#Superstore Marcus x Reader

[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.'

[noellawrites]

I have a yandere Marcus prompt for your dark Superstore needs XD Of course, as always, feel free to ignore this if you don't feel it ^^

How about Yandere!Older!Marcus White x Younger!Naive!Co-Worker!Reader who invites Marcus to see a band she loves with them since they got the tickets and no one else wants to go with them and like hell is she gonna let this opportunity fly by! 😅 Marcus says hell yeah, because obviously- no.1, he's actually being invited somewhere. 2. It's Y/N, and 3. It's a rock concert, so Y/N'll we're something hot right?? 😅

WELL it's all great until they get there and Marcus realises Y/N has a huge schoolgirl crush on the lead singer/guitarist/whatever. He gets so moody and mean about it, and Y/N doesn't know what she's done to make him like this (did she accidentally insult him?? Did she say something wrong?? Is he not feeling well?? Oh no ): ), until she follows him worriedly out of the pit/stands to a more quiet area near the port-a-potties and Marcus reveals his true colours. Makes her his. (Doesn't need to be in a smutty way, I know you don't really like writing nsfw 👍 ^^)

!! I hope you like this and it's dark enough! 😅 I read your rules but please let me know if anything is wrong. Also if you just don't vibe with it, don't sweat it! ^^ Have a good one 👍 (by the way you have tooootally got Marcus back on my mind again now 🤔😏 haha XD )

ahhh hello bestie! thank you so much for this ask! i’m so sorry for literally the almost year-long wait 😭😭 i hope you like it and i hope i got Marcus back on your mind! lmk what you think ❤️❤️

[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

[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.

[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 Four

Chapter Five: No Role Models

It was Thursday, and Marcus was over again. I tried to cut myself off, but it just wasn’t working. The man knew how to fuck.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

Marcus groaned. “Shit…!”

My legs were up on his shoulders, or really, his chest, because of the height difference, and I could feel everything. There was no way I was turning this man down anytime soon.

“Fuck, oh, fuck…!” Marcus hissed.

Until, of course…

“Fuck, you feel so good, Erica…”

I swear in that moment, you could’ve heard a pin drop. Both of us went dead silent. We didn’t necessarily separate, but it all stopped. I stopped what I was doing, and he stopped thrusting altogether.

“Excuse me…?” I questioned.

I was stunned. Flabbergasted. I had no idea what to say. I had no idea how to react. What was I supposed to say?! Marcus had just called me his ex-girlfriend’s name in the middle of sex, something I barely knew was even possible, and I was still reeling from his last stroke. He looked at me in horror, immediately trying to explain himself.

“Sophie—!”

I got up off the bed, standing in front of him both angry and butt-naked, which was a horribly humiliating commination.

“Oh, now you remember?!” I demanded, throwing the shirt he’d taken off on my bed at him.

He just stood there and took it, letting the shirt hit the ground as he desperately tried to find a way to make it up to me. But I wasn’t having it. This was my last straw; I wasn’t that spineless. I ignored him with determination as I put my clothes back on.

“Sophie, I’m so sorry…” Marcus apologized profusely, “I’m so sorry, Soph… It was just a mistake, I’m sorry…”

“Yeah, and so was this!” I yelled, furious with him as I threw a random jacket on.

“No, Sophie, please,” he pleaded, following me as I stormed out of the dark bedroom. “Sophie… I didn’t mean to say her name… I was thinking of you, I swear, I don’t know how it happened, it was just an accident…!”

“Bullshit!” I yelled as I stormed out into the hall.

“Sophie, please…!” Marcus begged me, “You’re the only one I care about I promise… Sophie!”

“No, Marcus,” I shook my head firmly as I reached for my car keys, “I’m done!”

“No!” he shouted fearfully, still trailing after me like a lost puppy. “No, please!”

“Nope. I’m done. Fuck you, Marcus,” I spat as I headed for the door.

“Sophie, no please, I care about you so much… Sophie… I love you!” Marcus exclaimed desperately.

I stopped in my tracks at that, slowly turning as I tried to process what he’d said to me. I looked at him expecting a look of indifference, or at least some uncertainty, but I saw none of that. He looked at me through glassy, emotional eyes, desperate for me to believe him.

“You…” I paused, unable to understand him. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do!” he cried. “Sophie… Ever since the moment I saw you, I knew… I had to have you. I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world… I love you!” he pleaded.

I stared at him in disbelief, unsure of how to even respond.

“Sophie…” he gasped, “Sophia… I love you. I’m in love with you… Please!” he stood before me vulnerably.

I shook my head, tears in my eyes as I rushed for the door. “I can’t do this anymore.”

“Sophie, please,” Marcus’s voice broke.

“Nope! I’m leaving!” I announced, running out the door.

He stood there in disbelief. “But… This is your place!”

“Get out!” I yelled as I slammed the door behind me.

I got in the car and slammed the door. It took me at least five full minutes to stop crying before I could wipe my tears away, and just drive. Maybe twenty minutes or so after the whole ordeal, I knocked on a door, praying I’d get an answer. After a couple of minutes, the door opened.

“Sophie?” Garrett said kind of groggily. “What’s going on?”

I found myself a little tongue-tied, unable to even answer his question at this point. Garrett studied me worriedly.

“Hey… Is everything okay?” he asked me.

He didn’t say much; this was a normal question, and perfectly warranted after all, considering my showing up at his door after midnight. But the simple question was enough to push me over the edge as I started to cry, like a little kid. Garrett seemed almost shocked by the sudden outburst, quickly moving his chair for me to come in.

“Hey, hey, come inside…” he said sympathetically.

I nodded wordlessly through my tears as I walked into the apartment, trying to make less of a fool of myself as he gently reached to rest a hand on my back.

“Sophie, what happened?” Garrett asked me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded as I sniffled. He let me over to the couch, sitting near me as I took a seat.

“What’s up? What happened?” he asked.

I sighed as I wiped my tears away. “Just some stuff with Marcus…”

Garrett took this information in, nodding understandingly as I tried to compose myself.

“I’m sorry,” I looked around guiltily, “It’s late, and I showed up unannounced…”

“It’s okay, man,” he reassured me, “I mean, I didn't even hop off the game ‘til, like, half an hour ago. And you know you can come by any time, I don’t really mind…”

I nodded slowly, accepting his kindness. “Thank you…”

“Yeah, no worries…” Garrett said awkwardly, trying his best to be comforting, even though that was neither of our strong suits. “You want, like, a drink, or something to eat…?” he tried to be helpful.

I shook my head. “I’m okay…”

“What happened with Marcus?” Garrett asked. “I mean… You don’t have to say if you don’t want to… He didn’t, like… do something, did he…?” he asked, making sure I was okay.

I shook my head. “No… Nothing like that. He just…”

Garrett just looked at me, waiting.

“I’m done with him,” I sniffled. “That’s all.”

Garrett nodded slowly, starting to understand the nature of my situation.

“Yeah,” he said finally, “That’s probably for the better… Ryan has Gigi, right?”

I nodded. He took a moment, trying to make the best of the situation.

“Why don’t we crack open a few beers? I’ll break out the whiskey, and we’ll just listen to every song we can with the general tone of ‘bitches ain’t shit’?” he offered.

I chuckled in spite of everything. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

Garrett nodded as he wheeled toward the fridge, allowing me to take a seat at the table. I sat down, smiling as Garrett handed me a beer.

*****

At some point, it was already almost 2 a.m., and Garrett and I were fairly buzzed, sitting at the table together as we almost nonsensically sang along to random songs we were playing on the speakers. Garrett and I sounded surprisingly tipsy as we sang Kendrick and Lil Wayne lyrics.

“…He tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears. And then she tell me, and I be all ears… And then I go and tell my people, and they already know him…!”

We both downed more whiskey and swigged our beers, fairly drunk now. The singing continued, much to the dismay of Garrett’s surrounding neighbors.

“We’re waiting outside… Watch him pull up! Walk up to the door, and right before he knock, she open the door naked… She left it unlocked! They started french kissing, so he didn’t see moi! And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch! Music up loud, with his head in the cloud! Turn that shit down, and I scare the piss out of him! …Put a gun to his frown, turn around, I ain’t here to fuck around, I ain’t hear to fuck around, caught you with your pants down! You know what it is, put your fucking hands up!

“Liz, that’s enough, you can put your hands down! …And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her! She a good actress, and you a dead actor! You’ll be dead after we get what we’re after! If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard! I got way too many bitches that do anything for me!”

I couldn’t explain it, but screaming at the top of our lungs about how love isn’t real was healing.

“But think for me, send her to you like she ain’t for me, I hope you alone like bankruptcy, she pour you a drink, that drink on me, she pour something in it, now faint for me! …Pussy got you outta character, you fall for these hoes off your ladder, take everything that you have til you don’t have an opinion, we have your attention, now you’re looking down a barrel though!”

*****

The next morning, I woke up on Garrett’s couch, and we drove into work together, fairly exhausted. I yawned as I got out of Garrett’s car, waiting for him as he got out, certainly not in the mood to talk to our coworkers alone. We both went into work together, praying today was going to be a low effort day.

*****

That afternoon, Jonah found himself just happening to be wandering up to the front of the store, near customer service, where Garrett worked.

“Hey…!”

Garrett looked up at Jonah. “Hey.”

“So…” Jonah began, already trying to find an angle.

For what, Garrett had no idea. He didn’t know what Jonah could’ve possibly wanted, but he knew he was not at the right energy level to deal with it.

“This morning…” Jonah remarked, trying and failing to be nonchalant. “It was kinda cloudy…”

Garrett stared at him, not understanding. “Dude, you obviously want something, so just ask.”

This came out a little more snappy than Garrett had intended, which he kind of felt bad for, given the flustered expression on Jonah’s face, but at the very least, it was still effective.

“Uh—Okay. Uh…” Jonah fidgeted awkwardly as he tried to segue into his inquiry. “I couldn’t help but notice, you… Came into work… With Sophie,” he stated, forcing a smile so aggressively that it was becoming more of a grimace.

Garrett stared him down. “Yeah.”

Jonah continued awkwardly. “So… Is that, like, some new carpooling situation, or…?”

Garrett frowned. “No.”

Jonah nodded, struggling to find a way to extract more information from his coworker. “So… Did you just happen to go and pick her up today, or…?”

Garrett frowned. “No. She spent the night at my place.”

This made Jonah’s ears start to ring. “Oh…!”

Garrett just sat at his desk, not sure how to respond.

Jonah laughed nervously, an almost passive aggressive desperation to his tone. “Okay, so…” he kept laughing.

Garrett felt as if he was watching a Batman villain’s origin story with the plethora of strange facial expressions Jonah was making.

“So… Let me get this straight…” Jonah said, “Sophie, the girl you know I like…”

“The grown woman I’m friends with, and have been friends with, long before we even met, that you said you didn’t have a crush on, yes,” Garrett corrected him impatiently.

“Right… So…” Jonah stammered nervously. “She… spent the night at your place…?”

“That’s what I said, yeah,” Garrett confirmed.

“She… Walked in in just a hoodie this morning,” Jonah murmured, recalling seeing the two of them enter the store together, “With nothing under it…”

“Okay, stop,” Garrett smiled humorlessly.

“‘Stop’ what?” Jonah asked genuinely.

“Making this into something it’s not,” Garrett stated, “Sophie is my friend. We have been friends, since she started working here. I’m allowed to hang out with her, without it having to be something else!” he said in disbelief.

“Right,” Jonah nodded quickly, “No, you’re right, I just—”

“No! Nothing! That’s it,” Garrett cut him off.

Jonah nodded apologetically, realizing he’d made a mistake in being so confrontational for no reason.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he apologized, making Garrett feel guilty.

He sighed, nodding as he accepted the apology. “It’s, fine, man, I just…”

He didn’t know what to say, feeling caught in the middle of everything.

“Look. I have no problem with it if you have a crush on Sophie, or whatever, but…”

“I don’t have a crush on Sophie,” Jonah blurted out defensively, “Why would I have a crush on Sophie?”

All he needed to realize how ludicrous he was being was the frown on Garrett’s face in that moment.

“Right. Yeah. Sorry,” he apologized quickly.

“I don’t care if you have a crush on her, but I also can’t go spilling every detail of her life to you just because you wanna know if you should ask her out to sushi, or Italian,” Garrett reminded him.

Jonah nodded. “Right, yeah, I shouldn’t have expected you to…”

He was very quickly distracted.

“Wait, since we’re on the topic,” Jonah began, “Do you think she would prefer Italian? I mean, she seems more like an Italian kinda girl, but I remember she said once she didn’t like pizza, so—”

Garrett’s expression immediately reflected his thoughts.

“Nope. Sorry,” Jonah agreed, surrendering, “That’s… Never mind. Sorry,” he said again, realizing how inappropriate and badly timed the question was.

“Look…” Garrett began, wanting to help. “Give Sophie a break before you try and woo her, alright? The woman’s having a tough time. She’s…”

He chose his words carefully as Jonah hung onto his every word, desperate for information about Sophie.

“She’s got a lot on her plate, with the kid, and Ryan, and Marcus… She’s going through a lot. Just… Let her breathe, okay?”

Jonah nodded. “Got it. Yeah. ‘Let her breathe’…”

“I don’t know if she has the energy to even think about relationships right now, but I know she’s in a bad place, coming out of something…” Garrett trailed off. “Just… If you wanna be there for her, be her friend first. Let her decide on her own time if she would date you.”

Jonah nodded slowly, seeing the merit in Garrett’s advice.

“That makes sense… Yeah. I’m sure she’s got a lot going on…” he thought. “I’ll slow down…”

“Good. Because you need to. A lot,” Garrett nodded, “Not just with this, but in general. It’s 9 a.m. Take it down a notch.”

Jonah chuckled as they both gradually returned to normal. With Jonah too distracted by his dilemma, and Garrett too distracted with his exhaustion after his night of drinking, neither of them noticed the rapidly spreading grin on their coworker Cheyenne’s face as she rushed back to the beauty counter, unnoticed.

-

Chapter Six

[imaginesbymk]

SUPERSTORE PREFERENCE

TEACHING YOU TO DRIVE

Characters: Amy Sosa, Jonah Simms, Dina Fox, Cheyenne Lee, Marcus White & Glenn Sturgis

Tags: mentions of drugs & reckless driving

A/N: the relationship between these characters + y/n for this pref is platonic, for glenn it would be familial too - big shoutout to @eddiecabotsmile cos i requested for them to write a reservoir dogs pref about them teaching the reader to drive, and this inspired me to do one for superstore cos them teaching y/n to drive would be undoubtedly funny <3 likes/reblogs/feedback are greatly appreciated!!! <333

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AMY SOSA —

Amy's like a mother figure to you, so she helps you in any way she can.

you and Amy decide to use her car because it's more spacious and comfortable.

Amy's teaching abilities when it comes to driving are pretty normal. It's nothing too stressful, but at the same time, it kind of is.

"I feel like you're gonna write me up if I miss a road sign."

Would roleplay as the driving instructor, which makes things so awkward and pressuring for you now

You hit the brakes too hard and she goes flying forward

JONAH SIMMS —

Somehow Jonah makes it about him, telling you he's good at driving, he's helped his friends get their licenses, set up cones to help them practice blah blah blah.

Jonah makes Garrett tag along after he refuses numerous times. "Y/N's gonna drive? I don't even trust y/n on the intercom."

Jonah bribes him, promising him you'll stop for pizza on the way.

He lets you use his car, but once you knock over a trash bin, and nearly rear-ending Glenn's new car, he regrets it. Garrett glares at him with a "what'd I tell you?" face.

Things turn out okay. You listen to Jonah when he tells you what to do. Jonah is calm because you start to get the hang of it, so then Garrett is chill. Everyone is chill.

Then you realized you missed the exit to the nearest pizza place like you promised.

DINA FOX —

At first, she judges you for not knowing how to drive and asks why you didn't get your license sooner.

She agrees to help you, but takes it way too seriously.

"I will make sure all my birds attack you like Melanie Daniels if you ever so make a dent on my van."

Quizzes you on everything, even though you proved to her so many times that you have your permit.

Dina is timing you, yelling at you for going ten miles on a forty mile speed limit, and stresses you out over every small thing.

"GO!! GO!!!!!!! UGH. You could have went, y/n!"

Dina would literally scream at pedestrians or even drivers for going too slow or almost cutting you off.

CHEYENNE LEE —

She would not care if you accidentally hit another car trying to parallel park. As long as she's the passenger princess, she would definitely pass you.

She wasn't lying when she said she has bees in her car. You even glanced at the cup holder and found a baggy of ecstasy.

"Cheyenne, are you sure I'm doing a good job?"

"Hm? Oh, you're a natural! If you were my Uber driver, I'd give you a 5-star rating, or maybe a 4.4 because Harmonica drives her Barbie convertible better than you."

Cheyenne would not even be paying attention, she would just be on her phone the whole time, taking selfies or texting Bo or Mateo.

Hell, she would FaceTime Mateo so he could judge your driving on camera.

She would look up from her phone last minute and be like, "Oh, wait. The exit's here."

MARCUS WHITE —

If he never offered and insisted, Marcus would be over the moon when you ask him to teach you. He has a playlist ready and everything.

You immediately regret it, though, for valid reasons. He's making you use his car when the poor guy doesn't even have doors to his car, plus he's kind of gross.

He's a decent driver but would often ignore road signs, and wouldn't even care if you, the driver, wore a seat belt or not.

Marcus would eventually dare you to floor it down the highway.

Would make you stop at a Wendy's or something.

You only needed help reverse parking.......

GLENN STURGIS —

Glenn is THRILLED.

Glenn allows you to use his car, despite getting a new one every time they get damaged by every circumstance at work.

He sings children nursery rhymes to calm himself down if you go at least five miles over the speed limit, and would grip the handle. Typical boomer things.

"You almost hit Brett!"

"Brett is all the way at the cart corral!"

He would congratulate you for getting one small thing right, as little as checking your mirror or putting both hands on the wheel.

He demonstrates the different types of parking, but takes his sweet time.

You don't end up doing well on the first try, but he insists that you're doing your best — even after almost hitting a mother pushing her stroller at a red light.

[bethsvrse]

Any fun requests coming up? <3

I have a couple of requests I’m working on. There are a few marauders ones and a superstore that I’m focusing on but I have been very busy at the moment so I haven’t been able to write as much as I want. Hopefully they will come out sometime next month though!! 🫶

[frqncjs]

posted second chapter of my Marcus fic :))

[sibsteria]

Superstore Masterlist

[] smut

[] fluff

[] angst

[] platonic

Marcus White

Sworn to Secrecy

Phenomenon Two

Dad hc’s

Nsfw HC’s

Fog and Clouds Prologue One

Jonah Simms

Two Brunettes and A Boyle One Two Three Four

Nsfw hc’s

Garrett McNeill

[imaginewarehouse]

Marcus White x AFAB!Reader || Drabbles

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

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

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

🔆🔆🔆

Season 1: Hate sex + Orgasm Denial/Edging

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh he's so gross.

Season 2: Blowie

I have recently had an epiphany.

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

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

So I'm going to be all in.

I am going to make him my bitch.

And part of that is torturing him, now.

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

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

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

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

Its hot of him.

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

Season 3: Riding + Budding Feelings??

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

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

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

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

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

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

Its almost as good as the fucking.

Season 4: Choking, Thigh Riding, Fingering and Overstimulation

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

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

That steps challenge has pissed him off, somehow.

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

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

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

"Fine. How about- Strawberries?"

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

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

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

Marcus is already dragging me to the Warehouse.

~

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

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

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

More more more.

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

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

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

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

"Hm. Good."

Season 5: Roleplay + Cockwarming

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Season 6: Pussy eating + Feelings cemented

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

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

Which is crazy!

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

... Ah well???

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

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

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

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

"Marcus... " I call, quietly.

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

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

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

"Well, I'm gonna try!"

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

y/n, tending to Marcus’s infected leg : How would you rate your pain?

Marcus : Zero stars would NOT recommend

[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.

[lolawassad]

ahhh thank you so much!! could i please request a marcus smut with a younger, slightly chubby reader? like the plot is that they’re sneaking around the store and trying not to let people know, but someone sees them. maybe with a breeding kink as well? thank you so so much, your writing is immaculate and i love it so much! 😫😫

Honk yeah! Reader is 19, marcus his actor is 51?!? But lets just pretend marcus is 23. Reader is chubby and 5'7, marcus is 6'2

ALSO THANK YOUU:) was kinda tempted to like write the person catching them to join in, but if you want a part two with that happening please feel free to request. Also is kinda short im sorry!

MINORS DNI smut daddy kink ;) some angst for jonah

Marcus white x reader

3rd pov

You sneakily look over at marcus who was already staring at you before he nods his head to the warehouse that he probably cleared out

You turn to cheyenne who smiles, shes the only one who knows about you and marcus "go on ill cover" she says

You walk past garrett who smiles at you "hey pretty where you going?" He asks "oh gotta check something in the warehouse" you lie with a smile

Garrett just smirks, having figured it out already, he makes eyecontact with cheyenne and they both smile happy for their friend

Before you enter the warehouse jonah walks up to you "hey y/n" he says with a smile and a hand to the back of his neck "i was wondering if" he starts but marcus cuts him off

"Oh hey y/n you uh here for that skin stuff?" He asks "oh hey jonah man didnt see you" he says punching his shoulder

"Oh i was actually just gonna ask y/n something" jonah says looking between you two "i was wondering if you wanted to maybe get some drinks with me? Maybe?" Jonah stutters out

"bro you didnt know?" Marcus asks jonah "y/n totally has like a scary giant boyfriend, beat up a guy once for looking at her" he says

Jonah's head snaps to me his eyes filled with concern "that doesnt sound healthy y/n do you need help getting out of it?" He asks but you shake your head "no, marcus is being dramatic, he just told the guy off" you say with a glare to your boyfriend

"Oh okay! Thank god, because i would worry if you where dating someone who was so possesive" jonah says before pointing to garrett "garrett needs me so im gonna" and runs off

Marcus pulls you into the warehouse, his hands wrap around your waist and he pushes you against a table "god do i wanna punch that guy" he says before lifting you up so your on top of the table, him between your legs

"Im gonna fucking take you right here, i dont care who sees or who hears, you are mine. Might just have to fuck a baby into you so everyone knows you belong to me" marcus says while leaving wet kisses on your throat

His hands go under your skirt and pull off the shorts you have on under, he slides your panties to the side and taking out the vibrator he put in your cunt this morning, to tease you during work

He quickly pulls down his overalls and pulls his cock out, he slides it into you making you moan "god daddy" he stops

"D-daddy?" He sputters out, you blush and look away "im sorry it just came out" you say and go to get away but he lifts you up with ease, his hands digging into your soft waist, your legs wrapping around his waist

"You want daddy to fuck you huh? You want daddy to fuck a baby into you?" He asks while bouncing you in his arms

You mewl "yes please, i wanna make you a dad, daddy" you confess making him growl, he lays you back down on the table and rips your tanktop down revealing your tits to him, he starts pounding into you, his hand wraps around your throat and his other hand goes to your clit

"Y/n? Marcus?" A shocked voice asks "what the hell?"

[a1most-perfec7]

Something More | Marcus White x Reader

[FWB to lovers. I wrote a few months back and just forgot about it I guess.]

It was like any other day working at Cloud9; Aimee fulfilling her managerial role, Dina stalking and stammering the progress of other workers, and Cheyenne and Mateo gossiping at the centre of the store. You moved from the break room, ready to begin your first shift of the day when you spot Marcus distracting Glenn across the way. You smile a lopsided grin at the sight of him; a just under six foot tall dummy of a man. Your dummy.

The "on again off again" rendezvous you had with Marcus was a little confusing. A part of you loved sneaking around the workplace, meeting up in one of the cozy corners of the warehouse for a heavy petting make out session. Oftentimes ending with a little fooling around. It was exciting, the adrenaline running through your veins at the mere idea of being exposed in such compromising positions with Marcus.

With Marcus, ugh. It pained you to admit it, but the other part of you wanted clear waters with your relationship with Marcus. What exactly were the two of you? Friends with benefits? Cuddle buddies? Were you on the verge of potential ground for labels like, boyfriend and girlfriend?

Whatever it was, you found yourself going from confused about the ordeal to wanting solid ground about where Marcus and yourself stood together. In short, you could say you were crushing on Marcus. He wasn’t a knight in shining armour, honestly he was far from it. But he was just right to you; attentive just enough, cute but in an unexceptional way that made him appear handsome, in some sort. Tall enough and kind enough, with original quirks that made him his own person, an incredible reminder that he was far from perfect, but... he was perfect to you.

And so you stood with a dreamy daze in your eyes and a goofy grin slapped on your face while sighing to yourself quietly. "Hey Y/N, I was wondering if you could help me move these toilet rolls to aisle 5?" Sandra bursts your thoughts as she hauls behind her a stack of white rolls. "Oh, hey Sandra. Sure thing." You take the top row off and follow Sandra to the fifth aisle. It's a mundane journey, you're not particularly close with Sandra, but you're far less dismissive of the woman than a majority of the Cloud9 employees.

"And so, my mom's friend's cousin, that I bumped into at the gas station-" Her ever increasing tangent is interrupted by Aimee, who seemed tense as all Hell while bickering with Jonah, who marches towards you with authority. "Hey Y/N, I need you to run some numbers on a late shipment in the warehouse."

At the mere mention of the word warehouse, Marcus is prompt to return himself to your field of vision, appearing behind Aimee, almost towering over her.

"Warehouse?" You furrow your brows. "Shouldn't that be reserved for someone like Marcus?" You gesture and Aimee whips her head behind. Her eyes lock onto her checklist. "Ah, yes, both you and Marcus, please run some numbers on the late shipment, thank you." She hands you a list from the bottom before she marches off. Your thoughts on her current attitude are cut short when Marcus makes himself visible with a wide grin as he cheekily wiggles his eyebrows. "Come on, warehouse buddy.”

"Warehouse buddies?" You question, walking alongside him to the double doors. "I just- I just thought it had a nice ring to it." He scratches the back of his neck, sputtering his words simultaneously. You grin at him. "We could definitely brainstorm on that." You tease, giggling with him, semi serious about the idea.

---timeskip---

"You know, when we started taking notes on the first few boxes, I didn't actually think we were going to do the whole lot of them." Marcus complains, setting the last load of boxes as you run your pen across the page, marking it off.

"Oh, and I suppose you thought we were here for other things?" You tease, pulling on your shirt collar to allow air to cool you down. It sure had been tiring watching Marcus move heavy boxes from A to B.

"Well, you know?" He shrugs, checking the coast is clear as he slyly slinks his way towards you, hands coming to your hips before pulling you towards him. "The usual things we do here." He whispers, coming close to your lips as he ducks his head down to meet yours. "And what kind of other things did you have in mind Marcus?" He only responds by connecting his lips to yours, the motion momentarily taking you by surprise before you reply all the same.

The two of you stumble backwards before you bump into a collection of boxes. Marcus takes initiative, hoisting you up and placing you on top. With your hands slipping around his neck, your fingers begin threading through his hair. Marcus’ hands trail along your body, fidgeting with the hem of your work shirt before bunching it upwards and slipping his hands beneath, fingertips spreading along your skin. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Soon enough, a familiar feeling arises, goosebumps trailing your skin as Marcus works on starting a fire in you, lips latching to your neck. You sigh at the contact, feeling yourself give into the feeling. And you think you will carry on with this bliss.

But your mind is intrusive and an outright buzzkill, poking at your insecurity about the situation. Try as you might, your mind wins and you push Marcus away.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this right now." You frown, releasing a frustrated sigh to yourself while casting your gaze to the floor before sliding off your makeshift seat. "What's the matter? Did I- Did I do something wrong?" His face filled with concern. You move past him with your hands tangled in one another. "I've just got a lot on my mind, Marcus. I'm sorry." You pick up the checklist, hiding behind the corkboard to wipe a stray tear. You think you’re hidden, but Marcus is a lot more attentive than most give him credit for. “Hey, if- if you just wanna talk or, like, need someone there or something-” You cut him short, snapping impatiently.

“What are you doing, Marcus?” He stutters. “What- what am I doing?” “Yes, what are you doing? Because… I just wanna know where we stand with each other? Where I stand with you?” You curse yourself, mentally annoyed with your emotions bursting to the surface so quickly. Why couldn’t you just enjoy the moment?

“Wait, I’m confused. What do you mean, “where do you stand?” You sigh, arms crossing in front of your chest as your brows furrow. “I just- we fool around in the warehouse, hook up even. And then, you want to talk about feelings! How am I supposed to tell you about my feelings, when my feelings are about you, Marcus?!” His signature dumbfounded expression doesn’t arrive when you expect it to. Instead, he’s much more of the same; concerned and empathetic.

“Y/N, are you saying you have feelings for me? Like, you like me?” “Yes, Marcus.” You wince, feeling desperately vulnerable having to admit it aloud. Everything’s falling into shambles just because of your feelings. “Yes, Marcus, I like you. And, I- I tried to ignore my feelings and to just go with the flow of things, but… I... I just loved being around you, and I thought you were the cutest and-” You suddenly halt your rambling, did you really say that out loud?! “I’m sorry.” You hiccup, sheltering your face, now conscious of your streaming tears. You hold yourself before Marcus steps forward, clearing his throat with his hands in his pockets.

“You know, I always thought you were the cutest in the store.” He chuckles nervously. “And I’ve always liked you, Y/N. I seriously wouldn’t have something like this going on with you if I didn’t.” 

He’s closer than before when you look at him, his hands shaking as he fists them outside of his pockets. “Really?” You sniffle. “Really, really.” He pushes a stray lock behind your ear. “You know, if I’m really honest, I kind of thought you and me, like, going out or something, but I don’t know, I just thought you wouldn’t be into that kind of thing.”

A beat passes. You’ve suddenly become very conscious of the heat in your face. Embarrassed you may be, knowing what Marcus feels offers a lot more clarity than you first thought. You take a deep breath. “Well then, what does that make us, Marcus?” He shrugs sheepishly. “I’ve always thought we could be boyfriend and girlfriend, ya know?” And finally, a small grin breaks across your mouth, nodding before you come to take a step closer, taking his face in your hands before bringing his lips to meet yours. As soon as he reciprocates, you pull away too soon. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.” You try to play it cool but ultimately fail, a big and bright smile bursting across your features. Now it’s his turn to hold your face, his calloused thumbs brushing and soothing your tear streaked face as he smiles his signature goofy grin. “Wow, this is.. so cool! Yes! I am so happy right now!” He plants his lips on yours once again.

[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

[imaginesbymk]

IMAGINE — THE CLOUD 9 EMPLOYEES FINDING OUT YOU AND MARCUS ARE SECRETLY DATING AFTER DINA PLAYS SECURITY FOOTAGE.

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

“THIS IS the tenth one I saw digging through a half-eaten bag of beetroot.” Dina was too eager to get the meeting over with and prove whatever point she was trying to make, which of course was the raccoon infestation in the store. Instead of seeing a raccoon feasting on produce, the surveillance footage showed something completely different — something shocking.

Everyone in the room shared elicited gasps and whispers when the screen showed you and Marcus in the far corner of the warehouse, where the two of you assumed the cameras couldn’t reach there. He had you pressed against the shelves of freight he made his warehouse handlers stack neatly, just for it to shake back and forth as the two of you were… working.

“Ladies, take notes! Am I right?” Justine laughs, receiving no praise or responded laughs from anyone.

Feeling the dread Amy and Jonah must have felt when it happened to them, you could only wish you disappeared at this very moment. Even as you were frozen in your seat, you could feel Marcus staring at the back of your head. You finally turned to look at him who stood at the back of the room, where he often leans against the lockers during meetings. You’ve never seen his face turn so pale.

“Marcus and y/n?!” Mateo gasps. “Oh your poor thing, you need to start loving yourself.”

“You watch way too much porn, dude,” Garrett says to Marcus so casually, taking a sip of his drink.