#marcus deserves better

[blogofsara]

who's haruki and Marcus?

Marcus is this adorable smiling boy you see.

While Haruki is this sh1t faced jerk.

[tacc0yak1]

the new update was truly wholesome! :D

new update sketches ft. (my wife) lady dikke

[perotovar]

What are you doing here? Well, I was upstairs... giving a deposition, and uh... I thought I would say hi. Stupid idea...

[blogofsara]

I don't blame him, if I was an adopted child like him, I will put a research of my own to find my biological parents.

♥ Marcus Butler from Season 5

♥ - family headcanon

He focused mainly on searching for his biological father because of the antiquated assumption that he wouldn't really know where he came from if he focused on searching for his biological mother.

[guelyury]

Max Phillips, Dave York and Marcus Pike... Shaved Pedro era is so important to me.

[dextraicarus1994]

Man, I think these 5 fanarts that I did express the recent situation of this franchise. 🥲🥲🥲🥲😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔 Why we can't have nice things? 🥲🥲🥲💔💔💔 At least we have each other as moots and fans. 🥺🥺🥺🫶🫶🫶🌹🌹🌹 I love you, my moots. Please, don't change. 🫶🫶🫶🌹🌹🌹🥺🥺🥺🥺

[domitiaa]

AGRIPPA: I have not spoken to you, because I am aware, that my feelings for you are hopeless. OCTAVIA: That's for me to say, isn't it? AGRIPPA: No, it's not. My father was a nobody. His father was a slave. I have not a drop of good blood in me. OCTAVIA: So you have risen purely by merit, surely that is commendable in its way. AGRIPPA: You are sister to Gaius Octavian Caesar. You will not be married to a commendable son of a nobody. OCTAVIA: I'll marry who I like. AGRIPPA: No, you won't. You will marry some useful nobleman of your brother's choosing. ... AGRIPPA: I'm sorry. I've been torturing myself these last months. I cannot... I cannot bear to- OCTAVIA: Don't. [AND THEN, THEY KISS, KISS, KISS]

[virginburial]

is the deadly class fandom dead as shit? yes. will I write Marcus Lopez Arguello blurb/fics anyways? also yes.

[chriss-club]

I KNOW MARCUS CANT FIGHT 👊👊👊

[stardustrebels]

Seasons of Life Writing Challenge Day 24- Rain Boots

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader Rating: 18+/ M WC: 500

A/N: Day 24 of the Jan 2025 writing challenge by @fanfictionoverload! Going ham on the rainy fics- the weather here is setting the tone. I wanted to write soft!dom Marcus Pike who treats reader like the goddess she is because why the hell not? Again, I could have happily kept going and going with this one. I think I need a cold shower or something. This could easily be a continuation of reader and Marcus from day two’s prompt (Scarf), but can also be read on its own. Enjoy!

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The rain poured in sheets, drumming against the windows as you kicked off your soaked rain boots by the door, scoffing as they hit the mat with a wet thud. 

Marcus greeted you with a smile from his spot on the couch, setting his book aside. “Rough out there?” 

“You could say that,” you replied, peeling off your jacket. The hem of your dress was damp and clung to your thighs, and your hair was plastered to your forehead. Marcus had left a towel on the hallway bench for you, and you dried off your hair as best you could before padding over to him, coming to a stop between his knees. 

“You look beautiful,” Marcus said, admiring you as his fingers fidgeted with the wet fabric of your dress, tugging gently until you had no choice but to sink down, straddling his lap. 

“Oh do I?” You asked, eyebrows raised. 

He hummed approvingly, as his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing against your bare skin. “Wet hair, flushed cheeks… My very own Venus. Rising from the sea.” 

You laughed and tried to hide the heat rising up your neck. 

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Agent Pike,” you quipped. 

“Good,” he replied, smirking up at you.  

In one smooth motion, he shifted and flipped you underneath him-  you landed on the couch with a gasp. Marcus hovered above, grinning as his hands caught yours before you could move them, pinning them gently above your head. You smiled up at him as his fingers laced with yours.

“How’d I get so lucky?” he murmured, voice low and reverent. He dipped his head, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear before trailing down your jaw. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Your chest rose as his mouth found the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. You whispered a plea, voice barely audible. He hummed softly, lips moving to the curve of your neck, peppering soft nips between kisses, making you writhe beneath him. “Louder, baby,” he muttered. 

“Please touch me, Marcus” you breathed, and he rewarded you by grinding down against you, just where you needed him. His nose brushed against yours as he caught your moan in his mouth, kissing you slow and deep.

Marcus adjusted his grip on your wrists and let a hand roam slowly down your body, brushing over your hardened nipple through the fabric of your dress. You gasped, arching up to him as much as you could.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his thumb circling, teasing. “Let me hear you.”

Your hitched breaths linked one whimper to the next. Heat pooled at your core as his fingers moved between your legs and slid your underwear to the side. He made a guttural sound of approval when they were met with a slick wetness. His thumb pressed against your clit, drawing a desperate moan from your lips. 

“So beautiful, baby” he groaned, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy with every touch. 

[lonely-little-cass]

Rest in peace beautiful boy

Gone but not forgotten

[something-tofightfor]

That vanity fair photo shoot and all the videos were definitely what i needed to wake up to this morning.

Also, yes, we ALL also find things to watch The Mentalist for that are NOT the overarching plot lines and main characters, Pedro. It’s good to know you’re one of us.

[dextraicarus1994]

WIP of Sam Fisher and Marcus Holloway because there is not enough fanart of these two and I want to fix that. They deserve the love, too. The real doomed ship for me (I am not counting the relationship between Dolph and Alex even though it was another of my favorites). For me, the relationship between Sam and Marcus was the real doomed one, both characters being linked to one goal: Stop Eden, from different worlds but sharing the same pain: Betrayed by the same person (in the case of Sam by his own blood) but at the same time being together to fight against the real enemy. The end was not a happy ending for both, to one "die" in battle and the other seeing his friend being torn apart by Eden drones and being forced to hide from the enemy until the time was right to strike back only to fall again against the same person who betrayed his friend and him and without knowing what will be his final destiny. 😢😢😢😢😢💔💔💔💔💔🟢⚫🟢⚫🟢⚫🟢⚫

[domitiaa]

"I'd sooner die than cause you pain!"

[abookwormguidetoagoodread]

The wicked can fake nobility, just as the damned can fake innocence. But only the truth will rise from the ashes when we all start to burn. — Victoria Evans

- Paint It All Red (Mindf*ck, #5), S.T. Abby.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

• Friday Five •

Hi friends! I hope everyone’s weekend is off to a fantastic start! Mine is starting with indecision! (Not that this is a surprise or different from any other day, it just happens to be Friday.) Want to help me pick what to work on this weekend?

Here are snippets from 5 of the wips I’ve been working on lately. If any of them seem particularly interesting to you, please do feel free to weigh in or ask about them!

Petrichor - long overdue follow-up to Point of No Return - Ezra x OFC Clara - the rainy season is here.

Leaning her temple against the cool pane of glass, she looked out and up at the sky, at the endless churning of slate gray and deep purple clouds. The occasional rumble of thunder tumbled down as one cluster crashed into another. Sometimes it was low and distant, drumming out a slow beat. Other times it sounded like it was right over their heads, shaking the walls and rattling things on shelves. The first truly loud boom had made her jump and gasp, her eyes widening before they rushed to find Ezra’s across the table, frightened for a second that the roof might cave in or the ground would collapse.

“Not to worry, little bird.” He’d said it with a wink. “We’re safe and sound in here, I guarantee it.”

Recall - Part 3: Un(f*cking)believable - Jack Daniels x F!Reader - Jack finally opens his big brown eyes in this one.

A metallic taste filled your mouth as you glanced over at him and finished your thought. I don’t know how yet but it’s connected. It has to be.

“When did you last hear from Merlin and the Galahads?” Champ asked. “And what’s the status of their mission?”

Their mission. Right.

In the chaos of dealing with Jack you’d almost forgotten what had preceded his arrival in the lab

Unfinished - Part 3: They Haunt Me in The Night - Marcus Pike x F!Reader - Ghost AU - taking on a trope I’ve never done in this one.

You turned into the hallway just in time to see Marcus open the door to the guest room. As he froze in place, head cocked to the side in confusion, you realized you’d forgotten to address the one logistical hang up of his visit. He spoke your name, a hint of amusement in his tone. “Am I missing something?”

“Shit.” You winced, fingertips coming up to rub at your closed eyelid before dragging your palm down over your face. I completely forgot about - you groaned. “I’m sorry, Marcus. I forgot to tell you. Bill took the guest bed when he moved out.” You gave a pathetic little shrug. “It was technically his, so…”

Trailing off, your eyes widened as another realization hit you. Oh, fuck. Because of how the night had gone, the sheets for the pullout couch that you’d thrown in the wash that afternoon had never made it into the dryer. “Shit!” You half sighed, half hissed through another wince. “I fucked up, Marcus. I left the sheets for the pullout mattress in the wash and now-“ You clicked your tongue and threw up your hands.

Untitled ACR one shot - Nico x F!Reader - angst x comfort - a dinner party goes a little sideways in this one.

Since you’d been reunited, the tether rarely stretched farther than the confines of your home. When it did, when Nico had to go into the office for work or when you had meetings with your editor, it didn’t ache like it did when you had no idea where to find him or if you ever would again. You felt it, sure. But you knew that by the end of the day he’d be right beside you. That you’d fall asleep coiled in his arms with the tether so relaxed that the hook in your ribs could latch right onto his without the elastic between them.

Now, as he finished closing the distance from the house to the pool’s edge, the hum of his proximity soothed the unease leftover from Petra’s comment at dinner. Somewhat, anyway.

“Mind if I join you?”

You didn’t look up as he spoke, your eyes cast down at the water as you watched the way it shimmered in the beams from the submerged light. “Sure.”

Aphelion - Part 12 - cowritten with @something-tofightfor - Oberyn Martell x F!Reader - Vampire AU - girl’s night feat. Toban

The past two weeks had been surreal in every way. Just fourteen days ago you were at Golden Lion’s Halloween party, and the biggest shock had been the fact that Oscar, the alluring and attractive stranger you met in a chance encounter a few days prior, was also in attendance. Since then you’d been attacked, watched that same stranger wield what you thought had been a prop blade in fight in an alley as he saved your life while risking his own, and learned that his name was not Oscar but Oberyn Martell - Prince of Dorne and one of the immortals known as Others that you always assumed were just the stuff of ancient folklore.

All of that would have been enough to fill your Bingo card of things you never even dreamed were possible. But it was only the beginning.

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