#Eobard Thawne smut

[atommadly]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

Pairing: EoWells x Reader Warnings: Smut, slightly dominating behavior

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘺. 𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺.

Masterlist

The hum of machinery and the low whirr of computers filled the air in STAR Labs, a place you never thought you’d find yourself. The sterile white walls and cool steel of the futuristic building were oddly familiar, but it wasn’t the lab itself that kept your mind occupied. No, it was the man beside you. Or, more precisely, the man who wore someone else's face.

Eobard Thawne. The man who had, in a twisted stroke of fate, claimed Harrison Wells’s identity. To the world, he was a brilliant scientist, a mentor, and a valued member of Team Flash. But to you, he was much more. He was the love of your life.

You weren’t supposed to be here. You and Eobard weren’t supposed to be stuck in this time, this period of history so different from your own. After all, you came from the future, hundreds of years ahead of this moment, an era where things had already spiraled out of control. Where your names were whispered with fear, where your plans had once nearly succeeded. Where you had once been the true power behind the man who had been called Reverse-Flash.

And you were no stranger to the darkness that came with your past. Both of you had been villains. Together, you had waged a war against the Flash, your sworn enemy. You had been partners in crime, partners in everything.

But fate had other plans. Eobard’s obsession with Barry Allen led you both to travel back to the past, to Barry’s childhood, where you thought you could erase him before he ever became the hero you both despised. But Barry was a survivor. And despite your best efforts, your plan had failed.

You had ended up stuck in the year 2000, lost and stranded, your connection to the future severed. It wasn’t the end of your journey, though. Not by a long shot. You quickly realized you would have to adapt, make a new plan—because there was one thing you both had in common: you would do anything to return to your time.

The answer was simple, yet dark. Barry Allen, the Flash, the very person who had stopped you, was the key. But instead of erasing him, you decided to help him become the man who would one day become your nemesis—the hero you both despised. You would create the Flash, in your own twisted way.

Now, here you were, years later, standing in STAR Labs, working under the guise of a simple assistant to Harrison Wells, a man you never truly met but whose face was now worn by the love of your life. You had agreed to keep your relationship secret—at least, in this time. If anyone ever discovered the truth of your connection, everything would fall apart. You knew it. Eobard knew it.

Pretending—playing the part of a loyal assistant, the quiet ally in STAR Labs—was becoming harder by the day. Especially when Eobard’s jealousy began to show itself in ways that were hard to ignore.

Despite knowing, deep down, that you would eventually betray everyone, your bond with the Flash team—your enemies—was growing more complicated. There was something almost intoxicating about it. The camaraderie. The shared moments of success. Even the small victories felt sweeter, despite your hidden agenda.

Cisco was a big part of that. You had never intended for it to happen, but somehow, over the months, you’d become... friends. It started as simple conversations, you offering your insight into a problem, him cracking jokes, and gradually, that harmless banter had turned into playful flirting.

It was innocent, you told yourself. It was a game.

But Eobard didn’t see it that way.

He watched you with eyes sharp as knives, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. You knew it drove him mad. The way you laughed a little too easily at Cisco’s jokes. The way you lingered just a second too long when your hands brushed, or how your smiles were always just a little too bright when Cisco was around.

It was all for show. For fun. To see just how far you could push Eobard before his obsession with control unraveled.

And today? Today was no different.

You had made a point to be close to Cisco, leaning in as he explained some new tech breakthrough, your fingers brushing his as you passed a piece of equipment. He grinned, his usual mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You could feel the tension building in the air, but you had to let it play out.

Eobard was sitting across the room, his expression carefully neutral, but you could see the slight clench of his jaw, the rigidity in his posture. The way his fingers twitched, itching to take control of the situation.

Perfect.

You turned your attention back to Cisco, letting the flirtation flow more freely. “I have to admit,” you teased, your voice low and playful. “You’ve got quite the knack for this tech stuff. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to make me fall for you.”

Cisco’s laugh rang out, light and carefree, as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, is that what I’m doing? Trying to get you to join Team Cisco?” He waggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying the playful exchange.

You smiled, but there was a part of you that was watching Eobard closely. His eyes were fixed on you and Cisco now, his lips barely concealing the anger brewing beneath the surface. You could almost feel the storm inside him. He was losing his patience.

But that was the fun of it.

“Maybe you should,” you teased, keeping your gaze locked on Cisco. “I’m sure it would be... interesting to work alongside someone who knows how to keep a girl entertained.”

The flirtation was light, but Eobard’s eyes were turning darker by the second. He was growing agitated, his fingers tapping against the armrest of his wheelchair, his entire body leaning forward, as if trying to restrain himself from saying or doing something rash.

When everyone else finally filed out—Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry—your eyes never left Eobard. You could feel the tension building between you, like a thick, invisible wire being pulled tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

And then, in a flash of yellow lightning, the world around you blurred.

One second you were standing in the Cortex, pretending to be absorbed in a trivial task, the next you were pressed against the cold stone wall of Eobard’s time chamber, the air charged with the weight of his presence.

The speed of his movement didn’t even register at first. You didn’t have time to react before he slammed you against the wall, his hands grabbing your wrists with brutal precision. You didn’t struggle. Instead, you leaned into the feeling, the rush of power he exuded, the sharpness of his gaze as he held you captive in this moment.

Eobard’s proximity was overwhelming. His body was a mere inch away from yours, and his breath was uneven, the heat from his anger brushing against your skin. His eyes glowed with that familiar fire—the same obsession, the same desire to control everything in his orbit. You knew you had pushed him past his limit, and you were relishing every second of it.

"What's the problem, my love?" you asked innocently, your voice sweet and teasing, though the words were laced with a hidden challenge.

Eobard’s lips parted, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. "What are you playing at, Y/N?" he growled, his grip tightening around your wrists, his anger now fully unrestrained.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you tilted your head, feigning innocence. "What? Are you jealous?" you taunted, raising an eyebrow, your lips curling into a wicked smile.

"I’m not jealous," Eobard hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "You’re mine."

The words hung in the air, thick with intent. He wasn’t just angry; he was possessive. And that possessiveness made your pulse race, your heart hammering in your chest. There was something intoxicating about the way he viewed you—how he couldn’t stand the thought of you with anyone else, even if that “anyone else” was just a harmless flirtation with Cisco.

But the truth was, you did enjoy pushing him, seeing that primal, almost animalistic response from him. It was one thing to control the situation with words, but when you had him here, in this moment, this space, it was all too tempting to keep testing him.

“Prove it,” you whispered, your lips barely brushing his, just enough to send a jolt of electricity between you. The challenge was unmistakable, and you could feel the way his body tensed, a barely contained fury and desire mixed into one intoxicating force.

A low growl erupted from his chest before he closed the distance between you in an instant, slamming his lips against yours. The kiss was savage, hungry—his mouth urgent and demanding, as if he couldn’t wait another second to claim you.

You moaned softly into the kiss, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth graze your bottom lip, the fire inside you spreading from your stomach to your core. 

The heat of his kiss grew, a clash of tongues, a mixture of desperate need and pure raw hunger. You could feel his frustration and yearning with every sweep of his lips, the bruising pressure of his hands gripping your wrists even tighter as he pinned you to the wall. But it didn’t stop you from pressing into him, from responding with an equal hunger, matching his intensity.

You wanted more. Needed more. You moved against him, your body shifting and grinding against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm, your hips teasingly rolling, feeling the hard length of him against your stomach.

A low growl rumbled from his chest, and you could feel his restraint breaking, the sharp, primal edge to his movements now fully unleashed. His grip on your wrists tightened painfully, but you didn’t care. In fact, you relished it. There was something about the way he held you, as though you were the only thing in the world worth claiming, worth owning. It made your heart race, your breath hitching in your chest.

You ground against him again, feeling his hardness through the fabric of his pants, and you couldn’t suppress the grin that tugged at the corners of your lips. The power you had over him was undeniable, and you were going to push it as far as you could.

Eobard finally let go of one of your wrists, but it wasn’t to give you freedom. Instead, his hand slid down your body, settling on your hip, his fingers digging into your skin, pulling you even harder against the wall. The sudden pressure against you stopped your movements, but it only seemed to make you crave him more.

"You’re a little pest, you know that?" His voice was thick with frustration, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something darker, more possessive. The words left his mouth in a growl, but there was a strange, almost affectionate quality to them. He was angry, but he wanted you. That much was undeniable.

"You love it," you murmured, your breath shallow, already out of breath from the intensity of the kiss, from the fire building in your body. You didn’t need to look at him to know the effect those words would have. You could feel the way his body stiffened, the pulse of energy between you both, the primal hunger in his every movement.

He didn’t answer, but his grip on your hip tightened as his other hand released your other wrist. You didn’t have time to process the change before you felt his fingers trailing up your skirt, slowly, purposefully, as if savoring every moment of your vulnerability. You gasped when his hand found its destination, his fingers brushing against the lace of your panties, teasing you with a gentle pressure.

You let out a shaky breath as he slid his fingers against the fabric, the slow, teasing touch pushing your body to its limit. There was a brief moment of relief, the sensation of his hand pressing against the sensitive heat between your legs sending an almost overwhelming jolt of pleasure through your system.

Eobard’s lips never left yours. They were urgent, desperate, as though he couldn’t get enough of you. His kiss was a fusion of hunger and control, pulling you deeper into the moment. But his mouth didn’t stay on your lips for long. It was as if he couldn’t resist tracing every inch of your skin, moving down your jawline, along your neck, leaving a trail of scorching kisses in his wake.

You arched your neck, the sensation of his lips on your skin driving you wild. "I don’t ever want to see you flirt with another man again," he growled against your ear, his breath warm and ragged. The words came out rough, possessive, like a threat. But there was an undeniable weight to them, a command that sent a thrill through your veins.

You were already lost in him, your body moving against him with a mind of its own, riding the waves of pleasure as his hand continued its slow, deliberate movements over your clit. The lace of your panties was no obstacle to him; his fingers worked their way over the fabric with precision, tracing every sensitive curve, building you up slowly, steadily, until you were writhing under his touch. Your moans came louder now, one after another, the sound of your pleasure mingling with the soft rasp of his breath against your skin.

"You’re mine," he muttered, his voice thick with intent. The words felt like a brand against your skin, marking you in ways that left no room for doubt. His thumb pressed down harder, faster now, applying just the right amount of pressure as his movements quickened. You could feel the heat building in your core, the tension tightening inside you as the pleasure became nearly unbearable.

“Understand?” he demanded, his voice dark, commanding, a stark contrast to the desperate need you could hear in it.

“Yes!” you moaned, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the intense pleasure rippled through your body. The sensation was so overwhelming, so electric, that you were certain you were on the brink of unraveling. Every movement of his fingers against you was a perfect stroke, pushing you closer to the edge, the heat within you tightening with each passing second.

But just as you were about to reach your peak, he withdrew his fingers with a sudden, almost cruel speed. A frustrated groan tore from your lips, your body jerking in desperate need, but the sound was quickly silenced by the intensity of Eobard’s next move. His hands were on you in the blink of an eye, his speed rendering everything else irrelevant. In one fluid motion, he tore off your panties, lifting your skirt with ease, exposing you completely to him.

Before you could fully process the rush of sensations, Eobard was already unzipping his pants with a ferocity that matched the hunger in his gaze. He pulled his underwear down swiftly, revealing himself to you. The sight made your mouth go dry. You could feel the heat in your core intensify, and despite the overwhelming desire to touch him, your body was frozen in anticipation. His power, his control—it was intoxicating.

Then, without warning, Eobard lifted you off the floor with the same effortless ease he had displayed all along. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your body pressed against his as he carried you, holding you in place with his strength. You felt the heat of his skin against yours, the tension between your bodies growing with each passing second.

You reached up, your hands framing his face, pulling him closer as your lips found his in a tender, yet passionate kiss. Your heart raced as you gazed into his eyes, the emotion in them almost too much to bear. “I only love you,” you whispered softly, your voice hushed, as if the words were something fragile and sacred. “You know that, don’t you?”

The words hung in the air between you, and for a brief moment, it was as if time stopped. You saw something flicker in Eobard’s eyes—a crack in the armor he so carefully maintained. The intensity of your confession, the weight of your love, seemed to take him off guard, his usual confident demeanor faltering ever so slightly. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe this was real—that you, in all your complexity and fire, truly felt for him the same way he felt for you.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was no longer tender, but urgent, as if he needed to consume you completely. His pelvis ground against yours, and you could feel the hard press of his erection against your core. Your body responded instantly, the desire that had been building between you both finally reaching its peak.

Without warning, Eobard positioned himself at your entrance, and with a slow, deliberate stroke of his hips, he entered you. The sensation was dizzying—hot, intimate, and overwhelming. You gasped, your body tensing for a moment before relaxing into him, feeling the weight of him fill you completely.

His movements were slow at first, almost teasing. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through your body, stretching you, filling you in a way that had you seeing stars. You locked your legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper, urging him to move faster, harder. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, matching the rapid beat of your own. His hands gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place, making sure you didn’t escape the intensity of what was happening between you.

His lips never left yours, and you could feel the power of his kiss as it deepened, turning feverish. His tongue tangled with yours, his need for you palpable in every movement. You could feel the overwhelming desire radiating off him, each stroke of his hips an assertion of control, but also a plea—a desperate, primal cry to have you, to keep you, to make you his in every possible way.

And you, lost in him, lost in the moment, responded in kind. Every inch of your body was attuned to him—his touch, his movements, his breath. It was all-consuming, and you reveled in it, feeling every push, every pull, every intimate connection as if it was your first.

“Do you feel that?” Eobard growled between kisses, his voice thick with passion. “You’re mine. Completely. I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

His words shot through you like electricity, igniting something deeper, something that made your pulse race even faster. You moaned in response, your hips grinding against his as you sought more, needing to feel everything he was giving you. The pleasure was a wave that kept building, rising higher, pulling you closer to the edge with every movement.

He thrust into you harder now, faster, each stroke sending you deeper into a blissful, heated haze. His pace quickened as you felt yourself getting closer, the pressure inside you almost unbearable. Every sound you made seemed to push him on, urging him to give you more, to take you higher. His name spilled from your lips in a breathless cry, and he responded with a growl, his hand gripping the back of your head as he kissed you fiercely.

With a final, desperate thrust, you reached the edge, your body shuddering as you finally gave in to the rush of pleasure. Your orgasm rocked through you, leaving you trembling in his arms, your body still wracked with the aftershocks of the intense release. Eobard followed close behind, his movements becoming erratic as he found his own release inside you, his body pulsing with pleasure.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You were both gasping for breath, the world spinning as you held each other, completely connected in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. His hand caressed your cheek gently, his forehead resting against yours, and you could feel the weight of his words, the truth of what he had just claimed.

“Mine,” he whispered softly, his voice hoarse but filled with a possessive love that made your heart swell.

You smiled, your body still wrapped around his, as you kissed him tenderly. “Yours,” you whispered back.

[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

[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.

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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) 😉

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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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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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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | EoWells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Sex, smut.

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With Eobard, everything is always a blur. It’s all speed and control—fast, dominating, and unrelenting. He thrives in that chaos, in the way he can push your limits and keep you gasping for air. There’s something intoxicating about the way he takes you, always in control, always setting the pace. It’s like a storm that sweeps you up and leaves you breathless. But tonight is different.

It all started when you almost died. You’d tried to help him in a fight with the Flash, and things went sideways fast. You weren’t supposed to be in danger, but one misstep was all it took, and for a terrifying moment, Eobard thought he was going to lose you. He’s always been calculating, precise—someone who plans for every outcome. But nothing could have prepared him for the sheer panic that gripped him when you were almost taken from him.

When he brings you home, the energy between you is different. Gone is the confident smirk, the cocky edge in his demeanor. Instead, he’s quiet, his movements careful, almost reverent. He lays you on the bed as though you’re something fragile, precious, and the intensity of his silence is almost unnerving.

When he kneels in front of you, his hands brushing over your skin as he undresses you, it feels like time itself has slowed. His touch is deliberate, and for the first time, there’s no rush. No frantic energy or need to dominate. Just him, taking his time to memorize every inch of you. You shiver, unsettled by the tenderness in his actions. This isn’t the Eobard you’re used to—the man who always moves fast, who always pushes you to the edge before pulling you back.

When he finally gets on top of you, it’s not with the usual ferocity you’ve come to expect. No hard, urgent thrusts that leave you gasping. Instead, he’s gentle, sliding into you slowly, as though savoring every moment, every inch. It’s new, and it’s thrilling. His strokes are controlled, deliberate, like waves lapping at the shore, and you find yourself completely undone by the gentleness of it all.

Your breaths come faster, deeper, matching the languid pace he’s set. Your moans are longer, lower, resonating in the space between you. And Eobard? He’s shivering. Every sound you make, every twitch of your body, every squeeze of your muscles around him—it’s driving him to the brink. He’s never felt anything like this before.

For someone who has spent his entire life moving at impossible speeds, who’s always taken pride in his control, this is a revelation. Slowing down, taking his time with you, feels more intimate, more raw than anything he’s ever done before. He can feel everything—the soft clench of your body around him, the way your hips lift to meet his rhythm, the way your stomach contracts with every thrust.

And he loves it. He loves the way you’re trembling beneath him, the way your body reacts to the attention he’s giving you. He loves the way his name falls from your lips, softer and sweeter than it’s ever sounded before. For the first time, he isn’t rushing to the finish line. He’s savoring every second, and it feels more powerful than anything he’s ever experienced.

When you finally come undone beneath him, it’s not the usual explosive release you’ve both shared in the past. It’s slower, deeper, a wave that crashes over you both and leaves you trembling in its wake. And as he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms, you realize that something has changed.

For Eobard, this wasn’t just about sex—it was about showing you what you mean to him, in the only way he knows how. And for you, it’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. A side that, despite everything, you hope he’ll show you again.

[c-adler]

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.

[marvelanddcsmut]

Imagine Eobard fucking you on his desk

[chllin-like-a-villain-imagines]

Captive(ating)- smut

Requested by Anon

You’d like to ask the question: how did I get here? But you already knew how. He was staring you right in the face. Eobard Thawne. The Reverse Flash himself. Instead of complaining about your capture and telling him to let you go or else, you just sighed and rolled your eyes. This wasn’t the first time he had done this to you. You had often contemplated asking him why but you had found it amusing that he hadn’t thought about your wondering mind at all.

However, as curiosity killed the cat, you did ask him why.  You asked his why he was obsessed witch you and all he could say back was:

“You’re captivating”

Using his speed, he slammed you against the nearest wall and aggressively made out with you. You immediately kissed back. You had always felt attracted to him and had even told the team this once but you had never ever thought that this would happen. Each other’s hands roamed each other’s bodies like animals fighting for the next meal. Heavy breathing was all that could be heard between the two of you.  Whilst Eobard moved his mouth down your neck you said to him breathlessly “so … this is …. Why you… kept capturing me” All he could was chuckle as he made you moan with pure delight.

Eobard brought his mouth back up to yours. Your mouths fit together perfectly and were so in sync that it felt as if you both were made for each other. Clothes started to fly and land on the floor as you both were getting more aggressive with your love for each other. Soon enough, you were both naked in the cell that had been holding you captive every time Eobard decided to capture you. Eobard had pulled away from you just for a moment. “What’s the matter?” You asked him.

“Nothing.” He smiled genuinely “Absolutely nothing” He admired you for one last moment then went back to attacking your neck. You could feel his member against your leg. You reached your hand down and stroked him earning a moan that made your stomach seem like it was filled with butterflies. You stroked him for a little longer until he whispered in your ear “I want you now!”  Without giving you a second to breathe, he pushed into you. He was a little merciful, he gave you a second to adjust to the sudden change down below. But that was it. One second.

“Oh my god!” You gasped. He started to pump into at full speed and oh did you feel good. To give Eobard better access to you, you jumped a little and wrapped your legs around his waist giving the both of you waves of pleasure. You both stayed like this, making love for what seemed like forever however the fun was about to end as there was that knot in the pit of your stomach that was aching to burst. Eobard could feel the tightness of your walls around him, sensing that you were almost done. He was almost at the same point. You came first, Eobard was close. A couple of thrusts later and he was spent. With heavy breathes you kissed one last time. He dressed you both just in time to make it look like you had gotten free of your holdings yourself and that you were ready to fight him. Only to throw the others off the scent. Damien and Malcolm had walked in because they could hear noises.

With a smirk towards you, he said: “It’s ok, guys. We’ve just made a deal. Haven’t we y/n?”

“We sure have”

[moize]

It’s 2021 people. Get it together.

[pastelbatfandoms]

On your Knees

Prompt: “I’m going to need you on your knees,is that a problem?”

A/N: A One shot using this prompt. During Season 1 when EoWells was still in his wheelchair,but had his powers back and My OC knows he’s Reverse Flash. Which causes a little slip up in front of Team Flash. 

My OC is “Played” by Lyndsey Fonseca

Warnings: Pure smut. D/S play,Oral. 

Here’s more of My Wells of Hearts Fics.

Central City,Star Labs.

Team Flash (Myself,Caitlin and Cisco),as well as the man they knew as Dr Harrison Wells,were all sitting around the cortex waiting for The Flash to reach the building which was on fire. 

We were on pins and needles to see if Barry,My brother,could make it up that building in time,even with the help of Dr. Wells,giving him a very impassioned speech about “Feeling the lightning” almost as if he knew about the feeling on an intimate level. 

We all gave a collective breath out when The Flash raced up that building and snuffed out the flame. 

In My excitement I said before thinking. “It almost makes you want to get up and race up their with him,doesn’t it?” I told Wells,then backtracked when I noticed everyone look at me. “I mean if you could walk and had...” I trailed off when Wells tried to shush me. “Powers.”

Caitlin and Cisco exchanged quizzical looks. “Well yeah we all wish we could race up buildings like Flash.” Cisco said.

I gave him a smile,then looked up at Harrison nervously,who didn’t look amused.

But he tried to hide it as he replied. “Of course. I would if I could.” still looking at me,as he turned from the console table. 

“Renee can I talk to you for a second?” He made it sound like a question,but it wasn’t one,not really. Then glanced at Caitlin and Cisco. “I think you two have some more work to do.”

“Renee follow me please.” Harrison said,already moving out of the main cortex and into the hall. As I got up and quietly followed.

As The Flash zoomed in. With a smile plastered on his face. “What I miss?” 

Harrison and I stopped at the end of the hall,Harrison placing his hand on the wall as it opened up. I walked in,Harrison wheeled close behind,as the wall closed behind,the opening as if it had never been their.

Only I knew about Harrison’s secret time vault,as only I knew that Harrison Wells was actually Eobard Thawne,The Reverse Flash. It had taken 2 years,but he had finally let me in.

I turned around,as EoWells stopped and faced me. His hands clasped in front of him,waiting.

“Look,I was nervous and excited,it just came out.” I rushed to tell him. “ I’m sorry Dr. Wells, or should I say Professor Thawne...”

Harrison or Eobard rather looked slowly up at me then. A hint of danger lurking behind his eyes. “ You’re not getting off that easy. See normally I would just let that go,that type of slip up wasn’t as noticable,calling me Thawne in front of everyone earlier however...” He trailed off giving me a look.

“ So what are you going to do?” I asked,speaking of nervous and excited,not sure what punishment I might receive from My mentor turned lover this time.

“Oh it’s not what I’m going to do,yet. It’s what YOU’RE going to do.” Thawne replied with a dark grin, leaning forward and taking his glasses off as I stepped closer.

“I’m going to need you on your knees,is that a problem?” Thawne asked,glancing up at me,with a challenging look in his eyes.

I bit my lip,shaking my head,it definitely was not. “Of course not sir.” I replied,My submissive side immediately responding to Thawne’s more dominant side.

I kneeled down as Thawne grinned down at me. “Good Girl.” As he ran a hand through my hair,his touches belying the domininance within.

“Well,C’mon.” Thawne urged, Speedsters weren’t known for their patience,even though he had to be for 15 years. 

I palmed him over his jeans,feeling him twitch under my touch,Eobard let out a growl then. “Don’t tease. Or I’ll have to resort to something less fun...for you.” Raising an eyebrow in warning.

I licked my lips,gods I loved that look,and he knew it. I unzipped his jeans then and pulled down his pants,could he have speeded out of his clothes? Yes he could have but Thawne wanted me to work for it. 

I grasped his now hard length in my hand,feeling myself get wet at just the thought of it in my mouth,among other places. Not wanting to test his patience further,I took all of him in,as he practically purred at the first contact of my tongue against skin. Thawne’s eyes closing and head back as he pushed my head further down. “That’s it Kitten,take your Master’s cock.” 

He let out a soft sigh,when I licked up the length of him,then felt the tip of his cock rub against the back of my throat,I didn’t gag,I’d had practice,Thawne was a great teacher. 

I swirled my tongue over his length,sucking hard,as I knew he rarely liked it gentle,hollowing my cheeks. “Shit.” I heard Eobard curse under his breath. 

As he vibrated inside my mouth,grasping my hair. “Almost there,little one.” He whispered,his voice even raspier then normal. 

Thawne let me up to lick the tip,then forced my head down as he practically face fucked me. “Suck,harder.” He ordered, as he sped up,practically vibrating out of his chair as he came with a strangled cry,good thing the time vault was sound proof. My throat burned but I well LET HIM would be a bit of a stretch,my pussy clenched as I felt him vibrate shots of cum down my throat. This kind of punishment I enjoyed. 

Thawne let up then,breathing heavy,as he looked down at me with a small smile. “Good Girls,Swallow. Unless the bad girl wants me to force her?“ I smirked,knowing by his wicked stare which one he’d prefer. I opened to show him the load still in my mouth,Thawne immediately shut my mouth,not letting go of my jaw until I swallowed. “Thought so. Oh you missed a spot.” Thawne ran his thumb over my chin,wiping the drop of cum off and placing his thumb in my mouth as I sucked it clean. “Good Girl.” he praised. Then with a wicked grin, sat up. Raising me to stand.

“Oh we’re not done,Pet.” Thawne promised,his cock already becoming hard once again. “My turn.” Thawne growled,his eyes flashing red.

In a move to fast for me to comprehend, Eobard had me pinned to the braille tiled wall,his hands gripping my arms over my head,as he pressed into me. My breath caught in my throat at his next words, “I should really leave you wanting. Tease you until you’re begging for me to take you home.” He said low into my ear,looking down at me with a dark chuckle. 

Thawne leaned down to capture his lips with mine,kissing me passionately. 

Then Swiftly he let go of me turning me around,as he put a hand to the nape of my neck,pressing my face,and breasts I might add,against the wall. I whimpered but made no move to get away,honestly I loved when he got upset and handled me like this. 

I felt Eobard’s breath on my neck as he whispered. “But I won’t,this time. Honestly it took all my restraint not to show you who’s boss in the cortex,I may have already been sated once Kitten but I am far from done with you.” 

Despite his speed Eobard could be slow when he wanted to,like now as he ran his fingers down my neck,and moving my hair to the side,trailed soft kisses onto my shoulder and up my neck,getting harsher the more he kissed. 

I moaned out his name,my eyes closing. 

Eobard stopped then,gripping my hair and pulling my head back. “What was that?”

“Sir,please don’t stop.” I begged. 

“That’s better.” Thawne ravaged my neck some more,no doubt I’d have to hide some hickies after. 

I slipped into that euphoric place,until suddenly Eobard stopped. My eyes opened in a daze at his voice. 

“Don’t get too comfortable kitten,I’m not done punishing you yet.” At those words,Eobard gripped me by the hips and I had to put my hands on the wall to keep from falling. 

“Stick your ass out.” He growled. I did as he said,feeling a bit apprehensive in such a short skirt and knowing where this was going. 

Eobard nudged my legs open with one foot,as he surveyed the sight before him. “Mmmm. There’s one thing wrong with this picture Dear.” He said coming closer to me. “Your wearing RED underwear.” My eyes widened as, in a flash,Thawne ripped my underwear off. “That’s better.” he smirked at my look only said. “Now where were we?”

“Ah yes,you’re punishment.” Eobard’s voice held dark lust and an animalistic glee as I readied myself for the blows that would surely come to my back side. 

I was only slightly afraid though, I knew Eobard would never really hurt me,physically. I was right as the smacks of his hands came swift,fast,but light more stinging then hard. Except for the last one,I steeled myself when I heard his hand vibrate and felt that harsh smack to my butt,I jumped but he steadied me with the other hand. 

“Easy Pet,you’re alright.” Eobard purred in my ear,rubbing my backside softer this time. Then looked down at his handiwork. “That’s going to bruise.” He mused,smirking.

The heat of the slaps settled into my skin and I moaned at the feeling. “Please Sir fuck me now.” 

“Hm.” Eobard gave a small sound but said nothing as he trailed his fingers down my body,reaching my throbbing heat. He let out an appreciative noise at what he felt. “So wet, All for me. You enjoyed those spankings a little too much.”

“I’m sorry Sir I did.” I would have said anything in that moment to get him to fuck me,as I rubbed myself around his hand to get more friction. 

“Oh don’t worry Pet,I’ll fuck you. Once you come first.” Eobard rasped in my ear as he pressed into me,vibrating his fingers, at the sudden stimulation,I came fast and hard,convulsing against him with a cry. “That’s it.” 

Eobard zipped out of his clothes,then without warning rammed into my still sensitive pussy,his thick cock harder then ever. I gave a loud moan at the feeling of him filling me up so completely. As he kneaded my breasts still in their blouse but noticed he had already snapped my bra off.

Eobard dragged himself halfway out then,slammed into me again,I loved feeling every inch of him. Thawne knew it as he fucked me slowly a few more times, then drew a hand up to grasp my throat,pulling me closer to him as he kissed my neck. 

“I Love you,Master.” I breathed out,closing my eyes,which had started to spark, in ecstasy.

“I love you too,Kitten.” Thawne Whispered back.

Suddenly we heard voices outside of the time vault. 

“They’re looking for us.” I whispered.

“Well looks like we’ll just have to go a bit quicker.” Thawne replied with a grin. 

At that Thawne sped up as he fucked me faster and deeper then was possible for a normal man. I cried out, as his touch sparked my skin,and he fucked me through my second orgasm of the night, Eobard vibrated then cumming right behind me as he filled me up to the brim. It was a good thing i was on the pill.

We both stilled then,panting as we came down from our orgasms,the smell of sex hung in the air. “My god Kitten,that was...” Eobard caught his breath,as he pulled out me.

“Amazing.” I finished for him.

I turned around to face him,as he zipped back into his clothes,a moment later I felt my bra back on. And his arms around my waist as he grinned down at me. “Absolutely.” 

I smiled up at him,giving him a light kiss. As I stroked the side of face. Then stopped remembering. “What about my underwear you tore off?” I asked.

“Who says you need any?” Eobard replied with a mischievous look. “We’ll be going home soon enough.”

“We better be.” I smoothed down my skirt,self consciously.

Eobard wrapped an arm around my waist,giving me a kiss to my head,”Plus then I couldn’t do this.” he murmured as he squeezed my now bare ass. 

“Eo!” I gasped,playfully swatting him away. Eobard just grinned,then walked over to his wheelchair,settling into in. 

I grabbed the back of the chair,and once we made sure no one was around,placed my hand on the time vaults wall and wheeled Thawne out as they opened up.

Closing behind us,I wheeled Thawne down the corridor and to the cortex,where Team Flash waited. 

They turned to look at us when we arrived. 

“Where were you guys?” Caitlin asked.

“I had some paperwork I forgot about. and Dr Wells was helping me.” I answered,easily.  2 years in a secretive relationship had made it easy to lie.

“I also needed to teach Renee the importance of listening to her boss.” Eobard said just as smoothly. 15 years pretending to be someone else had made lying even easier for Thawne.

“Wells IS one hard task master.” Barry replied with a shake of his head.

“That I am.” Thawne agreed with a raise of his eyebrow at me,.

“Very.” I agreed, As we grinned at one another. They would never know how much. 

~END~

A/N: Damn. Well that was fun. Seriously though this is one of the dirtiest one’s I’ve written. 🥵