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DIN DJARIN | THE MANDALORIAN
that cantina
hands
uh oh
promise
check ups
festivals
reds: maroon | sanguine | brick
MARCUS MORENO | WE CAN BE HEROES
suits | buckles
FRANKIE MORALES | TRIPLE FRONTIER
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JAVIER PEÑA | NARCOS
strategies
JACK ‘WHISKEY’ DANIELS | KINGSMAN: GC
teamwork
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.
buckles | marcus moreno
pairing: marcus moreno x f!reader
warnings: 18+ SMUT - touching, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), sneaky and unprotected sex, PinV penetration
a/n: part two of suits. it’s my first time writing smut so pls pls pls enjoy.
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“Alright Marcus, you can take a look and see if you like it. If there’s anything you don’t like, we can alter it.”
“Thanks, Tilly. It fits pretty well. Mind if I keep it on for a while? See how it moves?”
You smile hearing your fiancé suggest wanting to keep on the new suit. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you caught a glimpse of a glint of mischief that flashed in your fiancé’s eyes. You thank and big farewell to Tilly, the new design department’s intern, as she beams a smile in your direction and a shy wave. The girl was very sweet, but you didn’t miss the way she looked at Marcus. She harbored a crush for your Marcus, but you didn’t mind it - it was hard not to have a crush on Marcus. It was merely a schoolgirl crush.
You stand and glide over to Marcus and circle him as a vulture would circle his scavenged meal. You eyed him up and down as you let out a sigh. You drank the image in - Marcus in his new black tactical vest with silver buckles, black cargo pants and boots which you assumed were military combat boots.
“You lose something or you like what you see?” You don’t need to look at his face to know he’s smirking. You can hear it. You simply nod and reach over to touch his chest.
“I do like what I see.” You gently touch one of the buckles on his shoulders and run your hand down to the new buckle adorning his waist; covering his pants zipper. You slip your fingers under the buckle and pull him closer to you. “I like it a lot.” You briefly look up and are met with his lips leaning in. You smile and attach your lips onto his - deepening the kiss. You let out a gasp mixed with a short goggle as Marcus pulls away while biting your lower lip in the process.
“We have about,” he says checking his watch, “15 minutes before Tilly comes back. Are you going to do something about all these buckles or are you going to stand there and watch me pull on them wishing it was you?”
“Pulling on the buckles or pulling on your cock?”
“Both.”
You smirk and slowly fall to your knees with your hands never leaving Marcus’ figure as you go down. You’re face to face with your lover’s intimate area and you can’t help but look up at him as you lick a long stride up his clothed pelvis.
You watch as Marcus throws his head back as you take gentle bites at his prominent bulge print protruding from his cargo pants. “Babygirl, please don’t tease me right now.”
“I’m not, amor mio. You just have to be patient.” With that said, you slowly pull his zipper down and bring his pants down until it pooled around his ankles. You kiss the tip of his cock and watch as a bud of pre-cum seeps through his blue briefs. You let out a quiet moan at seeing him this hard for you. You and Marcus didn’t get to have much time to yourselves as the two of you worked full time and Missy was usually, if not always, around at least one of you.
“15 minutes doesn’t call for patience, mi vida. It calls for hurry the fuck and suck on my cock.”
“Ooooh, aren’t you bossy.” You smirk up at him and give him a mock salute. “Yes, sir. Anything Mr. Moreno wants.” His briefs join his pants with you taking his thick cock in your right hand. You give him a pump, bringing out a deep groan run up his throat and slip out of his mouth. You give the tip of his throbbing cock a kitten lick before flattening your tongue out and taking him inside your mouth.
His hands make their way to the crown of your head and reach for your hair, grabbing it all and styling a messy ponytail and holding it in one hand as the other cups your warming cheek. You direct your eyes up at your fiancé and allow his cock to go deeper down your throat as he opens his pleasure-filled eyes and smirks at you.
“Aren’t you a vision with my cock in your mouth… I know you can go deeper than that, querida. I know you like choking on my cock, don’t you?” You nod and right when you are about to take him the deepest your throat would allow, he pulls himself out of your mouth and pulls you up by the forearms. He puts your arms behind your back and holds them there as he pushes your front against the cold wooden wall in the room pressing himself behind you. You push your ass back and into him and the two of you share a groan.
“Tell me what you want, amor. Tell me and it’s yours,” he says with arousal and frustration mixing in his rich voice so much more attractive than it already is. His soft lips and hot tongue attack your neck, dangerously close to that spot that makes you weak.
“M-Marcus, I want you. F-Fuck I want you so bad.” He tuts and savagely sucks on that spot on your neck.
“You have me. Is that ring not enough? What else do you want from me?”
Your head falls back as Marcus’ hand snakes down and hikes you dress skirt up and over your hips. You stifle out a moan while he brings his hand up, licks his index and middle fingers and you watch as they disappear under your panties. Marcus slips your panties to the side and plays with your lips. He lets his middle finger slip in between and you cry out his name as he presses against your clit. He covers your mouth with his other hand and you hold yourself up with your hands pressed against the wall in front of you. He continues to play with your clit while his cock lays against your ass, only giving you an added sense of pleasure. You reach a hand around and grab his cock and give it a few pumps.
“I- fuck, I want your cock. Fuck, I want your cock inside me.”
Marcus lets out a deep chuckle into your ear and chills run up your spine. He lets your panties fall, spreads your legs out and bends your upper half a little forward. You feel as he leans down and kisses the back of your thighs, leaving a trail of peppered kisses up to your lower back.
Marcus has always loved your lower back, not because it was close to your ass, but because your lower back was a sensitive place for you and his beard only made it better. Marcus left wet kisses and licked the stride following your spine.
As Marcus slowly pushes his way into you, you let out a sensual whine, making him slide out and right back in again. Marcus’ thrusts start out slow, wanting to hear the unholy sound of his cock being coated in your arousal. With you whining and grabbing onto his forearm around your waist for dear life, Marcus just can’t help picking up the pace.
He flicks his wrist up to check the time and his grip on you tightens. “We got 10 minutes, baby. You think you can cum in 10?”
You look back at him and nod. “Marcus, if you would fuck me harder it, fuck, it would take 5.”
He smirks and pushes deeper until he’s completely in, the next thrust being fast and tighter to you. Marcus loved seeing you come apart because of him. Whether it was with his fingers, mouth, or cock, he loved being the reason you went into euphoria.
He played with your clit more and more as his thrusts got sloppier. Something about racing against the clock and the possibility of being caught by the intern turned him on. Your walls began to clench around him, telling him you were close. He smirked and gave your ass a hard slap. You moaned and looked back at him, lust filling your eyes.
“You close, baby?” He asks. You nod and give him a quiet whine as he kneaded your reddening ass. “Good. Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my cock?” He tries to use his words to bring you closer to your climax, but it seems to be working on him as well - noticing his breath hitching and thrusts becoming more desperate.
He tries to take control of his arousal, but as you finally reach your breaking point, he can’t help but you cum with you. You latch a hand to his forearm still around your waist and reach back to grab his other arm. His mouth spills your name in a breathy mix of moans and curses as he fills you with ropes of his cum.
You take a moment to catch your breath and turn around. You see him catching his own breath and wrapping his arms around you. He places a kiss on your forehead, you smiling at your lover. You watch as Marcus pulls up his pants and clicks his belt buckle closed. You go to grab your panties and are shocked, but not entirely, when Marcus grabs them and stuffs them in his pocket.
“You’ll get these back at home, but i’m not done with you yet.” He gives you a deep kiss on your lips and leads you to the table littered with sample fabrics, scissors, and drawn up designs. He pushes the items to the opposite side of the table and helps up onto the surface. Marcus spreads your legs once more, sinks to his knees, and looks up through his dark eyelashes.
“I always clean up my messes, baby. You should know that by now,” and with that he goes to work. Your eyes roll back and your hands run through his hair, gripping it from the roots and giving it a tug. You feel pure ecstasy as you feel his hot tongue against your throbbing core. You speak a sinful moan as you hear him slurp the cocktail of both your pleasure-caused fluids. He uses his tongue to jackhammer into your sensitive core and you know you won’t be able to last long.
“M-Marcus. Baby… fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” You chant, legs beginning to shake and heart beginning to race. “Please don’t… fuckfuckfuck… don’t stop.” This only makes Marcus suck harder and lick faster. You wrap your legs around his neck and you tug his hair as you reach your climax.
Marcus gives one final suck as he gets back up. You grab him by the buckles on his chest and bring him closer. You pull his head down and give him a hazy kiss, being fucked out of your mind. As you pull back, you giggle when you see his beard have some of your shared juices. You reach up and wipe his beard. He grabs your hand and licks your wet palm, making you want him again.
He pulls your skirt down and smooths it out, making sure there’s no evidence of your activities. You give him a once over to make sure his new suit has no stains and no rips. You straighten yourselves out and as he turns in a circle to make sure everything is situated, you also really get to look at the new suit and decide you like it.
“Ya know… I’m actually quite fond of the new suit,” you say. “The buckles make you look more badass and the pants make your ass look great.”
“That’s what you said about the last suit. Are you sure it’s not just the buckles?” He smirks.
You shake your head and smile. “Nope. The buckles are a great addition, but it just looks better. It doesn’t look… cheap?”
His eyes widen and his mouth falls open. “Cheap?! The last suit made me look like I had abs, thank you very much.”
“Yes, but this suit makes you look more menacing. Well… only if you don’t smile. Your smile makes you adorable.”
He hugs you and hides his face in your neck. “I’m not adorable. I’m a katana-wielding superhero turned director who saves the world.”
You laugh at his demeanor and nod. “Yes, my love. But you’re also a loving father and soon-to-be husband who would do anything for his family. Which makes you even better than a superhero.”
“Like fucking my fiancée at a suit fitting?”
“Fucking your fiancée until she doesn’t know where she is anymore at a suit fitting,” you correct. You both share a laugh and freeze as you hear a knock and the door open and see Tilly walk in with a binder and a smile.
“I’m back! How do you like the suit? I see you both look tired! Did you get to test out its durability?” Tilly asks.
“Yes,” you both say.
“I like it alot. No rips and breathes great when in the hardest situations.” Marcus says. You look over at him as he looks back with a wide grin on his face.
“That’s fantastic news! If you’re happy with it, you can sign this,” she says as she hands Marcus a couple of pages from her binder. “This just states that you liked the suit and accept it as the new replacement. We can get it washed up and stored to be pulled out when necessary.”
He skims through the pages he’s seen multiple times and signs it. He hands it back to Tilly with a smile.
“I’m very happy with it, Tilly.” He looks over at you who is looking over the papers he signed. “I believe we both are, isn’t that right sweetheart?”
You look at Marcus as he winks at you and you look back at Tilly. “Very happy. Great work, Tilly.”
Very happy, indeed.
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Well damn, this was written beautifully! The way you captured his grief 😭
12:32 PM (Marcus Moreno Drabble)
Rating: PG
Summary: Marcus likes to think he's moved on with life.
Tags/Warnings: Grief, loss of a spouse (Wife), fluff
Notes: Written off the prompt "I've always wondered why it had to be you" as an exercise with with some friends where we were assigned a prompt and Pedro boy and given 30 minutes to write. Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the divider!
Words: 700
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Marcus goes every Thursday at 12:32 pm. Rain or Shine. Sleet or Snow. Sometimes when he was still the leader of The Heroics, he’d have to miss his standing date, but his watch would ding in reminder instead.
Now that he’s retired, he never misses it.
Every Thursday at 12:32 pm, Marcus visits Marissa Moreno’s grave with a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a tuna melt. The exact day and time he spotted her across the greasy spoon he frequented, favorite sandwich inches from his mouth. The exact moment his life changed forever.
He’d been young and arrogant at the time, twenty-two and ready to take the world by storm as the dashing young superhero he was. Marcus is confident, always has been, but the moment she came over and asked him if he needed a refill, his mouth went dry and he stumbled over his words like a damn fool. It was two months of tuna melts before he finally pulled it together enough to ask her out.
She had laughed, his favorite sound in the world, the prettiest music to his ears, and winked at him. “Took you long enough.”
Marcus never looked back after that. They got married a year to the day after he first saw her. They’d welcomed Missy into their lives a few years later, and life was perfect. A dream. Marcus knew he was the luckiest man in the world. He treasured his wife and daughter. He still does.
He still feels the sharp jab of pain in his heart every time he thinks back to that rainy Tuesday night.
“I’ll be back by 10.” She had smiled at him as she dropped her lipstick into her clutch. Mom’s night out. He’d made a good attempt to keep her home with sultry words and a kiss that required her to reapply her lipstick. Had he known it would be their last, he’d have never let her go.
She’d kissed Missy’s head, declared her love for both of them, and rushed out of the house. At ten o’clock, she wasn’t home. Marcus hadn’t been concerned at first. Then, the clock hit eleven. At twelve, her phone had gone straight to voicemail. Before he could call Christine, there was a knock at the door.
He caught the flash of police lights painting the walls of his home before he ever saw the police officers. He’d known. It felt like a dream sequence. He didn’t hear a word the officers said.
The next year of Marcus’s life had been like that. A living dream that to this day, he can only recall in blurs and flashes. Finally, one day he’d walked into that diner, sat in the same booth, and sobbed. His poor waitress. Apparently, it had been her first day. That had only made him cry more.
Marcus can’t tell you how long he cried in that diner. Only that it was daylight when he walked in and the black of night greeted him when he emerged.
He’s done better since then. He’s been better since, now 20 years removed from the night that took his wife from him.
He keeps her up to date on everything. His life, Missy’s life. He laughs over some trouble the twins got into and cries over the fact that she doesn’t get to be here for it. He tells her how much Missy reminds him of her in everything. Her mannerisms, her glow. She’s always been the bright shining, light leading him out of the darkness, just like her mother.
He likes to think he’s gotten past it and moved on with life. He doesn’t tell her how he wakes up missing her each morning, the sheets cool on her side of the bed, or that he still sets her coffee mug out on the table each morning. He tells her he’s okay, when deep down he doesn’t know if he ever will be again.
He sets a hand on top of the tombstone. The ache never dulls. Despite the countless times he’s said goodbye, the words always echo in his head with tears flicking in his eyes.
Why did it have to be her?