#Superstore Marcus

[noellawrites]

The Concert - Yandere!Marcus White x Younger!reader

summary: Marcus seizes an opportunity to join you at a concert, but gets jealous when he realizes you have a crush on the lead singer. Marcus does what he has to to make sure you go home with the right guy tonight.

warnings: alcohol use, non/dub-con touching, kissing and fingering, age gap (15-ish years), possessiveness

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

Ever since your first day at Cloud 9 when you had met Cheyenne, the two of you barely went anywhere without the other.

You two were close in age, always had weekly sleepovers and you had been right by her side when she took the pregnancy test that ended up positive.

So you were completely devastated when she bailed on your sacred, long-anticipated plans for Bo of all people.

“Cheyenne, come on! We bought these tickets like three months ago and my parents won’t let me go alone!” you whine, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration as you lean against the lockers.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but Bo needs me right now! Who else is gonna hype him up before he gets on stage at Kenny Roper’s bar mitzvah?” she explains with a frown as her hand rests on her bulging stomach.

“Ugh okay, I guess I’ll just sneak out and hope my parents don’t notice,” you shrug.

After Cheyenne walked away, you shove a hand into your locker and feel around for your blue vest, tugging it out angrily.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you hear a voice ask from behind you. You look to your side, then slightly up, where Marcus White stood next to you with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, I was just supposed to see my favorite band tonight, Shattered Hearts. Chey and I were going together but she had to cancel,” you explain sourly.

“Oh man, I love Shattered Hearts!” Marcus exclaims with a dopey grin.

Truthfully, he'd never listened to the band before. But he wasn't going to miss out on his chance to spend an entire night alone with you.

After you both finished your shifts for the day, you parted ways. You had planned to meet at the small downtown venue once you got changed and ready for the night.

Later on, you gleefully rummaged through your closet, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Shattered Hearts' lead singer, Tommy Valentine, would be front and center like always so of course you planned on wearing a Tommy-inspired outfit. Ripped white tights, short shorts and a low-cut top (covered by a long coat) and your favorite jewelry pieces to complete the look.

You went for a heavier makeup look than usual, as Shattered Hearts was in the pop-glam-rock vein. It couldn't hurt, making yourself look a bit older and hopefully catching Tommy's eye if you could get close enough to the stage.

"I'm going to the concert with my co-worker tonight so don't worry, I'll be safe!" you yell to your parents as you make your way out of the house and into the evening air.

Once you arrive at the venue, you see Marcus standing outside, leaning against the wall. He immediately brightens up and you don't miss the way his eyes rake over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, (y/n)! You look... wow!" he laughs, a blush heating up his cheeks. He can't help but look your body up and down once more, taking in the way your white tights stretch over your thighs and your top hugs your body in just the right ways.

"Thanks, Marcus! Here's your ticket," you say, handing him the ticket that was supposed to be Cheyenne's.

"I'm really excited to hear Breathless," you sigh, walking up to the end of the line as Marcus follows.

"Uh, yeah, me too. I'm like— I'm just excited to hear their newest album," he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? This is the anniversary tour for the Rock Solid album, I don't think they'll be performing much of their new stuff," you frown.

Marcus is saved by the security personnel, approaching you both and patting you down as you entered the doorway and handed your tickets to the employee.

"Damn, this place is dark," Marcus laughs, looking around as you step in together.

"C'mon, I wanna get close to the front!" you exclaim, grabbing Marcus' hand and pulling him with you towards the stage.

He barely has time to process your hand on his as he follows you across the dirty, dim room.

"This is perfect, he'll definitely see me here," you say with a smile, looking up at the rusty light above you that illuminated your area. You leaned against the wooden pole next to you which supported the shabby balcony above.

Marcus raises an eyebrow. He? Who was he? Marcus was hoping to at least kiss you tonight, but were you already obsessed with some other guy?

"I'll go get us some drinks," he says, gesturing towards the bar.

"Oh, thanks! I'll keep our spot," you smile, looking down and adjusting your outfit to show off even more skin than it already was. Did you know what you were doing to Marcus? How his skin buzzed whenever you touched, how he imagined leaning down and kissing your lips? How desperately he wanted his hands all over you?

He fumed as he headed over to the bar, ordering some cheap beers and shots of vodka. Who was this asshole you were so obsessed with?

When Marcus returns, you knock back your shots together. Some men in black tee shirts bring equipment onto the stage as the sound of applause echoes through the room.

"So, uh, this guy you want to see you... did you invite someone else tonight?" he asks, trying not to sound like a jerk.

"No, I just think this is the best spot for Tommy Valentine to see me. He's single, just broke up with Maxine McDonald. Did you know the band's guitarist met his girlfriend because she was a fan at one of his shows?" you say excitedly, watching the stage.

Of course. The jerk you were obsessed with was the band's lead singer. Marcus couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that you were turned away from him.

"C'mon, drink up. I'll go grab us some more," Marcus says, playfully tilting your beer up in the direction of your mouth. He would need to be a lot drunker if he was gonna watch you lust over some punk poser all night.

By the time Shattered Hearts came onstage, you and Marcus had already finished several drinks. Marcus felt fine, but you already felt woozy, tipsy, almost falling over a few times. Marcus caught you of course, and you leaned on his body as to not embarrass yourself further.

Marcus went to grab another beer for himself, and when he returned, you were clinging onto the wooden pole.

"This one's my favorite," you mumble as Marcus cracks open his fourth beer.

"Yeah? Is it?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.

You nod dumbly and Marcus wraps his warm arm around your waist, the drinks emboldening him.

He looks down at you, your beautiful face illuminated by the dim lighting. He just couldn't help himself anymore. Marcus leans down, pressing his lips to yours and deepening the kiss into a make-out session as your brain catches up and you start to realize what's happening.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, silencing your protests as he traces his warm hands over your shirt. You almost think you're having a bad dream until you hear someone nearby say, "eww!"

It's only as his hands move into your shorts that you're able to push him off of you. He recoils, staring at you with a pissed-off expression.

"Wh-what was that, Marcus?" you exclaim, putting your hands out in front of you to keep him at a distance.

"I thought we—"

"I told you, I'm interested in Tommy!"

"He's way too old for you," Marcus hisses.

"So are you!" you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'll go get us more drinks," he sighs, realizing you've both sobered up a bit.

When he returns, you're miraculously still there, eyes fixed on Tommy.

Marcus keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the concert, suffering more and more as each song thrums and passes. The band wasn't even that good and Tommy Valentine was just some forty-something, washed-up guitarist with eyeliner.

After the concert, Marcus heads to the exit but is surprised that your small hand manages to pull him back.

"We're staying. Tommy usually comes out afterwards if he sees someone he likes. And I definitely seduced him with my eyes. Will you get us a round of shots for when he comes out?" you ask, waving Marcus away as you watch the curtains for any sign of movement.

Twenty minutes pass, the venue almost cleared out and heavy with the stink of sweat. Your shots sit untouched as you slump down in your seat.

"You wanna go outside?" Marcus asks tenatively.

You shake your head like a petulant toddler.

"You... wanna finish these off?" he asks, gesturing to the shots.

You nod, sitting upright and taking all three shots consecutively. It had sunk in now that Tommy didn't see anything special in you, hadn't been wowed by your sexy outfit or your eyes or how you knew every word to every song.

Almost immediately, you slump sideways against Marcus and he rests his arm against you comfortingly.

"Let's get some fresh air," he sighs, leading you outside where you lean against the brick wall, fighting the urge to pass out.

"You look amazing tonight. It's Tommy's loss," Marcus says, hand stroking your arm.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, mouth framed in a pout to either keep the tears from falling or the vomit from escaping.

Marcus sighs, leaning down and bridging the gap between you. You return the kiss in your own sloppy, half-conscious way. One of his hands plunges into your shorts as the other makes it's way up underneath your shirt.

You're mumbling, moaning, making some sort of noise with your mouth but his mouth covering yours muffles it.

Marcus can't wait any longer, mouth drifting down your neck and chest, sucking and leaving marks of his affections.

"N-n—stop—" you mumble, hands awkwardly trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren't fully sure.

"Fuck," Marcus mumbles against your chest, causing a gasp to rise up your throat. His fingers trace your hole, spreading around your wetness as you let out a whimper.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he groans, grabbing your waist and sucking on a new spot of skin.

"M-marcus— I-I should go huh—home—" you mumble.

He pulls away and examines his work with a big, dopey smile. You were so messed up, clothing rumpled, hair undone, love bites all over your neck and chest.

He turns you and leads you to a reflective window, and you gasp at the look of yourself. So many hickeys that your coat couldn't even cover. You looked... like a slut.

"I—I can't go home like this! My parents will kill me!" you whimper.

"You can come to my place, my mom'll love you," Marcus offers.

"Uh— no, that's—“

"I'm not letting you walk somewhere alone. Come with me and we can take the bus to work tomorrow," Marcus suggests, raising his eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," you sigh, leaning against Marcus as he walks the two of you to his mom's house.

You try your best to ignore Marcus' childish, messy room and dirty sheets as you undress and climb in next to him, still feeling drunk and used up.

You hold back a shriek as he pulls you into his chest, body flush against him. "This is nice, huh? My perfect toy," he laughs, kissing your bare shoulder. You shudder at his touches and objectification of you.

"Marcus, stop," you sigh, and his grasp loosens, but not forever. You know he'd be pulling you close in the middle of the night and you had half a mind to sleep on the dirty floor.

The next morning, you borrow one of Mrs. White's long-sleeved shirts for work but it still doesn't cover everything. You walk into Cloud 9 beside Marcus, embarrassed and red-faced.

Marcus throws an arm around you, and when you get to the break-room, he pulls you into his lap as all of your co-workers stare.

"Pretty epic, huh? Got 'em all to myself," Marcus grins, placing a big hand on your thigh and rubbing it creepily.

"Uh, (y/n), your neck—" Cheyenne stutters, eyes wide at the confusing scene before her.

"Yeah, it was all me. We had a pretty crazy night last night. You were all over me, begging for it, huh?" Marcus brags, leaning back and bumping fists with Isaac as he passes by the two of you.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were quite a catch in the store, everyone knew it, and now Marcus was asserting his dominance at having made you his.

[georgialeeches]

Superstore Marcus White smut head-canons:

(Green Highlighted = Actual canon statement) (NSFW)

>When you started messing around he was shy, humble, above all honest- he starts every time by saying “I’m not really sure what I’m doing down there”

>But after awhile when he’s comfortable around you that ‘alpha male’ / ‘fuck boy’ superiority will come out during sex

>Like being competitive makes him NEED to make you finish before you get him to.. and smack talking when he’s winning that game

>Mocking you for being a ‘princess’ if you’re whining, calling you a ‘bitch’ when you’re unyielding. Teasing how you can’t stop how close he’s getting you if you tried

>He went to prison for public urination, says he doesn’t wash his hands after peeing and pees in jars

He DEFINITELY has a piss kink. He wants to urinate on you and he wants you to leave it, staying like that as long as possible

>Chanting is gonna happen when he’s a minute away from cumming and you have to make him cum if you want to make him silent

>Praise is in his after care. compliments, telling you what he liked, most of all letting you know he’s thankful and grateful for the attentiveness he really only gets from you

[satansapostle6]

Angel With A Broken Wing | Jonah Simms

And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Fat Lip

“Marcus!” I scolded.

He looked at me like a confused puppy. “What?!”

I groaned irritably. “You can’t just hit people like that, Marcus!” I exclaimed, as Ryan stood by his car, angrily plugging his bleeding nose with tissues.

Somehow, no one was really fazed by this entire spectacle, whether it be our coworkers, or complete strangers. Naturally, weirder things have happened in Cloud 9 parking lots, even today, so no one even thought this situation warranted even a call to the cops. The only people I knew even still hanging around were Jonah, and Garrett, who was only really there because Jonah was there.

“Babe, I did it for you!” Marcus exclaimed, trying to get me on board with his violent outburst as he wiped at the blood on his lip.

I groaned frustratedly, unsure of how to get it through his thick skull that what he did was actually wrong, like a mother gentle-parenting a toddler.

“You didn’t need to do anything for me, Marcus, because everything was fine to begin with!” I shout at him impatiently, “And stop calling me ‘babe’! Especially at work! I’m not your girlfriend! You know that!”

Jonah slowly turns to look at Garrett for input. “So… Sophie and Marcus… What’s, uh… What’s the story with that…?”

Garrett makes a face. “That’s what you’re wondering about right now?!”

Jonah scoffs dismissively. “No! I was just…” he fails to even come up with something. “So, are they, like, a thing, or are they just hooking up…?”

Garrett rolls his eyes as he moves away from the crowd. Jonah starts to panic as he sees Garrett leaving, not wanting to be left behind. He quickly follows Garrett, walking behind him over to my car, and opening the door. Jonah then panics even more, not sure if he’s overstepping a boundary, or three.

He decides to interrupt Garrett. “Should we be…?”

Garrett ignored him as he tends to my daughter. “Me and Sophie are friends. I’ve taken care of her kid before. If you’re overstepping, then by all means, leave.”

Garrett sighs as he sees Gigi, sitting in her car seat as she smiles at him. Jonah just stands by awkwardly, not sure what to do, and not sure what to do with his hands as he shoves them in his pockets.

“Hi, Uncle Garrett,” Gigi says, surprising Jonah.

“‘Uncle Garrett’…?”

“Hey, sweetie,” Garrett says somewhat uncomfortably, trying to do a friend a favor, “How are you doing?”

“Okay,” Gigi tells him quietly.

“Hi, sweetie!” Jonah says out of nowhere, not wanting to be rude.

Garrett shoots him a look, as Jonah just frowns, realizing that maybe he shouldn’t just introduce himself to a coworker’s unattended child.

Garrett nods. “Okay. That’s good. Well, uh… I’ll tell you what. Mommy and Daddy are… a little busy right now, so how about I keep you company? That sound good?”

Gigi nods with a smile at this offer. Jonah smiles softly, surprised to see how good his friend actually was with children, despite his usual nonchalant, ‘cool guy’ demeanor.

“Cool,” Garrett accepts, trying to distract the poor child, “How’s school going? Still crushing those science projects?”

He smiled as Gigi nods.

“Yeah?” Garrett says kindly.

Jonah stands around silently, listening in as Garrett distracts the small child, making sure she doesn’t realize that anything’s wrong. Although the police weren’t called, it still seemed that I was gonna be stuck in the parking lot with Marcus and Ryan for a while.

“Fuck you, man!” Marcus yells, as I try to diffuse the situation as much as possible. “You don’t talk to Sophie like that! She is a queen among women!”

I groan in discomfort as I try to figure out a way to defend Ryan without actually having to defend him.

“Who the fuck even are you, dude?!” Ryan yells at him.

“Guys!” I yell over the both of them. “Shut the fuck up!”

Ryan immediately goes on the offensive, automatically blowing up at Marcus. “No, fuck this dude! He came in here, acting like your fucking knight in shining armor, punching me like a fucking animal!”

Marcus had almost a knee jerk reaction. “I’m the fucking animal?! Fuck you, man! Talking shit to a nice girl like Sophie!”

Ryan scoffs. “‘A nice girl’?! Have you met Sophie?!”

“Yeah, I’ve met Sophie!” Marcus yells stupidly. “I’ve met her all over the place!” he brags.

I groan, “Oh, dear God…”

It took another thirty minutes or so, but I finally managed to get Ryan to back off, and not try to murder Marcus. Eventually, Ryan drove off, and I just lost my patience and stormed off, leaving Marcus confused as he tries to plead for my attention.

“Sophie!” he calls to me, as passersby give him weird glances, “Sophie! Baby! Come back!”

“Ugh!” I huff as I run to Gigi in my car.

Marcus’s face falls sadly. “Baby! I was willing to get another strike for you!”

I felt absolutely horrible about everything as I realized Gigi had been waiting for me this entire time. I felt like an absolute failure of a mother, realizing I’d been neglecting my child to deal with a fight between my baby daddy and the guy I’m currently sleeping with, in the middle of a Cloud 9 parking lot. But thankfully, I walked to my car to find Gigi safe and happy, with Garrett. And for some reason, Jonah. Garrett looks up at me as he sits with Gigi, talking with her as he and Jonah see me coming.

“Oh, hey,” Garrett smiles as he sees me, turning to Gigi, “Look at that. Mom’s back.”

I sigh as I take my daughter’s hands, looking back at Jonah in confusion. “I’m so sorry, Gige, I didn’t mean to be so long… Did you have fun with Uncle Garrett?”

She nods contentedly, not seeming bothered by any of this at all.

“Okay, that’s good,” I nod, relieved.

“What happened?” she asked me curiously.

“Uh…”

I awkwardly turn, seeing Garrett and Jonah standing behind me uncomfortably, unsure of what to do, or where they’re supposed to be.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I just had to talk to Daddy…”

Gigi looks at me curiously. “Did he win the fight?”

My face goes completely blank as I look back at Garrett and Jonah, who are now both staring directly at the floor as if I’m Medusa. I groan uncomfortably as I look at my daughter, feeling like the world’s worst mother behind Ted Bundy’s mother.

“Uh…” I try to salvage this any way I can.

*****

Later that evening, after a particularly difficult and frankly heartbreaking discussion with my daughter, I decided to make Gigi’s favorite mac and cheese for her as a sort of apology for having to explain to her that she can’t tell anyone at school about her Uncle Marcus beating up her father. I set a little bowl of macaroni with chicken and carrots in front of her as she sits across from me at the counter.

“So, what’d you and Uncle Garrett talk about?” I asked her pleasantly.

“School. Comic books,” Gigi says as she picks at her vegetables, “Me and Uncle Garrett like Spiderman.”

I smile. “Well, that’s good.”

“Uncle Garrett’s funny,” she tells me.

“That he is,” I agree with a smile, still to this day finding it amusing how good with kids Garrett actually is.

“Jonah’s nice,” Gigi notes, which makes my blood run cold.

I stop dead in my tracks as I eat my dinner, not knowing how to react to that.

I try to hide my frown. “What?” I ask her.

“Jonah’s nice,” she repeats, obviously not picking up on or understanding my response.

“Jonah…” I realized, “You talked to Jonah?”

She just shrugs, not really making anything of the situation as a child.

“Yeah. He says he works with you,” she recalled. “He does a funny Kermit voice.”

I stare in confusion, not really sure what to make of that.

“Jonah likes you,” Gigi states rather calmly, startling me as if she’d screamed.

I slowly processed what she’d said to me, trying to get to the bottom of the random revelation.

“What do you…” I blurted out awkwardly, “What makes you say that?” I asked her, definitely needing context.

“I don’t know. He says you’re really smart,” she explained.

I just sighed with relief, realizing that she, being a child, meant that he just quite literally liked me, as a person. I just shook my head at myself, embarrassed by my own stupidity. It’s a different type of embarrassment when it hits even if you’re alone.

*****

The next day was a Thursday, and I was working on the register as usual, silently sighing my way through the entire morning.

“Have a good one,” I smiled, watching as a man appreciatively walked away with a bottle of lotion, a mason jar, and an anime figurine of a suspiciously young-looking female character.

I stared at him uncomfortably as I decided to take out a pad and paper, writing down the name on his debit card just in case.

“There has to be some sort of list for that…”

“Hey…”

I look up suddenly, as Jonah nervously approaches the register. Why he always approaches people like he’s trying to learn an Irish jig, I have no idea.

“Hey,” I offer a polite smile.

“So… Yesterday….”

I sigh with a sense of dread. “What about it, Jonah?”

He tries to smile. “I-Sorry, I know it’s not any of my business…”

I look up at him exasperatedly. “”No. It’s not. So leave me alone, please? Everyone keeps asking me if me and Marcus are dating, and if Marcus and Ryan hate each other, and a weird amount of people have asked me if Marcus is Gigi’s real father—”

Jonah nods, fully aware of the intellectual capacity of some of our fellow Cloud 9 employees.

“Right,” he remarks, “Well… I just…”

I stare at him expectantly.

He sighs, looking guilty and exhausted. “I just… Wanted to ask you if you’re okay,” he told me.

My expression suddenly softened, as I realized. “Oh. No one’s asked me that yet.”

He smiled sheepishly.

“I, uh…” I nod, trying to compose myself. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

He nods, the look in his eyes deeply sympathetic. “How’s Gigi? Is she okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, she’s a strong kid,” I assure him.

He seems to take comfort in this. “That’s good. Kids are… really resilient,” he offers.

I expect more, maybe some silly, clueless speech about what he read about the psychological development of children, but… no. Nothing. It was kind of a relief, that all he had to say was a question about whether or not I’m doing okay.

I smiled, still oddly relieved. “Thank you. For asking.”

Jonah nods, seeming glad to have actually said something right. He smiles pleasantly as he walks off, getting back to work. I stood there for a moment, thinking to myself I still had a whole day of work left ahead of me.

“Excuse me?” a nice red-haired lady asks, as she approaches me with her items, setting them down on the conveyor belt.

I look up as I start scanning. “Hi,” I smile.

“Hi,” she says kindly, “So… There’s, like, a little pile by the fitting rooms…?”

I look at her curiously as I scan. “A—A ‘pile’?” I question.

“Yeah, um…” she tried to phrase things as delicately as possible. “Judging by the, uh… odor, I’d say it’s a… fairly big pile of poop?”

I just frown, looking down at the register as I nod. “Right… Thanks.”

“I’m sorry,” the lady says awkwardly, “I know it’s disgusting…”

I just shake my head. “No, it’s… Not the first one today.”

She looks at me, alarmed. “It’s… eleven.”

I glance down at my workstation. “Yeah. I know.”

-

Chapter Four

[imaginesbymk]

Superstore Headcanon

— DATING MARCUS WHITE

REQUESTED BY @flowercrowns-goodvibes

to be honest, it's a very complicated relationship

when you first met marcus, you thought he was the biggest douche, very dim-witted, gross, disrespectful, you could go on

he's asked you out so many times but you always turned him down

after a couple of months or years, you finally say yes — but with a warning: it's just a harmless, friendly date. and no touching. nothing.

the first couple dates aren't even romantic, or satisfying... but you can tell he's trying and he's enjoying his time with you

later on, he starts to grow on you and you're suddenly a goner... you realize you actually like him

everyone questions your relationship, and what you even see in him, and you learned not to care anymore

you always bring him along to hangouts even though everyone makes it clear that he's uninvited and not wanted there (like cheyenne's wedding, emma's quinceñera, lunch breaks, drinks, amy's golden globes party etc)

you help him look after himself better. you introduce him to good hygiene, helping him afford doors to his car, educate him on feminism etc

always visiting him at the warehouse

he carries you over his shoulder

he has cute but odd nicknames for you

holding you close to him during the tornado :( he always tries to protect you

ALWAYS brings you up in conversations

sneaking make out sessions (and photolab "sessions" iykyk) between shifts and getting caught by dina on the surveillance footage

when he gets a desk, you always sit on it while he's kissing you

[tamberjo]

it's my birthday today so enjoy some marcus 🥳

@ironmanmagnetfridge

[beetlejuce]

Superstore 02.16 | "Wellness Fair"

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

Superstore Boys saying ‘I love you’ for the first time:

Marcus!!

- literally shaking in his cloud 9 branded work boots

- spends weeks, months even, practicing saying it in the mirror until he builds up the courage to do it to your face.

- not scared of saying it because of himself. He knows it to be true that he loves you more then anything else in this world. He's more scared that he'll say it and you'll give his this blank stare while you whisper an apology that you don't love him too. (It wouldn't be the first time that's happened).

- doesn't plan an extravagant moment or anything to say it to you, but he does want it to be intimate; just the two of you.

- when the words come out his hands are shaking and he can't meet your eyes, until you lean in close, nudge your nose against his cheek and whisper to him 'I love you too' with a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

- once he says it for the first time, he's never not saying it to you.

- "I love you, babe." "Hey, babe, I love you." "Because I love you will you grab some cheese-it's in the store for me?" "I love you, but I love Kraft Mac and cheese more babe, get used to it."

Garrett!!

- doesn't think it's as much of a big deal as the others, but still finds himself nervous to say it to your face.

- plans a nice dinner for the two of you with all your favourite foods and your favourite movie and dessert for afterward

- when it comes to the actual moment that's when the nerves finally hit

- though Garrett spends most of his time flirting with you and acting all confident around you he just crumples. For the first time in a long time he's actually nervous to what May happen.

- you're cleaning up the dishes claiming you had to after he'd put all the hard work into making the food and Garrett comes up behind you, pulling you into a kiss. And then another and then another before murmuring it against your lips.

- you press one more chaste kiss to his lips and lean back with a wide, glistening smile. 'I love you too.'

- the amount of relief Garrett felt when you said it back!!!! He'd never admit how nervous he was that day, not even to you. He couldn't let you know the power you had over him.

Jonah!!

- Freaks tf out

- he's spent more time then the two of you had been together planning on how he would tell you he loves you.

- he plans the most elaborate day out for the two of you, a trip to the park, a picnic, row boat ride into the lake, a long stroll through a flower garden and then dinner at your favourite restaurant

- however, all of that goes to shit when he calls you up to ask you to bring him home his jacket that he'd left at the store and he ends the call with 'see you when you get back. I love you.'

- a brief moment of silence takes over the two of you as Jonah hastily mutters out 'I didn't mean to say that' before hanging up on you

- you tucked the phone into your pocket with a wide smile on your face, picking up his jacket that you'd already had among your things before heading back to Jonah's place as quickly as you could.

- the second you open the door Jonah's apologising, saying that 'I didn't mean to say it in a good way, of course I meant it! How couldn't I? I love you more then anything! This just isn't how things were supposed to go and-'

- before he can get out another word, your grabbing his by the collar of his shirt and pulling him against you, kissing his passionately before pulling back with a bright grin. 'I love you too, J.'

[tiptoethewordsgo]

jonah, dina, garret, glenn and marcus are all autistic now sorry i don’t make the rules

[darknessontheedgeoftowndyke]

Breaking Bad themed baby shower

[tubulootz]

marcus superstore im your biggest apologist 🙏🙏

[sunshinekarenstarr]

I know I know how disgusting this white man is BUT I CAN FIX HIM!! I CAN!

[lightsabergirl]

guys I think I found the most babygirl to ever babygirl

has anyone else watched superstore and ended up in love with this idiot because she's such a dweeb and I adore him

(also don't say anything about the fact that I have like no type okay? I already know that, I just can't resist the goofiness)

[penny-anna]

submitting this for peer review

[satansapostle6]

Angel With A Broken Wing | Jonah Simms

And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Chapter Three

Chapter Four: Love or Lust

“Ugh…”

I groaned irritably as I walked to my front door, unsure of why someone was banging on my door at two in the morning. It wasn’t extremely late, but I had work in the morning, and I was exhausted. I reached the front door, reluctantly opening it as I demanded an explanation.

“What is it?!”

I was alarmed, but not necessarily surprised, as I opened the door to find Marcus White standing on my porch with a hoodie over his warehouse uniform with his hands in his pockets.

“Marcus…” I mumbled readily, realizing it was him.

“Sophie,” he smiled, “Thank God… It’s freezing out here.”

“Marcus,” I complained, “I was trying to sleep, dude…”

He slowly steps toward me, hands affectionately caressing my arms.

Marcus grins, pulling me closer. “Well, lemme come with you…”

I sighed. “No…”

He decided to try and beg me. “Come on, baby…”

I groaned reluctantly as he steps into the house.

“Sophie… Come on, baby,” he murmurs, tall frame leaning down as he nuzzles his face against mine, working his way down to my neck, “I miss you…”

“Marcus,” I sigh, not having any time for this.

“Baby…” he tempts me, starting to press soft but insistent kisses on my neck, “I miss you. Lemme show you how much I care about you… Please?”

I sigh, knowing this shouldn’t affect me as much as it seems to. I groaned as he kissed on my neck, the kisses slowly growing wetter and more desperate.

“Marcus…” I warned him.

That seemed to be the only thing I could think to say at the moment. Marcus wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but that still didn’t help me turn his down.

“Sophie…” he murmured dreamily in my ear. “Come on. I miss you… I know how much you like it when you’re sleepy…”

“Dear God…” I gasped, angry at how good Marcus was at messing with me.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go to bed,” Marcus begged me, as he backed me up against a wall, “You wanna come to bed with me, baby?” he mumbled huskily in my ear.

“Marcus…” I sigh, trying to protest.

“Let’s go, princess,” his hands softly roamed my body. “Lemme take you to bed… I’ll even do all the work. How does that sound, huh?”

“Oh, dear God,” I sighed, knowing exactly what I wanted.

This only seemed to encourage him.

“Lemme take you to bed, beautiful,” he tempted me, “I’ll do all the work… All you gotta do is just lay there, and let me make you feel good…”

I sighed as he kissed all along my neck, knowing there was no backing down from this. This sort dynamic was unusual and almost unheard of for me and Marcus, which only made it more tempting.

“Okay, fine…” I teased, giving in to my exhaustion, as well as something else.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Marcus grinned, genuinely excited as he scoops me up, wrapping my legs around him. “Oh, baby, I’m gonna make you feel so good… Just like you deserve…”

I sighed eagerly, unable to resist a grin as he holds me in his strong arms with ease, whisking me off to bed.

“God, I love how tiny you are,” Marcus gushed, “I can just scoop you up and show you how much I want you…”

Ordinarily, that sort of comment would be a definite turnoff and a huge red flag, but somehow, Marcus made it work. But I couldn’t just let him know that.

“Shut up…” I rolled my eyes.

He smiles, just the right amount of smug. “You don’t want me to shut up, do you…?”

Why the hell was Marcus so good at dirty talk? I giggle softly as Marcus hurriedly carries me to my bedroom, softly lying me down on the bed as he quickly undresses, throwing off his hoodie and warehouse uniform.

“God, you’re… so beautiful…”

I sigh as he crawls on top of me, undressing me so that I didn’t have to do it myself.

“Go on, baby, just close your eyes…” he breathes in my ear, “You just lay back, and relax… I’m gonna make you feel so good…”

He grins as he kisses on my neck, letting me tilt my head to give him more access. “That feel good?”

I nod slowly. “Mm-hmm….”

He smiles as he hungrily kisses me. “You tired, baby?”

I nod as I hold him close.

“Yeah? You tired?” he says sweetly. “It’s okay… Just relax, baby. I’m gonna help you feel so good… God, I can’t wait to taste you. You taste so good, Soph.”

I chuckle in a low, tired tone as he starts to kiss all the way down my body.

“I mean it, baby,” he chuckles, “You taste so good. So sweet, like I’m not even kidding… I love eating you out… Fuck…”

I groaned, both as a moan of pleasure, and more of a feeling of spite. Sometimes, Marcus White was more of a hate-fuck, only he didn’t necessarily know that. Generally, he’s very clueless. He doesn’t even know how weirdly good he is at sex, which I’d say works to my advantage. Marcus’s overall cluelessness and simplicity generally benefits me; things with him are simple, and easy. He’s casual, he can be trusted around my kid if need be, and I can tolerate being around him. All I need right now. I gasped as he went to town, momentarily not regretting letting him in.

I watched him as he flicked his tongue up and down, eyes still hungrily locked on mine. For a guy who ‘doesn’t really know what he’s doing down there’, Marcus could hold his own. He pisses me off about fifty percent of the time he opens his mouth, but his mouth is still one of his best attributes. And I had to admit, I love the fact that he’s the ‘tall and strong’ type that can just throw you around a little bit instead of stopping to ask to switch positions.

“Soph,” Marcus moans into my thigh.

I groan as he kisses me just about everywhere he can. He’s a very eager guy.

“Mmmmph, you taste so good,” he grumbles, “I could do this all day…”

I wouldn’t mind. I’d probably let him, it weren’t for being a mother, and stuff. That tends to get in the way.

“Oh, God…”

I lie on my back, exhausted as I feel his tongue flicking like crazy.

“That’s it,” he grins, able to sense my enjoyment. “I’m like your own personal vibrator. You just lay back and relax, baby…”

I have a love-hate relationship with the way he calls me that. I hate it because it’s always been random and unprompted, but I love it because… well…

“Come on, baby,” Marcus persists, “Cum for me… Right on my face…”

Lord have mercy. I gasp, not having any sort of willpower at the moment. I look down at him, grinning like a maniac as he keeps going, knowing it’s gonna be a long night for the both of us. I sigh exhaustedly, knowing Marcus is gonna wanna drag this out for at least another couple times. The man loves to be of service. I panted softly, feeling his tenacity and curiosity being channeled into all sorts of productive things as I feel his fingers digging into the soft skin on my hips, almost crying out at the way he decides to suck on my clit.

Mentally unwell men are the absolute best. In all honesty, I like to have someone interesting to psychoanalyze when I inevitably zone out during sex.

“Mmm….” I indulge in the almost overstimulating sensation as he keeps going.

“God, I’m so hard…” he groaned, involuntarily bucking his hips down onto the mattress as he ate me out. “All for you… I’m all yours…”

Before I knew it, I finished for the second time, as he just ignored the climax, still going with enthusiasm, lapping up the mess he made like nothing had happened. He’s kinda like a Roomba; he just keeps going, even if he runs into a wall. He looks up at me with his little puppy dog eyes as he keeps going, desperate for validation of some sort as he tries harder and harder. I’ve asked him on multiple occasions if he’s been tested for ADHD, the only reason I’ve had to ask multiple times being that he never actually manages to give a comprehensive answer to the question.

I moan softly as he starts to kiss up my body, making his way all the way up to my neck as he sloppily throws his clothes off. I feel him pressing wet kisses to my neck as he moves his fingers to where I need them, a deadly combination.

“Oh, my God…” I express.

“I know, baby,” he breathes huskily in my ear, “I know…”

“You little shit…” I mutter.

He just takes this as encouragement, knowing me all too well. I feel him slide his fingers in with ease, far too smug about it.

“So wet… Is this all for me?” he breathes, genuinely wondering.

I just sigh, closing my eyes momentarily.

“God, you feel perfect… Like I was meant to be inside you…”

Jesus Christ. He slides his fingers in, curling them slightly, the way he’s learned to do. I moan quietly as he hits just the right spot. There was no denying, I’d fallen into comfortable patterns with Marcus; he knew me well, and it made things easier, as well as just better.

“That’s it, baby…” he moans as he pumps his fingers in and out, going faster and faster.

I don’t really know how to describe that sensation other than it just makes my brain go quiet for a minute. I gasp as he suddenly pulls his fingers out.

“You ready for me?” he pants excitedly. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby, you don’t even know…”

I sigh, knowing this man is going to be the death of me. I moan as he kisses my neck, knowing exactly where to kiss gently, and where to nip playfully. I moan as he finally puts it in. I have nothing to say about that other than: the giant worm from Spongebob. He moans with me in my ear, desperate to be as close to me as possible in this process. He paws at my breasts in a needy manner as he rests his forehead on my cheek, panting softly.

“Fuck…!” he hisses, groaning quietly. “You’re so tight…”

“God…” I mutter.

“Fucking… Vietnamese finger trap…” he babbles as he slips in.

In all honesty, I stifle a laugh. Fucking Marcus is like fucking Theo Von. His dirty talk is kind of all over the place. Sometimes it’s, hot, or kinda cute, but sometimes it’s just…

“Dude,” Marcus stops, staring up at me, “Your boobs are big!”

I frown, just kind of blowing past that one, as I’m a C cup. Before I have any more time to think about that one, I moan as he finally thrusts in and out, starting at a tantalizingly slow pace. Every time, I feel like my guts are being rearranged. I gasp as he picks up the pace, going faster and faster as he pants in my ear, sounding winded. The sounds that fill the room are all lewd in disgusting, from my moans, to his gasps, to the very specific sound of skin on skin. I feel the way I feel about Marcus when he opens his mouth, but if I had to make, and leak, a sex tape with anyone, it’d be him.

“Fuck, goddamnit, baby, you feel so good,” he gasps in my ear, growing more and more breathless. “Oh, my God…”

I felt like he was reaching places I didn’t even know existed. Not that I’d ever tell him that.

“Sophie…” Marcus whines in my ear, making me melt. “I need you so bad…”

I’m unable to even really form a response, panting as he thrusts in and out. In all honesty, I couldn’t hold on for much longer. I was exhausted, and that only heightened the different sensations I was feeling in that moment. My eyes were completely closed, as I felt like I was both on a roller coaster and floating at the same time. I was drunk on something, not love, but something, as he leaned over me, trapping my body between his hands that he used to hold himself up on the bed. How this man had not yet made a career in amateur porn, I had no idea.

I gasped as I felt his lips on my neck, as if encouraging me to finish. I could feel him getting close, and that only drove me further toward the edge.

“Fuck,” he whispered in my ear, “I’m so close, baby…”

I sigh as that somehow works contagiously on me, gasping as I get close to the edge.

“Oh, my God, you’re so perfect,” Marcus breathes, as we both finish around the same time.

I gasp for air as he just collapses, deciding to plank on top of me despite our height difference that’s at least a foot. Marcus presses all his weight on me as he buries his head in the crook of my neck, desperate for closeness. I sigh as I close my eyes, unable to deny him.

*****

The next morning, I arrived at work in a rather unsociable mood, having not gotten much sleep, for obvious reasons. I dropped by customer service for a minute, sitting on the desk as Garrett tried to kill time doing nothing. He seemed to notice my irritation as I sipped on my shitty work coffee.

“Long night?” he asked, not even meaning it that way.

He suddenly realized that he was definitely much closer than he thought when I tried to hide my involuntary smirk as I sipped on my coffee.

“Okay, girl, I see you,” he teased me as he often did when it came to my sex life, “You got some, didn’t you?”

I scoff, “Yeah, Wendy Williams, I ‘got some’, if you must know.”

“Yeah? From who?” Garrett asked, before immediately stopping himself.

We both frowned, sitting in awkward silence for a moment.

“Right. I gotta stop asking that,” he reminds himself out loud, knowing about my situation with Marcus.

“Yeah,” I agree, glancing down awkwardly.

“You know, I usually don’t like to know… well.. anything about my coworkers’ sex lives, but you’re lucky I’m nosy,” Garrett told me.

“You’re lucky I’m a whore,” I tease him.

He just scoffs. “You know, I think we as a society are too down on whores. There’s much more dignity in having sex for money than whatever it is we do here.”

I can’t help but agree that I’d almost rather be having sex for money than working at Cloud 9.

“Right,” I nod, distracted by how tired I am.

Garrett looks at me curiously. “That dude really kept you up, huh?”

I just shake my head at him in amusement. Garrett thinks for a moment, conflicted.

“You know… Ordinarily I take any opportunity I can to know as little about Marcus as I can, but I can’t deny… I’m a little curious,” he expresses humorously.

I raise an eyebrow. “About what?”

He shrugs. “You know… What that experience is like.”

“What, you wanna know how big it is?” I demand.

“Jesus!” he exclaims in disgust, “No! More like…”

It takes him a minute to come up with an explanation.

“I just… I don’t know, I gotta ask…” Garrett continues, “Is it—and when I say ‘it’, I mean the general sex, not his penis—” he clarified fearfully.

I nod with a smirk. “Right.”

Garrett sighs, as if unable to believe the question that he’s asking me, “Is it… You know… Enough to cancel out the fact that he’s Marcus?” he asks rather profoundly.

I laugh, knowing exactly what he means.

“Well… I mean… Obviously, yeah, it would take a lot for me to agree to have sex with a guy who has holes in his underwear,” I note, which Garrett just nods at, not surprised at all, “I… I don’t know. His general approach was definitely… surprising, the first time, I’ll give you that.”

Garrett nods appreciatively, giving it some thought. “Thank you, I think that was… just the right amount of informational and vague for us,” he states, chuckling.

I nod in agreement.

“Okay, honestly… I just got one more question,” my friend says finally, as I look at him with curiosity. “Sophie… This thing you have with Marcus…”

“Yeah?” I prompt.

He sighs. “Look… I know Marcus is… Marcus, and all, but… the guy punched out your baby daddy,” he provides.

“Yeah,” I confirm, “What’s your point?”

Garrett pauses, visibly reluctant to have this particular conversation with me.

“Do you think you really mean as little to him as he does to you?” he poses the question.

I sigh, giving it a thought. This was definitely a loaded question that I didn’t wanna answer at the moment, but I wasn’t necessarily upset at Garrett for asking. It took a long while before I was finally able to come up with an answer.

I let out a long exhale, “Does it matter if I don’t?” I remind him.

Garrett considers my response, and everything I’ve told him thus far. “Yeah… Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he offers sympathetically.

I just nod, and we go about the rest of our day.

-

Chapter Five

[ffsg0jo]

fwb nanami except you have a garrett/dina sort of situation going on and keep track of how many orgasms you've had each. you currently owe nanami two.

[murcielagatito]

marcus loses his thumb + amy losing her shit