Suits | Marcus Moreno

suits | marcus moreno

pairing: marcus moreno x f!reader

warning: flirtation everywhere and marcus is a little shit.

a/n: first marcus fic… he has the entirety of my heart.

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You take a sip of your coffee as you walk down the main corridor inside Heroics headquarters – balancing a second coffee and a file full of paperwork in the other hand. You hear the clatter of your heels against the marble floors which only makes you want to get to your destination quicker. Marcus gifted you the shoes for your anniversary and now you began to regret not wearing them around the house to break them in. You finally see your destination’s door when a certain little bundle of joy stops you in your tracks.

“Good morning, Missy. You look cute in that new jacket.”

Missy beams at you for noticing her new leather jacket her father begged to pick out.

“Good morning! Your shoes are cute, but I know you’re dying inside aren’t you?”

You nod and pout at the observant young lady. “Can you tell?”

“You’re walking faster than usual and you aren’t walking in that stride thing you do.”

“What stride thing?”

“You walk like you’re Beyoncé herself. You walk so confidently!”

You laugh and shake your head. You can’t believe Missy had the audacity to compare you to Beyoncé. How dare she insult the Queen like that! You’ve known Missy since she was a baby. You and Marcus were teammates when you both were still out of the field. When Missy’s mother passed away, you immediately jumped in to help Marcus raise her. You talked to her about private things she didn’t want to talk to her father about – periods, safe sex, and dating.

It didn’t take long for you to catch feelings for Marcus and vice versa. You decided you didn’t want to dance around the idea because you knew the way Marcus functioned. You noticed his lingering touches while the two of you hung out and the spontaneous compliments he directed your way no matter what you were doing. You both agreed to keep it hidden from Missy until Marcus could talk to her about him dating again.

It only took Missy two weeks to clock the blossoming relationship. While at dinner at Anita’s house, Missy took it upon herself to inform her grandmother about her father and her father’s best friend – at the dinner table. Marcus choked on his enchilada and you nearly spit out your drink. You knew that Missy was highly intelligent, but you both thought you were being sneaky! She had Wild Card hack into the HQ security cameras and she saw the two of you holding hands in his office. Now you’re thankful you and Marcus have never had sex in his office… that would’ve been really awkward.

“I do not walk like Beyoncé.”

“Whatever you say.” She laughs at that. She always liked to poke fun at you – especially after Marcus proposed. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a Kleenex. She grabs your coffee out of your hand and places the tissue and sets the coffee back on top. “You’re going to need that once you step into dad’s office.”

You look at her with utter confusion. “Why would I need a tissue? I’m just dropping off forms that need his signature. That’s what he gets for accepting the position of director.” Missy laughs and puts a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with a knowing look.

“You’ll need it to wipe your drool.” With that she lets out a loud laugh and walks towards Guppy who is waiting for her at the opposite side of the corridor. You walk into Marcus’ office and you jaw drops. You look at the Kleenex, mentally thanking Missy.

There Marcus was in a white button-down shirt – top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up with his glasses set aside on the desk . He wore a pair of brown and tan windowpane fitted dress pants that made his ass look fantastic. His leather jacket is slung on the grey couch with his beloved katanas framed right above it, well one of them. His brown shoes looked clean, but he looked exhausted. Hot, but exhausted. Missy knew you loved seeing her dad like this.

You walk over a gently put your coffees and paperwork down at the edge of his desk. Your poor fiancé has his head buried in his hands, so you decide to stand behind him and warp our arms around him. He turns to look behind him and smiles when he sees you.

“Hi baby.” He tilts his head up and purses his lips awaiting a kiss. You happily oblige and give a deep kiss. You swallow his groans as he swivels his chair. His hands dart to your hips and drags them down to your ass. He gives it a quick squeeze and pulls you so you straddle him on his chair.

You caress his face and give his cheek a quick kiss. “Is my poor baby tired? I haven’t seen you out this office all morning.”

“It’s about to be noon, my love.”

“Yeah, and you’ve been holed up in this office since 6:30am. You’ve been working too hard all week.” He shrugs and buries his face in your neck. He starts giving you wet kisses and works his way over to your throat. He kisses up to your jaw and bites your chin.

“I can’t wait for us to get married, you know that?” He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You smile and squish his cheeks to give him a big kiss. He admires your engagement ring as he remembers the day he proposed with Missy’s help. He’s thankful that Missy supports him getting married again. He’d do anything for his daughter – even if that meant being alone. He would never put anyone above her, and you knew that. Of course it was never a problem because you also put Missy above everything and she doesn’t take advantage of that fact.

A knock on the glass door interrupted his thought. You immediately scramble off his lap and stand next to him as if nothing happened. His assistant pops her head in to remind her boss about his uniform fitting on the second floor in five minutes. You look at him and smirk. He knew that look anywhere.

“You have a uniform fitting?” He narrows his eyes and kisses the tip of your nose.

“I got over the way the my old tac vest looked on me. They decided it was best to have a new suit just in case.” You widen your eyes as you gently push him.

“What do you mean you don’t like the tactical vest!? I love that on you!” You pout as he laughs at you. He reaches for you and pulls you by your hips. He lowers his mouth to your ear.

“I’m not getting rid of it baby,” he whispers. “I’m getting a new design. One that looks more put together and has buckle clips on the front of it too.” With that he kisses your ear. He knows you liked the clips on the top of the vest – now you had more of them to play with.

He lets go of you, and walks over to grab his coffee you brought him. He begins to walk away, leaving you standing in his office. He looks back at you and holds his hand out to you.

“You comin’? I need someone to test out its durability. I have to make sure it won’t break when you yank it to get your way.” He winks at you and you walks over to him. “Oh by the way,” he says. “The security cameras had to get sent off to be fixed. Someone must have cut the wires.” You realize what he meant. There was only one katana on the wall. You let out a giggle and give him a shove. “You cheeky bastard.” He just puts an arm around your shoulders and walks to the elevator.

You wished you can get mad at him, but you just can resist – not when he looks good in both business and superhero suits.

basically everyone calling din an expensive bitch

Comments/threats about Din’s armor (requested by anonymous)

i love this.

déjà vu - oneshot

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader Rating: M Word count: 2,817 Notes: I’ve had this idea since the trailer first dropped, but tweaked it a little bit after watching the movie. I had fun with the movie and I had fun writing for a new character, too. Warnings: Implied/referenced sex, pining, mentions of death/grieving process

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i’m i really going to work on maroon pt 2 right now so it can be posted tomorrow?

yes.

Here’s the trifecta- angst, smut, and fluff (a long one lol) Frankie has been in love with you for years. As much he valued you as his friend, he couldn’t help this pit in his heart growing every moment he wouldn’t tell you he loved you. After you get a promotion you two get drinks to celebrate, one thing leads to another and you wake up naked beside each other in his bed. You two immediately take the route of pretending like it never happened. But inevitably days after he breaks into tears telling you he loves you. Even if you don’t feel the same he’ll never regret that night. Even as he accepts you’ll reject him. Which you don’t. You tell him you feel the same, that night you two decide to make it your real first time together. Frankie touches you and holds you and kisses you without restraint like before. Expect sober, and completely emotionally aligned in the love you two finally could admit.

Is it pathetic that this made me burst into tears?

Pairing: Francisco 'Catfish' Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, confessions of love, fluff

A/N: This is one of the best prompts ever, anon. Thank you for sending it in!

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Frankie smiles as you tell him about your day over the phone. He just loves hearing your voice. He loves that he's always the first person you call whenever something important happens.

He loves you.

For the longest time he's tried to tell himself that he didn't love you, but he couldn't lie to himself anymore. He is in love with you and you'll never know.

You'll never know.

Why? Because he is afraid of ruining what you two have--a friendship that has stood the test of time. You two have been through everything together and he isn't about to ruin that because of his bleeding heart, because he can't control his stupid emotions.

Besides it's not like you feel the same. You're career-oriented. You're about to get the promotion you have been waiting for and...you probably won't even have time for him anymore.

"Frankie, are you listening?" you ask him over the phone and he snaps back to reality.

"Y-Yeah. What's up?"

"I said I got the promotion! We gotta celebrate! Drinks on me tonight at our favorite spot, okay?!" You laugh and it makes him smile even bigger. "Meet me at 7."

"Okay. Sounds good," he says. You say your goodbyes and hang up. He sighs and closes his eyes. "Okay."

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Frankie sits at the bar waiting for you. He had a feeling you'd run a little late but he doesn't mind waiting. He'd wait forever for you.

"Frankie!" you call when you walk into the bar. He takes one look at you and feels his heart skip a beat. You wave excitedly as you walk over to him and he waves awkwardly. The hug you give him takes his breath away in the best way.

"Congrats," he says happily. You pull away and kiss his cheek.

"I'm so happy! Sorry I'm late, by the way. I had to run home and change." You order shots for the both of you.

"You can be as late as you want." He smiles then lifts the shot glass. "To my amazing friend and the smartest person I know."

"Oh, stop it," you laugh, tapping your glass to his then downing the shot. You make a face and Frankie laughs. "Another? Another!"

One drink turned into three or four and you were never one to hold your liquor well. Before things get too crazy, Frankie walks you to his truck and helps you in. Before he can close the door, you grab his face.

"I ever tell you how handsome you are, Francisco," you say.

"You've had too much to drink." He closes the door and walks to his side to get in.

"My car," you exclaim.

"We'll come get it tomorrow." He pulls onto the road. "You'll stay with me tonight since I'm closer. I shouldn't even be driving myself."

"I won't tell anyone." You tap his arm.

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At his place, you two sit and reminisce about everything. He watches you. God, he loves you. He loves the way you gesture when you talk and the way you laugh. He loves how you blink slowly when you're drunk. He loves that you're sitting so close to him. So close he can smell the perfume you're wearing. It was one of your favorite scents.

And your lips are pressed to his. You're kissing him. He's kissing you back. Goddamn, you taste good. You're in his lap now and he reacts to you immediately. He's had dreams about this, about the way you would look and sound as he made love to you.

Now you're in his bed and wearing less clothing than before. What the hell happened to your clothes? Doesn't matter. He has to make sure though. He has to even if that means he has to stop kissing your delicious lips.

"Should we stop?" he asks and you shake your head.

"Don't you fucking dare," you whimper before kissing him again.

"Are you sure?" He pulls away and looks down at you, disheveled and oh so sexy.

"I'm sure, Frankie. Please."

"God, forgive me," he mumbles, looking up to the ceiling before setting his eyes on you again. "I want you so fucking bad."

That's all it takes. One little confession. Well, not the confession but one of them. And then he's naked and you're naked. You're on top of him, riding him, and he's in fucking heaven. He has to be dead. There's no way this is actually happening. How do you feel so fucking good?

No, it's real because he's touching you and you're responding to his touch. Then his fingers are in your mouth as you swirl your hips on him. God, that's fucking hot.

Not long after that, he's on top of you giving you his all and you take it, you take all of him. You cry out his name and he groans yours.

When he collapses beside you, he wants to say it so badly but you roll out of bed to go use the bathroom. By the time you get back, he's lost the confidence to say it. You lie there staring at the ceiling until you eventually fall asleep. Frankie puts his arm around you and eventually falls asleep himself.

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In the morning, you groan at the sunlight coming through the window and...

...this isn't your bed. This isn’t your room. You roll over and are face-to-face with Frankie. Your friend Frankie.

"Oh fuck," you whisper. When you move your legs, you realize how sore you are. "Fuck," you say a little louder. Frankie moves in his sleep and you grimace as you try to get out of bed as quietly as possible.

Suddenly, he sits up then holds his head. He turns slowly to find you standing there in nothing but your panties.

"H-Hey...uh..." You search around his room for the rest of your clothes. You avoid eye contact for as long as you can.

"You wanna get break-"

"No! I mean...I have a lot of work to do. I need to get back to my car." You smile awkwardly and walk out the room.

Frankie’s heart sinks as he rolls out of bed and gets dressed quickly. When he leaves the room he's sure he'll find you in the living room but you're not there. In a panic, he checks the bathroom, the kitchen, then opens the front door and finds you sitting on the porch swing. Even with your messy hair and disheveled clothes you look like a goddess.

"So, we-"

"I can't talk about it, Frankie. I'm sorry. I just can't." It isn't that you regret what happened, but...it's a long story.

"Right. I'll take you to your car."

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The ride to your car is quiet and seems longer than it did last night. You know he wants to say something but you're kind of happy he doesn't.

He pulls up next to your car and you're about to hop out when you feel his hand on your arm.

"Are we just gonna pretend that never happened?" he asks and you can hear the pain in his voice.

"I think that's the best thing, don't you?" You don't even turn to look at him. You can't. If you do surely you'll end up in tears. "See you, Frankie." You get out and close the door before quickly getting in your car and covering your face. "Please drive away, please drive away..." you say quietly. When you uncover your face, Frankie’s truck is gone and tears fill your eyes.

"Fuck," you mumble.

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This is not how things were supposed to go. You spend the next few days crying yourself to sleep and Frankie does the same. He feels as though he needs to give you space but he misses you. He misses his friend. So much it hurts.

You check your phone constantly but the messages and calls you get are never from him. You tell yourself that you have ruined things once and for all. That is until you come home from work one day and find Frankie’s truck parked in your driveway. You take a few deep breaths before stepping out and find him leaning against the side of the truck. You just nod towards your house once and he follows.

Inside, you both stare at each other. You offer him a drink which he smartly turns down.

"We need to talk," he says and you nod in agreement. He doesn't even wait for you to sit down before he starts to let everything out. "The other day..."

"I'm sorry. We were drinking and I was on a high and-"

"I don't fucking regret it," he says. "I only regret not telling you before we did it." He sniffles and you realize he's crying. "You are one of my best friends. Those few days of not talking to you nearly killed me and...I should have told you..."

"Told me what?"

"That I fucking love you, okay? The only thing I regret about that night is that we weren't completely sober and that we couldn't really enjoy one another but I wouldn't take any of it back. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Well-"

"I'm not expecting you to say it back, okay? The way you rushed out of there the morning after told me all I needed to know but I just wanted you to know that I love you. I always have and I'll never stop." He takes a deep breath and wipes his eyes.

"Frankie, the only reason I rushed out of there is because I was afraid of how you'd look at me after...that. I was afraid I would be different in your eyes. I was afraid of that because...I love you too and I only want to be the best in your eyes. I want to be the best for you." Now you are crying and trying to laugh it off.

"You love me? Really?" he asks and you nod.

"Of course." You move closer and kiss him gently, cupping his face and wiping his tears. "So so much, Frankie."

He sighs in relief and kisses you again. "I could never look at you differently. You'll always be perfect in my eyes, baby."

"Oh, Frankie," you cry. The kiss he gives you is passionate and deep and special. Your body responds to him in ways it has never responded to anyone else. "I think..." you start. "...I think we need a do-over of the other night."

"Hm? Wait...now?"

"We don't have to. We can just talk if you wa-"

Frankie kisses you hard, pulling you against him until you're on top of him. You pull away. "Bedroom. Let's go." You both stand and you take his hand, leading him to the bedroom. In there, though you are ready to tear the clothes from his body, you both move slowly in order to savor each other this time. He watches, he admires, he loves every inch of your body. You admire his body, your mouth itching to kiss at every scar you see. And you do when you make him lie down.

He gasps and whispers your name when you swirl your tongue around his nipples. You do it until he's whimpering and begging then finally, finally, you make love. And it's slow and sweet and passionate. It's full of kisses and sweet words and moans of each other's names.

He lets you stay on top for as long as you want. When you tire he takes over, carefully flipping you onto your back and entering you a little roughly then apologizes but you kiss the sorrys from his lips and tell him not to stop. There are tears in his eyes that threaten to spill over and you tell him its okay to let them go. So he does. They spill and you wipe and kiss them away.

He is so deep, so so deep but you want more. You need more. You want to become one. Your legs are wrapped around him as you come undone. He grabs one of your hands and squeezes as he follows, moaning your name, followed by a bunch of 'I love yous' that mean more each time he says them.

"I love you too, Frankie." More kisses follow.

You two stay wrapped up in each other all night, holding hands and whispering sweet words. This is what dreams were made of--your dreams and his. This is all you ever wanted.

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United As One. || Master Post.

Summary: Din returns home after fulfilling his mission of saving his foundling, after completing it he can now claim his rightful spot as clan leader. There is one problem he needs a wife to secure the future of his clan but his clan is not to happy with his choice and they make that very clear.

Warning/content: None for this part except for blood, wounds and angst but future ones will be 18+, have mature themes, pregnancy and etc. This does contain chapter 16 spoilers!!! No use of y/n.

Clan Leader Din AU

1.  “Marry Me.”  - Din finally returns home to his clan, the reader comes with him but soon finds out she is not wanted. 

2. “Hi pretty girl.” -  While Din is trying to convince the reader to marry him, the elders show their distaste while the reader finds out something that can impact her decision. warning: nsfw 

3. “See me the way no one else has.” - While Din tries to fix what happens between him and the reader another Clan leader comes seeking lodging for the night but he seems to have quiet the interest in the reader. **coming soon**