#superstore marcus white smut

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

PLEASE GIVE ME SOME SWEET MARCUS SMUT. I’m about to start writing my own content because there is not enough 🥲🥲

Y'all, I wrote this LAST MAY as a part 2 to a request (that my fave Lola sent in love you bae) that I never posted cause I was worried it would be the worst thing ever written. It's not half bad, I think.

Gonna Tag the SOTS taglist in this cause I think some of you guys would like that.... might even include some in the upcoming parts of SOTS I have planned.... I can weasel it in I'm sure....

Please give me some honest feedback cause I have no clue if this is actually good or if May me was delusional. Anyways.....

Sweetness: SMUT PURE SMUT apart from the cute date vibe at the beginning. I hope you enjoy!!

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Brushing the fallen strands of hair out of your eyes, you looked yourself up and down in the mirror once more, making sure you looked good for your date with Marcus tonight. Though you didn't particularly mind what the outcome of your time tonight was, you still wanted to impress the man who had asked you out.

Smiling at your reflection, you smoothed out the fabric of your dress, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and picking up your phone which then buzzed in your hand.

Marcus <3 | I'm outside! Can't wait to see you ;)

A blush covered your cheeks, taking a second to breathe, you slipped your phone into your bag before quickly walking out of the front door. Marcus was leant against the side of his car, a single pink carnation held loosely between his fingers, which he rolled back and forth between his forefinger and his thumb. Looking up from where he had been staring intently at the floor his eyes met yours, his mouth dropping open slightly as he took in the sight before him.

"You look beautiful." Marcus complimented, though his words came only barely above a whisper due to the awe he was captured in. He suddenly scrambled to stand up straight, taking a step closer to you and offering you the flower he had brought with him, before running around to the other side of his car and opening the door for you. "M'lady."

You let out a quiet laugh, a hand coming up to cover the smile that was covering your face at his very serious use of the formality. Holding the flower delicately, as though not to damage it, you walked around the side of his car, placing a gentle hand against his chest as you now stood right in front of him. "Thank you my lord."

Climbing into Marcus's car, you watched as he ran around to the drivers side, hopping inside quickly, his excitement making him appear as though he was visibly vibrating inside the vehicle. With a final glance shared, you noticed Marcus had forgotten to plug in his seatbelt, so you leant across him, grabbing it and gently placing inside the socket.

"There you go, nice and safe." You sheepishly smiled at him briefly, shifting back into you seat and looking out of the window, excited for what the night ahead of you may hold, especially when Marcus had already been so sweet to you and the night had barely begun.

However, at the lack of movement, you turned back to look at Marcus, who was looking down at his lap, a bright red flush covering his face. Twisting to face him better, you reached out and placed your hand on top of his that rested on the gear stick, unmoving and holding it tightly in his grasp.

"Marcus? Everything, um, is everything okay?" Marcus remained silent, his face still flushed pink as you spoke to him - him bewildered at how kind, caring, sweet and innocent you could be after what you had just done to him.

Marcus already thought you were beautiful, and he'd expressed that to you plenty of times before, however, seeing you leaning across him to do something as naively sweet as putting in his seatbelt for him had him thinking of you in another light. Or position, rather. Craning his head to look at you, he met your eyes, full of concern for the man before you and unknowing yet of what you'd done to him.

"When you, uh, when - you know." Marcus stumbled over his words, finding it hard to phrase what had happened and why he hadn't set off you - wanting to ' calm down,' per say, before he took you out to dinner. He had wanted to make this a sweet, cutesy first date - like one straight out of a movie - though his body seemed to have other plans.

"When you leaned over, you um, oh my god this is awkward. When you put my seatbelt in you accidentally, um, you, well you see-"

"Oh." The realisation of what had happened hit you like a ton of bricks, quickly glancing down to confirm your suspicions, you were met with the outline of Marcus's bulge pressing against his dark denim jeans, the fabric now tight and stretched.

"I'm so sorry." Marcus began, readily apologising for the incident which you had caused. "So, we'll have to wait before we can, y'know - or you can just leave if I'm making you uncomfortable."

"No, I - I mean, well, I was looking forward to this. I don't want to go home just yet." You admitted, far too excited about finally going out with Marcus after all this time you'd spent pining over him - you'd be more then happy if this date were to take a change in direction.

"Shit. I better fix this fast then. Dinner reservation is for 8." Marcus admitted, the two of you quickly glancing at the clock inside of his car, finding the time to already be 7:28, just under half an hour till you needed to be there.

"Naked Grandma, Naked Grandma, Naked Grandma..." Marcus muttered to himself, his eyes shut tightly and his hands clamped shut tightly into fists.

"Umm, Marcus? What are you doing?"

"Trying to make it go away." Marcus sheepishly revealed, not realising he had been muttering the mantra to himself out loud and not just in his head. With a defeated sigh, he slumped back in his seat, his hand coming up and brushing his hair back, his hands gripping onto the strands in frustration. "That usually works."

"Well, um, you know." You started, nervously unbuckling your seatbelt and shifting slightly in your seat, trying to bring some kind of friction to the burning from in-between your thighs. "I can think of something else that could help?"

"Really? That would be great! Usually that grandma thing works so I don't know why-" Marcus was suddenly silent, his words caught in his throat as you had climbed out of your seat and into his lap, one leg resting either side of his thighs.

"If that's okay?" You hesitantly asked, making sure what you were suggesting was what Marcus wanted, that you weren't reading too much into things and getting ahead of yourself.

"...yeah, uh, yeah. I think - that would be, yeah, awesome." Marcus whispered out, in awe at how quickly you had closed the distance between the two of you and climbed on top of him as thought it was the most natural thing in the world; as though it was something you had done a million times before.

Without needing to hear anything more, you crashed your lips against his, Marcus's hand moved up to caress your cheek, his other hand snaking around to rest on your lower back, pulling you even more into him and getting you to grind against him in the process. Moving one hand up to his hair, you placed the other on the collar of his shirt, keeping him close to you. You never imagined Marcus to be such a smooth kisser - you imagined him to be awkward and unsure, not knowing where to put his hands or how to actually kiss. However, he was the complete opposite from that: confident and smooth, pulling you into him so he could drink up as much of you as possible.

Finally breaking away from each other, your chests heaved, feeling the others fall and rise due to the close proximity in which you had remained. Staring up at Marcus you admired his pink, swollen lips, how a deep flush had covered his face and his hair was fluffed up and tousled. The distance didn't last long though as Marcus pulled you back into him, pressing his lips to your once more and pulling you flush against him again, in doing so grinding your heat against his raging erection, eliciting a gasp from your lips.

Swallowing the angelic noise, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring the warmth that came out with such sweet words and such heavenly noises. You rocked yourself against him again, allowing one hand to move down to your ass and squeeze it gently, relishing in the feeling of his rough hands squeezing the now exposed flesh.

"F-fuck marcus..." You moaned out, breaking your passionate kiss to utter the gorgeous man before yous name, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you far more then you had ever thought you would.

Marcus gazed up at you still in both awe and lust, confused as to how someone so beautiful could be moaning his name, the words he craved so desperately to hear from someone who he'd assumed would never give him the time of day. Pulling you flat down onto his lap, you both let out lustful groans, hardly containing yourself at the new, full forced, contact with each other.

Rutting your hips lightly you watched as Marcus's head rolled back a loud moan coming from him at the pressure you pressed against him when you moved. Taking his face in your hands, you pulled his head up to look at you again, grinding down on him once more, this time his hands aiding your movement.

"Touch me..." You whispered out, though the words seemed loud in the space the was shared between the two of you. "...please."

Marcus didn't need to be told twice.

He slowly began to move his hand, trailing the tip of his finger along the slide of you, moving it antagoniseingly slow down from your waist, over the curve of your hip and down your thigh. Roughly pulling your lips to his, he began to trail his fingers over your thighs as he kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his fingers finally breached underneath your dress - it having hitched up more and more the longer you sat there.

Marcus brushed his fingers gently along the fabric of your underwear, running them up and down its length, you biting his lip hard in response. At his gasp of pain, you took the opportunity to pull back, bringing his lip with you as you did, and then letting go, allowing it to snap back against his teeth. Leaning forward you placed a delicate, featherlight kiss against his lips, soothing over the place you'd just bit with the featherlight touch.

"Can I?" Marcus asked, his words breathy and quick, his chest heaving against yours. Nodding gently, he hooked a finger around the base of your underwear, gently pushing it to the side instead of trying to pull them off like you would've thought he would do. However, the question of why on the tip of your tongue never came, his finger running lightly along the slit, the fleeting touch sending shivers down your spine. Marcus moved his free hand to your lips, pulling them apart with his thumb as he ran his finger over the slit once again, this time with a little more pressure, drawing out an obscene moan from your open, swollen lips.

"Fuck..." Marcus shuddered at the wetness that had pooled around his fingers as he barely dipped them into the delight you were allowing him to explore. Marcus ran his fingers up and down, still avoiding the part of you which needed him the most, pooling up the slick and then removing his hand all together. Whining at the loss, you rutted your hips against him, wanting to feel his fingers on you once again. Marcus slowly brought his fingers into sight, opening his mouth slightly and placing them inside -  you could only imagine his tongue swirling around them, between them, sucking them clean of you until he pulled them out with a pop.

"Fuck... you taste so good y/n."

Mouth open, you continued to stare at the Man before you, sure you were growing wetter by the second: his chest was still rising and falling at a rapid pace, his hair was tousled and messy and his lips were red and swollen, the shy demeanour he had had just minutes ago completely gone and replaced with a lustful, wanting gaze.

Marcus quickly moved his hand back under your dress, though most of it now rested on your hips, and made sure your underwear was still pushed to the side before dipping his fingers back into your dripping heat, running them along your opening. Collecting the warmth he ran his fingers up the slit, stopping shortly before the place you wanted him to touch most.

Fuck, you wished he'd just fuck you already.

After only a second of waiting, he pulled his fingers up to rest against your clit, rubbing slow and sensual circles against it, the wetness allowing his fingers to move around with ease.

"Marcus..." You whined loudly, your head falling into the crook of his neck, muffling your moans by sucking harshly against the soft skin there. Sucking harshly at where his neck met his shoulder, Marcus let out a loud grunt, rutting his hips up into you.

Marcus rubbed circles into the sensitive flesh, one hand on your waist, guiding you against his hand, making it so you were trying to get yourself off against his fingers; the other wrapped itself into you hair, pulling it sharply and pulling you away from him with a sensual moan. Leaning forward, he took his turn to abuse your neck,  sucking at the soft flesh, your head tilted back so he could access it all he wanted too.

Suddenly, the movement against your clit stopped, his fingers trailing down and dipping into your opening, gently probing the outside before slipping in, his fingers curling carefully as you bottomed out against his digits. Gently he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, as he let you get adjusted to the burning feeling of his fingers inside of you. Slowly but surely he began to pick up the pace, bringing his free hand out of your hair and down under your dress, resting it against your clit before beginning to move it in slow rhythmic circles as he continued to pump in and out of you.

"Marcus..." You let out an almost pornographic moan, resting your forehead against his as he tired to bring you to your high with his fingers; his plan clearly working as you remained a moaning mess on top of him. Slowly you began to move your hips in sync with his hands, riding his fingers and letting the tension build within you.

Feeling the cord within you getting tighter, you breathed out a groan, already so close to finishing and enjoying ever single moment of it.

"Marcus, I'm-" Your words were cut off with a needy whine, Marcus suddenly detaching himself from you at your words. As you opened your mouth to protest, you were silenced, his slick-covered fingers making their way between your lips - without hesitation, you began to suck them clean, twirling and swirling your tongue around them with haste, revelling in how Marcus let out low groans and moans beneath you by your actions.

Marcus moved his other hand, undoing the buttons of his jeans and slowly trying to shuffle them down, shaking gently from side to side as he shuffled them down his legs. Pulling away from his fingers with a pop, you threaded one hand into his hair, allowing the other to trail down his chest. "Why'd you stop?"

"It's more fun this way." Marcus teased, his hands coming to rest once more against your waist as you moved your own down to his throbbing dick, snapping the elastic of his boxers against him as you grazed your fingers over his erection. Pulling his boxers down slowly his cock sprung upright against his stomach, excited, red and leaking with precum.

"So pretty..." You murmured, grabbing a hold of him by the base and gently pumping up and down, running your thumb along the slit as your hand came to the top of his shaft.

"Stop fucking around." Marcus commanded, his grip on you increasing slightly as he placed a contrastingly gentle kiss against your lips. "I want to be inside of you. One way or another."

Flushing red at his words, you stood up on your knees, shuffling closer and closer to Marcus until you felt as though you were one and the same; skin completely connected to skin. Grabbing his warm member, you rubbed it against your heat, allowing the swelling tip to brush lightly against the wetness - teasing what it shortly awaited. Rubbing it up and down you allowed it to collect the wetness, circling it around your clit before bring it back down to your opening, slowly sinking down onto his length until he was completely inside of you.

"Fuckk..." The both of you moaned into each other, gasping for air as the new sensation had stolen it all from your lungs. Dropping your head into Marcus neck once more, you let out short, much needed breaths, though you time to recover was cut short as Marcus carefully wrapped a hand around your throat, pulling your face back into his sight and squeezing gently.

"You ready?" He asked, still caring about how you felt and how you were doing above anything else - even when he was buried deep inside of you, waiting, begging for more.

Without a word, you lifted yourself up, sliding up and then back down his throbbing cock, moaning in the ecstasy it made you feel. Marcus grabbed onto your hips tightly, both hands now guiding you up and down his length in a repetitive motion, the two of you moaning messes because of the other. Bouncing up and down his cock, you started to feel the tension build inside of you again, coming back strongly with the sudden desperation to finish what you had been so close to achieving before.

Wanting - needing - to reach that climax desperately, you began to roll your hips harder into Marcus, moving in small circles as you rode him.

"Oh... y/n..." Marcus whined into your ear, his grip on your hips tightening as he bounced you up and down and round quicker then he had been before, both of you in a race to reach your completion on the high that was each other.

"I think I'm-"

"Me too."

Slipping a hand down between you, Marcus began to rub once again against your clit, edging you closer and closer towards your climax with each circle he span against it. Rutting down into his hand, you chased your climax, grinding harder and harder into him as you did, the two of you almost breathless and shaking as you got closer to your goals.

Suddenly, the cord inside of you snapped, a loud, aching moan coming from you as you rode out your orgasm on top of Marcus, clenching around him tightly and bringing him to completion with you as you continued to rut against him, desperate to ride out that feeling for as long as you could. Marcus spilled inside of you,  his hips continuing to push up into your wet heat as he came, filling you up to the brim with his seed, him becoming a moaning, groaning mess beneath you once again as he sheaved himself inside of you with a final stutter of his hips.

"Fuck..." You grunted, slouching against Marcus as you were suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion; completely and utterly spent from your little venture with Marcus.

"...that was..." Marcus began, his hand rubbing soothing circles against your back as you came down from your highs together.

"...incredible." You concluded, wincing as you shuffled forwards and Marcus member rubbed against the sensitive spot inside of you - his cock still semi-hard as he hadn't yet pulled out of you.

"Well, don't sound too excited." Marcus teased, reclining the passenger seat next to you, the head of the chair slotting carefully against the base of the backseat. "I'm not done with you just yet."

Marcus gently lifted you off of him, taking the opportunity to move you to the back seat as he held your shaking form in his arms - you deserved to rest and relax after the show you had just put on, and he knew just the way to help you. Placing you against the seats, he moved down to rest against the reclined chair, his arms coming up to grab your thighs and pull you closer to him by them.

"Marcus what are you-" You words were cut short as you let out an obscene moan, your Thighs already shaking around Marcus as he attached his lips to your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves at a rapid pace - determined to get you to orgasm a second time before you'd fully finished riding out the high of your first.

"Fuck!" You whined at the feeling, tangling a hand in his already tousled hair, and pulling his face flush against you, wanting to feel as much of him as you could against you. Pulling his head by his hair, you ground against his face, your eyes rolling backwards as he continued to lick and suck at your throbbing clit, each kitten lick bringing you closer and closer to the edge once again.

Suddenly, his fingers appeared at your entrance, teasing it gently as he dipped into the cum filled heat. Scoping up some that had started to come out of you, he pushed it back in, plunging his fingers into the almost sore wetness with a desperation to keep you filled as he made you come again.

Letting out a pornographic moan, you arched your back away from the seat, pushing your clit closer to Marcus face in the process, which he took as an opportunity to press the flat of him tongue against the sensitive nerve. Tightening you grip on his hair, you pulled him impossibly closer to you, riding his tongue, chasing your completion as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

As his fingers curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot, you came, clenching tightly around his fingers and rocking against his face as you near screamed his name inside the fogged-up vehicle. Trembling against him, you let him leave few kitten licks against your spent clit, whining as he did and whining even louder as he pulled his fingers out of you before pushing them back in one last time in an effort to keep as much of him inside of you as possible.

Sitting up, you lolled you head back against the headrest, Marcus crawling across to sit beside you, his hand taking your own and squeezing it gently.

"You think it's too late for dinner?' You asked, looking dazedly at the time which now read 8:45pm. "Or do you think they'll still let us in?"

Marcus let out a weak laugh, his head rolling onto his shoulder so he could look at you. "I think we'll have to skip this time. Though next time I will take you on a proper date. Dinner and everything. Promise."

"What makes you think there's a next time?" You teased, knowing full well now that you'd had this man in his entirety, you weren't ever going to let him go.

"That's me asking." He responded, letting out a low laugh as he began to rub his thumb over you knuckles. "All you've got to say is yes."

oh, there was definitely going to be a second date alright, and plenty more after that.

[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 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

[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.

[noellawrites]

All Sales Final - Marcus White x reader

warning: this one-shot contains spoilers for the series finale of Superstore so PLEASE read at your own discretion!! also there is a graphic uhh male genital description but no smut. also marcus is my himbo loml and he deserves happiness and love 🥰❤️✨

Three months after the permanent closing of the Ozark Highlands Cloud 9 Store, you finally stopped grieving.

You had lost your job as a cashier along with many others, but still had a bit of savings to support yourself.

You and Marcus, your boyfriend at the time, decided to move in together. Dina had offered him a job at what would now be the Zephra Fulfillment Center, and sharing an apartment seemed like the smartest thing to do.

Glenn was holding another Cloud 9 reunion barbecue this weekend, and you and Marcus were very excited to break some special news to the group of people that have become your family.

-

Marcus, you look so handsome!” you exclaimed, reaching up to adjust your boyfriend’s collar.

“And you look beautiful as always,” Marcus grinned back, planting a kiss on the top of your head.

It wasn’t often that you saw him dressed up. After all, he spent most of his days in his new Zephra uniform, then he came home and changed into boxers and a t-shirt.

You grabbed the green bean casserole you had made for the barbecue off of the drying rack and carried it to Marcus’ car.

-

“Glenn, I love the new grill!” you exclaimed.

“Thanks! It’s a Grill Master 6000!” Glenn explained, as you hugged both him and Jerusha.

Amy and Jonah waved you over to their table, and you were excited to see their family again.

“Emma! Congrats on Northwestern, that’s so exciting! Are you going to miss your mom and brother?”

“No,” she laughed, as you hugged her, Amy and Jonah and waved hello to Parker.

Amy gave you a concerned look when she pulled away from your hug.

“Is that what I think it is?” Amy hissed.

“I’ll explain, just follow me,” you whispered.

You led Amy through Glenn’s house and into the bathroom, where you could have a sliver of privacy.

“You’re pregnant?” Amy gasped.

“I’m three months along, I’m trying to hide it but I guess i’m not doing a very good job.”

“No, I wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t hugged you and felt a solid bump on your midsection,” Amy laughed.

“We wanted to break the news today, but I’m just so nervous. I don’t even have a job, and Marcus is trying to support us both with his Zephra job,” you sighed.

“You’re in school, that’s important. As long as you’re doing everything you can for that baby, you’re doing a good job,” Amy reassured.

“Thanks, Amy. I could really use the support of the Cloud 9 girls right now,” you laughed, and Amy hugged you again.

“We’ll always be here, even if Cloud 9 isn’t.”

-

When you and Amy returned to the party, you spotted Marcus unloading some beer over by Mateo and Eric.

Marcus caught your eye and you subtly waved him over. Before he knew what you were doing, you stood up on the porch.

“Hey everyone, can I have your attention? Marcus and I have an announcement to make,” you yelled.

You pulled Marcus onto the porch with you, and he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Marcus and I are having a baby!” you exclaimed. There were some happy gasps, shouts and some clapping.

You were too busy smiling to realize that your boyfriend had dropped to one knee beside you.

“Marcus, I—“

“Shh. (Y/n), I don’t know how you still put up with me, but you are the best friend I’ve ever had. You always supported me and I have loved you for as long as I can remember. Do you wanna get married?” he grinned, looking up at you.

“Yes of course, you big idiot!” you exclaimed, as Marcus slid the ring onto your finger, kissed you, then picked you up and spun you around.

You were getting married to your best friend, the love of your life.

-

“Is it too intrusive if I asked... how did this happen?” Jonah asked.

“Jonah,” Emma groaned.

“His ball sack burst when he was nine, I was just curious how he magically produced sperm,” Jonah hurriedly explained.

“Sperm? Can I have some?” Justine laughed as she nursed her third? fourth? cocktail.

“Eww,” Marcus groaned.

“Justine,” you scolded.

“Anyway, I thought I was sterile, but apparently one testicle grew back and started producting sperm. I went to see another doc and he said it’s my body trying to repair itself,” Marcus explained.

“And I wasn’t on birth control either, because I thought Marcus was sterile, too,” you added.

“And then this little one surprised us,” Marcus gently rested a hand on your small bump affectionately.

“(Y/n), Marcus, congrats guys!” Garrett said from behind you. You and Marcus turned around to face both Dina and Garrett, looking very affectionate with each other.

“Yeah, (Y/n), I can’t believe you hopped on that pony,” Dina remarked, causing Garrett to roll his eyes.

“A-am I the pony in this scenario?” Marcus said, no doubt embarrassingly remembering his and Dina’s few hookups.

“Congrats on the little Cloud 9 offspring! You probably conceived it on the last day, right?” Dina said, ignoring Marcus’ question.

“What?” you asked, confused.

“On the day the store closed. I knew I heard you two going at it in the warehouse bathroom,” Dina laughed, once again overstepping.

“(Y/n)!!!” Cheyenne screamed from the other corner of the yard.

“Uhm, if you’ll excuse me,” you said, running over to Cheyenne.

“(Y/n)! You and Marcus are going to have such a cute baby! And congrats on the wedding! You’re, like, growing up sooo fast. It feels like yesterday we were sixteen and just got hired!” Cheyenne mused.

“I know! Seven years later and neither of us have a degree,” I laughed, and Bo, Mateo and Eric joined in.

“Do you guys want a boy or a girl?” Mateo asked.

“I’m fine with either, as long as the baby’s healthy!”

“Marcus is going to be, like, a great dad. I can already feel it,” Cheyenne said.

“Is Marcus going to take your breast milk?” Isaac asked. Where he’d come from, you had no idea.

“What?”

“Your breast milk. When you have the baby. Is he going to make boob cheese?”

Cheyenne, Bo, Mateo and Eric all made varying noises of disgust at Isaac’s question.

“He gave up the boob cheese dream a long time ago,” you explained.

All of a sudden, a burst of nausea hit you, causing you to run off towards the bathroom once again.

Marcus, still talking with Dina and Garrett, watched you run off and trailed behind you.

You looked into the mirror and started to think. Sure, you could both end up being good parents, but were you ready for a commitment like this?

“What’s wrong?” Marcus asked.

You started crying, “I’m just scared.”

“I think I know what will make you feel better,” Marcus grinned.

“What?” you hiccuped, wiping tears away from your eyes.

“Round two in the Zephra warehouse bathroom,” Marcus laughed, tickling your sides and coaxing a giggle out of you.

You were right where you needed to be.

[captainooftheship]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Superstore (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marcus/Jonah, Jonah/Marcus, Jonah Simms/Marcus White, Marcus White/ Jonah Simms Characters: Marcus White, Jonah Simms, Amy Dubanowski, Mateo Fernando Aquino Liwanag, Cheyenne Lee, Glenn Sturgis, Garrett McNeill, Dina Fox, Eric Sosa Additional Tags: Smut, Gay, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Sex, Miscommunication, Friends With Benefits, Roommates, Alternate Universe, AU, Ass to Mouth, Post-Coital Cuddling, Making Out, ass eating Summary:

(Retelling of S6 E7) Jonah gets a fuck buddy, but what happens when they're not on the same page?

[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

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Characters I Write For

Please message me with any ideas/requests! I need ideas(short fics or series)

Mostly write for fem!readers. I can write fluff, angst, smut, etc. If I’m not comfortable with something I can let you know

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Favorite Characters/Actors To Write For

Draco Malfoy, Weasley twins

Jesse Pinkman

Paul Dano characters

Josh Hutcherson characters

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Damon Salvatore, Silas, Klaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson

Rodrick Heffley

Bellamy Blake

Ezra Fitz(should probably make it clear I don’t condone)

Ian Duncan(Community)

Charlie(It’s Always Sunny)

Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase

Finnick Odair

Tommy Shelby

Killian Hook

Paul Dano

Klitz(The Girl Next Door)

Dwayne Hoover(Little Miss Sunshine)

Edward Nashton(The Batman)

Calvin Weir-Fields(Ruby Sparks)

Brian Wilcox(Fast Food Nation)

Joby Taylor(For Ellen)

Nick Flynn(Being Flynn)

Josh Hutcherson

Peeta Mellark(The Hunger Games)

Mike Schmidt(FNAF)

Josh Futturman(Future Man)

Devon Bostick

Rodrick Heffley(Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jasper Jordan(The 100)

Cillian Murphy

Tommy Shelby(Peaky Blinders)

Dr. Jonathan Crane(The Dark Knight)

Neil(Watching the Detectives)

Christian Bale

Patrick Bateman(American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne(The Dark Knight)

Breaking Bad

Jesse Pinkman

Jane Margolis

Saul Goodman

Harry Potter(Golden Trio Era)

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

Daphne Greengrass

Adrian Pucey

Terence Higgs

Harry Potter(Marauders Era)

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Lily Potter

Severus Snape

Regulus Black

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissa Malfoy

Bellatrix Lestrange

Arthur Weasley

Harry Potter(Fantastic Beasts Era)

Newt Scamander

Queenie Goldstein

Leta Lestrange

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Thalia Grace

Jason Grace

+ Gods

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

JJ

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Cat Adams

Megan Kane

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Mary Winchester

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Rowena McLeod

Adam Milligan

Lucifer

Ruby

Jessica Moore

Gabriel

Benny Lafitte

Bela Talbot

Jo Harvelle

Ellen Harvelle

Superstore

Jonah Simms

Amy Sosa

Marcus White

Garrett McNeill

Dina Fox

Cheyenne Lee

Bo Thompson

Gilmore Girls

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Christopher Hayden

Luke Danes

Logan Huntzberger

Jess Mariano

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Katniss Everdeen

Gale Hawthorn

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

Haymitch Abernathy

Pretty Little Liars

Aria Montgomery

Spencer Hastings

Emily Fields

Hannah Marin

Mona Vanderwaal

Alison Di Laurentis

Jason Di Laurentis

Ezra Fitz

Toby Cavanaugh

Jenna Marshall

Caleb Rivers

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Katherine Pierce

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

The Originals

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

Hayley Marshall

Marcel Gerard

Davina Claire

Twilight

Edward Cullen

Bella Swan

Alice Cullen

Jasper Hale

Rosalie Hale

Emmett Cullen

Victoria

The 100

Bellamy Blake

Octavia Blake

Jasper Jordan

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Frank Gallagher

Mandy Milkovich

Kevin Ball

Veronica Fisher

The Bear

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Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Suicide Squad

Harley Quinn

Rick Flag

Blackguard

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Rumplestiltskin

Robin Hood

Ruby

Hades

Community

Jeff Winger

Abed Nadir

Annie Edison

Troy Barnes

Ian Duncan

It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Dee Reynolds

Mac

Cricket

House MD

Greg House

Robert Chase

James Wilson

Lisa Cuddy

Parks and Recreation

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

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Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

Loki Laufeyson

Peter Parker(Holland, Garfield, Maguire)

Gamora

Peter Quill

Scott Lang

Steven Strange

Jessica Jones

Wade Wilson

DC CW

Oliver Queen

Barry Allen

Felicity Smoak

Laurel Lance

Sara Lance

Malcom Merlyn

John Constantine

Leonard Snart

Ray Palmer

Caitlyn Snow

Julian Albert

Rip Hunter

10 Things I Hate About You

Patrick Verona

Cameron James

New Girl

Jess Day

Nick Miller

Schmidt

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Charlie Kelmeckis(Perks Of Being A Wallflower)

Jesse Eisenberg Characters

Dr. Who(10th Doctor)

Will Probably Add More

[sibsteria]

Phenomenon

Marcus White

Prompts: ‘’Do you regret it?’’, ‘’It’s really not that complicated.’’, ‘’I missed you.’’

Summary: You have found out you have Marcus' miracle baby inside you, trying to keep this secret whilst working with self-involved co-workers is unbelievably hard.

Characters: Marcus White x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, unprotected sex, pregnancy, cursing, we stan Garrett

a/n: please notify spelling mistakes, proof reading is not my strong suit. Request for @flowercrowns-goodvibes

Preparing to turn over this pregnancy test is the most tense I've felt in a while. What if it's positive? How would Marcus react? What if it's negative, if it is what's wrong with me? I've been receiving sign of pregnancy from my body but I was sure Marcus was infertile. Oh, God.

Taking a deep breath, I reach for the small white object.

( I I )

Pregnant.

How am I going to tell him?

What if he thinks I've cheated?

I hear the door click and panic, he said he'd be coming round my apartment tonight, I didn't know he'd be this early!

I stash the test in the back of the toilet bowl, somewhere he'd never think to look.

''Hey, babe! I have come bringing gifts!'' He bellowed, I race out the bathroom and greet him in a hug.

''Gummy worms? You know me well, Mr White.'' I smile at him, fondly.

''Only the best for my girl.'' My heart soars as he calls me his girl, I think back to the secret hiding in my bathroom and my heart drops back into place.

''I love you so much, Marcus.'' I kiss him with haste, pulling him to my couch, I need a normal night with him before I break the news.

''Love you too, Y/n/n.''

The next few days fly by, work is the same, Marcus and I are going strong.

I took a minute to talk to myself in the disabled staff bathroom.

Looking into the mirror, I crumble.

''Oh, god, what am I gonna do?'' I cry, tears falling into my mouth, I lip my lips at the salty taste.

''Uhh, you okay there?'' I look up to see Garrett staring down at me.

''To be honest, I don't know.'' I confess. ''I'm keeping this secret that's gonna blow up in my face if I don't do something about it.''

''I'm not trying to be nosey but, what is it? What's bothering my favourite co-worker?'' He softens when he realises how messy I feel.

''You cannot tell anyone, no one, please?'' He nods. ''I'm pregnant.''

His mouth falls agape, his eyes blink rapidly.

''Wait, what? I thought that weirdo ape could only shoot blanks?'' he questions me.

''We both thought so too, so obviously we never used protection but I never saw this happening.'' I sign, brushing my hand through my hair, terrified.

''You know I'm always here for you, and I know it's his because you're not a cheater. Unless it's like a God baby or something, if so, we probably should tell Glenn you cheated.'' I laugh at his words, classic Garrett.

''I love you, Gare', bestie.'' I pull myself up from the floor.

''Girl, do not call me bestie again or I won't raise this baby with you if Marcus falls through.'' I shrug.

''Sorry, but seriously, you are my lifeline.'' I bend down to hug him, he wraps his arms around me tightly.

''So uh, I'm gonna pee, you should get your ass out of this dirty bathroom, Elias was last on bathroom duty and I know for sure that man don't do his job.'' He pulls a disgusted face at the thought of Cloud9 bathrooms.

''You're right, thank you so much for this.''

He nods and smiles at me before I exit.

I travel back to the floor but before I could reach the front of the store, I'm stopped by a hand.

''Heyyyy, I missed you, today.'' A smile plays on Marcus' lips as he hugs me. We hardly see each other during work as he's always at the back of the warehouse.

''I missed you too, sweets. I'll see you in the break room later, right?'' I shoot at him and he nods back.

''Love you!'' I shout as I walk off and he screams a reply after me.

Later in the breakroom, Cheyanne is going through some critiques, as the current floor manager.

''And Y/N, I know you're trying you're best but I need a little more efficiency on the floor-'' She looks over to Mateo for approval and he nods, pulling up his thumbs.

''Got it, Mateo.'' I laugh.

''Hey, dude, give her a break, it's not her fault she's pregnant.'' I felt my body grow cold as Garrett speaks up. ''Oh, shit.'' He palms his forehead.

''Um.'' I mutter, as the break room roars in volume.

''Y/n, you're pregnant!''

''Y/n.''

''Did Marcus know?''

''Did you cheat?''

''How?!''

Garret clear his throat ''Guys, leave her alone, stop smothering her, I'm sorry Y/n, this is my fault.''

''Y/n...how can this be happening right now?'' The one voice I dreaded to hear sounded from next to me. Marcus.

''I can't explain it-'' I got cut off.

''It's really not that complicated. You guys bang, you make a baby. Simple.'' Dina shrugged.

Marcus shushed her.

''Is it mine?''

My heart breaks.

''Yes, Marcus, of course. I love you, you're the only guy I've had sex with since we got together. I'd never cheat on you.''

''I mean, I want to believe you but this is so confusing. I thought...I thought I couldn't, you know, give that to you.'' He scratches the back of his neck.

''You wanted kids with me?'' My eyes are full of hope,

''Of course I did, I'm in love with you, I want to marry you.'' Everyone gasps, and murmurs fill the sweaty room.

''You do?'' I cry, louder than I wanted.

''Unless you don't, in that case, pshhh I-I never said that.'' He stutters.

‘‘Marcus, I wanna marry you so bad.’‘ I almost tear up for the second time today, but I pull myself together.

‘‘Do you regret it? The baby, I mean.’‘ 

‘‘Absolutely not, I’m glad, this is a chance to have a baby you thought you could never had. I’m so happy that I’m the one you share it with.’‘ I bite my lip and hug him, he launches himself into me, gripping me as if I could slip away.

‘‘Be right back.’‘ He runs into the store.

He returns in a few minutes with one of the ten dollar engagement rings from Chey’s jewellery stand.

Out of breath, panting, red in the face. 

‘‘Willyoumarryme?’‘ He blurts.

I kiss him feverishly, planting small pecks around his face.

‘’Yes, I couldn’t think of anything I’d love to do more.’’  

[sibsteria]

Sworn to Secrecy

prompts: ‘’How about a kiss?’’, ‘Wait don’t pull away, not yet.’’

summary: Marcus and Y/n are in a secret relationship. Cloud 9 employees are trying to set you two up all the time, only to learn they didn’t need to. (Halloween costume contest episode)

character: Marcus White (Superstore) x Reader

warnings: fluff, smut, adventure time reference

‘‘Hey, Y/n!’‘ Chey shouted at me across the isle.

‘‘Cheyanne! You look hot!’‘ I gasped, gesturing to her hula costume.

‘‘So do you, girl, pink suits you.’‘ She complimented, referencing my sexy Princess Bubblegum outfit.

‘‘I think it’s the only one here Mateo can’t find a problem with.’‘ I roll my eyes.

‘‘I know, what’s up with that? Everyone’s being weird today.’‘ She pulls a face of annoyance.

‘‘Tell me about it, so- uh, are we still clear? No one’s suspecting anything?’‘ I hush my voice, moving in closer to her. 

‘‘Y/n/n, you’re secret sex life is what gives me the will to get through these shifts, I haven’t told a soul.’‘ She giggles, flipping her hair out of her face.

I think back to how Chey found out I was dating Marcus.

‘‘I love it when you moan my name.’‘ Marcus muttered into my neck, he had me sat on a warehouse shelf, pounding away. He pressed a gentle kiss to my jaw, despite his urgency of release creeping up on him.

‘‘God, Marcus!’‘ I panted, as he skilfully hit a spot that made me shake.

‘‘Jeez, Y/n, I can’t last long.’‘ His broad hands gripped at my hips, probably leaving red fingerprints in the process.

‘‘Me neither, you’re good.’‘ I slid my hands into his hair, yanking him down to meet my lips, he growled as I did, a sound he’d never made before.

This only spurred me on.

Two of his fingers came to meet my clit, swiping in circles, as he continued to pump himself into me.

I muffled a whine with his lips, I was almost there-

‘‘What the fuck?!’‘

I screamed along with Marcus, he pulled out and we grasped at our loose clothing trying to become somewhat decent.

‘‘Chey! Oh my god I’m so so sorry you saw this!’‘ She stood there, hand over mouth.

‘‘Y/n we have been trying to get you to date Marcus for months, why didn’t you tell any of us?’‘ She revels.

‘‘Well, we don’t really know what this is yet. And we didn’t want whatever this is to turn sour if people knew. Things like this don’t really have a good track record in this store.’‘ I shrugged at her, biting my lip.

‘‘I get that, but what even is this?’‘

I looked towards Marcus, raising an eyebrow.

‘‘Well, if I’m honest here, I want you all to myself Y/n. Boyfriend-girlfriend style.’‘ He gave a nervous laugh, his eyes darting around the warehouse.

‘‘I’d like that too.’‘ A shy smile painting my features. 

‘‘Ahhhh! Our OTP is happening, right before my eyes. Oh my gosh, I need to text Mateo.’‘

‘‘Oh, Chey, would you mind keeping this a secret until we decide to publicise it?’’ I give her a hopeful look.

‘‘Of course, what are best friends for?’‘

That was then.

Right now I could see Marcus containing the urge to stare at me like his life depended on it. Which turns out to be the exact reason I chose this outfit.

He looked dumb in his Rasta cap, but he was my dummy. 

I shot him a wink when no one was looking and a dark blush spread across his cheeks.

A few hours into my shift and the costume contest, I’m checking in the warehouse for a specific item a customer asked for when I get grabbed by the hips.

I scream and try to wiggle out of the person’s grasp but a shush and a giggle sound from behind me.

‘‘Marcus! You- you, gah! You scared me you silly goose!’‘ I slapped him lightly in his chest. ‘’I should seriously hurt you for that one.’’

‘‘How about a kiss?’‘ He proposes, I can never refuse that face of his and his goofy smile.

‘‘Always.’‘ I whisper, leaning into him to meet his lips, he pulls me into him by my waist. I swipe his Rasta cap off his head and onto the floor.

I move to detach our lips but he groans.

‘‘Wait, don’t pull away, not yet.’‘ He murmurs against my mouth.

‘‘Okey...’‘ I let him continue kissing me with all he has until his hands move down to my ass.

‘‘Marcus this is improper, you remember what happened last time.’‘ I warn lightly, pulling away, finally.

‘‘Each one of my thoughts about you are improper, with you strutting around in that all day, I can’t compose myself.’‘ His fingers mess with the skimpy fabric of my costume.

I blush, even though that was my ultimatum.

‘‘You’re hot, babe- and my body respects that.’‘ He back me into the wall behind me.

I give into him, his hand brushed down my arm and down to rest on my hip, his other arm is pressed against the wall space above me.

He uses his new position to lean down and smash our lips together, moving with such aggression and passion.

His length, now sporting a large bulge, grinds up into my thigh.

He moves his lips to meet the shell of my ear.

‘‘Can you feel what you’re doing to me?’‘ His breath is hot against my ear, leaving me to shiver in appreciation as he mouths his lips around the lobe. Letting it go he kisses down my neck, I reach up to grab his hair yet I’m stopped.

His large palms grip both my wrists, positioning them above my head.

‘‘Never knew you had this in you.’‘ I panted out, a complete mess against him.

‘‘I can dom when I want to, just needed the right motivation.’‘

What we didn’t know was the two sneaky employees, hidden behind stock boxes, phone camera in hand.

A ding from the staff group chat stopped Marcus and I in our tracks.

‘‘One second, Marcuse babe, this could be important.’‘ I pull out my phone, tapping on the notification.

I frown as I press play on a video sent to the chat, it starts out dark with a few whispers in the background, the camera eventually pans up to show both me and my boyfriend in a compromising situation. You can hear EXACTLY WHAT WE ARE SAYING.

Marcus, who is looking down at my phone, gasps.

‘‘Oh, shit!’’

‘‘What the hell!’‘

We both shout as we look around, searching for the culprits.

Spam messages from the staff billow in.

Garrett: woah, guys...

Mateo: ASJDJSDKGJLDKSFDLKH WHAT

Dina: This is not what you get payed for! Get back to work!…but give me all the details later.

Sandra: FINALLY

Chey: hey maybe it’s not what it looks like?

Jonah: Little hard to believe that, Chey, stone cold proof if I’ve ever seen it.

‘‘What are we gonna do now?’‘ I mutter to Marcus.

His hand finds mine.

‘‘I don’t care what happens because I know I want you in my life, nothing is gonna tear us apart. Don’t worry.’‘ He presses a kiss to my temple.

‘‘Marcus, that’s the sweetest thing. I love you.’‘ I giggle, but then I realise what I said.

‘‘I LOVE YOU TOO!’‘ He yells, picking me up and hugging his arms around my waist. I wrap my legs around his middle.

Some people heard the commotion and followed the noise.

Cheering and whooping of co-workers jaunted me to remove my face form Marcus’ neck.

‘‘I can finally talk about this to someone!’‘ Cheyanne breaks the celebration.

‘‘Wait, you knew!?’‘ Mateo roars.