#marcus superstore

[tubulootz]

i need more marcus x jonah truthers to speak to please people come my way, fill my messages, add my socials I DON'T CARE!! i need likeminded people who love them just as much as i

[satansapostle6]

Angel With A Broken Wing | Jonah Simms

And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three: Still I Cling

Marcus stayed late that night. Given the day I’d had, it was reasonable for him to assume I didn’t want sex. But that wasn’t the case.

“Here. I got you a glass of water,” he sat back down beside me.

I sat up in bed, slowly taking it as I took a few sips. “Thank you.”

He nodded, watching me as I drank. “Just tell me if you need anything else, okay?”

His eyes didn’t leave me as I took another long drink. I took a deep breath, set it back down on the nightstand. I looked up at him, hoping to penetrate the veneer of sympathy.

“I do,” I murmured.

I glanced at his lips, then back up at his eyes again. His brows furrowed, and he slowly leaned in. It took a moment for the conflicted expression to disappear before he leaned in. His faced stopped a few inches apart from mine as he looked me up and down. Impatient, I closed the distance, and I kissed him gently. He huffed into my mouth, desire in every breath as he grabbed onto the headboard, his body over mine. My demeanor seemed to erase any doubt that I didn’t want this. Why was this me?

I gently bit down on his bottom lip as we kissed. He cupped my cheek, pulling away for just a split second. He had to stop himself.

“You’re perfect,” he said.

My hand traced lightly down his back, then to grab his ass as he jolted forward. His pupils seemed to swallow the color in his eyes.

“My girl…”

His hands were underneath my shirt. I helped pull his shirt over his head, I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed. This hug was a prison. He pulled his boxers off, pawing at my shirt as it came off.

“No bra?”

I shook my head.

“Nice,” he grinned.

I giggled as we stripped our clothes off, and Marcus climbed back on top of me. He was gripping my hips, hard, like he was afraid I was going somewhere. I felt light touches between my legs. My fingernails dug into his back as he hissed a little, ecstatic at the touch. His strong hand was between my legs. His fingers stopped at my clit. I taught him that.

“Can I…?” he trailed off.

I posed a question in response.

“Can I cry?”

His expression softened, and his thumb brushed my cheek. “Of course you can.”

All of a sudden, I gasped as I felt him moving in almost harsh circular motions.

“Cry all you want,” he whispered an invitation, watching me intently.

I kissed him automatically. I knew it was gross, but it was what I wanted. It was the kind of sick, disgusting thing I could never do with anyone else. He kissed me with a strange sort of passion, the kind that didn’t have to be rough to be insane. I could feel his fingers moving frantically, until he stopped. I let out a soft breath as I felt him teasing, about to put one in.

“You want it?” he asked me.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Can you say it?” Marcus asked. “Please?”

“I want it.”

I pulled him down on top of me in a sloppy kiss as he pushed a finger in.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he panted between kisses.

I felt him curl his fingers, searching for the right spot. He slowly pushed another one in.

“Fucking Sausage Fingers,” I teased him breathlessly.

He smiled as he kissed me back, my hands in his hair as he groaned quietly. Neither of us were ever fully serious. His fingers began to pick up the pace as I sighed, letting him hide in the crook of my neck as he slowly kissed down my neck. The kisses were light and warm, the cold air I felt in between each one chilling me. I stared up at him as he seemed to jackhammer enthusiastically.

“You wanna come for me?” he groaned.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah?” Marcus echoed. “You gonna come for me?”

His eyes were trained on me as he kept going.

“Come on…” he spoke in ragged breaths. “Come for me, please. Come on…!”

I laid my head back exhaustedly. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, “Come on, just come for me. Right now, I wanna see it… Please.”

All of his attention was on me. I let out a shaky gasp as his fingers moved in and out.

“Jesus, you’re tight! Stop doing that,” he muttered. “Fuck. I can’t take it.”

He nipped at my neck as I grabbed onto his hair, only fueling his efforts.

He whispered in my ear. “Can you take more…?”

“Yeah,” I gasped.

He slid another finger in. “Fuck, you’re so tight, oh my God. You’re so wet, Jesus.”

“Don’t bring him into this.”

“I’ll bring him into this,” Marcus grinned stupidly as he thrusted his fingers in and out.

“Oh my God, you’re an idiot,” I gasped for air.

“Your idiot,” he offered, fingers moving at the highest possible speed. “You hear that?”

I groaned.

“Come on. Come for me. Please,” he leaned in as he cupped my cheek, giving me no escape. “I’m right here… I got you…”

I gasped softly.

“There you go… Come for me. Right here, right now…”

I felt it as I grabbed onto the sheets. He grabbed ahold of my hand, holding it tight.

“Hold onto me. I got you… I got you, baby,” he panted.

There it was. My breath hitched, and his eyes widened.

“There it is…” he sounded almost relieved.

“Marcus!”

He kept going, until I was all fucked out. It was tiring, in the best way.

“There it is… My favorite girl…” he moaned, affectionately kissing at my neck as he closed his eyes.

I felt his wet fingers tracing my lower stomach, holding me tightly still. He seemed to settle on top of me, burying his face in my neck.

“I love the smell of your hair… You’re incredible,” Marcus whispered as he moved to spoon me.

I wrapped his arms around me, closing my eyes. “Come here.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised me, holding me tight as he pressed into my back, “I’m right here.”

*****

A week went by. I got up, almost like a routine, and I kissed Marcus before we both left my apartment, and I dropped Gigi off at school. After I got back in the car, I let out a long sigh. I drove and drove, and then I got out of the car, running inside. I felt my heart beating fast.

“Hi. I was here last week.”

“Yeah, I remember you, girl! How’s it going?” Aracely smiled at me.

“Can I see Snowball?” I asked immediately, still anxious and antsy. “I wanna adopt him.”

Her face fell. I didn’t understand. I couldn't take it.

“What?” I questioned. “What is it?”

“Girl, I’m so sorry,” she breathed, as if letting it all out at once. “I— We just found him a couple days ago. He didn’t make it.”

Now I knew what that face was for.

“No…” I realized, unable to stop my face from twisting.

“I’m so sorry,” she shook her head, in her own state of distress now. “He was just. He was too sick, and we didn’t treat it in time—”

“I’m sorry,” I said finally.

She shook her head. “No, no, I’m sorry—”

Everything she said to me started to sound like I was underwater. I couldn’t take this feeling, this feeling of “too little, too late”. I was a mother.

-

Chapter Twenty-Four

[noellawrites]

The Concert - Yandere!Marcus White x Younger!reader

summary: Marcus seizes an opportunity to join you at a concert, but gets jealous when he realizes you have a crush on the lead singer. Marcus does what he has to to make sure you go home with the right guy tonight.

warnings: alcohol use, non/dub-con touching, kissing and fingering, age gap (15-ish years), possessiveness

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

Ever since your first day at Cloud 9 when you had met Cheyenne, the two of you barely went anywhere without the other.

You two were close in age, always had weekly sleepovers and you had been right by her side when she took the pregnancy test that ended up positive.

So you were completely devastated when she bailed on your sacred, long-anticipated plans for Bo of all people.

“Cheyenne, come on! We bought these tickets like three months ago and my parents won’t let me go alone!” you whine, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration as you lean against the lockers.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but Bo needs me right now! Who else is gonna hype him up before he gets on stage at Kenny Roper’s bar mitzvah?” she explains with a frown as her hand rests on her bulging stomach.

“Ugh okay, I guess I’ll just sneak out and hope my parents don’t notice,” you shrug.

After Cheyenne walked away, you shove a hand into your locker and feel around for your blue vest, tugging it out angrily.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you hear a voice ask from behind you. You look to your side, then slightly up, where Marcus White stood next to you with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, I was just supposed to see my favorite band tonight, Shattered Hearts. Chey and I were going together but she had to cancel,” you explain sourly.

“Oh man, I love Shattered Hearts!” Marcus exclaims with a dopey grin.

Truthfully, he'd never listened to the band before. But he wasn't going to miss out on his chance to spend an entire night alone with you.

After you both finished your shifts for the day, you parted ways. You had planned to meet at the small downtown venue once you got changed and ready for the night.

Later on, you gleefully rummaged through your closet, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Shattered Hearts' lead singer, Tommy Valentine, would be front and center like always so of course you planned on wearing a Tommy-inspired outfit. Ripped white tights, short shorts and a low-cut top (covered by a long coat) and your favorite jewelry pieces to complete the look.

You went for a heavier makeup look than usual, as Shattered Hearts was in the pop-glam-rock vein. It couldn't hurt, making yourself look a bit older and hopefully catching Tommy's eye if you could get close enough to the stage.

"I'm going to the concert with my co-worker tonight so don't worry, I'll be safe!" you yell to your parents as you make your way out of the house and into the evening air.

Once you arrive at the venue, you see Marcus standing outside, leaning against the wall. He immediately brightens up and you don't miss the way his eyes rake over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, (y/n)! You look... wow!" he laughs, a blush heating up his cheeks. He can't help but look your body up and down once more, taking in the way your white tights stretch over your thighs and your top hugs your body in just the right ways.

"Thanks, Marcus! Here's your ticket," you say, handing him the ticket that was supposed to be Cheyenne's.

"I'm really excited to hear Breathless," you sigh, walking up to the end of the line as Marcus follows.

"Uh, yeah, me too. I'm like— I'm just excited to hear their newest album," he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? This is the anniversary tour for the Rock Solid album, I don't think they'll be performing much of their new stuff," you frown.

Marcus is saved by the security personnel, approaching you both and patting you down as you entered the doorway and handed your tickets to the employee.

"Damn, this place is dark," Marcus laughs, looking around as you step in together.

"C'mon, I wanna get close to the front!" you exclaim, grabbing Marcus' hand and pulling him with you towards the stage.

He barely has time to process your hand on his as he follows you across the dirty, dim room.

"This is perfect, he'll definitely see me here," you say with a smile, looking up at the rusty light above you that illuminated your area. You leaned against the wooden pole next to you which supported the shabby balcony above.

Marcus raises an eyebrow. He? Who was he? Marcus was hoping to at least kiss you tonight, but were you already obsessed with some other guy?

"I'll go get us some drinks," he says, gesturing towards the bar.

"Oh, thanks! I'll keep our spot," you smile, looking down and adjusting your outfit to show off even more skin than it already was. Did you know what you were doing to Marcus? How his skin buzzed whenever you touched, how he imagined leaning down and kissing your lips? How desperately he wanted his hands all over you?

He fumed as he headed over to the bar, ordering some cheap beers and shots of vodka. Who was this asshole you were so obsessed with?

When Marcus returns, you knock back your shots together. Some men in black tee shirts bring equipment onto the stage as the sound of applause echoes through the room.

"So, uh, this guy you want to see you... did you invite someone else tonight?" he asks, trying not to sound like a jerk.

"No, I just think this is the best spot for Tommy Valentine to see me. He's single, just broke up with Maxine McDonald. Did you know the band's guitarist met his girlfriend because she was a fan at one of his shows?" you say excitedly, watching the stage.

Of course. The jerk you were obsessed with was the band's lead singer. Marcus couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that you were turned away from him.

"C'mon, drink up. I'll go grab us some more," Marcus says, playfully tilting your beer up in the direction of your mouth. He would need to be a lot drunker if he was gonna watch you lust over some punk poser all night.

By the time Shattered Hearts came onstage, you and Marcus had already finished several drinks. Marcus felt fine, but you already felt woozy, tipsy, almost falling over a few times. Marcus caught you of course, and you leaned on his body as to not embarrass yourself further.

Marcus went to grab another beer for himself, and when he returned, you were clinging onto the wooden pole.

"This one's my favorite," you mumble as Marcus cracks open his fourth beer.

"Yeah? Is it?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.

You nod dumbly and Marcus wraps his warm arm around your waist, the drinks emboldening him.

He looks down at you, your beautiful face illuminated by the dim lighting. He just couldn't help himself anymore. Marcus leans down, pressing his lips to yours and deepening the kiss into a make-out session as your brain catches up and you start to realize what's happening.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, silencing your protests as he traces his warm hands over your shirt. You almost think you're having a bad dream until you hear someone nearby say, "eww!"

It's only as his hands move into your shorts that you're able to push him off of you. He recoils, staring at you with a pissed-off expression.

"Wh-what was that, Marcus?" you exclaim, putting your hands out in front of you to keep him at a distance.

"I thought we—"

"I told you, I'm interested in Tommy!"

"He's way too old for you," Marcus hisses.

"So are you!" you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'll go get us more drinks," he sighs, realizing you've both sobered up a bit.

When he returns, you're miraculously still there, eyes fixed on Tommy.

Marcus keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the concert, suffering more and more as each song thrums and passes. The band wasn't even that good and Tommy Valentine was just some forty-something, washed-up guitarist with eyeliner.

After the concert, Marcus heads to the exit but is surprised that your small hand manages to pull him back.

"We're staying. Tommy usually comes out afterwards if he sees someone he likes. And I definitely seduced him with my eyes. Will you get us a round of shots for when he comes out?" you ask, waving Marcus away as you watch the curtains for any sign of movement.

Twenty minutes pass, the venue almost cleared out and heavy with the stink of sweat. Your shots sit untouched as you slump down in your seat.

"You wanna go outside?" Marcus asks tenatively.

You shake your head like a petulant toddler.

"You... wanna finish these off?" he asks, gesturing to the shots.

You nod, sitting upright and taking all three shots consecutively. It had sunk in now that Tommy didn't see anything special in you, hadn't been wowed by your sexy outfit or your eyes or how you knew every word to every song.

Almost immediately, you slump sideways against Marcus and he rests his arm against you comfortingly.

"Let's get some fresh air," he sighs, leading you outside where you lean against the brick wall, fighting the urge to pass out.

"You look amazing tonight. It's Tommy's loss," Marcus says, hand stroking your arm.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, mouth framed in a pout to either keep the tears from falling or the vomit from escaping.

Marcus sighs, leaning down and bridging the gap between you. You return the kiss in your own sloppy, half-conscious way. One of his hands plunges into your shorts as the other makes it's way up underneath your shirt.

You're mumbling, moaning, making some sort of noise with your mouth but his mouth covering yours muffles it.

Marcus can't wait any longer, mouth drifting down your neck and chest, sucking and leaving marks of his affections.

"N-n—stop—" you mumble, hands awkwardly trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren't fully sure.

"Fuck," Marcus mumbles against your chest, causing a gasp to rise up your throat. His fingers trace your hole, spreading around your wetness as you let out a whimper.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he groans, grabbing your waist and sucking on a new spot of skin.

"M-marcus— I-I should go huh—home—" you mumble.

He pulls away and examines his work with a big, dopey smile. You were so messed up, clothing rumpled, hair undone, love bites all over your neck and chest.

He turns you and leads you to a reflective window, and you gasp at the look of yourself. So many hickeys that your coat couldn't even cover. You looked... like a slut.

"I—I can't go home like this! My parents will kill me!" you whimper.

"You can come to my place, my mom'll love you," Marcus offers.

"Uh— no, that's—“

"I'm not letting you walk somewhere alone. Come with me and we can take the bus to work tomorrow," Marcus suggests, raising his eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," you sigh, leaning against Marcus as he walks the two of you to his mom's house.

You try your best to ignore Marcus' childish, messy room and dirty sheets as you undress and climb in next to him, still feeling drunk and used up.

You hold back a shriek as he pulls you into his chest, body flush against him. "This is nice, huh? My perfect toy," he laughs, kissing your bare shoulder. You shudder at his touches and objectification of you.

"Marcus, stop," you sigh, and his grasp loosens, but not forever. You know he'd be pulling you close in the middle of the night and you had half a mind to sleep on the dirty floor.

The next morning, you borrow one of Mrs. White's long-sleeved shirts for work but it still doesn't cover everything. You walk into Cloud 9 beside Marcus, embarrassed and red-faced.

Marcus throws an arm around you, and when you get to the break-room, he pulls you into his lap as all of your co-workers stare.

"Pretty epic, huh? Got 'em all to myself," Marcus grins, placing a big hand on your thigh and rubbing it creepily.

"Uh, (y/n), your neck—" Cheyenne stutters, eyes wide at the confusing scene before her.

"Yeah, it was all me. We had a pretty crazy night last night. You were all over me, begging for it, huh?" Marcus brags, leaning back and bumping fists with Isaac as he passes by the two of you.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were quite a catch in the store, everyone knew it, and now Marcus was asserting his dominance at having made you his.

[ironmanfridgemagnet]

Superstore Boys saying ‘I love you’ for the first time:

Marcus!!

- literally shaking in his cloud 9 branded work boots

- spends weeks, months even, practicing saying it in the mirror until he builds up the courage to do it to your face.

- not scared of saying it because of himself. He knows it to be true that he loves you more then anything else in this world. He's more scared that he'll say it and you'll give his this blank stare while you whisper an apology that you don't love him too. (It wouldn't be the first time that's happened).

- doesn't plan an extravagant moment or anything to say it to you, but he does want it to be intimate; just the two of you.

- when the words come out his hands are shaking and he can't meet your eyes, until you lean in close, nudge your nose against his cheek and whisper to him 'I love you too' with a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.

- once he says it for the first time, he's never not saying it to you.

- "I love you, babe." "Hey, babe, I love you." "Because I love you will you grab some cheese-it's in the store for me?" "I love you, but I love Kraft Mac and cheese more babe, get used to it."

Garrett!!

- doesn't think it's as much of a big deal as the others, but still finds himself nervous to say it to your face.

- plans a nice dinner for the two of you with all your favourite foods and your favourite movie and dessert for afterward

- when it comes to the actual moment that's when the nerves finally hit

- though Garrett spends most of his time flirting with you and acting all confident around you he just crumples. For the first time in a long time he's actually nervous to what May happen.

- you're cleaning up the dishes claiming you had to after he'd put all the hard work into making the food and Garrett comes up behind you, pulling you into a kiss. And then another and then another before murmuring it against your lips.

- you press one more chaste kiss to his lips and lean back with a wide, glistening smile. 'I love you too.'

- the amount of relief Garrett felt when you said it back!!!! He'd never admit how nervous he was that day, not even to you. He couldn't let you know the power you had over him.

Jonah!!

- Freaks tf out

- he's spent more time then the two of you had been together planning on how he would tell you he loves you.

- he plans the most elaborate day out for the two of you, a trip to the park, a picnic, row boat ride into the lake, a long stroll through a flower garden and then dinner at your favourite restaurant

- however, all of that goes to shit when he calls you up to ask you to bring him home his jacket that he'd left at the store and he ends the call with 'see you when you get back. I love you.'

- a brief moment of silence takes over the two of you as Jonah hastily mutters out 'I didn't mean to say that' before hanging up on you

- you tucked the phone into your pocket with a wide smile on your face, picking up his jacket that you'd already had among your things before heading back to Jonah's place as quickly as you could.

- the second you open the door Jonah's apologising, saying that 'I didn't mean to say it in a good way, of course I meant it! How couldn't I? I love you more then anything! This just isn't how things were supposed to go and-'

- before he can get out another word, your grabbing his by the collar of his shirt and pulling him against you, kissing his passionately before pulling back with a bright grin. 'I love you too, J.'

[tamberjo]

been way too long since I edited marcus

@ironmanfridgemagnet

[kylejsugarman]

ben feldman’s playing a secondary character on the new season of “american auto”, jonah and marcus fans grab ur car with no doors and gallon of ranch

[kylebitchlovski]

dina: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?! marcus: well, you said to shut down the bathrooms, so i clogged the toilets with a bunch of salami and shot glasses! dina: i meant, like, hang an ‘out of order’ sign on the door! marcus: okay… yeah… well i wish you would’ve just said that! cheyenne: OMG, IS THIS, LIKE, PEE-PEE WATER? AM I GONNA GET HEPATITIS?

superstore – s06 e12: ‘customer satisfaction’

[cheesecakelamby]

Marcus White has a very slappable face