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#Marcus Moreno x GN!Reader
flightlessangelwings · 6 months
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Ktober 2023 Day 8- Cockwarming
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Marcus Moreno x gn!reader
Word count- 1k
Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), softness, established relationship, no use of y/n
Notes- I miss writing for sweet himbo Marcus!! I can't believe it's been since last October when I wrote for him!! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!
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The morning sun hit your eyes and you let out a soft groan. You weren’t ready to face the day yet, not when you were so comfortable in bed. In Marcus’ bed. In his arms. You smiled to yourself as you let your eyes gently close and savored the feeling of his strong arms around you, holding you close and safe.
Nothing separated your bodies as you laid together under the sheets. Marcus’ body heat was all the warmth you needed as you both fell asleep tangled up in each other. Safe and comfortable and completely disconnected from the rest of the world, you never wanted to leave his bed.
Marcus groaned softly as he too started to wake. He mumbled your name in a sleep-ladened voice as he placed a series of light kisses along your shoulders and your back. Anywhere he could reach with his skin, Marcus kissed, worshiping your body in the morning sun.
“Marcus,” you breathed. 
“Morning, baby,” he murmured between kisses.
He worked his way up your shoulders and to your neck, playfully nibbling and biting all the spots he knew were sensitive. You let out a stifled giggle as you bit your lip and craned your neck to allow him better access. Marcus hummed in approval as he ran his tingle along the taut muscle of your neck, eliciting a moan from you.
“Fuck,” you sighed as you leaned your body into him.
Marcus snaked his arms around your body to caress your chest, kneading and squeezing you to pull even louder moans. He groaned as he bucked his hips against your ass so you could feel his hardening cock against your body.
The two of you were alone in the house; Missy was away at a training camp for the rest of the week, so you could stay in bed as long as you wanted. And you both could be as loud as you wanted without fear of her hearing your bedroom activities. You absolutely adored Marcus’ daughter, but at the same time you were grateful for the alone time you got to spend with him while she was away.
He groaned your name as he wrapped his arms around your body and one hand trailed along your front to cup at your groin. You moaned loudly as he worked you between your legs, making you feel so good. Marcus was always good with his hands, and he could play your body like an instrument, and pull the most beautiful sounds to his ears from you.
“I need you, sweetheart,” Marcus murmured into your ear as his skilled hands fondled you.
“You have me, Marcus,” you whispered back as you turned your neck and took his lips with your own.
He moaned into your mouth as he deepened the kiss. It was slow yet passionate, and full of feeling. You rocked your hips in time with his hands as you started a new rhythm with him. Every time you backed up, your ass grazed against his cock, and you made sure to rub yourself against him.
Heat rose between your bodies as you both became more desperate for the other. Breaking away for a deep breath, you rolled yourself around to face him. Marcus looked at you with those big, dark eyes that you could never deny, and he reached out and cupped your face in a tender moment. You leaned in as you both breathed the other’s name before kissing him once more.
As your tongue danced with his, you shifted yourself so that you straddled Marcus’ waist. His hands never left your sides as he helped guide you while never breaking away from the kiss. It had just been since last night that he was inside you, but you both needed it again regardless. 
You rocked your hips along his length, pulling low moans and hisses from Marcus as he broke the kiss to let out a cry of pleasure. He sighed your name as he looked up at you with a glossed over expression. His hands roamed all over your body, caressing your sides as if he tried to memorize every inch of your skin.
“Sweetheart…” he murmured. 
“I know,” you whispered.
Slowly, you positioned yourself on his cock and lowered yourself down. Both of you gasped as his cock pushed past your first ring of muscle and entered your body inch by inch. Still wet from the night before and mixed with your need for him, you took his cock easily even first thing in the morning.
When your hips met his, you collapsed forward and laid down on his chest, and Marcus immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. You felt his heart pounding in his chest as you ran your hand across his bare skin. This time, it was your turn to kiss wherever you could reach, and you felt Marcus let out a soft laugh as you tickled his skin.
“You feel so good, baby,” he purred as he caressed your back, his fingers trailing along your spine.
“So do you, baby,” you murmured as you contently closed your eyes.
Marcus loved to be inside you; he craved it every moment of the day when he wasn't. And now that he was, he felt like he was in heaven. He kissed the side of your head as he adjusted himself slightly so you both were comfortable. Neither of you wanted to move anytime soon, not when you laid connected together like this. And you had no plans or responsibilities for the day, so you were free to stay as long as you wanted. 
“Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?” Marcus asked in a hushed voice, careful not to disturb the comfortable quiet that fell over the room.
“You just did,” you quipped back with a soft laugh.
“Well, you are,” Marcus joined your laughter as he kissed you again and tightened his grip on you, “I love you, baby.” He closed his eyes, ready to settle in like his as long as you would stay on top of him. His harden cock stayed buried deep inside you, but he didn’t feel the need to fuck you just yet. Right now, he just wanted to savor the feeling of you around him. He could always fuck you later, and this afternoon, and tonight, and tomorrow, and forever.
You hummed as you smiled against his skin and your eyes fluttered shut as well, “I love you too, Marcus.”
It was a long time before the two of you finally moved.
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simpingcowboy · 1 year
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Let You Break My Heart Again 
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Hopeless Romantic!Reader, use of Y/N, gender neutral
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Angst, discussions widowing, unrequited love, Marcus being literally the sweetest while breaking your heart
Summary: Marcus confronts you about your crush on him...
A/N: Based on the song "Let You Break My Heart Again" by Laufey. An angsty bit about being hopelessly in love with your best friend. Also I am very enamored with Marcus Moreno <3
"Y/N."
     He was so dreamy like this. The light illuminates the warm tones in his light brown skin. The rays of light dance in the reflection of his glasses. Still leaving gaps for you to peer into his brown eyes. Warm and inviting like brown sugar…like sticks of cinnamon…jolting you like a shot of espresso-
"Y/N?" Marcus repeats more firmly, jolting you from your daydream.
"Y-yes! Yes sorry, just drifted off there for a moment." 
     Reality tears its way through your fantasy. Bringing you back to your usual far corner table, in the small café. It's a quiet morning. Nothing but the sound of instrumental music, and the occasional footsteps meet your ears. Scattered before you two coffees, the far drink characteristically lighter than yours and two slices of pies, both still warm from the oven. Looking up across from you, your long term crush and dear friend Marcus Moreno. The same man you'd been admiring before the intrusion, the same one you thought about every night before you go to bed. 
"I'm here now, sorry." You apologize a final time with a soft shrug. You should stop. You know you should. Stop sending your friend those long admiring glances. Stop letting him take up so much space in your mind. One day, you promise yourself, one day you will stop falling in love with Marcus. "You had something to talk to me about?" You take the mug in your hands, slowly sipping away at the warm drink. 
     Marcus had invited you out today. Not that he needed a reason to, you two often went out on impromptu outings together. But- he'd specifically said he had something to talk to you about. It'd made you feel nervous when you'd first read the message. Heart racing with a million and one romantic possibilities. Before you had to shoot them all down yourself, knowing they'd never be true. 
"Yes um-" he scoots in his chair closer, leaning in from the opposite end of the small round table. "Don't be embarrassed, but I heard some people talking and I- I…do you like me?" Marcus says in a hushed tone. A speckle of a blush running over his cheeks as he asks. 
      For just a moment, the world is silent again. Instead of that usual sweet lull that brings you somewhere kind, you're filled with a sense of dread. A heat runs up over you, a look of embarrassment evident on your face. The once clear air feels thick and clouded. You should have known it'd eventually come around. Though the world crashes around you, still- is Marcus. Gazing into your eyes, still as warm as ever. With an inhale, you cling to all the plans you'd made for the life you'd never have with him.
Exhale.
"Yes." You say plainly. Feeling your heart break in real time. "I like you." 
"Like…like like me?" Marcus's eyebrows pinch together, almost willing a lie to come out of you. 
There he is. Even in your heartbreak, you cannot help the way you fall for him. So sweet. Juvenal even at times. You answer him with a nod. Teeth meet the innards of your cheeks, fighting back silent tears.
"Oh…oh Y/N I-" he says, with an exasperated sigh. He wants to reach out to touch you, to pull you close to him. To tell you it'll all be okay. But he knows that he'd only make things worse. 
"You don't have to say anything." You muster up a bittersweet smile, not daring yourself to look at him like this. 
"I just you know I- after my wife I can't. I just can't." Marcus shakes his head gently, not letting his eyes leave you. 
"I know Marcus. I'm sorry just-" Between all the songs you've exchanged…midnight calls…sunset views- how were you not supposed to fall for him? "It just happened."
"How long?" He interjects. And it takes you by surprise. You look up to him, and goodness he's all puppy dog eyes. With that familiar pinch in his eyebrows he always gets when he's overcome with his worldly worries. Lips soft and pouted up at you. Oh how you wish you could kiss away those wrinkled lines left by time…
"A while." You answer after a moment, breaking your eye contact. Eyes drifting back to the forgotten pie. And they're there. The tears you try to hide from him every night. One escapes you running down your cheek. 
    Marcus has gone silent- he looks confused. Like he's recalculating every moment you two have ever shared. Thinking on them- over and over. Trying to figure out exactly when. You wonder momentarily, if this will be the end of it all. If your harbored affections will be confused for a betrayal of his trust. He couldn't be blamed for it…so many secrets laid between you two. But your friendship was never a farce. You never had to fake that. The only lie would be that you never wanted more than that. And maybe you don't have a right to cry, but you do.
"I'm sorry." You spit out quickly, trying to beat the sniffles overcoming you. Marcus-as kind as ever hands you a napkin to catch your falling tears. "I-I don't mean to cry it's just-"
"Overwhelming?" He offers to finish for you.
If only he knew.
"Yeah, something like that." You chuckle a bit through the tears. Slowly the tears dry, little by little as you reclaim your composure.
Marcus is the first to speak again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lead you on-"
The look you shot him stops him in his tracks. "Lead me on?" You almost laugh at the premise. "Marcus. I know how you feel. I know why you still wear your wedding band- I was never under the impression you'd be interested in me back." 
"You weren't?" A tinge of guilt laced in his voice. Marcus's hands instinctively move to fidget with his wedding ring. A move of reassurance. To remind himself he's still never broken his sacred vows.
"No. It was all me." You say with a shrug. "You didn't do anything other than be a great friend." You offer up a small smile, he didn't deserve to feel guilty for your affections. A hushed laugh even wiggles its way up your throat, "Here I thought you were about to say you didn't wanna see me again." 
Marcus joins you with a reduced chuckle of his own. "No no! Not at all! I'm not upset." He shakes his head. "I'm a bit flattered really and just relieved that you didn't think-" he cuts himself off not wanting his words to sound cruel. "Y/N?" He calls to you. 
     You answer, with a lift up of your head. The wide expanse of his frame fills up your vision. Everything is just Marcus. You let your eyes sink back into comfortable eye contact. Those warm brown eyes fill you with a sense of comfort. Even in your vulnerability, you feel safe in his presence. Then you knew. Even if you didn't want to- you'd always answer his call.
"I don't say this enough. But you're an incredible friend. Kind. Admirable. Someone I'm glad Missy has to look up to. Jeez and you're just breathtaking." Marcus's eyes wander over your face and along your form.
     There it was…everything you'd ever dreamed of Marcus saying to you. It's as if every daydream you've ever had is coming true. You cling to each word, desperate to commit them to memory. Something to think back on during those lonely nights. He so sincerely thought highly of you. And the way his eyes move to take in your figure was enough to make you feel faint. He greedily drank in your body in a way you'd never seen him do before. As if- even for a moment he entertained the idea of making you his. With each word your foolish heart falls and falls and falls until again- it breaks. 
He takes a sharp inhale as his eyes return onto your face. "And well…all this to say someday- someone will like you like you like me."
Someday. 
Someone.
But not today.
And not Marcus.
"Until then-" you pluck your fork from the table eagerly sticking it into the pie. "I'll drink my coffee, and eat my pie." 
And pretend that we are more than friends
Marcus smiles at you. A blinding vision of all things you desire, but will forever be denied. "Until then." He cheers you with his fork. The man of your dreams, let's a hand slide over yours. A friendly gesture of appreciation. A lonesome tear pricks at your eye.
'Then of course I'll let you break my heart again.'
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cyantomatos · 1 year
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Wheel of Writing - Day 31
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Pairing: Marcus Moreno x gn!reader Prompt: You’ve been bumping into the same stranger for months. Finally, you decide to say hello. Notes: We’re done! The last prompt! Thankfully this year was much less stressful getting them all out than last year was, and I’m so happy to have finished my first original October prompts list. Hopefully it becomes a yearly tradition. Thank you for all the love on all the prompts this month!
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The first time you see your stranger, it’s in passing.
You’re walking down the busy street, new to the area and slightly turned around. Your eyes are glued to your phone, following the instructions on your Maps app, and when you look up your eyes lock on his. You both give a polite smile, your own eyes immediately dropping back to your phone, and the two of you continue in opposite directions down the street.
A few days later you’re heading into a coffee shop, eager to try a new place after losing your old shop when you moved. He’s heading out, two drink carriers balanced one in each hand, and still he stops to hold the door open for you with his body as you head inside. You share another polite smile as recognition sparks in the back of your mind.
It’s another week before you see him again, this time at the grocery store. He has a young girl, probably his daughter, walking alongside the cart as his eyes scan the names of sugary cereals. She’s chatting along at a mile a minute, getting the occasional absent nod from him, and you smile as you pass to the next aisle.
You don’t technically run into him the next time, but you do see him a few weeks later. The TV in the break room at work is playing an interview when you walk in, and you stop dead at the sight of him on the screen. The scrolling text along the bottom explains that a few superheroes were visiting the local children’s hospital, and your heart nearly melts at the sight of him crouched next to a little girl in a hospital gown.
Two days later you’re standing at an intersection in a crowd, waiting for the light to change so you can cross the street. Your eyes scan absently over the matching crowd across the street, and a smile spreads across your face when you see him standing at the edge. He notices you at the same time, nodding his head slightly with a matching smile - genuine now and not just polite - as the two of you pass on the crosswalk.
The next month is filled with small interactions, smiles exchanged but never a word spoken. It starts to become the highlight of your day when you pass him on the street or at the coffee shop, and you start to wonder if it would be weird at this point to say something. If he wanted to talk to you, surely he would have done so by now?
Almost two months after that first time you saw him it’s pouring down rain. Your head is down as you speed-walk down the street, praying you won’t get too drenched before you manage to get inside.
Suddenly the rain stops soaking into your hair, and you look up in surprise to see a rainbow-polkadot umbrella covering you. You turn to the side and see your stranger, smiling a bit sheepishly down at you. “You looked like you could use an umbrella.”
You glance up again at the bright umbrella, a grin spreading across your face. “Thank you, but not the color I would have expected you to have.”
He chuckles, still smiling as he rolls his eyes. “My daughters. I wasn’t paying attention when I left this morning.”
It suddenly occurs to you that, while you feel like you’ve known him for months, this is the first conversation you’ve actually had. You hold out your hand, telling him your name, and he shuffles the umbrella to his other hand so he can take yours.
“Marcus. It’s nice to finally actually meet you.”
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spaceagerabbit · 2 years
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listen, the pedro characters and the oscar isaac characters would find you so pretty even when you’re just doing mundane things
like you’ll be laying in bed in a big t-shirt and pajama pants eating a bedtime snack (like a leftover cupcake or something), and he’ll just look at you with stars in his eyes and a small, soft smile.
you’ll look up from your snack and into his eyes, asking him why he was looking at you like that.
“you look so hot baby”, he would say, letting out a big loving sigh as he places his cheek to his palm.
your face is full of surprise for a brief moment before a soft smile is brought to your face as well, and you move your face down to the snack in your hand. you continue smiling as you eat and he lets out another dreamy sigh.
at one point he turns your head towards him, gently brushing a few crumbs off of your lips and then licking those crumbs off his fingers cheekily.
you can decide where this goes ;)
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writeforfandoms · 1 year
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The Hunter
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Okay so I wrote this in like 30 minutes, it just demanded to be written. Some mild spoilers and disclaimer below:
This is using things I read and research did probably ten plus years ago at this point. This is not a topic I have revisited in years, and I have no idea why tonight. So. The Wild Hunt is based on actual folklore, and my version of it is based on folklore and mashed together with some urban fantasy and fantasy novels I’ve read over the years along similar themes. 
Also yes I am dropping you into this with minimal explanation and throwing you basically into the middle of an AU. 
If y’all want a Vibe to listen to while you read, the song is The Hunter by Alpine Universe. Gets about 60% of the vibe I wanted for this. 
gn!reader
Warnings: Terror, hunting, panic attack.
Word count: 1006
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Your head jerked up from your book when you heard the hunting horns. You felt the blood drain from your face, leaving you light-headed.
"No," you whispered, scrambling to your feet, book falling to the floor. The horns were still distant but growing louder, and you just heard the baying of the first hound. 
Hands shaking, you grabbed your phone and called the one person that could help you. 
"'Lo?" Came the sleep-rumbled answer. 
"Marcus," you whispered frantically. The horns were growing louder, the baying chilling your blood even as your heart raced. "Marcus I can hear the horns, they're coming for me, I can't leave–"
"Wait, slow down," Marcus interrupted, sounding suddenly a lot more alert. "You hear horns?"
"Marcus, I hear hunting horns." The distinction was very important, even as a louder blast from one made you clench your jaw so hard your teeth ached. "They're coming."
"The fuck they are," Marcus growled, possessive and inhuman and angry. "Stay with me, stay on the line. Nothing will happen to you. I swear, they will not hurt you."
"Okay." You closed your eyes tightly, nearly hyperventilating when you could hear the barking of more hounds. "They're coming, Marcus. They're coming for me."
"Not tonight they aren't." Marcus sounded so sure of himself, so confident, even with rage in his voice. "Just hang on for me, darling." 
You whimpered softly, opening your eyes to look out the window. The moon hung low in the sky, deep gold and full and heavy. A good hunting moon, you'd have joked not that long ago. 
Hoofbeats against bare earth distracted you, and you looked away from the moon, towards the forest. Shadows shifted and swirled, points of light too distant and too low to be stars shining through the darkness. 
The Hunt was coming for you tonight. 
You gasped and dropped to the flor, shaking all over now. 
"Darling, talk to me." Marcus sounded as stressed as you'd ever heard him, voice clipped. 
"I can't see them yet," you managed to choke out, free hand pressing hard against your chest. "Fuck, I can hear them so clearly now. I can hear their hordes and their hounds and their horns…" You trailed off, gasping for breath as the horns grew ever louder, ever closer. 
Marcus swore in no language you recognized. "Hang on, darling. Just stay with me. I'm almost there." 
"No," you whispered, crumbling into a ball on the floor. "No, no, no…" 
"They're not for you," Marcus vowed. "They won't get you." 
"No." You shook your head, pressing your phone too hard into your head, heart pounding so hard that it hurt. "I can't… I can't…"
"You can and you will," Marcus growled. "You will. Just wait." 
You cried out when you felt the earth trembling under you, ever so slightly shaking your house. The Hunt was so close now, but you didn't dare open your eyes to look. That would only make things worse. 
A different horn cut through your blind panic. A car horn. It was enough to make you breathe in and open your eyes. Light flooded your living room through the window, far too much for the late night, and you pulled yourself shakily to your feet, holding onto the windowsill to help you. Your phone lay forgotten at your feet. 
Marcus stood between your house and the forest, back-lit by his car's headlights. He had both swords drawn, the flaming steel held easily in his hands as he faced the Hunt. 
And he did face the Hunt. You could see them now, slowed to a walk with this obstacle between them and their target for the night. The head of the Hunt nudged his mount ahead of the others. His horse was pitch-black and wore the skull of some enormous stag as a sort of halter, antlers spread out far beyond anything you'd ever seen. The rider was not much better, garbed only in blood and hides and a stag helm of his own. 
The rider halted several feet from Marcus, and the voice that came from under the stag skull made you wince in mingled pain and terror. Marcus answered, voice cold and furious, which was when you realized you had no idea what language they were speaking. 
The rider made an inhuman noise, the growl of some great beast, and his mount stepped closer to the house. 
Marcus merely raised his swords higher, fingers firm and sure around the hilts. 
And then… it all stopped. The rider halted. The hounds stopped baying, though they still paced the edges of the pack of Hunters, eager and restless. There was more speech between the rider and Marcus, none of which you understood. 
But it ended with the rider turning away, and Marcus lowering his swords, though he didn't sheath them yet. 
The Hunt was silent as it departed, no more horns ringing in your ears, the baying silenced. 
And then they were gone. Marcus finally sheathed his swords again and turned towards the house. 
Still shaking, you opened the door for him. "Marcus?" You asked tentatively. "How… what…?"
"They won't bother you again," Marcus murmured, both hands lifting to cup your cheeks. "You're safe now." 
You gasped in one breath, two, and broke. Marcus reeled you in, letting you hide in the safety of his chest as you cried. 
"Shh," he murmured, stroking your hair. "You're alright, darling. Let me take care of the car. I'll stay the night tonight, okay?" When you chanced a look up at him, wiping tears from your eyes, he looked determined, lips thinned to almost nothing. "I'll explain everything in the morning." 
"Are you sure?" You croaked. You meant him staying. You meant if you were safe. You meant… all of it, really. 
"I'm sure." He tipped your chin up to kiss your forehead. "Go put the kettle on. I'll be right there." 
Taking a deep breath, still shaky but willing to try, you obeyed. 
The silence of your home after midnight had never sounded so sweet. 
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lowlights · 2 years
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Hi love!! Happy sleepover Saturday 🥰
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This just screams Marcus Moreno at parent teacher night and what if he and one of Missy’s teachers just had ELECTRIC chemistry 👀
KAYLIE. You are so right. Also.....I don't think I've written for Marcus much, if at all. So I love this!!!
Marcus x gn! teacher! reader. Only fluff ahead....
"So, as you can see, everything is going great with Missy. She's on track to be one of the best students we have!" you explain from your desk, trying not to be intimidated by the leader of the Heroics sitting across from you.
Marcus smiles warmly, just like he has since he walked in the door. He loved hearing you gush over Missy; it was clear you adored her. He mentally kicked himself for not having made the fall parent/teacher conference, because talking to you tonight was quickly becoming the highlight of his week.
"She's a bright girl, Missy. She doesn't push the other kids too hard, does she? Sometimes she can get a little...bossy," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's a Moreno thing."
You laugh. "No, Mr. Moreno. Well, not usually. I think she's really grown into herself well. She's a total joy to have in class."
This makes Marcus grin at you even more, eyes crinkling behind his thick-rimmed glasses. He looks down at his watch and grimaces. "Oh no, we are way over our time. I must be keeping you from your next meeting. I'm so sorry." He starts gathering up the papers you've given him.
You panic a little bit, the idea of ending your time together making your heart leap into your throat. "No, you were my last conference of the day. I've just got some grading left to do, that's all."
Marcus' hands still, and you're relieved that HE looks relieved. "Grading, huh? On a Friday night? That's terrible," he laments.
"Well, I usually do it with a glass of wine. Don't tell Missy," you say as you both chuckle.
"Your secret is safe with me. Listen, this might be too forward but...Missy is at a friend's house tonight. Do you want some company while you grade? I've got a bottle of red I've been meaning to open at home," he says as his cheeks redden. "Not that we have to go to my place. We could go to yours, or...there's a wine bar across town I think? I never go, but Miracle Guy told me about it. He doesn't like wine, but he was trying to impress someone like usual and..."
"Marcus." He looks grateful that you've cut him off. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "I would love to have some company tonight. Let's go try that red, hm?"
Marcus grins.
-
One glass leads to two, which leads to splitting the rest of the bottle and most of another. You never even take out your papers to grade and fall asleep on Marcus' couch, using his chest as a pillow. It's the best Friday night you've had in a long time. And the first of many spent together.
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imtryingmybeskar · 1 year
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Drabble 8 - Marcus Moreno. A little light bondage in this one. Nothing too spicy.
Marcus Moreno x GN! Reader. Also no physical descriptors of reader. Word count: 297.
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"Leader of the Heroics? What a joke!" You hurled your insults in the direction of Marcus Moreno as you struggled against your bonds. "You know I'll get free. I always do."
Marcus smirked, his moustache twitching at the corner in an irritatingly handsome sort of way. "And yet here you are," he pointed out, his voice cocky and sure. "Captured by me. Again."
He crooked his fingers in the air in a fluid, languid movement and you found yourself irresistibly drawn to him, the metal cuffs that bound your wrists under the sway of his power.
He brought his face closer, his mouth next to your ear. You could smell his cologne, his shampoo mixed with his own scent, and you wondered how he managed to smell so damn good even after a chase. And now he was talking in that low tone, that growly whisper that shot straight to your core and made your knees weak. "I'd even go so far as to say you want me to catch you."
"How dare you," came your immediate retort as you tried to wrest a semblance of control back. But there was no heat, no venom behind your words and Marcus grinned cheekily, knowing that you were indeed defeated. He stepped closer, crowding you against the wall, and with another flick of his hand you suddenly found yours pinned above your head. His knee pushed between your thighs, forcing your legs to spread wider for him and he purred a sigh as he placed nibbling kisses along your neck.
"You know the safeword. Tell me to stop any time, baby," he muttered as he sank to his knees in front of you.
"Don't stop," you whispered fervently, feverish desire burning a path through your veins. "Never stop, Marcus."
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tightjeansjavi · 3 months
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Pedro Pascal Character Community Fic Recs-Writer Recs 2023 ⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆
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Thank you to everyone who sent in their fic/writer recs 🤍 I absolutely loved compiling this list for all of you! To all of the writers, thank you for everything that you do in this community ✨
***PLEASE HEED THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH WRITERS FICS/MASTERLISTS. ALL CONTENT IS +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT***
**Rec’s are in no particular order**
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@radiowallet masterlist fic: Pretend Alleyways Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno
@chronically-ghosted masterlist fic: TOTWHTFIFI Max Phillips x f!reader
@for-a-longlongtime fic: I Fought The Law Tim Rockford x Javi Peña x reader
@sin-djarin masterlist fic: Homecomings Multiple Pedro Characters
@secretelephanttattoo masterlist fic: Fort Bravo Dieter Bravo x gn!reader fic: Donut Debauchery Marcus Pike x f!reader
@wannab-urs masterlist fic: in the a.m Javier Peña x f!reader
@corazondebeskar masterlist fic: well it’s love, make it hurt dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader
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12 days of XXX-MAS themed stories, containing both smut & fluff, featuring a mix of the Pedro Boys.
Running from 14th Dec - 25th Dec!
Pedro Boys featured: Frankie Morales, Marcus Pike, Pre-Outbreak & Post-Outbreak Joel Miller, Jack Daniels (Agent Whiskey), Javier Peña, Dieter Bravo, Max Phillips, Dave York & Marcus Moreno.
Pairings: Paired with F!Reader, GN!Reader, Mature!GN!Reader & Wife!Reader. (No name or physical description of Reader. It's you, bub.)
Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶🌶🌶 "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."
Check out my Scoville Smut Ratings here.
Explicit - Please see each story individually for specific smut warnings/triggers etc...
NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18's ONLY. YOU ARE SOLEY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don't come at me; you've been plenty warned.
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Author Notes: I hope you enjoy reading these festively fluffy & seasonally smutty Christmas stories in the run up to Christmas Day.
Happy Holidays, lovelies! 🖤🎄
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🌶 - Contains smut 🖤 - Dark themes ☁️ - Fluff 🌈 - GN!Reader
🎄 Dec 14th - Unwrap Me 🌶 Frankie Morales x F!Reader
You gift yourself to Frankie as his early Christmas present, and he can't wait to unwrap you.
❄️ Dec 15th - Cowboy Christmas 🌶 Husband!Jack Daniels x Wife!Reader
Your husband Jack takes you out on a snowy Christmas Eve horse ride around the ranch, then helps you thaw out after.
🎄 Dec 16th - The Gift 🌶 Husband!Marcus Pike x Wife!Reader
Marcus buys you a naughty Christmas gift that you wear to his parents' Christmas lunch, and you both find it hard to stay composed at the dinner table.
❄️ Dec 17th - Christmas Cookies 🌶 Marcus Moreno x F!Reader
You and Marcus get creative with some left over icing, after he spends the morning baking Christmas cookies with Missy.
🎄 Dec 18th - O' Christmas Tree ☁️🌈 Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x Mature!GN!Reader
Joel chops down a fir tree and brings it home for you as a surprise.
❄️ Dec 19th - Blood & Tinsel 🌶🖤 Max Phillips x F!Reader
Your boss Max is your office Secret Santa, and gifts you with a rather interesting gift, that you feel incredibly compelled to thank him for.
🎄 Dec 20th - Strung Up 🌶 Husband!Dave York - Wife!Reader
You and your husband Dave are decorating the tree for a surprise in the morning for your girls. However, you get testy with him, and Dave finds an inventive way to keep you in check.
❄️ Dec 21st - Jet Set Christmas 🌶 Dieter Bravo x F!Reader
Dieter is flying away for a tropical filming schedule over Christmas, and you find a way to give him some First Class Service on his flight.
🎄 Dec 22nd - Yippee Ki-Yay! 🌶🌈 Pre-Outbreak Joel Miller x GN!Reader
You, Sarah and Joel settle in to watch a Christmas film together, bickering gently over if Die Hard is classed as a Christmas movie or not. When Sarah goes to bed, you try and sway Joel to your opinion.
❄️ Dec 23rd - Nobody Wants To Be Alone On Christmas 🌶 Javier Peña x F!Reader
You discover your boss Javi will be spending the night alone, working on the cartel case on Christmas Eve, so you extend a kind offer for him to join you for some Christmas dinner.
🎄 Dec 24th - All I Want For Christmas ☁️ Frankie Morales x F!Reader
Frankie is facing the prospect of a lonely Christmas, and this time of year is particularly difficult for him with maintaining his sobriety. He and the Miller brothers go to a bar on Christmas Eve for festive drinks, and perhaps a chance encounter with you might make Frankie believe again in the magic of Christmas.
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❄️ Dec 25th - Mistletoe Kiss ☁️🌈 Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x GN!Reader
At the Tipsy Bison Christmas party in Jackson, you and Joel share your first kiss together under some mistletoe.
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pedros-husband · 8 months
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you steal their clothes
pedro pascal characters x male/gn! reader
characters included: Javier Pena, Joel Miller, Javi Gutierrez, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, agent whiskey, Silva, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, dieter bravo, Tim Rockford, Dio Morrisey
Javier pena: he thinks you look extremely hot in any of his clothes especially if you wear any of his tight jeans, the way the fabric clings to your ass has him reeling. and if your alone in the office/at home, he'll have you bent over a desk or in the sheets in moments. he doesn't hide how hot he thinks you look in them either, it's a lot of flirty comments and lingering touches. if you aren't in private he might walk up behind you and start trailing kisses down your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispers what he wishes he could do to you.
Joel miller: he won’t admit it but he thinks you look so handsome/gorgeous in any of his clothes, especially his flannel shirts, so when he catches you wearing one of them his eyes will light up and a small smile will play on his lips-only for a second though. Then he will silently walk over to you and wrap you up in his arms, smiling into your neck. And if it’s your day off he will push you down on to the couch/bed and hold you close in his arms, your face pressed into his chest as he runs his hands over the curves and contours of your body. If you try and mention how clingy he’s being and how he likes you wearing his clothes- he’ll shut you up with kisses and cuddles until you forgot all about what you where saying. (Sometimes it goes a little further and he’ll rip the shirt off you in heated desire, the buttons popping off as you gasp and he just grumbles about how he doesn’t care)
Javi Gutierrez: he smiles so wide like a puppy and sweeps you up in his arms whispering every pet name under the sun, kissing your cheek and trailing them down your arms and to your hands, telling you how he loves the way you look in his clothes. He will immediately propose that the two of you cuddle and watch all his favourite nick cage movies- and who are you to say no to that cute face?
Marcus Moreno: he melts when he sees you cuddled up in one of his hoodies and as long as he’s finished all his work he’ll drop anything he’s doing to wrap you up in his arms mumbling. How he’s so lucky to have you and to be your husband. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you and not necessarily in a sexual way he just needs to be touching you in some way, even if it’s just the pinkies touching on the couch if your working otherwise his whole body will be draped over you in a big bear hug.
Ezra: let’s be real he only really has a couple of undershirts and pants for under his suit so if you wear any of his clothes they’re going to be quite tight fitting (just pretend they would be okay) and so he’ll drool over you and immediately decide that the orlac hunting can wake a couple more minutes whilst he indulges in his favorite treasure…
Din djarin: he doesn’t wear anything other than his Mando armour like Ezra so instead if your a mando like him and you take your top armour off and are left in just your undershirt and trousers, he’ll flip the razor crest into autopilot and drag you back into the bunk room to retrace some tension he’s feeling
Frankie morales: he thinks you look so hot in his clothes even if it’s just his baseball hat (maybe with nothing else at all) and will twirl you around, smiling like an idiot, before swooping you up and putting you down on the couch, wrapped up in his arms. He won’t let you leave his grasp until the image of you in whatever your wearing is permanently engraved into his brain.
Agent whiskey: he thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world, seeing you all cozy on the couch or doing the dishes in his shirts and shorts, he’ll walk up behind you , wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your neck, inhaling the smell of your cologne/ soap and smile. Sometimes he’ll whisk you off to the bedroom as well
Silva: he loves when you wear his cowboy hat or his old bandana, to him it shows that your his and no one else’s, and anyone who sees you will know that your his as well.
Oberyn martell: he has quite a few of each of his robes as spares and such as he’s the prince so when he catches you wearing his yellow robe his jaw drops to the floor. No matter if he’s attending an important meeting or training, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing and whisk you back to your chambers.
Dave York: he’ll play it off like he’s pissed that you stole his clothes but will secretly steal looks when your not looking, his eyes wandering over your body as he bites his lip. He’ll make a few phone calls to call in late and re arrange some plans so he can have you for a little while longer…
Dieter bravo: this man can already barely keep his hand off you so the second he sees you in something that’s his, he’s tackling you to the nearest bed/couch, looking at you with excited and hungry eyes, mumbling about how much better his clothes look on you but he’d prefer none at all.
Tim Rockford: he catches you wearing his shoulder holster in the mirror at home , and stops in his tracks, taking a couple steps back to leer through the door and admire how it looks on you. He will stare for hours until you’ve walked up to him and tapped him in the shoulder, snapping him out of his daydream with a bright blush on his face as you chuckle to yourself.
Dio morrissey: if you wear any of his necklaces/ leather jackets he’ll go feral. He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever and will pin you to the bed, trailing kisses along your neck and chest whispering curses under his breath as he progressively gets more and more hot and bothered.
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A/n: sorry I haven’t posted any fics recently, I have had a flare up in my back and it’s thrown me off a bit, I’m working on a request that should be out soon hopefully and just a thank you to everyone as well :)
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simpingcowboy · 1 year
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Grieve Together
Pairing: Implied Marcus Moreno x GN!Reader, use of Y/N, implied Mexican reader (familiar with Dia De Los Muertos beliefs and traditions) Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: Discussions of grief/dead loved ones, talk of widowing and single parenting, yearning, maybe a bit of angst?, Marcus being sweet and vulnerable Summary: While hosting a Dia De Los Muertos event at The Heroics office, you and Marcus bond over culture and grief.  A/N: Happy Dia De Los Muertos to all who celebrate it <3 It's something really personal to me so I hope you enjoy this! 
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"Y\L/N?"
"Yes? Mr. Moreno, can I help you?"
     It had been a couple months since you began working as a receptionist for The Heroics. Just an entry position but great pay, great hours, and a fantastic view of your long term crush- Marcus Moreno. For many obvious reasons you would never openly flirt with him, but a glance or two couldn't hurt. But ever since decorating the front office for Dia De Los Muertos, you'd noticed him linger around much more than usual.
"Sorry I was just wondering if you could tell me more about this?" He asks, gesturing to the large ofrenda you'd been working on, delicately working to pin the papel picado in an appealing way. "I've never really seen one in person." 
"I'd be happy to! It's an ofrenda, during Dia De Los Muertos we use it as a way to commemorate our loved ones who have passed. There's lots of different elements to it, the marigold, papel picado, the layers even each have meanings…" you gesture to each part, highlighting the different sectors on your small tour. You watch as his eyes eagerly follow your hands, taking in the different elements. "But the gist of it is that we remember our loved ones by setting out things for them. And they visit us for the night, and get to take our offerings back to the land of the dead with them. Or so is the traditional belief." 
"Like the movie Coco?"
You chuckle at his question, "Sort of…though you don't actually need a photo. Considering these existed pre-cameras that would have made it impossible to do." 
He lets out a nervous laugh, feeling a bit embarrassed he had not figured as much, "That makes more sense." 
"Though- I can't speak on whether or not they have customs in the Land of the Dead." You elbow him playfully. 
Marcus laughs at that, "Be a bit of a pain wouldn't it?" 
"There's enough paperwork in life, if there's even more in the afterlife I'd rather just be forgotten!" 
"Forgotten?" 
"Forgotten. Part of the belief is that if we don't remember our loved ones they go to the land of the forgotten… It's a bit gloomy. But that's part of why it's important to remember them."
"Hmm I see. And anyone can put a photo on the ofrenda?"
You nod in confirmation. "Yes of course! It's a community ofrenda…do you have something you'd like to add?"
"Yes…well I should maybe talk to Missy about it first." He says, looking off distantly, his mind having wandered from the conversation at hand. 
     You could guess… a bit of guilt piling in the far recesses of your mind. Your crush on Mr. Moreno has only grown since your time with The Heroics, despite your best attempts to ignore all his best qualities. But who were you to deny that handsome face and kind heart? Still- guilt pangs you everytime you're reminded of why you shouldn't be pining after him. 
"Just let me know. The event is being held November first. Feel free to ask me any other questions you have." 
He offers you a soft smile, "I will thank you." 
November 1st
     The office would be open a bit later than usual tonight. The party was cleared to go until 12:30; food and drinks to be served out to the living around 9pm. Some offerings to the dead already purchased and set out along the large ofrenda. Pan muerte sat beautifully in large bowl, some sprinkled with various colored sugar. Bananas, oranges, and other various fruits laid nicely against the white tablecloth. Jugs of water set out for them to drink from. Strings of marigolds wrapped around the entirety of the office. Papel picado softly blew in the wind from an open window. Lastly, rows of candles were lit, set next to each photo that had been brought in. Parents, grandparents, even some pets had made their way to the ofrenda. Everything was beautiful. 
     Around 9pm people slowly funneled their way back into the office, most were holding their own offerings for their loved ones. Alcohol, jewelry, cards, candies, slowly filled any blank spots left on the ofrenda. The table nearly overflowed with love. Suddenly you were very grateful at the insistence that you get a larger ofrenda…you'd definitely underestimated how populat of an event this would turn out to be. All through the night you'd answered questions about the holiday, and eagerly shared all you knew. Though there were lots of informational graphics set up, many still came to hear the joy in your voice as you discussed it. Many kids filled their time with the more fun aspects, watching Coco, decorating sugar skulls, or even getting their face painted. People passed the time eating with family, sharing stories of their loved ones. Still- there were faces missing from the crowd. The Morenos. 
     Slowly you'd given up on the chance they'd make an appearance. 9 went to 10 went to 11. Only an hour was left until midnight. You kneeled before the ofrenda, thinking of your ancestors and those who had passed on. A body appears next to you, also kneeling.
"Y/L/N?" 
Your focus shifts to their form. "Mr. Moreno!" You smile up at him, "You made it." 
"I'm sorry we're late…you said to bring an offering and well-" 
Missy jumps in behind her dad, a drowsy look in her eyes. "So Dad made us drive like 3 hours all over the city getting stuff!"
A warm red tinge mutes over Marcus's warm skin. "I may have gone a bit overboard." 
You shake your head. "Oh no not at all! The more the better! I um- actually reserved you a spot if that's okay…it was getting a bit full and I just wanted you to have a spot if you decided to show." 
Marcus answers you with a silent nod. His heart full at your gesture.
Getting off your knees, you lead him to the center of the ofrenda. A vacant spot in the front reversed for Mrs. Moreno. 
"I figured she should be in the front. I know she was quite loved around here."
Marcus quietly nods, trying to silence the urge to cry. "Yeah…yeah she was." 
"I think you've got it from here…just ask me if you have any questions, okay?" 
"I will, thank you." 
     You watched from afar as Missy and Marcus worked together to set up the photo of her mother. They set out drinks, flowers, food, and what appeared to be a wedding ring. Their offerings were lovely. Eventually the two settled down from their work, resting in front of the oftenda as Marcus shared stories of his late wife. Passerbys jumping in to share their own stories about her…sharing what they can with the young Missy Moreno about the mother that had been missing for much of her life. Eventually Missy is pulled away by friends, leaving Marcus by himself. You approach him, slowly. Just wanting to check in on him. No one should be left alone in their grief, especially not on Dia De Los Muertos.
"Mr. Moreno, how are you?'
"I'm good, just…" his hand brushes against the frame of his late wife's photo."I just miss her is all." He looks so different like this…his guard is down. His usual worries can't reach him at this moment. All there is is her. 
"I'm sure it isn't easy. Being on your own. Especially not with a kid." You shoot a glance over at Missy, who's joined the other kids in the viewing of Coco.
Marcus gives you a weak smile. "No. It isn't. But Missy's worth it. A living piece of her."
"She must have been wonderful. I've seen just about everyone here come to talk to you about her." 
He chuckles a bit, "She was a social butterfly. Got along with everyone." 
"I wish I could have met her." You say genuinely. "Must have been quite the woman to deal with you." 
Marcus's ears go a bit red. He wasn't always the soft kind man he is today. According to the stories he used to be quite the handful. "I wasn't that bad." 
"That's not what I hear." You send him a playful wink. 
He laughs at that, turning to the photo. "Okay…maybe she did have to wrangle me in a little." 
You share in his laughter, admiring the beautiful woman in the frame. " I just wanted to say I'm sure she'll love what you brought her." 
"I appreciate it …and thank you for hosting this. It's been really nice. I visit her grave often but it's really freeing- being able to talk about her so openly with so many people." He gives you a soft smile, fighting an urge to take your hand in his. Pushing down all the feelings he's held off from for so long.
You return his smile- wishing you could offer him more than just your professionalism. “Grief is easy to get lost in if you do it alone, it’s part of why we do this.” you gesture to the rows of photos. “So we can grieve together.” Your eyes focus back on Marcus, his big brown eyes peering deep into yours a silent question lingering in them. Before he can manifest it you cut him off. “Well, I won’t hold you any longer. Enjoy your evening Mr. Moren-”
"Marcus, just Marcus is fine."
"Marcus."
"You too, Y/N." 
As you walk away you swear you hear Marcus ask the photo, "So…what do you think of them?" 
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eupheme · 3 months
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MOVIE/TV - 2023 FIC RECS
this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨
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ALFRED PENNYWORTH X F!READER
— Dance With Me by @tarrenterror25
You and Alfred move things to a more private area.
— On Display by @viceofdionysus
When Alfred finds you getting carried away on a video call, he asks you to put on a show for him.
— The Gentleman by @stargirlfics
Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman
— Thoughts No One Asked For But My Mind Had No Mouth And Must Scream by @/tarrenterror
Alfred Pennyworth x Vampire!F!Reader
— When the Night is Over by @/tarrenterror
After the flood, Dulce looks to do her part to help Gotham heal and hopes to bring change to the city.
— When We Met, I Felt My Life Begin by @/tarrenterror
You and Alfred are both trying to organize a special Valentine’s day for each other, but nothing seems to be going quite right! Luckily, young master Bruce is around to help you two get everything in order!
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BRUCE WAYNE X F!READER
— Iron by @/stargirlfics
 Battinson + pussy eating
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BUCKY BARNES X F!READER
— Anamnesis by @fluffyprettykitty
Transforming to a werewolf for what seems to be the first time with a familiar yet strange man by your side.
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CAPRICORN X F!READER
— Take Me Home by @/tarrenterror
You are the second eldest daughter to the Adderhead and not yet married off by some miracle. This leaves room for a budding romance with a certain fire-raiser. The two of you must keep it secret lest your tyrant of a father find out.
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DAVID ROBEY X F!READER
— The Devil Makes Us Sin by @tarabyte3
Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and at least it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content. At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.
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DRUIG X F!READER
— Calling by @redheadspark
You and Druig were meant to be together, and Druig gives you a place to call home because of that.
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FRANK CASTLE X F!READER
— Saturday by @/fluffyprettykitty
Instantiable night session with Frank.
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JAVI G X GN! READER
— Creation of the Heart by @0celesteisthebest0
Javi comforting you with bouts of insecurity
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JAVIER PEÑA X F!READER
— Little Black Dress by @inklore
“you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come.“ or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.
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JIM HOPPER X F!READER
— Heatwave by @/viceofdionysus
When Hawkins loses power during a heatwave, Jim does the neighborly thing and invites the pretty librarian out to his cabin on a private lake. But as they try to cool down, things only seem to heat up between them.
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MARCUS MORENO X F!READER
— The Dinner by @frannyzooey
Missy invites you home for the weekend, unaware that you’ve actually been sleeping with her father since the semester started.
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MATT MURDOCK X F!READER
— Cadence by @she-likesorchids
You're a barista living in New York, but you create erotic audios and sell subscriptions to make extra money. Matt has found a new outlet for his sexual frustration, and it's your voice. What happens when a chance meeting at your coffee shop threatens to blow both of your covers?
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OBERYN MARTELL X F!READER
— Breath of Life by @/moonlight-prose
punctured by the arrow of cupid, oberyn is suddenly infatuated with you. you…the very breath in his lungs, the clouds in his sky, the reason the sun shone down on his home. he was in love and yet you couldn’t have felt more different.
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PERO TOVAR X F!READER
— Menuet by @psychedelic-ink
you decide to take a swim in a lake that is deep in the middle of the forest. during your swim, pero finds you, and he’s not happy that you went out alone during a full moon.
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PETER PARKER X F!READER
— Approach Shift by @psithurista
Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.
— Dial Tones by @spiderispunk
Peter gets a much-needed distraction after studying all night.
— Fragments of Tomorrow by @/psychedelic-ink
After a massive ecological disaster, the world is overrun by mutated flora and fauna, along with infected humans that sprout vines and flowers. Nature itself has turned against humanity, and you thought Peter would be by your side. That Spider-Man would protect you and those close to you—you never thought you’d be wrong in both aspects. But now he’s back, and you don’t know how to react.
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SANTA (HARBOUR) CLAUS X F!READER
— All is Bright by @lavenderursa
Your husband has a rather bad yet exciting day at work which leads to an unexpected reunion and a much needed reminder of the Christmas spirit.
—Joyful Night by @cinewhore
You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run. 
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SER BARRISTAN SELMY X F!READER
— Sometimes, Love is not Enough. by @sermormonts
Your knight of the Kingsguard: sworn to celibacy since he took the whitecloak at age three and twenty, bursting to prove all he knows of passion: not from song or script writ in stained pages, but from the glassy, heady ache you’ve etched into his chest—a heart kept dormant for decades.
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STEPHEN GRANT X F!READER
— Love's Train by @moonlight-prose
a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and the floor.
— To Be Loved by @/moonlight-prose
“you didn’t intend to give up your heart - believing that you could remain one person without severing yourself in two.”
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ULYSSES KLAUE X F!READER
— Bringin' Home the Rain by @the-eyes-of-andyserkis
You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")
— Danger Starts the Sharp Incline by @citrus-moonlight
At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.
— I Always Find My Way Back To You by @/tarrenterror
You can always count on Ulysses to return to you, but lately you find yourself wanting more. The new dangers in the world don't make the life of an arms dealer any easier and any day could be his last. Running away and living off the grid with the man you love is the dream. Does he share your feelings and can he be convinced to live a life with you?
— Please Hold… by @/tarrenterror
Klaue is not opposed to mixing business with pleasure.
— Salvation is a Deep Dark Well by @/citrus-moonlight
Memories and fresh desires are intertwined now and you think you might go mad from the waiting, but all you can do is try to keep yourself busy as you count down to Klaue’s return.
— Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by @/the-eyes-of-andy-serkis
After a particularly rough flight you’re suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.
— Woven by @/citrus-moonlight
As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpected brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.
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sin-djarin · 5 months
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Becca's Brunch
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Alas, another week has came and went and you made it. Pull up a chair, grab some proverbial treats and a cup of something. I left out some extra water, thought you may need after SNL.
Take a minute for yourself and let's get into it. ☕️
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Or, what I've gotten round to checking off my tbr this week that I will gleefully add more to.
A quick reminder that what I may like, you may not and that's okay! Most, if not all of the below are 18+. Please heed individual warnings on fics! Leave an author a comment and reblog if you enjoy their work!
Joel Miller:
Five Days by @morallyinept (new chapter)
Dieter Bravo:
Goodwill Hunting by @secretelephanttattoo
Working Title by @rhoorl (new chapter)
Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno:
Pretend Alleyways by @radiowallet
Javier Pena:
Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese (new chapter)
Dave York:
Eat You Whole by @wannab-urs
Marcus Pike:
Oct 19th's Kinktober by @absurdthirst
H I M by @morallyinept
Tim Rockford:
oct 21 x acorns by @trulybetty
Frankie Morales:
in another life by @chronically-ghosted
If you've tagged me in one of your fics, I see you and you're all on my tbr. I'm getting there and appreciate you for tagging me!
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Or, other bits and pieces that made me smile this week.
We got an insight as to what Rockford and Pena are going to get up to...or down to from @for-a-longlongtime . Check that out here.
Pedro in yellow by @iamdesibell. I have a lotta love for that outfit and glasses.
@morallyinept 's lovely lament on this fandom. There's always a lot of love and appreciation floating around here and it makes my heart soar to have been welcomed into such a community. There are so many talented people here, whether you make fanart, graphics, write fics, make memes that make us smile or strip a character down with analysis. It blows my mind that we get to consume such amazing content for FREE!
These wallpapers by @sp00kymulderr
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AKA, what I've dished out this week.
Art:
Frankie got a deal at the print shop for his flying lessons. This one looks like it got him a good deal of business though. Maybe ask for a new one...
Fic:
in fiction - Dieter Bravo x gn!reader
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Buttons. It's buttons. That's all you have to worry about. See? Buttons.
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Or, the personal stuff.
I think I answered most NSFAQs last week. But as always, you can ask me anything (within reason!) in my ask box.
Nothing too exciting over here other than the usual stuff; drinking coffee, working, sleeping, dabbled in some writing and repeating. I did up my reading game this week but I am still so behind. I see so many wonderful fics everyday. I have set up a document for myself in an effort to feel a little more organised because I'd hate to miss any.
Despite getting soaked three or four times this week, I'm in my element in winter. It's beanie and hoodie season and I'm buzzing about it.
Here's the soundtrack to my week:
I'm still a little emo, okay?
The music video for this um...something. Proceed with caution if YouTube is your thing.
If you've made it this far, thank you! Thanks for continuing to be my neighbour despite me being a little menace with the polls this week and bearing witness to me floundering in the Rockford Rockpool. (seriously though, he is everywhere I can't help it)
I wish you a week of creativity and rest when you need it. Be kind to yourself and each other.
Becca. 🤍
Now if you'll excuse me...
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radiowallet · 1 year
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how could you?
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Kinktober Day 11 - Rimming
Main Masterlist II Kinktober Masterlist
Summary: You spend the night worshipping Marcus in all the ways he deserves. Pairing: Marcus Moreno x gn!reader WC: 2K Warnings: Mature 18+ MDNI This is an over 18 blog and all content is considered mature. Established relationship, body worship, hand job, oral sex (male receiving), rimming (male receiving), slight praise kink.
Marcus is stunning.
You sit back on your heels and admire him, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs, watching in delight as he trembles beneath your gaze. He’s stretched out on the bed, naked as sin, his tan skin glowing from the help of one lone lamp, the room blanketed in a mix of golden shadows. His cock rests heavy on his soft belly, thick and flushed, the veins pronounced and the tip glistening. His hands are flexing, fingers spread out wide before pulling into his fist, all of his tension held in those two hands. 
You’re tucked between his legs where they dangle off the edge of the bed, bent at the knee, feet planted on the carpet, and caging you in.
You don’t mind. You would gladly spend the rest of your days trapped here below this man. 
It had taken some coaxing to ease him into this position, Marcus always aching to be the one to worship on his knees. But after a night out, just the two of you, coupled with the slip of your tongue around the shell of his ear, your fingers ghosting the outline of his cock, and your whispered pleas echoed to him faithfully, he had been convinced. 
You took your time, stripping away each piece of clothing with a steady hand and a kiss to each piece of skin you exposed. Marcus watched you from beneath hooded eyes, lips parted and fingers trembling as you rained praise on each freckle, every scar, the history of his life etched so elegantly into his skin. He sank down to the bed with a gentle push, legs spreading eagerly, his cock already hard and resting on his thigh. You licked your lips in anticipation, mouth watering and tongue desperate for a taste, your legs clenched together.
Your own legs were just about to bend when he stopped you with a call of your name and a hand to your hip.
“Naked… please.”
How could you ever deny him?
There was little flourish as you slipped your clothes off your shoulders, giving Marcus ample time to take you in. He leaned back on his forearms, brown eyes bleeding black as he traced your curves from head to toe, licking his lips as watched your nipples harden beneath his gaze. You felt warmth pool between your legs but you refused to give in to your arousal, anxious only to touch the man settled before you.  
“Let me take care of you, Marcus.”
The carpet is rough beneath you, your body curled down on bend and knee between his legs. You’ve already driven him to the edge twice, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his shaft until his head was swollen and weeping, precum pearly white and dripping slowly down to sink between your grip. It feels luxurious, tacky salt sticking to your fingers, easing the glide of your hand along his swollen length. All the while you rain praise down upon Marcus, watching in delight as he reacts to your words.
“So beautiful for me. So pretty like this. Gonna look so good when you come, aren’t you baby?” 
He has yet to beg, still watching you with unblinking eyes, his mouth formed around mewls of pleasure, head nodding frantically in response to your question. His knuckles are bright white where they cling to the bedspread, his cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Your mouth is watering, the site of Marcus’s cock, flushed and swollen, your fingers barely able to wrap around the thickest part of him. It has you ravenous. You lean in, but refuse to indulge either of you yet, instead burying your nose into the crease of his groin. 
The smell of him is concentrated, musk and sex and sweat clinging to his skin. You groan into him, licking and sucking, drool dripping down your chin. Marcus moans above you, his hips bucking into your face. You tighten your grip around his cock, stilling his movements, and sliding your nose through the patch of hair around the base of him. 
“Ba-by,” he whispers, voice breaking around the word.
When you peek up from beneath your lashes, you see his lips caught between a smile and a grimace. You wink, can’t help but, before finally letting your lips trail up the underside of his cock. A dainty kiss is pressed to the tip and you let yourself lick away the taste of him, precum stinging like salt on your tongue. 
“Mmm, you taste so good, sweet boy.”
 
“Shit,” Marcus chokes out, and out of the corner of your eye you see his hand twitch, the metal bed frame groaning in protest as he resists the urge to grab the back of your head. 
You kiss the tip of him again before finally sliding your lips around his girth. The weight of him is heavy on your tongue and you savor the feel, the taste, the essence of him as he fills your mouth. You don’t move at first, enjoying the sound of his pitiful cries as he fights the urge to fuck your throat. 
You aren’t sure how long you stay there, itchy carpet beneath your sore knees, sweat forming at the back of your neck, jaw aching and eyes stinging. It is bliss. Your head is empty save for the pleasure of this man. This man who always makes the time to care for everyone but himself, and that thought only encourages you to swallow him deeper. 
You hollow your cheeks and suck, letting the head of his cock hit the back of your throat once before you pull away around a gag. You dive back in quickly, kissing and licking at his length before swallowing up and down smoothly. Spit and precum fill your mouth and you aren’t shy about letting it leak out, watching as the heady mixture drips down his shaft to his balls. 
Marcus is a trembling mess through it all, garbled pleas of more and don’t stop mixing together with the syllables of your name. His thighs shake beneath your palm, the muscles vibrating despite the soothing nature of your touch. You rub his legs deep and slow, pushing in towards his balls, letting your thumb catch along the thin skin. The sound he lets out that one touch is guttural; a feral cry that has you pulling off of his cock with slick pop. 
His hips chase after you, but you’re quick to comfort him, petting softly at his thigh as you lean in and press a tentative kiss to his balls, murmuring more words of praise between each press of your lips. 
“I’ve got you, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” 
His reaction is instantaneous. 
He keens, loud and high, your actions leaving him shuddering and it spurs you on. Your kisses grow deeper, wetter, sucking the thin skin with obscene enthusiasm. You push his legs wider, addicted to the feeling, burying your face deeper and deeper, fingers slipping in the mix of sweat and spit, one of them catching along the cleft of his ass. 
“Fuck— right there… oh god, baby please…right there. More. I need more… p-please…”
Marcus is practically falling off the bed, his feet planted firmly on the ground, his hips twisting left and right, desperate and wanton in his needs. Part of you wants to refuse; already anxious to have his cock back between your lips, the desire to have him come down your throat overwhelming. But—
He’s looking at you through a cloud of lust and love, and there, at the center of it all, you see it. 
His trust. 
It’s rare, almost an impossibility, but this man — hero— is exposing all the bits and pieces of himself, giving you the immense honor of taking care of him. Allowing you the chance to be his safety net as he lays all his vulnerabilities on the table for you to treasure. 
You’re not sure how you’ve found yourself to be so lucky. 
With a careful touch and hushed whisper, you coax Marcus onto his stomach, his cock trapped between the bed and his body, the small swell of his ass sticking out for you to admire. Again, you give yourself just a moment to look, skating the tips of your fingers up one cheek and down the other, before slowly sliding them between, your nail barely catching on his puckered entrance. 
“More,” he sobs, voice muffled in the curve of his arm.  “Your…shit, your tongue baby…please. Please.”
Your face heats up and your legs clench together, slick arousal practically pouring out of you at his request. You’re almost dizzy from it but you refuse to overthink this moment, anxious only to give Marcus everything he needs to feel good. You breathe in slowly and press a gentle kiss to his left cheek, and then his right, before burying your face between his ass cheeks, licking diligently at his puckered entrance. 
It is filthy, feral, and you can’t stop yourself as you push your tongue deeper and deeper inside him, spurred on by Marcus’s cries of ecstasy. He is a mess, writhing beneath you, hips caught in a broken staccato; arching back into your mouth and rutting his cock down into the mattress. His body is pulled taut, grip like iron where he clings to the bedspread, and without asking you know he’s close.  
You double your efforts, sucking and kissing and licking at his entrance, burying your tongue as deep as you can. Spit drips down your chin, hot and wet and only making you feel more desperate. You dig your fingernails hard into the back of his thighs, hard enough that you hope they bruise. Bruises you can admire with the press of your lips for days after. You force his legs wider, and lick as deep as you can, your own moan escaping you at the musky taste on your tongue.
You feel Marcus clench tight around your tongue, the creaking sound of the metal bed frame mixing with his screams, his orgasm slamming into him like fire raging through a forest. You cheat your glance up, anxious to watch him fall apart, but determined to help him through the throes of it. He comes harder than you’ve ever seen him, hips thrusting into the bed with zero grace, his cum soaking into the bedspread, the spot beneath darkening with his cum.  
When you pull away, he whimpers but you’re quick to soothe, helping him flip over and shift to the head of the bed with a gentle touch. He looks beautiful; blissed out and drunk from your touch, his hair twisted and teases in every direction, a rosy flush clinging to his cheeks, his lips parted and eyes glazed as he fights to keep them open and on you. You smooth back an errant curl, his forehead slicked in sweat, watching as his throat bobs with each breath, his broad chest rising and falling, slowly matching the steady pace of your touch.
“Your turn,” he murmurs, the words slurring together as they tumble from his mouth, one of his hands clumsy as it reaches towards the curve of your knee.
“Later,” you offer, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose and then to his lips. The fact that he doesn’t fight you on the delay of your own pleasure proves just exactly how good a job you did. 
You take care to pull a loose sheet up around his waist, and as you do you have to bite at your lip to stifle a laugh when you see the headboard. It’s twisted in on itself, his powers having run wild alongside his pleasure. You don’t bother drawing attention to the damage, a problem best left for tomorrow. Instead you slide off the bed and step towards the bathroom, intent on cleaning him up before sleep inevitably finds you both, but his hand on your hips stops you one more time. 
“Let me hold you? Just for a minute?”
And how could you ever deny him?
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lowlights · 2 years
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Well since I'm currently working on Marcus M, some Thots for this man--
Marcus is grabby. He likes to have a hand on you. In public, it might be a hand on your hip, or the back of your neck, or your back. Even just holding your hand. He is, however, a menace. If the two of you are sitting next to each other in a movie theater, he'll put his hand on your thigh, maybe slowly inch it up your leg.
In private? This man is grabbing you whenever he wants. He will manhandle you into his lap, toss you on the bed, hold your wrists in one big hand. He likes to grab and grope, likes to feel how soft you are. And he likes to make a game of it, see where he can touch that will get the prettiest noises out of you.
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Hi, darling! I love this thot that you sent in a long time ago (sorry) and I wanted to write a little drabble bc your writing inspires me!!
Marcus x gn!reader (implied AFAB but honestly can be read openly I think); smut, discussions of sexual acts including fingering, light choking, and good old fashioned sex. Praise, sweetness, established relationship I reckon. Very short drabble/thot.
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Marcus was fidgety.
He wasn't the kind of person who bounced his leg or paced around when he got anxious about something. Often times he was the picture of stoicism and calm.
Unless you looked at his hands. You caught him frequently rubbing his palms together, or clenching his fists, or playing with the armrest of his desk chair. His hands betrayed his nerves, and you noticed.
You knew just when to slip your hand into his, to quiet down his mind and give him something on which to ground himself. At first, when you had to keep things quiet at work, you would hold his hand in secret- under the conference table, in the privacy of one of your offices. Eventually, you could hold his hand proudly in front of anyone, your love no longer only something people whispered and wondered about.
Marcus' hands are everything, the focal point of his power and the way he best communicates his desire and care for you. Whether it's a hand on the back of your head as he hugs you, or a hand around your thigh when you sneak away for road trips, he prefers to be touching you whenever possible.
He especially loves pulling you apart, piece by piece, using his wide fingers that he knows makes you feel so, so good. He loves watching you take one of his digits, then another, then if you're really relaxed and pliant, watching you gasp as you take a third. You love when his hand tightens around your neck just enough to feel it, never enough to hurt you- he wouldn't do that. He especially loves when you suck on his fingers while he fills you up, his perfect one, he calls you as praises fall from his pouty lips.
He craves your touch like you crave his. He never wants to let you go.
You wouldn't let him.
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