#Marcus Moreno x male reader

[slutdilf]

Can you do a top!Marcus Moreno x Bottom!plus size!male reader? Marcus wants to propose to the reader and has the ring and everything. And after a romantic dinner Marcus gets put in the mood and fucks the reader in multiple positions and the both chm multiple times?

Kinks: rimming, nipple play, whips, bdsm, sub/dom dynamic, frotting, over stimulation, edging, food play?

Reader has tongue and nipple piercings. And Marcus has chest hair, beard and, happy trail/pubes.

An early wedding night

Paring: Top Marcus Moreno x bottom male reader

Warnings: flogging, food play, edging, overstimulation, riding, rough play,

The dinner was an orchestration of flavors and moments; each course was a testament to your shared journey of love. You laughed over anecdotes, and then a slight pause both of your eyes meeting in silent conversations of love. The final course was a chocolate fondue, rich and dark, perfect for dipping the strawberries that symbolized the sweetness of your relationship with Marcus.

As the last bite was savored, Marcus felt the weight of the ring box in his pocket, his heart racing with anticipation. "Y/N" he began, his voice thick with emotion, "from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were the one. You make me want to be a better man, not just for the world, but for you." He stands up from the desk getting down on a knee as His hand shook slightly as he presented the box, revealing a ring that shimmered with promise. "Will you marry me?"

To say shock was an understatement your heart dropped your jaw to the floor your eyes glistening with tears of joy, your heart swelling with so many different emotions you could barely even comprehend what was happening and just blurt out “Yes, Marcus! A thousand times, yes!" You leaned down to and kiss him the taste of the sweet chocolate on lips a perfect metaphor for the richness of their love. You smiled as he put the ring on yohr finger a smile lighting up your face as everyone in the restaurant clapped at your new engagement.

The night was not over, though; it was merely shifting into a new phase. Back at the house, the ambiance changed. The lights dimmed, and Marcus in the bed room with you. Unbuttoning his shirt revealing his muscular body with a happy trail over his abdomen and a slight ruffle of hair over his chest which you’d always have to beg him to not get rid since you loved cuddling and nuzzling your nose into it. “Can’t even believe it. To call you my husband in a few months time seems so ethereal to me” Marcus saying undoing his cufflinks “in a few months I’ll officially be Y/N Moreno.” You say with so much joy and pride in your voice. “It has a good ring to it.” He says walking over to your in his pants as your sat in the bed “how about we celebrate wedding night early?” He says leaning over to kiss you.

His lips against yours your hands travelling to his cheeks feeling the stubble of his beard against your fingers as you hold his cheeks as you lift yourself slightly sitting

on the bed with your knees as you both kiss.

Marcus moves his head as he kisses your cheek “I love you so much…..," Marcus's voice was a deep rumble as he whispers into your ear, his beard tickling the sensitive skin. “I love you too….” You say back softly “I was going to plan to do this on our wedding night during our honeymoon but I can’t resist not doing it now Marcus walks over to the closet taking a suitcase and putting it in a desk opening it He picks up a soft, suede flogger, “what do you say? Spice things up a little?” Marcus says with a smile. A rush if excitement and anticipation runs through you your head immediately nodding making a smirk across Marcus face as he walks over to you “let me see that ass.” He says you immediately take your boxers off and and lie on the bed on your stomach. Marcus gently tapping it against your skin, watching as goosebumps formed on you and a gasp escapes your lips . He gently continues to tap the flogger agaisnt your ass soft moans escaping your mouth.

Marcus puts the flogger down and turns you around his lips against yours as he kisses sloppily tongues colliding as a moan comes out of you as Marcus softly sucks on your tongue causing a sensation on your tongue piercing. Marcus groans in response moving his head down to your chest taking in your nipple into his mouth feeling the cold metal of the piercing on your pec. A moan comes out of you again as you tangle your hands into Marcus hair gripping it tightly. “I’m going to ruin you….” He groans into your chest as he pushes his trousered hips agaisnt bare hips grinding his clothed bulge against your hard cock. Taking your moan and hand grabbing his back as a sign to continue Marcus unbuckles his belt sliding down his trousers and underwear his hard cock feeling warm agaisnt yours and the trickle of pre cum leaking out of the head.

Marcus grinds his cock along yours both of you moaning at the sensation of your members colliding together. The prickly feeling of his pubes against your cock your moans getting more and more intense feeling the need to cum and you were perfectly ready to cum then and there when you feel sensation suddenly come to an end confused you open your eyes and see Marcus siting up with a smile on his face “not just yet, love I’ve got a lot plans for you I don’t want you to cum to early.” Marcus says with a sly smirk you couldn’t tell what he was going to do to you but the anticipation to find out was growing.

“Stay here a moment.” Marcus says getting up and leaving the room leaving you alone in the room. To your thoughts as to what he could be doing. To what he could be doing to you. The door opens as Marcus enters with a tray of a wine glass filled with red wine and a bowl of ice and a can of whipped cream. Setting it down he gives you a sloppy kiss making you moan “what are you up to?” You say with a soft smile “I said I was going to ruin you. You didn’t take it lightly did you?” He says his voice filled with the undertones of mischievousness.

Before you could speak another word a gasp escapes your mouth feeling a freezing cold sensation on your erection. Marcus’ hand holding an ice cube and holding your cock around his hand pumping up and down causing the ice cube to melt into your warmth making you moan drastically. He leans down and kissed you feeling another cube in his mouth as he kisses you pushing the ice cube back and forth between his mouth and yours the cold feeling of both being jerked off and being kissed with the ice cube was building the urge to release again more moaning from your mouth and then again a sudden stop making that build tumble back down as if it never happened. Marcus was edging you. And you hated it and loved it.

“I’m going to make this last.” He says shaking the whipped cream can before spurting it down your chest covering your nipple and a line down just above your abdomen. He dives in licking and nibbling at the skin cleaning the whipped cream off your body as you moan holding his head. Marcus groans as you’re tugging his mouth going lower and lower as he reaches your cock he licks down your cock leaving a few traces of the cream on it. He lifts your legs up and buried his head in to your ass causing a loud noise of pleasure in your mouth

Marcus groans as he eats you out tracing his tongue around your hole before shoving it inside and fucking you with his tongue groaning and moaning gripping the bedsheets as your back arches which only causes your ass to be pushed more against Marcus’ face “fuck…..” you groan loudly as Marcus licks up your ass Crack and looks at you. “How bad do you want to cum?” He asks in a condescending voice like he knows exactly what he’s asking you being in full control of it. “Very badly…..” you say in a breathless moan “Yeah?” He says giving your cock a kiss on the head you nod “yeah…” you say in response “soon, baby….soon…” he says turning you around into your stomach giving your ass a slap “first I’m going to fill this ass up.” He says he lines his cock not even bothering to use lube or preparing you he stuffs his cock inside you without any warning a loud groan escaping your mouth he grabs your hair and pulls it back making you arch your back as he relentlessly pushes in and out of you. You were a complete mess of sounds groaning holding the bed you mouth wide open your eyes at the back of your head your body jiggling with every thrust the bed slightly shaking. Marcus groans and moans too as he opens your ass up with his cock. You feel the leaking of his pre cum inside of you. Wanting nothing more than for him ti explode into you paint you with his release Marcus pulls for a moment turning you to

Face him your legs spread out in the air as he slams back into you.

“I want to see those eyes of you when I fill this ass up with my cum.” He groans leaning forward slamming into you hitting a spot that makes you stimulate in a way you didn’t think you could be. Marcus continues to abuse thst spot over and over again your finger clawing into the bed as he fucks you hard. Through moaning and groaning filling the room Marcus throws his head back cumming inside you he looks down the second he cums looking at you right in the eyes as he sees them dilate.

A soft whimper of pleasure escapes your mouth as you feel your ass being filled with cum. Marcus pulls out and sits on the bed pulling you up into his lap making you groan as you sit on his cock. He begins gyrating his hips into you as you moan already lost in the feeling of riding you feel his hand pumping your cock you moan the double stimulation giving you a immense pleasure “cum for me….” He says in a small moan and you immediately cum all over his chest loads of your release going everywhere onto his chest right on his chest hair which you’d know would be a pain to clean off but neither of you cared. Marcus groans again as he cums another load into you. Your body going slightly limp as you lean into his chest breathing heavily as you both roll over on the bed so your both cuddled into each other your head buried into his chest feeling his soft chest hair over your skin and the slight remains of your cum.

Marcus chuckles softly his hand on yojr ass his finger softly tracing your leaking hole “fuck….” He moans out in a breathless voice “we should definitely save up the energy for the honeymoon….” You say muffled into his chest “oh I plan to….it’ll be double the amount of what we did.” He says softly caressing your cum filled hole with one hand and another caressing your hair

As you lay there with him, spent and glowing with the afterglow, Marcus held you close, the new ring on your finger catching the dim light from the bedside lamp. “Just you wait till we’re married and we’ll have countless nights together….” Marcus whispers promises of a future filled with more nights like this, his voice slightly getting groggy as you both fall asleep cuddled into each other with the eternal promise of being married to each other .

[odetodilfs]

okay okay i would love a drabble of the pedro boys getting fucked and overstimmed and crying i feel like there aint enough sub! pp characters written, thanks!

heres the req again!

Oooo I like this! I made 4 Dif characters that are pretty different from one another! Enjoy! male!reader and bondage mentioned, overstimulation (duh)

Javier Peña…

Javier would be so unused to being like this, submissive, legs open with your dick inside him, he’s already came but your cum soaked hand keeps rubbing on his sensitive cock. That's without talking about his extremely sensitive prostate.. his prostate is already sensitive normally so overstimulating it is the way to get him to cry as he tip-toes the line between pain and pleasure.

He keeps trying to fight back though.. he tries to prove to you that he's strong enough to take it but it only makes things worse for him. You're gonna try harder and harder for him to tumble down to your control, no matter how many hours you have to spend pounding away at his ass for it.

Marcus Moreno...

Marcus would be so keen to hold up for you, to try and take the pain of overstimulation. But it wouldn't be with the same motif as Javier, Marcus would try and do it for you because he loves you that much. Given to his tendency to comply, you praise him for taking the feeling, he's so overstimulated he can barely speak, and hearing "Shh, it's okay darling, you're doing so good" while your hand wipes his tears is so soothing to him.

His legs are wide open as he takes the overstimulation like such a good boy, resisting the urge to beg you to stop because he knows he doesn't really want you to stop. When you finally retreat from his hole once you cum inside him, he's completely breathless. You do feel some pity for him and kiss him passionately and all over his body, to reward him for doing so good.

Oberyn Martell...

Oberyn is a bit like Javier, but instead of fighting back by just taking it, he writhes and tries to get out of your grasp. He rarely ever gets treated like this, he's used to be the one doing the overstimulating.

He also weakly threatens you "If you don't stop..." but he can't do anything about it and he knows, his hands are tied and the power is all yours. He can do nothing but hope you have mercy on his ass.

Frankie Morales...

Frankie would try to be good for you, he'd really try to take it but he's writhing because the pain is almost to much for him, his prostate is getting brutally pounded and there's tears running down his cheeks, trying to be good for you, trying to give you what you want in return for being such a good lover.

And with the fact that Frankie's probably already pretty sensitive when you least expect it his ass clenches on your cock and he spills his seed all over himself once again while you hungrily lick off what got on his chest. You keep this up until you've came.

[secretly-dum]

Can I request a fanfic with Marcus Moreno having him be real needy of you cause you haven't had sex in a month, and now that Missy went to a sleepover at her friend's house he wants to make use of that time, you get to decide other things (who tops, etc) :)

Make Love For Lost Time

pairing: Marcus Moreno x male!reader

genre: smut

summary: read request :)

warning/contents: rough sex, anal sex, cumming inside/breeding, marking/biting, mentions of Y/N.

additional notes: SORRY FOR THIS TAKING SO LONG I was so busy this week 😭😭

Remember, reblogging > liking !!

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You walked into Marcus’s house with the extra key he put under the mat just for you. Closing the door, you said his name.

“Marcus..?” You yelled out again, and heard steps coming down the stairs.

“Y/N…uh hey! Didn’t think you would be here so soon.” He said, kissing you a bit longer than usual.

“Yeah me either, I got off of work early though. Where’s Missy?”

“She’s at a friends house, for a…uhm sleepover. I’m glad you’re here…missed you a lot.” Marcus said like he was distracted. He looked at you, his eyes taking in all of you. He grabbed your sides, staring at your lips. You caught the idea of what he wanted to do, and you kissed him, right hand moving to grab his hair.

“You really missed me that much?” You say seductively, lust in your voice.

“Missed you so bad, only thing I thought about today was when you would come home.” He said kissing your neck.

“Has it really been that long?”

“It’s been a month, please, I need you so bad.”

“I guess we can make up for that time.” You softly pushed Marcus against the wall, biting the sensitive spot on his neck and licking it afterwards. Marcus earned with a beautiful moan, his grasp on your hips tightening. He muttered a small “P-Please” and that was enough for you. Leading Marcus to his room, you kept your eyes on him.

“On the bed, now.” You said in a stern but soft voice. He put himself on the bed in a quick manner. You went on top of him.

“Y-Y/N…” He said desperately.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” Your hands went from Marcus’s neck to his crotch, and you slowly unzipped his pants. He whined from how slow you were and you chuckled in response. You pushed his pants and boxers down, his cock dripping with precum, the tip tinted with a soft pink. You went down and licked up the precum, a moan came out of Marcus. You quickly undressed yourself and took off his shirt, trailing kissed down his chest.

“I…hurry…need you..”

“Hm?”

“F-Fill me up please.”

He grabbed the lube from the dresser next to the bed and gave it to you.

“No condom? Are you sure baby?”

He bit his lip and nodded, smiling at you with blush in his face. You smiled back as you put lube over your cock, groaning at the small pleasure. It caused Marcus to get a little excited. You lined your cock to his hole and slowly thrusted your tip in, his tight walls taking you in so well. He moaned as your dick continued to go inside him.

“Fuck, Marcus you feel so good. Taking me in so good.” You praise him as you slowly sped up, his small noises turning louder. You thrusted faster into him and he continued to moan.

“Faster please~” He begged, and your thrusts went faster, hitting his spot again. He kept whimpering and you swore you could get drunk off of those sounds.

“So tight, just for me huh?” You said to his ear.

“J-Just for you!” Marcus moaned out, and you quickened your pace and got closer to your high. Pornographic noises fell out of his mouth, and you started to give him marks on his neck that would definitely be seen afterwards.

“M-Marcus, I’m so close, fuck, keep being so good for me.” He nodded as you thrusted faster and harder into his prostate chasing your high. All of a sudden, he yelled out your name and you groaned loudly as you came inside him, he whimpered when he felt your warmness slowly slip out of him. You watched your cum drip down from his hole.

“How was that?” You asked once Marcus caught his breath.

“That was amazing.” He said looking at you with love in his eyes. You both giggled and got off the bed to take a shower.

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[traningdummy]

His Hands On Me

Marcus Moreno X Male Reader

“Dad, why are you staying home today?” Missy asks Marcus, he sighed as he poured her a glass of water.

“I’m not needed in the office today, so they told me I can work from home. So I sprung to the opportunity, now let’s get you to school.” He said as his daughter finished her breakfast.

After he dropped her off he went back home, sighing after he closed the door. Then down the steps came his husband, who looked at Marcus confused.

“What’s going on?” Y/n asked and he sighed, hugging his husband softly. He smiled and held Marcus close to him and moved them both to the couch. Y/n slowly massaged Marcus’s head as they laid down.

“I just need a day to relax, also I wanted a day just for us.” He finally replied, looking up to his husband with a smile. He got a smile in return, and Y/n kept messing with his hair.

“Well, it’ll be my pleasure. Now, go up to the room while I get my stuff ready.” Y/n instructed and Marcus nodded, heading up to their shared bedroom. He took off his clothes before laying down on their shared bed.

Y/n was really good with his hands, which Marcus loved. Whenever he needed to relax, his husband was always there for him. He really loved him, it was almost indescribable.

“I’m here amor.” Y/n said as he came in with the oils, he smiled seeing that Marcus was already laying down. He set down his little bucket of oils next to him, he always loved doing this for him. Y/n kissed Marcus’s back softly, before putting a towel on his waist.

It was quiet as he began to work on his husband, who was thoroughly enjoying it. Marcus always felt like he was under Y/n’s influence whenever he massaged him and he didn’t care. Loving how his husband’s hands moved like a butter knife, soft yet rough at times.

“So, do you have anything else planned?” Y/n asked, getting an oil out and spreading it on his hands.

“No, I just want to spend the day with my husband. Just relaxing and enjoying our time together.” Marcus replied and Y/n nodded, working out a knot he found. It was silent again, but another comfortable one.

Yet as his husband was working a small burning came from Marcus. He didn’t know what it was, but Y/n’s touches felt more sensual than usual. He lightly groaned and shifted, trying to relieve the burning sensation.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked, stopping the massage. When he did, Marcus craved his touch again.

“Nothing, I was just a little uncomfortable. Please continue.” He told his husband who nodded, a smile on his face as he resumed. The sensation was back, and he could feel his cock harden against the bed. As much as he wanted to touch it he restrained himself.

As Y/n kept going across his skin the urge soon started to take hold of him. So he slowly moved his hand down to touch his cock, holding in moans as he did.

“Done!” Y/n said with a smile, Marcus was caught off guard. “Now let’s get this off of you.” He said and removed the towel, and he saw Marcus’s hand stroking himself. He was caught off guard as well, but he smiled.

Marcus knew that smile, it was one he loved and craved for. He turned over and leaned himself against the head of their shared bed. “Y/n, please help.” He whimpered, knowing his husband couldn’t resist him whenever he whined.

Y/n nodded and took off his clothes before going over to Marcus. “How do you want to do this?” He asked his husband, removing his hand from his cock and putting his own on it.

“I just want you to touch me, please.” He said and his husband nodded. Stroking his cock, kissing his neck softly but leaving marks where others couldn’t see but him. Marcus felt like he was in heaven, he was so glad he stayed home today.

“Is this also another reason you wanted to stay home?” Y/n whispered into his ear, increasing the speed of his hand. Marcus nodded hastily, not ashamed of it anymore. His husband smiled and kissed him softly, slowing his hand.

“Why are you slowing down?” Marcus questioned breathlessly, before hearing a cap open. He looked to see Y/n had put lube on his fingers, he already knew what to do and switched and put his ass up.

“Aww, my good boy is prepared already.” He said Marcus felt his cock twitch at the praise and felt Y/n insert his fingers. He moaned and groaned as his husband stretched him out. “Now what would you like me to do, mi amor?” Y/n asked as he kept fingering Marcus’s hole.

“Eat me out please.” He told him, Y/n smirked and lowered his face and began to eat out the man as he said. Marcus’s moans became louder as he did, and it didn’t help that Y/n started to jerk his cock again.

He felt so close to his climax before the hand and tongue were gone. He was going to complain but stopped when he felt Y/n’s cock at his hole. He was brought into a kiss from him, before his cock rammed into his hole.

He moaned as Y/n thrusted into him, he loved all of this. He really needed this day, and he was sure Y/n needed it too. “I’m close.” He muttered and his husband nodded, and began to stroke his cock again.

He couldn’t give another warning before he came on the bed, he fell down but Y/n pulled out. He thought he was finished till he was flipped over, meeting face to face with him.

He then rammed in his cock again, watching Marcus’s facial expressions as he did. The way his eyes closed yet opened when he hit his prostate, his hair becoming wet from sweat. Everything about this man was handsome, and Y/n loved it.

Then, to Marcus’s relief, Y/n was close. “I’m close baby, where do you want it?” He questioned his husband.

“Inside me.” Was all he could muster, and he nodded before a few more thrusts and he came. He groaned as he pulled out of Marcus’s hole, he smiled and pulled his lover close to him.

“I love you.” He mumbled as he kissed his head, Marcus smiled and kissed Y/n again before they cleaned up.

(Sorry I was gone for awhile, writers block has me in a chokehold)

[pedros-husband]

Masterlist

(All readers are MALE/ftm!)

Joel miller

-We’re gonna be okay

-headcannons

Din Djarin

- aftercare

- I hate your guts (not)

Javier Peña

Javi Gutierrez

- fix me up, buttercup (NSFW)

Marcus Moreno

- mornings

Frankie morales

Agent whiskey

- Rows and rings

Head cannons

-you feel bad about your scars

-you steal their clothes

-you have a big ass

-someone else flirts with you

-you get sick

[second-axis-point]

I take smut and fluff requests!

[supercap2319]

Miracle Guy: “We should go out sometime, Y/N.”

Y/N: *Chuckles* “My dad will kick your ass if he hears you say that.”

Miracle Guy: “Don’t worry, I can handle your pops.”

Marcus: “Oh really, Ryan? You think you can bed my son without my permission?”

[obsessedwithpedritoofc]

hello everyone hehe.

ive really taken this week i had off to finish writing some things.

frankie au fic now posted, marcus moreno fic finished and coming this saturday, and whiskey fic already on the way. hope i can have it for next week or as soon as i can.

also hope youre ready for some angst. again.

take care yall <3

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

Steph! For the smutty fics:

Marcus Moreno and "Open wide for me."

Okay, thanks, byeeee 🫠

lol I can write a sequel to the other six sentence fic right away, thank youuuuu

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x gn. reader

Warnings: smut (oral male receiving)

"Open wide for me," Marcus whispered, mesmerised that he had you on your knees in front of him, your big eyes staring up at him, your mouth dropping open obediently.

He hadn't planned this when he went out to the bar tonight to meet some friends, unaware you would be there too.

One thing led to another, the both of you talking all night, before you asked him if he would like to come back home to yours before you kissed for the first time, his mind going blissfully blank for a small moment, before he crowded you against the nearest wall, deepening the kiss, both of you forgetting where you were for a moment until you heard the whistles from the crowd inside the bar.

Now he was here, in your apartment with his cock in his hand and you on your knees in front of him, your tongue out, your mouth wide open and he didn't waste any more time, slowly pushing his cock inside your mouth, groaning at the feeling of your warm lips closing around his length.

"What a good little... fuck," he chocked on his words, surprised as you pushed closer against him, his cock slipping down your throat, your eyes watering, yet he could see the challenge in your eyes.

This was going to be one fucking long night.

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𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚 - 𝐣

[wordywarriorwrites]

Pedro Scout Status

I've decided to keep a master post of my Scout activities for @pedroscouts!

Check out my status updates below the cut!

Took the Pledge: Took the pledge and became a Pedro Scout!

Joel Miller: I read @undercoverpena-fics Midnight Bedsheets. I gasped. I swooned. I experienced THE FEELS!

Fluff + Smut: For a story I wrote called Assignation.

Blocked a Porn Bot: I know we all have done had to do this...

I Set Sail on the Friendship: I asked @atinylittlepain for a go-to Pedro gif, and their choice did NOT disappoint. 🤣

Enemies to Lovers: So, I'm not sure if this is breaking the rules, but I'm going old school with @frannyzooey Listen fic, because DAY-UM. 🥵🥵

Played a Tag Game: I have played MANY tag games on Tumblr. Hahah

Friends to Lovers: I Like The Way You... by @undercoverpena is a damn fine example of this trope. Absolutely loved it from start to finish. 🥰🥰

Ezra Fic: I've been reading Adversity by @the-ginger-hedge-witch. Can't wait to see what happens next on their adventure!

Hurt/Comfort: Walls of Glass by @sixhours. So beautifully written. An emotional rollercoaster that you feel with every word.

Frankie Morales: Of course, we've got @frannyzooey out here, showing us how it's done with Drive-In. Oh, lawd!!

Giflet: The entire giflet masterlist by @morallyinept is epic, but I particularly enjoyed The Wolf & The Lamb.

AskNado: Completed!

One Bed: This isn't a "traditional" one-bed trope, but Squirming by @frannyzooey definitely has the same vibe because of the whole "share one sleeping bag" thing it has going on.

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels: Omg, I've read Palomino so many times. @fuckyeahdindjarin wrote such an epic romance that I just... ::: sigh:::

Fan Art: I've for sure loved and shared a lot of great fan art.

Slow Burn: I read Death and An Angel by @littlemisspascal and was hooked from chapter one. Binge-read the entire thing in one sitting, and was completely invested from start to finish. Such a beautiful and creative love story!

Crack/Dieter: I got a hilarious two-for-the-price-of-one with Low Hanging Gruit by @covetyou. This was another recommendation that definitely made me laugh out loud. Googled a Term: I can't tell you how often I've had to Google something fic-related. I'm old. I can't keep up with the "cool kids" anymore...

Got Silly in the Tags: It is rare for me to get really silly in the tags. I like to use my tags for organizing (type A much?) and I mostly get silly in the reblog with comments/gifs.

Marcus Moreno: Throwing it back to @frannyzooey and The Secret series, which was my fic intro to Marcus. Deliciously written. Chefs kiss (per usual).

Song Fic: It's not a "traditional" song fic, but I Hear a Symphony by @projectionistwrites is all centered around Joel's rediscovering his love for music.

Coffee Shop AU: Again, it's not 100% traditional, but Hot Coffee by @omgreally was a treat of a one-shot that gave me the jitters!

Rom-Com: Grays by @fuckyeahdindjarin made me laugh from the get-go. By fan-fic standards, it's probably considered an "oldie," but it's definitely a goodie.

Awakened a Kink: I have no children. I also have no desire to have children. But breeding kink fics sometimes makes my brain go "brrr." Especially if it's mixed with competency and the reader is taken care of/protected.

Forced Proximity: @goodwithcheese recently penned Girl Next Door and when I say I am UNWORTHY... I mean... Jesus H. Christ...

Dark Fic & Max Phillips: Blood & Tinsel by @morallyinept is a dark(ish), spicy, smutty mix that pulls you in from the first sentence!

Javi G: Care for a Little Golden Hour by @all-the-way-down-here is a Javi G. x Male Reader fic full of spice and care.

Sent a Horny Anon: I've sent them anon and not anon. LOL

Whump: Omg... Tonight You Belong To Me by @intheorangebedroom is the whumpiest-whump that ever whumped. If you're into angst and being all up in your feels, this is a fic for you!

Din Djarin: An oldie, but a goodie from @charnelhouse called In the Dark. It's the "we almost died" smut story we all know and love.

Soulmate: Again, Death and An Angel by @littlemisspascal was an amazing fic. A totally different take on the soulmate trope that had me hooked from chapter one. I absolutely loved it!

Fluff: Let Me by @polaroidpascal is a very gentle fic about taking care of your partner and giving them a bit of extra love - especially when they need it most.

Bookshop AU: The Book of Love by @undercoverpena is still one of my favorite Bookshop AU fics to read. Full of all the feels and fluff and flirting.

Mortifying Typo: I think we've all done this before. LOL

Marcus Pike: All the Time in the World by @whataperfectwasteoftime was a beautiful one-shot about a couple's first time together. Very romantic and full of emotion and so very, very gentle. I loved it!

Angst: Emergency Contact by @javiscigarette definitely hit me right in the feels. So much emotion packed into a one-shot!

Western: There are two that stick out in my head: Palomino and Adversity. Both are so amazing!

Dave York: Just read Second Sight by @goodwithcheese and literally had to dig my own grave because I perished. PERISHED, I tell you.

Booped: Oh, you know I booped. I booped my way to the top. lmfao

Oberyn Martell: Dancing Phantoms on the Terrace by @janaispunk didn't have to come for my throat like it did... :::ugly crying:::

[radiowallet]

Pretend Alleyways

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno

Summary: One then two chance meetings between famed actor Dieter Bravo and lone wolf Heroic Marcus Moreno leave both yearning for a connection in the least likely of places. Diametrically opposed in every way, what happens when the two men decide to explore the spark of lightning between them?

This is a loose-fit fic, meaning it's not written or posted in order and is often written in one go. This will update sporadically, and I will put the story in order (if relevant) on this masterlist.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Content: AU Marcus Moreno (NO wife, NO Missy), Third-Person POV, male-on-male love, no reader insert. This one is just about the boys. Explicit smut, drug use, smoking, cursing, drinking, violence, banter, teasing, arguing, depression, anxiety. See each individual installment for more warning.

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Installments

You Can - Marcus and Dieter meet for the first time.

I Can*- Marcus and Dieter meet for the second time.

Home* - Dieter takes Marcus to a party in the valley.

Promise* - Dieter gets a gift while away on location.

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Extras

Pretend Alleyways Playlist

[odetodilfs]

Lazy Mornings

AHHH!! So I'm (kind of) out of my writer's block luckily and I managed to write this :), it isn't a request but I'll start working on them when I can. This is also my first Marcus M smut so yay!

Pairing: bottom Marcus Moreno x top male!reader Warnings: Multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, praising, established relationship (marriage)

It was just a lazy Sunday morning, you and your husband cuddled in bed till the late hours of the morning, after a deep sleep where you finally woke up, your arms still around Marcus’s body. You looked over at your man, he looked beautiful sleeping, mouth open slightly, eyes closed, he looked gorgeous. You looked at him for a solid minute, he was so majestic, you were thanking life for giving you this man, with such an amazing heart and so cute.

Suddenly, like your sleep was synchronized, Marcus woke up, immediately smiling as he felt your arms around him and opened his eyes, all groggy from the long and satisfying sleep, “Good morning, sweetheart” he said in a gruff voice, looking up and smiling at you, leaning in to kiss you, “Hey, don’t make me taste your morning breath” you joked, signaling the glass of water on his nightstand with your head, he drank quickly, then curled his arms around your neck as he kissed you, tongue sliding into your mouth and everything.

You felt your lower half stir, then something hard brushed against your leg, you instantly knew what it was, “Woke up rather eager today, didn’t we, Marcus?” you played with his hair, “Please- Missy’s not in the house-” he tried to convince you, “Alright, where do you want it, love?” you asked him

“Inside me-” he whimpered, already spreading his legs, goddamn it, how you loved this man, you went to get lube from the same nightstand the water was on and put some on your fingers.

“Please-” he begged as your finger circled his slightly stretched ass from last night, bucking back against your fingers, “Be a good boy Marcus and wait” you chuckled, he moaned in desperation, he had you last night but he just fucking needed you inside him right this instant. Something about giving himself to you turned Marcus on.

As your finger brushed his prostate he let out a yelp of pleasure, “Fuck- fuck!” he almost screamed as you started to rub your finger against the spot harder, “Jesus christ- (y/n) FUCK ME PLEASE!!” he shouted, you were taken aback by his sudden desperation but it turned you on, you quickly withdrew the finger and squirted lube on your dick instead, “Please- please-” he begged so sweetly, whimpering even. As your dick easily slid in, Marcus just gave a sob of  relief as he felt you inside him, “Fuck- yes-” he moaned, you let him get used to your size, 

“Good boy, good boy Marcus” you whispered, his legs closed around your hips as you lost yourself in his warm, kind of tight ass.

You started thrusting, softly at first, taking him carefully and rubbing your tip on his prostate. The moans coming from his mouth were precious, begging you to go deeper, harder, mercilessly, “Please- I can’t wait anymore- ram it into me- please-” he begged weakly but eagerly, as much as you wanted to hear his moans and whimpers, your need for pleasure was also starting to get the best of you, so you started to ram into him at full force.

“Is this too much, love?” you asked him, the sound of flesh slapping filling the room, 

“F-fuck- no- it’s p-perfect!!” he managed to say despite how fast you were thrusting into him, you could only focus on the tight heat of his hole as his moans became only a background noise. Suddenly, a moan louder than the rest brought you out of your thoughts and you were met with the sight of Marcus cumming all over himself, screaming your name shamelessly over and over. The way his walls spasmed around you, the way the overstimulation was starting to get to your husband, it was too much for you, you came with a shout and no warning as you knew Marcus loved it when you came inside him. 

You stayed locked together for just a bit before you pulled out, you heard a whine from Marcus, “Wait… no… please…” he begged you, was he… begging you to do it again? His fingers entered his stretched hole, as he let out a soft moan at the feeling of being at least a bit filled up, “It wasn’t enough?” you asked him, “No… one more round- please-” “You’re insatiable, your hole’s pretty damn sloppy” you chuckled,

“Please-” he said that word over and over, he had convinced you, not that you needed much, you positioned your cock at his hole and saw the amazing sight that it was: He was more stretched than normal and your cum had started to leak out of him, goddamn it was it a hot sight…

This time, your cock just fully sank into him, he moaned so loudly and gripped the bedsheets, you took his hand carefully and held it as you started thrusting into him again, his eyes getting teary at the pleasure once again. Despite the immense pleasure you were feeling your eyes were still open, you needed to see Marcus enjoy it too, his eyes, his mouth, his moans and screams were all telling you much he was loving this. You loved doing Marcus like this, fucking your husband till his legs were shaking…

You kept pounding his ass, biting down on his neck, leaving marks on his neck to be seen until next week and all through it Marcus was just a sweaty, moaning and whimpering mess, “Please, please, please-” he said over and over having no idea what he was actually begging for, you held his thigh and started kissing him lovingly, in contrast to the assault you were giving his ass. Looking down you could see how your cum had been spread everywhere, it was on your dick, all around his hole, this combined with Marcus’s whimpers made you finally tip over the edge, you fucked into him as hard as you could as that pushed him off the edge too and you both came in time as his tight ass milked your cock for more. You were both panting and looking into each other’s eyes, you leaned in and kissed Marcus, gently this time, he smiled weakly at you, “That was good…” “It was, you were so good for me” you took him into your arms again, “we should shower…” you said, looking at the mess both of you were, “Yeah…” he nodded, “Wait here, I’ll make us a bath” you smiled, he wasn’t opposed, “I’d love that” “Okay, just wait right here my beautiful man” you gave him a peck on the lips and went to turn on the tap.

[sirowsky]

Day 8 and we've reached the last of the Celebration Stories! There's just another poem tomorrow and then it's over. This story is courtesy of @spishsstuff and the prompt was: "No sweetheart, that's a gun" with Marcus Moreno. Thank you, my friend! This one ended up being the longest of the stories, and took me back to my early days here on tumblr <3

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Marcus Moreno x (female) reader, reader has no physical description and no specified gender, angst associated with the fear of rejection, veiled mentions of male genitals, coworkers to lovers. Word Count: 2850 Sirowsky's Masterlist

--Daring to Dream--

   It’s not often that the Heroics organization has time for parties, and even on the few occasions that they do manage to put something together, you’re usually too busy to attend.    Because you’re the middleperson between the Heroes and upper management, and since the superpowered geniuses somehow manage to generate piles of paperwork every single day, you are effectively the busiest person in the building.

   However, for the first time in almost ten years of working there, you have actually managed to claw out enough free time to go to the retirement party for your favorite colleague, this evening.    His name’s Quentin, affectionately called Q, and he was the one that taught you how this place works, back when you’d first started.

   He’d made sure that you’d managed to avoid all the rookie mistakes and always warned you whenever someone was getting ready to pull a prank on you, just in case you were the sensitive type, that might be scarred for life by certain types of pranks.    You’re quite certain that you would’ve managed without him, but it had mattered so much to you that he’d cared enough about a stranger to do those things for you.

   Over the years, he’s become something of a second father to you, so you’re really sad to see him off, but also so happy for him to get to enjoy retirement after over fifty years of devoted service.    But you’re unaccustomed to being around your coworkers like this, all relaxed and unprofessional, so the whole thing has left you feeling a bit uneasy, which is why you keep to the background.

   That is, until someone extends a hand to you.    You’re sitting in a reclining chair that you’ve stolen from the front security desk, because the sec-team have the best chairs, with your feet propped up on the edge of a giant pot that houses an indoor tree, just inside of the entrance.    The festivities are being held in the large foyer and lounge area, so you have a good view of everything from that spot, without being in the middle of it.

   But the sudden intrusion into your personal bubble takes your focus away from the scene in front of you, drawing your eyes to your left where you find none other than Marcus Moreno, the great leader himself, to be the one that’s holding his hand out to you.    You’re usually very observant, to the point where you’re known in this building as someone that’s near impossible to sneak up on, even for a Heroic, so his sudden appearance annoys you a little.

   It quickly fades, though, because you like Marcus. A lot more than you should.    Still, you have no idea what he’s doing, merely standing there with his hand in the air as if waiting for you to give him something.    And when the seconds tick by and he doesn’t say anything, you raise your eyebrows at him, silently asking what the hell he’s doing.

   He smiles then, and it’s the slightly nervous kind, which you can’t imagine has anything to do with you.

   “Wanna dance?” he finally asks, and you’re suddenly twice as confused as you were a moment ago.

   Primarily because there’s no dancefloor and no one is dancing anywhere in the entire foyer, but also just because… why?    You’ve always had a good professional relationship. He’s respectful and kind and always helpful, unlike so many of the other supers. But you’ve never become friends.    You don’t know him personally, you’ve never hung out or even had lunch together.    Truth be told, you can’t recall having ever had a single conversation with him that wasn’t primarily about work, although you’ve certainly wanted to.

   “Uh… sure,” you hear yourself say, and then you have to literally bite your own tongue to keep from screaming at yourself, because where did that come from?

   You don’t even know how to dance, idiot!

   But then the nervousness in his smile vanishes, and he beams at you when you take his hand, and suddenly you don’t know why you’re upset with yourself anymore.    You smile back, unable to stop the gesture because he’s too damned cute, with his sparkling, crinkly eyes and that dimple that should be fucking illegal.    He only takes you a few steps away from the chair, since the corner behind the security desk is empty and the large glass walls give you a feeling of almost being outside.

   You try your best not to look too nervous about it when he turns and snags your waist, in a perfect imitation of those fluid movements you’ve seen in old movies with Fred Astaire.    Figures that he’d be all smooth like that. He’s already hogging all the best traits that a person can have within that gorgeous mind and body of his, so of course he’s gotta be a natural at dancing too.    Why leave anything for the rest of you…

   “It’s nice to finally see you at one of these things,” he says quietly, while he starts to slowly move you across the floor in little rhythmic circles. “Why have you never showed up before?”

   Now, you could answer that it’s because you’re not particularly interested in parties, or that you get more than enough of seeing your colleagues during workhours, either of which would be true.    But you’re terribly nervous right now, which is probably why you end up sounding cantankerous instead.

   “Because someone keeps burying me under mountains of paperwork,” you shoot back, narrowing your eyes at him.

   “Hey,” he chides, but he sounds guilt-ridden rather than annoyed when he continues. “If you’re gonna throw blame around then at least throw it on all of us.”

   His remorse makes you feel bad about your comment, so you make an effort to shed your nervousness and try and behave like a friend rather than a tired colleague.

   “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, I didn’t mean to…” you try, but the words just kinda die off on you, so you sigh and try a different track. “I know that you do what you have to out there, and I admire your readiness to always protect people.”

   “Just stop wrecking shit while you do,” he finishes the thought for you, and you have to smile at that.

   “Preferably,” you nod, and he chuckles and then tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you fully into his chest so that he can rest his cheek against your temple.

   He does it so casually, as if you’ve danced dozens of times before and are completely familiar with each other, which you’re most certainly not.    Still, he seems totally comfortable with the situation and that makes your body want to mirror him. So you relax and let him lead you around, following his movements and enjoying the closeness. It’s so rare that you ever have anyone this close to you.

   But as you move like that, with the entire fronts of your bodies glued together, something suspiciously hard is suddenly poking at your hip, at just the right angle.    You could of course try to ignore it, but… Once that thought has entered your mind, it sparks a whole plethora of questions and ideas, and in no time at all, it’s the only thing you can think about.

   Because what if he asked you to dance specifically because he’s attracted to you. What if his willingness to always stay for a while and explain himself after he comes to dump another pile of forms on your desk, isn’t just about his desire to help.    Maybe he just likes to spend time with you.    Maybe he just likes… you.

   “Uh, Marcus?” you say, feeling yourself starting to heat up at the prospect that this amazing person might be into you.

   “Hm?” he hums right by your ear.

   “Is… Is that your…?” you try, unable to find a suitable euphemism for his privates right then.

   It takes him a moment, but when he realizes what you’re trying to say, he laughs.

   “No sweetheart, that’s a gun,” he explains, and then elaborates. “I was working late today, helping the police disarm a robber, and I just didn’t have time to take it to be destroyed before the party.”

   It makes complete sense, he does that sort of thing on a weekly basis, since his powers allow him to manipulate certain metals. And suddenly you feel so stupid.    Why would you ever think that he might get aroused just by standing close to you, it’s not like there’s ever been the slightest hint of interest towards you before tonight.    Shame burns your skin, and you have to fight the urge to pull free and run away.

   You wanna cry, because even the idea of being liked by someone as good and kind as Marcus Moreno, is like having your entire existence validated.    It would’ve made every guy that’s told you that you weren’t good enough, either through their words or their actions, finally proven wrong.    And now, even though it was just in your head, it feels instead as though those guys have somehow won.

   “Hey… you okay?” he asks when you don’t answer, or laugh with him as he’s probably expecting you to.

   “Yeah,” you answer on autopilot, desperate for him not to see how pathetic you are.

   But your voice betrays you. He can easily hear the tremor, the complete lack of confidence and the way you’re trying too hard, even in that one small word.    You duck your head when you feel his grip around your waist loosen, to give yourself a few extra seconds before meeting his eyes, as he pulls back to look at you to try and find out what’s wrong.

   “What’s going on?” he asks, and his mirth is all gone, replaced by genuine concern which only tugs harder at your heart, because you so wish that he would always have such care for you.

   You’ve always liked him, but never once allowed yourself to think of him as anything but a coworker, because he’s just so far out of your league, and so clearly not interested.    If he had been, surely, he would’ve at least attempted to hint it to you.

   “Nothing, I’m fine,” you lie, which he easily sees through, because you’re still not meeting his eyes, and your voice is anything but steady.

   Putting a gentle finger under your chin, he urges you to look up at him, and as much as you want to just run away and hide for the rest of your fucking life, you let him direct you.    Because a part of you wants him to know.    He studies you closely for several seconds, and you can almost see his mind working, trying to figure out how you went from joking around with him, to looking teary-eyed a mere minute later.

   And somehow, he actually does figure it out.    You can tell when the realization hits him, in how his brow smooths a bit, and a kind of understanding settles into his frame.    So, you try to steel yourself for the rejection that you know is coming, when you see him take a breath and prepare to say something.

   “Did you want it to be… that?” he asks, fishing for some confirmation that what he’s thinking is on point, and clearly referencing your earlier mistake.

   You hesitate, but then that part of you that needs to know if there’s any chance, makes you nod in response, and the shame builds again.    Once more ducking your head, desperate not to see it if he should be repulsed or even just disappointed, you start to back away, already telling yourself all the horribly painful things that he might be about to say, so that maybe it won’t be such a shock.

   But none of what you’re dreading happens. He simply doesn’t let you retreat.    Instead, he tugs you back into his chest and wraps both arms around you.

   “My office…” he whispers in your ear then, before lightly kissing the edge of your jaw.

   He pulls back, meeting your frozen, incredulous eyes for just a moment, and then he walks away, indeed heading straight for the corridor that leads away from the foyer and up to the next levels.    And you’re left standing there, stunned and flustered and so many other things that have your head spinning and your heart pounding painfully against your ribcage.

   He must be joking because he’s never once expressed any interest in you.    But of course, it is also possible that he’s just horny and taking advantage of the situation.    You know that he hasn’t even been on a date since his wife died five years ago, so maybe he just sees a chance for a little intimacy.    Still, that seems unlikely, given that everything you know about his character says that he would never use someone like that.

   Joke or not, it’s up to you to decide what you want, or what you’re willing to endure for the chance that this might be exactly what you want it to be.    And for once, that’s an easy choice to make.    He’s too good to pass up.

   You decide to wait a minute before following him, though. Just in case someone’s watching, and as you slowly start moving closer to the crowd, you spot Q heading towards you, which makes you smile.

   “Hey there, old-timer,” you say once he gets within earshot, and he chuckles.

   “Hey there, paper-tower,” he calls back, and your smile widens.

   He’s been calling you that since day one, and it comforts you to hear it again.    Once he gets to you, he gives you a big hug and then holds on to your upper arms when he pulls back.

   “Did these sharp old eyes just catch you dancing with a certain super?” he says in a low voice, close to your face to keep the people around from overhearing.

   “Maybe those eyes are a bit too sharp,” you joke in return, and he huffs a laugh.

   “Definitely. But tell me what happened?” he asks, and you know that he’d be thrilled to hear what you’re about to do.

   He’s the nosy sort, but not a gossiper. He just likes to know everything.

   “He… invited me to his office,” you confess, leaning close to his ear so that you can whisper, but you still see the rise in his brow from the corner of your eye even before you lean back again.

   “And you’re going, right?” he blurts out, sounding almost afraid that you might not be, which puzzles you into silence, and he presses on. “Sweetheart, trust me on this: Go.”

   “Do you know something I don’t?” you ask, feeling like you’re missing something obvious here.

   “I’m seventy years old, I know a million things that you don’t,” he says with a casual roll of his shoulders. “And what I know about Mr. M, is that he’ll make you happy.”

   “So, you don’t think that he’s just looking for some tail, then?” you say with a cheeky smile, and he laughs at the ridiculousness of such a thought.

   “If that was all he was after, he could get it anywhere. But he’s asking for you, the busiest, most charm-resistant person in the building.”

   You can’t fault his logic there, as you’re probably the most unavailable person imaginable in Marcus’ everyday life. Aside from married people, that is.    So, you hug Q one more time and then hurry to get away from the party, ducking into the hall and sneaking up the stairs as quickly as you can without running, reaching the office in just a few minutes.

   You don’t bother knocking since you’ve already been invited, and when you step inside, he’s waiting for you in his sofa, further into the room.    He stays seated while you close and lock the door before moving over to him, but his eyes are on you every second, and you can almost see how his temperature is rising.    Unsure of how he wants to proceed, you stop in front of him, but he doesn’t like that.

   He grabs your thighs and pulls you down so that you’re straddling him, then his arms wrap all the way around your back, pressing you against him until you can feel him through his suit-pants.    Then he tilts his head up to find your lips, but you stop him by putting one finger against his mouth, and he pauses, suddenly looking nervous.

   “Just so we’re clear,” you say, and he stops breathing for a second, “I’m expecting dates and stolen moments in the hallways, stupidly lovesick nonsensical gifts and cute notes, and dinners with Missy-…”

   He cuts you off by pulling your hand away and claiming your lips, wantonly moaning into your mouth with how strongly it affects him to taste you.    But he doesn’t need to say anything. You know from the moment your lips meet that he’s already agreed, and that this is just the beginning.    Which is already everything that you never dared to dream of.

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MARCUS MORENO FICS

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Make Love for Lost Time | Marcus Moreno x Male!Reader Smut

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Mornings

Marcus Moreno x male! reader Drabble

A/N: I got bored and decided to make a place filler for my upcoming fic- watch this space!!

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Mornings sunlight filtered through the curtains of Marcus’ and your bedroom, falling onto your faces and stirring you from your sleep. Being a light sleeper in early spring came with downsides, as the sun woke you up before your alarm could.

However, the sight of Marcus’ sun kissed skin and soft beard, eyes closed and beautiful eyelashes a dark cohocalte in the sunlight, well, the lack of sleep became a distant thought.

You pressed a tender kiss to his cheek and he slowly blink his eyes open, lips slightly parted. He subconsciously pulls you into his chest where he rests his chin on top of your head.

“Morning, sunshine” you whisper, rub in the palm of your hand across the expanse of his chest, peppering gentle kisses along his collarbone.

“Mornin’…” he droned, half awake half still asleep. His lips curled up at the feeling of your hand and lips on him, and he let out a low content hum, voice thick with sleep.

“Work?” He questioned, still unable to form full sentences though he got the point across. You shake your head and mumble a soft “not today love”. He hums again with a larger smile and rolls over onto you, smooshing you slightly bit in a Comfortable way, with the eighth amount of pressure on your rubs to feel like a hug so tight he was melting into you, it made you feel like you two were one.

You gently run your fingers through his curls and he groans in delight “slow Mornin’ today sweet boy” it was intended to be a question but it came out as a statement. You nod and rub your hands up and down his back, tracing lazy shapes onto his spine and feeling the soft fabric of his shirt. (Your shirt at one point although he’d insisted it was always his)

You stay intertwined in one another for hours, the warm sun waking up with you as you listen to the bird song and cuddle together.

Slow mornings are always the best with your husband.