#marcus white

[skulandcrossbones]

I need this thumb f-for work and...driving, doorknobs—! | SUPERSTORE S02E02

[alhashimis]

Cloud 9.0 (S05E01) SUPERSTORE (2015—2021)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Superstore 5x13 | St. Denis Medical 1x4

[xiiiwayfinders]

I love this show so much

[yumebambi-writes]

hello! :) could i please request something along the lines of an unplanned pregnancy, with marcus x reader and reader is maybe close to the end of college, in her early 20s and has been working at cloud 9? maybe she agreed to go get drinks with marcus and they hooked up while she (or both of them) was tipsy/drunk? and maybe he forms an obsession with her, even before they go out together. feel free to change any details! 💞

Unplanned Pregnancy—NSFW Marcus White x Fem!Reader (MDNI)

cw: unprotected p in v, no foreplay, slight exhibitionism, obsession, stalking, unplanned pregnancy

You had noticed Marcus noticing you for a while now. You'd only been at Cloud 9 for a few months in order to pay for your last semester of school, and in that time, you had barely spoken to the older man. Despite your limited interactions, seeing as he worked in the warehouse and you worked the floor, he seemed to have taken a liking to you. It was flattering, in a way.

You caught him staring at you whenever he came out to the floor, which he seemed to do a lot when you were working. You'd spoken to Cheyenne about it, and she said that he almost never came out of the warehouse on days that you didn't have a shift.

It got to a point where he would not-so-subtly follow you to your car at night. It creeped you out at first, but eventually, when he never once approached you or tried anything, you realized it was his weird, roundabout way of making sure you got to your car safely.

One time, you actually caught him taking a picture of you. You were fully clothed and just standing there, so you doubted it was for any nefarious, perverted reasons, so you just blew it off. Little did you know, he would jerk off to that simple picture of you every night. And it wasn't the only picture he had.

To be honest, it probably would have freaked you out more if you weren't lowkey into him. You had been going through a dry spell, both romantically and sexually, due to you being so swamped with both school and work, that you almost liked the attention. You welcomed it.

So, when he asked you out for drinks, after never having spoken more than three words to you before, you shrugged and said, "Why not?" Cheyenne overheard, though, and she invited herself, Mateo, and anyone else nearby to come along. It turned into an after work coworkers hang out, when it was supposed to be only you and Marcus. You felt a strange pang of disappointment that it wouldn't be just the two of you.

You were drinking and dancing with Cheyenne and Mateo, all the while eyeing Marcus flirtatiously. You hoped he would just get the hint and come dance with you already, but he just continued to sip at his beer and stare at you. He seemed entranced by the way your body moved, and you found yourself performing for him a little.

Justine sat next to him, downing her glass of wine and trailing a finger up his arm, but he blew her off. Over the rim of his beer bottle, he watched you move like a predator hunting his prey. His eyes roamed up and down your body as it moved in time to the beating of the house music. You held eye contact with him as you danced, silently urging him to come to you. Eventually, he seemed to get the hint.

He downed the rest of his beer before moving to the edge of the dance floor. You beckoned him to you with your finger, and he awkwardly danced over to you. You giggled at the way his body jerked, and you spotted a light blush dusting his cheeks even in the dark of the club.

Once he made his way to you, you wasted no time. You ran a hand from his shoulder down to his stomach. The muscles of his abdomen tensed under your touch. You were much more forward, now that you were tipsy and leaning toward drunkenness. Luckily, it seemed so was he.

He was still in his work clothes, but you had to admit that something about the warehouse uniform did something to you. You began to sway slowly, and you took his hands in your own and placed them over your hips. You led him in a slow, sensual dance. His hands on your hips, yours around his shoulders. He looked so nervous, but when he shot you a lopsided smile, you couldn't help the butterflies that shot through you. You leaned in close to his ear and whispered over the music so that only he could hear, "I see the way you look at me." He reared back, startled and embarrassed, but you pulled him closer. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" you purred before nipping at his earlobe. You could feel him grow hard against you. "Well, come on then."

You took the opportunity to quickly grind against his thick bulge. He let out a moan right there, in the middle of the dance floor, but luckily, only you seemed to have heard it. You would have continued to tease him if you weren't actively getting wetter and wetter at the feeling of his hardening cock pressed into you.

You grabbed his hand and led him off the floor and towards the bathroom. You glanced back, to make sure no one was watching your little getaway, only to see that Marcus' eyes were wide, his face was blazing red, and his pants were tight-fitting in a way that made him stumble as he followed after you. You giggled as you opened the bathroom door and pulled him inside.

He hurried in after you, pulling the door closed and locking it. You dropped his hand and made your way over to the sink counter which you backed up to and hopped on, facing him. You spread your legs enticingly, allowing the short skirt you were wearing to ride up your thighs and expose your clothed cunt to him. He jaw dropped slightly agape at the sight. Once more, you beckoned him closer, and he obeyed by closing the distance between himself and the counter you were sitting on. He instantly wedged himself between your open thighs, his hard-on pressing into the wet spot on your panties.

You looked up at him through your eyelashes, and you asked him, "So, you gonna fuck me or what?"

"Dirty mouth," he muttered with a smirk. They were some of the first words he had ever spoken directly to you, and they sent a shudder down your spine. He quickly unbuckled his belt, undid the zipper of his pants, and pulled out his cock. The sight of it made you gasp. It wasn't particularly long—a little above average maybe—but it was the girth that shocked you. His cock was big and thick, and deliciously veiny. You weren't sure you'd be able to take it, but before you could open your mouth, he was shoving your panties to the side and sticking his pink, bulbous tip in.

"Fuck!" you cursed under your breath. As he pushed further into you, you gripped his biceps so hard that you left half-moon divots in his skin with your nails. His thickness spread the walls of your pussy, and you gasped in pain that quickly turned to pleasure as he bottomed out inside you.

"You're so tight," he groaned into your hair. You looked up at him and turned him to face you as he started rutting into you at a slow pace. You grabbed his jaw and smashed your lips onto his. It was a hungry kiss, with no emotions behind it. At least, none on your end.

Marcus, however, kissed you like he was in love with you. It freaked you out a bit, but you ignored it as he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. You let him take over as you lost yourself in the feeling of his dick pounding into you. He was speeding up now, and you could tell that he probably wouldn't last much longer.

"Wanna see my tits?" you panted as you pulled away from the kiss, a line of spit connecting your two mouths. His eyes opened wide, and he nodded so hard that the momentum of it almost pulled him out of you. Your pussy clenched around him, unwilling to let him go, as you lifted your shirt up over your breasts and pulled your bra down under them.

He instantly cupped one in his hand before his mouth found itself sucking on the other one. You drew back, almost falling into the bowl of the sink, at the prickle of pleasure that shot from your nipple to your core. You lowered a hand down to your aching cunt and began rubbing hard and fast circles onto your clit. He fucked up into you at an even more exhausting pace, and you could feel your climax building faster within you. The stutter of his hips told you that he was close, too.

The sounds of your moans, his groans, and the wet plapping of his dick ramming in and out of your sopping pussy was all that you could hear as they rang out in the silence of the bathroom. You were sure that if the music wasn't blaring outside the door, everyone in the nightclub would have heard you.

Marcus said your name then, and you were cumming. He muttered out strings of praise, muffled by his mouth on your tit. You called out, "Marcus!" and that was enough to send him over the edge. Before you could tell him to pull out because you couldn't afford birth control on your measly salary, he was shooting hot spurts of his thick, white cum inside of you. You had to admit, the feeling of being filled by him was intoxicating, and you momentarily forgot about the panic.

He softened inside you as his balls drained themselves. He continued to kiss your breast, even as you lightly pushed him off you. Now that you had come down from your high, you were wondering if you should be feeling a sense of regret for the hookup. It was clear that this meant something more to Marcus than it did to you, but you felt bad about that fact. He was a sweet guy, if not a little weird, and you didn't want to hurt his feelings. He just seemed to like you a lot more than you liked him.

"Okay, down boy," you told him as you patted his chest. He seemed to finally get the hint, and he pulled out of you and retreated from where he had left hickeys on your breast. You readjusted yourself, pulling your bra up and your shirt down over your tits and moving your panties back to cover your leaking pussy. You knew that your panties were going to be soaking the rest of the night. You climbed down off the counter, and Marcus took a step back, with a lovestruck, lopsided smile on his face. You smiled back at him and said, with a hint of sincerity, "Let's do this again sometime," and you walked out of the bathroom, leaving him in your dust.

Two weeks later, your period was late. Frantic and panicking, you pulled Cheyenne to the side during a break on one of your shared shifts.

"Chey, my period's late," you whispered to her.

"You don't think?" she asked you. She was the only person you had told about what happened with you and Marcus that night.

"God, I don't know. Do you think I should take a test?"

"Yeah, for sure," she said. "Here, I always keep an extra with me." She pulled out a pregnancy test from her bag, and you looked at her with a furrowed brow of confusion. "What? The hot pharmacist gives me a discount." You just rolled your eyes and took the box discretely before hurrying to the staff restroom.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you said as you sat on the toilet, positive pregnancy test in hand.

"You alright in there?" you heard a voice call from the other side of the locked door. Shit. It was Marcus. You quickly wrapped the stick in toilet paper before shoving it in the trash bin.

"Yep!" you answered. "All good!" You quickly washed your hands, not even bothering to dry them in your rush to get out of there. As you unlocked the door, you were met with his big, brown eyes boring holes into yours. "Uh, hi, Marcus," you stammered as you scooted past him. "Bye, Marcus!" you said as you briskly walked away. You looked back over your shoulder to see him walking into the bathroom after you.

How were you going to tell him?

"What's this?" Later that day, Marcus approached you with something in hand. You whipped around. You were working the register, but his voice startled you so badly that you dropped the bottle of orange juice you were ringing up for an old lady. It didn't spill, and you sighed gratefully before picking it up. As you rose from the ground, you finally saw what it was that Marcus was holding.

It was your pregnancy test.

"Where did you get that?" you whispered, your voice cracking.

"Bathroom. Does this mean what I think it means?"

"That's not mine," you automatically defended. You looked around for any help but were met with the prying eyes of customers and coworkers alike. Tears began springing to your eyes, and Marus knew that you were lying.

"Am I going to be a papa?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes and a growing grin. He was happy? He didn't hate you?

"Congratulations!" the elderly woman you were ringing up said as she started to clap. Oh my god, you thought. You were mortified.

What were you going to do?

i wanted to leave it open-ended, but i hope the ending isn't too disappointing! wasn't exactly sure where to go with the ending, but i'd be happy to do a part two if you wanted! i hope you enjoyed <3 (still trying to get the hang of writing smut)

[nightfang22]

IF YOU WRITE MARCUS WHITE X READER FICS I WILL LITERALLY CRY OMGGGG

Oh do I have a surprise for you!Get those tissues ready babes!

The Febrility of Falling For You

A/N:I couldn't get the Marcus brain rot out of my head so I hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings:None,mostly just fluff with Marcus and a sick reader because I was sick over the holidays and needed some fluff.

Pairing:Marcus White x fem!Reader

Word Count:1.5k

Cloud 9.My least favorite place to be yet it seems like I practically live here.I spend a good 39 hours a week stocking, cleaning and running a register all so corporate can tell me to go fuck myself when I fall sick.That's how I ended up here,moving boxes in the warehouse because I'm coughing too much to be anywhere near the customers with a 101 degree fever but too broke to stay home.I nearly drop the box of Cloud 9 branded pans that I'm holding when I let out a squeaky sneeze.I sniffle as I set the box on the shelf and blow my nose into a tissue I stashed in my pocket.I groaned when I looked at the cart full of merchandise that I still needed to load onto the shelves.I stood there staring at the boxes as I contemplated walking out and just going home.I could get another job, right?Before I could actually make a decision and act on it,a familiar figure came around the corner.When he noticed my presence,Marcus's eyes lit up.

"(Y/N)!What are you doing back here?Don't you usually work up front?"

He leaned against the shelves as he looked me over with a confused expression.He was right.I was always up front working the sales floor.I was a serious asset to our sales numbers.I coughed into my elbow and sniffled as I looked up at Marcus with tired and puffy eyes.He could tell how sick I was with just one look at me.

"Dina said I was too much of a *cough* risk to have on the floor so she *cough* stuck me back here.Sorry if I'm *cough* in your way or anything."

I sniffled and coughed a couple more times before giving him a weak smile.Marcus didn't seem amused,however.In fact, the look on Marcus's face was a cocktail of concern and anger.

"Why are you here if you're sick?You should be at home, sunshine."

There it was.That nickname.Marcus always called me sunshine.He started calling me that the day I started working here 2 years ago.It eventually became endearing and Marcus became known as my 'work husband'.And I was his little sunshine.No one else got to call me that.I recall Tate calling me that all of one time and the next day he showed up to work with a busted lip and refused to look at me.I gave a light giggle which quickly turned into a coughing fit.It took me a minute to sober up before I could give Marcus an eye roll and an amused smile.

"Well,not all of us make $86/hr and can afford to miss work when we're sick, darlin'."

My words were punctuated by a sneeze.The look in Marcus's eyes was soft when I moved to pick up another box.He quickly took it from my hands before shelving it above my head for me.

"You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep lifting heavy stuff while you're sick, princess."

He brushed some of my hair from my eyes before tucking it behind my ear.My cheeks were flushed but I couldn't tell if that was because of the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers brushing my cheek or from the high fever I was trying to break.I found myself leaning into his touch and letting my eyes close for just a second.I was so tired and my eyes burned from the puffiness.I sniffled a bit and swallowed a small cough before it could escape me.That small moment where my eyes fell shut was so alluring.I just wanted to lay down and pass out.I felt Marcus tilt my head up and place the back of his other hand on my forehead.His hands were cool against my feverish skin and I sighed with a small smile at the welcome relief of the temperature.

"Jesus,sunshine.You're burning up."

My eyes fluttered open and my gaze met his.Concern filled his whiskey hues and I felt a pang of guilt for a moment, guilt for not staying home and taking better care of myself.But then I was reminded that I had bills to pay and my own mouth to feed so the guilt ebbed away soon enough.

"Come on.You're not working like this.If anyone asks,I'll just say I put you on a project that needed a woman's expertise."

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Marcus led me over to a storage closet in the back corner of the warehouse that he'd turned into his office.There was a nice desk covered in paperwork along with a couch and a couple of cushy looking chairs.Upon further inspection,Marcus also kept a mini fridge stashed behind his desk filled with rootbeer and Sunny D.

He guided me by my wrist over to the couch and sat me down.He pulled a pillow and a blanket from behind the couch and gently pushed my shoulders so I laid down.Marcus pulled the blanket over me and tucked me in before grabbing one of the tiny bottles of Sunny D from the mini fridge and opened it for me, grabbing my hand and gently wrapping my fingers around the bottle.

"Here,drink this.It'll help.And-"

He turned to the top drawer in his desk, grabbing a bottle of dark purple liquid.It was NyQuil.He poured out a dose of it into the little medicine cup and kneeled down in front of me where I laid on the couch.

"Take this."

I scrunched my nose up at the medicine and shook my head.I hated cough syrup, especially the grape kind and I could smell the artificial flavoring from here.Marcus gave me a stern look before gently grabbing my face, cradling my jaw in his rough and calloused hand.If he weren't attempting to get me to take cough syrup I might've been turned on by that.

"Sunshine,you need to take the medicine.How are you gonna get better if you don't take anything and just work yourself to death?"

I pouted up at him as he spoke to me in that stern voice he used when I either accidentally injured myself or forgot to eat or drink water through the day.And oh how I loved that voice.But right now that voice was trying to make me drink cough syrup and I was delirious from my fever so I was not having it.I pouted and shook my head with a sniffle.

"Nuhuh.I'm not drinking that.It tastes like purple."

Marcus raised a brow at my bratty tone and unyielding stance on why I refused to take the medicine.He couldn't help the smirk that crossed his lips as he looked down at me.Even kneeling next to me,Marcus still had to look down at me.Most people found his towering height to be intimidating but I personally found it to be rather comforting.

"I'm sorry.Did you just say it tastes purple?"

I nodded curtly like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world.He gave a small chuckle as he cradled my jaw in his big, strong hand and shook his head at my antics.

"Well,ya gotta take it sweetheart.You wanna feel better,don't you?"

I sniffle and nod,a pouty look on my face as he brings the little cup of medicine closer to my lips.

"Then ya gotta take the medicine, sunshine.C'mon,who's my favorite girl?"

I couldn't take my eyes away from the icky cup of grape cough syrup as he spoke.He sighed before tilting my head up with his hand to make me look at him.

"If you take the medicine, then I'll buy you that new book you've been talking about for forever.Yeah?"

For a moment,I actually considered it.It was the latest installment in a series I'd been reading for a while and I just kept blowing through them because it was so difficult for me to put each copy down.I would never actually let anyone,especially not Marcus,spend that kind of cash on me.Before I could open my mouth to argue, his thumb traced my bottom lip and tugged at it ever so softly as his eyes flicked from mine down to my lips and back up again.

"C'mon,sunshine.Be a good girl for me, yeah?I just wanna take care of you."

I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat when I heard him speak.Marcus always had a way of making me weak in the knees but god dammit was he good at turning me into a puddle.Without even a second thought,I downed the purple liquid in one go and scrunched my nose at the purple flavor.

"Ew."

But the smile on Marcus's face was well worth the disgusting flavor lingering in my mouth.I washed it down with orange juice to help dissipate the flavor as Marcus stroked my cheek with his thumb.He took the cup from me and set it on his desk before tucking me in again and placing a gentle kiss to my feverish forehead.

"I'll be back to check on you in a bit, okay?You just get some rest,sunshine."

I did as I was told and let my head hit the pillow, heavy eyes falling shut as Marcus stood and turned the lights off.He stood there for a second to make sure I was okay before whispering mostly to himself.

"I love you so much,pretty girl."

[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

[basterdbug]

marcus white the type of person to read that one reddit post about that dude using the song CBAT when he fucks and then deciding to try it out