I saw your post about a Lion of Oliver fic idea. What do you think of a Lion fic where you work at the same sewing factory and he has a huge crush on you and tries to flirt with you awkwardly lolll it would be so cute 🥹 and an Oliver fic idea where you work for the manor and you meet him secretly to pass his dog scraps of food 🙂 I hope you like it and good luck!
thank you so much for your suggestions I highly appreciate them 🤍 I actually love the Lion idea cause it feels very him and it’s spot on since he works at a sewing factory in the movie 🫠 as for the Oliver one I also like but I’d have to see how I would want to make that all out yk but I still like the idea and thank you again because I always appreciate anyone’s input or thoughts when I can get them!!
I’m really wanting to write some more for Oliver and Lion (even though I already have for him a lot, I js enjoy writing for him) but I’m not sure what exactly and my brain is either really good at producing ideas or really terrible so if anyone has requests or ideas of any sort I’m all ears!!! Also even for any other characters, I’m open to hear about anyone’s ideas I’ve been hoping to expand some more into the others characters that I haven’t touched upon a whole lot so if anyone’s got burning requests or thoughts please share 🙏
The distant sound of crying can suddenly be heard throughout the house, coming from your daughter's bedroom. A deep exhale is let out, as you had just sat down to take a moment and drink some tea to soothe your mind. Your body aches, your feet are becoming swollen, your breasts are sore and your back is killing you.
With a little wince of pain, you get up and walk over to her room, opening the door to look down at the crib. She's wailing and you don’t know what for. You’ve done everything you can. Changing diapers. Breastfeeding her. Giving her baby food. Playing with her. Rocking her. Gave her a bath. Everything. And you thought it was finally over when she fell asleep but you obviously thought wrong.
Cradling your arms under her small being, you lift her up to hold her near. Rocking her once again, you shushed her gently, humming a soft lullaby in hopes she’d quiet down. Gratefully with only a minute or two passing by, she did. And just as she did, Marty walked through the door.
You rushed out, not violently enough to wake Aurora. You thrashed your arm at him, indicating to not let the door slam and as you did the door was mid way to doing so before Marty caught it just in time. Your heart raced before sighing in relief and Marty softly apologized.
Walking over to the couch, you continued rocking your daughter calmly. Marty set his stuff down, taking off his coat and hanging it up. He walked over in front of you sitting on the couch holding the baby. You briefly looked up at him, not saying a word or letting a second pass before handing him Aurora. “Hold her. Please.”
Marty did so without hesitation, walking around as he gently rocks her. Eventually stopping in the doorway of her bedroom, he stays rocking her. You watch as he does and you feel yourself welling up. The tears start to fall, with no intention of stopping. And you don’t fight it either.
Marty hears a soft whimper and knows what it is. He slowly sets Aurora down in her crib. Walking out and shutting the door quietly as he faced her, before turning around to face you. Rushing over to your side, he looked at you as you continued crying and it kept on. Sobs and tears streaming down your face. Sniffling, you tried to manage to speak, choking on a sob.
“M’sorry,” you sobbed in a shaky breath. Marty gently grabbed your hand, “Hey, hey. No, don’t apologize.” He softly pulled your head towards him, kissing it delicately. You carelessly grabbed onto his shirt, pulling yourself on top of him. Straddling him as you sat in his lap with your arms around his neck. He pulled you in tightly as you weeped into his arms.
“Shh, it’s alright. I know. I’ve got you.” Marty whispered a few times as he soothingly rubbed your back in circles. Calming you down the best he could.
Sitting there, continuing to cry as he held you, his arms now around your back, you felt some sense of security. It was rare of Marty to be like this, this sensitive to your emotions. But you noticed his gradual progress of change over time, which you were grateful for. He was slowly becoming more of a father, as well as a partner.
After a few minutes, you finally collected yourself before removing your head from the crevice of Marty’s neck. Now looking at him, your eyes were almost bloodshot red and puffy. Still sniffly, but manageable. Marty took your face in his hands, wiping under your eyes gently.
“You okay sweetheart?” He asked kindly, a sweet tone in his voice. You felt like you could cry again just from the gentleness of the moment but you pull through, nodding your head silently. Marty kisses your cheek subtly. You shudder, inhaling before speaking. “I’m sorry about all that. I know you just walked in and I didn’t even ask about your day or anything.”
Marty looks at you with a look that is almost the purest thing ever. He softly shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. Doesn’t matter anyway. You’ve been here with the baby,” he says sternly. “It’s a lot.” Each end of your lips can’t help but curl, a light smile appearing. Marty returns the gesture as well.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asks considerately. A pause in the moment holds you back, hesitating, but accepting the offer. “I’m just.. I’m tired,” you said, being the only thing you could really say.
Exhaling a deep breath, you spoke again. “Everything hurts and my body’s not the same anymore. My back hurts, my breasts are sore, my feet have been swollen and I just don’t know how much longer I can take it.” Marty stared at you, a little blank but listening.
“I’m sorry you’ve been feeling like this love. I wish I could do something to make it better.” Marty replies, “You’ve been doing really good though. Better than I have. You’re really strong.” You pull him in closer with your arms that have been around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you Mart. I appreciate it.”
Marty smiles into your neck, hugging you tighter, breathing in your scent. After a long moment, you withdraw from him, giving him a faint smile. He does the same, pausing in his tracks suddenly. “Could I ask you something?” Your eyes drop a little but still nod to approve. Marty’s mouth is agape, like he’s trying to find the right words.
“Do I seem.. different to you?” He asks plainly, a little nervous sounding. Your eyes now widen a bit, somewhat in shock, not expecting that of all questions. “Mmm—not really. You seem like yourself to me,” you responded unhesitatingly. “Why do you ask?” Marty pauses for a moment, holding his breath before speaking. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
It’s not said gently.
That’s the thing.
They’re leaning against the hood of a car, smoke hanging thick in the air, noise bleeding out from somewhere down the block. Marty’s laughing about something—loud, careless, exactly how he’s supposed to be.
One of them eyes him over, slow and deliberate.
“You’re gettin’ soft,” he says.
Marty’s smile doesn’t drop. Not right away.“Soft?” he repeats, amused. “You lookin’ at the same guy I am?”
The other guy shrugs. “You ain’t out as much. Always in a hurry to leave. And when you do stick around, you’re distracted.”
Marty snorts, pushing off the car. “Got places to be.”
“Yeah,” the guy says. “That’s the problem.”
There’s a beat—just one—where something tightens in Marty’s chest. He doesn’t let it show. He never does. He grins wider, sharper. “Don’t confuse boredom with weakness.”
The guy laughs, hands up. “Relax. Just sayin’. Fatherhood’s changin’ you.”
That does it.
Marty’s expression flickers—too fast to catch unless you’re looking for it.“Watch your mouth,” he says lightly, but there’s an edge there now. “I ain’t changed.”
They let it go after that. Someone cracks a joke. The moment moves on.
But here Marty is, still replaying the moment in his head, letting their words get to him—something he’d never let happen. And what does it matter? It’s none of their business. He’s got a kid to attend to.
You’re gettin’ soft.
Marty exhales through his nose, shaking his head. Snapping back to reality suddenly, seeing the way you’re looking at him. Like some crazy person. “What?” He exclaims. You shrug, “Nothing. You alright?” Marty nods his head frantically, “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
You see his face, his eyes. He’s lying. You know it, but you won’t push. “If you say so then Mr. Supreme,” you say teasingly. Marty flinches, jerking his head towards you, caught off guard—completely forgetting about the comment he heard earlier today. He hums, “And now wouldn’t that make you Mrs. Supreme?” You shrug, this time without a care, continuing to tease. “I guess so.”
Marty grins, an immoral grin that tells you what he’s planning is no good. But he kisses you before you could protest against it, feeling yourself slipping away in seconds. The feeling of missing stuff like this flooded your mind. Neither you or Marty have had much physical contact since baby Aurora.
The kiss turns desperate, hungry. Marty’s hands finding the rim of your ass. You already know where this is going. Both of you break away for a moment, Marty looks at you content. “Bedroom?” He asks. You simply nod and with that he swoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bedroom.
Gently, Marty lays you down on the bed as he gets undressed and you do the same. He sits down, back against the headboard, letting you get situated. You find your way back up to his lap, kissing him first this time. He kisses you back, hungrily desperate like he’s been missing this as long as you have. His boner hits the side of your leg and you feel yourself become even wetter than before, forgetting how good he feels.
Letting out a small whine, Marty grins to himself, that same grin as always. Your mouths finally let a moment to stop working at each other, Marty getting his cock lined up with your entrance. Feeling just his tip makes you flinch. “Slow, please Mart.” You whisper and Marty does as you say. Pushing in slowly, asking if you’re alright every other second.
Finally, he bottoms out and you let out a full moan. Marty holds the side of your face, his fingers behind your ear tangling with your hair. “You’re doing so good love.” His other hand glides toward your hip before the other does the same, helping you find a good pace. “God, I missed this.” You lightly moan in a whispered tone.
“I know. Me too,” Marty whispers back in almost a groan, kissing your face helplessly. Beginning to travel down your temple, kissing raveningly at every exposure of skin he could feel, in a desperation for something more. “You’re still as beautiful as ever.” Marty softly whispers, more to himself than for you to hear.
As your hips continue to rut recklessly—both you and Marty’s bodies colliding—he stops just as he reaches the rim before your breasts. His eyes linger on them as they recoil, tempting him by each passing second. And before making any next decision, he gives you a look. One asking for permission.
You trail your hand up his neck, ruffling it in his hair, carefully tugging at it. Marty quietly whines at the sensation. And as you’re at a loss for words from the way he’s hitting every right spot, you nod tacitly to give him the green light.
That’s all he needed to not let himself waste another passing second. Immediately, his mouth meets your breast, the warm wetness locking in around your nipple as his lips close and begin to suck gently at the sensitive skin. You throw your head back as your body goes numbly weak, walls squeezing softly around his cock from the feel. Marty’s eyes glare up at you, groaning as he watches the pleasure it brings you.
Marty sucks harder at your breast, like it’s oxygen for him—you can feel as some milk leaves you, earning a guttural moan from you, tugging rougher than before at his hair. But it doesn’t stop Marty.
The combination of him hitting your g-spot while sucking every last drop of milk out of you brings you close. More than close. Your walls squeeze around his cock firmly as your hips begin to chase after the climax. “Mm.. I’m close.. don’t stop,” you mutter, eyes shut tightly. And Marty doesn’t take that lightly. He knows it's true. He can feel you are.
With everything he has left in him, Marty eagerly thrusts you into him as he hungrily sucks at your breast like it’s the last thing he’ll do. You feel yourself build up, the funny feeling in your stomach rising, hitting its peak. “I’m gonna cum!” You moan. “Oh, fuck Marty!” The peak suddenly drops, feeling yourself fall apart right before him, a shuddering breath being let out as you do.
Your limbs become numb, feeling as frail as worn out fabric. Marty slows, but doesn’t stop quite yet, watching as you come undone. Until he removes his lips from your breast, a pop sounding throughout the room. Your chest heaves rapidly. Marty brings you back to him by holding your face, directing your focus back towards him.
He kisses you.
This time not desperately. But instead like he’s locking in a memory.
A promise.
You melt into him as he does, feeling that safe secure feeling like you did earlier in his arms—now though as he’s still inside you. You put your hands over his as they still hold your face. Finally, he pulls away slowly like he doesn’t want this moment to end.
The emotions start to take over before they can even register, tears well up in your eyes again as you warmly smile at him. Marty’s brows furrow for a second, a look of concern washing over him. “What’s wrong, love?” He asks urgently. You let out a small laugh as you wipe the slight tears from your eyes.
“Thank you,” you say. Marty smiles, unsure of what you mean, “For what?”
“Staying,” you admit, voice softening. “And trying.”
For a moment, Marty stares back in an almost astonished look at your words but he doesn’t let it faze him entirely. He smiles again. A secure kind now. Like he really understands. “You don’t need to thank me,” he says, like he really means it.
“You’re my girl y’know.” The words hit you and it feels like your heart might’ve skipped a beat. Not from anything bad. But never had you thought you’d hear those words come from Marty. Never to you.
In a still state of pure shock, he speaks again before you can even form a coherent sentence.
“Both of you are.” he says gradually.
You almost thought you could marry him at that very moment. But you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself. And with no words to express this feeling inside you, all you could do was hug him.
Marty was a bit surprised at your reaction, but quickly he knew, hugging you back instantly. His arms wrapped around your being as you both sat in the pleasant silence of the room. For once, things felt like they finally made sense and were right where they needed to be. Comfortable. Safe. At ease.
You woke to the feel of the house vibrating from the door being slammed. Not quite but enough to jolt you awake. It was eight in the morning. The usual time you would wake up on a Sunday morning—but not from the sound of a slamming door and some grunting.
Quickly, you slipped on some warmer clothes and went out into the living room. The cold floor against your feet sending chills through your body. It was dark with the curtains on every window blocking out most of the sun, creating an even colder atmosphere. The first thing that caught your eye though was Remmick’s figure towering over the sink in the kitchen. He turned around hastily once he heard your footsteps. “Oh, good morning. Sorry to wake ye.” His voice softened, like he was trying to coat it from sounding harsh.
You meandered over to the curtains, opening them enough to get some light inside. Taking a seat at the table in the middle of the kitchen, and rubbing your face a bit—still trying to wake up. “This is when I get up anyway,” your voice gentle but still laced with some annoyance. Remmick walked over behind you and put his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them softly. You put your hand on his and dismissingly patted it twice before getting up, “I need to get ready.”
Remmick groaned in frustration as you disappeared down the hallway and into your room. While you opened the creaky drawer your mind wandered to how you got here to begin with. The night you ran into Remmick, the frightened feeling and his mischievous grin like he knew exactly where this would end up.
It took him a while to persuade you to keep him as your own in your house but eventually his begging got somewhat insufferable so you let him. You tried to hate it but there’s something about his charming demeanor that sort of captivates you. Maybe he just likes to play nice but either way you don’t let yourself get attached to him or anything.
He always claims you were his savior that night which you believe to be a bunch of nonsense but even as much as you try to make yourself be against him, you can’t. Sometimes his company isn’t so bad. Kind of like a guilty pleasure of yours, especially considering you’re going against the church and the town people’s beliefs about him.
But he’s actually quite harmless. Towards you at least. No one else would believe that, so he’s your little secret. And you put on a persona that tells him you’re unbreakable and you have control of yourself but in all honesty, you know you’d crumble to the ground at his knees if he really asked you to.
You finished getting ready, running your hands over the material of your dress as you pierced a look in the mirror before leaving the room. Walking out and back into the living room area, you found Remmick now draped over the couch. A bit sprawled out. Not paying any mind, you grabbed your things and went straight towards the door.
“I’m off, be back la—” you’re suddenly cut off by Remmick’s voice. “Oi, c’mere.” He declares. Letting out a sigh, you tread over to him. Taking your hand without permission nor second thought, he kisses it gently. “Be good,” he said sternly with a slight grin. Pulling away, you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes even though you wanted to. “You’re the one that needs to be good. Don’t get any bright ideas while I’m gone, mister.”
“Yes ma’am,” Remmick says in a mockingly sarcastic tone. You couldn’t help but crack a small smile as you squinted your eyes, turning around and leaving without a trace or any last words.
Church wasn’t any different. Same old, same old. It felt like any regular Sunday. The pastor would speak, you’d all pray, the pastor would speak a bit more and that was that. But there was something that was different about today. It didn’t feel as refreshing as usual. Like there was something missing. You tried to not let it get to you though.
Once arriving back home, you open the door. Remmick was nowhere to be found at first sight. Putting down your stuff, you got yourself some water. Taking a sip and by the time you turned around Remmick finally spawned out of thin air, your body jumping a little. He didn’t speak.
“Where were you?” You asked bluntly. “Yer room,” he responded plainly. Like he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Your brows furrowed by nature, “What were you doing in there?” Remmick looked up at the ceiling, scratching at the stubble of his beard. “Nothin’. Just scoping,” his voice sincere sounding as he moseyed over to the couch and sat down as if he didn’t have anything to admit to.
It was a little strange but that was Remmick’s whole thing anyway so you didn’t question any further. “I’m going to change,” you said without expecting a response, gathering your things and fading into your room once again. Nothing seemed to be moved or touched. Maybe he really was just looking around. Nothing else.
After changing into something more neutral, you went back into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, the cold air hit your skin, sending a shiver through you. The orange juice was getting low and you were out of eggs. Groaning, you closed the refrigerator. You happened to not be the only one groaning though.
Turning around, you see Remmick sitting on the couch like before but he’s now got his head leaned all the way back and his hands are antsy. You can’t figure out what’s going on until your eyes catch the bulge in his pants. You gasp to yourself, not loud enough for him to hear. Like it might get you in trouble. The last thing you want is to draw attention towards him and the fact you noticed.
One thing that’s never happened between you and Remmick is anything sexual. It’s hard to believe but it’s true. You always kept a strict rule that just because he was lounging around in your place didn’t mean he got permission to bring his hornyness into all of it. Sometimes he’d jokingly ask but even if you denied he’d let it go.
The prompt outline of his pulsating dick though was hard to not stare at. Keeping your cool, you stepped a little closer in his direction. “I might go out to get some things for breakfast.” Your voice was clear, but your eyes kept wandering as much as you tried not to. Remmick groaned a little quieter than before, his eyes keeping their distance from yours. “Alright, sounds good.” His voice hoarsely let out, sounding almost out of breath.
To keep yourself from staring any longer, you quickly rushed yourself out of the room. But before you could get away just yet, Remmick’s voice could be heard as he croaked a yelp of “Wait!” You stopped in your tracks, hoping he wouldn’t mention what you thought he might. Stepping backward, Remmick came into vision again but he was finally looking at you.
His eyes desperate. Droplets of sweat on the side of his face as strands of hair stuck to his forehead. Fangs partially in view from his mouth being agape. Chest rising and falling like he just ran a marathon. And his dick begging to be dealt with.
You swallowed thickly, sweat forming on your palms. The room grew small, becoming hotter as you stepped forward. Never did Remmick ever make you feel as riled up as he did right now. Like you’re some wild animal who doesn’t know how to handle themselves.
“C’mere,” Remmick urged. Moving closer, he groaned lowly, “Sit.” His voice demanded. Taking a seat right next to him, you kept your eyes on him, trying to attend to what he was wanting. Remmick groaned lowly again. “Here.” he said, patting the middle of his lap. Your eyes widened. “Remmick, what is th—” you began. “Please,” he pleaded, cutting you off in the process.
You were hesitant but you did as he said. Getting up and sitting on his lap—facing away from him—he whimpered loudly. The bulge now pressed against your clothes core, you stopped yourself from letting out any sounds you’d regret. Remmick shuffled a bit under you as his hands found your hips. His chest suddenly got close, hovering close to your back. His hands sneaking further, locking around your waist to pull you closer. Your back now fully touching his chest.
Remmick got his face real close to yours, his mouth inching away from your neck. Inhaling the scent of your body, he worked his way up to your ear. “Ye ain’t never been so quick to do somethin’ like that.” He murmurs low and intimidating. “Think I know what it is,” one of his hands lifting the cross necklace from your skin as the other stays wrapped around your waist. His finger grazing the warm metal. “It ain’t workin’ no more,” he says. “But I know what will.”
You feel his cock twitch, a large gasp leaving your throat like you just had the wind knocked out of your lungs. Remmick got a firm grip on your hips again, beginning to grind you onto him. You moaned without thinking, his dick rutting harder into your clothed core.
Slowly, he slipped his hand underneath your shorts along with your panties. “I knew since the day ye came across me in those woods,” he whispered. His fingers rubbing gently on your clit. “Since ye gave me the opportunity to stay here.. with ye.”
You closed your eyes, trying to focus your mind on something else but the rutting of his dick, his fingers and his condescending words made it hard to. And he didn’t stop there. He kept traveling further down towards your heat, teasing the area. “Already so wet f’me,” he muttered.
“Wanna know what I was really doin’ in ye room love?” he murmurs unrighteously. You squirm, letting out a weak whiny “yes.” Remmick continued to tease further as he spoke, “I was fondling your panties against my dick. That’s what got me so worked up.” You let out a loud whimper, your thighs squeezing around his fingers. “That’s turnin’ ye on baby? I didn’t know ye were so filthy.”
Remmick’s voice thickened, “So now just admit it, sweetheart. We both know it’s true,” he exhorted as you whined. The friction between his cock and your core combined with his fingers becoming more powerful. Finally, you gasped, “Okay!” Remmick hummed lowly, brushing the hair by your neck out of the way. “Okay what, love? Gotta give me more than that.” He said corruptly, jerking his pelvis into you. You winced at the contact, becoming weaker by the second.
“It’s true,” you let out, your head falling backwards onto his shoulder. Swallowing hard, trying to coat your parched mouth. Remmick slips two of his fingers in, earning an audible moan from you as you arched your back. He lets his thumb rub your bud as his middle and ring finger work at you. “Atta girl. Knew ye had it in ye,” he praises as you fall apart underneath him.
“I’ll treat ye to somethin’ even better,” he says. You give a small hum in response, unable to speak. “Use yer words darlin’. It’s all yers if ye ask.” You whine, building up the ability to say anything. “What’s that?” Remmick grins sinfully. “Sit on my face,” he says immorally. Your breath hitches, the words catching you by complete surprise.
“..okay,” you say unsurely. Remmick pulls his hand out from your panties, the loss of contact making you moan softly. You weakly rotate yourself so you’re now facing Remmick. He slides downward a bit, his head now against the bottom of the cushion of the couch, helping him get a better angle.
You frailly crawl towards his face, your center finally hovering just above his mouth. His hot breath grazing your clit as he doesn’t waste another second before diving in, licking and suckling at the bundle of nerves like he’s been starving for it. You throw your head back as your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping gently at the locks. A rhythm begins before you, thrusting your hips deeper into his wet mouth.
“Just as sweet as I’d thought it’d be,” Remmick mutters underneath the musk of your slick. He keeps one hand steady on your thigh as he holds you down while his other hand maneuvers towards his still erect cock. Pulling it out from his boxers, the cold air hitting his reddened tip. He groans deeply as he begins to stroke himself, the vibrations from his mouth sending a buzzing sensation. You start to feel that knot twisting inside.
His mouth continues to work at you like a man starved as he strokes harder. You feel as you become closer and closer, the unraveling about to occur. “Rem..” you breathe. “I’m close.. so close,”
Remmick doesn’t stop, instead speeding up as his strokes match the pace. You can feel him groaning underneath you, driving you closer to the edge. “Fuck.. don’t stop!” You yell. Grinding against his face right as the knot in your stomach snaps and Remmick lets out one final groan, both of you finishing at the same time.
Slowly, you ride out the wave of your high as Remmick licks gently at your core, collecting anything spilling out of you. He lifts you up from his face with ease as he slides himself upward all in one. Both of you are sweaty and panting. Your eyes low with exhaustion, head falling forward against Remmick’s chest. He brushes your hair away from your face and mouth.
“That can’t ever happen again,” you say not very convincingly. Remmick grins, snickering to himself as he fondles your hair. “Wouldn’t hurt though,” he jokes. You smile tiredly against his chest. Remmick softly kisses your head, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
would anyone still be interested in reading a Marty supreme fic??? I know it was like so two months ago but I had started writing a second one at the time and never finished it because I took a break from everything and idk if I should finish it or not
if anyone is interested it’s basically a baby daddy fic and Marty honestly comforts reader because she has a bit of a breakdown about the baby and everything and there’s smut in there as well but I feel like it was mostly trying to show Marty’s progress as he becomes a father and actually sticking around instead of just up and leaving
