#Eobard Thawne smut

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | EoWells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, explicit, pinned to the wall, from behind, rough.

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨—𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.

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You really needed to stop staring at him.

But how could you, when he kept doing that?

Harrison Wells—or rather, Eobard Thawne, hidden behind that brilliant, calculating façade—sat behind his desk, his electric wheelchair angled slightly as if to put the room beneath his command. His brow furrowed, eyes distant, lips set in that maddening way they always did when he was spinning the web of his next scheme.

And then it happened again.

His hand rose almost absent-mindedly, fingers brushing his lower lip. It was the lightest, most fleeting touch—a thoughtless gesture, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. But you were. Oh, you were.

It wasn’t the first time you’d caught him in this unconscious habit. It wasn’t even the second or third time. And yet, every single time, it hit you like a lightning bolt, leaving you breathless, warm, and thoroughly annoyed with yourself.

How could something so simple, so innocent, feel like it had been designed to unravel you?

"Y/N?"

Barry’s voice cut through your spiraling thoughts, snapping you back to reality. You blinked, heat creeping up your neck as you realized you’d been zoning out again—your eyes locked on Harrison like he was the only thing in the room.

“Huh?” you replied, feigning innocence, but Barry’s expression told you he wasn’t buying it. His gaze flicked from you to Harrison and then back again, one eyebrow raised in silent suspicion.

“Are you okay? You’ve been staring at him for like… a while.”

“I have not,” you said quickly, too quickly.

Barry’s mouth twitched, and the corner of his lips curled upward. “You totally were—”

“Nope!” you interrupted, your voice a little too loud. Heat flared in your cheeks, and you quickly turned away, suddenly very interested in the files on your desk. “Just thinking. About… stuff.”

Barry squinted at you, not even pretending to believe your excuse. But, mercifully, he didn’t press further, muttering something under his breath about people being “weird today.”

Unfortunately, the damage was done. Your concentration was shot. Not that it had been much better before Barry interrupted.

You could feel Harrison’s presence like a gravitational pull, your eyes sneaking back to him before you could stop yourself. And there he was again—still deep in thought, still playing absent-mindedly with his lip as though it wasn’t driving you insane.

Your hand clenched into a fist beneath the desk. This was getting ridiculous.

He had to know. Didn’t he? He was too perceptive, too cunning not to notice the way your gaze lingered, the way your breathing hitched every time he did that. Maybe this was just another way he toyed with people—his intellect and his physicality working in tandem to unravel you piece by piece.

Or maybe it was you. Maybe you were the one reading into things, projecting feelings you shouldn’t have onto moments that probably meant nothing to him at all.

Either way, you couldn’t keep going like this. You had to put an end to it before you lost what was left of your sanity.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you stood, the chair scraping back noisily against the floor. Barry glanced at you, startled, but you didn’t give him a chance to say anything. Your focus was locked on Harrison.

“Harrison,” you said, louder than intended, but your voice didn’t waver.

He looked up, surprised. His brow unfurrowed, and for a moment, he regarded you with that piercing gaze that seemed to strip you bare. “Yes?”

Your heart thundered in your chest as you crossed the room in a few determined strides. You didn’t give yourself time to overthink, didn’t let doubt creep in.

You bent down to his level, your face inches from his, and before he could say another word, your lips were on his.

The kiss was sudden and rough, all heat and desperation. For a moment, he froze—shocked, caught off guard. But then his hands were on you, gripping your waist as he pulled you closer, deepening the kiss until you were practically breathless.

It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a collision, a meeting of two forces that had been simmering for far too long. His lips moved with a deliberate hunger, and the low sound he made in his throat sent shivers down your spine.

When you finally pulled back, gasping for air, you were met with the sight of Harrison Wells—no, Eobard Thawne—looking more human than you’d ever seen him. His lips were slightly parted, his breathing uneven, and his eyes… his eyes burned with something primal, something that made your pulse race all over again.

Barry’s strangled voice from the corner of the room broke the moment.

“Uh, what the hell just happened?” he finally managed, looking between the two of you like he’d stumbled into the wrong room entirely.

You let out a small, breathless laugh, your hand still resting lightly on Harrison’s shoulder, his gaze never leaving yours. “Just something I needed to get out of my system,” you said, voice steady despite the whirlwind inside you.

Harrison’s lips curved into a slow, almost predatory smile. The kind that made your stomach flip and your knees wobble a little more than you’d like to admit. “Is that so?” he murmured, his tone lower now, almost a purr.

Your fingers brushed his shoulder as you stepped back, creating some much-needed space, though you could feel his presence as though he were still holding you. You shrugged, trying to seem casual despite the blush still creeping up your neck. “It was getting hard to focus,” you said simply, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

Barry groaned, loud and dramatic, throwing his hands in the air. “Oh my god, I’m leaving. You two are ridiculous.” He spun on his heel, muttering something about never being able to unsee this as he stormed out of the room.

Once Barry was gone, the room felt electric, charged with something unspoken. Harrison’s gaze never wavered from yours, his lips still faintly parted, as though tasting the remnants of your kiss.

“You’re bold,” he murmured, his voice low and edged with something darker. He rose from the desk, his towering presence making your breath hitch. “But I wonder… is that all you needed to get out of your system?”

His question was a challenge—a dare. And you weren’t about to back down.

You stepped closer, the heat between you nearly suffocating. “Why? Were you hoping for more?”

A flicker of a smirk danced across his lips. “Always.”

Before you could process his words, he extended a hand toward you, palm open, an invitation you couldn’t refuse. Tentatively, you placed your hand in his, only for him to pull you forward with a suddenness that made you gasp. The motion sent you stumbling onto his lap, a surprised laugh slipping from your lips as you caught yourself against his shoulders.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” you teased, breathless and already feeling the warmth of him against you.

“Me?” His smirk widened as his hands found your waist, steadying you in place like you belonged there. “I’m not the one who started this.”

Before you could reply, he leaned in and kissed you again, stealing the words right off your lips. This kiss was deeper, more confident, and it set your pulse racing. His fingers dug into your sides just enough to anchor you as your hands found their way into his hair, tangling in the soft strands. The kiss wasn’t just heat—it was hunger, as though he’d been waiting for this moment as long as you had.

When he finally pulled back, leaving you breathless, he didn’t let go. Instead, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a mischievous glint. “So,” he drawled, his voice low and teasing, “you’ve been dreaming about my lips, haven’t you?”

Your cheeks burned at the accusation, but you weren’t about to let him win that easily. “Your lips?” you replied, leaning in until your nose brushed his. “I’ve been dreaming about all of you.”

His laugh was soft, a low rumble in his chest that you felt more than heard. “Careful,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “If you keep saying things like that, I might not let you go.”

“And what makes you think I’d want you to?” you shot back, your confidence emboldened by the way his breath hitched at your words.

The hand on your waist slid higher, tracing the curve of your back as his lips found your neck, pressing soft, deliberate kisses that made you arch against him. 

"Okay, that's it," he said, his voice firm with resolve.

Before you could process what he meant, his hand moved to the control of his wheelchair, and in one swift motion, he started driving you both out of the Cortex. Your breath hitched, half from the thrill of not knowing where he was taking you or what he planned to do, and half from the absurdity of the situation. The hum of the motor filled the silence, but your mind raced louder.

You tried, really tried, to stifle your giddy excitement—the thrill of being dragged away by him was intoxicating—but it wasn’t working. The corners of your mouth twitched upward despite your best efforts to keep your composure.

As you rolled down the hallway together, the moment you passed Cisco and Caitlin was the tipping point. Both of them froze mid-step, their eyes going comically wide. Caitlin’s jaw dropped, while Cisco’s face twisted in a mix of disbelief and barely contained amusement. Their reactions were too much to handle, and you burst into laughter, the sound echoing down the corridor.

“Oh my god,” Caitlin whispered, blinking rapidly as if trying to convince herself she wasn’t hallucinating.

“Wait, wait, wait—this is real?” Cisco stammered, pointing between the two of you like he needed a second opinion.

From somewhere in the back of the lab, Barry’s exasperated voice rang out, loud enough to cut through the commotion. “I told you! I told you this was happening, but nooo, you didn’t believe me!”

Your laughter doubled, tears threatening to spill as you caught sight of the sheer disbelief plastered across Cisco and Caitlin’s faces. Harrison didn’t so much as glance their way, his focus resolute as he maneuvered through the hall with you still perched in his lap, a picture of smug determination.

“Where are you taking me?” you finally managed to ask through your laughter, wiping at your eyes.

He glanced up at you, his expression unreadable except for the tiniest quirk of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Somewhere we can finish what you started without an audience.”

Your laughter caught in your throat, replaced by a blush that spread across your cheeks like wildfire. Whatever he had in mind, you had a feeling it was going to be unforgettable.

The wheelchair came to an abrupt stop as he reached the door of a small storage room tucked away in the hallway. Before you could question him, Harrison stood up in one swift, confident motion, pulling you up with him. His secret would be safe here.

He kicked the door shut behind you, locking it with a decisive click that sent a thrill coursing through your veins.

And then he was on you.

His lips crashed against yours with a fiery intensity, his hands cupping your face as though you might slip away if he didn’t hold you steady. The sheer force of his need left you breathless, and you barely noticed him guiding you backward until your back hit the wall. His body pressed against yours, caging you in with a heat that made your head spin.

“The fact is…” he murmured between fervent kisses, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “I’ve been staring too.”

“Oh?” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hands clutched at his shirt, desperate for something to hold onto as his lips moved lower, tracing the curve of your jaw and finding the sensitive skin of your neck.

A soft gasp escaped you as he peppered kisses there, his stubble grazing your skin just enough to drive you wild. “I’m not the only one with a maddening habit,” he teased, his breath warm against your neck, sending shivers through your entire body.

“Is that so?” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the haze clouding your thoughts. Your words mirrored his from earlier, and you could feel his smirk against your skin in response.

His hands slid down to your waist, gripping you firmly as his lips returned to yours, leaving no room for doubt in his kiss. It wasn’t just desire—it was control, frustration, and something deeper, as though he’d been holding himself back for far too long. You melted into him, your fingers slipping into his hair, pulling him closer, your mind reeling at how completely he consumed you.

Harrison’s hands slipped to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upward as his lips hovered just a breath away from yours. His movements were deliberate, each touch filled with purpose, as though he was savoring every moment. You lifted your arms, letting him pull the fabric over your head and toss it aside without a second thought.

His lips quirked into a wicked smirk as his fingers brushed over your bare shoulders, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Yes,” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear. “The way you bite your lip when you’re thinking… like you don’t realize how distracting it is.”

Your breath hitched as his hands slid to your waist, his thumbs brushing the bare skin just above your waistband. “I didn’t realize you noticed.”

“Oh, I notice,” he said, his voice a dark promise. He traced his fingers along the curve of your hips, his touch light but possessive. “Just like I notice the way you play with that strand of hair when you’re nervous. Do you have any idea how hard it is to focus when you do that?”

His words sent a thrill through you, your skin heating under his gaze as he reached for the button of your jeans, undoing it with ease. The zipper followed, the sound deafening in the charged silence of the room. He pushed them down slowly, his fingers brushing your thighs as he knelt before you to guide them off.

“And then there’s the way you laugh,” he continued, his voice growing huskier as his eyes trailed up your legs, drinking you in. “It’s like a spark—one that catches and burns until I can’t think about anything else.”

“Harrison…” you breathed, his name barely audible as he rose to his full height again, his hands finding your hips and pulling you flush against him.

“And don’t get me started,” he murmured, his lips brushing the hollow of your throat, “on the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. That look is enough to undo me.”

You shivered under his touch, your head falling back against the wall as his lips left a trail of heat down your neck. His hands reached behind you, deftly unclasping your bra and sliding the straps down your arms with agonizing slowness.

His hands lingered at your shoulders after sliding your bra free, his thumbs brushing your bare skin as if testing your reaction. The air felt heavy, charged with anticipation, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through you as his lips found the curve of your neck again, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that left you breathless.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that sent heat pooling deep within you. His hands slid down, fingertips ghosting over the curve of your waist before finding your breasts. His palms were warm, firm yet gentle, as he cupped them, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive peaks. The soft gasp that escaped you made him chuckle darkly, his lips curling into a smile against your collarbone.

“You’re so responsive,” he said, almost to himself, his lips traveling lower. He took his time, savoring every reaction he pulled from you as he kissed a slow path down the center of your chest. When his mouth finally closed over one peak, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, a moan slipped past your lips, your hands tangling in his hair to hold him closer.

He teased you relentlessly, alternating between gentle caresses and the scrape of his teeth, while his free hand traced lazy circles along your ribs and abdomen. Each touch felt calculated, deliberate, as though he wanted to drive you to the edge of madness. His lips moved lower, his tongue tracing patterns over your skin, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

When his hand finally slid down to the waistband of your panties, your breath caught. His fingers toyed with the delicate fabric, skimming the edge in a maddeningly slow tease. His lips were at your hip now, planting kisses just above where you ached for him most.

“Tell me,” he murmured, his voice rough, his breath hot against your skin. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Your head tilted back against the wall, a soft whimper escaping you. “Harrison, please…”

He smirked against your skin, clearly pleased with the desperation in your voice. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband, brushing over your most sensitive spot in a feather-light touch that made your knees go weak.

“Good,” he said, his voice dark with satisfaction as he continued his slow, torturous exploration. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Harrison—or rather, Eobard—continued his slow, deliberate teasing, his touch leaving you trembling with need. But the unfairness of it, the imbalance, made you stir against him, your hands moving to the hem of his tee-shirt.

Eobard continued his relentless teasing, driving you to the brink of madness with each deliberate touch. You clung to him, desperate for more, but the sight of him still fully dressed only amplified your frustration.

“This isn’t fair,” you murmured, breathless as your hands fisted in the fabric of his dark tee shirt. “You’re wearing too much.”

He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Then do something about it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your fingers curled around the hem of his shirt, and you tugged it upward, revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen and chest. He lifted his arms to help you pull it over his head, and the moment it was discarded to the floor, your hands were on him.

Your palms explored every inch of his exposed skin, tracing the hard planes of his chest, the soft curve of his collarbone, and the ripple of muscles beneath his smooth, warm skin. He shivered beneath your touch, his breath hitching as you ran your fingers down his stomach, teasing the line that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

“You’re so perfect,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest. Your lips followed your hands, pressing soft kisses along his neck and down his chest, reveling in the way his body responded to your every touch.

When you reached his waistband, you tugged at the button of his pants, undoing it slowly, savoring the moment. He let out a soft groan, his patience clearly wearing thin, but he didn’t stop you. You slid the zipper down and pushed the fabric over his hips, letting it fall to the floor. He stepped out of his pants, now left in just his briefs, the sight of him stealing your breath.

You reached out, your hand brushing over the hardness straining against the fabric. He groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as you palmed him, the friction making him tremble beneath your touch.

“You’re testing my limits,” he rasped, his voice rough and heavy with need.

“Good,” you teased, slipping your fingers beneath the waistband and tugging his briefs down. He stood bare before you, and the sheer power and vulnerability in that moment left you aching for him.

But he didn’t let you linger for long. In an instant, he lifted you, pressing your back firmly against the wall. Your panties were gone in a heartbeat, his hands steadying your thighs as he positioned himself at your entrance. He gripped himself, dragging the head of his arousal along your wetness, teasing you in a way that made you moan softly, your head falling back against the wall.

“Say my name,” he commanded, his voice low and filled with authority.

“Harrison,” you breathed, your body trembling with anticipation as he pressed the tip against you but didn’t push in.

A growl rumbled deep in his chest, his eyes blazing. “My real name.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze, your breath catching as you whispered the name that felt forbidden yet so right. “Eobard,” you moaned, your voice trembling with desire and surrender.

At that, he thrust into you in one smooth, deliberate motion, burying himself completely. The stretch was perfect, a delicious mix of fullness and fire that left you gasping for air. He groaned, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he held still for a moment, letting you adjust, savoring the way you fit around him.

“Good girl,” he murmured against your skin before pulling back and driving into you again, each thrust deliberate, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, and in that moment, there was nothing else but the two of you.

Eobard’s hands gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin as he held you against the cold, unforgiving wall of the storage room. The contrast of his warmth and the cool surface behind you only heightened the sensations coursing through your body. His thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second, every reaction he pulled from you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, your heels digging into the small of his back, urging him deeper. His breath came hot and ragged against your neck, each exhale brushing over the sensitive skin there, sending shivers down your spine. The sound of your bodies moving together—the wetness, the rhythm of his hips meeting yours—echoed in the small room, mingling with the soft creak of a nearby shelf.

The stretch of him inside you was exquisite, every thrust brushing against a spot that made your toes curl and your nails dig into his shoulders. You clung to him, your hands roaming over the hard muscles of his back, feeling them flex with each movement. The raw strength in the way he held you, lifting and pinning you so effortlessly, left you breathless.

“Eobard,” you moaned again, his name falling from your lips like a mantra, each syllable laced with desire.

“Say it again,” he growled, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he drove into you harder, his pace quickening. His voice was rough, commanding, yet there was a desperation to it—a need for you to give yourself to him completely.

“Eobard,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the wall, exposing your neck to him. He took advantage, his lips and tongue trailing down to the hollow of your throat, tasting the salt of your skin. His teeth scraped lightly, and the sharp sensation made you cry out, your walls clenching around him.

“You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure as his hands shifted, one sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over the hardened peak. The other remained at your hip, gripping you tightly to guide your movements, grinding you against him in a way that made you see stars.

The shelves behind him rattled slightly with each thrust, the vibrations sending supplies clattering against each other. A box tipped over and spilled its contents onto the floor, but neither of you cared. The chaos of the room only added to the urgency, the primal need consuming you both.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan, the sound deep and guttural. His hips snapped against yours with more force now, each movement precise and unrelenting. You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you, the pressure building with each thrust, coiling tight in your core.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice low but insistent. You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his expression a mix of raw hunger and unspoken emotion that made your breath catch.

The intensity of his gaze paired with the way his body moved against yours sent you over the edge. Your walls clenched around him as a wave of pleasure crashed through you, your cries echoing in the cramped space. He groaned loudly, his hips faltering for a moment as your release rippled around him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice strained as he buried himself deep inside you.

As the waves of your climax began to subside, your body trembled in his arms, your breathing ragged. Eobard held you close for a moment, his hands firm on your thighs, grounding you as you came down from the high. Slowly, he eased out of you, his movements careful, though the smoldering hunger in his eyes told you he wasn’t done.

Before you could steady yourself, he gently set you back onto your feet, his strong hands holding your waist to make sure you didn’t falter. 

“Turn around,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

You obeyed without hesitation, your legs still weak as you faced away from him. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you forward until you were pressed against a sturdy wooden shelf, its surface cluttered with storage containers and loose tools. The edge of the shelf bit into your thighs as he leaned into you, his breath hot against your ear.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he murmured, his hands sliding over your back, pressing you down until your chest rested against the shelf.

The position left you exposed, vulnerable, and it sent a thrill coursing through you. His hands moved to your hips, gripping firmly as he positioned himself behind you. You felt the hardness of him brush against your entrance again, teasing, sending a jolt of anticipation through your already-sensitive body.

“Eobard…” you whispered, the sound of his name a soft plea.

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding over your hips and lower back in a possessive caress. “You’re impatient,” he teased, his voice dripping with amusement, though the tension in his touch betrayed his own urgency.

Without another word, he slid into you again, the angle and depth making you gasp as he filled you completely. He stilled for just a moment, letting you adjust, before pulling back and thrusting into you again. The sound of his body meeting yours echoed in the small room, each movement sending the clutter on the shelf rattling.

His pace was relentless this time, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he pulled you back to meet him. The rough wood of the shelf pressed into your skin, but the pleasure overwhelmed everything else, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

“You’re perfect like this,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire as he leaned over you, his chest brushing your back. One hand slid up your spine, tangling in your hair, tugging gently to arch your neck back. His lips found the curve of your shoulder, biting lightly before soothing the spot with his tongue.

You moaned his name, the sound broken and raw, and he growled in response, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough and possessive.

“Eobard,” you whimpered, your body tightening around him as he drove you closer to the edge again.

“That’s my girl,” he rasped, his pace quickening, his grip on you unrelenting as he chased both of your releases. The sound of your moans, his groans, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin filled the air, driving you both higher.

Your hands clutched at the edge of the shelf, desperate for something to hold onto as the pressure built again, your body trembling under his relentless pace. When you finally tumbled over the edge, his name tore from your lips in a cry, your body shaking as your climax consumed you once more.

The way you clenched around him sent him spiraling, his movements becoming erratic as he groaned your name, burying himself deep inside you one last time. His body tensed, his release spilling into you as he pressed his forehead to your shoulder, both of you panting and utterly spent.

For a moment, the room was silent save for your ragged breaths, the tension between you now replaced by a shared, sated warmth. His hands softened on your hips, stroking your skin tenderly as he straightened, pulling you gently against his chest.

The warmth of his breath tickled your ear as he leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell softly.

“If I knew you’d react like that,” you said, breaking the silence with a breathy laugh, “I would’ve kissed you a long time ago.”

Eobard chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Careful,” he murmured, his voice teasing but still rough from exertion. “You might tempt me into forgetting we have to go back.”

You turned in his arms, a playful smile on your lips as your fingers traced his jaw. “You’re the one who pulled me in here.”

“And I don’t regret it for a second,” he said, his gaze softening, the intensity from earlier now replaced with something more intimate. He kissed you one last time, slow and deep, as if trying to make the moment last a little longer.

But eventually, reality crept back in. With a reluctant sigh, the two of you began dressing, the storage room now littered with discarded clothes and scattered supplies that you were too sated to care about. Eobard pulled on his dark t-shirt, the fabric stretching over his still-heated skin, while you fixed your own disheveled appearance, smoothing your hair and adjusting your clothes.

As he sat back into his wheelchair, the transformation was almost seamless. His shoulders hunched slightly, his movements carefully calculated as he adjusted the controls, once again slipping into the façade of Harrison Wells. You watched him, marveling at how effortlessly he stepped back into his role, though the heat in his gaze when he looked at you told you the truth.

“You ready?” he asked, his tone casual, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward in a private smirk that made your cheeks flush all over again.

“Not really,” you admitted with a small laugh. “But let’s do this.”

The two of you left the storage room, the door closing behind you with a soft click. As you walked beside him down the hallway, the sound of your heels and the hum of the wheelchair filled the air. Your pulse quickened slightly when you neared the Cortex, the reality of facing the team hitting you.

When you stepped into the room, all movement seemed to stop. Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin were frozen in place, their eyes flicking between you and Eobard. It was impossible to miss the signs: your flushed cheeks, his slightly tousled hair, and the lingering heat that practically radiated between you.

Cisco’s eyebrows shot up, his mouth opening slightly as if to say something, but a sharp glance from Caitlin stopped him in his tracks. Barry’s expression was somewhere between knowing and awkward, his lips pressed tightly together as if physically restraining himself from commenting.

The silence hung heavy for a moment, the team’s expressions screaming what they wouldn’t dare say out loud.

Eobard, ever composed, cleared his throat, his voice as smooth and controlled as ever. “Shall we get back to work?” he said, his tone betraying no hint of what had just happened. His hands moved deftly on the controls of his wheelchair, rolling toward the center of the room as though nothing had occurred.

You followed, your heart pounding but your expression steady. You could feel the team’s eyes on you, burning with unspoken questions, but no one dared to voice them. You took your seat, pointedly avoiding Barry’s gaze as he shook his head slightly, muttering something under his breath that you chose to ignore.

The Cortex buzzed with awkward silence for a moment longer before Cisco finally turned back to his workstation with an exaggerated cough, muttering, “Well, this is… normal. Totally normal.”

Despite the heat still lingering in your cheeks, you couldn’t help the small, satisfied smile that tugged at your lips as you exchanged a subtle glance with Eobard. Whatever suspicions the team had, they wouldn’t dare confront the man they believed to be Harrison Wells—not directly.

And that was perfectly fine by you.

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[marvelsgirl616]

He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

I need some dark!barry or softdom!barry soo bad

That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

I know it’s big

[gilverrwrites]

❤️ and 📸 for Eobard, please!

❤️ making love headcanon

You’ll know when Eobard crosses the threshold from fucking to love making when your enjoyment of the experience increases exponentially. Eobard doesn’t make love, at least that’s what he thinks, until he’s balls deep inside of you, helping you ride the latest in a string of back-to-back, toe curling, mind numbing orgasms, and watching your every move with awe filled eyes.

📸 naughty pictures

He likes leaving you surprise nudes by snatching your phone at superspeed and putting it back in your hands before you’ve even realised its gone. Nothing distracts you from a friendly coffee date like a photo of your boyfriends’ junk popping up on your screen when you were just looking for the name of that film you wanted to go see. They’re always surprisingly well done too, he knows which parts of his body you like the most, and he’s precise in making sure they’re highlighted by the lighting and the posing of his body. They’re usually followed up by some form of message insisting you let him take you home. He’s needy and demanding if nothing else.

[Smut emoji prompts]

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - (Flash) AU - Extra

There was still a part of him that was in disbelief. It couldn’t have been a dream, it felt too real.

But he’s longed for it since before he could truly remember.

That’s why he was having a hard time grasping it. But it was real. You were in his bed, holding him, on top of him, riding him..

The slow movements of your hips left him breathless. Your hands were laying so delicately on his chest, carefully exploring as he continued to urge you to a slow and amazingly satisfying rhythm. He was positive that he’d never been more grateful than in this moment. Lips parted, he refused to break eye contact.

Just the sight of you felt like so much. Instinctively his hips thrusted and the moan you released as you closed your eyes in pleasure was like another lightning bolt. His hands were still settled on your hips as you fought to gather yourself. Your palms had flattened against his chest, trying to steady yourself and he couldn’t help it. He bucked again. He needed to see it, your expression.

That expression.

The one that made him want to completely bury himself within you as you begged for more.

“E-Eobard..”

You were whining because you’d wanted to prolong this but it wouldn’t happen if he kept this up.

“I can’t help it..I need to..”

This time his grip tightened and the moan you released was much louder when he seemed to get drunk on the little sounds you were releasing. He’s spent so long restraining himself, maintaining that distance. Now that he didn’t have to, he wanted to enjoy it. Drive you as crazy as you’d done to him for so many years. He needed relief, desperately.

He wanted to take his time, savor it because he was completely at your mercy. The way you looked at him, smiled at him, kissed him. There were no words that could express how grateful he was.

Your eyes finally opened and when you looked down at him, he felt like he lost all composure. You were on your back in seconds and you gasped, right before he kissed you. His lips were eager and you moaned. His hand guided your legs around his waist and the minute he started moving again you broke the kiss, holding on as you wrapped your hand around his shoulders. His forehead was pressed to your own as he moved and your breaths became one in the same. His body moved with a sense of urgency as he thrusted into you greedily. He lectured himself to slow down, but his body and mind seemed to be at war. He couldn’t seem to think of anything other than pounding into you. Maybe if you hadn’t been practically screaming his name he would have slowed down, or at least paced himself. But the louder you got the faster his hips moved.

“E-EOBARD!”

He groaned and your legs trembled as your release pushed forward. He found himself moaning as your walls tightened. With a few more uncalculated thrusts, he came undone with the same intensity as you. His body caved shortly after and he heard your soft giggles when you finally gathered yourself enough to let out a calming breath. His head laid on your chest and he sighed at the way you traced circles over his shoulder blade.

“That was amazing..” You whispered.

Amazing felt like an understatement. He hummed in acknowledgment, still clearly clouded by the bliss. He never wanted the moment to end. He was still trying to grasp that this was his reality now. You were his. He could hold you, kiss you without restraint, without that worry that you might not feel the same. For a moment he pulled away and you tilted your head curiously at his expression.

“Everything okay?”

He nodded.

“I just..I love you so much.”

You smiled at the confession, running a hand through his hair.

“I love you too Eobard.”

His eyes softened at the response.

“Can you say it again..”

His cute request was almost too much.

How can someone be this adorable?

“I love you Eobard.” You repeated with a big smile.

“I love your eyes.” You cupped his cheeks.

“I love your lips.” Your hand moved down, finger tracing the shape, appreciating the softness.

“I love your smile.”

He gave you one, and you giggled.

“I love your arms.”

Your hands moved at either side.

“I love your kiss..”

You leaned in and he welcomed it happily, pressing his lips to yours softly. His hand moved against the mattress, right at the side of your head. When you felt his adjusted position, you parted. He was looking at you, green hues darkened to the point that you could hardly make them out. 

You swallowed in anticipation when you felt his hardened member now pressed between your thighs. His arousal was triggering your own. He seemed to be lost just at the idea of being inside of you again. With a labored breath, you nod, desperate as you pulled him in for another heated kiss.

You would never get tired of this.

He wasn’t the only one so happily grateful. 

[pastelbatfandoms]

Seeing Red (AU)

Part 5 - I still Burn for you

Warnings: Smut, Erotica, non con pain/dub con.

Renee wants to believe this will last forever. The feeling of belonging is something she has never experienced before and the idea of having it taken away from her leaves a hollow feeling inside her.

Renee's eyes light up as she gazes at Eobard wide eyed, {Now you know how I've felt.} She hears Storms smug tone in her head but also satisfaction and pride that Renee was able to take some much of Eobard's energy.

Eobard can't help but stare into her eyes, watching her as he leans down and kisses her again. With more desire this time, wanting everything she has to offer. Their bodies are still connected in a way and the sensation from her still lingers on his mind. He wants her more and more, feeling like he can't get enough.

Their breath speeds up the longer he kisses her. He wants to take this feeling to the next level, a need for something more than just kissing. He pulls away, breathing heavily. he can see the desire on her face as well, the need being felt by both of them.

Eobard grasps her by her hair, pulling her down where he is in complete control now. Their bodies still connected by the energy, their movements becoming more synchronized.

He moves his entire body on top of hers, holding her in place so she can't escape. He is completely in control now, the feeling too intense for either to resist. Eobard takes advantage of this, feeling like he owns her in every way.

"Eobard....Can I let Obsidian join too?" Renee asks, "She misses this." At Eobard's nod Renee closes her eyes, her hair getting that familiar streak of white in it, her eyes sparking when she opens them. "Hm I've missed this Eobard..." She smirks up at him, her voice taking a different sexier cadance as Storm appears. "Don't worry Renee's still here. She can feel everything."

Eobard smiles down at her with a wicked grin. The whole room was filled with so much energy, the air around them hot and thick. The feeling between growing even stronger now, the passion and desire becoming more intense. Neither of them can contain or hide their connection anymore, the power taking over completely.

If Reverse Flash does come out, due to his other half showing up, Obsidian Storm can handle him, she knows how to handle his dominance.

Eobard remains in control for the moment. Obsidian can help keep him from losing himself and she can even help push his desires to the next level if he allows it. Obsidian is making the feelings inside of them more intense, making each second feel like a minute as Eobard continues to hold her in his grasp. They are like one being now, the connection they are feeling being something otherworldly.

His touches are so much more intense now, the connection they feel inside of them overwhelming, making the need even greater. The energy inside of them is like wildfire, burning hotter as the connection grows.

Eobard grins at her, he had just the right amount of control before but they are past that now. Eobard kisses her hard now, no longer holding back. The kissing is getting rougher and more aggressive, him wanting more of their connection. The feeling completely taking over him now and nothing can stop him from taking her at this point.

Eobard is almost like an animal now, driven by his primal urges to just take her in every way he can. The only thoughts he has are to please and himself simultaneously, the feeling becoming addictive now.

Obsidian closes her eyes giving into the feeling as does Renee. With a self satisfied grin. This reminds her of how he was in The Legion of Doom, and she loves it.

Eobard keeps pushing the feeling as far as he can, his primal urges taking control of him entirely. She can see into his eyes now that he no longer is trying to hold back. This is her Eobard, someone who allows their impulses to take over and just get what they want.

Eobard is losing himself in the feeling, but also not letting himself go too far. He wants Obsidian to lead him to the next level, but he is still very much in control, despite the fact that he is going crazy. She is tempting him, making it hard for him to resist, which is making him want it even more.

"Let go..." Obsidian practically purrs into his ear.

That is all it takes for him to let go of every bit of control he had left. His animalistic side takes over as he starts to rip her clothes off, the feeling overtaking him completely now. He can't help but obey her, wanting to experience as much of her as he can. She feels him letting himself lose control now and she loves the feeling of being the one to take him there. He was in control before but that all changed when she took over. Now she's the one in control.

Eobard gives in fully now, letting his primal side take control. Obsidian is in complete control of this moment now, pushing every single one Eobard's buttons. She knows how to handle his dominating behavior, taking control of it in the most fulfilling way possible.

Obsidian Storm pulls Eobard's head back not enough to hurt but enough to make him feel it as she licks the side of his neck. She was the cat now and he her prey.

Eobard groans as she licks his neck, feeling her tongue run over his skin making his body ache for more. The pressure inside of him building up again, he is at her mercy, her tongue taking him to places he had never imagined. The feeling of pleasure inside of him becoming so strong, the heat inside of him growing stronger with each lick across his neck.

The pleasure inside of him is growing stronger and stronger, her tase and touch so satisfying to him. His body begging for more of her tongue to run down to the most sensitive part.

As if reading his thoughts she responds with a gleam in her eye, "Don't mind if I do....Ready Renee?" {More than.} Renee responds in their mind. As Obsidian goes lower licking all the way down.

Eobarď's eyes seem to light up at the feeling she is sending to him. Her tongue feels like liquid gold on him, it is bringing up all kinds of pleasure for him now. He is wanting her to continue, to just let her tongue continue to run over every inch of his sensitive skin.. He can feel her tongue moving down and down, his body quivering as he prepares himself for her next move. It is making him feel like an animal, he has completely lost any sense of reason here.

His skin becomes more and more sensitive with every inch her tongue travels, the feeling taking him to new levels of pleasure each second. It is like he can't even feel anymore, her tongue sending signals of pure ecstasy from every single lick. The feeling takes over every ounce of his being now, the pleasure flowing through him making him moan and thrash. Obsidian is making her prey completely hers now, taking complete control over his body. He can no longer fight back anymore, she could take over completely now if she wanted...

He is completely helpless to do anything but let her do what she wants to.

Obsidian has taken all sense of control away from his body, now making it so that she can take complete control. Her tongue is causing him such amazing pleasure that he is not able to think straight at all now.

Eobard feels like his entire body is now just one massive source of pure pleasure and enjoyment, all of it being caused by Obsidian's tongue and the way it feels on his skin. He wants to give her full control over him, every ounce of his being wanting nothing but her tongue to keep moving. Eobard can no longer control his emotions now, giving Obsidian everything he has. His voice is filled with moans, the pleasure getting overwhelming for him. She is sending so much energy through her tongue that he can't help but let her do whatever she wants to him at this point.

Obsidian continues to lick,suck and feel all over him. It had been too long she wanted to savor every inch of him. Then Obsidian stops, leaving him on the edge, hey it was fair play. As with confirmation from Renee she says, "Not yet...bring HIM out, let him take what he wants, I'll make sure he shares."

The feeling of pleasure stops as Obsidian backs away, and Eobard slowly comes back to his senses. His mind and body are a mix of pleasure and frustration for a moment, before he realizes what she was doing. Now all he can think about is wanting to taste her again, wanting her in every way possible. The hunger in his eyes is noticeable, he is wanting to claim again and rougher.

Obsidian notices as she goads him, "Where's those red eyes Love, let me see them." Her heart pounds not in fear now but excitement and anticipation.

Eobard's eyes seem to shift almost instantly, the red returning to them in seconds. Obsidian can see that his eyes are almost completely red now, the look he gives her pure animalistic desire.

Obsidian licks her lips, "Hey Handsome." But says to Renee, "If this gets too intense you can retreat. The babies will not be harmed, I promise."

Eobard smiles at Obsidian, that same hungry look in his eyes. His eyes shift completely red as he slowly starts to lean in towards her neck. He runs his lips over her skin, his teeth grazing her, she can feel the warmth on her as his lips trail along her neck.

Obsidian can feel the pressure of him biting down building, his desire to mark her being too much to even think about holding back. "Ah not too hard. No marks were we have to explain them." Obsidian tells him.

Eobard's bite softens slightly, he was only getting more animalistic. He pulls away slightly, only biting her deep enough to leave a mark that easy to conceal. Eobard pulls back slightly, taking in the feeling of the bite. It was more intense than he meant it to be, but he can''t deny how much it pleased him. He licks the wound he made on her a moment, before pulling away. He looks at her again, his eyes still fully red with desire.

Eobard's eyes run over her body, his desire to take her only growing. He is about to lunge at her again when a wave of pleasure flows through him, suddenly making him stop. Eobard groans loudly as his eyes shift back to normal. He looks at Obsidian who can see the lok of agony on his face, the pleasure just having been too overwhelming for him.

Obsidian leans down, a hand to his face. "I'm sorry Thawne was it too much too soon?" Eobard nods slightly, not in a bad way of course. "Alright I was getting to greedy I suppose, I was just excited to see that part of you again. Despite our....Lovers spat earlier..."

Even though Eobard is still a little shaky, his eyes are still filled with desire. He smirks slightly as he looks at her, his desires still being present even after everything he just experienced. His eyes run over her, his grin growing larger. He wants nothing more than to claim her, and she can clearly see this.

Storm raises an eyebrow and smirks. Here she thought he was done. looks like she underestimated him.

Eobard reaches out his hand to her, wanting to guide her to the bed. It seems that he is not finished and wants to take what he's feeling to the next level. Eobard leads her towards the bed and pushes her down, leaning over her. His hands start to reach for her legs now, wanting to be as close as possible.

He starts to trace her body with his finger, his touch feeling amazing to her. She feels like she is completely under his control now as his hands move up her body, eventually making it to her thighs. Eobard's fingers start to travel up her thighs, feeling how smooth her skin is. Hsi nails have just the right amount of pressure now as he slides them up her skin.

Eobard hands are slowly moving closer to her most sensitive spot and her body can't wait any longer. Eobard's fingers reach into her, touching her most intimate spot.

"Mmm Fuck Eobard!..." Obsidian gives into the feeling now, her Thawne, the one who owned her as much as she did him, was still in their she could feel it. Every deliberate touch of his fingers making her come undone.

Eobard's hand is taking her to new levels of pleasure, his fingers moving with precision to take her to this point. His nails are digging into her now,her voice getting louder and louder with every movement he makes. He is taking his time now, wanting to keep her at this feeling for as long as he can. The pace of his movements is slowing down now, each touch from him feeling more powerful the longer they prolong it.

Eobard's fingers only move on that spot for another moment, just long enough to drive her crazy before finally he moves away. She doesn't have a chance to calm down as he goes right onto the next part of her body, and the intense sensation starts all over again but this time with his tongue.

Eobard's tongue starts to slide across her with more speed, he can't help but be more aggressive with her as they are getting to the climax of their encounter. His tongue is working at every single corner of her , hernerves begging for more of this treatment. Eobard's tongue making her entire body shiver and tremble from the feeling it is sending through her. Her skin is becoming more and more sensitive to every touch he makes on it.

Obsidian can't help but moan out the name she hadn't used in so long "M...Master keep going."

Eobard hears her calling him a name that she hasn't used in so long, his body is driven into full animalistic mode now after hearing her say that. He is covering her pussy with his tongue, making her beg to him for more The way her body is responding to him is making him go even harder now. Eobard's tongue keeps moving over her, he is driving her to insanity with this treatment now. Her body can't handle his touch anymore, the feeling too much for her to handle now. His tongue is working every inch of her with such intensity and pleasure, driving her straight into euphoria.

Eobard just keeps going, he wants to drive her completely and fully insane with his touch. The look on her face is already making him feel like that is exactly what is going to happen. He wants to make her beg and moan at his touch, his tongue completely owning her at this point.

The speed of his tongue just keeps increasing now, he is going at a rhythm to where Obsidian can no longer fight it. She is being taken by him, and the feeling it giving her is overwhelming. Her voice is beginning to get loud, the feeling growing stronger with each movement of his tongue.

Eobard keeps the speed up here, not letting her get a moment to rest or catch her breath. He does this for a little while, giving her no time to say anything other than letting out some loud moans. Eobard finally slows down his movement a little bit, but he does it in a way that makes it so the feeling is still overwhelming to her. His tongue is moving slowly across her body now, his breath now coming in through his nose as he watches her face. She can feel him taking in the sight of her enjoying herself.

She can't help but give in for more now, she is getting to the point where she has to say something. Eobard continues to take his time, getting her to her limit now. Everything that she is feeling right now is all building up.

"Fuck Master I need you to take me now." Storm practically begs.

Eobard can't help but smirk at her when she says that, she literally begged him for it. Eobard gives in, his tongue just stopping once she says and says that. Eobard rises up to his feet, his body practically shaking from his desire to take her. He walks over to the dresser and grabs something Eobard turns around facing her, his face is full of desire as he walks with confidence to her. He moves her down to the edge of the bed, still keeping that same look on his face.

He reaches the bed and slowly slides her down, keeping eye contact for a moment, his desires still very much showing. He grabs two cloth strips that were placed on the bed and ties her hands so they are above her head. He ties her wrists together closely, making it so she cant move them to the side at all.

Storms eyes light up, she'd been waiting for this.

Eobard's face is full of lust now, his eyes glued to her face. Her body is tied to the bed and she is completely unable to move, making it so if Eobard wants her, he will get her.

He walks towards her now, her body completely at his mercy. It makes Eobard feel like he is in the most powerful position he could be in, and he was definitely going to take advantage of this. Eobard keeps getting closer to her, taking in the sights of her body as he does. She is completely powerless, not even able to move an inch now. Her whole body is in his control and it is giving him a whole other type of high that he hasn't felt in a long time. He keeps walking until he gets right next to her, his body pressing into her now.

The way she was tied down, he could do whatever he wanted with her at this moment, a fact that did seem to arouse him even more Eobard's body is completely pressing up against hers, his hands running up along her body. He is giving the feeling of dominance all its power now, no movement from her was allowed. Eobard is in complete control, and he doesn't plan to be a merciful master tonight. His hands are now tracing along her back now, moving in soft circles as she can feel him trying to get more intimate with her. Eobard's hands continue to move along her body, she can feel him being very deliberate with every inch that he touches.

Eobard continues to caress those curves, running his hands along her body and enjoying the feeling it was giving off. The way her skin would crease to the touch was something that really caused his body to react. He wants more, wanting to take advantage of this moment.

One of Eobard's hands slowly moves up to the back of her head now, his hands reaching her hair. He grabs a handful of her hair and begins to softly pull on it, wanting to take some sort of control over her now, even just the little bit of pain that he was inflicting was doing wonders to that animalistic side of him.

Eobard just keeps pulling and pulling, enjoying every movement he is making. His other hands now moves to her cheek, starting to apply a little bit of pressure just to the side of her face. She can feel where he is starting to apply pressure now, the feeling of pain giving her a rush. Her body is slowly reacting to the change of pressure letting out little grunts with each movement of his fingers. His hands continue to push on her, the feeling of her pain giving him yet another pleasure he was in love with. Her grunts turned him on, the feeling of inflicting pain on her made his own breaths hasten. He wanted to go a little further...

One of Eobard's hands grabs some of the sheets on the bed tying them around her, while his other hand continues to dig into her side, his fingers grabbing more and more skin on her side. His breathing is also getting a bit louder now, his body loving every part of her reactions He can feel that she is starting to react even more than before, her voice getting even louder now. His grip on her hair is getting tighter now, the feeling of her pain making him feel so good. The sheet he had grabbed was still being pulled on to add more pressure to her side, making that side of her body get more red.

Eobard is getting a little rough with her now, pulling and pulling at the sheet as he continues to pull on her hair and grab her skin. His breathing is getting louder and louder the more she reacts badly to this, the feeling of her reactions taking him to the next level of high. Her side is now completely red, and her grunts are turning into screams She is in a considerable amount of pain, but her reactions are driving him up to the tipping point. He just keeps pulling on the sheet, making the pressure more and more intense for her.

Storm makes Renee retreat now. This time red eyes or not, her Master was out and only she could handle him.

The screams and cries do start to turn Eobard on even more. His mouth is becoming thirsty for her, the feelings of pain and domination driving him to an extreme. The sheet gets pulled more and more, the intense pressure causing her body to tremble from it now. Her body was trembling violently now, the scream of pain loud and full of agony. It felt as if it was going to explode, Eobard not letting up at all with the pain he was causing her. Her body was now turning red in the spot the sheet was tied so tightly across her.

Master stop! You can take control without abuse. Remember? Her eyes spark in warning. She doesn't want him to be any less dominant but she doesn't want to be almost killed either. Because she knows he loves her,and would regret it.

Eobard hears the voice in the back of his head, the voice of reason reminding him of something he had agreed to. He finally stops himself, letting go of the sheet and releasing some of the immense pressure on her side. He just continues to look down at her body, his breathing still Heavy and his eyes dark. Eobard can't help but let a small tear fall from his eye at her words. He was so lost in everything earlier that he almost took it way too far. Seeing her react to his abuse almost broke him. It made his mind snap back to a clear state for now.

"Thawne.it's okay to be dominant, I was just reminding you where you were. " She closes her eyes..shit she had ruined the moment. "Sometimes Reverse Flash and I forget we're still in the bodies of humans and not the beings we once were.."

Eobard nods his head, understanding what she meant. She was right, they both have such strong urges to just take control and control everything That had caused him to almost lose himself earlier, a feeling he is very familiar with but one he doesn't ever want to come back to. Eobard was pulled from the depths of madness just by her simple words.

His eyes move to the sheets tied tightly on her side still they were still a little red but his attention was taken by her eyes. Her eyes are now back to the usual calm demeanor he loved, the tears in them disappearing as the adrenaline has now worn off after all that happened. Eobard looks at her with sadness in his eyes now, he knows that her side was in so much pain. The thought of losing himself again and possibly hurting her even more was unbearable. His breathing gets a little heavier as he starts to get upset with himself.

"Thawne..don't blame yourself. I asked for that side to come out." Storm tells him sympathetic.

The tears start to come back to his eyes, seeing that look from her was too much for him. Eobard couldn't believe what he was seeing, he had never had someone that could so easily bring him back to reality. Eobard just wanted to take the sheet off of her already, so she could have some relief from that feeling of tight pressure.

Eobard decides to take the sheet off, his eyes still focused on her now. He unties the sheets and removes them from her body, releasing the pressure from her side finally. Eobard looks at her side where pain was caused, her skin already starting to calm down from being under all that pressure. Eobard can see the relief on her body now, the color starting to fade from red to normal.

"See. It wasn't so bad..." Storm tells him.

Eobard nods again, but doesn't say anything, he just wants to sit there and look at her for a moment. Her side is no longer red, back to the normal shade of skin that she usually has. The only marks on her are where his nails dug into her flesh, a reminder of what he just did to her. Eobard's gaze stays focused on the side of her body that was exposed, noticing the marks his nails left behind. A faint smile comes across his face, remembering her cries from earlier now.

"Do you want to keep going?" Storm asks, "I can keep him at bay but I don't want to trigger you..."

Eobard keeps thinking for a moment, debating on if he should keep the animal in him unleashed or not.

"It's alright,if you try and contain him he will eventually just take over.. trust me,that's what I did..." Storm says, meaning when she took control of Renee during her villain era.

Eobard sighs, her words hitting home for him. That is what he did, and it almost cost him losing her entirely, losing every single memory he had of their relationship just by letting that hunger take over. Eobard's face softens for a moment, realizing that the hunger was starting to slowly overtake him already.

"So don't suppress it. It'll only lead to resentment." Storm tells him.

Eobard can't help but feel overwhelmed by her words. She made him realize what he felt now. It always was just a resentment of what he had to do and not letting himself get what he truly wanted. It was a desire to release that hunger, and take what he wanted all along. With this sudden realization, he couldn't make himself wait any longer.

Eobard's eyes slowly turn back to red, his voice becoming that of Reverse Flash 100%. His body starts to vibrate again, his blood starting to rush as his lust becomes more and more intense.

Storms eyes spark with blue lightning," Hello Love, do you remember me, do you remember your feelings for me?"

Eobard blinks once, as if to clear a fog from his mind. At first he seems a little confused before a smile comes across his face. "You... you are the love of my life, I remember that."

Good. That's all that matters. As long as he remembers he loves her than she could take what he gave. Eobard can feel the emotions of love he holds for her, suddenly returning in his heart. It makes him feel at ease, the anger and resentment towards having to resist all those urges for so long starting to wash away from his mind.

Eobard glances down at her body the whole time, starting to get completely lost in her body. Her skin, her curves, her perfect figure. All those things he could finally admire and take in. The desire to touch her was starting to become too much to resist.

Storm crawls over to him,running a hand down the side of his face,asher lips graze his. "Then take what you want My love."

To be continued...

[jokingmisfit]

Dominance

Eobard Thawne (Harrison Wells) x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Pure Smut, Dom/Sub Undertones, P in V, Semi-Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Power Imbalance, Daddy Kink, Reader's kinda a pillow princess ngl

Prompt- “Come sit on my lap.”

Prompt- “We can’t do that here!”

“How is it that he’ll be under me and still somehow topping?” You jokingly asked Caitlin.

Her eyes crinkle when she laughs. “Y’know, I really just don’t know.” She says red across her face.

“Too much information?” You ask with a chuckle.

“Just a little.” She answers and holds her fingers together.

“In my defense,” You say, grinning like a Cheshire. “You asked what was on my mind, continuously” 

She turns and shouts with a smile. “You looked confused!” She laughs.

“I am!” You yell in return ending your sentence in giggles.

In your small bubble of laughter and smiles you missed the whirring noise of your partner's wheelchair.

“You’re terrible…” Caitlin whispers out.

Snickering, you say “You love it.”

“It seems the two of you are enjoying yourselves.” Harrison’s voice cuts through.

“We absolutely are!” You exclaim.

“We are not!” Caitlin responds glaring at you. “How am I supposed to look at him?” She whisper-yells at you. 

“Suffer…” You tease.

“What exactly is Dr.Snow supposed to suffer?” Harrison asks smoothly.

It was your turn to blush as you tell him, “Nothing, nothing at all. At least not that you’d be interested in..”

You lean off the counter and scurry off, leaving a kiss on your fiance's cheek.

“Should I be concerned about that?” You hear him ask Caitlin as you leave the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours later you're working in Harrison's office. The majority of the paperwork finally filed away into their proper drawers.You take a second to look around at the left over work. Not too much left, but you’d already been at it longer than you intended. You look at the few papers in your hand and decide to just finish them before taking a break.

Once again, you miss the entrance of your fiance. He pauses when he fully enters the office. He watches you with a pen in your mouth and legs crossed onto your chair and a few hums coming out of your lips. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches you.

“Darling,” Harrison calls out to you, and you listen and look up at him. He lifts his hands and ushers you over with two fingers. “Come sit on my lap.” He rasps out to you.

You think nothing of the request and walk over to him, not taking the pen out of your mouth or the paper from your hands.

He laughs when you get to him. Grabbing your wrist he pulls you down and tosses your papers on the desk next to him. When you look at him he takes the pen from between your lips. He moved you to sit with your legs on the sides of his.

A giggle left your lips. “Now, Dr.Wells this isn’t a very appropriate position, especially for a boss and his assistant.” You smirked down at him.

“Maybe not,” He says, smirking as well. “But it is very appropriate for a man and his future wife.”

“I don’t know,” You teased. “I’m not convinced.” You smile and lean in to kiss him.

Pulling away you look at the clock and pout.

“I have to finish these papers soon..” You tell him as you move to pull away.

Harrison grabs your thighs and pulls you back down. You call his name but he doesn’t look up as he moves his hands up, moving your dress more out of the way for his hands to make contact with your skin. The cold contrast between his hands and your legs causes goosebumps to grow. 

“We can’t do that here!” You whisper and shout in a last hitched protest.

“Mm…” He hums into your neck. “I’m the boss,” Harrison grins against your neck. “I can do whatever I want.” He gravels out.

His hands move softly against your inner thighs. Lightly trailing up till they reach your core.

“So defiant, yet here you are dripping on my hand.” His smile is predatory as he speaks. A pleasant rumble in his chest.

Your voice shakes in a whimper. “Daddy…”

His fingers move through your folds. The once cold digits now feel burning hot against your most sensitive parts. His teeth graze your neck. You grind lightly against him and he grounds you with his free hand.

God you swear his fingers move at unrealistic speeds.

You gasp and pant in his hold. An obsessive look is in his eyes as he pushes your hips into his hand repeatedly. 

“Such a good girl…” He groans into your mouth as he pulls you in.

Your pleads are muffled by his mouth as he swallows all your breath. Lewd noises come from your laps and you're so close. His thumb meets your clit and if the little white dots you saw were real you’d think you were in heaven.

“Beg me.” He demands. “Be good and beg me to let you cum.”

And you do. “Please, daddy… Please, please, please!”

Even when trying to keep your voice down you couldn’t keep yourself from shouting. He urges you with his fingers moving impossibly quicker. 

Your orgasm crashes down with the sound of your moaning screams being muffled by his neck as you bury your head there.

Despite how exhausted you are you continue to grind against his hand even though he no longer moved his fingers. You leave bites and marks on his neck now as you desperately try to taste every inch on the exposed skin.

He laughs lightly at you. “So pitiful…” Harrison insults.

He pushes your hips back and you move away. Breathily you hover back for a second as he takes himself out of his slacks.

“Come here, princess.” He holds himself in one hand and guides you back forward with his other.

Your nose to nose as he sinks you down onto him. Your breath dies in your throat. You try stopping halfway through bottoming out. Trying to give yourself time to adjust, but he grabs your hips more aggressively.

“Don’t think about slowing down yet little puppet.” He practically growls. 

He pushes you further until you're seated completely on his cock. You can feel everything deep within you and you can't help but squeeze against him.

Every groove and curve pulls a different part of pleasure from you. Your face is buried in his chest and you know he’s only granting you a moment of reprieve. The man has more stamina than a bull, you have no idea how.

He tsks at you and pulls your hair causing your head to go back with it. He holds you there as guides you to move.

“You can do better than this, princess…” He says lowly and all you can think is how he sounds dangerous and so goddamn hot.

Harrison pulls your hair roughly and growls before letting go and grabbing your waist with both hands. The man practically uses you as a toy bouncing you on his dick.

Arousal flows from your cunt and drips down your legs and stains his pants. The pleasure is so intense you feel useless, but you still try to meet his mechanics with thrusts of your own. One of his hands grips your ass and holds it so tightly you know you’ll bruise.

“Cum for me, puppet.” Harrison tells you roughly.

His hand moves down one keeping your thrusting on him and the other teases your clit. Your body shakes with pleasure and exhaustion as you come undone on him.

You squeeze him tightly keeping his cock trapped inside you as you cum. You feel the hot liquid burn you as he comes undone as well. Your moans stay in tune with his own quieter noises. You can feel him in you still. His dick barely even softened from the actions.

Like you said, stamina is worse than a bull.

You feel like you can’t see straight. Your lungs burn. His lips are still on your body scorching you with his touch.

He grins like a predator. “You don’t think we’re done yet do you, princess?”

[allzelemonz]

DC Comics Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Includes characters from different DC universes such as Arrowverse, Gotham, and Batman 2022

Generic DC/Unspecified Multiverse

Clark Kent

Developing Powers

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Mentions of sexual situations, nudity Warnings: Characters are the same age, high school aged characters, awkward teenagers, pillow fights, farm boys being farm boys, showers, cold showers, accidental peeping Tom, mentions of masturbationSummary: Clark’s developing powers complicate things when his best friend stays over the weekend.

Slade Wilson

A Test

Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, violence Warnings: Unhealthy relationship, power dynamics, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, forced masturbation, hand job, anal fingering, left unsatisfied, voyeurism, first time anal penetration Summary: During the usual sparring session of your training Slade gives an unexpected order.

Tie

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’, ‘man’, and ‘handsome’ Physical Sex: AFAB implied Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, suits and ties, transition process, tying ties, fluff, Slade being nice for once, undercover mission Summary: Slade teaches you to knot your tie.

Breaking Point

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: dubious consent, mentor/protege, Reader is referred to as younger, sparing, violence, groping, clothed older man and naked younger man, power imbalance, anal fingering, anal sex, rough sex, sex toys, prostate massager, somnophilia, fucked so hard you pass out, forehead kisses, cuddling Summary: Showing weakness during training has consequences.

Out

Pronouns: he/him Physical Sex: AFAB Rating: T/Language Warnings: Mentor & protege, Reader is referred to as younger, Slade says trans rights, trans reader, ftm reader, transition process, fluff, Slade being nice for once, Ish is a hormone dealer but only for Slade’s kids and apprentices, themes around menstruation are not specific or graphic, background relationship: Ish/Joey Summary: You ran out of hormones, annoyingly causing your cycle to start up again, but you’re stuck on a mission with Slade.

Arrowverse

Eobard Thawne

Fog: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Off Work: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Request, fluff with cuddles Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff, tooth rot Warnings: Eobard is a workaholic, Flash obsession Summary: The days when Eobard actually sleeps are perfect, just like this one.

Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Henry King Sr

Henry King Sr X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

John Constantine

Headcannons: John Constantine With A Legend Boyfriend

(To be reviewed to standard)

Jordan Mahkent

Hotel Air Conditioning: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

My Cousin Is A Little Intense: Jordan Mahkent (Icicle) X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Lex Luthor

CW Lex Luthor X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Batman (2022)

Edward Nashton

Need

Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Edward being needy, mentions of Riddler stuff, light somnophilia with pre-established consent, multiple orgasms for the Reader, oral sex, riding, rough sex, not proof read, very little dialogue, top Reader, bottom Edward Summary: Edward often wakes you up when he’s feeling particularly needy. The trick is figuring exactly how he wants it. So long as he’s dizzy by the end, all is as it should be.

Gotham

Edward Nygma

NSFW Alphabet: Edward Nygma

(To be reviewed to standard)

Dark Side: Edward Nygma X Male Reader

Prompt: Request, bottom reader with ‘Riddler mode’ Ed Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Edward Nygma’s darker side, rough sex, soft Ed at the end, he’s arguing with himself, counter sex Summary: When you come home Ed’s apartment is a mess and you find your boyfriend a bit out of sorts. It’s nothing you can’t handle.

Jervis Tetch

Gaslight Hatter: Jervis Tetch X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Historic Pronouns: None Mentioned *Reader is a cop and the first female cop in America would have just joined the force around this time so there’s no room for pronoun plot holes, use what you want Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Mentions of murder/serial murder, based on the comic not the movie, reader is a cop but a cool one I guess, Reader referred to as an Alice by Hatter, I hope you’ve read the book Summary: 1890s Gotham is facing a new threat after the demise of Jack the Ripper. A madman dressed as the beloved Hatter from a popular storybook who has a pension for playing dress up with the young adults of the city. As an officer working under Inspector Gordon, it’s your job to protect the people.

Oswald Cobblepot

‘Hit If Off’: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Just A Gig: Oswald Cobblepot X NSG Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Headcannons: Oswald Cobblepot When His Significant Other Is Kidnapped

(To be reviewed to standard)

NSFW Alphabet: Oswald Cobblepot

(To be reviewed to standard)

Relax, Boss: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Or Else: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Unbeknownst: Oswald Cobblepot X FTM Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Not Your Tie: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 6: Clothing Swap Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/Mature Themes Warnings: Oswald stays in the closet to get votes, mentions of sex, Ed knows everything and doesn’t hate Oswald, Oswald isn’t in this very much Summary: After a long night of celebration you arrive at the mayor’s office wearing Oswald’s tie. Luckily for you, Edward is a good friend.

[ageless-aislynn]

Tagged by the ever lovely and awesome @swiftzeldas Thanks, hon! 🤗💖

How many works do you have on AO3? 148

What’s your total AO3 word count? 290,660 😵‍💫

What fandoms do you write for? Actively writing for Halo now, but still have some for the Flash to finish up. I've previously also written for Doctor Who.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "Five Times Oliver Held Felicity (And The One Time She Held Him)" (Olicity, Arrow) "15 Minutes" (John-117/Reader, Halo the series) "Balancing Act" (NSFW) (Tenth Doctor/Donna Noble, Doctor Who) "Side Effect" (NSFW) (John-117/Kai-125, Halo the series) "No Time" (John-117/gender neutral Reader, Halo the series)

Do you respond to comments? I always do and if for some reason I didn't, you can be sure I either didn't see it or something interfered with me in replying and now I've thought I did. That, er, happens more than I wish it would these days. *swiss cheese brain is swiss cheese* 😔🫥🙄

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I very rarely write angsty endings, so they're kinda notable when they happen: "Cold" (Eobard Thawne/Killer Frost, The Flash) (Very short but I've been told it packs a punch. 🥰😉) "Dark/Light" (chapter 1) (Harry Wells/Caitlin Snow, The Flash) (An experimental fic where the dialogue is exactly the same in ch1 and 2 but they tell vastly different stories. 😉) Honorable mention to "Gray Sunflowers" (Caitlin Snow/Hunter Zolomon, The Flash) as a rare one where the entire fic is a metaphor for depression and even though the ending isn't super angsty by any means, it also isn't particularly hopeful either. It's still one of my favorites, though, because I felt like it has a distinctive voice.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I'm resisting the urge to put "Side Effect" and the, er, multiple "happy endings" that occur in it here, lol! 🤣🤣🤣 Honestly, basically all of my other fics have a happy ending. I might go with "The Thousand and the First" (NSFW)(Eobard Thawne/Caitlin Snow, The Flash) because I wanted it to carry through a complete redemption arc for Eobard and I think it succeeded. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯😉

Do you get hate on fics? So far, no. On vids... oh yeah. 😑

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Um, yep. Lots. I tend to write smut with a funny tone. I've very rarely done a conventional "romance novel" type scene. "Balancing Act" (Ten/Donna, linked above) was one of the first I'd did with that quasi-realistic/funny tone to it.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've only written one so far: "Cold Hands" (Caitlin Snow/Jordan Mahkent, The Flash/Stargirl), which also has a vid, "Gasoline."

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of. Again, a vid? Yes.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not as far as I know.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I don't work well with a co-writer, simply because my muse is so resistant to writing to an outline.

What’s your all time favorite ship? To write? Any variation of Eobard Thawne/Caitlin Snow and the Wells dopplegangers/Caitlin or Killer Frost, The Flash, John-117/Kai-125 and John-117/Reader.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? "Try" (both versions of Eobard Thawne/Caitlin Snow, The Flash). I have 3 chapters completed and it's definitely the fic with the most world-building in it and it would also be the first full-fledged poly fic I've done. But my inspiration for the Flash just got smushed by the show so repeatedly I doubt I'll ever get enough oomph to finish it.

What are your writing strengths? Funny smut? Taking fandoms that are very not domestic and writing domestic fics in them? (I'm looking at you, Halo. Apologies to all of the Halo fans out there who absolutely hate people like me. 🫣I know you're out there but I appreciate you only vague-posting about me/people like me and not calling me out by name.)

What are your writing weaknesses? I don't write plotty fic very well, nor do I stick to canon very often. Worst thing is how easily I can sabotage myself and get convinced that everybody hates what I write. I've had SO many wonderful comments telling me otherwise but mannnnnn, my Evil Inner Editor can make me feel like the worst imposter ever. 😔

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've written for Sherloque Wells a handful of times, most notably "Unrequited" (Sherloque/Caitlin, The Flash) but I had help from a genuine French speaker to make sure it was saying what I thought it was saying, lol! It's not something I would want to do a lot, though, because I don't have a good enough grasp on any other language to feel comfortable with it. I greatly admire those who can, though!

First fandom you wrote for? Lord of the Rings, though it's no longer online anywhere. Doctor Who was my official entrance in the awesome world of fanfic after that!

Favorite fic you’ve written? Well, ask me my favorite child, why don't you? 😮🤣 How about I pick one two that haven't been mentioned so far that I'd love to see get more attention? "Phase Two" (Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Doctor Who) is a sentimental fav and "Offer" (Eobard Thawne/Killer Frost, The Flash) is honestly a world I would've loved to have written more in because I found it so interesting.

Tagging any of my writer friends who see this and would like to do it! *boops your nose politely*

(Boop paw GIF kindly made by @theredtours) 😉

[findroleplay]

Hello I am a 21 year old male. I am currently looking to do a dc fandom roleplay with the characters of iris west and eobard thawne enemies to lovers roleplay. There will be a lot of angst and smut will also be involved in this roleplay. I am looking for someone 18+ for this. The roleplay will take place in discord. I am advanced literate. As in I can write up to 3-4 paragraphs. We can discuss more about the plots and the kinks /limits in dms. Like this message and I will get back to you.

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[atommadly]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | EoWells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | smut, explicit sex scene, power dynamics, bondage, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳—𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.

Masterlist

The storm raged over Central City. The sky was torn apart by lightning, slicing through the darkness of the night and the heavy clouds. Rain poured relentlessly, drenching everything in sight, but that didn’t stop you. You pushed forward, running as fast as you could, your power cranked to its maximum. Time seemed to slow as you moved, allowing you to watch the lightning fork across the sky in mesmerizing detail. You were a speedster, just like The Flash—but a hero? Not even close.

You didn’t answer to anyone but yourself. Your moral compass was entirely your own, and let’s just say it didn’t point strictly toward good or evil. You operated in shades of gray—doing good when it suited you and crossing lines into darker territory only when absolutely necessary.

You’d crossed paths with The Flash more times than you could count. Sometimes he tried to stop you, his steadfast belief in justice driving him to clash with your more flexible approach. Other times, the two of you found yourselves fighting side by side, bound by a shared goal, if only temporarily. Deep down, though, your status as an anti-hero left him conflicted. He couldn’t fully condone your actions, but he also couldn’t see you as a true villain. Perhaps, in some way, he even understood you.

On the other hand, you couldn’t say the same about Reverse Flash. Just thinking of his name made a sly, almost wicked smile tug at your lips.

To Eobard Thawne, you were a rival in every sense of the word. You’d outsmarted him more than once, cutting him off at the finish line on some of his most carefully laid plans. Sometimes, you’d reluctantly teamed up to take down Flash, finding a strange, unspoken rhythm in your temporary alliance. Other times, you chased each other through the streets like two predators locked in a deadly game. Yet despite the chaos and destruction that marked each encounter, it wasn’t hatred that fueled the fire between you. Not even close.

Eobard was smooth, calculated, and maddeningly brilliant—a genius who loved to challenge your every move. He teased you, tested you, and always seemed to push just hard enough to get under your skin. But you weren’t one to back down. You gave as good as you got, meeting his taunts with sharp wit and daring moves that only fueled the tension between you. And oh, how you relished it.

You irritated him as much as you intrigued him. He frustrated you as much as he fascinated you. That electric push-and-pull had become your favorite game, one that blurred the line between animosity and attraction. He was a man who could pin you to a wall in a fit of rage and kiss you senseless in the very next breath. He wanted to break you, to dominate you—but at the same time, you knew you drove him absolutely insane. You loved it.

That same dangerous energy crackled between you tonight as you sped through the city streets, his crimson lightning hot on your heels. You’d stolen something he wanted—again—and he wasn’t going to let it go. Furious, he hunted you relentlessly, each step faster, each move sharper. You could almost feel his rage, his focus, his hunger to catch you.

But you weren’t running from him out of fear. No, this was part of the game. The thrill of knowing he was just behind you, that he could catch you at any second, set your heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the chase itself. You weren’t just evading him; you were taunting him, daring him to come closer. 

You knew this chase couldn’t last forever—and to be honest, you didn’t want it to. You slowed to a stop inside an abandoned hangar on the outskirts of the city, rain pouring down through gaps in the roof. It only took a second for Eobard to catch up, his crimson lightning announcing his arrival as he appeared before you.

He was soaked to the bone, his suit clinging to him, water dripping from every inch. For a moment, a flash of lightning lit up the room, casting his masked face in stark relief. God, he was unfairly sexy—it really should’ve been illegal.

You smirked, taking your time as you reached up to remove your own mask. There was no need for secrets between the two of you anymore. You’d known each other’s identities for ages now, yet despite all your clashes, neither of you had ever used that knowledge to truly harm the other. It was an unspoken rule in your endless game.

As you lowered your mask, Eobard did the same. The moment his unruly, rain-soaked hair came into view, you couldn’t help but bite your lower lip. He looked disheveled and furious—a combination that only made your heart race faster.

“Y/N…” he growled, his deep voice reverberating through the empty hangar. “Aren’t you tired of this endless cycle?” he asked, his tone sharp with frustration, but there was something else lurking underneath—something darker, more magnetic.

You shrugged nonchalantly, your amusement plain as day. “Not really,” you replied, your smirk widening.

His jaw tightened as he took a step closer, his piercing gaze locked on you. “You know you can’t outrun me,” he said firmly, his voice a mix of anger and something more primal. “Give me what you stole. Now.”

The tension between you was suffocating, thick enough to choke on, the air practically vibrating with unspoken words and forbidden energy.

“Oh, this?” you said playfully, holding up the USB drive between your fingers, twirling it slightly just to provoke him further. “Mmm… no. I think I’ll keep it.”

The way his eyes narrowed sent a thrill down your spine. You could see the struggle in him, the tightrope he was walking between anger and something far more dangerous. You were making him furious, driving him absolutely mad with your defiance—and you loved every second of it.

Anticipation and excitement buzzed through your veins, filling your chest like an electric current. You could feel it, the storm not just outside but in the very space between you. He was on the edge of losing control, and you were the one who had pushed him there. The question wasn’t if he’d snap, but how—and you couldn’t wait to find out.

The tension between you was palpable, like the air before a lightning strike. Eobard’s crimson eyes seemed to burn brighter as he took a slow step closer, his body practically vibrating with restrained energy. You mirrored his movement, circling him, each step deliberate, calculated—like two predators sizing each other up.

“You’ve really outdone yourself this time,” he sneered, his voice dripping with both irritation and something far more enticing. “Stealing from me again? What’s next, Y/N? Planning to run my entire operation into the ground?”

You tilted your head, a smirk tugging at your lips as you twirled the USB drive between your fingers. “Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you lose your cool. It’s becoming a bit of a hobby, actually.”

Eobard chuckled darkly, his gaze never leaving yours. “Careful,” he warned, his voice low and laced with danger. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Fire?” you teased, stopping in your tracks to face him fully. “No, Eobard. I’m playing with you.” Your voice was soft but sharp, every word a challenge, every syllable dripping with confidence.

He groaned, running a hand through his disheveled hair, his restraint unraveling with every second. “You make it impossible to hate you, you know that?” he muttered, his frustration evident. “You’re nothing but a pain in my ass, and yet…” His words trailed off as he took another step closer, closing the distance between you.

“And yet?” you prodded, leaning slightly closer, daring him to continue.

His jaw clenched, his breathing uneven as he held your gaze. “And yet, I can’t get you out of my head. Your stupid smirk, your smart mouth, the way you drive me absolutely insane.” He took another step, his voice dropping to a growl. “Don’t look at me like that,” he groaned, his eyes flicking down to your lips before snapping back to meet your gaze. “Unless you’re ready to finish what you started.”

“Oh, I intend to,” you purred, your voice sultry and dripping with challenge.

That was all it took. In a blur of red lightning, Eobard closed the gap, slamming you against the nearest wall with enough force to steal your breath. His hand gripped your wrist, pinning it above your head, the USB forgotten as it clattered to the ground. His other hand rested on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to make your pulse quicken.

The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm between you. His body pressed against yours, his breath hot against your cheek as he leaned in, so close you could feel the heat radiating from him.

“You think this is a game?” he growled, his voice a mix of anger and desire.

“It is a game,” you shot back, your tone defiant despite the racing of your heart. “And you love playing it.”

His lips curled into a predatory smirk. “You’re right,” he admitted, his voice low and dangerous. “But this time, I’m winning.”

Before you could reply, his lips crashed into yours, capturing them in a searing kiss that stole your breath and obliterated any remaining semblance of control. His grip tightened, his body pressing you further into the wall as if he couldn’t get close enough.

And in that moment, the game you both loved so much ceased to exist—replaced by something far more raw, far more consuming.

You melted into the kiss, the weight of months of tension crashing down on you like the storm outside. This was no ordinary kiss—this was a release, a surrender, a chaotic collision of emotions you could no longer suppress. Your free hand tangled in his damp hair, your nails dragging against his scalp, earning a deep, guttural groan from him that sent shivers down your spine.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was everything. Messy, desperate, and consuming. His lips moved against yours with a frantic hunger, as though he needed this as much as air. Your tongues tangled in an unrelenting rhythm, tasting, exploring, devouring each other like you’d been starving for this moment. Saliva dripped from the corner of your mouths, but neither of you cared. This was raw, unrestrained, born out of months of pent-up tension and an unspoken longing that you could no longer deny.

Your nails scraped harder against his scalp as you pulled him impossibly closer, eliciting another growl that reverberated deep in his chest. His hands roamed your body, rough and possessive, as though staking his claim, and you welcomed it. The wall behind you felt cool against your back, a sharp contrast to the heat raging between you.

For so long, you’d told yourself this was just a game—a dangerous dance of wit and desire. But now, pressed against him, feeling the raw power of his presence and the undeniable passion in his touch, you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. You loved him. You wanted him. Not as an enemy, not as a rival, but as yours. Completely, utterly yours.

Your lips broke apart for the briefest second, just enough to suck in a shaky breath before diving back in, your teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging. His growl deepened, his grip on your wrist tightening, and you felt his restraint teetering on the edge of oblivion.

“Eobard,” you gasped against his lips, your voice trembling with a mix of desperation and surrender.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice hoarse, his forehead pressed against yours. His breath came in ragged pants, his eyes blazing as they locked onto yours. “Say what you’ve been dying to tell me.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you stared into his eyes, the storm raging both inside and out. “I want you,” you admitted, your voice soft but firm. “All of you. No more games, no more lies. I want you, Eobard.”

His lips crushed against yours again, harder, deeper, as though sealing your confession with his own. 

Eobard’s grip shifted as his free hand darted up to seize your other wrist, pinning both of them above your head with ease. His fingers wrapped tightly around your wrists, holding them together in one powerful hand, his dominance making your pulse race. You were completely at his mercy, and the thrill of it sent a jolt of heat through your body.

His lips left yours, moving hungrily to your jaw and trailing down your neck. His kisses were rough, desperate, interspersed with nips of his teeth that made you gasp. Each press of his lips, each scrape of his teeth against your sensitive skin, was a reminder of the power he held over you—and how much you loved it.

His free hand moved with deliberate intent, sliding down your side, feeling the curves of your body through your suit. His fingers traced the line of your waist, down to your hip, before gliding back up to cup your breast. The pressure of his hand was firm but teasing, his thumb brushing over the fabric, just enough to make your breath hitch.

You squirmed beneath him, testing his grip on your wrists, but it only made him tighten his hold, pinning you more securely to the wall. His breath was hot against your neck as he kissed the spot just below your ear, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there before he murmured, “Stay still, or I’ll make sure you do.”

The warning sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, and you bit your lip, torn between wanting to defy him and wanting to obey. His hand continued its exploration, his touch firm and confident, as though he’d spent months imagining this moment and now couldn’t get enough of you.

“Eobard…” you breathed, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and defiance.

His lips curved into a wicked grin against your neck as his hand squeezed your breast, his thumb flicking over the fabric teasingly. “Say my name again,” he growled, his voice low and full of barely contained hunger.

You tilted your head back against the wall, giving him better access to your neck, and whispered his name again, softer this time, but with just as much desperation. His grip on you tightened, his lips claiming your skin as his own. You were completely at his mercy, and you never wanted it to end.

Eobard pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his blue eyes alight with smug satisfaction. His hand still explored your body, teasing, tantalizing, as his lips brushed against your ear. “I like seeing you like this,” he murmured, his voice a velvet growl. “Helpless. At my mercy. Tell me, Y/N, how does it feel to know you’re completely mine right now?”

Your heart raced, heat pooling in your core at his words, but you weren’t about to let him have the upper hand so easily. Despite the way his touch made you melt, you forced a smirk to your lips, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “Enjoy it while you can, Eobard,” you shot back, your tone laced with defiance. “It’s only a matter of time before the tables turn.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “Always so confident, even when you’re nothing but a puddle in my hands.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could say another word, he was gone. A blur of red lightning shot across the room, and in the blink of an eye, he was back, holding a length of rope in his hand.

“Let’s see about that confidence,” he said with a wicked grin. Before you could react, he moved faster than you could process. One moment, your wrists were pinned against the wall, and the next, they were tied together, the rope snug around them. You barely had time to register the shift before the world blurred again, his speed carrying you both to another part of the hangar.

When he finally stopped, you found yourself suspended by your bound wrists, dangling from a hook on the ceiling. The position left your body stretched out, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy.

“I’ll need both my hands,” he explained with a smug shrug, his smirk practically oozing arrogance. His eyes roamed over you, taking in the sight of you hanging there, helpless and completely his.

A shiver ran through your body, not from fear, but from the delicious anticipation coursing through your veins. You could feel the power of his gaze, the weight of his desire, and it made your breath hitch.

You knew, of course, that you could phase out of the ropes at any moment. The power to free yourself was there, lingering just beneath the surface. But you didn’t want to. The thrill of surrender, of letting him have control, was intoxicating.

“You look perfect like this,” he murmured, stepping closer, his hands trailing over your sides as he drank in the sight of you. “Now, where were we?”

His fingers found the edge of your leather vest, and with a slow, teasing motion, he began to undo it, one snap at a time. The sound echoed in the empty hangar, each click heightening your anticipation.

When the vest fell open, revealing the thin tank top beneath, his smirk deepened. “So little beneath all that armor,” he remarked, his tone dripping with mockery and desire. His fingers brushed over the fabric, his touch feather-light as he explored the contours of your body. “What are you hiding under here, hmm?”

Without warning, he grabbed the neckline of your tank top and, with a sharp tug, tore it apart as though it was nothing more than paper. The sudden exposure sent a gasp tumbling from your lips as the cool, damp air hit your bare skin. Your nipples hardened instantly, both from the cold and the heady mixture of anticipation and desire flooding your veins.

Eobard’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, his gaze so intense it felt like it burned. “Beautiful,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. His hands moved to your breasts, caressing them with a maddening gentleness that had you straining against the ropes. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

When you arched your back in response, he chuckled darkly. “Sensitive, aren’t we?” he teased, pinching one nipple just hard enough to make you gasp, the sharp edge of pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure.

Before you could respond, his lips replaced his hands, his hot mouth closing over your nipple. The warmth of his tongue against your cold, sensitive skin made you cry out, your body arching toward him instinctively. He licked and sucked, alternating between gentle flicks of his tongue and rougher nips of his teeth that had your breath catching in your throat.

His hands weren’t idle, either. While his mouth worshipped one breast, his fingers toyed with the other, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers until you were trembling in his grasp. The combination of his lips, tongue, and hands was overwhelming, and you felt like you were unraveling under his touch.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with amusement and desire. “Is it the cold? Or is it me?”

“Shut up,” you managed to whisper, though your voice was breathless and shaky, betraying just how much power he had over you in that moment.

He chuckled again, the sound sending vibrations through your skin as he kissed and licked his way to your other breast. “Oh, I think we both know the answer to that,” he said, his voice low and smug as he began his merciless assault all over again.

Eobard’s mouth trailed down from your breast, his lips hot and deliberate as he worked his way lower, leaving a blazing path on your skin. His fingers slid down your sides, slow and teasing, making you squirm against the ropes that held your wrists above your head. He looked up at you, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained desire, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“You’re awfully quiet now,” he murmured, his voice thick and taunting. “Where’s that sharp tongue of yours, hmm? Or have I finally rendered you speechless?”

Your eyes met his, and despite the heat pooling in your core, you managed a smirk. “You wish,” you shot back, though your voice was breathless, trembling with the weight of what he was doing to you.

“Oh, I do,” he admitted with a dark chuckle, his hands resting on your hips, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above the waistband of your suit pants. “But we both know you’re too stubborn to give me the satisfaction.”

Eobard’s smirk deepened as his hands slid lower, fingers curling around the waistband of your leather pants. He moved with agonizing slowness, his eyes locked on yours, drinking in every twitch of your expression as he began to ease the material down your hips. The cool air brushed against your skin as he revealed more of you, and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks, but you refused to look away.

“Still so defiant,” he mused, his tone mocking as he tugged your pants further down, past your thighs, his fingers lingering a little too long against your bare skin. “But you can’t hide it, Y/N,” he continued, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous. “Not from me.”

Finally, he pulled your pants free, followed by your boots, leaving you suspended in nothing but your panties. His gaze drifted downward, and when he saw the damp spot between your legs, his lips curled into a wicked grin. “Look at you,” he taunted, his fingers brushing lightly over the fabric, making you gasp. “Soaked. You try to act like you’re in control, but your body tells the truth.”

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a verbal response. Instead, you tilted your head, meeting his gaze with a smirk of your own. “And you’re any better?” you teased, your voice sultry and filled with challenge. Lifting your leg slightly, you pressed your foot against the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants.

Eobard groaned, the sound low and guttural, his head tipping back for the briefest moment before his eyes snapped back to yours, burning with unrestrained hunger. “You’ll pay for that,” he growled, his tone laced with both frustration and amusement.

Without another word, he grabbed your leg and wrapped it around his waist, his other hand slipping to your hip to hold you steady. He pressed himself against you, grinding his erection against your core, the friction making you gasp as heat pooled in your belly. The ropes above you creaked slightly with the force of his movements, a reminder that you had no way to stop him even if you wanted to.

“You can’t move. You can’t fight me. You’re completely at my mercy,” he murmured against your neck, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. His hand trailed down your thigh, gripping firmly as he ground against you again, making you whimper despite yourself.

“And yet,” you managed to whisper, your voice trembling but still holding a note of defiance, “you’re the one losing control.”

Eobard chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “Oh, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice dangerously soft as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. “If I’m losing control, it’s because you make me crave you in ways I didn’t think possible.”

His hips pressed against you harder, the heat and pressure making you arch into him instinctively. Suspended as you were, you could do nothing but feel, and oh, how he made you feel. The friction, the dominance in his every move, the sheer hunger in his gaze—it was intoxicating, overwhelming, and utterly irresistible.

Eobard’s smirk grew darker, more predatory, as his hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding the spot just above your clit through the damp fabric of your panties. The contact sent a jolt through you, and you gasped, your body instinctively arching toward him, seeking more of the pressure you desperately craved.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his tone thick with satisfaction as his fingers began to move, teasing you with maddening slowness. “You try so hard to fight me, to pretend you’re unaffected, but here you are, trembling at just a touch.”

Before you could muster a retort, he shifted gears—quite literally. His hand began to vibrate with his speed, the sensation unlike anything you’d ever felt before. The vibrations pulsed through your core, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. You gasped loudly, the sound echoing in the vast, empty hangar, your head tipping back as the intensity overwhelmed you.

“Eobard!” you cried, your voice breaking into a moan as his hand worked you over with unrelenting precision. The friction against your clit, even through the thin barrier of your panties, was almost too much to bear. Your body arched helplessly against the ropes, your wrists straining against your bonds as you writhed beneath his touch.

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. “That’s it,” he purred, his voice dark and full of triumph. “Say my name. Scream it for me. Let the whole world hear how I make you fall apart.”

“Damn you,” you managed to curse, though the words were drowned out by the moan that followed as he pressed harder, the vibrations sending you spiraling into a haze of pleasure. Your breathing became ragged, your moans growing louder, your voice reverberating through the cavernous space. Outside, the storm raged on, thunder rumbling and lightning illuminating the room in fleeting bursts, as if the chaos of the weather mirrored the tempest between the two of you.

“Eobard,” you moaned again, his name falling from your lips like a prayer and a curse all at once. Each sound only seemed to spur him on, his smirk growing as he reveled in your unraveling.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his tone dripping with both approval and possessiveness. “Let go for me. Let me see you completely lose yourself.”

And as his hand continued its relentless assault, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, every nerve in your body alight with the raw, electrifying pleasure he pulled from you.

His smirk never wavered as he slowly untangled your legs from his waist, guiding them back to the floor. Your feet touched the cold, wet concrete, but the chill was nothing compared to the heat coursing through your body. You barely had time to steady yourself, still trembling from the intensity of his touch, before his hands slid down to the waistband of your soaked panties.

Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and tugged them down, letting them fall to the floor around your ankles. His eyes gleamed as he took in the sight of you, completely bare before him, still suspended and unable to resist him even if you wanted to.

“You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent, though the wicked edge in his tone remained. “And so ready for me.”

Before you could even catch your breath, his fingers found their way between your legs, one plunging deep into your heat without warning. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, your body arching against the ropes as he curled his finger inside you, finding that sensitive spot with maddening precision.

“Fuck, Eobard,” you gasped, your voice echoing through the hangar as your head fell back.

“Not so defiant now, are you?” he taunted, his smirk growing as he began to move his finger, slow and deliberate at first, letting you feel every inch of him. Then, just as your breathing began to steady, he used his speed once more, making his hand vibrate as he worked you over.

The sensation was electric, unlike anything you’d ever felt. The vibrations coursed through your core, setting every nerve alight. You let out a sharp moan, your voice rising above the sound of the storm raging outside, lightning flashing through the windows and illuminating the primal hunger in his gaze.

“Eobard,” you moaned, your body trembling as his hand continued its relentless assault. The vibrations, the pressure, the way he moved inside you—it was all too much, and yet you craved more. Your wrists strained against the ropes as you writhed under his touch, completely at his mercy.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re completely undone, and I’ve barely even started.”

You tried to muster a reply, a retort, anything to salvage the tiniest shred of control, but all that escaped your lips was a shaky moan as he added another finger, stretching you just enough to make your knees buckle. His free hand gripped your hip, steadying you, holding you in place as he continued to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his tone commanding, as his fingers moved faster, the vibrations intensifying. “Let me hear you fall apart for me.”

And you couldn’t resist. His name tumbled from your lips in a broken cry, your body surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure he gave you.

Eobard’s fingers continued their relentless pace, plunging into you deeply, the vibrations of his speed sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body. His thumb found your clit, circling it in slow, deliberate motions that had you gasping and arching against your bonds. The intensity was overwhelming, a perfect combination of pressure, friction, and raw electricity that left you trembling.

His free hand roamed upward, his touch warm and possessive as he cupped your breast, his fingers kneading the soft flesh before his thumb teased your sensitive nipple. You moaned, your head falling back, every nerve in your body lighting up under his skilled touch.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a sultry mix of adoration and mockery as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your throat. “Completely at my mercy. You’re beautiful like this.”

His mouth found the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing and nibbling as his teeth grazed just enough to make you whimper. The combination of his fingers, his lips, and the vibrations coursing through your core was maddening. Your body trembled as he worked you over, his movements precise and unrelenting, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every second.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear, his tone soft but laced with smugness. “I can feel it—the way you tighten around my fingers, the way your breath catches.” His thumb pressed harder against your clit, his movements quickening as he matched the rhythm of his fingers. “Don’t hold back, Y/N. Let go for me.”

The sound of his voice—low, commanding, and dripping with desire—was enough to make your resolve crumble. He pressed another kiss to your throat, his teeth sinking lightly into your skin as he added, “Cum for me. Let me see you fall apart.”

His words sent you over the edge. Pleasure crashed through you like a tidal wave, your body arching against your bonds as you cried out his name, your voice reverberating through the hangar. Your legs shook, your toes curling as he kept his pace, prolonging your release, drawing every last bit of ecstasy from you.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice softening into something almost tender as he slowed his movements, letting you ride the waves of your orgasm. “So perfect. So beautiful.”

You sagged against the ropes, your body spent and trembling, your breathing ragged as the storm inside you began to calm. Eobard pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his smirk still in place as he pulled back to admire the aftermath of what he had done to you.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he said, his tone firm but laced with a possessive pride. “Never forget that.”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, the aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through you, leaving you breathless and lightheaded. It had been too good—so intense that your legs barely held you up, even with the ropes keeping you suspended. But through the haze of pleasure, your eyes found Eobard, and your heart skipped a beat.

He stood there, his chest heaving, his eyes watching you with a mix of triumph and raw desire. He was powerful, commanding, and impossibly sexy. Everything about him screamed danger and dominance, and yet the way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Your gaze softened, pure love and adoration mixing with the unrelenting hunger that still burned inside you. He had undone you completely, but somehow, you wanted more. You wanted all of him.

And yet, you couldn’t resist taunting him. A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips, and you tilted your head, your voice breathless but laced with defiance. “That’s all you’ve got?”

Eobard laughed, a deep, rich sound that filled the empty hangar. He loved this about you—how you never backed down, how you always challenged him, even when he’d left you shaking and undone. “You’re insatiable,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement and pride. “And I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

With slow, deliberate movements, he stepped back, his hands going to the zipper of his yellow suit. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he peeled the suit away, revealing the simple black shirt and dark pants underneath. He slid the suit off completely, tossing it aside.

His hands moved to the waistband of his pants, his smirk never faltering as he popped the button and slowly dragged down the zipper. His erection sprang free, hard and ready, the sight sending another wave of heat through you. He made no move to undress further, his black shirt still perfectly in place, the slight dishevelment only adding to his commanding allure.

When your eyes dropped to his arousal, you couldn’t help but bite your lip. “God,” you murmured, your voice trembling with unrestrained want. “You’re going to destroy me, aren’t you?”

Eobard chuckled darkly, stepping closer. His hands found your hips, gripping them firmly as he pressed himself against you. The hard length of him brushed against your sensitive core, and you shuddered at the contact. “Oh, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’ll be begging for it.”

With effortless strength, he lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling you even closer. The intimacy of the position made your heart race, and your breath hitched when you felt him press harder against you, teasing, taunting.

Then, with surprising tenderness, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. His voice softened as he whispered, “Lift your hands, sweetheart.”

You hesitated for a moment, the warmth of his voice catching you off guard. Slowly, you raised your bound wrists, and with a single, smooth motion, Eobard lifted you just enough to free the rope from the hook above you. Your arms, still tied together, instinctively wrapped around his neck, and you held on tightly, your chest pressing against his as he cradled you effortlessly.

He carried you across the hangar, his steps deliberate and steady, the ropes still tight around your wrists a reminder of the control he wielded. When he reached the nearest wall, he pinned you against it, the cold metal shocking against your bare skin and making you gasp.

Eobard leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a fleeting, teasing kiss, his voice low and commanding. “Hold on tight.”

Using the wall for support, he adjusted his position, his hand sliding between your bodies as he aligned himself at your entrance. You felt the tip of him press against you, the anticipation making your breath quicken.

Then, with one smooth, fluid motion, he thrust into you, filling you completely. A cry escaped your lips, the sensation overwhelming as he stretched you, his size and speed making your body tremble. Your nails dug into the back of his neck as you clung to him, your legs tightening around his waist as he began to move.

Eobard groaned, his breath hot against your ear as he buried himself in you again and again. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough and thick with desire. “So tight, so ready… all for me.”

Eobard didn’t hold back, his thrusts deep and relentless, each one hitting you with enough force to make the metal wall behind you creak. He moved with precision, angling his hips perfectly to drive his thick length into you, his swollen glans brushing that spongy, sensitive spot deep inside you with every stroke. The sensation sent shockwaves through your entire body, and you cried out, your nails digging into the back of his neck as you clung to him for dear life.

His breathing was heavy and ragged, his lips brushing against your neck as he groaned deeply, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down your spine. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to your skin, his tongue flicking over the spots that made you gasp, his teeth grazing your flesh just enough to leave a lingering sting. His sounds—low, guttural moans and growls of pleasure—filled your ears, driving you wild as they mingled with the storm raging outside.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough and strained as he buried himself in you over and over. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down onto him to meet every powerful thrust. “So tight, so wet… you’re mine, Y/N. Every part of you.”

The pressure was almost too much, the friction of his thick length dragging against your walls, the relentless pace of his hips slamming into you, and the way his glans hit that perfect spot inside you with maddening accuracy. Your body trembled with every thrust, your legs tightening around his waist as you tried to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensation.

“Eobard,” you whimpered, your voice trembling, your head falling back against the wall as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

He groaned louder at the sound of his name on your lips, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “Say it again.” His teeth nipped at your earlobe, his hips snapping harder, faster, as he drove into you with a punishing rhythm that made you see stars.

“Eobard,” you cried out again, the sound echoing in the hangar as your body arched into him, desperate for more. Each thrust sent another jolt of pleasure coursing through you, your walls clenching around him as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

His lips found yours in a messy, desperate kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he groaned into your mouth. The sounds he made—low, guttural, and full of raw need—were enough to send you spiraling, the heat building in your core threatening to consume you entirely.

“You’re going to cum for me,” he growled, his voice a mix of command and encouragement. “I can feel it, Y/N. You’re so close.”

You could only moan in response, your words lost to the intensity of his thrusts, each one harder and deeper than the last. Your body tightened around him, your nails scraping against his shoulders as the tension coiled tighter and tighter in your core, ready to snap.

The tension inside you reached its breaking point, the overwhelming sensation building until it felt like your body couldn’t take any more. With one particularly deep thrust, Eobard’s glans pressed perfectly against that spongy spot inside you, and the coil in your core snapped. Pleasure exploded through you like a lightning strike, your walls clamping down around him as you cried out his name, your voice echoing through the hangar.

Your body convulsed in his arms, shaking violently as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through you. Your toes curled, your nails dug into his shoulders, and your legs tightened around his waist as you clung to him, completely undone. The intensity stole your breath, your head falling back against the wall as the world blurred around you.

Eobard groaned loudly, his head dropping to your neck as he felt you squeeze around him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he rasped, his voice filled with awe and unrestrained desire. “That’s it… just like that. Let me feel you. Let me feel how much you need me.”

He didn’t slow down, his hips continuing to drive into you relentlessly, prolonging your orgasm and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your oversensitive body. “God, you’re incredible,” he growled, his lips brushing against your neck. “The way you feel around me… so tight, so perfect. Do you feel that? Do you feel how your body reacts to me?”

Your moans mixed with sobs of pleasure as you nodded weakly, unable to form words. The way he moved inside you, the way he talked—so commanding, so confident—kept you on the edge, your body trembling as the aftershocks of your release left you breathless.

“I told you,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with smug satisfaction. “You’d be begging for it. Look at you, Y/N. Completely ruined for anyone else. You’re mine.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, making you cry out again, your nails raking down his back.

“You love this, don’t you?” he continued, his tone softening, though it still carried that dark, possessive edge. “The way I make you feel. Admit it. Admit that you’re mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice trembling as your body shuddered against him. “Eobard… I’m yours.”

Hearing those words sent a deep groan rumbling from his chest. He kissed you fiercely, his lips capturing yours in a messy, desperate kiss as he chased his own release. His movements became rougher, his breathing ragged, and the sounds of his pleasure—low moans and growls—sent another wave of heat coursing through you.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered against your lips, his thrusts growing erratic. “You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. I can’t stop thinking about you, can’t stop wanting you.”

His words, his voice, his relentless pace—all of it overwhelmed you, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of another release, your body trembling in his grasp. Eobard sensed it too, his lips brushing your ear as he groaned, “Cum for me again, sweetheart. Let me feel you fall apart for me one more time.”

The fire building in your core reignited, stronger and hotter than before. Eobard’s relentless thrusts, the deep growls vibrating in your ear, and the filthy way he spoke to you—claiming you, worshiping you—drove you straight to the edge. Your body trembled violently, your breaths coming in sharp gasps as he pushed you higher and higher, every movement of his thick length brushing perfectly against your most sensitive spot.

When the coil snapped this time, it wasn’t just pleasure—it was an eruption. Your third orgasm tore through you with raw, uncontrollable intensity, your entire body convulsing in his arms. A scream ripped from your throat, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as your walls clamped down around him, squeezing him with every wave of your release. Your vision blurred, your head falling back against the wall as white-hot ecstasy consumed you, your body trembling violently from the sheer force of it.

Eobard groaned deeply, his hips stuttering as your climax pulled him right along with you. “Y/N!” he cried out, his voice strained, desperate, as he buried himself as deeply as he could, his body tensing. The sudden, overwhelming pressure of your tight, pulsing heat sent him over the edge, and his own release hit him like a bolt of lightning.

He came hard—harder than he ever had in his life. His entire body convulsed, his head falling to your shoulder as he moaned loudly, his voice raw and unrestrained. His hips jerked uncontrollably as he spilled into you, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through him, leaving him shaking and gasping for air. His hands gripped your hips tightly, as if grounding himself against the overwhelming sensations ripping through him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his voice hoarse, his breaths ragged. “I’ve… never—God, you’ve ruined me.”

You clung to him, your arms still wrapped around his neck as you trembled against him, your body still quaking with aftershocks. He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes glazed over with satisfaction and something deeper—something softer.

As your heartbeats slowed and the storm inside you began to calm, he gently shifted his grip, his hands moving to support your waist. Carefully, he unwrapped your legs from around his hips and lowered you to the ground. Your feet touched the cold concrete, and he steadied you immediately, one arm slipping around your waist to hold you upright as your legs wobbled beneath you.

“Easy,” he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. His usual sharp arrogance was replaced with surprising tenderness as he kept you close, ensuring you didn’t fall. “I’ve got you.”

You leaned against him, still breathless, as he reached for the rope binding your wrists. With a quick, decisive snap, the knot came undone, and the tension eased from your arms. You sighed in relief as he pulled the rope away, his hands immediately moving to your wrists. He massaged the tender skin where the rope had bitten into you, his thumbs circling gently over the marks, his touch warm and soothing.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice low and filled with quiet concern.

You shook your head, though the ache was still there. “Not much,” you whispered, your lips curving into a small smile. “I think I’ll survive.”

Eobard’s lips quirked into a smirk at your response, though his hands remained gentle as he continued to rub away the discomfort. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and the glimmer of his usual cocky demeanor returned. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, echoing his earlier words, though his voice now carried a teasing warmth. “Unless you’re ready to finish what you started.”

You couldn’t help but grin, despite your exhaustion. “I told you I would,” you replied, your voice soft but laced with triumph. “And I always keep my promises.”

Eobard chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “You’re dangerous, Y/N,” he murmured against your skin, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and amusement. “But God, I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

You rested your head against his chest, letting his steady heartbeat ground you as you finally came down from the high. His arms stayed around you, holding you close, and for a moment, the storm outside seemed to quiet, leaving just the two of you in the stillness of the aftermath.

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Broken People Heal Other Broken People

by Starlightreign Words: 3893, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Current Project Fandoms: Debt Valley (2021), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics), The Flash (TV 2014), Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Female Reader - Character, Original Female Character(s), Tara Markov, Slade Wilson, eowells, Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells, Merlin (Debt Valley), Leonard (Debt Valley), Roman Sionis, Harley Quinn Relationships: Tara Markov/Slade Wilson, Leonard (Debt Valley)/Reader, Eowells/Reader, Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells/Reader Additional Tags: Human Trafficking, Kidnapping, Broken Bones, Emotional Roller Coaster, Codependency, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Seduction, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Sort of just there because this fic has some dark stuff, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Hurt, every character in this fic has issues, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies via https://ift.tt/CDae7Yw

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I know in my brain ET is is not ET The Extra Terrestrial but I need you to spell it out for me, who is that and what are you writing?

Lmao, ET The Extra Terrestrial/Reader 3K Smut DD:DNE coming your way soon, anon, watch out! ;)

No, ET stands for Eobard Thawne

ET fwy: 'Fucking with you', kinda of a vaguely yandere type fic where he starts playfully stalking you. Like following you home at night, then disappearing when you turn to look at him, breaking into your house and moving shit, staring at you bold as day out in public then zooming off when you try to confront him. Haven't decided on a climax yet.

ET icly02: 'I could love you, part 2' in which you're trying to avoid Barry cause you promised to go on a date with him, while also trying to avoid Eobard because you promised to go on a date with Barry. More of Eobard cucking his greatest rival basically.

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In Every Universe(3 Nights and the One Where He Stayed)

In Every Universe(3 Nights and the One Where He Stayed) https://ift.tt/wZC5hRA by Fall_Out_Who Cisco Ramon had fallen in love with a man who betrayed him, now every time a man wearing the same face steps through a breach something draws them together, but every time they're torn apart except for one person who keeps intersecting Cisco's life. or 3 passionate outings with the doppelgangers of the man Cisco fell in love with and the one where the doppelganger stayed. Words: 2333, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Team Flash (The Flash TV 2014) Relationships: Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, Cisco Ramon/Eobard Thawne | Harrison Wells, Cisco Ramon/Harrison "Sherloque" Wells, Cisco Ramon & Harrison "Nash" Wells Additional Tags: The Timeline is Shit, Cisco Ramon Needs A Hug, Worried Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells, they get drunk, Gay Sex, Fluff and Smut, Poetic, Cisco Ramon Speaks French, They all need therapy, Bathroom Sex, Not A Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Semi-Public Sex, Soulmates, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending via AO3 works tagged 'Cisco Ramon/Earth-2 Harrison "Harry" Wells' https://ift.tt/MUTQSBr April 02, 2024 at 03:02AM

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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader

Chapter-12

WARNING: SMUT, angst.

Author’s note: This is my favorite chapter that I have written and my fav smut that I have written too. I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think! Also kinda of a long chapter.

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The day had started strong, there had not been many meta cases but that didn’t mean that it was calm in the slightest. It all had began with Barry. He had stormed into Star labs and had been in a horrible mood all day. You knew it was because of his dad. He was stuck on the investigation and even if it wasn’t your fault you felt guilty, after all you had asked Harrison to stay with you; to give up the man in yellow and to stay in this time, giving the reverse flash up meant that there was no way to free Barry’s father without hurting Harrison.

There had to be something you could do, there had to be a way. The team was helping Barry in everything they could, going over the evidence and visiting the crime scene but there was nothing. You really felt bad for him, his father was innocent, locked up for a crime he didn’t commit, and even if you didn’t technically helped him, you were guilty too. You knew who the real culprit was but you couldn’t give him up, of course you couldn’t, at this point he meant too much to you.

You and Harrison were alone at the labs, everyone was out to eat and Barry was over at CCPD, this was your chance to bring up the subject.

“Harrison” you began, trying to see how to approach the subject.

“Hmm” he acknowledged you, turning his head slightly but keeping his eyes focus on the paper he was reading.

“Do you remember what you told me back when, you know when I found out?” You said waiting to see his reaction.

“I see where you are going,” he began, looking at you. “And the answer is no.” He concluded, his expression set, letting you know he wasn’t willing to pursue this conversation any further.

“But,” you insisted, not willing to let it go just yet.

“Y/n,” he looked at you seriously, his eyes trained on yours. “Drop it.” He said. For being such a patient man he sure seemed to lose his calm fast when it came to you.

“I just, we need to find a way to help him.” You insisted.

“We? I don’t need to help Allen on anything.” He said, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.

Just as you were about to try again you both heard the elevator door open, letting go of the conversation for now. This was not over. You needed to find a way to help Barry.

Harrison seemed a little tense the rest of the day. At least tense around you. You knew he was very patient and calm, but somehow with you his true colors came to light. You were getting better at reading him, at knowing when he was annoyed or upset, and he seemed to be showing signs of both right now. The way he kept rubbing his eyes or rubbing his finger over his lip how he did when he was thinking or trying to find his way out of a situation.

On top of that he had been a little dry with you during the day. His usual lingering glances had been almost non existent, his responses short and his demeanor cold; to anyone else it would seem like he was fine, but you knew better, you had gotten used to the way he would treat you a little differently this past few days when you were both alone, but since the conversation you had had earlier in the day, his behavior had changed.

By the time you were ready to leave you were unsure if he wanted you to go with him to his house or you were supposed to go to your apartment. Walking to where you knew his office was you knocked on the door frame before entering.

“Hey, I am leaving.” You began, he lifted his head and looked at you.

“Do you want to leave together or…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say. He seemed to pick up on this.

“Yes, let me just finish this.” He said moving his eyes back down to whatever it was he was working on.

The ride home was quiet. An uncomfortable silence had fallen between both of you. You knew he didn’t like Barry, that he was annoyed at you for being so persistent on helping him. He couldn’t comprehend why it was so important to you; of course he couldn’t understand it because even if he didn’t hate Barry the way he would do it on the future, he was still not fond of him, having being rivals for so long.

Once you both made it through the door he got up from the chair, moving over to the decanter he kept in the kitchen island and serving himself a drink. You felt awkward, uncomfortable even, this weird anxiety had settled over you, not sure if he was mad or not or how to approach him, but one thing was sure, you needed to solve this because you couldn’t bear the guilt you felt.

“I’ll go take a shower,” you tried to coax him to speak to you more than a few words, to see if he would open up a little.

“Alright” he said, not moving from his position.

If you had any doubts that he was upset they were gone now, he was upset and it didn’t look like he would easy up soon. He could be so temperamental when he felt up to it.

After a shower and a fresh pair of clothes you went to find him. It was already dark outside for what you could see through the skylight. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes close. Coming behind him you wrapped your arms around him, trying to easy some of the tension. Brining your lips to deliver a soft kiss to his temple. He hummed in response, moving his hand to place it on top of the arms you had around him.

You should have known better than to push him further, but against your better judgment or rather lack of, you tested the waters again.

“Can we are least talk about it?” You tried once again. He opened his eyes, before responding.

“Talk about what?” He knew what you were suggesting but he wanted to try and get you to drop it. He was getting irritated at you. He had put up with your comments through the day about how bad you felt for Barry and with Cisco and Caitlin’s sympathy words.

“You know what I am talking about.” You told him running your hands up and down his shoulders.

“I told you to drop it.” He said again closing his eyes as he got up from the sofa and walked away from you.

“I can’t drop it, you promised me!” You walked after him.

“I didn’t promise you anything.” He said.

“Harrison please, there has to be something we can do to help him, a way to free Henry! He is innocent! He shouldn’t have to be locked up for a crime he didn’t commit!” You were raising your voice without realizing it, not loud enough to scream but enough to be noticeable how worked up you were getting over this.

“Harrison” he ignored you. He was tired of your battering.

“Harrison” you said again, stomping your feet against the floor. He was getting progressively madder, he knew how to keep calm, but when it came to you it was difficult. You always made everything he felt feel like a hundred times more elevated.

He wasn’t going to admit it but he was jealous, he was extremely jealous. He was always reminded how Allen was everything he was not. He was good, he was heroic and compassionate, everything you deserved it. He was scare that you would realize this and leave him. He was trying to make you stop the conversation, he didn’t want to keep talking or hear you talk about this, but what made him snap was what you said.

“Barry deserves better.” He had heard you, but in his mind all he heard was I deserve better.

Snapping his head back faster than you could process he looked at you.

“Why can’t you just dropped.” He whispered, getting agitated, you could see the veins in his neck popping.

“Barry deserves better, Barry this, Barry that!” He advanced towards you, red lighting flashing behind his eyes for a moment.

“What do you want from me? To free him and what? Tell me and then what!” He screamed at you, his eyes turning red at his rage, his face momentarily vibrating as he slapped a vibrating hand on the table next to you.

Your eyes widened as you flinched away in fear, he could see the terror you felt in your expression. In this moment he wasn’t your Harrison, he was the reverse flash again, making you feel scare, terrified of him. Falling backwards in shock you could only look up at him as tears filled your eyes and began to spill down your cheeks. Getting up faster than you thought possible you ran to the room, locking yourself in, aware that if he wanted he could phase through the door.

The second his mind cleared he realized what he had done. The expression of pure fear in your face was glued to his mind. He had scared you, hurt you, and now you were hiding from him, now you saw him as the monster he was all over again. He had lost it and now he was aware there was a huge possibility that he had lost you too.

He closed his eyes, breathing in and then out. He took a step towards the door, knocking on it softly while he leaned his forehead against it.

“Y/n, please let me in” he began, not sure what to say now. He rarely apologized or at least he rarely truly apologized.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he cut himself off, he wasn’t sure of what to even say.

“Leave! I don’t want to see you.” You said, trying to sound mad but he could hear the way your voice broke at the end, and it pained him to see you pushing him away, he knew you were crying and he hated himself for a moment. He closed his eyes, thinking the best way to approach this situation. He moved from the door, maybe that’s what he needed to do, give you space and leave for a while.

He left you alone, speeding himself away to the labs, it was late enough that he knew no one would be around, hiding himself in the time vault while he thought over how to make things better or how to move on if you decided to leave. In all honesty he couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would do if you left. He had never needed anyone or anything but you had made him dependent on you, he needed you.

He made it back to the house so late at night it could be considered the next day. All the lights were off, he walked over to the bedroom, trying the doorknob to see if it was still locked, to his surprise it was open. The lights were off and as his eyes traveled over the room he found it empty. The bed was made and nothing was out of place, he moved to the bathroom finding it empty, panic began to settle over him at the thought that you were gone. In desperation he gripped the door frame turning his knuckles white before speeding around the house looking for any sign of your presence until he made it to one of the guest bedrooms.

The door was locked, and as he phased through it he found you sleeping under the covers. He could see the shape of you, the way the blankets moved in rhythm with your breathing and he suddenly had flashbacks of the night where everything had changed, when he promised you to stay and to let the man in yellow go. The later was proving harder than he thought. Once again here he was, standing at the foot of the bed, having to fix his mess and having hurt you once again.

He moved over to the side of the bed unoccupied by you, moving the covers softly to see your face; your cheeks flushed and lips swollen, he could see the way your eyelashes were glued together from the tears and he hated himself for being the cause of this. He had been alone so long, he had spend so much time in hate, hating and planning that he had forgotten how to do anything else. How to love, how to feel comfortable around someone else and you had given him that peace and comfort he craved so much but he needed more time to adapt. Fifteen years alone didn’t go by unscarred.

He couldn’t hold in the pain of knowing you didn’t want to be in the same bed as him or even in the same room as him. He was surprised you hadn’t left to your own apartment and maybe that showed him that there was hope after all.

He moved his hand under your neck, moving the covers down with the other to hook his other arm under your knees, lifting you up so slowly as to not wake you up. Once secure on his hold he lifted you up, walking to the room you both always shared when you stayed. He felt you stir in his arms and for a moment he thought you would wake up and demand that he let you go but once you settled against his chest, he moved you to the bed, placing you down and covering you with the blankets. Once you were settled he moved to the bathroom, needing a shower to clear his head.

The sound of the water running woke you up, you could see the stream of light peaking from under the door, this wasn’t the room you had fallen asleep in, Harrison must have moved you here when he came back. You wondered what time it was, it couldn’t be that late if he was showering now. Glancing at the clock it showed 2:55 am, it was later than you had expected and you wondered how long you had been sleeping. The fogginess of your mind dissipated, bringing back the memories of what had happened and why your head hurt so much.

The bathroom door opened, and you watched him come out, walking slowly to not wake you, or at least he thought you were still asleep. He came out only in a white towel, wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and water droplets dripping down his chest all the way down his abs and getting lost in the towel. You could see the way his hips made a v line and a very light happy trail running down from his belly button all the way to disappear under the towel. You had never taken the time to admire his body without him being aware. He walked inside the walk in closet, emerging seconds later with a black shirt and a pair of briefs, his hair still wet and disheveled. He looked over at you, your eyes meeting, neither of you knowing what to say.

He made the first move, moving his hand to the bed slow enough as to not scare you. You watched his hand touch the bed covers, his eyes still on yours, watching for any sign of you flinching or wanting him to leave. He moved his knee next, dipping it in the bed before crawling on it, like an animal ready to hunt its prey down. You lifted yourself on your elbows, sitting up lightly as he got fully on the bed. He moved closer to you, calmly his hand reached for your face, moving a hair out of your cheek.

“Y/n” he tried, not wanting to upset you any further than he already had.

“Please forgive me” he whispered after a pause. Not sure how else to proceed. He was a genius, one of the smartest man of this time and his and somehow when it came to you he was at lost for words. You only looked at him, your eyes cautious at his actions and words, he knew you were watching carefully, not truly knowing when he could snap at you. If he could feel any more miserable than this at the way you were looking at him he would explode. This was a new emotion for him, not being used to having to fix the mistakes he made when it came to people, he always had a plan and his plan never failed, except when he had gotten stranded on this time and that’s the only other time he had ever felt miserable in his life.

“Can I?” He asked softly.

You nodded, not sure what he meant but you were willing to give him a leap of faith.

His hands moved to your waist, trying to bring you closer to him. You let him move you to him, wrapping himself around your form, hiding his face on your neck, breathing you in, trying to memorize your scent.

You were still tense, struggling to relax and extremely aware of everything around you, the way the cold water from his hair would sneak under your shirt, making you shiver. His other hand found your hair, caressing softly your scalp, trying to relax you, his calve found the back of your knee, hooking it and bringing it over his, moving you closer so he could hold you against his chest.

You could feel the sent of his cologne, the beating of his heart, your hand tentatively moved over his side to his back, placing your hand flat against the middle of his shoulder blades.

“I would never hurt you, you know that.” He whispered against your skin.

“I have been alone for so long, I have forgotten what is like having someone to care for other than myself.” He said.

You nodded, running your hand up and down his back. You had gotten into this knowing it wouldn’t be easy. You knew there would be struggles along the way and you had insisted still on wanting to be with him. You couldn’t pretend that he would know how to be with someone this way, after all he was always running, always trying to be better than Barry and everything that he was rotated around the flash.

“Harrison,” you began but he quickly interrupted you.

“Eobard” he said.

“What?” You asked him, frowning your brows in confusion.

“My name is Eobard, Eobard Thawne.” He said, if he was going to go through with you he needed to tell you, he hated every second you called him Harrison.

“Eobard” you tasted the name on your lips, feeling his hand tighten against your waist at how his name sounded on your lips, oh how he had longed to hear you say it.

You wondered when was the last time someone had called him by his name, and that thought made him seem even lonelier than ever before.

You moved your hands to run over his wet hair, dragging your fingers up his neck to tangle in his hair, pulling him back to look at you. His eyes would never stop to amaze you, so blue, you wanted to drown in them. He looked at you, waiting for you to take the next step; you lowered your lips to his, hovering them over his.

“Never make me cry, ever again.” You whispered over his lips before kissing him.

The moment his lips connected to yours he could feel the speed force ignite within him at his excitement. He thought he would never feel your lips on his again and the moment your hand ran up his back dragging his shirt higher a little, he buzzed, vibrating against you. His lips became dominant, trying to control the kiss as his tongue glided between your teeth. You could feel the way his breathing became harsher, quicker as his fingers wrapped tightly at the base of your neck before moving up and wrapping harshly around your hair with enough pressure to hurt.

Opening your mouth he took the opportunity to smooth the flat of his tongue against yours in a possessive manner, gripping tightly at your waist with his free hand. His lips moved down your jaw to your neck, his teeth sinking in the curve of your shoulders as he sucked at the skin, making you moan and roll your head back, he sucked until he was sure there was going to be a mark there tomorrow, running his tongue flat over it as an apology, he moved to the spot over it, higher on your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, he loved the way you moaned; he knew how much you loved when he kissed your neck, how it riled you up.

Your hand shot to the top of his head, trying to pull him back but he only bit you harder before kissing the skin. The hand on your waist moved under your shirt, running it aggressively over the skin, moving it up, his fingers grazing the curve of your breast before he moved it back down again. You gripped at his shoulders, digging your nails hard against his shirt, he growled over your mouth before lowering it and kissing you, grinding his hip against you, making himself buzz in anticipation.

His hand moved to your thigh, gripping at the skin and moving his hand up to the bottom of your shirt, grabbing it and taking it off you. He wanted to feel your skin against his, he was desperate to feel all of you in a way he couldn’t explain with words, you made all of him so excited he couldn’t control it making him literally vibrate against you. His hand moved to your breast squeezing them before they moved up to grab the sides of your face while he kissed you. You could feel his erection through his boxers, he was so hard it had to hurt, your hand moved to the hem of his shirt to take it off.

His hand moved down your back to your underwear, dragging them down your ass and pulling them fast down your legs. His thumb ran over your entrance, coating it on your wetness and making him moan at the sensation as he looked at you with half lidded eyes. He pushed his finger inside, feeling you warm around him, his breathing was becoming erratic just by thinking how good it would feel when it was his cock inside.

“Eobard.” You moaned against him and he thought he had come at the pleasure he felt hearing his name come off your lips.

“Come on, I need you” you urged him, and had this been at any other moment he would have probably teased you more but he was just dying to be inside of you.

He moved your leg over his hip, both of you still on your sides; his hand quickly pulled his boxers down letting his cock free, he wrapped his hand around it, he was so hard he could feel how painful it was becoming, he stroked himself once before moving his hips slightly up and lining himself on your entrance, pushing inside.

He hid his face in the curve of your neck, moaning into your skin as his teeth gritted together, a strangled noise leaving his throat as all of him seated within you. Your arms wrapped around his head, holding him while his held the sides of your back near your waist. One of his hands moved down to your hip gripping it as he started thrusting into you. He started hard and deep, grunting in unison with your moans as he pushed down your hip to make him go deeper.

He kissed the skin of your neck, nipping while he fucked you to hide his own grunts and moans, he was getting close and the noises your pussy made every time his cock entered you were about to send him over the edge. He started to vibrate himself, trying to make you come faster, every time his hips met yours you could feel the vibrations on your clit and as he thrusted faster you could feel yourself getting closer.

He speeded up when he felt you begin to tighten around him, mewling at the sensation of your walls pulsating around him. His hand moved gown your back to the curve of your ass, squeezing it hard as he started to come, his movement faltering as he held you in place, coming inside of you, his thrusts barely there but you could still feel him softly moving against you as he came down from his high.

His breathing returned back to normal fairly quickly, he looked back up at you, moving enough to peck your lips. He moved back down and buried his face in between your breast, kissing the skin before settling himself in that position for the night. Your fingers played with his hair, your eyes shutting close as you both remained tangled, sleeping through the night, together. He held you tighter, relieved that he had you here, safe in his arms, swearing to himself that he would never hurt you again, he fell asleep after he felt your breathing evening out and was sure you were asleep, planting a soft kiss to your skin before closing his eyes.

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Sherloque/Eowells x Reader - Some Other Wells

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: Between S05E16 / 17. Sherloque is acting strange, trying to understand how Eobard's mind work. You came to discover a whole new personality inside the french detective.

A/N: My first reader-insert, hope you enjoy :) 

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Something was wrong. You could tell that Sherloque was bothered just to look at him, his eyes wandering by the room, his hands twitching and touching the hair on the back of his neck impatiently. Since the “New Cicada” attacked, the detective became quieter than the usual, specially around Nora. Looks like he had struggling thoughts and was trying hard to figure out something big.

Since he arrived at S.T.A.R. Labs you both had always playing a game of discreet seduction, with hot gazes, ashamed smiles and “friendly” touches on arms and hands (always extending a few more seconds than the necessary).

But now, the French detective seemed to be diving in a complete different personality, like he was trying to be someone else to properly understand something. Your deduction skills always seemed to improve around his presence, you were really starting to be good at it.

-  Sherloque?

-  Oui?

-  You look… tense. Are you ok?

-  Of course, mon petit. Just have a lot of things in my mind. – He tried to smile and gave you a little squeeze in the shoulder, passing by you to leave the cortex, walking lost in his own thoughts.

You tried to continued to work, helping the team to fix the mess resulted by the last confront at the cortex. That Cicada 2.0 really knew how to destroy things. Twenty minutes had passed and you realized that your thoughts were still in Sherloque. You invented some excuse to leave the room and went looking for the French detective.

Walking by the corridors of S.T.A.R. Labs you heard some noise ahead, but couldn’t find its source. Wait… that wall… the sound seemed to come from there, but no one had been in that creepy room for a long time.

You positioned your hand over a specific area of the wall and the opening of the "time vault" revealed itself, allowing you to enter.

The white braille walls always gave you chills, but the really scary vision was in the back of the room. For one second you thought that was really him. The wheel chair turned around with the face of Harrison Wells (the evil one) looking at you. The glasses were there; the totally black clothes were there. The long hair seemed wrong in the picture, but the eyes… The cold and deep blue eyes were there too.

The futuristic doors closed behind you and the tall man started to moved towards to you. He slid in the chair, without moving his eyes of you. Getting up, he went close to your body, holding you against the wall.

You were shaking a little and sweating by the instant fear, but couldn’t deny the excitement of finally having that man so close to you. You imagined that moment many times, dreaming about the sweet seduction and calculated moves of Sherloque touching you. But in that moment, he was not that person. He was Eobard Thawne/Harrison Wells.

With that mix of anger and desire in his eyes, the detective “EoWells” pressed hard his body against yours, removed his glasses with a fast movement and held your arms tight, kissing you with ferocity. And that kiss… deep, hot and intense… That kiss and the feeling of his body made you want him even more. You tried to move your arms to touch his pale skin, but he won’t let you. The gentleman was not there anymore.

Sherloque was really into the character, with possessive and dominant movements he started to remove your clothes, kissing your body while removing your pants in a hurry. You couldn’t even think properly about what was going on, because your desire for that man was bigger than everything.

He took off his clothes and you missed a heartbeat when that strong and incredible body appeared fully exposed in front of you. Just as you, the French EoWells was TOTALLY ready for the next step.

He sat back at the chair e pulled your body over him, breathing hard and holding you tight. You started to feel that delicious and strong part of him getting inside you, first slowly, then faster and stronger. The pleasure was spinning in your head and you had to control yourself to remain in silence and not bring attention from the outside to the time vault.

The detective whispered your name and hold your hair firmly, your bodies moving in a sweaty synchrony. You wish you could scream and he was in the same struggle. You started to feel the universe expanding in your lower abdomen, and a devastating pleasure drowning you. “EoWells” felt your body changing and sending him the signs. He threw back his head and held his breath for a moment, exhaling hard in the sequence.

Your bodies were shaking a little after the ending, the hot and sweaty skin turning you in just one. He looked at you, closed his eyes for a second and then opened them with a sweet look. He gave you a little smile, touching your face with love. In that moment you knew that your Sherloque was back.