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secretly-dum · 1 year

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

Make Love For Lost Time

pairing: Marcus Moreno x male!reader

genre: smut

summary: read request :)

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

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

Remember, reblogging > liking !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Has it really been that long?”

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

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

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

“Y-Y/N…” He said desperately.

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

“I…hurry…need you..”

“Hm?”

“F-Fill me up please.”

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

“No condom? Are you sure baby?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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traningdummy · 1 year

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His Hands On Me

Marcus Moreno X Male Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#gay #x male reader #male reader smut #pedro pascal x male reader #male reader #top male reader #fluff #marcus moreno #marcus Moreno x male reader

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pedros-husband · 2 months

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Mornings

Marcus Moreno x male! reader Drabble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slow mornings are always the best with your husband.

#Marcus Moreno #male reader #gay #Pedro pascal #Marcus Moreno x male reader #Drabble

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second-axis-point · 1 year

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I take smut and fluff requests!

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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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supercap2319 · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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obsessedwithpedritoofc · 3 months

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hello everyone hehe.

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

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

also hope youre ready for some angst. again.

take care yall <3

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales #marcus moreno #jack whiskey daniels

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 month

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Steph! For the smutty fics:

Marcus Moreno and "Open wide for me."

Okay, thanks, byeeee 🫠

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

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x gn. reader

Warnings: smut (oral male receiving)

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

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

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

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

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

This was going to be one fucking long night.

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radiowallet · 11 months

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Pretend Alleyways

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Marcus Moreno

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

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

Rating: Explicit

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

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Installments

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

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

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

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

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Extras

Pretend Alleyways Playlist

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multimuseficreblogs · 11 months

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odetodilfs · 1 year

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Lazy Mornings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x male reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal characters #gay #x male reader #male reader

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pedropascalsx · 2 years

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Unexpected {Marcus Moreno x F! Reader}

Summary: Marcus accidentally attaches the wrong the file to an email he’s sending you for work, but will he get to you before you open it? (no, the answer is no.)

Warnings: The has like no plot? It was hastily written and I’ve never ever written Marcus Moreno before so I probably didn’t do him justice!!!! Oral (F) receiving, Male Masturbation, Video of Sex act, P in V sex, Handjob, Dirty Talk, Come eating and just general filth.

no physical descriptions of reader but she blushes a few times throughout the story!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Fuck. I don’t even know. I am sorry??? It’s just porn really. Badly written porn. Thanks to @djarinispunkk for beta’ing

And thank you to @whataperfectwasteoftime @honestly-shite @absurdthirst and @radiowallet for being so supportive of this story i really struggled with!!! i love you guys.

The whoosh that signalled the email he had spent hours compiling had been sent made Marcus breathe a sigh of relief. The upcoming mission that the two of you would be spending weeks on was finally coming together, and he couldn’t wait to get stuck in.

(1) New Email from Marcus Moreno.

“Ah, finally,” you said with a slight giggle, “What have you sent me this time, Mr Moreno?”

You started skimming through the message, each day meticulously planned and detailed. You made a mental note to re-read it more carefully when you were home, away from the general hubbub of the office.

“Seven attachments? Really Marcus?” you murmured as you clicked through the first few, the first being an itinerary and the second being a map that marked each place you would be staking out or investigating. Your phone lit up with a text from your best friend as you idly clicked on the third attachment, paying no attention to the image that flicked up on your screen. You started to punch out a reply to the message confirming your plans with her this weekend and that’s when you heard it.

A throaty groan.

Your eyes flashed back up to the screen, and you watched open-mouthed as a video of Marcus stroking his cock played out in front of you, his sinful groans providing the soundtrack to the filthy movie you were utterly consumed by.

The second it stopped, you had to stop yourself from replaying it, the fact it was clearly sent by error making you feel overcome by guilt as your fingers hovered over the play button.

The image of the cock that you’d imagined railing into you more times than you cared to admit burned in your head as you felt arousal dripping into your panties.

“Fuck,” you murmured, as the urge to press play grew stronger. ‘Once more and then i’ll delete it,’ you whispered to yourself as you plugged your earphones into the speaker jack.

The sight of Marcus swiping his thumb against the weeping tip of his rock hard cock and spreading the bead of pre-cum down his length rips a moan from your throat, and before you know it, your hand is travelling down the length of your body and pulling up your skirt.

The short video replays on a loop as you circle your clit with vigor, teeth digging into your bottom lip as your orgasm grows closer and closer.

Marcus glances up at the screen as he decides to give the already sent email one last look over; he knows he’s been thorough and that everything is ready to go but always the perfectionist, he just can’t help himself.

“Hands.vid?” he says out loud as he scrolls through the attachments, “Why did it save as a video?”

Shit. He glances across at the external harddrive plugged into his computer and the realisation hits him like a tonne of bricks. With tentative hands he clicks the attachment and the sight of his hands laced around his hard cock flashes up and he slams his laptop shut and immediately runs down to your office, telling himself over and over that you probably hadn’t had a chance to open the email yet and that he could delete it before you could.

He doesn’t knock, he doesn’t think to knock, instead he pushes open the door of your office and lets himself in. He’s greeted by the sight of you leaning back on your office chair, eyes shut tight with a blissed out look etched across your face and your hand cupping your pussy.

“Fuck,” he groans, and your eyes immediately fly open, “Is this… is this because of the video?” he asks as his eyes continue burning into your core. The sight of your fingers glistening with your arousal makes his cock twitch in his pants.

You can feel the burning flush of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks; you’re not sure what to do, but you can’t ignore the way he’s staring at you, clearly enjoying the view. The sight of your bare pussy spread and your fingers dripping with your own arousal, the sound of his groans still playing through your earphones as the video continues to play on a loop on your laptop.

“Answer me,” he says quietly, “Is this because of the video?”

“Yes,” you blurt out, “I’m so sorr-..”

“Sssh,” he soothes as he takes three long strides towards you, reaching over your desk, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his face, “You’re soaked.” He says with an amused grin before pulling your fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean of your arousal.

“Marcus,” you moan as releases them with a pop, “Fuck.”

“I was going to come in here and delete the email. I was going to pretend that I sent you an email meant for someone else… but fuck. I’m glad I didn’t make it in time,” he says as he lets go of your hand, walking around your desk and stopping in front of you, “So many times, I’ve thought about what this pretty little pussy would look like, feel like… taste like” he says as he silently drops down to his knees, “Fucked my fist thinking about you coming onto my tongue so many times. Can I, sweetheart?” he says as his palms rest on your thighs, “Can I make this pretty little pussy come on my tongue?”

Is this real? Is this really really really real? you think to yourself as you look down at your boss. Marcus Moreno. The leader of the Heroics. One of your closest friends and the man you’ve been harbouring a massive crush on since you first entered through those doors a year ago. Is he really kneeling in front of you, staring up at you with those big brown eyes asking if he can lick your pussy?

“Yes” you croak out as he slowly circles the soft flesh of your thighs, “Oh, yes please, Marcus,” you beg.

A groan of pleasure rips from Marcus into your core, as he starts to lap up your arousal, flattening his tongue and swiping it through your folds and then pushing it inside your pussy. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced; you’ve had guys go down on you before, but it’s usually just quickly to get you ready. This… this is extraordinary.

He fucks his tongue in and out of you, his nose swiping against your clit as he does so and you can’t help but entangle your fingers in his hair.

“Fuck, Marcus,” you moan, “You’re fucking in-incredible. And fuck. Your cock… Fuck Marcus, it’s so fucking thick. That video is.. holy shit,” your words are cut off by your own moaning, the feeling of Marcus sucking your clit into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue building you closer and closer. It’s only when he pushes two of his thick fingers inside of you that you cum, biting down on your lip so hard that the tang of blood coats your tastebuds.

“Good girl,” he praises after letting go of your clit, his fingers still buried inside of you, “You taste divine.”

He slowly removes his fingers from your cunt and moves them up to your lips, “I want you to taste how fucking delicious you are,” he says, before pushing them between your lips. The weight of his fingers on your tongue makes you yearn for something more, the thought of him standing up and claiming your mouth makes you clench and suck harder around his fingers. You note the way his eyebrow slightly raises as you do so.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, pretty girl,” he commands as he pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth slightly, before pulling them out completely.

“I want you to fuck my throat,” you say, voice barely above a whisper, “I want you to take whatever you want from me.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, “Later. I have the house to myself tonight and the thought of those pretty lips wrapped around my cock is fucking heavenly. But, right now, I want to bury myself in that gorgeous pussy.”

He stands up and slowly starts to unbuckle his belt, growing impatient after a few seconds and ripping it out of the belt loops. He places it down on your desk, his fingers lingering over his button before his hands drop down to his sides.

“Take out my cock,” he orders, “Show me how much you like it.”

You don’t hesitate. You immediately work on freeing him, popping the button and pulling his zipper down before shoving his pants down his legs. Your breath hitches at the sight of his rock hard cock throbbing in his boxers, and your fingertips dip into the waistband of them. You gulp as his cock bounces free, thick and leaking as it hangs between his legs. You move forward on your seat and grip the base of it with both hands, looking up at him as you bring the tip of him to your mouth and spit on him. You bring one of your hands up and begin smear his length with your spit before you start to pump him, and your cunt clenches around nothing when he gifts you with a groan, the sound travelling straight to your still pulsating clit.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “You like this? You like stroking my cock in your office?” His breath hitches as you squeeze tighter, “Look at those pretty little hands, they barely can fit around it.”

He grunts one more time before clasping his hands around yours. “If I bend you over this desk and fuck you with it, are you going to be able to keep that pretty little mouth quiet enough so no one catches us?”

You nod ferociously at the thought of him splitting you open on your desk, and without another word you stand up and position yourself over your desk. You look over your shoulder and watch as Marcus strokes his cock languidly whilst clearly enjoying the view of your glistening cunt, still dripping and waiting desperately to be filled.

“This is going to be hard and fast,” he murmurs as he lines himself up with you, gently pushing in the tip and smirking at the gasp you let out at the stretch of him. “Going to make you sit here dripping with my cum and lick it out of you when I get you back to mine later,” he teases as he starts to inch himself into you, loving the way your pussy is already fluttering and clamping down around him.

Fuck. He’s thick. Like really thick, you think to yourself as he completely sheaths himself into you, leaning down to pepper your neck with kisses as you get used to the fullness of him.

“Move,” you stutter after a few seconds, the need to feel him thrusting in and out of you growing stronger as his fingertips find your bundle of nerves, “Fuck me, Marcus.”

The pace he sets is indescribable, each thrust dragging against something devastatingly delicious inside of you, one of his hands pressed firmly against your mouth as you unconsciously spew a never-ending stream of moans. Two of your fingers replace his on your clit as he demands you continue rubbing it as he uses his free hand to grip your hip, pounding in and out of your heat with as much intensity as he can muster. The feeling of his cock nestled in your tight warm cunt makes him shudder in delight, and he knows he won't be lasting much longer. You rub your clit faster as your orgasm builds, and you hear Marcus hiss as you clamp down tight on around his cock before white hot pleasure explodes behind your eyes. Everything goes black and you start convulse with pleasure; you feel him continuing to pound in and out as you ride out your orgasm.

The room is filled with the sound of your pussy squelching as he thrusts in and out, his own groans growing louder as he begins to paint your walls with thick ropes of his cum.

His orgasm lasts a while, and with each thrust he fills you up more and more. When he finally finishes, he kisses your neck before pulling himself out of you.

His hands massage the full globes of your ass as he admires the image of your cunt dripping with your combined release; with two of his thick fingers he gathers up his spend that had leaked out of you and pushes it back inside.

“Keep it inside of you, and I'll keep my promise to lick it out later.” he says as he helps you back into your panties.

You pull them up and readjust your skirt and he tucks himself back inside his own pants.

You both stare at each other for a few moments as the significance of what just happened hits you both and you begin to blush a rosy pink as he scratches the back of his neck.

“That was…. unexpected,” he says after a while, “It was fucking fantastic but… unexpected.”

You agree with a nod and an awkward giggle.

“Look, I didn’t mean to attach that video,” he says as he rubs his chin, “My harddrive was attached to my computer and I was supposed to attach the handover sheet and I clicked that file that said hand clearly not paying enough attention. I am sorry.”

“Are you?” you reply a little quicker than you’re expecting to, “Are you sorry for what just happened?”

Marcus looks at you with those gorgeous puppy dog eyes and fights off a cheeky grin, “Not at all, but I don’t want you thinking this was planned or anything.”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, “And for what it’s worth, I don’t regret it either. Been wanting you since the first day I saw you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Marcus. Fuck. You’re gorgeous, you’re sweet and you’re so funny. I would be crazy not to want you,” you admit with a sheepish grin.

He blushes, he actually blushes, and you feel your heart just about melt in your chest. “Dinner after work? I think I also made a few promises I’d quite like to keep, if you want me to?”

“Dinner sounds perfect. And so does whatever you have planned for afterwards.”

“Excellent. I’ll meet you in the lobby?” He says as he walks towards the door and opens it, “Take you somewhere that’ll replenish your energy. You’re going to need it.”

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sirowsky · 1 year

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

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

--Daring to Dream--

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hm?” he hums right by your ear.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<<<<<<<THE END>>>>>>>

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pedros-husband · 10 months

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Masterlist

(All readers are MALE/ftm!)

Joel miller

-We’re gonna be okay

-headcannons

Din Djarin

- aftercare

- I hate your guts (not)

Javier Peña

Javi Gutierrez

- fix me up, buttercup (NSFW)

Marcus Moreno

- mornings

Frankie morales

Agent whiskey

- Rows and rings

Head cannons

-you feel bad about your scars

-you steal their clothes

-you have a big ass

-someone else flirts with you

-you get sick

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Twelve

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @ the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: More fanfic-ception and another Moreno cameo, and Javi being soft

Exhibitionism/Voyeurism (1.2k)

You were the one trapped in meetings today, your publishing house had called three times in a row so both of you opted to accept that it was likely an emergency, and he huffed softly as he got up to pace the length of the room. His eyes darted to where your laptop was sitting, you had given him permission to use the device while he waited since you had the Studio Ghibli films saved to the hard drive but he was worried that you would need to come back for it while on the phone with Maxie.

After a moment of debate he popped the lid open after bringing it back to the love seat, a wall of text from an open document the first thing he saw, and he felt his throat tighten a little as some of the words began to register.

‘Joaquin didn’t share, you didn’t mind since he was more than enough, but there were times you wondered what it might be like to have someone else in the room. You wouldn’t be averse to watching Joaquin with another man or woman, as long as it was consensual, but you were too nervous to even bother suggesting it.

You didn’t want him to think that you weren’t all in for him in any way, he had male partners in the past but you hadn’t asked exactly how long ago either, this thing between you felt far too new to press for information like that. The idea had been floating around in your mind after finishing the romance novel you’d brought for the trip, the fantasy historical setting created in a way that meant the lead female had to allow for someone to be in the room on her wedding night to ensure the wedding was consummated.

The idea of being watched, or watching, had stuck with you ever since.

“I apologize that I took so long, meetings are a nightmare.” His cheerful voice made you turn to look over as he stepped down into the hot tub, the expensive hotel you were in had a spa and hot tub that was strictly for big name and big money guests and he’d told you to take advantage. Seeing his broad chest exposed by the cut of his swim briefs made you almost wonder why you hadn’t been in the hotel room, wet and waiting for him instead, but he deserved a good long soak too.

“No need to apologize.” You made your way over and sank down in his lap, wet hands diving into his curls to hold his head where you wanted him as you stole into his mouth, his breathy croon into your moan echoed in the large and empty room. His hand had just slipped into your suit, fingers sliding up into your wet heat, when the door to the room opened; your head darted up to see a familiar face walking your way.

Everyone knew the superhero Marcus Moreno, your boyfriend had even met him several times, and you felt your boyfriend’s cock jump when the other man looked into the hot tub and saw just what he’d interrupted. You were ready to run, face hot with mild embarrassment, but Joaquin’s fingers curled and you couldn’t help the way you whimpered.

Your lashes fluttered shut at the sensation and your boyfriend let out a low hiss in your ear.

“Going to tattle on us, Moreno?”

“No.”

The other man’s voice was rasped and thick with tension, with desire, and you clenched around Joaquin’s fingers knowing that he was watching Marcus’ expression as the other man watched the two of you. It was honestly not what you’d expected, the coincidental situation, but complaining was the last thing on your mind as Joaquin scissored his fingers and circled your clit with his thumb.

“Called him down for you, saw what you were reading and decided to give you what you wanted, you want to put on a show? Make it a good one, cariño.”

“Joaquin-“

“Fuck you two are gorgeous.” Marcus’ interruption made you whimper, unable to comprehend that your boyfriend arranged this for you because he’d noticed your novel, and fuck if that wasn’t the biggest turn on.’

Javi couldn’t help but look up, expecting you to arrive any minute and catch him, and he knew he should minimize the document and go look for the movies but you were writing fanfiction.

About him.

All your reservations began to make sense, all the times you hesitated to tell him anything and how you’d been after his remark when he was costumed as Oberyn, and he felt that instant rush of guilt for stumbling on that knowledge like this. He minimized the document, fully intended to apologize, and was met with a far too familiar website opened and his icon in the bottom right.

Javi didn’t know what would be worse, the idea of asking for permission or forgiveness, and he decided that he’d violated your trust enough even if it was an accident. Closing the laptop lid and preparing to put it back, that way he could apologize before you found out any later than right away, and he chewed on his nail as he thought about the only DMs that he sent on the entire website.

He’d reached out to other authors, sure, but only one had responded to him recently and if he was right then it was entirely likely you’d both walked right into an idiots to lovers situation.

He might have laughed if he wasn’t the happiest fucking man on the planet right now buried under the layers of guilt and worry. But he couldn’t tell you, everything was making sense now why you avoided the topic about fanfiction with him, he knew that if he told you what he knew and how he learned it that you’d either get angry because you were upset he hadn’t closed the document out right away or you’d get angry because you were afraid of his reaction.

Javi felt like a bit of an asshole for this but he was going to have to leave a breadcrumb trail for you to figure out who he was first, that way the ball was in your court. He was more than aware of the financial imbalance between the two of you, even if he acted like it wasn’t there, it was why he had a tendency to tip-toe around things like taking you out or buying you gifts.

Fanfiction was still looked down on in most traditional media circles, hell there’d been an English television network that tried to convince writers to send in stories to have comedians reenact the fan writing with puppets, and there was a massive domination of new books being made that were fanfiction converted to original works. The reception of Fifty Shades of Grey certainly hadn't done fan writing any kind of favors, given its origins, so he was more than understanding about why you’d be terrified given that he was the subject of a lot of your writing.

It was a messy, convoluted, web and it would be wiser to confront you now but Javi just couldn’t do that.

People in his life left or they disappeared and he didn’t want a life without you in it.

He was scared.

So he'd let you figure him out first.

You never commented on how much more affectionate he was when he returned, content to let him read his screenplay to you while the pair of you lounged in bed, with the hope that his willingness to share his project with you would maybe lead you to do the same with him.

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