's what he craves.

Days full of cute moments like that between me, and my lovely little stay-at-home, mother-of-my-kids. My little, dumb wife.

A perfect life with her.

... Then you snort. "Haha- that was reeal cute, there. Lets try not to let it happen again, though, okay?" You giggle, visibly cringing as you return to the tub of ice cream, scraping out a nice mouthful of the creamy substance. Marcus feels his heart thud at it, though, and the grin is wiped clean off of his face.

... Stupid fucking bitch. What the hell was that!? That was foul. You really should get punished for something like that- you're just lucky you're not at that point, yet. When you're his, undoubtedly his... then... Well, then you'll just have to learn how to fucking behave.

For now though, Marcus pastes on a smile; Only squeezing your hand a little harder instead of telling you what for.

"Yeah, hah... Kinda dumb." He forces the words out, watching you grin and nod your head, sucking on the spoon. Rolling his shoulders once again to relieve the tension, Marcus moves on. "So... y'think you're gonna text that fucker back?"

Looking thoughtful for a moment, frowning as your eyes fall downcast and your teeth nibble on the end of the utensil between your teeth - honestly making Marcus a little hard at the sight, - , you honestly leave him hanging for a few moments... before you finally shrug. "I don't think so. You're right, he did hurt me, and... the easiest way to get over him, I guess, is to ignore him." Your eyes flicker up, wide and adorable, to his. "Right?"

"Totally."

When you smile, hop off the stool and onto his lap to finish the rest of the ice cream, Marcus smiles for real.

You're fucking perfect.

#Marcus' got a bit of a pat bateman thing going on here XDD #Superstore #Superstore x Reader #Yandere Fic #TW: Yandere #TW: Abuse Intent #Yandere!Marcus White x Fem!Reader Drabble #Marcus White x Reader Drabble #Marcus White x Reader #Marcus White #Superstore Marcus #Yandere!Marcus White

[janaispunk]

28 "No one ever cared about me like you." for Joel or Marcus Pike, please?? Thank you for writing all this amazing stuff for us <3

no one can hurt you now

pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

word count: ~1.2k

summary: You’ve been traveling through the country with Joel and Ellie. After finally arriving in the safety of Jackson, you realize how much Joel means to you.

tags/warnings: post outbreak, mentions of infected, fighting and blood, reader doesn’t value her life that much tbh, angst, anxiety, comfort, able-bodied reader, no use of y/n (please let me know if i missed something <3)

a/n: dearest anon, thank you so much for your kind words and for sending this prompt in! this started out as a drabble but got out of control, so i hope you enjoy this little fic 🫶🏻

dividers by @saradika-graphics who is amazing <3

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The clicker’s teeth snap at you inches away from your face, your arms straining desperately to hold the creature off. A shot rings through the air and the clicker stills as blood splatters across your face.

You push the now lifeless weight off of you and try to stand back up, your shaky legs underneath you barely cooperating.

“Thanks,” you mutter, gasping for breath.

“The fuck was that?” Joel barks, the gun still grasped so tightly in his hand that his knuckles are turning white.

“It was- running at Ellie, I just-“

You’ll admit that you hadn’t really thought it through when you lunged at the clicker that had charged in the girl’s direction without any weapons in your hands. Not her, had been the only clear thought in your head. She wasn’t replaceable.

You were.

“You just what? Thought you’d get yourself killed?”

“No! I don’t know, okay? I still bought us time, and you got it, so-”

You don’t like the way he’s glaring at you, like you did something fundamentally wrong. You took a risk, yes, but his main objective is taking the girl across the country. You’re just… there.

“So?! Fuckin’ stupid, is what it was,” he snaps before he turns around abruptly and stomps further into the abandoned house that you’re hoping to spend the night in. You wait until your legs finally stop trembling before you follow him.

It’s the middle of the night when Joel finally speaks to you again. You had settled down in one of the bedrooms on the upper floor, not before searching the house extra thoroughly after the clicker incident earlier.

You can hear Ellie’s soft snores from across the room and you would have sworn that Joel was asleep too. Your mind didn’t rest, replaying the scene over and over, the way Joel snapped at you making your chest hurt each time.

“You don’t get to not make yourself a priority, you hear me? I won’t let you.”

You flinch at the unexpected sound from his corner of the room, but his voice is gentle, like he’s approaching a scared animal.

“But Ellie-” you still try to protest.

“I care about Ellie just as much as you do.” He hesitates for a second. “But I also care about you.”

You feel heat flushing your cheeks and you avert your gaze, even though it’s too dark for him to see your face anyway.

“You shouldn’t,” you mutter, “she’s the one that matters.”

“So do you,” he grumbles.

“Not like her.”

He heaves a sigh and you hear him moving closer to you in the darkness.

“Listen to me.” His tone is gruff, but you can feel the intensity behind his words. “I couldn’t- shit, I couldn’t do this alone. Just take care of yourself. Don’t be stupid. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree in a hushed voice.

You know that this is the closest that Joel Miller will ever get to admitting that he doesn’t hate you. You try to fight the feeling, but warmth is spreading through your chest at the thought that he actually wants you around, that he’s not just letting you tag along because he doesn’t know what else to do with you.

It’s your first real night in Jackson, the first time that you’ve arrived at a place and didn’t immediately make plans on where to go next. The first night that you’re spending in a real bed in god knows how long. The first night that you don’t have to sleep with one eye open, always waiting for the next danger to find you.

And the first night in a bed with Joel. Neither of you had protested when you were assigned to one house with him and Ellie. You know what Joel and you look like, from the outside. You don’t think that you care, not really.

The house has three bedrooms anyway, so it didn’t matter. At least that’s what you thought, until you had all said good night to each other and you were lying alone in the darkness, wide eyes staring up at the dark ceiling, as you were trying to stop the anxious shivers running through your body.

It was too quiet, the mattress too soft, the room too… empty. You had gotten used to the steady breathing of two other people around you, and now that they weren’t in the room with you, everything felt wrong. What if you woke up tomorrow to find them both dead, to find yourself alone in the world once more? How were you supposed to make sure they were safe when you weren’t with them?

Before you could overthink it, you got up, checked on Ellie who was sleeping soundly and padded over to the room Joel was in.

“Can’t sleep?” his low drawl had greeted you as soon as you cracked the door open.

You wordlessly shook your head and he sighed.

“Me neither. Doesn’t feel right like this, does it?”

That’s how you ended up under the covers next to him. No touching of course, both of you keeping a firm distance. This was just so you could both catch some sleep. Just for tonight.

Except that you’re still not able to let sleep drag you under. Your body is tense, acutely aware of his presence next to you, his body heat easily traveling the short distance between you. You could bridge it just as easily, just reach your hand out to - do what, exactly?

You huff out a breath and turn onto your side, shuffling the sheets with your movement.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice is barely above a whisper and before you can open your mouth to respond, his fingers find your face and graze over your cheek in a barely there contact.

He had touched you before, of course, checking you for injuries, soothing you with a hand on your arm or a brush over your hair, but never like this. Never in the darkness of the night and never when you could sense the tension in the air between you, could almost feel his breath on your face. You have never been so acutely aware of the warmth of his fingers that’s seeping into your skin right now.

“I just- I never thanked you for taking me here, for taking care of me.”

It’s not what’s on the forefront of your mind, not the thing that’s plaguing you in this moment, but it’s still true, and much easier than admitting to him that feeling his body so close right next to yours has you practically burning up, has your fingers itching to touch him, to breathe him in.

Joel hums.

“You don’t have to. Of course I did that.”

You try swallowing the lump that suddenly builds in your throat.

“No one ever cared about me like you,” you admit in a whisper.

“Hey,” Joel mumbles, alarmed at the thickness of unshed tears in your voice, “come here, sweetheart.”

Both of his arms reach towards you and his hands splay over your shoulders to pull you into his chest. His warmth engulfs you and you feel the tension in your body subsiding as you’re resting your head over his steady heartbeat.

“We’re safe now,” he whispers into your hair. “I’ll always keep you safe.”

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[jksprincess10]

Keep it || Marcus Pike x reader

A/N: This is just a smutty Marcus Pike drabble that I had to get out of my mind. This is my first time writing for him, I hope it's adequate.

Summary: Your husband wants to shave his beard. You convince him to keep it. (700 words)

CW: minimal editing, body worship, cock worship, blowjob, come eating, pet names, lots of compliments, praise kink, age kink (reader is into older looking men), no y/n.

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Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror; a white towel tied precariously around his waist. You walked silently until you found yourself behind him. You saw the blade in his hand, so close to the skin of his jaw, before you stopped him by grasping his wrist. Your husband looked at you through the mirror’s reflection, puzzled.

“Keep it, I like it.”

Busy with a case, agent Pike had forgotten to shave his face in the last few days. Brown hair grew sparsely on his chin, his cheeks and under his nose.

“Do you?” A shy smile tugged at his lips, and he left the razor behind, abandoned on the marble counter. He turned around and pulled you closer to him, his arms around your waist. You wore one of his old t-shirts – because it smelled like him and you could never enough, and a tiny pair of panties that made him crazy.

“Yes. It makes you look…. Older.”

“Is that a good thing?” He tried to look offended but failed.

“Yes.” You pulled on his cheeks and kissed him softly, a tease of a peck. “Keep it. Please.” You insisted with the sweetest eyes you could muster.

“Anything for my beautiful wife.”

Before he could even react, you untied his towel and let it fall to the floor, leaving him bare.

“And for the most beautiful man. What does he wish for in return, hm?”

Marcus’s lips fell open, but no sound came out. His brown eyes were glassy with tiredness, but his eyelids were heavy with lust.

“Show me.” You whispered, before licking into his open mouth playfully. He bit down on your bottom lip with a playful groan, before pushing on your shoulders, bringing you to your knees in front of his member that slowly got hard, its interest peaked. Your knees rested on his white towel.

“This okay?” Marcus asked softly.

“Of course.” You started by kissing his strong thighs. “I want to worship you, Marcus Pike.” A noise akin to a curse left the barrier of his lips, as his hand held the back of your head. You kitten-licked the tip of his cock, your eyes watching his face attentively for any sign of pleasure, and you were rewarded instantly. Satisfied, you took him between your lips slowly, taking the time to let him feel all your mouth. One of his hands grasped the counter behind himself so he wouldn’t fall.

When your noise was almost buried in the hair at the base, you stopped, swallowing around him.

“Good girl.” He praised you in a pained whisper, a hand still caressing the back of your head. You lived for his praise, so you started moving your lips slowly, your tongue tasting all of him, until only his tip rested on your tongue. You looked up at your disheveled husband with amused eyes, mouth opened lewdly.

“The most beautiful man. With the most beautiful cock.” You wrapped a hand around the base, feeling his heavy balls that were only asking to be emptied, before slipping your palm up and down his erection.

His eyes closed momentarily, and he let out a soft whimper. Marcus Pike, perfect FBI agent, was trying to keep his composure.

“Can you go faster for me, please?” He was always so gentle. So polite. Even when you were on your knees for him.  

“Since you asked so nicely.” You wrapped your lips around the tip as you moved the base faster, hollowing your cheeks so he would feel all of it.

“That’s - fuck, that’s it. Keep going, baby.” And you did, as your free hand squeezed his balls lightly, feeling how fucking full they were. “I’m gonna – fuck, where do you want me?”

You let go of him with your hand and took him deeper into your mouth as an answer, until you felt the salty and familiar liquid in the back of your throat. You swallowed everything and got up with his help. One of his hands wrapped around your head, he brought you closer to kiss you, tasting himself on your tongue. As you were separating your body from his, he stopped you.

“I’m not done with you. I want you to wet that beard you so badly want me to keep.”

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[agentmarcuspike]

Ziggy pls may I request our favourite man Marcus Pike and number 28? 🥹

you don't have to ask me twice

prompt: getting the giggles together over something that isn’t that funny pairing: marcus pike x reader word count: ~650 ⚠️ drabble, not proof read ⚠️

You’ve both worked late every day this week, and your cupboards are as empty as your stomach is when you finally get off in time to stop by the grocery store.

The urge to grab a frozen pizza you and your boyfriend Marcus can share and run home is strong, but you know for a fact that the last edible thing you have at home is half an oxidized bottle of white wine and a jar of orange marmalade, so you decide to stock up properly with all the basics. 

The paper bag nearly rips on your way up the five flights of stairs to the apartment you share, but you soldier on, and almost trip on your cat, Max, on your way through the door.

“Oh, careful, baby!” you say as he weaves through your legs, purring loudly. 

“You talkin’ to me, honey?” Marcus yells from the kitchen.

You choke down a snicker and follow Max, who goes directly to his food bowl.

Marcus greets you with a big smile, and the fork on its way to his mouth freezes mid air when he sees the shopping bag you plop down on the counter.

“You did the shopping?! Thank God!” Marcus beams, his smile growing even bigger. He moves to kiss your head, his breath making you scrunch your nose, and he starts unpacking the groceries, a meow escaping Max as he passes him. “I hear you, boy, you hungry?” 

“Dude, you smell like fish, what were you eating…?” You bend down to pet your cat where he’s waiting in front of his empty bowl, your face still in a slight grimace.

“Sorry,” Marcus smiles. “I haven’t eaten since lunch, and the only thing I found was some canned tuna in the back of the cupboard.” 

A silence follows as you look from Marcus to Max. Marcus stares into the now empty paper bag. 

“Did you buy cat food? The big bag in the closet is empty.” 

Something is starting to dawn on you, but you bite your cheek.

“No, I didn’t, cause we still have some wet food for him.”

“Really? Where?” Marcus looks at you expectantly, ready to open whichever kitchen cabinet you tell him to. 

“... In the back,”

His eyes go wide and he waits for you to finish.

“... Of the cupboard.”

His mouth opens slightly as it dawns on him too. 

“Next to the canned tuna?” he says, voice full of hope and denial.

You slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from bursting out laughing. You stare at Marcus, wide-eyed, waiting to see if he’ll gag or giggle. His fingers pinch the space between his eyebrows as he leans over, and for a second you think he might be crying. But then a snort escapes him, and you let yourself laugh too. 

Tears spring from your eyes and you fall on your back as Marcus bends over, both of you heaving for air at the same time. He leans his hands on his knees as he gathers himself, shaking his head.

"I'm too tired to even be sick."

He grabs the tuna can from the counter and dumps the rest of the smelly contents into Max’s bowl as he leans down to join you on the floor. Your lips meet in a soft kiss, and he rolls on top of you. He’s about to ask permission to deepen the kiss with his tongue when you pull back and cover his mouth with your hand.

“First of all, it’s like making out with a cat. Go brush your teeth,” you tcommand, and he bows his head in embarrassment. “And second,” you continue, “You might be full, but I still haven’t eaten.” 

Just like he always does when faced with the opportunity of taking care of you, Marcus sits up.

“I’ll cook you something,” he promises. “How ‘bout a quick tuna bake?”

You slap his cheek playfully as you roll over groaning, but your cheeks are sore with a satisfying ache after laughing so hard, as a grateful smile grows on your face.

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[bullet-prooflove]

Stockton!Series Part Seven: Graveside - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Marcus Alvarez)

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life @danzer8705 @drabbles-mc @alwaysachorusgirl @witches-unruly-heart @mysoulisasunflower @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @est1887 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @spookyboogyuniverse @thanossexual @lexondeck @weiwei0210 @trublu2u @justreblogginfics @oklahomapeach @keyweegirlie @wnbweasley @skyesthebomb @dakotapaigelove @jadesamhart @sisinever @msjava1972 @trublu2u @fleureeee @jp1019 @thiashazzywriting @jeybae @thiashazzywriting @collegegirl83 @fanfic-n-tabulous @ravennaortiz @just-a-throw-away

Stockton!Series:

Part One: El Cuchillo - An incident in the clubhouse causes ramifcations for the entire club.

Part Two: Always - Nestor learns about what happened.

Part Three: In the Dark - You and Nestor wake up to find armed men in your house.

Part Four: Sierra - Marcus takes care of the men who tried to kill you.

Part Five: Maternal - Nestor and you take refuge at a familiar location.

Part Six: Times Are Changing - Bishop and Marcus discuss the future of the club.

The light shines through the trees, highlighting the colours in your hair as you stand in the cemetery before the grave of your mother, clutching a bouquet of sunflowers. For a moment it feels like Marcus has seen a ghost, Sierra standing in the midst of the greenery. He thinks that’s what Ramos saw that day in the clubhouse, Sierra’s ghost haunting him. When you tilt your head to look at him, he sees Javi’s eyes and he knows that’s the reason that Ramos tried to kill you that night. You were evidence of a past he didn’t want to confront, a reminder of what Javi had taken from him. A shot at a wife, a family. He wouldn’t have been happy until every last trace of Javi was eradicated.

For Marcus right now the past is overlapping the present. Sierra was never the same after the night Ramos hurt her, and neither was your father.

Marcus remembers the days you had spent at his home, him and Izzy looking after you because your mother couldn’t bring herself to leave the bed and your father was too busy trying to take care of her. He recalls you cuddled up on his chest as he read to you, putting you to bed and whispering sweet dreams before he turned the nightlight on.

Sierra had disappeared not long after that, they’d found her car at the Sonny Bono Wildlife Reserve. Her and Javi used to go hiking there, they’d taken you a handful of times for picnics. Her body had been found in the clearing you’d frequented; a suicide note tucked neatly in her purse.

I just can’t live with what he did to me, it had read.

Your father had gone after Ramos that night, he’d beaten him so badly he’d almost killed him. The only reason Marcus had put a stop to it was because of the shit that was going down with the cartels. Ramos was the lynchpin to the whole operation, if he died, then they’d be looking at a war and the cost of that, the bloodshed, it would have been far too much.

It’s not a pardon, he had told Javi, it’s just a stay of execution.

How wrong he’d been. Ramos had used his position and his connections to make himself untouchable in the years that followed. Javi had thrown himself into raising his daughter, being the best father he could be in Sierra’s absence.

It was your attack that changed things, Marcus thought. The powerlessness, the helpless, it brought back the memories of your mother, what Ramos had done to her. He thinks that’s why Javi started stalking Ramos, learning his routine. That’s what he’d been doing the night that he was killed, the cops had told them he’d been side swiped by a drunk driver, but Marcus knew the truth. Ramos had made his move and taken Javi out. He just hadn’t been able to prove it.

Your father’s death had sent you off the rails, it was the catalyst for everything that followed after.

Marcus clears his throat as he comes to stand beside you, in his own hand he holds a bouquet of lilies, not white but purple. It had been Sierra’s favourite colour. He puts his flowers alongside yours before straightening his spine.

“Do you think she’d be proud of me?” You ask him, the edges of his mouth tip up into a small smile.

“I think she’d like Nestor.” He tells you, clasping his hands in front of him. “I think she’d be wondering why you haven’t married him yet.”

You laugh, the back of your hand rubbing across the tears on your cheeks.

“I don’t think she’s the only one.”

Marcus bows his head before his gaze comes to rest upon the gravestone in front of him. He thinks of the last conversation the two of them had.

“You’ll look after her for me, won’t you?” Sierra had said when he’d visited her at the house. You were in school, and he’d wanted to give Javi a break.

“You’ll be looking after her soon enough.” He’d told her, smoothing the hair away from her face. “You just need to get yourself better.”

That had been the day before she’d driven out to the Wildlife Reserve.

“I think she’d be happy with the life that you’ve build, the fact you help people.” Marcus says finally, his arm coming to rest upon your shoulders. He feels you begin to tremble, hears the catch in your chest.

“I miss her.” You choke out and it breaks his heart because if Ramos had had his way, you’d be in the grave alongside of her, alongside your father. Your whole family would have been obliterated because of one man and his selfishness.

“It’s ok mija.” He says, his hand rubbing soothing circles over your back. “I miss her too.”

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[just-here-for-the-moment]

JHFTM Fic Recs - blank slate Reader Insert fic recs Organized by Pedro Character

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October 5, 2022 fic recs

Blank Slate Reader Insert Fics - These are fics I've really enjoyed and where I did not find any racial descriptors of the Reader Insert character. No blushing, no red marks, no visible brusing, no white-coded hair or skin descriptors!🌟🌟🌟

My own notes are added here, but please heed all author warnings. My blog and all fics that I recommend are for 18+ friends only. Minors do not interact.

Dave York & Marcus Pike

Couples Getaway by @katareyoudrilling - Dave and Carol York and Marcus Pike x blank slate f!wife Reader Insert, partner-swapping and pool sex... HOT!!

Ezra

In Print by @prolix-yuy - Ezra x blank slate f!Reader, Reader gets to know Ezra through his diaries she finds

Frankie Morales

One Door Opens by @nothoughtsjustmeds - Frankie x blank slate f!Reader Insert/ex-wife, This was so sweet and melancholy!

Javier Gutierrez

Car sex w/Javi G by @william-butcher - Javi G x blank slate f!Reader, HOT!!

Javier Peña

Pedrotober drabble by @imtryingmybeskar - Javier Peña x blank slate f!Reader - 169 words so it's short, but it's hot and flirty and playful!

#JHFTM fic rec #JHFTM fic recs #blank slate reader insert #POC friendly fanfic #POC friendly fics #fics for all adult readers #fanfic for all #fic rec #fic recs #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #ezra x you #ezra x reader #ezra prospect x you #ezra prospect x reader

[littlemisspascal]

A/B/O Fic List for Pedro Pascal Characters

This was nicely requested and since I love a/b/o fics I decided to try my best to compile a rec list 😊 I know I’m gonna miss people because this fandom is huge so please let me know if you have a fic or know of a fic featuring a/b/o and I’ll add it asap 💗

Here we go:

@ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa  Din  Of Constellations and Creeds 

@thirstworldproblemss Din  It's All About What You Want

@absurdthirst Din  Bred + The Den +  Unexpectedly Mated /  Ezra  Heat + Worth More Than Aurelac / Frankie  Use Me & Mated + A/B/O / Oberyn  Alphas & Omega / Marcus M Kinktober Day 21/ Max Kinktober Day 17 / Pero  The Primal Prize / Marcus P  Inconvenient Heat / Dieter  Not An Alpha / Joel Claimed / Whiskey  Unwillingly Bonded

@lavenderursa Din Full + Restraints + Partialism + Circumstances + Anonymous + Linibar +   Tracyn + Slope  / Pero On the Floor + Emparejar + Your Gift + Forbidden +   Market +   Suited/ Frankie I’d Give You My World + Stolen +   Bond +    A/B/O +    Love Bites    

@slater-baby Din Upskirt

@neon-junkie Din In Heat

@221bshrlocked Din  Sanctified/Desecrated / Marcus P The Walls of Jericho

@iwishtobeastorm Din Cabur

@bumblebeezer Din Gentle + Goodnight Kiss + Okay, Short Stuff

@silver-pieces Din Mandalorian’s Mercy + Safe and Sound + In Charge

@mikeisthricedeceased Din Part 1 Part 2:Claiming Strangers

@charnelhouse Din Stone Age Love

@themaskismyface Din Yandere Din x Reluctant Reader + Alpha Din Fights Challenging Alpha

@maybege Din The Unexpected Series

@hdlynnslibrary Din Hidden Hurt + Like You Mean It

@djarinvibe Din  Dosed

@ahdraftingco Din  A Simple White Lie

@clareguilty Din A/B/O, Biting, Possessiveness

@amchapel Din Ficlet

@grogusmum Din  Crash Into Me

@rise-my-angel Din  Shadows of Mandalore

@chaoticgeminate Din My Heart Was a House

@ezrasbirdie Frankie The Devil's Backbone

@supernaturalgirl20 Frankie  A/B/O

@lilkermit14 Ezra Kinktober Day 21

@beskarberry Ezra Kudzu

@brandyllyn Ezra  A/B/O / Max A/B/O

@stardustmorozov Whiskey Showered in Love + Prompt Drabble + Comfort Zone

@scribbledghost Whiskey Care for You + Heat

@pumpkin-stars Oberyn Unexpected

@hopeamarsu Marcus P  Chance Encounter + Crescent Moon +  Full Moon

@writeforfandoms Pero  I Won’t Give Up / Din  Blister

@lowlights Pero  For Life

@oonajaeadira Joel  A/B/O

@littlemisspascal Joel  Getting Lost is Being Found

@unhinged-summer-fun Marcus M  Foreplay / Javier Drabble

@leslie-lyman Max  I Cannot Get You Close Enough

@whataperfectwasteoftime Dave  Stay With Me

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #a/b/o fanfic #Din Djarin #frankie morales #ezra prospect #pero tovar #oberyn martell #Agent Whiskey #Max Phillips #marcus moreno #Marcus Pike

[javierpinme]

EXCUSE ME! How DARE you!

Putting something so soft and sweet in the tags! MA’AM! THE AUDACITY!

And you just know Marcus doesn’t let himself sleep in a whole lot so this is just such an extra special moment on a random Saturday and he’s so thankful for you and Missy! And he loves his messy girls 😭😭😭

Well Cat, I ask for your forgiveness at my audacity by writing this little word vomit drabble for you. I hope this makes up for that indiscretion!! He DOES love his messy girls. He may even let go a little and join in on it. Maybe.

Breakfast Take Two

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!reader

Word count: 797

Rating: T

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, more fluff, and even more fluff, basically it's all 797 words of fluff.

A/N: Set after the events of Sunday Morning within the Time Restraints universe. I've had a bit of a block lately so this was a joy to write. Plus, I'll take any chance to include Missy in their domestic bubble. 😍

Time Restraints Universe Masterlist:

Overall Masterlist:

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Rustling from downstairs brings Marcus out of the edge of consciousness followed by faint giggling.

He chases the heat your body always brings, his brow furrowing when it's cold from your absence. His joints pop in protest when he releases the wear and tear of his body in a long stretch. It’s not as effective as your smooth hands that take him apart, pushing and pulling his achy muscles, putting him back together like magic until he’s boneless. This will suffice for now.

It's not often he sleeps in—always the first one up before the sun rises. Now that he’s awake he can see now why your pout is the first thing that greets him in the mornings even with the cup of coffee brought into your hands and a kiss delivered to your forehead. The rays peeking through the window are harsh and unwelcomed in this bubble of soft edges and traded love affirmations whispered during late nights.

A particularly loud shriek of laughter carries him out of bed, curiosity taking over when he slides his feet into the orthopedic slippers you purchased for him paired with a list of reasons how it will help him be more efficient at work, how he maybe won’t have to collapse on the couch immediately after a day out on the field.

“Even superheroes need to take care of themselves, Marcus.”

You were right of course. You always were.

The peals of laughter go up in volume as his feet pad down the cushioned stairs, the rhythmic pattering in his chest increasing at the sound of his girls enjoying themselves in the kitchen. A smile builds on his face at the sight he walks into.

***

You’ve grown used to not feeling his presence when you wake up, but you knew he needed it after the chaos of the day before—crawling out of bed hoping not to stir him, you tread lightly to his side of the bed unable to resist a kiss between the brows that held tension. You suppress a laugh when even in his subconscious he is searching for your warmth.

The door creaks a little loud for your comfort from your exit, but when you turn towards his sleeping figure he is undisturbed. A similar creak echoes in the house in the direction of Missy’s room and as suspected her little head pops out from her open door.

A soft smile is exchanged between you followed by a whispered question so as not to disturb Marcus.

“You want breakfast?”

After the both of you spend an inordinate amount of time staring into the almost bare fridge you make a mental note to drag Marcus to the store with you sometime in the week. It held the bare essentials so you agree to make pancakes again.

“No eggshells this time!”

One loud snort and your hand covers your mouth to shield the sound from reaching upstairs.

“Yes, sans eggshells.”

A quietness takes over the room as you start to build up your batter, interrupted by Missy’s impressed face when you show off by cracking the eggs one-handed.

“How did it happen anyway?”

You pause your stirring, hoping to hide your internal panic and come up with a little white lie as to why he was distracted—not because he was imagining all the things he wanted to do to you in that moment and then made good on it later in the privacy of his bedroom.

“Uh, he saw a bird fly by the window.”

A pause.

“What kind of bird?”

You resume your stirring to build yourself some time for an answer and clear your throat.

“It was….grey?”

Smooth.

“Oh, a mockingbird! Did you know that’s our state bird?”

You dip your fingers into the pile of discarded flour on the counter and flick it in her direction, a dust of white covering her pajama shirt. “Oh yeah? Where did you learn that, smartie?”

A delighted shriek comes out when Missy assesses the damage and dips her fingers into the bag of flour, your hands coming up in defense of the upcoming attack.

“W-Wait.”

That’s the only warning you receive before a cloud of white covers your dark shirt and in the corner of your vision covering your cheek. A frantic trading of flour, the idea of trying to keep quiet for Marcus forgotten-

“What’s going on?”

It’s at this moment Marcus could swear Missy is the mirror of you when you turn your heads towards the sound, wide eyed and lips parted, waiting for the inevitable scolding that never comes.

“Making….pancakes?”

Marcus nods in thought, walking further into the kitchen and dipping his fingers into the offending pile, the idea of what’s to come crossing both of your faces.

“I think you missed the bowl.”

Taglist: @lowlights @radiowallet @kmorales1 @honestly-shite @dobbyjen @kirsteng42 @sharkbait77 @mylovelycomandante @littlepadika

Tags that didn’t work: @imaginefishies @frankiemoralesxo

#marcus moreno #we can be heroes #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno x f!reader #marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno fanfic #marcus moreno x female reader #marcus moreno x fem reader #we can be heroes fanfiction #we can be heroes fanfic #time restraints universe #pedrostories

[imaginewarehouse]

Sandra Kaluiokalani and Marcus White x Reader || Drabble

Plot: You walk in after Glenn and Dina use Sandra and Marcus to get back eachother in the midst of their Baby Contract dispute (At the end of 3x11) and have to pick up the pieces. I just always wanted to help Sandra and Marcus out after that ep!! 

Warnings: The events of 3x11? 

Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibes and @one-edgy-bitch

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“Oh- hey, Glenn, Dina. I was actually looking for you two earlier to talk about my hours next Thurs- Ohhhhkay, we’ll talk later then I guess... “ You trail off, stopping in the doorway to the breakroom to watch the two rush off together very purposefully. Blinking, and then just shrugging, you turn back around and continue in to have your break. “Far be it me to understand management. Ok-... Oh, now, what’s happening here??” As soon as you take a look into the breakroom and see the lost and bewildered looking Sandra and silent, unbuttoned Marcus inside you know you just must have missed some shit. “Sandra?” Oh boy. “Marcus? What- Mateo, what happened in here??” 

“Craziness.” 

“Thank you, that’s a lot of help.” 

Your bespectacled associate returns to his paperwork, evidently tired by what has just happened. Or just doesn't care; Both are acute possibilities. “I aim to please... ” 

You turn back to Sandra and Marcus, your eyebrows knitting together in concern. “Guys?- Oh!” When Sandra suddenly shoots forward, face splitting into a deep frown and wrapping her arms around you you immediately return the hug and pat her back. Your voice gets softer, and more alarmed when you speak next. “Sandy, sweetheart, what happened??” 

She just whimpers obnoxiously into your shoulder, which is not help. So you sigh, stroke her hair, and pout. Oh sweetheart... What did those mean old managers do to you... Looking up from her head to Marcus over her shoulder, you catch his far-off gaze and arch your eyebrows, very concerned. Then you tilt your head and your expression becomes more serious; An eyebrow raised. “Did they ask you to undress, Marcus?”

“Uh, no no! I did this, uh... “ He trails off, giving the ground a few feet away the thousand yard stare... speechless. Marcus is speechless. This must be bad. 

O-Kay, then. “Y’all are starting to scare me.” They really are. Okay- Gently, you detach your friend from your arms and settle her down in a chair before then collecting, guiding and depositing Marcus to the same table. You sit down in front of them. “Alright. So, how about I guess... and y’all can either nod or shake your heads according to how warm I am?” 

They both nod solemnly; Marcus slowly buttoning up his coveralls and Sandra pouting deeply. You take a deep breath, thinking. Hmmm... “Okay, was Dina bullying Sandra again?” 

Two head shakes. Oh, really? Uh... good? You lean sideways in your chair to see Mateo behind Sandra, hoping he’ll maybe, you know, step in and explain since he was there, and his vocal chords are currently working unlike these two. He’s scribbling down on some paper, though, and doesn't even sense your look. Bollucks. 

“Were Dina and Marcus... rekindling an old flame then, maybe?” 

Immediately Marcus shakes his head... then nods. Then shakes his head again, nods carefully, then shakes his head with definition one final time. You raise your eyebrows. What in the fresh hell does that mean? “Can- can we use our words?” When he doesn’t move and Sandra breathes in... but no voice comes out, you look pleadingly. “But I love your words,” Most of the time. “Please?” 

Finally, after a moment, Marcus speaks up. “... Okay. So, what I think happened, was, “ He straightens up, holding his hands out in the air between you three symbolising Sandra, and him. “So on one hand, I thought I was gonna get to have sex with Dina again but she said it was all just to get at Glenn, and I got confused, but then she told me to take off my shirt so I started... but then they left... On the other hand- “ Sandra slams her fist on the table suddenly, causing you to whip your head around to look at her with very round eyes and Marcus to jump and yank his hands back to his body. 

“It was bullshit, Y/N!” Then, as quickly as it had appeared, Sandra’s red anger disappeared again and she relaxed back into her seat. “I thought I was going to have a baby.” Marcus crosses his arms and slumps in his own chair. 

“Yeah. Well I thought I was gonna get sex.” Sandra flashes him a ‘wtf’ look for that, but calms her gaze and looks to the table instead. 

Oh... okay ...? “I’m- I’m sorry, guys... “ 

Then, trying to pull all your thoughts together into one legible map for you to properly understand what happened here... but getting lost because truly nothing has been properly explained... you knit your brows together and look up again. “So... wait, what??” Who was Sandra going to have a baby with?? For gods sake- You turn your body to Mateo and hit the table he’s at to get his attention. “Would you just tell me what happened here???” 

“Ughhh,” He groans in response, throwing his head back. Too bad you don't care. “Fine... “ Nodding, you gesture for him to go on. “Glenn suggested that Dina sign a contract saying she wouldn't wanna, you know, steal the baby once it comes around, and she got offended so, long boring story short- she threatened to get pregnant with gross Marcus spawn instead and Glenn threatened to use Sandra as his surrogate instead in retaliation. Happy?? Now shut up, I’m busy... “ 

“Thank you,” You exclaim, exasperated as you turn around back to Sandra, looking even sadder and Marcus, looking utterly offended. “That wasn't so hard, now, was it? Go back to your magazines.” 

“Thank you... ” He snaps back, equally annoyed. You can practically hear Mateo roll his eyes, but move on with life. 

“Okay, so... I think I got it. First of all... “ Putting your hand on Sandra’s, you give her a sympathetic frown and make your voice gentle again. “I am so sorry, sweetheart... “ 

She sniffs. “Thanks... “ 

“I’m sure you’ll be a mother one day.” 

“I hope.” 

“And you’ll be a great one.” You insist. 

She takes your hand, then, and squeezes it. “Thank you... “ 

Giving her one last, kind smile, you turn then to Marcus. “And you- Buddy, Dina is never gonna sleep with you again. Don't fall for it next time. There are many many women who would be happy to spend the night with a handsome brunette in coveralls, though, so just look somewhere else. Plenty of fish in the sea, okay?” 

“You really think so?” He asks, huffing and crossing his arms which makes you giggle. 

“I know so.” 

‘Would you wanna?- ” 

“No.” 

#Sandra Kaluiokalani and Marcus White x Reader Drabble #Sandra Kaluiokalani x Reader #Sandra Kaluiokalani x Reader Drabble #Marcus White x Reader #Marcus White x Reader Drabble #Sandra Kaluiokalani #Marcus White #Drabble #superstore marcus #Superstore Sandra

[keeper0fthestars]

keeper’s fic celebration!

I’ve never done a celebration post on this blog and this is my chance to recognize a list of authors who are very fab and cool. I want to celebrate YOU. Your creativity deserves to be celebrated. *inserts cupcakes and confetti!!!*

Thank you for being here and for being brave enough to share these pieces of yourselves with us, for creating these kick ass worlds and characters that we can escape into and take comfort in. This year was a little easier a whole lot more fun because of you.  I’m so thankful for all the intelligent, heartfelt, passionate, and goofy shit you guys contribute to my life.

To everyone who reads: thank you for welcoming new writers and for giving them a chance. thank you for getting excited when someone posts a new chapter or a brand new fic. your comments and feedback are worth more than their weight in gold.  I hope this will encourage you to check out their masterlists because all their content is god Tier. This isn’t even a complete list and i can’t believe how long it got :D but here are some of the friends whose presence in this community I have been grateful for this year:

Ezra (Prospect)

Waxing Gibbous by @chews-erotically Mångata by @agirllovespancakes Below the Wrecking Line by @holographic-carmen He is Home by @mourningbirds1 Godless Creation by @cinewhore Halloween Costumes (prompt) by @sin-djarin I follow Your Fire by @heatherbel A Walk On The Wild Side by @fleetwoodmactshirt  Storm Of The Sea by @ergotautology Fairy Dust by @di-kut Electric Feel by @artemiseamoon My Bright Eyed Boy by @justrunamok The Exact Colour by @opheliaelysia Sweet Tooth by @opheliaelysia

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Picking Up Strays by @cornerficus His Beloved by @daviwrites Out of Love by @mcfreakin-bxtch To Be Loved And Lost  by  @starlight-starwrites Helix Catalyst Blueshift by @corvueros Sunlight by @comrade-kenobi Vencuyanir by @oloreaa  Space Oddity Series by @corrupt-fvcker Take me to Church (au) by @frannyzooey Sugar Petals by @goldafterglow Cutting Corners by @bobafctts The Light of Stars by @tiffdawg White Rose (au) by @aerynwrites Cat and Mouse by @b0n-chann Alleyways by @huliabitch The Beauty Of Curves by @tangledlove27 A few Quiet Moments by @mikeisthricedeceased In fields of White by @wille-zarr Heal your Wound, Heal Your Heart by @flightlessangelwings The Scent of Light by @tintinwrites Shelter from the Storm by @inglouriouslittlemousey

The Lovely Moons by @vercopaanir

continues under the cut:

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

One Summer Night by @tiffdawg Love me Two Times by  @adikaofmandalore  Neighbor!Frankie Series by @softpedropascal Take What You Need by @yespolkadotkitty Undressing you by @fleetwoodmactshirt The Bad Date by @littleferal Defensive by @littleferal Oh My Love, My Darling by @phoenixhalliwell  Roommates AU by @ezrasarm Addicted to You by @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa Querencia series by @spookyold-saintjm Risk and Reward by @loversandantiheroes  The Boxed Set by @frannyzooey First Dates by @writefightandflightclub Forget Me Nots by @bbygrgu 

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

We will always have Paris by @fromthedeskoftheraven Neighbor AU by @din-damn-djarin Welcome Home by @mylifeliterally With Love Waiting Outside The Door by @alwaysbethewest Just Say yes  by @heatherbel The Kind of Love You’ve Been Dreaming of by @opheliaelysia Scribbled Ink by @chaotic-noceur A Warm Welcome Home pt. 1 pt. 2 by @thirstworldproblemss Gold Fish & Milk by @perropascal Glass Hearts by @girlwithanewplan And Then I’d Kiss You @agentpike

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Observation Hypothesis Experiment by @alwaysbethewest  San Valentín by @opheliaelysia In A Bind by @givemethatgold Crystal Clear by @murdermewithbooks  Look How Long This Love Can Hold Its Breath by @themangolorian  The Favor Series by @hdlynnslibrary Fun Times in Babylon by @qveenbvtch I Cling To Your Lips Like Gloss by @buckstaposition Partial to the Cavatina by @hansoulo Don’t Look And It Won’t Hurt by @mourningbirds1 Virtues Uncounted by @filthybookworm When I think About You by @alwaysbethewest Once by @millllenniawrites The Same Coin by @bestintheparsec

Jack Daniels (Kingsman)

Back of the Bronco by @mostly-megan Valley Nights (au) by @jura-moon No Better Love by @punkpascal Blushing My Love is a Dagger by @goldafterglow But I Got Wise by @pedropascallion   A Little Bit of Honey by @alwaysbethewest Manhattan Universe by @fromthedeskoftheraven Baby Come Back to Me by @miss-me-jack Need You Now by @hiscyarika Never Will Be by @murdermewithbooks Digging Up Bones by @songsformonkeys Fireplace by @scribbledghost 

Special Mention:

(my favourite untitled drabble) by @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol  (obi wan kenobi)

Just For Tonight by @mylifeliterally (santiago garcia)

Insighting Flashback by @sarcasmisakindofmagic (poe)

dissimilato by @hansoulo (cassian andor)

Take the Bait by @bobafctts (din djarin x boba fett x reader)

In Plain Sight by @princessxkenobi (cassian andor)

Cold by @waatermelon-sugaar (poe dameron)

If It Please You by @lueurnotes (oberyn martell)

Breakfast by @corrupt-fvcker (paz viszla)

Team Building Exercise by @mylifeliterally (TF Boys)

Keeper of my Soul, Holder of my Heart by @maybege (paz viszla)

Moving Day by @mandoplease (frankie x santiago x reader)

Let it Snow by @ghostwiththemostbitch (poe dameron)

Best Clothes in Every Episode by @pedropascalito (javier peña)

Trivia Night by @unstoppableforcce (santiago garcia)

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 Angst Fic Recs

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#writer appreciation #you all are so freaking talented #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #javier peña #din djarin #the mandalorian #jack daniels #marcus pike #frankie morales #author rec #fic rec #I cannot believe how long this got! #keeper's fic rec celebration #pass the happy #god i hope the formatting sticks

[dakarimainink]

Bathtub Pleasures

WARNING: Smut, 18+, fingering, orgasm

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Reader (You)

Wordcount: 1K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own. (It's a small smutty Drabble, what can I say)

You´re laying in the bathtub when Pedro comes walking in

Masterlist

The mirror is covered in a thin layer of steam, slight drops of water gliding down the surface with the reflection of a man crossing the bathroom. You hear his light footsteps on the tile floor, and you open your eyes to find Pedro dressed in a single-breasted black suit. His hands are in his pockets and hair partially messy due to him always dragging his fingers through his hair.

You smile up at him and reach out a hand, which he gratefully takes and begins to stroke your knuckles with his thumb.

“How did it go?” You ask as you enjoy his soft touch.

His eyes travel along your body, momentarily lingering on your exposed breasts between the bubbles, before continuing its way up to meet your gentle gaze.

“It went well.” He lets go of your hand and takes a step back while sliding out of his suit jacket. “In fact, it went so well they offered it to me on the spot.” He places his jacket on a nearby chair and loosens the black tie around his neck. “How has your day been?” He turns to you and slowly saunter over to you while folding his white shirt sleeves up, exposing the slight veins on his arms.

You hold his gaze as he makes his way over to you. There is something in his gaze you can’t quite figure what is, but you know there is something. You lick your lips as you shift slightly in the tub, making the water move and expose your breasts further. “It has been adventurous. I finished some first drafts as well as doing some grocery shopping. I also ran into Marcus at the store, he told me he would like to have us over for dinner next weekend.” As you continue to talk about your day, he kneels down next to the tub and dips his fingers into the water, playing with the surface bubbles.

You can’t help but smile at his playful smirk as you talk. You place your hand on top of his on the tub edge. His eyes admire your glistening body and your lips as you talk. You feel your insides heat up at his gaze and you bite your lip.

He reaches forward with his free hand and unhook your lip with his wet thumb, leaving a shimmering spot on your lower lip. “So, you have been working today, grocery shopping, cleaned the house and made dinner plans for the next weekend?” He asks and retrieves his free hand. “You’ve been busy.” He mumbles and dips his hand down into the water. “And now you’re spoiling yourself with a well-deserved bubble bath.”

You gasp quietly as you feel his fingers grace against your leg. You stare into his eyes and you finally realise what you saw in his gaze, pure hunger. A slight fire licks your insides as his fingers trail up your leg. Your lips slightly part as he holds your stare. As his fingers slides up the inside of your thigh, your hand resting on top of his on the edge of the tub, grasp around his wrist in anticipation.

His fingers grab the apex of your thigh and kneads into your flesh. A shuddering breath escapes your mouth, but a slight frustration builds up as he stops his movement and stares at you. You look at him with both pleading and questioning eyes.

“Beg.”

The word sends pleasant shivers down your spine. You mutter lowly; “Please.” Your body anticipating the touch of his fingers already.

“Please what?” He asks with a dark tone.

The hold around his wrist tightens, frustration building up inside you. “Please finger me, please.” Your voice almost cracks at your pleading. It it a teasing game you enjoyed at occasions, but now is not one of those times. Besides, you like it more when you´re the one teasing, making him all hard and yearning for you.

A heartbeat barely passes before he slides two fingers inside your wet cavern. A moan slips out of you as he curls his fingers inside. You wrap you grip around his wrist tighter as you revel on his movements inside of you. Your back slightly arches as his thumb rubs circles over your clit.

He bites his own lip and breathes heavily, watching your squirming body having its insides set on fire. The sight makes him hard, his cock straining against his trousers. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, massaging your pulsating walls.

You let out a loud groan while feeling your nipples hardening in the humid bathroom air. Your nails dig into his wrist as your head tilts back and your free hand reaches for one of your breasts. You pinch your own nipple as he quickens his pace inside of you.

“Pedro.” You mutter with a shuddering breath as he slides in a third finger. “I´m…” You bite down on your lip as your body begins to strain and burn at the same time.

He continues to rub your clit while massaging your inner walls. He watches your body react to his movements and he can´t help but smirk at your helplessness. “Wanna come?” He asks.

You moan out loudly. “Yes.” You squeeze your own breast as you feel the edge coming towards you and you´re ready to fall.

He pushes his fingers deeper in and bends them perfectly to reach that spot within you. It doesn´t take long until you fall over the edge and your whole body explodes as you groan out his name. Your body trembles as he continues his movements through your orgasm.

“Good girl.” He moves forward and kisses your forehead while pulling his arm up from the water. “I love it when you moan my name.”

As you breathe heavily, slowly coming down from your high, Pedro stands up and dries off his arm on the towel next to the tub. He notes the nail-marks on his wrist. He looks down on your heaving body underneath the clear water with a cocky smile. “I´m gonna go and make some tea.” He bends down and catches your chin between his thumb and finger. “I expect dessert to be served when you come downstairs.” He softly kisses your lips and gives you a wink. He stands up and picks up his suit-jacket, making sure there are no creases in it before leaving the room with it hanging over his shoulder.

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pairing: marcus moreno x gn!reader

request: from @chibi-liz05​ “Can I request a Marcus Moreno fic (or ficlet, or drabble) where either Marcus or reader gets hurt (not seriously hurt) and end up in a med bay, kinda woozy from pain meds and they have a funny and/or cute conversation when the other one goes to check on the one hurt? Please.”

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, death. it starts out pretty darn angsty, but gets silly and fluffy i promise. these two are hella married.

word count: 2.7k

a/n: honestly this is nothing like you asked for until the end? but this lil drabble idea inspired this whole one shot so i hope you enjoy what you helped my brain create? i loved this, needless to say.

i love this himbo and i’m so happy to write for him.

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This was Marcus’s least favorite part of his job. 

As the newly deemed Director of the Heroics, he was the one to decide who went out on what mission when and with who. Normally it wasn’t too tall of an order. After all, he was chosen as director for good reason. He was perfect for the job. He was smart, organized, resourceful, and tried in everything to understand people-- whether that be in their personal habits or in their superpowered strengths. He was often commended for his ability to form the perfect teams for whatever job arose; and it came pretty naturally, it really did. 

That is, until emotion got involved, until personal bias compromised his decision making.

He was determined to not let you go on the mission, absolutely not. The band of powered individuals the team was going after were incredibly dangerous and unpredictable.They’d been a problem for months and this mission was all or nothing. The high stakes and vulnerable position made him incredibly reluctant to make you a part of the team that was heading out under the cover of night to apprehend them. When he didn’t name you among them, he was immediately countered by the rest of the heroes in the room about the choice. 

By all the accounts they were right. Given the tactics of the mission at hand, your teleportation abilities were perfect for the job. And if he was being even a little more honest, he’d agree with Miracle Guy that not sending you with them was a “disservice to the team.” It was and he knew it. In a very un-Marcus Moreno move, he was making the completely wrong choice and he wasn’t going to let the sound judgement of anyone else change his mind.

“Psion is not going and that is final,” he boomed. The room became deathly silent. “Now, go get ready. You leave in 20.” But no one moved, no one could. They were glued to the floor, watching their unflappable leader become uncharacteristically flapped. 

Marcus was the one to stomp out of the room first and you followed him without hesitation.

“Marcus,” you called, nearly running to keep up with long strides. “Marcus!” 

He didn’t even deign to turn around.

In a blink you were now in front of Marcus, hands out to stop him from continuing on without talking to you.

“No teleporting outside of work, Psion” he snapped lowly, but he still obliged your silent request and remained in front of you. You blinked at the small outburst.

“Mind losing the ‘tude so we can talk like adults?” You countered. Marcus lowered his head and whispered an apology. At that you stepped closer to him, your hands coming to rest on his tense shoulders in a soothing manner. “What’s bothering you, love? You know you can talk to me. This isn’t like you at all.”

When his eyes met yours again they were pained.

“It’s too dangerous,” was all he could get out at the moment. His exhale was unsteady as he leaned in, his forehead meeting yours in a much more “Marcus” gesture that brought you both back down to earth.

You sighed, fingers carding through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Of course it is. It always is.”

“Not like this,” he countered, biting his lip. “These guys are no joke.”

“Neither am I,” you grinned, tapping his nose with your own before pulling back to look at his face in full. He laughed a little, but it wasn’t whole-hearted, you saw it in his eyes.

“And I trust you. I do. I know you’re capable. I just--”

“Worry?” 

“Yeah, that.” His eyebrows were furrowed. You softly ran a thumb across the harsh lines it made, smoothing them and making him smile.

“I’m not going to lie to you and say nothing is going to happen. Because it might.” He winced at the words, not wanting to think too hard on what “it” could be. “But I’m prepared and so is the rest of the team. We’re gonna watch each other’s backs like we always do and getting everyone out safely is going to be our priority over completing the mission. It’s going to be business as usual and it’s going to be OK. I’m going to be OK. You’ve gotta let me go. They need me out there tonight.”

“I know,” he sighed. “Just… Be careful. Be ready in 10.” You sighed in relief.

“Thank you, Marcus.” You kissed him. “It’s gonna be fine.” He kissed you. “We’ve got ‘em this time. I know it.” One last kiss, strong and lingering. You tilted your head, an invitation-- no, a plead-- for a deeper kiss, which he obliged before being the one to break it. 

“Go,” he murmured, “Or you won’t make it before they leave.” You nodded, taking a deep breath. “Be careful. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled through the sudden onset of nerves before turning and walking down the hallway to join up with the rest of the team.

***

That had been hours ago. Now Marcus was in command with a skeleton crew, the late hours of the assignment sending most of the support and technical team home. He quickly decided that was probably for the best. The sweet little interns did not need to see their mentor so stressed and antsy. No, he had to be “on” for them, he had to be the Marcus Moreno. And he couldn’t be that right now. Right now he was an anxious husband and teammate. 

“Where are they now, Connie?” he asked the poor woman at the comms desk behind him for the upteenth time that hour.

“Trackers say they’re still in the hanger, sir. Last update was that they had the grunts and were waiting for the ring leader to respond to their distress call.”

He wasn’t responding. It’d been two hours. And that was a major cause for concern.

“Tell them to just bring who they have back here and we’ll keep searching for him. This is still a win as far as I’m concerned.”

The man who was on comms moved to press the talk button to speak to the team, but the comm crackled to life before he had the opportunity. 

“It’s an ambush!” Miracle Guy yelled from the other side, “We’re sitting ducks out here!”

Marcus’ heart dropped into his stomach. 

“Go! Go! Get back to the-” He heard your panicked voice call out, the sentence interrupted by a cry of pain. 

The room spun. Marcus knew he was yelling but he couldn’t hear a word of what he said. It all just sounded like white noise now, mixing with the jumbled thoughts in his head and the ringing in his ears. He must’ve said something right though, because everyone was working. One was arranging a rescue, one was calling out the vitals of the team via the trackers on their wrists-- everything seemed fine by the tone of voice, but Marcus couldn’t be sure. He couldn’t grasp a word that was said to him. He was totally on autopilot, only able to respond in vague nods of yes or no. 

“Hey,” one voice next to him cut through the fog and he looked up to Lucas, the man who ran comms, “They’re going to be ok.”

Marcus’s response was non-committal, not wanting to pull the young man down to share his current state of mind, but not allowing himself to share in his confident optimism either.

The next hour went by in a whirlwind and the next thing he knew, Marcus was downstairs in the medical wing waiting on you and your team to arrive. He’d been in this position before and the thought of it made his throat close up. The images flashed through his mind of a gurney and too much blood and a confused little girl and black clothing on a rainy day in April. 

He closed his eyes harder as if to block it all out. 

No, it couldn’t be like last time.

It was then that he heard the distinct sound of the sliding doors opening and the murmur of a small group of people. His eyes shot open and, though he stood to his feet, he felt that he could collapse in relief. There was no gurney. Minimal blood-- just a couple of cuts on your face. You were hobbling in, arm around Miracle Guy as he helped you keep pressure off of your left leg. Your face was pained, which probably should have concerned him more, but he was just too happy to see you upright… Breathing. As long as he had that, you could get through anything else together. 

He watched as the medical team surrounded all of you, asking questions, prodding delicately at injuries. Marcus could vaguely hear your voice cutting in and out through it all. 

“Super strength… Kicked… Broken.” 

They had asked you a couple more unheard questions that you responded to in a simple yes or no and then they were leading you to sit on one of the beds. He watched as you went, noticing the way you were looking around for… Something.

Oh.

He smiled.

You were looking for him.

In all his panic and then relief, it hadn’t occurred to him that you would want to see him just as badly in your current state. His heart warmed at the way your tired eyes lit up when they met his. He all but ran to you. 

“Hey baby,” he cooed, leaning in to capture your lips in a deep kiss. He’d never been more in awe of you, that you were real, that way you were his, that he could kiss you freely. When he pulled away he observed your injuries closer. Head wounds were always scary amounts of bloody, but he could see that all of the cuts were minor. He brushed a strand of hair away from where sweat and blood had plastered it to your forehead. “What happened? How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” you hissed as a stab of pain surged through your leg. He looked down to observe it. His immediate diagnosis wasn’t a good one. It was terribly hard to break a femur, but he was certain this was exactly what it would look and feel like. “Some super-strength asshole kicked me in the thigh to knock me down and--” You winced again. “They think she broke my femur, and I would have to agree.”

“I have to say I’m thinking that too,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry.” He kissed your forehead in between the cuts.

“What are you sorry for? You’re the one that tried to keep me from going. I forced you to let me go.”

“I should’ve stood my ground and had you and the team be mad at me,” he said completely seriously. 

“You’re ridiculous.” You side-eyed him, but smiled through the words. One of the medical staff returned at that moment, bringing over supplies to clean your cuts and asking if you’d like something for the pain while they got prepped for surgery. You nodded eagerly. 

“I’ll take this over,” Marcus said, hands open to take the first aid kit, “If you want to go get that?”

“Oh, sir I couldn’t ask you to--” The young woman gawked, slightly unbelieving that her boss’s boss’s boss would volunteer to do her job.

“You’re not asking me, I’m asking you.”

“A-- Yes, right away.” She handed him the kit and seemed to flee his presence to get an IV ready. You sat in silence a few moments as he prepared everything. He seemed lost, even in this small task. It took him longer than it should’ve to get his ducks in a row.

“Someone’s a little edgy,” you prodded, watching as too-intense eyes focused on cleaning dried blood from your forehead. He shook his head, eyes softening, but maintaining their focus. The whole endeavor was very clearly an attempt at keeping his hands as busy as his mind was. 

“I’d thought I‘d lost you. I thought...” His jaw tightened-- and it wasn’t due to the effort of wiping up blood. You stopped his hand from continuing its ministrations, lacing your fingers together.

“That it was all happening again?” you whispered. 

“It was like deja vu, baby. Everything was just like before.” The last word almost came out like a whimper. 

“But it’s not. I’m right here. I’m ok.” You brought your forehead to meet his comfortingly. The cuts stung just a little at the touch, but you remained there with him, feeling a deep, grounding breath fan lightly across your face.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You kissed his nose and pulled away as you heard the medic return with the Versed for the pain. Marcus stayed right by your side as you were put on the IV, a hand staying firmly on yours. Which more for him than for you if he was honest. It brought him back to reality and out of his head. He no longer had to imagine the worst, because the best had happened. You were really there. It wasn’t a repeat of the aching horror of seven years before, the day that still had you shaking him awake from unspoken nightmares. You’d made it home to him and Missy-- but he was going to be hard-pressed to go against his better judgment again, no matter how much the team needed you.

“Alright, you’ll start to feel it in just a few seconds. We’ll be back soon to take you into surgery, ok?” the medic explained to you as the IV was in place. You nodded. 

“In the meantime, let me keep working on this,” Marcus gestured to the bandages in the kit. As he got to work, he watched the look in your eyes totally change, the Versed taking effect. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, covering the cut that just barely grazed your right eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you sighed dreamily in a total demeanor change. The whole room lit up in his eyes. Marcus grinned at the way your posture slumped just slightly in relaxation. “And how are you?” you winked. Oh, this was going to be fun. He really needed to keep you talking.

“I’m doing great. Happy to be here with you, sweetheart. Now, sit still while I take care of this last cut,” he cooed. 

“Ok,” you giggled. “What a charmer.” 

“I try my best, darling.” He played along, enjoying the way the Versed had turned you into a starstruck girl with a crush.

“Oh noooo,” you squeaked suddenly.Marcus panicked, checking you over quickly for further injury. 

“What is it? Are you ok?” 

But you only grabbed his left hand, holding it up.

“You’re married!” 

Marcus blinked. What was in that stuff they’d given you? You put your face in your hands and Marcus tried to contain his laughter at the way your voice was muffled by your fingers. “You’ve been so nice and caring! I wanted to ask you on a dateeee. I’m so sorry if I came on too strong.”

“Baby,” he called with a sweet lilt to his voice-- still trying to hold in a laugh. 

“You shouldn’t call me that,” you sighed sadly, pouting, “You’re married. We can’t be together.” 

“Of course I’m married,” he held your left hand up now, “I’m married to you, you goof.” You blinked at the silvery ring on your finger. 

“Oh!” you practically yelled, “That’s so cool!” Marcus’ heart warmed at the way your eyes lit up at the realization. Even drugged out of your mind you were excited to be with him. He couldn’t help but feel likewise.

“I agree,” he smiled, “It’s very cool.” He intertwined his fingers and yours. 

“I’m so lucky,” you grinned toothily in response. It was so unlike the smiles you usually gave him: too exaggerated and, in a word, dopey. But it held the same affection. 

“No, I’m definitely the lucky one,” he countered. Your grin faltered slightly as you grew sleepy-- another possible effect of the Versed, he guessed. “Now, go ahead and lay back for me ok? I’ll see you as soon as you’re out of surgery.” You nodded in agreement and then right off to sleep.

Oh, he could not wait for you to get out so he could tell you about just how “lucky” the two of you were.

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Choices!Series Part Seven: Partners in Crime - Nestor Oceteva x Reader (feat: Johnny 'Coco' Cruz & Marcus Alvarez)

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Part One: First Date (NSFW) - Nester and you have an unusual first date.

Part Two: Familia - (Feat: Marcus Alvarez) - Marcus discovers your relationship.

Part Three: Fair Trade - Miguel makes a proposal.

Part Four: Slaughterhouse Rules - Nestor has to watch the show.

Part Five: Stay With Me - Nestor deals with the aftermath.

It’s warm as fuck and Coco’s smoking a cigarette on the porch of the clubhouse when Marcus appears alongside of him. It’s been a while since the two of them have crossed paths, not since Marcus left the club to ride with the cartel. Coco can’t say he gets it, but Marcus is his own man and Coco respects that. There’s always a place here if he wants it.

“Padrino.” He greets, taking a drag of his cigarette. He holds it for a second before exhaling.

“Coco.” Marcus nods as his elbows come to rest upon the white wooden railing. “Have you heard from her?”

Coco frowns, tilting his head towards Marcus as he taps the ash from the cigarette.

“Nah, not for a couple of months.” He tells the other man quietly. “Not since she was last in San Padre.”

They both know who he’s talking about.

The world knows you as El Cuchillo but to Coco you’re just the girl he shoots guns in the desert with. Someone he’s spent nights under the stars, sharing war stories and a spliff. The girl who’d got shot in the ass because she’d partnered up with a shitty sniper and ended up with a better one.

You’d worked with the club before, when they needed something more covert, someone less visible. It didn’t hurt that you were easy on the eye, men tended to let their guard down when they had the attention of a pretty girl. You had assets their members didn’t.

You took pride in your work and Coco could appreciate that. It’s why he enjoyed working with you, that and the 25% you paid him when you needed someone to watch your back. The deal was you kicked 10% to the club when you required his services. It was a discounted rate compared to what they charged others. Your father had been the Secretary of the club before he’d been taken out by a drunk.

He remembered the first time the two of you decided to partner up. You bent over a table in his girl Stitch’s clinic, glaring at him as she pulled a bullet out of your ass.

“You get what you pay for.” He’d smirked as he spun in the office chair. “You pay a shitty rate you get a shitty sniper, one that apparently shoots his own partner in the ass. Where the fuck did you find him? Craig’s List?”

“Well he’s on the shit list now, nobody will ever be using him again.” You tell him, hissing as Stitches pried the bullet out. “Fuck.”

“Sorry.” Stitches murmured, her voice low and soothing. “It’s embedded in the muscle so I’m gonna have to poke around. The upside though you get a badass scar, pun intended.”

“I hate you so much right now.” You huffed, your chin coming to rest upon your arms.

“You’re gonna hate me even more in five minutes.”

You groaned out loud as Coco rose to his feet before removing the spliff from his pocket and lighting it. The sweet, earthy scent flooded the makeshift clinic.

“Here.” Coco said, handing it over to you. “Something for the pain.”

You took the joint from his fingers before placing it between your lips and taking a toke and returning it to him.

“You know I need a new sniper.” You mentioned casually, wincing as Stitches sought out the bullet. “Or at least someone I can trust to have my back and not shoot me in the fucking ass.”

“You asking me for real?” He asked, blowing out a stream of smoke as he sat at the opposite side of the table.

“Trust me I would rather put up with your philosophical bullshit than go through this again.” You informed him. “No offense Stitches.”

You heard the clatter of metal on metal as the bullet hit the inside of the metal dish.

“None taken.” Stitches responded before picking up a bottle of medicinal grade alcohol. “You know what comes next right?”

“I hope you know I don’t mean any of the words that are going to be coming out of my mouth in the next two minutes.” You told her, taking the joint back from Coco and taking a long pull.

“Trust me, I hear a lot worse from these assholes.” Stitches told you before resuming her task.

There’s silence between the two of them while Coco tries to recount the last time he’d had any communication from you. It had been a while, he realises, usually he gets a text every few weeks when you’re away, telling him about some stupid shit that’s happened, or a picture of something weird. In the past three months he’s had nothing, it’s like you’ve dropped off the radar completely.

“She in trouble or something?” he asks Marcus, gesturing with his cigarette.

Marcus gives him a look before rubbing his hands together, a clear sign of agitation.

“I guess you haven’t seen the news this morning.”

Coco shakes his head.

“She hit Reno last night, killed Eddie, burned down his snuff studio.” Marcus informs him, crossing his arms over this chest.

Coco tilts his head back towards the sky, exhaling the word ‘Fuck’ because he knows what that means. Reno was a death sentence for you both and undertaking it again would have been a suicide mission. That was the real reason Marcus was here, he didn’t know if you were alive or dead, he’s lost contact the same way Coco had.

“Why?” Coco asked, his brain stumbling over the implications. “Why would she do that now? On her own?”

“Something happened with Galindo a little while ago.” Marcus confided as he stared out across the scrapyard. “I’m afraid it unbalanced her; she took off without a word and hasn’t been back since.”

“What kinda something?” Coco asks, because despite the work you do, you’re probably one of the most balanced people he knows. You own your shit, you don’t let it consume you, you don’t linger on the regrets. That’s some excellent compartmentalisation right there.

“The kinda something that brings back a lot of personal shit.” Marcus told him, his hands coming to rest on the wooden railing once more. His knuckles whitened as he gripped it tightly, the splintered wood digging into his fingertips.

“The Major?”

“His brother.”

Coco dropped the cigarette butt to the floor before crushing it underneath the heel of his boot. He pulled the remaining packet out of his pocket before offering one to Marcus. The other man took one, setting it between his lips before Coco provided the light.

“She kill him?”

“Nestor.” Marcus summarised as Coco withdrew his own smoke and tapped it against the cardboard carton in his hand.

“Fucking good on him.” He said before placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it.

“You know, don’t you?” Marcus said, his voice lowering an octave as he took a drag. “She told you.”

Coco blew a smoke ring out of his mouth, watching as it evaporated into the air.

“Knew she was sticking around for someone and it wasn’t anybody from the club, none of these assholes would be able to keep their mouth shut about something like that.” He shrugged, waving his cigarette in the direction of the club house. “She’d been doing a lot of work for the cartel and he’s the one without the biggest stick up his ass.”

“He’s in love with her.” Marcus told him, inhaling deeply and allowing the nicotine to fill up his lungs. “The thing with Galindo’s been tearing him up inside.”

“That doesn’t bode well for Galindo.” Coco remarked, thinking back to the last time he’s laid eyes on you. You’d looked healthier, happier. Your smile was brighter, and you laughed a lot more. He knew what it was to fall in love, he knew how it looked and he could see it inside of you when the two of you shot targets under the desert sun. “She was settled last time I saw her, at peace.” He said tapping he place where his heart resided.

It struck Coco hard to know that you may be suffering. He knew a thing or two about PTSD, about the intensity of it, the hypervigilance, the nightmares, the intrusive thoughts. He thought you’d want to get away from the place that had instilled those memories, take control once again and what better place to do that then Reno. Somewhere you were forbidden to return to, a place where you could prove to yourself that you still held some form of power, that you could still do the job.

“I’ll reach out.” Coco said finally, feeling a twist of anxiety in his chest. “See if I can’t find out where she’s at.”

He just hoped to Christ it wasn’t the morgue.

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A/N: This is a weird, random monologue of an OC I created, who will appear as a minor side character in Our Secrets Will Keep Themselves, and likely occasional other works in the distant future. Anyways, I was working on a Marcus Davenport (x reader) drabble where the reader role-plays as this OC, but I didn’t finish it yet and my brain decided to create this instead. 

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Some days I remember nothing. Not a whisper of my life before my father adopted me at eleven years old.

No hushed voices mourning over the dying little girl locked away in a university professor’s home library. No days on end soaking white towels red with the blood streaming down my face.

A little orphan trapped where she didn’t belong. 

Some days it was easy to push those memories behind, living life in this decade. High school, rodeos, and quiet family nights watching old murder mysteries with homemade ice cream. 

And arguing till dawn about the humanoid shaped machinery scattered over the lab workbench. 

I remember watching as the face came together, Marcus’ eyes opening for the first time. A few days after his activation, coming downstairs to find him in front of the television, the iconic Magnum P.I. theme song echoing throughout the first floor. I joined him, chatting like any two normal teenagers would, and in that moment I realized he was my brother. 

I always thought Douglas considered him family as much as I did, until Marcus stood reborn in Giselle’s lab, accusations flying from his lips. I stood there, having to come to defend the man who raised me, who, after so much turmoil, promised there would be no more lies.  Something I’d been naïve enough to believe. 

There are days I’m not strong enough to keep on forgiving. And why should I? I’m not a hero. I wasn’t engineered in a lab like my brother or cousins. I’m not destined for great, legendary deeds.

I’m an unlucky girl still trapped where she doesn’t belong. A forgotten means to an end, a secret history keeps for itself. 

And it’s better that way, to remain a ghost in this world, lurking through every dark corner of earth, searching for a way home. 

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Marcus White x AFAB!Reader || Drabbles

Oh, we are back! For a limited time XD Haha. I just got an explosion of inspo for Marcus and wrote this late last night+this next morning. It is all the smut I was too chicken to write when I was first into him haha XD I hope someone, likes this! But if not, it was also cathartic.

Plot: Fucking Marcus through the seasons. // Enemies with Benefits to Lovers

Warnings: Sooooo much Smut. Filth. Sin!! Hate sex, shameless sex, orgasm denial/edging, Warehouse/Public space fucking, you both being switches, 1 (one) blow job, choking (With the discussion of a safe word), some thigh riding, overstimulation, roleplay, cockwarming, oral (AFAB receiving).

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Season 1: Hate sex + Orgasm Denial/Edging

"Yo," A body leans into the wall next to me suddenly, the sound of their voice muffled by my earplugs. I figure that whoever it is must be addressing me, though, seeing as they've obnoxiously decided to close in on my personal space despite the hunched look I patented in order to keep people from approaching me- and take out the earbuds; Looking up.

There stands Marcus, and I immediately let out a groan- pushing off the wall he's sharing with me in order to just walk away-

But he grabs my wrist and stops me, following me into wall-free space and dragging my traitorous, resistance-less body back to him. Damn- Fuck- Why-

"Y/N, come on. The dumpsters are free- whadaya say?"

What I should say, is no way in hell. Never again, douchebag. Get lost. Die in a fire.

But instead the words that come out of my mouth, are: "Warehouse. 10 minutes."

"You're on." Then he winks, walking away backwards like he thinks he's cool, before turning away and I'm just left wondering why I do this. He's awful! Disgusting, dick-ish, dumb-

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-And so-oo good at fucking me. Or, maybe he's just so-oo, available. I don't know what either of these reasonings mean about me, but it could go both ways.

Either way, no matter how much I dislike him personally- I cant help the way my body keens into his hands; Long fingers clenched around my hips and dirty gaze stuck on the way his long cock stretches my hole as it dips inside. He's mesmerised by it. Made stupid by it.

Kinda makes me feel like I have some power in this less-than-glamorous situation I'm in with him.

But god its torture. Hiding my head in my arms as they're folded on a shelf, I give a pained whine and push my ass up some more. Please, Marcus... Please, mercy...

"Aghhhh, baby.... Sorry- it just looks so good. Its- its fucking obscene, I'll admit. But god,... " He gives a sudden, hard thrust and I gasp into my arms, desperately moaning afterwards as the movement abruptly gives me what I want. Please please please!- "So hot. Ya know, you never get this good an angle... with porn... I just have got to savour it while I can, ya know?"

"Ughhh... you fucking know as soon as we share another break you'll get to do this all over again... " He's such an asshole! "Just- " Please-

Suddenly he leans over my back, pushed in balls-deep now in his attempt to communicate with me- and- jesus, I can hear the smirk in his tone! "Oh- is that a promise??"

"Yes!" I snap, knowing its true even though I hate it. And him. "Just- come on! Please. Marcus- before someone catches us, just- " This time it only takes pushing my ass back onto him again to have him chuckling as he leans back.

"Fine, fine!... " He laughs. Laughs! "Lets see how this puppy runs, huh?"

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he's so gross.

Season 2: Blowie

I have recently had an epiphany.

And that is- If you cant beat 'em, join 'em.

Which, in more words, means- If my body is going to insist on wanting Marcus, as it seems to be, then I am no longer going to feel bad about it. I refuse- Its just not worth the stress weight.

So I'm going to be all in.

I am going to make him my bitch.

And part of that is torturing him, now.

Part of it is getting down on my knees for him, its letting myself smirk when I see the familiar bulge pressing against his pants, its taking my time to lick and press and open-mouthed kisses up and down his shaft, until he's painfully hard and red and dripping a pathetic amount of pre-cum.

And I enjoy it. Not just watching Marcus white knuckle the shelves behind him, sleeves rolled up his forearms, eyes closed as my lips devour him slowly, and dark hair a mess against his forehead- But also the actually dirty act- yes, I find myself liking that. Sucking Marcus White's cock.

I make sure its well lubed-up and more then sensitive before I even think about wrapping my lips around the tip. He has to wince when I press a gentle kiss to it, which I'll test out multiple times as I go. When he finally flinches, so unbelievably worked up that he sighs and growls, then I go down on him.

I take him as far as I can, bobbing my head and sucking along his shaft like a total whore- but honestly love every moment of it. He tastes good, and he's lost control of his hands, as they end up in my hair every time. His hips, too, as they buck towards me.

Its hot of him.

Yep- I'm admitting it now. Marcus is hot.

Season 3: Riding + Budding Feelings??

"Y/N... Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... " Marcus moans, my hips rolling into his at my own pace- though, certainly faster then the speed he would set. Pleasure's building up into tight ball in my lower belly, making me want to go harder- chase my release selfishly- but I stay slow, and steady. I crack my eyes open, to see him below me.

And cant help the grin that slides across my lips. He looks totally blissed out, sitting there on the ground with me propped on top of his lap.

I cant help leaning down and pressing my lips to his- an oddly intimate experience between us. Before the tornado, we almost never kissed. And when we did, it was mostly teeth and tongue gnashing together; Part anger and part lust balled into one big ol' mess.

But, since the tornado... I don't know. I don't know why, and I don't want to think too hard on it, but... it started. We started to kiss. Like now, with his hands dragging me closer by the waist not just so I'll fuck him harder- just so I'll be closer to him??

I part my lips slowly, and the sweet, gentle kiss becomes a hungry one, but its still not the way it was. Our tongues don't fight- we tilt our heads opposite ways into it and his warm muscle pets mine. Sliding over it and circling it, making me moan into his mouth; My hips stutter as the kiss makes my head fuzzy, and I lose concentration.

"Marcus... " I groan against his lips when we finally have to breath, but quickly go back to making out with him.

Its almost as good as the fucking.

Season 4: Choking, Thigh Riding, Fingering and Overstimulation

*This one is set in Ep 11, Steps Challenge. when Marcus gets mad about it (Not as mad as Sandra, but... pretty mad.).

"Remember the safe word?" He asks, breathing heavily. He came to me a few minutes ago, a hand on my thigh possessively under the breakroom table which surprised me. I looked away from my phone to assess him, and oh boy.

That steps challenge has pissed him off, somehow.

Stoll, I roll my eyes- but gently; Smoothing the wrinkles absentmindedly, almost affectionately, out of his coveralls. What do I care what kind of things the other sin the room might think? Marcus and I are a secret but not a well kept one. "That's not gonna be our safe word, Marcus."

He groans, rolling his shoulders back in irritation. "Come onnn."

"No." Over my dead body, is it going to be Boob Cheese! Theirs no way Marcus will fuck me so bad that it traumatises me any more then his business concept, did.

"Fine. How about- Strawberries?"

Amused, I look up; Biting my bottom lip to keep from giggling. "Strawberries?"

"Yeah- now- come on. I need this." He rolls his own eyes, the frustration clear even in his body language- so I shrug.

"Alright- Strawberries. Now what are you plannin- Ey!"

Marcus is already dragging me to the Warehouse.

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"Ah!~" I cant help the desperate whines that come out of me with Marcus' hand around my throat. I never imagined this would be so hot- making me cum already twice. But it just makes me more desperate. For air, for his touch, for an orgasm.

The first time, I came on his thigh- Rubbing myself against the material of his work uniform until he got too frustrated with me and took my hip movements into his own hands; Dragging my more-than-stimulated pussy over his thigh and bumping his leg up every once and awhile- until I let go inside my underwear.

Then, a second time, on his fingers. He rubbed inside me, at my meaty inside walls and the delicate bell inside me rough, until I pressed my forehead into his shoulder and rolled into his ministrations. Needing more.

More more more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!- " Its becoming too much, especially with my poor, abused cunt now stretching and milking his dick now; Much more then his fingers, or the not-nearly-enough-ness of his knee. I'm overstimulated to hell, but Marcus is intent on fucking me until his frustrations are cleaned out.

"Are you good?" He asks, rubbing a thumb up and down the skin of my throat now instead and squeezing it for a moment, but still drilling me into the wall; My thighs spread wide open and wrapped around him, drawing him closer by my heels.

"Yeah," I reply, almost breathlessly. Please don't make me talk, right now... Useless cursing and pornographic moaning is about all I can manage right now. "Ah!- "

His grip tightened around my throat, and so my pussy follows suit on his cock.

"Hm. Good."

Season 5: Roleplay + Cockwarming

*Set sometime during Ep 13, Favouritism. When he got his desk.

He was so excited about his desk, and somehow amongst him showing it to me after hours and pretending he's on some 'Important business call'- I ended up sat on it, with him being my boss, and me his darling, slightly slutty receptionist.

Or a lot slutty, considering he's balls deep in me- still taking that 'Important Business Call'.

"Yeah, just send them on through to my receptionist, L/N- Yeah, yeah, man- no you're the best." Its really a testament to Marcus that he's able to bullshit a whole conversation so seamlessly, even with my walls squeezing him for all he's worth like this. He flashes a perfect smile, as if the guy on the other end told him something good. "Thanks, man. She is, yeah- I'll ask 'em."

Excited to get included in the game, I straighten up a bit and tilt my head the side; A perky grin on my lips. "Yes, sir?"

His mouth opens slightly at the use of that address paired with my best, most professional, ready-to-work smile. "... Um... Uh- uh oh yeah, um, do you... Hal wants to know if you've got a boyfriend- he's got a son about your age... Might wanna set ya up."

"Oh," Well, that's unexpected. "Well... " My cheeks go pink. That's I dont know what to make of that question. Is Marcus asking me something about... us? If I wanted anyone else? Um- "T-tell him I'm busy right now... Gotta lotta work to do... with Mr White."

Slowly a mischievous smirk spreads across Marcus' face again. "Yeah you do." He whispers, leaning over and claiming my mouth his; Leaving a dizzying, hot kiss there and forcing me to moan- Hips rolling. The action makes him lose character for a second, releasing a string of obscenities under his breath as his head falls on my shoulder, and thrusting his hips and his cock up deeper into me. Oh god!-

Then he lifts the phone, that had been pressed to his chest as if anyone was there on the other end to hear your exchange, and presses it to his ear again. "Sorry, man, L/N's just reminded me we- I- have a meeting, now. Yeah, see ya, bye!"

Then he puts the phone away and turns mock-sternly, to me.

"You're gonna have to me... "

"Oh?" I ask, grin spreading across my lips.

"You just fucked up that phone call with your hot ass- that's grounds for firing. But I think we can work something else out."

"Oh?" I repeat, fighting not to laugh as I wrap my arms over his shoulders, playing with his hair. "Well, sir, I'll do just about anything, to keep my job... "

Marcus smirks, lifting me by my hips onto the desk. "That's what I wanted to hear."

I actually do laugh, as I lay back on the wood; Legs spreading open wider for him to 'take', me.

Season 6: Pussy eating + Feelings cemented

"... wow." I suddenly say, surprised at the realisation that just hit me. Marcus and I have been sat on his bed in his room for hours, watching movies- and this has only just now occurred to me. Marcus turns to look at me, raising a brow, and I look back to him. "I just- I just realised. We've never had sex in a bed, before."

Well- there's never been one available, like now. Either, we hated each other too much to make the effort of going to each others houses, or he lived with his mother, or below the store, or I had roommates, or... a whole line of other roadblocks keeping us in the Warehouse, or the bathrooms, or his car or... whatever. I'm not proud of all the places we did it but the point is it was never, not once, a bed.

Which is crazy!

Marcus eyes open wide, too. "Wow... you're right." He makes a gesture with his hands and his head, like his mind is blown- and I nod. Yeah. Then he shrugs those broad shoulder of his, turning back to Dumb and Dumber. "Ah, well."

... Ah well???

I watch him watch the movie for a couple minutes, him not seeming to notice as he's too busy laughing at the stupid shit this movie throws at us. Its weird, I cant help but think. How far we've gotten from when we met. I... really disliked, him. And for good reason honestly, he was a jerk. I'm hesitant to say I hated him, because now... I couldn't imagine hating this person.

I sure as hell did, though. But hot and infuriating has, and I don't know exactly when, but, it become hot and amazing.

It stopped being just sex, a long time ago. It turned into Chinese food and sex, because we were hungry and if we were going to be together soon anyway we might as well eat together.... Then it was fun fairs and making out, because the kissing was almost better.

And now its movies above the covers, my shoulder leant into his.

"Marcus... " I call, quietly.

"Hold on just a second, Harry's about to- "

Okay, he's still a doofus that cant read a room to save his life. "Marcus." I repeat, sternly. He gives a deep, 'oh-woe-is-me' type sigh, like he so terribly hard-done-by, and pauses the movie before turning to me. "I... "

His eyes blow open wide in realisation at my hesitancy and suddenly he's all in. Apart of the conversation. Present. "Woah- wait- is this the moment?? Are you gonna- "

"Well, I'm gonna try!"

"Okay- Okay- take your time. I'm right here. Go."

Sighing, a smile on my lips as I shake my head; I try to release all the nerves. Because this man has seen me naked- worse then naked- I shouldn't be nervous! Huffing eventually, when I'm struggling to do it, I curl my fingers into his shirt and guide him towards me. "I... "

"Yeah??... " Why's he gotta make this so hard.

"Damn it, Marcus." I press my lips to his then, to shut him up. As we start to make-out, ending up with my head on his pillow and him hovering over me, I feel the words coming to me. This part has always been the easy one, with us.

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Its not 2 minutes later that Marcus had disconnected his lips from mine and dragged me to the side of the bed and got his knees. My eyes had widened, surprised at the implications of his positioning.

"Marcus," Tucking some hair behind my ear, I had leant down, and tilted my head to him. "You've never eaten me out before."

"Yeah, well- I've always wanted to try, though. Just didn't know if you'd like that. C'mon," He flashed me one of those too-confident, bright grins. "Open up for me, babe."

My unsureness was quickly swept away as soon as he kissing me down there the way he kisses me on the lips; Fingers curling into the sheets in no time.

And oh god- how he looks down there. It drives me crazy. The smirk he gives my cunt when he has to breath, the sight of his tongue delving between my puffy lips. He digs deep, wrapping his lips around my entire mould- and sucking. My hands go straight to his hair, tugging and feeling the vibrations of his moan into me.

And immediately- the words fly out. "I love you," Quiet, and quick, and it makes Marcus moans again- taking it up a notch in eating me out and thrusting his tongue faster.

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