Pairing:Marcus Pike x OFC, with flashbacks of Marcus x other OFCs & OMCs
Rating:M (non-explicit smut)
Word Count: 5.7k
Warnings:HEAVY angst, character death mention, HEAVY discussions of death, prominent mention of a gun, Marcus is trying to get himself killed in a very literal sense. In the flashbacks: lots of mentions of war, death, fighting, etc.
Summary:“Youpromisedme you’d do this for me,” Marcus says sharply, a hint of anger rising in his voice. “I returned the sword. It’s time for you to uphold yourend of the deal.”
A/N:Buckle up friends it’s time for the climax of the story. Will she? Won’t she?? This is VERY ANGSTY but it’s GOING TO BE OKAY. If you aren’t sure about this one feel free to message me. Any italicized dialogue in the flashbacks is meant to indicate they’re speaking French or German. This chapter is dedicated to my amazing grandfather, 97, who was a WWII vet and emailed me twice with incredible details about his time in France, Germany, and Austria. He was in the Alsace region mostly, but his job, like the one I give to Marcus, was to be a translator, speaking to German POWs and the people in the provinces, commandeering rations and the like. He told me he “made a number of friends” by offering to send letters home for German soldiers. I took those little details and sprinkled it into the story. :) If you’re interested, you can read more HERE. Thank you also to @mandocrasis for the beta <3
Marcus opens the door of his rented house to see Evelyn standing there. He can tell she’s been crying, although she isn’t now. Her jaw is set–as if she’s trying as hard as she possibly can to put on a brave face… and is falling so, so short. He has a sudden, inexplicable urge to hold her close, to wrap his arms around her and bury his nose in her hair and just breathe until everything is okay.
Fuck. He can’t let himself get distracted–he’s so close, he’s so fucking close to this all being over. He ushers her inside.
“Don’t cry,” he orders her. “Please. This is a good thing you’re doing–you’re bringing about an end to countless lifetimes of pain.”
Evelyn just stares at him, her lower lip trembling.
Summary: Reader gets a text from an unknown number, requesting assistance in a cake-related emergency. She keeps texting with the mysterious M even after the crisis has been averted. Is it possible to develop a crush on a stranger in your phone?
Rating: Safe for all.
Word count: ~ 3200
Notes: I felt like taking a break from my usual angst and write something sweet. Unbeta’d. Hope you enjoy!
The phone vibrates and lights up, indicating an incoming text. You’re so desperate to escape the textbook propped open in front of you on the kitchen table that it barely requires conscious thought before you’ve picked up the phone and unlocked the screen.
The text is from an unknown number and on the notification strip and you only see the beginning words of it: Hey Mom! New phone and new number.
You raise your eyebrow. You are quite certain you’re not anyone’s mother. Unless you count the big tabby cat currently snoring in the living room, and even if you were, Bogart has yet to acquire the skill of texting. Thankfully! The ability to text, in combination with the chunky boy’s penchant for food, would have resulted in an endless string of ”FEED ME!” texts.
Curiously – the textbook completely forgotten in favor of finding out who’s just texted you – you open the text to read the rest of it.
Hey mom! New phone and new number. I’ll explain later, but right now I’m in the middle of a cake-related emergency! I need a recipe for something tasty that even I will manage to whip together without messing it up. Maybe something with chocolate? Please and thank you! Love, Your hopeless son M
Warnings:body insecurities, internalized shame around sex and orgasms, use of vibrators, oral sex, fingering, PIV sex (unprotected, but let’s pretend they had that talk “offscreen” because they’ve been together for 2 months), Marcus Pike being the Absolute Fucking Most(™)
Summary:You’ve never been able to climax without the aid of a vibrator. Due to your insecurities and internalized shame, you rarely involve any toys during sex with a partner, and have been “faking it” for years. You and your new boyfriend, Marcus Pike, have been taking your relationship very slowly–building up a beautiful connection without ever having seen each others’ bedrooms. Two months in, neither of you can wait any longer. How will Marcus react when he discovers the thing you consider to be your deepest, darkest secret?
A/N:I know I said that this was on the back-burner until my OTHER Marcus stuff was completed, but then I got such lovely (and heartbreaking) responses to a snippet of this WIP that I picked it up again and couldn’t. stop. writing. This fic wouldn’t exist without @ezrasbirdie‘sGoing Slow, which is the only other fic I’ve read out there that deals with sexual dysfunction, and I can’t post this without acknowledging that her fic really paved the way and made me want to write about MY experiences, however personal, vulnerable, or “unsexy” they might be. It’s really fun to read (and write) about people with clitorises who can have multiple orgasms in one session, by intercourse alone, or by their partner just touching their clit, like, one time. This is not always the case in real life, a fact that is not well-represented in fic despite being very common. I think we should acknowledge that sex and pleasure can and do look different for everyone and can still be fun and sexy to read about. This is the fic I always wanted to write with Marcus Pike. I mentioned in the tags when I posted a snippet of this fic that the reason I write sooooo many Marcus fics is because I’ve kind of made this man an outlet for my trauma around this exact subject. When you’re too insecure or ashamed to prioritize your pleasure, sex can be fraught, even painful. If you’re reading this fic and think, “Hey, that’s me!” please know that you are NOT alone, it’s TOTALLY normal, and you deserve a partner who encourages and prioritizes your pleasure.
Additional thank you’s to @leslie-lyman for reading this over and being so lovely and encouraging in the DMs, and to @katareyoudrilling for letting me bare my heart and soul to a stranger on the internet, as one does. I love you both.
Taking requests peeps. Having a break from my current fics atm as I got toooo much going on with the wedding and it’s given me writer’s block!
HOWEVER!
I love to write so I’m taking requests for a few juicy one shots. Any fics you want me to expand on? Maybe just something a little fluffy? Or angsty? send em my way
