Summary:Marcus Moreno, head of the Heroics, meets Missy’s new teacher.
Word Count:1,881
Rating:G
Warnings: None, it’s a meet cute!
A/N:@creativekat and I came up with the idea to write a story together and see how it went. This is the result. We really enjoyed ourselves and will definitely be doing it again!
You stood at the small mirror above the sink in your classroom, double checking your appearance. You were dressed professionally but comfortably in a pair of fitted trousers, sweater, and ballet flats. Your hair was pulled away from your face, though you toyed with the idea of taking it out of its ponytail. You did that, but then decided it looked more “put together” pulled back. So, you gathered it at the back of your head and secured it once again.
Once you were satisfied with your appearance you took a deep breath and began to run through your motivational mantras, “You can do this. Sure, you aren’t a Heroic … but, that doesn’t make you’re unimportant. You have skills. You’re smart. You deal with kids five days a week. What’s a few meetings with their parents?” With a sigh, you added, “Their Heroic parents.”
My first post on tumblr and I thought it deserved to got to the author who’s writing got me on tumblr in the first place!! I absolutely love this series so far and cannot wait for more!!
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Thank you so so much for loving my work and loving on my blog I hope you have a wonderful upcoming week!
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Warnings: heavy petting, serious making out, unintentional piercing play
A/N:@the-purity-pen and I are so excited to share the next chapter!! Things are heating up and this ended up being our longest chapter yet!! We hope you enjoy and if you want to be added to the tag list let me know!!
Marcus’s hands were shaking and sweating as he drove to your house. He had no intentions of going inside in your house but when he offered to pick you up for the date you had bid on and won, you couldn’t help but smile and tell him yes.
At a nearby stoplight, he wiped his hands on the thighs of his suit pants. He opted to go semi-casual with suit pants and jacket but just a dark grey t-shirt underneath. Missy told him that a tie would be too much and she wanted him to be comfortable on his first real date in a long time.
When he finally pulled up to your house, he waited in the car for a minute to calm himself and remind himself that this was just a casual first date. Nothing serious had to come of it even if he had been crushing on you for nearly an entire year. He finally got the courage to go up to your door and give it a hearty knock.
You had gotten ready early, worried about making a bad impression by keeping Marcus waiting. So, you paced the living room of the small house you rented, trying to avoid walking to the hallway mirror to double check your appearance. You’d worn a dress and heels, though Marcus had told you it would be casual. The dress wasn’t fancy or anything, just a simple summery dress, which you paired with a cardigan sweater.
When you heard the knock on the door, you nearly jumped out of your skin, you were so keyed up. Taking a moment, you took a deep, calming breath and released it hoping Marcus wouldn’t notice how jittery you felt.
As you walked to the door, you couldn’t help but glance at your reflection. You actually felt pretty cute and paused to smile at yourself in the mirror. You grabbed your purse from the console table and answered the door. The sight of him took your breath away. People could rave all they wanted about Marcus Moreno’s Heroics gear, but you’d take him looking like this any day of the week. “Hi,” you breathed out.
Marcus was just as dumbfounded seeing you dressed like that. Your hair looked immaculate and your smile was heart-melting. He blinked a few times, taking in your form before he finally swallowed a large lump in his throat and croaked out a soft “hi.”
You smiled wryly, finding it adorable how flabbergasted he seemed. His hands were wringing together in front of him and you stepped forward to place your hand on his which calmed him. He looked up at you and felt his heart skip a beat from how close you were.
“You look wonderful,” you complimented him and his cheeks started to flush pink.
Marcus shook his head, as if to clear it, before responding, “So do you. Stunning, in fact.” He laughed self-consciously at the admission.
He turned, only let go of one of your hands, keeping the other firmly in his grasp as the two of you walked to his car. When you reached the passenger side door, he reached out to open the door and helped you into the seat before closing it and making his way around to his side.
You hadn’t really discussed where the date would take place. Marcus had simply said he wanted to surprise you and that it would be “casual”. Anticipation swelled within you and your mind raced with the possibilities of what was in store tonight. You noticed that Marcus drove very carefully and you appreciated the fact that his regular persona seemed to be all about care and protective nurturing. You supposed this was because his hero persona faced so many risks. He glanced over at you and smiled and you returned it easily.
Marcus finally pulled into the parking lot of the science center and you gave a soft gasp. Your secret passion was science and while you had adored many field trips to the science center over the years, somehow being here with Marcus was bound to be far more romantic and memorable.
As the two of you walked in, Marcus gave his name and the woman behind the counter gave you both paper bracelets that allowed access to every part of the center. His hand only left yours briefly to try to attach his bracelet but you giggled and helped him put his on. The close proximity had your pulse racing in your ears as you looked at his eyes when the bracelet was on all the way.
“Where are we going first?” you ventured in curiosity as you grabbed one of the center maps and unfolded it. It was much larger than the last time you had been there and you wondered what new exhibits had been added.
“How about the cute animals first?” Marcus asked as he started to walk backwards to lead you down the small hall to the exhibit. You bit your lip slightly when his eyes met yours, eyebrows slightly raised. It felt like he wanted to make you happy and your entire body warmed at the promise of what that meant.
“When I came here as a kid, they let us hold a tarantula.” You tilted your head proudly, “I was the only girl in my class who was willing to do it.”
Marcus returned to walking beside you and squeezed your fingers lightly, “I have no doubt. Any woman who can handle working with a bunch of pre-teen kids daily wouldn’t be fazed by a silly spider.”
As the two of you entered the first room of the animal exhibit you saw that several parrots were flying freely about the room and laughed out loud when a small blue and gold Macaw landed on Marcus’ head. “I think that one likes you.”
Marcus’s whole body froze when the bird landed on him but your words caused him to let out a short burst of laughter. “Well he’s not pecking my head so I guess so,” he answered with a small chuckle before the bird was flying off his head and landed on your shoulder.
“Hmmm, it seems like he has good taste in women too,” he said with a wink and you swear your heart leapt from your chest at the simple gesture.
After some more venturing through the reptiles and the “exotic” exhibit that showcased sloths this month, Marcus took your head again and led you down a narrow hall. Just then, a small group of children decided to rush past you. “Whoa!” Marcus exclaimed as he turned and caged you in against the wall, trying to stop the both of you from being trampled on by the tiny feet as they all yelled and hollered past you.
You felt Marcus’s body pressed against yours shielding you from danger and the air left your lungs. Your skin tingled at his proximity and as the tiny army of children made their way into the room you’d just left you took a moment to try and catch your breath. Licking your lips you lifted your gaze to look Marcus in the eyes and spoke softly, “Thank you… for saving my life.”
Marcus chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated from his chest to yours, causing more tingles throughout your body. You laughed with him and though you were feeling the humor of the situation, you also felt something else. A yearning for him.
He was feeling the same yearning as the two of you locked eyes in the narrow hallway. He hadn’t moved from his protective stance, even though the children had disappeared, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just startled.” As you spoke you realized how close his mouth was to yours. Either one of you could move slightly and you’d be kissing. He did just that and his lips were just brushing against yours when a voice from just outside the hallway broke the spell. You weren’t really alone and that was a stark reminder of the fact.
Marcus pulled away from you, clearing his throat, and you gave him a lopsided grin, “Remind me to thank you more thoroughly later.”
Moving together toward the next room, both of you reached for the other’s hand as Marcus replied, “I look forward to it.”
An hour later and you had explored the exhibits that were actually open. The last one to see what the constellation one but there was some time before the next show would start. You stood with Marcus, your fingers intertwined, your back against the wall near the entrance to the stargazing exhibit.
“Do you want a snack before we go in?” Marcus offered, gesturing down the hall a bit to the vending machines. You nodded with a smile and he led you over to grab a couple of snacks and a soda to share. You were surprised his taste in soda was similar to yours.
The two of you were ushered in and took your seats. Before the show even started, your eyes were looking up at the domed ceiling. “Oh! That one is my fave! Machina Electrica,” you said happily as you pointed to the faded star shape on the ceiling.
Marcus looked up to where you were pointed and squinted. “You can see that?” he asked and you chuckled.
“I just know where it would be based on how they run the shows. Usually they start by showing you the current set up of the stars based on the earth’s rotation and then they slowly slide you through the seasons to show how-” you looked over at Marcus to see him staring at you and immediately clamped your mouth shut. “I’m sorry. I’m such a nerd about this stuff and I-”
Marcus placed his hand over yours gently and interrupted your rambling. “I like it.” You had immediately stopped talking assuming he was getting annoyed by your overwhelming passion for the star exhibit. But, his words were like cupid’s arrow, piercing your heart. If you liked him before that was nothing compared to the fact that he said he liked your geeky rambling.
“Oh, well… umm, okay … good.” You felt your cheeks warming and Marcus smiled at you, thinking you look extra-beautiful with your shy smile and eyes shining with happiness. He felt the urge to kiss you again, but this was a public place and the seats were filling up quickly now that the show was close to starting.
The lights dimmed and suddenly the ceiling above resembled the clear night sky. Several kids in the audience made an “oooh” sound and Marcus heard you gasp, one palm covering your heart. “It never gets old,” you whispered, and he thought to himself, he would bring you here every day if he could just see that look on your face.
The show ended and the two of you walked out hand in hand. Your heart was racing from the pure excitement and beauty of the star show. Marcus found that his heart was racing as well but it wasn’t from watching the stars.
As the two of you walked out into the chilly evening air, you felt your body shiver slightly as you adjusted to the new temperature. Marcus moved closer to wrap his arm around your shoulders and rubbed at your arm lightly. “You okay?” he asked. You nodded and told him you were okay, just adjusting to the night air.
You both started to walk slower as you reached the car. Marcus let his arm slowly slide down your body and you turned to face him. “Do you have anything else fun planned?” you asked as you looked into his eyes. The softness of his smile nearly melted you into a puddle on the ground.
“One more stop,” he told you as a playful smile crossed his lips. “And, if you want, we can make a bet,” he offered, his voice dropping an octave as he took a step closer, his hand resting comfortably on your hip.
“Oh yeah? A bet on what?” you asked, the playful smile echoing to your own face.
“If I win, you come home with me for a night cap.”
“And if I win?”
“You get whatever you want.”
“How about a kiss?”
“We don’t have to wait for that,” he said, his lips now brushing against yours before his hand came to the side of your face and his lips pressed against yours softly. Your hands came up to rest on his lower back as your mouth opened for him. Your tongue pressed against his in a sultry dance, pleading for more.
You pulled away long enough to say, “I guess I’ll have to think of something else if I win then.” Your mouth searched for his again for another kiss. Your body stirred with longing to be closer to him than you already were, to feel his hands on your intimate places, to feel his breath against your skin.
You both seemed to realize you were still in the science center parking lot and pulled apart reluctantly. “I’m not sure I can think of anything better than that though.” You could, but it was best to keep those thoughts to yourself right now. Marcus pulled you close to his side as he unlocked the passenger door for you, then teased you with another slow drag of his lips across yours. Eyes closed, you attempted to follow his mouth as it retreated.
As you settled into the seat, you could feel your body’s reaction to him. And he hadn’t even used his power on you. He hadn’t known what he was doing the previous two times. You wondered what would happen if you told him about your piercing and how he could control them. Again, a conversation for another time.
As he slid into the driver’s side, you asked, “So, any hints as to where we’re going? Other than it involves one of us winning something?” You smiled sexily in his direction. He looked over at you and narrowed his eyes a bit in a big smile.
“It’s a game. That involves a ball. Or two,” he offered simply before changing his attention to the car to start it up and take off. He drove for a few minutes but his hand rested on his thigh, his fingers tapping nervously as he drove down the freeway.
Your eyes caught the movement and you turned and placed your hand gently over his, your palm resting against the back of his hand, your fingers slowly interlocking with his. As he pulled off the next exit and waited at the red light, he pulled your hand up to kiss the back of it softly, lingering his lips against your skin.
Your heart raced at the gentle moment before he was placing your hand and his back down to his thigh as he took off towards the miniature golf course. You immediately let out a laugh when the sign came into view. “Petey the Pirate’s mini golf?” you asked with a laugh and Marcus just smiled brightly and nodded.
You laughed, a bright unfiltered sound, “I don’t think I’ve been here since high school!” It probably hadn’t been quite that long, but back then you’d spent a lot of hours at the mini-golf course. Not that you were going to admit that to Marcus Moreno. “So… whoever wins mini-golf gets to choose how the night ends, eh?” Glancing at your date, you wink at him then laughed again.
Marcus grinned, “I take it I chose well when planning this date?”
“Oh yes, you’re two for two so far, Mr. Moreno.” You had been having a great time and it seemed like every time you thought the day couldn’t get any better, Marcus surprised you. Your heart raced just thinking about how he’d planned this special night for you and he’d gotten everything so perfect.
He got out of the car and rushed around to open the door for you. The two of you walked hand in hand toward the booth that sold the balls and putters and you couldn’t help but laugh giddily in anticipation. Taking your putter and ball, you bit your lip looking at Marcus, “You should know that I’m … not very good at this game.”
After paying the guy for the balls and putters, Marcus looked to you as he waited for his change with a raised eyebrow. The way you bit your lip was instantly driving him crazy but he cleared his throat and turned back to get his change before grabbing his putter.
“Yeah? Well, erm,” he cleared his throat again, “Maybe I can show you some tips and tricks,” he offered nervously, trying to sound smoother than he actually was. He nearly tripped over the little divider between the entrance walkway and the first green.
He straightened himself up and you found yourself snickering quietly. “Alright, alright. Let’s get to it so we can see what happens with our bet,” he said playfully as he set his ball down and took in a deep breath. He felt a familiar vibration through his hands as he guided the putter exactly where he wanted it to go to land the ball just outside the pocket.
You watched as Marcus lined up his shot and then the ball zipped it’s way toward the hole, stopping just short of dropping in. You looked at the ball then looked at him and raised your eyebrow, “I can see my work is cut out for me.”
You dropped the ball onto the little dark circle that marked the tee. Looking down the astroturf lane, you lined up your shot. In truth, you could easily make this shot. You’d practically lived at Petey’s as a kid, but you wanted Marcus to win. Not to make him feel good about himself. You knew he wasn’t the kind of man to care about that stuff. But, the more time you spent with him the better that night cap sounded.
So, you lined up the shot, then hit it just to the left of where you wanted it to go with more effort than the putt required. The ball overshot the hole and bounced hard off the little wall that lined the hole and stopped halfway back to its origin. “I might need that help,” You snickered.
Marcus’s gaze snapped back to you after having watched your ball go too far and bounce back. He was smirking but trying to hide it, trying not to make fun of you for being so bad on such an easy first shot. He nodded with a tight smile before moving closer to you. He leaned down and grabbed the ball and placed it just to the right of the mark instead of directly on it.
“Okay, first. Don’t trust the tee mark,” he told you as he stood up and turned towards you with a smile. He moved beside you to place his putter against the little fence to store it there. He turned back towards you and rubbed his palms together. “Alright. Show me your stance,” he told you and you stared at him for a moment with a cocked eyebrow. He laughed before moving to mimic as if he were holding the putt. “How you stand. You know, like this?”
You moved your feet apart, showing off a decent stance for mini-golf. Marcus nodded, “That’s good… but you don’t have a good grip on your putter.” He walked over to you, placing himself behind you. A slow smile spread across your face. He was doing exactly what you’d hoped he would. He began to manipulate your limbs, placing your arms where he thought they needed to be. Everywhere he touched you seemed to burn in reaction.
Then Marcus’ arms wrapped around you, placing his hands over yours. His torso was pressed to your back and you practically moaned. You managed to keep the sensual sound to yourself. Marcus’ hands were tender, but you could feel the exact moment his powers manifested, working their magic on the putter in both your hands. The magnetic sensation tugged lightly at your piercings and this time you couldn’t help yourself. You whimpered quietly, feeling the vibration in your nipples and your clit. Suddenly your knees were weak.
Marcus didn’t hear you the first time but he absolutely heard you the second time as he swung your arms together and hit the ball. It bounced off the back wall gently, landing just a few inches away from his own ball. But he didn’t move. He felt like he couldn’t. His body was vibrating in a whole new way with the noise you were making. “A-are you.. Okay?” Marcus asked in your ear, his hands still covered yours over the putter.
Your lips curled into themselves as you nodded slowly. You couldn’t find the words to tell the man that you were on an official first date with that his superhero powers were tingling the piercings in your tits and clit. Marcus leaned a bit closer and his lips barely grazed the shell of your ear as he spoke again. “If you’re sure,” he spoke softly as he pulled away from you. You bit your lower lip, trying to stifle the whine you were tempted to let out from the loss of contact with him. All you could think about was being close to him, all the time.
Marcus was just as affected and immediately turned around to grab his putter and took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself. He knew he liked you, and from the way things were going, it was very clear that you liked him back. But was it appropriate to get that physical on the first date? It had been too long since his last first date but he was pretty sure that the sounds you were making were not ones he had made anyone make on a first date.
You watched him collect himself. He had turned away and part of you wondered if you’d done something wrong. It wasn’t like you’d been able to control your reaction to him. And it wasn’t like he’d intended to turn you on like he did. He didn’t even know about your piercings, so you knew he hadn’t meant to tweak them. When he’d been standing behind you, it had felt like maybe you were having an affect on him as well.
Finally, he turned back to you and smiled, “Next hole is the Cave of Mystery!” Marcus added a spooky element to his voice when he said the name making you giggle. You were quickly figuring out that he was kind of a goofball, in the very best way. The more time you spent in his presence the more you liked him. As his daughter’s teacher, you told yourself you shouldn’t feel this way about him, but you couldn’t resist the desire to get closer.
As you walked to the next hole, he took your hand once again sending a ripple of pleasure throughout you. The cave entrance loomed in front of you and as you both stepped inside, you commented, “I hope you aren’t afraid of the dark.”
“If I was afraid of anything, I likely wouldn’t be the world’s greatest superhero,” he replied playfully as he set his ball down to take his first shot. The ball bounced the corner and disappeared around a cave wall and he hoped it didn’t land in the sand trap.
He stepped to the side and turned towards you. “Do you need help on this one too?” he asked, feeling his heart ramp up in rhythm at the thought of being closer to you again.
You smiled wryly at him with a small shrug of your shoulders. “If you wouldn’t mind,” you offered quietly and took your place. Marcus took a moment and came up behind you again to hold you and guide your ball. The familiar vibrations ran down your body and you bit your lower lip with a soft moan again. The ball bounced just the same as his ball had done and around the cave wall it went.
But Marcus didn’t move except to put his face closer to your cheek. You could feel his light scruff tickling your cheek and you felt your body heat up at the closeness again. His breath was warm as it fanned over your skin and you could have sworn his lips had pursed to kiss the shell of your lightly. Before you could think about that or even react to it, he’d pulled back, “We should see where our balls went.”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing at what he’d said. Spending all day with pre-teens meant your sense of humor sometimes took a dive into low-brow territory. This didn’t escape Marcus’s attention however and he chuckled lightly, “Can you even play mini-golf without everything sounding dirty?”
Finally letting loose with a soft giggle-snort, you shook your head, “I don’t think so. Unless maybe you’re a saint.”
Marcus gave you a look, his gaze full of heat and replied, “I’m not a saint,” as he pulled you around the corner. The light was much dimmer here. You remembered this had been a popular make out spot for the kids in your class when you’d been in high school. It was private and you could always hear when people were coming so getting caught was easy to avoid.
As soon as the memory had formed in your head, Marcus was turning you into his body and kissing you again, his hand gently gripping the back of your head. Stepping back, you found yourself pressed to the uneven wall of the “cave”. You moaned deeply into his mouth as your hands ran over his ribcage and over his hips so you could cup his ass.
Marcus’s lips slotted against yours and he groaned when your hands found his ass. He pressed you more against the wall, his hand sliding to your jaw to hold your face. His other hand slid up from your waist and tentatively explored over your stomach before sliding up over your breast.
Within an instant, his hand was buzzing with power and his palm attracted something hard from under your thin shirt. A piercing? His mind whirred with lust as he broke from the kiss for air and moved his lips down to your neck.
His hand on your breast placed his power directly where it could have the most effect and you responded immediately, making a sound between a gasp and a moan. Marcus continued to pull and twist gently at your nipple piercing, making you whimper softly, as he suckled at the curve of your neck. You were on the verge of coming already and he hadn’t even found your other piercing. As if reading your mind, he pulled away from your neck long enough to whisper in your ear, “What other surprises do you have for me?”
Jaggedly, you replied, “Why don’t we … say you won … and we can go … to your … place … and you can … find out?”
You looked around the large rented ballroom and shook your head nervously. You had brought up the idea of taking the kids out on field trips to facilitate their learning and the Heroics school board had decided to hold a fundraiser to help take this from an idea to reality. You hadn’t imagined that they might opt to raise said funds by auctioning off dates with the Heroics themselves. Since the event would be opened to the public, it couldn’t be held at HQ (a logistical nightmare) so a local Events Center had been the next best option. Now, as you watched the room beginning to fill with people you could see why. This was, apparently, the event of the century.
Soft classical music was being piped in from speakers in the corners of the room as people mingled, getting drinks from the bar. Your students were all wearing black outfits and acting as greeters and coat-checkers so the gathering masses would see just who their money would be helping. You quickly realized, for some here, it wouldn’t matter where the money was going. A night on the town with one of the Heroics was a hot commodity.
This fic is very much dedicated to my beautiful, talented, lovely, always kind @honestly-shite on their birthday. Happiest birthday to you, my sweet Maia! I know this is early but I’m horrid with dates and honestly, what’s wrong with spending the whole entire week celebrating one of the best people I know!
Maia- You are kind and supportive and funny as hell, and you never ever fail to make me smile! Happy Birthday! I love you so fricking much!
I actually had to stop in the middle of this to keep myself from crying. It’s not bad tears, but good ones I swear! There is something so beautiful and tender and fragile here that I guess all the emotions caught up to me.
You truly have a way with words, I remember having similar feels when I reading Like a River. You capture the love and all their vulnerabilities and strengths so so well. I just need someone wrap in all the love these three have between them.
This right here sums up these two beautiful men for me:
Absolutely wonderful and lovely, thank you for sharing this ❤️
M-
This reblog made me tear up!
It’s such a duality with these three, because it is honestly some of the most filthy porn I’ve ever written, but the love and tenderness I have for these characters and they have for each other is so so important to me. I’m so glad that you can find comfort in reading it just as the same I find in writing it.
Thank you so much for reading and for this lovely reblog.
Summary: Working as tech support at Heroics headquarters was a chance for you to grab a toehold and maybe auto-correct the state of arrested development you seem to have found yourself. Meeting the head of the whole damn team and falling in love with him had not been on your checklist.
Pairings: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader
WC: 5.2k
Rating: 18+ Smut. Fingering (female receiving), handjob, oral (male receiving), masturbation. Strong physical violence, Mentions of death, strained parental relationships, and curse words. The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
“She’s resting, Mami,” Marcus whispers, using his wide stance to block his mother entrance to his home. “You can meet her another time. Maybe not right after she was the victim of a violent bank robbery.”
“Mijo, you cannot hide this girl from me forever. I mean I still have access to the Heroics files. It’s not like I don’t already know enough,” Anita teases, trying to peak around her son’s shoulder.
“Really, Mom, you think that’s appropriate?”
She shrugs one shoulder, unperturbed by her son’s insinuation. Missy comes running down the steps at that moment, and Marcus says a silent thank you to his late wife that they made this beautiful child with her serendipitous knack of interrupting grown-ups.
This fic is very much dedicated to my beautiful, talented, lovely, always kind @honestly-shite on their birthday. Happiest birthday to you, my sweet Maia! I know this is early but I’m horrid with dates and honestly, what’s wrong with spending the whole entire week celebrating one of the best people I know!
Maia- You are kind and supportive and funny as hell, and you never ever fail to make me smile! Happy Birthday! I love you so fricking much!
Poorly Wired Circuit Chapter 10 or “if I’ll ever be fearless”
Pairings: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader
WC: 4.1k
Rating: 18+ No smut this chapter, but we allude to it. So rating is just gonna stay this way from here on out. Strong physical violence, Mentions of death, strained parental relationships, and curse words. The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
You jerk awake and instantly regret it for the pain in your head, neck chest, shit.
There’s a ringing somewhere- is it still in back in the dream? Are you?
You blink slowly, rub at your eyes, and urge your heartbeat to slow to something manageable.
The ringing doesn’t stop, and some small part of you remembers that cell phones are a thing. Yours is sitting on its charging station, a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol next to it, a post-it note stuck to your glasses folded neatly on the bedside table. Marcus’s scrawling handwriting asking you to take two, drink the water, and call when you wake up.
Parings: Marcus Moreno x OFC (Techie/Sarah Bailey)
WC: 4.3K
Rating: 18+ TW: Unprotected P in V, finger, thigh riding. Smut. There’s just a lot of smut. AND FEELINGS. And even some plot. Strong physical violence, mentions of death, mentions of smutty times, strained parental relationships, cursing. The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
Special thanks to my beta @pippki-writes who never fails on the good advice and continues to read through whatever this thing is turning into.
The time alone had been put to good use. Two days, soft and muted, bodies and minds resetting into neutral colors and tepid tones. A cream-colored fairness. A step past the veracity of your relationship to something comfortable and regular. With no one else around, the days were serene and placid, gentle hands in your hair, tenderly brushing against bare skin, knowing exactly how the other’s heart was held. Two days of pretending superheroes and paperwork and computers didn’t exist. Two days filled with late nights and quiet mornings, clothing falling under the category of optional. There had been hours of exploration, fingers mapping endless spans of skin, finding new ways to make the other fall to the mattress, panting and begging, gifting that sweet release of pleasure again and again. In the between there had been quiet moments, patches of silence mingling comfortably with stretches of confessions big and small.
Oh, poor babies… They’re both struggling so bad with that need for confirmation. If only they dared to say it. I’m so excited to see what comes of all the little puzzle pieces you spread out along the way
Summary:Working as tech support at Heroics headquarters was a chance for you to grab a toehold and maybe auto-correct the state of arrested development you seem to have found yourself. Meeting the head of the whole damn team and falling in love with him had not been on your checklist.
Pairings: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader
WC:3.4k
Rating: M, Mentions of death, strained parental relationships, and curse words. Eventual smut. The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
When you told Marcus that Heroics kept tech support in the basement and you referred to yourself as the headquarters troll, he had assumed it was a joke. What he was quickly learning about you is that most of your jokes were almost always based around a nugget of truth. Tech support actually was housed in the basement. He had gone to Tech-No for confirmation, lying through this teeth that he just needed a new mouse. His lie was pathetically thin when he remembered almost instantly that he was holding two cups of coffee. It wasn’t that he was hiding you. If he was honest, what he really wanted to do was run up and down the halls of every floor of the building screaming out his joy. But he wasn’t ready to share you with anyone else. This thing was still so beautifully new, a thin plate of crystal clear glass, and Marcus was afraid if he moved too quickly, he’d stumble and drop it to the ground, shattering this lovely new something into thousands of pieces.
“I’m sure if you call support, someone will just bring you a new mouse man,” Tech-No says with a smirk, one eyebrow cocked a little too high.
Ah! Yes! They are so in for each other! Thank you for reading!
I love them! Catching up on some writing of my own, so reading is sporadic right now, I think I’ve gotten to ch. 17 with these darlings. But I’m getting back to them as soon as I can ❤️
Rating: M, Fuck ton of introspection, TW for shitty parental relationships. Other than that, standard warnings remain in place: Strong physical violence, Mentions of death, strained parental relationships, cursing. The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
NOTES: Fair warning, this chapter will read differently then the others. We spend a lot more time in Techie’s head than we have in the past, and as I’ve alluded to in other posts, this is en emotional chapter. Thank you as always to @pippki-writes who is always ready and willing to beta a fic for a movie she’s never seen starring an actor she is not obsessed with. It might be one of the more ridiculous things I’ve asked her to do in the course of our friendship. Also thank you to my dearest @honestly-shite who got a preview of this chapter and talked me off the ledge.
Marcus is certain at this point; he is one hundred percent, bet on black, pigs cannot fly, for sure certain that he will die in this conference room. Almost four hours last night. Going on two tonight, and the end is nowhere in sight.
Rating: 18+ SMUT, Unprotected P in V (wrap it up people!). So rating is just gonna stay this way from here on out. Strong physical violence, Mentions of death, strained parental relationships, cursing, and GASP-Plot Development! The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
NOTES: Thanks to my brilliant beta on this chapter @pippki-writes She writes the most amazing original fiction and still continues to listen my silly stories about this children’s movie. And thank you to @librariantothejedi for also beta’ing for me. She’s an angel who has my whole heart. Also apologies for it being, what, 3 weeks between postings? I got distracted by hammocks and fall prompts and Dr. Djarin in a bathroom bar. Chapter notes at the end.
I’m sorry you struggled with this chapter, love, but from a reader’s perspective I can’t find anything wrong with it. I can feel that something’s brewing, details lingering in the back of my mind, knowing that they connect to something, and I’m so eager to learn where you’re taking me
Rating: 18+ SMUT, Unprotected P in V (wrap it up people!), Oral sex (male receiving). So rating is just gonna stay this way from here on out. Strong physical violence, Mentions of death, strained parental relationships, cursing, and GASP-Plot Development! The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
And a new title card for a new vibe.
Additional Notes: This is the first chapter where I really acknowledge the change from reader to true OC. I have touched on the specific why’s here.
NOTES: I want to take a minute to say the biggest thank you to @disgruntledspacedad This chapter was a sticking point for me and I grumbled at it a lot. Jay, a true goddess and friend did not hesitate to offer advice and constructive thoughts. I’m so proud of this chapter and it wouldn’t have happened without her help. Also thanks to @librariantothejedi and @jazzelsaur for your gentle kicks and forehead kisses. Love you!
When morning comes, and Marcus opens his eyes to see you still curled up against him he can’t help the sigh of relief that leaves him. The entirety of last night had been nothing short of perfection, start to finish, and a part of him was terrified it was a delirious fever dream, that he would wake up, transported back to a time where he was alone, the simple act of existing the only thing keeping him going. Your cheek is smashed against his bare chest, mouth open, all traces of worry wiped from your face. He’s shared a bed with you only a handful of times, but this is by far the most relaxed you’ve ever looked, all traces of pain and anxiety wiped clean from your features, and he can’t help the swell of pride that pools deep in his belly at the accomplishment.
Poorly Wired Circuit Chapter 11 or “Playing Tetris, Bodies on the Mattress”
Parings: Marcus Moreno x Female Reader
WC: 5.4k
Rating: 18+ SMUT, P in V, Oral sex (male and female receiving) Body fucking Worship. So rating is just gonna stay this way from here on out. Strong physical violence, Mentions of death, infertility issues, strained parental relationships, and curse words. The movie may have been for children. This fic is definitely not.
And a new title card for this very special episode.
“So where’s Missy tonight?” You ask, leaning against the counter, watching Marcus as he pours whiskey into a cocktail shaker.
“She is at a sleepover with some girls from her swim team.” Marcus had hardly believed it himself when Missy had told him her plans for the evening when he casually began fishing if she would mind another night at her grandmother’s. He suspected there was an additional influence at play here. One that was currently letting her fingers dance across the drink ingredients laid out on the countertop.
