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wellsforeva · 8 months
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My wife is fine, thanks
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pairing: Husband!Henry x Wife!Reader
summary: I LOVE YOUR HENRY CAVILL POSTS!So can I request an Instagram blurb for wife!reader (obv for Henry Cavill), where fans react to wife!reader and henry having an age gap (10+). (requested by @chaotictwig)
requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️
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@/hellostarsky: Can everyone stop hating on Henry, so what if he’s 39 and she’s 28?? They’re both legal consenting adults, he did not groom her and treats her with the utmost respect. She does not need the stress of you guys while she’s pregnant with their baby.
@/caviilll: I don’t care what anyone says, Y/n and Henry are so mf cute. The way he spoils the hell out of her and just always holds her close♥️♥️ If only
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@/relatimefr: Ok but their age gap is so weird, she was being born when he was like 11 wtf
>> @/Prettyprincess: They lit started dating at 24 and 35, you can calm yourself honey, they did nothing but fall in love☠️
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@/Henry Cavill: Happy 29th birthday to my lovely beautiful wife, the future mother to our baby(ies) and my best friend in life. Glad to be doing life with you and no one else, can’t wait to see you when I get home tonight, both you and baby Cavill ♥️
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@/Holymacsncheese: But their age gap suits them sm, Y/n makes sure Henry keeps up to date with all the new things today, and he grounds her to a sense of comfort and love. They compliment each other so much, match made in heaven I say
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@/Polypockets: yall acting as if he groomed her straight out of highschool, they literally met on set where she had to play his wife, yall just jealous cause it ain’t you 💋
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@/Y/nCavill: 35 Weeks today! Baby Cavill is now officially nearly here, unfortunately i’ll be taking a break from future projects for some time, I want to finally settle down and accept my new role. The role of motherhood. Hope you all understand, Y/n xx
>> @/HenryCavill: I’d like to follow this by saying that, after this new movie I will also be taking a break for the next year or so, who knows. Just would like you all to know that I appreciate those who support us wholeheartedly, and I can’t wait to start this new journey!
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@/User19204726: That picture of Henry showing Y/n new dresses in the maternity shop while she’s sitting watching him, is the cutest thing. She was too tired to walk about the shop, so he literally went around and got everything to have a mini fashion show for her
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@/pumpituplease: God bless Y/n for posting pictures of Henry painting the nursery, that man is giving real dilf material now, and we can’t forget about the milf Y/n. Sexiest Power couple for realsies
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@/geraltlovers: Omg I thought we were over the whole age gap thing?! Why the hell are papers still calling him all these names and calling Y/n naïve?? They lit have a child together, get a grip
>> @/petalsforpeps: omg ikr, like get over yourselves because they don’t care about what you have to say
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@/Y/nCavill: Henry and I would like to welcome baby Penelope into the world, she arrived on September 25th and is currently rocking it! No pictures will be shared, hope you all understand that ♥️
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@/cpatainsy: HENRY IS A DAD GUYS OMG, HIM AND Y/N’S BABY IS GONNA ACTUALLY SLAY THE REAL WORLD. WE BETTER PREPARE OURSELVES!!
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@/rainbowsncakes: Omg that photo Y/n posted with Henry’s back to the camera, you can just see the tiniest bit of baby Penelope’s hair out of the corner of his arm, AND ITS DARK HAIR, SHE GOT HIS CURLY HAIR I BET
>> @/lotsoocks: YOO ACCORDING TO HENRY’S MUM’S POST, BABY PENELOPE CAME OUT ROUGHLY THE SAME SIZE HENRY WAS WHEN HE WAS BORN. POOR Y/N
>>> @Y/nCavill: NO BECAUSE THIS IS TRUE, 38 HOURS OF PURE HARD LABOUR. Thankful for all the nurses, doctors, midwives and especially my bear of a husband who didn’t leave me alone once♥️
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@/user823783: Fuck this family bullshit, when is Henry gonna back to our screens?!
>> @/HenryCavill: i’m sorry but I don’t tolerate anyone speaking about my family like that, a fan of mine wouldn’t speak of people I love like that. We want to live a peaceful life full of love, if you can’t respect that then i’m glad i’m not back to work yet. Family comes first.
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@/HenryCavill: I love my wife @Y/nCavill and my gorgeous daughter Penelope, the exact double of me I must say (sorry babe) I also love the people who support me, and it hurts me to say that it’s a minority of you that seem to keep harassing my family. Please respect our lives, not only has our relationship been through enough, but our privacy has been violated more than enough times. Enough is enough.
>> @/jellyjumpbean: What sorta losers are still hating on them?! Can we please grow up and stop being delusional, the man is happy with his own family now. None of then deserve this abuse and especially not little Penelope who hasn’t even been here 5 minutes
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@/Dcornarvel: Y/n is absolutely growing post pregnancy, you would never guess that she’s edging 30, Henry is one lucky man for real
>> @/HenryCavill: That I am. Thank you very much my friend ♥️
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wellsforeva · 8 months
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Short shy reader with Husband!Henry, keeps teasing about their height difference, He loves when reader's face turn red when He teases her because it's so adorable
I hope you like it
summary - your giant of a husband loves to tease you because of how tiny you are.
the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips
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Henry walks into the room with a smirk when he notices you. He saunters closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning down to place a kiss on the top of your head. “Well, good morning. My tiny little wife.” He chuckles as you whack his arms, turning a bright red.
“Henry! My god, do you have to mention how tiny I am compared to you all the time?” You spin around in his arms, snuggling into his large form. Practically being swallowed by how giant he is, “Why are you always so warm?” You mumble, burying yourself deeper into him, your eyes fluttering closed as you breathe in his woodsy scent. 
Henry chuckles as you squeal. He lifts you and carries you over to the couch. “Because you are tiny, my love. So small and adorable, I could put you in my pocket and keep you with me forever.” He pinches your cheeks, smiling as your cheeks turn pink, trying to hide your face back into his muscular chest. “I’m also your personal heater, tiny.”
Your head lifts as you glare at him. He continues to smile, leaning forward and gently kissing your lips. Your cheeks turn a cherry red at his affection before your eyes flutter closed, and the two of you continue to kiss. He pulls back and cups your cheek, staring intensely into your eyes. “I love you, and all of the teasing is because of how much I’m in love with you, my little munchkin.”
You blush again, smiling shyly before placing a soft kiss on his nose. “I love you too, my giant bear.”
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Masterlist
* smut
The Flash.
Series
“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 *
Chapter 6 *
Chapter 7 *
Chapter 8
Chapter 9 *
Chapter 10 *
Chapter 11 *
Chapter 12 *
Chapter 13
Chapter 14*(final)
Song
Epilogue
“Writing’s On the Wall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader.
Song
What the past brings. (Chapter 1)
Specter. (Chapter 2)
A View To A Kill. (Chapter 3)
Quantum Of Solace. (Chapter 4)*
Skyfall. (Chapter 5)
Casino Royale. (Chapter 6)
The Spy Who Loved Me. (Chapter 7)*
Oneshots
Harrison Eo Wells
Complications *
Being Eo’s wife and motherly towards the team.
Speedster’s trap.
Slow *
Prompt # 6 fluff.
A Show for Wells*
Threesome with Eobard and Eowells*
Way Down We Go drabble
One Of The Same*
Harrison Harry Wells
Babygirl *
Harry proposing to pregnant reader
A Beautiful Miracle
Hurtful Lies*
Harrison HR Wells
Taking care of sick reader
Stuck in a Page
A Knight in Shining Armor
Grief & Healing
Graduation Party
Cold feet
Naughty Girl *
Prompts
Prompt list.
Venom.
Oneshots
Devils Cry
CoD MWII
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Fucked
Drabble threesome Soap x reader x Ghost
Encanto.
Bruno Madrigal
Hombre y Mujer*
Entiérrame Tus Espinas*
Lo que tú haces no se llama amor* part 2
Way Down We Go*
Priest Bruno Drabble*
Bruno Madrigal Drabble, Bruno’s child gift ceremony
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Harrison Wells in 2x14, Escape from Earth-2
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Universal Monster Horror Movies AU Masterlist
PLEASE NOTE: These story are based off the old movies. They are from the 30’s, 40’s, and 50’s so the ideas and stuff are a bit outdated. I did my best to update some offensive terms.
The Invisible Man (1933) | EoWells/Eobard Thawne | Horror, Angst
Based off of H.G. Wells, Eobard Thawne created a drug that can turn him invisible. When he revealed his new finding to reader and Cisco, they realize just how dangerous it is.
Release date: Oct 25
Mummy (1932) | Harrison Wells | Horror, Angst
Discovering a mummified remains of Imhotep (Harrison) along with the scroll of Thoth, he was resurrected and escapes. Taking a new identity he searches Egypt to reincarnation his long lost love.
Release Date: Oct 26
Wolf-Man (1941) | Hr Wells | Horror, Angst
Returning home to England, HR meet a beautiful person, reader. One fateful night while out, he was bitten by a werewolf. HR must figure out how to control his inner wolf..
Release Date: Oct 27
Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954) | Nash Wells | Horror, Angst
Stumbling on a new fossil in the remote jungle of the Amazon, it awakens a monster (Nash aka Gill-man). Reader, Eobard and their team explores this new species of animal while being hunted by this monster.
Release Date: Oct 28
Frankenstein (1931) | Harry Wells | Horror, Angst
(playing the doctor, not the monster because the doctor is the true monster in my eyes.)
Obsessed scientist Harry Wells attempts to create the perfect human with assembling with body parts of the deceased. With success in animating his monster, the monster escapes wreaking havoc in the town. Harry must confront his tormented creation.
Release Date: Oct 29
Dracula (1931) | Sherloque Wells | Horror, Angst, and just being a sexy french vampire 😏
The dashing, mysterious Count Sherloque he travels to England to take up residence in an old castle. He starts to wreck havoc in the small quite town. When he sets eyes on Reader he does everything to have her. With the help of John Van Helsing Constantine, they hope to put end to him.
Release Date: Oct 30 L
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Tom Cavanagh as Harry Wells
The Flash Season 2 (2016) 7 of 10
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Enemies with Benefits
Eobard Thawne (Matt) x Scarlet Witch!Reader
Summary: Being a hero married to a villain has its ups and down, but that doesn’t stop you two from loving each other.
Requested: Anonymous
Word count: 1,026
Warning: Fluff
A/N: This is more LoT instead of a Flash story. THIS IS NOT EOWELLS VERSION
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Being married to a villain while you are a hero does turn heads, but you didn’t bother to tell anyone about it. So when the Legion of Doom popped up, you got a bit too excited.
“You okay, (y/n)?” Sara raised an eyebrow during the meeting. She asked for three people to go down and check things out. You volunteer right away.
“Ah, yeah I’m fine. I want to kick some ass! It’s been a while since I did that.” You were slightly bouncing on your feet doing your best to contain your excitement.
“Okay.” she decided to ignore your eagerness, “anyone else?” Sara asked the other Legends. Nate and Ray both agreed to join you.
Getting off of the ship, the three of you made your way towards the last known location of the Legion. A warehouse in the downtown distract of New York City in the year 1983. All three of you dressed the part of being dock workers.
“So, you going to tell us why you jumped on this mission so quickly?” Nate questioned you as you all walked along the docks.
“Like I told Sara, I’m just in a fighting mood.” You shrugged your shoulder.
Ray narrow his eyes at you, “Nah, something is up. Usually when you get this excited-” an arrow lands in front of them exploding, sending all three of you back a bit.
“Well, what do we have here?” Someone walks over to them. Getting back on to your feet, you saw Damien standing in front of you wile Malcom stood back a bit with an arrow already loaded in his bow. “The tin man, the tiny man, and the glowing witch. Exciting little trio here.”
As he spoke, you scan the around the area looking for someone.
Damien noticing this, “am I boring you, witch?” He said rather annoyed.
“Yeah, kind of.” You replied back. You let out a huff when you couldn’t find what you were looking for.
“As I was saying-” just then, a gust of wind trailed by red lighting stopped in front of you.
“Well, this is a nice surprise.” Eobard Thawne stood in front of you with a giant smile on his face dressed in all black leather outfit. “What are you doing here, love?” He grabs your one hand bring it up to his lips, kissing the top of your hand.
“Heard your little boy and was in town, so I thought I would check it out.” You noticed the shock and disturbed look on Nate and Ray’s face. “Along with my friends.” You gestured over to them.
“Glad you aren’t alone.” Eobard hums as he looks over to the two men. “Never really like when you go out alone, love.” He looks back at you
“Thawne, what the hell is going on?” Malcom storms up to Damien who is equally as pissed and confuse.
Turning to stand next to you, “what? I’m merely catching up with my wife.” He proudly said.
All four men said ‘what’ at the same time.
“You two are married?” Nate questioned.
“And how come we weren’t invited to the wedding?” Ray added rather hurt by not going to the wedding.
“It was before I joined the legends.” You shrugged your shoulder.
“Alright, enough of this. We can here for one reason and I’m not letting any of your ruin it!” Malcom shooting an arrow at you all, you lift your hands up, creating a shield to protect you all. Malcom quickly ran off doing the warehouse with Darhk. The arrow collide with your shield, causing it to explode.
You, Nate, and Ray rushed after the two men leaving Thawne behind. Smiling widely. Thawne couldn’t help but shake his head. He knew it was pointless to try and talk you down from fighting them.
Battling Darhk for the piece of the spear wasn't’ easy. Darhk was use to using magic while you were still a it new to the craft, but you were still able to handle it on your own.
Off in the distance, Eobard stalks up to you fight, taking a seat on one of the boxes. He thought for a moment to step in to, really, help you out but when he saw how quickly you gain the upper hand on Darhk, he let you be. Plus, he always enjoyed watching you fight.
The way your energy flows from your hands toward Darhk impressed him. He could tell you were training hard.
“Hey, Thawne!” A breathless Darhk yells out, “care to help?”
“Nope!” Thawne quickly responded
Dodging an eagerly blast you sent his way, “why not?”
“You are fighting my wife. I’m rooting for her to win!”
“Are you serious?” Dodging another energy blast.
Thawne sat there smirking as he watch you battle Darkh. “Yeah, I am!”
At one point during the fight, Darhk manged to hit you, causing you to collapse to the ground.
Thawne was about ready to jump in when he saw your hand glowing. Glancing over to where Darhk saws, he saw barrels floating up in the air, and then flying into the back of Darhk. Falling forward, hard onto the ground, you quickly got onto you feet.
Darhk saw out of the corner of his eyes Nate running over and assuming Ray too. Darhk weighted his options. Malcom has left and Thawne was no help. He figured he would leave for now.
Glazing over to Thawne, not being pleased by his betrayal, he vanished out of the area.
Nate stood next to you and Ray turning back into normal size, “you okay?” Nate asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You said but then some clapping could be heard. Looking over to the source, Thawne had a big smile on his face as he clapped.
“Well done my sweetheart.” Thawne hopped down from his box and waltz over to you.
Your face felt a bit warm at his compliment, he cups your faces in his hands, he gives you a loving kiss on his lips.
“This is going to be hard to explain to the teams.” Ray as a is him and Nate watch Thawne make a fuss over you.
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Rebound
Harry Wells x Reader
Summary: After discovering that your partner was cheating on you at the Star Labs party, you decided to hook up with someone and that someone was your boss Harry Wells.
Word count: 3,336
Warning: Smut with no real plot
A/N: This is based off a dream I had.
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During the Star Lab company party, your partner dumped you when you found them in a room with one of your co-workers. Shocked and humiliated, you rushed out of that room.
Calmly making your way out into the main room where the party was at, you did your best to keep a straight face as you made your way out onto the back deck of the venue. You gripe on to the railing tightly as you try to suppress a cry. Little did you know, when you were making your way out, you caught the eye of someone.
Now with tears in your eyes as you let out a cry, a voice startled you, “you alright, (y/n)?”
Jumping slightly as you turn around to see your boss Harrison Wells standing there, perfectly lite by the moonlight and the soft glow for the little string lights on the deck.
With your hand over your heart as you try to calm down and regain your composer, “Dr. Wells, what are you doing here?”
“I saw you running out here with a sad look on your face.” With hands in his pockets he took a few steps closer, “also, I saw your partner leaving with their arms around someone who wasn’t you.” He was now standing next to you, leading on the railing. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.” He glance over to you with a soft smile on his face.
You wiped away a tear, voice cracked a bit, “yeah, I caught them with that person and they dumped me right then and there.”
Placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry to hear that, (y/n). Anything I can do for you?” His voice was calm but you could sense a bit of anger in his voice.
“Transfer them to a different country?”
Smiling widely at you, “I can see what I can do.” Oh his smile always melts your problems away.
Smiling back to him, you both let out a laugh. “I honestly thought they were the one for me, y’know? Guess I was wrong.” Your face fall thinking back to all those time your partner was late home or how cozy they got their your co-wonder. “How could I’ve been so dumb.” You ran your fingers through your hair feeling another way of tears coming.
Harrison in away feels guilty about everything. He was the one who brought in the new worker and placed them with you and your partner. “Come here.” He opens his arms up to you. You look over to him not really sure what to do but you turn to face him. He pulls you into a hug, “everything will be alright, I promise.” Harry kiss the top of your head.
A warm feeling came over you when he did that. You bury your nose into his white button up shirt, inhaling his cologne. The smell calming you down. His hugs was warm and comforting, felt like nothing could hurt you anymore.
Harry’s arms relax a bit as he held you. Burying his nose into your hair, the smell of your shampoo flows up into his nose; the scent that he always enjoy.
Both pulling back slightly, gazing into each other’s eyes. Without warning, Harry cups your face into his hands, pulling you into a kiss. It was greedy and lustful, filled with desperation. His tongue ran across your lips causing you to open your mouth. His tongue explores your mouth, meeting with your tongue. Soft moan escaping you both.
Your hands reached down to the buckles of his belt, swiftly undoing them and his bottom and zipper. Quickly dropping down to your knees, giving little time for Harry to process what you were doing, you gave his soften harden cock a few strokes before your lips were wrapped around the tip of it.
Harry gasped out at your action, doing his best to stabilize him with railing behind him. Yes, he did dream of this very often, but never thought that it would come true. You and your partner were so in love; at least he thought you two were. If he had know how much of a cheater your partner was, he would of approached you sooner.
With a flick of your tongue against the head of his cock set shivers down his spine. You move your head forward, taking more of him inside of you. Moving your tongue left and right as you did so. Small mans and gasp left Harry’s mouth as you did so.
You could taste some of pre-cum leaking out of him and his dick hardening in your mouth. You slowly moved backwards, tongue glazing the bottom of his cock. You continued on moving your head back and forth, tongue wrapping around his now harden cock. Your hands went up to his bare thighs, slowly stroking them.
Your mouth left his cock to go to his balls. Taking them in your mouth you sucked on them and swirl them around with your tongue cause Harry to moan out your name.
Going start back to his cock, you continued on with what you were doing, until his phone rang. You tried to pull away but Harry’s one hand quickly tangled in your hair, preventing you from going any further way from him. He was clearly enjoying himself. You couldn’t help let out a chuckle, sending vibration down his dick. His head fall backwards at the feeling of it. Loathing who ever is calling him. With his other hand, he reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his phone.
“Hello.” He answered with slight annoyance in his voice. “What is it Ramon?” Harry stares down at you as you continue to take him in. He tightens his gripe on your hair, thrusting his hip forward making you take more of him in your mouth. You could hear Harry letting out a sigh, his head rolls back as he said, “be right there.” Hanging up the phone, he glance down to you with his cock still in your mouth. Oh, how he wishes he didn’t have to leave, but sadly he was needed at Star Labs. “Ramon needs me at the labs.”
Slowly pulling away, doing your best to make this moment enjoyable to him. You hopped up onto your feet, ”have fun with Ramon.” Then reaching up to whisper into his ear, “but not too much.” You pull back, giving Harry a wink before you skip back to the party.
Harry was counting his blessing for having total recall. He would be replaying tonight over and over again. Fixing himself up, he hands over to Star Labs to help with the problem.
Instead of staying at the party, you quickly made your way home. Kicking off your shoes, you pulled out your phone to dial up your friend Felicity.
“Hello!” A chipper Felicity answered.
“I did something that could cost me my job.” You crashed on to your couch.
“Oh no, what did you do?” Felicity too was taking a seat on her couch.
“I might of sucked my boss’s dick at the company party.” You said with a bit of pain in your voice. You got caught up in the moment with him kissing you and you hoping that your partner would come looking for you only to find your boss’s dick in your mouth. Oh what a stupid move.
“You did WHAT?” Felicity almost dropped her phone. “How did this happened?”
You explained everything that happened earlier that day to her.
“Oh, what a dick! How could they do that to you? I mean, if you were going to rebound, might as well go big and big you went. How big is he? How was the kiss?” Felicity curiosity was slowly getting the best of her.
“Felicity! That’s my boss you are talking about!”
“And you made out and went down on him!”
“Ugh, what am I suppose to do? I have work on Monday. I can’t show my face to him. He might think I’m easy or something. Trying to get a promotion.”
“Dr. Wells knows that everything that happened tonight was because you were emotional and he just took advantage of it.” Felicity was trying to comfort you the best way possible.
“What? No, he didn’t take advantage of me! He was… trying to comfort me…”
“Comforting you by sticking his dick in your mouth.”
“OH MY GOD!”
The two of you spent most of the time talking, trying to come up with a plan for Monday.
Still not knowing how to handle the situation with your boss, you decided to call in sick the next morning. You didn’t have anything important to do that day anyway. Only to meet up with your now ex-partner and their new partner.
Harry made his way down he hallway towards your lab. After dodging phone calls, meetings, and people wanting to see him about something; he wasn’t paying attention to them. All his mind was on you he wanted to talk to you ask you out to dinner.
Upon arriving to your lab, he discovered it to be empty. He called out your name a few times before he pulls out his phone to call his secretary who informed him that you called out sick today. Hanging up his phone, he went over your schedule for today and when he realized that you were suppose to work with your ex-partner. Hoping that you were trying to avoid them and not him. He pockets his phone and heads back to his office. He will try again the following day.
You called out for the next 3 days which left Harry a bit frustrated. So, when you came back into work, he was going to confront you in your lab. That way you had no choice but to face him.
Walking into your lab, you set down you bag and coat as you booted up your computers and machines. You had a few test to run before you and your team could move on with your project. Pulling up your music playlist, you put on your workplace music. Closing your eyes as you let out a sigh of content, you got down to work.
Few hours had past and you were getting so lost in your work that you didn’t hear someone calling out your name.
When a hand came down on your shoulder, you jumped a feet as you let out a scream. Your boss Harrison put his hands up, “I thought you heard me calling out your name, (Y/N).”
Turning off your music as you spoke, “no, I was too caught up with the music, I mean work!” Daring not to face your boss as your face start to feel warm.
“It’s alright. I also get caught up in the music I play as well.”
Sheepishly looking over to him, “really? Thought you would be a ‘no distraction’ type of guy.”
Laughing out, “people would think that but I’m more lay back then I let on.”
“Oh I bet.” You fiddle with your fingers, “so, what brings you down here, Dr. Wells?”
He inhales, looking away from you before he spoke, “I’m here to talk about what happened last week.” He glance back to you seeing your eyes widen in fear. “I’m not here to fire you-” he puts a hand out to you to try and calm you but you interrupt him, “I’m so sorry, Dr. Wells. I let my emotions get the best of me. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
He was taken aback by what you were saying. He was so sure that you wanted to be with him. “Are you sure about that?”
“I-” you stare into his blue eyes, those eyes that make you go crazy. Yes, you do want this, you want it more then anything. You weren’t sure what was stopping you. He can see the hesitation in your eyes. He knew the perfect way to get you to make up your mind.
He comes close to you, towering over you, forcing your back against your table. He leans in close to you pinning you between his arms, Harry leans very close to your mouth, “tell me again that you don’t want this.”
“I-” tilting your head up, inching a bit closer to his lips, words escaping your mind.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” One of Harry’s hands slithers up underneath of your shirt. His warm hands against your skin, causing goose bumps to form.
A breathless yes finally came out of your mouth. His mouth collides with your. Your hands went up to his hair, tangling themselves. Harry pressed himself against you, resting his one hand on your bare low back as the other comes up to the back of your head.
Pulling his lips away from yours, he rest his head on your forehead as yo both catch your breath, “Do you want this?” He wanted to make sure you truly wanted this.
Lightly nodding your head as a weak ‘yes’ left your lips.
His hands slides against your hips, moving to your front. Sliding his fingers up the front of your skirt, his fingers slides between your legs, rubbing against you. A soft moan left your mouth as his fingers works his way back and forth again your underwear. You wanted more, you wanted his fingers inside of you.
“You like that, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ears, leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck.
“Yes, yes I do.” Another moan come out of you, “I need you in me, Harrison.”
You could feel his smirk against your skin. He wasted no time. His fingers pushing your underwear to the one side, sliding his fingers between your folds. He tease you a bit, circling the tip of his finger against your entrance. “Hmm, so wet for me, are we sweetheart.” He purrs into your ear right before slipping one finger into you.
You moan out, griping the front of his shirt. “You like this? You like me fucking you with my finger?”
“Y-yes.” Your breath was shaky.
Slipping a second finger in you, you gasp out tightening your gripe on his shirt. Harry was enjoying seeing you withering like this. He kept it slow and steady for now, enjoying the feeling of you. The way your walls close in on his fingers and the pump and curl in you. His thumb when to your clit, rubbing circles around it. You let out an other gasp. You reached behind you with one hand to gripe the edge of the desk. You could feel your knees becoming weak.
His other hand made their way down your neck, down to your breast, giving it a squeeze. His hand pushed up your blouse exposing your bra. He leans down kissing between your breast then moving to the right kissing and sucking the side of them. His hand went to your other breast massaging and pinching your nipple. His fingers start to pick up speed. He moves your bra to the one side, twirling your nipple with his tongue, then lightly biting it. He push your breast up, twirling your nipple with his thumb, crashing his lips on to yours.
Pulling back slightly, “be quiet my pet. Don’t want anyone to hear you. Though seeing the look on your ex’s face would nice. Him seeing you get fucked by your boss, by me.” That sent chills down you spine. Inserting a third finger into you, he wanted to make you cum. He thrusted his fingers faster and harder in and out of you, you did you best to suppress your moans.
You can feel yourself building up, you weren’t sure how much longer you could take it. “Cum for me my sweet little dove.” His lips brushed against your as he spoke. You cum on demand all over his fingers. Nuzzling his nose against your cheek, “such a good little dove.”
Slipping his fingers out of you, he brought them up to his mouth, licking them clean as he gives you a wink. He starts to walk away from you, “I have a meeting until 7 tonight. I will swing by your place afterward and pick you up for dinner.” With that he walks out of your lab leaving you in a complete daze, staring after the man.
“What the fuck just happened.” You said as you tried to catch your breath. Quickly readjusting yourself and did your best to back to work, but your mind kept on replaying what just happened.
Dinner didn’t go as planned. Instead you found yourself on top of your counter naked with Harry between your legs. He came into your place saying he was hungry and couldn’t wait to get to the restaurant to eat.
Your legs placed on his shoulders. His tongue glides between your folds, circling around your clit before sucking on it.
Your hands gripes tighter on his hair as you let out a moan out his name. His tongue went down to your entrance circling around it, teasing your a bit. He glanced up to watch your chest rise and fall, your face contorting as your high builds up.
Pulling your legs off of his shoulders, he stood up straight, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you during my meeting.” He starts to unbuckle his belt, “I thought about leaving early because I couldn’t stand it anymore.” Dropping his pants and boxer to the ground, “you have no idea how quickly I left that meeting once it was over.” He stroke himself a few times, “seeing you like this, all spread out for me.” He uses his other hand to rub your thigh. “All to myself.” He lines himself up and in one quick motion he slides into your cunt.
You both let out a loud moan. You grabbing the edge of the counter while Harry gripes either side of your hips. Harry took a moment to enjoy himself inside of you before he slowly start to move his hips back and forth.
“Shit, Harrison…” your head rolled to the side, enjoying his movements.
“You like this? You like my cock inside of you?” He thrusted forward. You let out a sharp gasp as he did that.
“Yes, yes I do.” You moan out, enjoying the sensation of him sliding in and out of you. Leaning down, he kiss between your breast, he hands wonders up to your hips, getting a better gripe on you. “Mmm, you are exactly as I hoping you to be.” Harry purrs out. “So perfect. Perfectly tight around my cock.”
Trailing up to your collar bone, up your neck, then to your lips, biting and sucking your lower lip. Your hands on his back trails up to neck and hair.
He picks up the pace as he picks up your hips to get a better angle which did the trick, a loud gasp left your mouth.
“That’s right my little mink, let it out.” He pounds into you harder faster, his nails digging into your flesh. He lets moan, “I’m so close, fuck.”
“Same here.” His thrust became stronger and sloppy as they both came. Lowering her hips and resting his forehead on her’s as they both try to catch their breath. Slowly out of you, reaching over to get some tissues to clean himself and you up.
Jumping off the counter, Harry pulls your flush against him giving your a rather passionate kiss. “I’m guessing we won’t be making our dinner reservations?” You ask.
Both looking over to the clock to see it was way past closing time, “doesn’t look like it, but I can pull some strings.” He said with a devilish smirk on his face.
Making a few calls, food was delivered to your place. You and Harry curled up on the couch with a nice warm blanket watching a movie and eating the food he ordered.
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Rebound
Harry Wells x Reader
Summary: After discovering that your partner was cheating on you at the Star Labs party, you decided to hook up with someone and that someone was your boss Harry Wells.
Word count: 3,336
Warning: Smut with no real plot
A/N: This is based off a dream I had.
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During the Star Lab company party, your partner dumped you when you found them in a room with one of your co-workers. Shocked and humiliated, you rushed out of that room.
Calmly making your way out into the main room where the party was at, you did your best to keep a straight face as you made your way out onto the back deck of the venue. You gripe on to the railing tightly as you try to suppress a cry. Little did you know, when you were making your way out, you caught the eye of someone.
Now with tears in your eyes as you let out a cry, a voice startled you, “you alright, (y/n)?”
Jumping slightly as you turn around to see your boss Harrison Wells standing there, perfectly lite by the moonlight and the soft glow for the little string lights on the deck.
With your hand over your heart as you try to calm down and regain your composer, “Dr. Wells, what are you doing here?”
“I saw you running out here with a sad look on your face.” With hands in his pockets he took a few steps closer, “also, I saw your partner leaving with their arms around someone who wasn’t you.” He was now standing next to you, leading on the railing. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.” He glance over to you with a soft smile on his face.
You wiped away a tear, voice cracked a bit, “yeah, I caught them with that person and they dumped me right then and there.”
Placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry to hear that, (y/n). Anything I can do for you?” His voice was calm but you could sense a bit of anger in his voice.
“Transfer them to a different country?”
Smiling widely at you, “I can see what I can do.” Oh his smile always melts your problems away.
Smiling back to him, you both let out a laugh. “I honestly thought they were the one for me, y’know? Guess I was wrong.” Your face fall thinking back to all those time your partner was late home or how cozy they got their your co-wonder. “How could I’ve been so dumb.” You ran your fingers through your hair feeling another way of tears coming.
Harrison in away feels guilty about everything. He was the one who brought in the new worker and placed them with you and your partner. “Come here.” He opens his arms up to you. You look over to him not really sure what to do but you turn to face him. He pulls you into a hug, “everything will be alright, I promise.” Harry kiss the top of your head.
A warm feeling came over you when he did that. You bury your nose into his white button up shirt, inhaling his cologne. The smell calming you down. His hugs was warm and comforting, felt like nothing could hurt you anymore.
Harry’s arms relax a bit as he held you. Burying his nose into your hair, the smell of your shampoo flows up into his nose; the scent that he always enjoy.
Both pulling back slightly, gazing into each other’s eyes. Without warning, Harry cups your face into his hands, pulling you into a kiss. It was greedy and lustful, filled with desperation. His tongue ran across your lips causing you to open your mouth. His tongue explores your mouth, meeting with your tongue. Soft moan escaping you both.
Your hands reached down to the buckles of his belt, swiftly undoing them and his bottom and zipper. Quickly dropping down to your knees, giving little time for Harry to process what you were doing, you gave his soften harden cock a few strokes before your lips were wrapped around the tip of it.
Harry gasped out at your action, doing his best to stabilize him with railing behind him. Yes, he did dream of this very often, but never thought that it would come true. You and your partner were so in love; at least he thought you two were. If he had know how much of a cheater your partner was, he would of approached you sooner.
With a flick of your tongue against the head of his cock set shivers down his spine. You move your head forward, taking more of him inside of you. Moving your tongue left and right as you did so. Small mans and gasp left Harry’s mouth as you did so.
You could taste some of pre-cum leaking out of him and his dick hardening in your mouth. You slowly moved backwards, tongue glazing the bottom of his cock. You continued on moving your head back and forth, tongue wrapping around his now harden cock. Your hands went up to his bare thighs, slowly stroking them.
Your mouth left his cock to go to his balls. Taking them in your mouth you sucked on them and swirl them around with your tongue cause Harry to moan out your name.
Going start back to his cock, you continued on with what you were doing, until his phone rang. You tried to pull away but Harry’s one hand quickly tangled in your hair, preventing you from going any further way from him. He was clearly enjoying himself. You couldn’t help let out a chuckle, sending vibration down his dick. His head fall backwards at the feeling of it. Loathing who ever is calling him. With his other hand, he reached into his jacket pocket to retrieve his phone.
“Hello.” He answered with slight annoyance in his voice. “What is it Ramon?” Harry stares down at you as you continue to take him in. He tightens his gripe on your hair, thrusting his hip forward making you take more of him in your mouth. You could hear Harry letting out a sigh, his head rolls back as he said, “be right there.” Hanging up the phone, he glance down to you with his cock still in your mouth. Oh, how he wishes he didn’t have to leave, but sadly he was needed at Star Labs. “Ramon needs me at the labs.”
Slowly pulling away, doing your best to make this moment enjoyable to him. You hopped up onto your feet, ”have fun with Ramon.” Then reaching up to whisper into his ear, “but not too much.” You pull back, giving Harry a wink before you skip back to the party.
Harry was counting his blessing for having total recall. He would be replaying tonight over and over again. Fixing himself up, he hands over to Star Labs to help with the problem.
Instead of staying at the party, you quickly made your way home. Kicking off your shoes, you pulled out your phone to dial up your friend Felicity.
“Hello!” A chipper Felicity answered.
“I did something that could cost me my job.” You crashed on to your couch.
“Oh no, what did you do?” Felicity too was taking a seat on her couch.
“I might of sucked my boss’s dick at the company party.” You said with a bit of pain in your voice. You got caught up in the moment with him kissing you and you hoping that your partner would come looking for you only to find your boss’s dick in your mouth. Oh what a stupid move.
“You did WHAT?” Felicity almost dropped her phone. “How did this happened?”
You explained everything that happened earlier that day to her.
“Oh, what a dick! How could they do that to you? I mean, if you were going to rebound, might as well go big and big you went. How big is he? How was the kiss?” Felicity curiosity was slowly getting the best of her.
“Felicity! That’s my boss you are talking about!”
“And you made out and went down on him!”
“Ugh, what am I suppose to do? I have work on Monday. I can’t show my face to him. He might think I’m easy or something. Trying to get a promotion.”
“Dr. Wells knows that everything that happened tonight was because you were emotional and he just took advantage of it.” Felicity was trying to comfort you the best way possible.
“What? No, he didn’t take advantage of me! He was… trying to comfort me…”
“Comforting you by sticking his dick in your mouth.”
“OH MY GOD!”
The two of you spent most of the time talking, trying to come up with a plan for Monday.
Still not knowing how to handle the situation with your boss, you decided to call in sick the next morning. You didn’t have anything important to do that day anyway. Only to meet up with your now ex-partner and their new partner.
Harry made his way down he hallway towards your lab. After dodging phone calls, meetings, and people wanting to see him about something; he wasn’t paying attention to them. All his mind was on you he wanted to talk to you ask you out to dinner.
Upon arriving to your lab, he discovered it to be empty. He called out your name a few times before he pulls out his phone to call his secretary who informed him that you called out sick today. Hanging up his phone, he went over your schedule for today and when he realized that you were suppose to work with your ex-partner. Hoping that you were trying to avoid them and not him. He pockets his phone and heads back to his office. He will try again the following day.
You called out for the next 3 days which left Harry a bit frustrated. So, when you came back into work, he was going to confront you in your lab. That way you had no choice but to face him.
Walking into your lab, you set down you bag and coat as you booted up your computers and machines. You had a few test to run before you and your team could move on with your project. Pulling up your music playlist, you put on your workplace music. Closing your eyes as you let out a sigh of content, you got down to work.
Few hours had past and you were getting so lost in your work that you didn’t hear someone calling out your name.
When a hand came down on your shoulder, you jumped a feet as you let out a scream. Your boss Harrison put his hands up, “I thought you heard me calling out your name, (Y/N).”
Turning off your music as you spoke, “no, I was too caught up with the music, I mean work!” Daring not to face your boss as your face start to feel warm.
“It’s alright. I also get caught up in the music I play as well.”
Sheepishly looking over to him, “really? Thought you would be a ‘no distraction’ type of guy.”
Laughing out, “people would think that but I’m more lay back then I let on.”
“Oh I bet.” You fiddle with your fingers, “so, what brings you down here, Dr. Wells?”
He inhales, looking away from you before he spoke, “I’m here to talk about what happened last week.” He glance back to you seeing your eyes widen in fear. “I’m not here to fire you-” he puts a hand out to you to try and calm you but you interrupt him, “I’m so sorry, Dr. Wells. I let my emotions get the best of me. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
He was taken aback by what you were saying. He was so sure that you wanted to be with him. “Are you sure about that?”
“I-” you stare into his blue eyes, those eyes that make you go crazy. Yes, you do want this, you want it more then anything. You weren’t sure what was stopping you. He can see the hesitation in your eyes. He knew the perfect way to get you to make up your mind.
He comes close to you, towering over you, forcing your back against your table. He leans in close to you pinning you between his arms, Harry leans very close to your mouth, “tell me again that you don’t want this.”
“I-” tilting your head up, inching a bit closer to his lips, words escaping your mind.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” One of Harry’s hands slithers up underneath of your shirt. His warm hands against your skin, causing goose bumps to form.
A breathless yes finally came out of your mouth. His mouth collides with your. Your hands went up to his hair, tangling themselves. Harry pressed himself against you, resting his one hand on your bare low back as the other comes up to the back of your head.
Pulling his lips away from yours, he rest his head on your forehead as yo both catch your breath, “Do you want this?” He wanted to make sure you truly wanted this.
Lightly nodding your head as a weak ‘yes’ left your lips.
His hands slides against your hips, moving to your front. Sliding his fingers up the front of your skirt, his fingers slides between your legs, rubbing against you. A soft moan left your mouth as his fingers works his way back and forth again your underwear. You wanted more, you wanted his fingers inside of you.
“You like that, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ears, leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck.
“Yes, yes I do.” Another moan come out of you, “I need you in me, Harrison.”
You could feel his smirk against your skin. He wasted no time. His fingers pushing your underwear to the one side, sliding his fingers between your folds. He tease you a bit, circling the tip of his finger against your entrance. “Hmm, so wet for me, are we sweetheart.” He purrs into your ear right before slipping one finger into you.
You moan out, griping the front of his shirt. “You like this? You like me fucking you with my finger?”
“Y-yes.” Your breath was shaky.
Slipping a second finger in you, you gasp out tightening your gripe on his shirt. Harry was enjoying seeing you withering like this. He kept it slow and steady for now, enjoying the feeling of you. The way your walls close in on his fingers and the pump and curl in you. His thumb when to your clit, rubbing circles around it. You let out an other gasp. You reached behind you with one hand to gripe the edge of the desk. You could feel your knees becoming weak.
His other hand made their way down your neck, down to your breast, giving it a squeeze. His hand pushed up your blouse exposing your bra. He leans down kissing between your breast then moving to the right kissing and sucking the side of them. His hand went to your other breast massaging and pinching your nipple. His fingers start to pick up speed. He moves your bra to the one side, twirling your nipple with his tongue, then lightly biting it. He push your breast up, twirling your nipple with his thumb, crashing his lips on to yours.
Pulling back slightly, “be quiet my pet. Don’t want anyone to hear you. Though seeing the look on your ex’s face would nice. Him seeing you get fucked by your boss, by me.” That sent chills down you spine. Inserting a third finger into you, he wanted to make you cum. He thrusted his fingers faster and harder in and out of you, you did you best to suppress your moans.
You can feel yourself building up, you weren’t sure how much longer you could take it. “Cum for me my sweet little dove.” His lips brushed against your as he spoke. You cum on demand all over his fingers. Nuzzling his nose against your cheek, “such a good little dove.”
Slipping his fingers out of you, he brought them up to his mouth, licking them clean as he gives you a wink. He starts to walk away from you, “I have a meeting until 7 tonight. I will swing by your place afterward and pick you up for dinner.” With that he walks out of your lab leaving you in a complete daze, staring after the man.
“What the fuck just happened.” You said as you tried to catch your breath. Quickly readjusting yourself and did your best to back to work, but your mind kept on replaying what just happened.
Dinner didn’t go as planned. Instead you found yourself on top of your counter naked with Harry between your legs. He came into your place saying he was hungry and couldn’t wait to get to the restaurant to eat.
Your legs placed on his shoulders. His tongue glides between your folds, circling around your clit before sucking on it.
Your hands gripes tighter on his hair as you let out a moan out his name. His tongue went down to your entrance circling around it, teasing your a bit. He glanced up to watch your chest rise and fall, your face contorting as your high builds up.
Pulling your legs off of his shoulders, he stood up straight, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you during my meeting.” He starts to unbuckle his belt, “I thought about leaving early because I couldn’t stand it anymore.” Dropping his pants and boxer to the ground, “you have no idea how quickly I left that meeting once it was over.” He stroke himself a few times, “seeing you like this, all spread out for me.” He uses his other hand to rub your thigh. “All to myself.” He lines himself up and in one quick motion he slides into your cunt.
You both let out a loud moan. You grabbing the edge of the counter while Harry gripes either side of your hips. Harry took a moment to enjoy himself inside of you before he slowly start to move his hips back and forth.
“Shit, Harrison…” your head rolled to the side, enjoying his movements.
“You like this? You like my cock inside of you?” He thrusted forward. You let out a sharp gasp as he did that.
“Yes, yes I do.” You moan out, enjoying the sensation of him sliding in and out of you. Leaning down, he kiss between your breast, he hands wonders up to your hips, getting a better gripe on you. “Mmm, you are exactly as I hoping you to be.” Harry purrs out. “So perfect. Perfectly tight around my cock.”
Trailing up to your collar bone, up your neck, then to your lips, biting and sucking your lower lip. Your hands on his back trails up to neck and hair.
He picks up the pace as he picks up your hips to get a better angle which did the trick, a loud gasp left your mouth.
“That’s right my little mink, let it out.” He pounds into you harder faster, his nails digging into your flesh. He lets moan, “I’m so close, fuck.”
“Same here.” His thrust became stronger and sloppy as they both came. Lowering her hips and resting his forehead on her’s as they both try to catch their breath. Slowly out of you, reaching over to get some tissues to clean himself and you up.
Jumping off the counter, Harry pulls your flush against him giving your a rather passionate kiss. “I’m guessing we won’t be making our dinner reservations?” You ask.
Both looking over to the clock to see it was way past closing time, “doesn’t look like it, but I can pull some strings.” He said with a devilish smirk on his face.
Making a few calls, food was delivered to your place. You and Harry curled up on the couch with a nice warm blanket watching a movie and eating the food he ordered.
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Deserve
Summary: Marc never stays with you after he fucks you. You are better left in the hands of Steven. This time, he doesn't leave you.
Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader (implied Steven Grant x Reader)
Word Count: ~4k
Warnings: smut, some references to rough sex, angst (with a happy ending) - don't let me fool you this is just touch starved marc struggling with being loved
A/N: im fine im just really out here with nothing else to do but think about moon knight
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Marc was an intense person. 
He was like the patter of rain against the roof, against an open window pane. He was like the shock and flash of lightning during a storm. 
The grim set of his mouth and shoulders, the unending weight of the world that made his brows dip into that hard line. Marc felt more than he let on, was affected by things people said and did, let the blows rain like ash against his skin and said nothing. 
You had learned long ago that Marc did not welcome comfort, that he felt it was something he did not deserve to receive. Soft, shaded mornings were for his alter. Everything squishy and warm, hazed in the breathy glow of a sunrise, was for you and Steven, not him. 
Maybe it wasn’t that Marc didn’t welcome comfort. 
He craved it, wanted it, longed for it. 
And he should not long for it, want it, crave it. 
He’d told you as much, over and over, the weight of your gentle hands against his skin like burning embers. 
He wanted it. He so badly wanted to sink into that flame, but he was worried it would burn him alive, melt him down into something unrecognizable. 
It was only when something went particularly badly that he allowed some comfort. 
He loves you, this you know. 
You see it in the heaviness of his stare, in the intensity of his worry, in the way he hugged you, held your hand, worried after you like you had not survived for years on your own. 
But if you ever dared to hold his hand, hug him, drag your fingers down the length of his spine, it was too much for him. These were things he could offer you, but that you should not give him in return. These were not things he deserved, these were things better reserved to his alter, who was deserving of everything he was not. 
Marc is intense.
He’s hard and wild and something close to broken some days, when reality drifts in and out of focus, when the world is best left in the hands of Steven.
There’s always a beating heart of anxiety behind everything he does, that this time he will not be enough, that this time he will not be fast enough, that this time the universe would get the last laugh again.
So when Marc fucks you, he is intense, he is like the weight of the all consuming world poured out. Salt water in wounds. 
You don’t mind. 
The times he’s gentle with you, you get the sense that he’s mourning, like the act is grief, something lost that he’s stealing back from the gods. Something that is temporary and definitely not for him. 
This night, he had come to you like the storm he bred inside him, the hatred of self and fear of a future he could not control, of a tentative reality of things only he could see. 
Marc was rough with you.
His fingers in your mouth, his hand hard against your cunt, against your ass. He had buried himself inside you, set a punishing pace. When his mouth was on yours, his kiss had been more like an effort to consume you. When his hand wrapped around your throat, his eyes had snapped to the mirror, and you had known Steven had been cautioning him, that you were in fact breakable, no matter what you said, that he should be careful of you. 
But you’d covered his hand with your own and tightened his fingers, eyes fluttering closed as you lost yourself in whatever bit of himself he would give you. 
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A last stuttering breath passes your lips, eyes screwed closed, pleasure lighting up the insides of your veins, molten, like a river of fire that never ends. 
You clutch the sheets beneath your fingers and turn your face into a pillow as the last waves of your orgasam shutter through you. You bite off the moan that bubbles to the back of your throat when you feel Marc shift inside you, so full it's almost painful. 
Your thighs tremble, the insistent pressure of Marc’s hand against the back of your neck keeping you in place. His other hand kneads the flesh of your hip, and you know a bruise has already formed there. 
Marc pulls back, and thrusts into you one last time, a pleasant satisfied ache beginning between your legs. 
The firm fingers at your waist finally let you drop your hips to the mattress. 
You feel weightless and warm, content, like you’re floating through a cloud. Marc presses a kiss to the space between your shoulder blades, before the heavy bulk of his body surrounds yours. 
Disappointment darts through you in a brief little flash, because this is Marc’s parting gift to you always. 
The kiss between your shoulders, the all consuming fire of the warmth of him against you, before he hands the reigns to Steven. 
Marc never stays with you, after. The kiss against your spine is all you get from him. Whether because he can’t be bothered with taking care of you or because he feels he doesn’t deserve to, you aren’t sure. 
Steven is always there though, to kiss you back to life, to smile at you, make love to you so slowly and sweetly it was like a dream you never wanted to wake up from.  
His fingers slide up your arms, massaging as he goes, until he reaches your clenched hands, gently uncurling them from the fabric of the sheets until he can twist his fingers with yours. 
You feel him squeeze carefully, his nose dipping to the crook of your neck. 
A stillness falls over you both, silence, peace, creating a warm little bubble. 
You don’t mind his weight against you, it settles the frantic beating of your heart, drenches you in warmth. 
Normally, Steven would say something to you when he fronted, a kiss against your cheek and a softly spoken hello, love. 
Today, he’s silent, arms tight and grounding around you. 
But it's Steven, you know it must be. 
Because Marc never stays. 
You turn your head, nuzzling your nose against his arm, feeling his damp skin against your cheek. You want to open your eyes, reach up and touch the little black curl of hair you know must be stuck to his forehead at that moment. 
You’re content to stay like that with him, content to feel the gentle drift of his nose along the curve of your jaw. So you keep your eyes closed and let your mushy, sex-addled brain drift, as lips press along your jaw, behind the curve of your ear. 
And you’re happy to stay in the gentle warmth being offered to you, the glow of being loved so well.
But then, he does something inexplicable. 
Steven pulls away from you. 
He gets up. 
And he leaves. 
An empty feeling that you don’t like crawls up from the pit of your belly. A feeling that’s suspiciously like abandonment, that you know is not grounded in reality. 
Steven never left the bed, not without saying something to you first, not before checking in with you to ask what you needed or wanted. Especially not when Marc had been so rough with you. 
It was a routine that was being broken, a sacred step you didn’t know needed spoken out loud. 
You swallow thickly, peeling your eyes open. 
You don’t like the dirty, used feeling that’s overwhelming you, like you did not matter. 
Pushing yourself up is a monumental task, the ache of your bones like the grinding of cinder blocks against your flesh. You glance over your shoulder at the door. 
Then there’s a clatter from the bathroom and the door swings open, Steven emerging in only a pair of briefs. He still doesn’t say anything as he approaches and encourages you with gentle hands to roll over, the brief warmth of a washcloth between your legs. 
Which is odd. 
Because Steven would normally lie with you and talk with you, until you were coherent again, until you were secure enough for him to move away without feeling the sting of abandonment. 
Steven also talked almost non-stop to you, never without something to say. 
Normally,  you would throw on a shirt and play cards in bed, watch something on your laptop. Sometimes, Steven would just hold you and talk. Sometimes, he would make love to you again. 
But none of that happened until you were ready. 
Steven still doesn’t speak to you as he climbs back into bed, handing you Marc’s discarded shirt, which he gingerly helps you sit up and slip on.  
Steven’s head twitches toward the mirror, and you watch him watch his reflection for a moment. You frown, wondering what Marc could be saying to him. Marc, who always and without fail disappeared and walled himself off from both of you. 
And then it dawns on you. 
In your post-orgasm haze, and without the sound of his voice, you hadn’t noticed the signs that this was very clearly Marc still fronting, not Steven. 
Marc never stayed with you, never. 
Your throat is tight when he doesn’t say anything, his head is still swiveled toward the mirror, brows drawing tighter together with each passing minute. 
“Hey,” you clear your throat, “c’mere.” 
You snuggle down and hold out your arms. 
You half expect him to huff out an exasperated breath and lay back but avoid your touch. 
But he doesn’t. 
He curls into your arms, nudging his nose into the hollow at the base of your throat. He cradles you close, inhaling gently. 
But to your utter surprise, he lets you smooth your hands over his shoulders, through his unruly curls. The motion of it soothes you, comforts you. 
You glance toward the mirror and wish that you could see Steven there too, so you could ask what was going on in Marc’s head, why he was pretending to be Steven. 
“You okay?” You say as he lets you run a hand down his face, over the ridge of scar above his brow. 
It takes Marc a long time to respond, buried in your skin as he is, breathing you in, tracing rough hands along your hips and over your thighs, massaging where he knows you must be sore. 
You kiss the top of his head, blearily giving him all the love he was usually too prickly to receive.
He nods against you, so you slip hands down his back, over his hair. You aren’t sure why he’s pretending, but you find you don’t mind. It’s the kind of love you always want to shower Marc with but that he rarely allows. 
You want to ask him why, why he didn’t let Steven front. But you worry he might think you’re asking to see Steven, that you don’t want him there with you. 
Emotionally, Marc was a fortress, impenetrable and soldily quiet. Things simmered down in his gut, pushed away and down down down, until they overwhelmed him, until they burst to the surface in a violent torrent. 
Most often, it was when someone he loved was in danger, when the past became something he could no longer stare down, when the things he avoided were impossible to ignore.
And you’re terribly afraid that if you say anything now, he’ll clam up, shut down, pull away from you, leave the flat and take your heart with him. 
Gently, you slide down, until you’re eyelevel with him, one hand against his neck, thumb tracing the line of his jaw carefully. 
You feel Marc’s hands go to the small of your back, big hands gingerly tugging you closer, until your nose is touching his, until you share the same air. 
And you can hardly believe that the man who had smacked your pussy, held you down and fucked you until you felt like you couldn’t breathe, whispered filthy things in your ear that you can hardly remember, that your brain fuzzes out when you think about too much - is now holding you so gently you may as well be made of delicate glass, is now allowing you to stroke your hands through his hair, pet his broad shoulders. His eyes are closed, trust you didn’t think Marc possessed pouring over you in waves. 
You know why. 
You know why he’s doing this. 
Marc would rather accept love in the guise of his alter than ever believe he was worthy of it himself. 
You think about the hatred that lives inside Marc, about the self-hatred that loomed always at the back of his mind. The hatred that ran so deep, that he felt so potently, that even his alter had thought the worst of him at first. 
Killer, mercenary, cold-blooded. 
Things that Marc accepted into the folds of who he was without question. 
Marc never let you hold him like this, and so you do so for as long as you can bear, tilting your chin into his so you can kiss him softly, feeling the slow drift of his hands down your sides to the curve of your ass, over the bruised skin of your hips and thighs. He hooks his fingers behind your knee and tugs your leg over his hip. 
You finger a curl at the back of his neck, the glow of brown skin molten in the low light of the flat. 
You swallow and hope that you don’t drive him away, but you can’t stand it any longer - his thinking that this is softness you would only grace Steven with. 
“Marc,” you whisper. “I know it's you.” 
Even the way they hold you is different. Of course, you can always tell. You did not need their voices to tell you who was fronting. 
Marc’s eyes flash open and you’re surprised to see fear there. 
You hold fast to him, though he doesn’t try to pull away. You raise a questioning brow and resume your gentle ministrations, trying to show him without words that you did not treat him carefully because you thought he was Steven. 
“How’d you know?”
You shake your head and press your thumb against the center of his chin, “I can always tell. It’s not something you can really hide.”
He tries to tug his face away from your hand but you don’t let him, stubbornly making him look into your eyes. 
“Baby,” you say, “You know that you are just as deserving-,”
“Don’t,” he says sharply. “Don’t do that.”
“But you are, Marc. I always want to do this but you always leave me,” you stoke a hand through his hair. “I know Steven has talked to you about it, too. Told you that you don’t have to go.”
Marc is stiff against you and you consider for a moment letting him go. 
But you don’t. 
You hold on, and murmur, “It’s okay to want this. It’s okay.” You keep feathering your hand through his hair, your touch as gentle as you can make it. “I love you, you know.” You touch the gold chain around his neck and finally glance away from his eyes, staring at the hollow of his throat instead as you say, “You don’t always have to have your walls up. I’m not - I won’t -,” you stop and consider your next words. “I love you exactly as you are.” 
There’s a long moment of silence after that, one in which your heart beats painfully fast and you wait for Marc to push you away. 
But it doesn’t come, his body slowly relaxes against yours again, your fingers continuing their careful press against his skin. 
His head tips toward the mirror on the wall, and he nods after a few long minutes, carefully plucking up one of your hands, to kiss each of your fingers, the flat of your palm, and then to curl them closed again, hold your hand against his chest. 
You can feel the steady thrum of his heart, and Marc doesn’t look at you when he says. “I want it too.” 
You wait a moment but he doesn’t say more. 
“I’m happy to give it to you, Marc.” 
“You - you give too much as it is.” He pauses for a long moment, before pushing you onto your back, hovering over you, his eyes darting over your face. 
And you’re amazed, wondering, at the love struck expression he wears, like you were the pinnacle of a universe that barely made sense, that was barely held together. 
“Steven deserves this,” he nods down at you. “He’s never-,” 
You hear the unspoken words - that is why Steven was born after all, to be all the things Marc thought he wasn’t, to shield himself. 
“Stop it. Marc, you are not your past. You are not bad. You carry around the weight of the world and these sins you think are yours alone. They aren’t.” You tip your head up to nudge your nose against his, Marc’s hands pinning both of yours to the space beside your shoulders. 
Marc is looking at you in that intense way of his, brows furrowed, mouth tilted in that overly-serious line. 
“And what if I don’t think I deserve it, huh? To get you like this?” 
“Don’t listen to you, then. Listen to me.” You hitch your knees up to frame his hips, holding him against you, levering pressure into the backs of his thighs until he drops down fully against you. “You deserve it. More than most.”
You know everything he’s ever done is flashing through his mind. His brother’s death and his mother’s wrath. His time as a mercenary, his time in the military. The way he thinks he breaks and folds and isn’t strong enough, never strong enough, not enough. The mistake of Khonshu. The way he thinks he failed Layla and Steven, and that he will do it all over again. 
“Hey,” you nudge his jaw again. “Quit that.” 
Marc nods slowly, intense stare pinning you down. “I deserve it.” He says it like he expects you to disagree with him, to laugh. 
“Yes,” you breathe. “I’ll remind you of that.” He releases your wrists, burying his nose in your neck, the breath he sucks in is shaky and wild, the drum beat of a storm he stored inside the stoic stone that surrounded his heart. 
You cup a hand against the back of his neck, your other hand sliding down his side, tracing the violent scars that dot his ribs. Carefully, you slide his boxers down his thighs. Your touch is soft against him, your body already welcoming to him, and he slides into you with a quiet groan. 
It’s not like making love with Steven, who was sillier and goofier than Marc would ever be. 
It’s different to how Marc normally fucks you, when the mood strikes him to give it to you slow. 
This time, it's sweet, it's like the smoky burn of incense, like the homecoming he’d been waiting for for years. Marc kisses you softly, groans into your mouth when he was normally quiet aside to talk to you, demand things from you. 
You tighten your legs around him, encourage him to move slower, push deeper. 
“Fuck,” he whispers against the delicate skin of your neck. 
Sweat beads on his forehead, the glow of him against you like the sun. When you push the curls back from his forehead to look into his eyes, you catch something vulnerable in your heart, like the knife of everything Marc was storming into you. 
“Fuck,” he murmurs again. 
He ducks his head to kiss a path along your throat, where earlier his palm had circled the flesh. 
You drag your nails along his back, rub a hand through his hair, rock the cradle of your hips along with his. 
Marc reaches for one of your hands, kisses your fingers before guiding your hand to your cunt, “Sorry baby, I’m not gonna last. Need you to touch yourself for me.” 
You’re only a little bit shocked, but you tip his chin up to kiss him. Marc normally had a stamina that could win awards. 
Not now, it seemed. Not when you had given him permission to be slow and gentle and soft. 
Your breath is squeezed from your lungs, the heavy drag of him inside you almost enough to make you come. 
Marc doesn’t let you breathe, his mouth an insistent press against yours until you pull away with a gasp and you hear the sound of a quiet laugh against your throat, teeth digging into your jaw. 
You come unexpectedly, hips jerking up to meet him as Marc gives a harder thrust, looping an arm beneath one of your knees to open you up more, to slide that much deeper. 
The spot he hits within you makes your toes curl, makes it hard to catch a breath. 
“I can destroy you like this too, huh?” Marc asks, grinding against you, hips swirling as you groan from the breathless pleasure darting up your spine. 
“Don’t ruin this, Spector,” you huff, nipping at his jaw, only laughing a little. 
“Keep touching yourself. I didn’t say to stop,” he answers. 
Your eyes roll back when his tongue curls against the hollow of your throat. “I want you to come again,” his voice is a husky rasp in your ear.  
You’re still wearing Marc’s shirt, but when he releases your leg to palm your breasts through the fabric, you regret ever letting him partially dress you. 
“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, “You’re so tense. Come for me again, hm? Come for me.” When he pinches your nipple and rolls it between his fingers, you do. White hot pleasure courses up your spine, makes your mind go blank. “Fuck, are you coming?”
“Yes,” you moan, “I’m coming for you.” 
“For me,” he repeats. “For me.”
“Marc,” you whisper, pleasure making your vision go fuzzy, your exhausted body trembling. “Marc, I love you.” 
His hand goes to your ass, angles your hips, before he thrusts so deep you see stars and he spills inside you.
You make sure to wrap your arms around his head, tightening your grip until he wiggles. “Can’t breathe, baby.” But you don’t want him to go anywhere, you don’t want the idea to even occur to him. 
You loosen your grip but say, “Don’t leave.” 
Marc’s jaw tightens, “Sorry about that.” 
“S’ok. Just don’t go.” 
“Not going anywhere tonight, honey.” 
You nod, nuzzling your nose against his cheek when Marc takes your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your fingers and wrist, your forearm, the crease of your elbow. 
“Stop that,” you grouse, a giggle at the tip of your tongue.
“I’m obsessed with you. I can’t.” 
You do laugh then, and he rolls you onto your side. He slips free from you and you feel the emptiness immediately, but then Marc is kissing you again, insistent and demanding, and it's forgotten. His fingers dance up the column of your spine, tracing the delicate vertebrae of bone with soft fingers. 
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he whispers. It's so rare to see him without that stoic facade, the burned in self-hatred, that your heart gives a painful thump. 
You kiss his sweaty brow and think to remind him of something. “You’re so good, Marc. You deserve good things. You deserve kindness.” 
He doesn’t answer and you know he’s fighting down that automatic response, so ingrained into him it was almost a part of his DNA. 
“I deserve it,” he murmurs eventually and you figure it's as close as you’ll get to agreement. 
Marc lets you hold him, and he doesn’t try to move once. 
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