#eobard thawne x reader smut

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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

[atommadly]

𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | EoWells x Reader

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

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

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You really needed to stop staring at him.

But how could you, when he kept doing that?

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

And then it happened again.

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

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

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

"Y/N?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then he was on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And that was perfectly fine by you.

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[jokingmisfit]

Dominance

Eobard Thawne (Harrison Wells) x Fem!Reader

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

Prompt- “Come sit on my lap.”

Prompt- “We can’t do that here!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re terrible…” Caitlin whispers out.

Snickering, you say “You love it.”

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

“We absolutely are!” You exclaim.

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

“Suffer…” You tease.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pulling away you look at the clock and pout.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your voice shakes in a whimper. “Daddy…”

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

God you swear his fingers move at unrealistic speeds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like you said, stamina is worse than a bull.

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

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

[allzelemonz]

DC Comics Masterlist

Main Masterlist

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

Generic DC/Unspecified Multiverse

Clark Kent

Developing Powers

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

Slade Wilson

A Test

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

Tie

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

Breaking Point

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

Out

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

Arrowverse

Eobard Thawne

Fog: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Off Work: Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

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

Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Henry King Sr

Henry King Sr X Gender Neutral Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

John Constantine

Headcannons: John Constantine With A Legend Boyfriend

(To be reviewed to standard)

Jordan Mahkent

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

(To be reviewed to standard)

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

(To be reviewed to standard)

Lex Luthor

CW Lex Luthor X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Batman (2022)

Edward Nashton

Need

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

Gotham

Edward Nygma

NSFW Alphabet: Edward Nygma

(To be reviewed to standard)

Dark Side: Edward Nygma X Male Reader

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

Jervis Tetch

Gaslight Hatter: Jervis Tetch X Gender Neutral Reader

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

Oswald Cobblepot

‘Hit If Off’: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Just A Gig: Oswald Cobblepot X NSG Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Headcannons: Oswald Cobblepot When His Significant Other Is Kidnapped

(To be reviewed to standard)

NSFW Alphabet: Oswald Cobblepot

(To be reviewed to standard)

Relax, Boss: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Or Else: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Unbeknownst: Oswald Cobblepot X FTM Reader

(To be reviewed to standard)

Not Your Tie: Oswald Cobblepot X Male Reader

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

[elfwoodfae]

Writing’s On The Wall

Chapter-7 The Spy Who Loved Me

Warnings: Smut.

Author’s note: I’m sorry it took me this long to update, my mental health was not doing good and life got a bit too much out of me, but I’m doing better. Also is a little short but I’m getting back on track so it will be better from now on.

His father had always told him, “It is the only option to be feared, is the only way to keep them in control.” Words that as a child he had never understood. Perhaps that was the exact reason he found himself in this predicament, if he had just pushed enough until you feared him.

The words leave his mouth before he can properly process them, his mind snapping back to reality. He can practically see the ghost bumps covering your skin, the utter shock of this confession behind the glass of your eyes, but before he has time to think about it or time for you to react his body moves, lurching him forward onto your form. The impact of his arms wrapping around you makes you sway back slightly, the warmth of the fireplace ghosting over your back. Your hands raise, flatting over his chest, your eyes finding his, the wolf and the doe, ready to be devoured. He doesn’t push forward, he doesn’t move down, he only stays, waiting, his hand moves over your cheek, his fingertips caressing your skin so softly it may had not even happen at all, your eyes close at the touch, his fingers surprisingly soft, not a hint of roughness can be felt in them.

His lips part, the shadow of his breath passing over you as he speaks, his eyes burn so deeply into yours they may as well turn you into ashes. Perhaps he is the human incarnation of Lucifer, so beautiful, so lovely but so deadly, prying his victims with lies until he can devour their soul, only leaving their beating heart behind as a trophy of his victory.

“I wish we had met in different circumstances.” He has never consider himself a sentimental man, in fact being so void of emotion is what made him so imperfect in his parent’s eyes, but right now, he swears there’s a prickle of something burning on the back of his mind, washing over him as your eyes soften, your hands trailing over his chest, placing themselves on the side of his neck, your thumb softly caressing the edge of his jaw.

Your eyes close, your throat contracting over a swallow, your hands move him to you, it doesn’t matter anymore what could have been or what it was, it’s all gone now, and maybe this is what it was meant to be all along. Even if all you see is darkness you can still feel his eyes on you, observing you, and before you change your mind and this hypnotic spell he seems to have put over you is broken, you close the distance between you both. Your lips find his, soft, warm, the faintest memory of alcohol hitting your taste buds as he opens his, his eyes never closing.

Is this the torture he deserves for a life of hate, or perhaps God sent the Devil disguised as an Angel to collect him, he is not sure, but he would willingly go.

A dry swallow breaks the silence, your hand softly caressing his jaw, touching him, grounding yourself in his presence. His eyes close, the air escaping his lungs, his skin feels so soft, so warm, had it always been this soft? The silence breaks as his hands grab yours with a softness you have never experience from him.

“All this years, I have only done what I had to.” The ghost of his breath caresses the inside of your wrist, his lips moving over your skin, your eyes closing when they finally connect with the pulse point betraying the beating of your heart.

With a sigh your breathing quickens, the decision being made even before there’s a chance for your brain to change its mind, your heart working fast to win this race. His lips finally find yours. Suffocating, burning, the universes have align, finally Aphrodite has found her Hades, Lucifer has found his redemption, the forgiveness he doesn’t deserve. Your lips are quick to open, his warm tongue instantly needing to consume all of your mouth, his hands gripping at both sides of your head, fingers tangling with desperate need in your hair. Your half lided eyes find his, pupils blown in a sea of darkness as your teeth bite into his bottom lip, slowly pulling before letting go and once again molding into each other.

Your hands move down his back, gripping at his clothes, pulling the shirt out of his pants to make way for desperate hands to find his skin, to get some relief on the contact. Stumbling backwards he guides you to the same chair he had been sitting on seconds ago, his hands moving over your arms, pulling you to him once he sits, your legs on either side of him, the night gown you wore riding up, leaving on its wake a tempting valley of skin begging to be touched. Obliging his hands settle over the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers digging harshly, making sure you are real and not some sculpture made so perfectly he wouldn’t be able to distinguish it from reality. They trail up, a sigh escaping your lips as they hike the clothes higher, the edge of his nails scraping softly against your skin until they reach their destination and settle over the soft flesh of your butt cheeks, pulling you to him as his lips move over your jaw, biting softly on the curve of your neck.

There is really not time to enjoy each other, there is no time for soft caresses and sloppy kisses; but the hunger with which Eobard kisses you is more than enough to make up for it, to feel how desperate he is, how needing of you he is turns you on more than anything you have ever experience. He is dangerous, chaotic and so methodical is terrifying, yet here he is, falling apart in between your arms, holding onto your skin for dear life as your hands remove every bit of clothes he is wearing. Your eyes trail over his shoulders, more defined than what you could have imagine, prominent arms that engulf you as your hands find his face, holding him in place while you kiss him, lifting yourself up and lining with him before sinking down, sighs and moans escaping you, it’s an oddly familiar feeling of belonging , of knowing one another as if you had been together before, souls connecting once again in another life, aligning ever time you had found each other again.

The bussing of his skin against yours is a pleasing surprise, his hand trailing down, feeling the droplets of sweat collecting in your abdomen before he moves it down until it reaches its destination, settling a pace, his vibrating fingers working on you, bringing you closer and closer, his eyes take in every detail of your face, every crease of your eyebrows and the way your mouth parts as an orgasm washes over you, his following soon after, making him react faster than he thought he would as he speeds you both to a different position, allowing him to pull out of you before his release. A comfortable silence falls over you both, his body next to yours, his head rested on your back while you both lay on the sofa, your eyes train on the fireplace, his grip on you tightens when he feels you moving, and that’s the cue you need to know he wants you to stay, he wants to hold you, to have this moment of contact he has denied himself for so long, his eyes closing momentarily, giving himself a second to enjoy it that lasted a hundred years.

@mintchipcupcake

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@steamjunk90

@twilightlover2007

@austarus

@harrisonwellsisdaddy

@wintersire

@reallystressedhoneybee

@fanfiction-and-fantasies

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@dumpeetintofyre

@yetanotherwells

@tammy-baker

@thecupcakevigilante

[moize]

It’s 2021 people. Get it together.

[darlingpetao3]

Give Into the Symptoms (EoWells x Reader)

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: When an unknown substance is accidentally released into the medbay, you find yourself isolated along with Doctor Wells, and both of you start to develop some very interesting symptoms...

A/N: Happy Friday! Here’s some super hot smut to spice up your day! Word count - 3,223

Tag List: @blogforhoes​

Team Flash likes to joke that being accident-prone is your superpower. Little did they know, one accident in particular would catapult you into a world of suspicion and realization…

It’s one of those days - a day in between just having caught the latest meta terrorizing the city and having another one pop up. You have forgotten your travel mug, and are searching the Labs for it. Oh, right!

You remember setting it down while visiting Caitlin in the medbay, then got distracted. There it is. You jog into the room, but remember that’s probably not a good idea. What if you trip on absolutely nothing and fall flat on your face? Not if you can help it.

But that doesn’t seem to help you.

When you reach for your mug on the desk, it’s like everything happens in slow motion (later, you find yourself wondering if this is how it feels for Barry) - your arm knocks over a series of test tubes holding different coloured liquids. Some of the substance splashes onto your skin, whereas the rest of the matter falls to the ground. It gives off a pungent aroma. You can practically see the fumes rising from the desk and the floor up into the air. In the shock of the accident, you let out a yell, and find that whatever the hell chemicals just touched your skin feels like it’s burning.

“Miss (Y/L/N)!” comes the familiar voice of your superior (and friend? You’re fairly certain you’re friends… You hope you’re friends...) Doctor Harrison Wells. The scientist zooms in on his motorized chair at the fastest speed it will carry him. “What’s happened?”

His voice is a mixture of surprise, concern and impending protocol.

“Ow, ow, I knocked over chemicals on the desk, ah!” you try to explain while shaking your affected limb. “Some on my arm.”

You shout in wild staccatos while Doctor Wells helps usher you to the emergency wash station to ease the moderately uncomfortable sensation. Even after the cold water sprays on your skin, it’s Harrison’s next few words that shock you even more than the water temperature or the burn.

“You need to remove your shirt. Quickly.”

“I- what?”

Doctor Wells wheels over to one of the cabinets in the room and plucks one of the many overly stocked S.T.A.R. Labs sweaters to toss it at you.

“There will still be remnants of the concoction on your shirt. It will continue to soak through the fabric and reach the rest of your body. It cannot be touching you. Hurry. Unless you want to try to bathe in that sink.”

You have your shirt off faster than you could say “the Flash.”

You remove your shirt so fast, in fact, that Doctor Wells hasn’t even had time yet to turn away or avert his eyes. Instead, he witnesses the entire thing.

“Oh, well…” he utters, possibly embarrassed, turning around too late. His eyes one hundred percent saw you in your bra. And now you will let that tiny factoid harass you for the rest of your life. You shrug on the classic navy sweater with the organization’s logo stretched across your chest. It is not your size, but it will have to do.

“Alright, I’m decent,” you say to the back of his dark-haired head. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat after he faces you again, but you can’t decipher its meaning. But that is the case with many things when it comes to this man.

“We have to self-isolate ourselves.” Harrison’s voice is calm but firmly urgent. “We’ve both been in contact with each other and the substance. Quick, initiate lockdown.” You know just what to do and sprint to the door to the room. You smash the emergency glass and press the Big Red Button. Instantly, metal barriers drop down to seal the doors and windows, locking you in with the secret object of your affections and an unknown substance.

Only time will tell what will happen to the two of you next.

***

Nothing.

Nothing has happened! God, you are so bored.

“How long are we supposed to be stuck in here?” you ask.

“So far, it’s uncertain. This is an unknown substance. But we must stay isolated so as not to pass along the contagion. We both came in contact with the substance particles, so we may eventually show symptoms.” Harrison hums.

“What?” you ask.

“This unforeseen circumstance may be worth taking notes. For posterity. Do you have a pen?”

Naturally, Harrison would find a way to take this unfortunate situation and turn it into a learning experience.

Always a scientist.

Maybe that’s why you admire him so much. Well, more than just admire…

At first, time passes incredibly slowly. You don’t know what to say in the awkward silence between you and Doctor Wells, so you try to keep yourself busy. This proves extremely difficult, however. All there is in this room are Caitlin’s medical journals, test tubes and various other tools, and a medical bed. Yes, there is a computer, but it was set up solely for data entry. No internet. Not even so much as Solitaire!

And the metal barriers seem to have blocked out all signals to your phone.

Even Doctor Wells’ chess set was out in the other room!

This is hopeless.

You hop up on the medical bed and recline a bit. You’re starting to feel a little strange, but you can’t figure out what exactly is wrong with you. Is this one of the symptoms, or have you finally gone mad from being cooped up? You start to mentally examine yourself.

Your skin tingles, but in a good way - not like how it burned earlier. Your entire body feels comfortably warm, and you find that when your eyes fall on Doctor Wells, that’s when you start to feel hotter.

The man sits in the corner of the room, studying one of the journals. Every so often, he’ll lick his finger and turn the page...

You swallow hard, now wholly distracted by his lips. They’re so pink it should be a crime. But the real outrage is the curves of his arms. At first, you were going to ask whether he wears such muscle-defining sweaters like this all the time, but really you know the answer to that is yes. Your eyes take you on a vicious cycle of drinking him in, admiring every piece of perfection that is Harrison Wells.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? Are you feeling alright?” he shakes you from your ogling.

“Huh, what? I think so…”

“Are you developing any symptoms?”

Is horniness one of them?

“I’m not sure.”

“Write down what you’re feeling, anyway,” he suggests. “It could be helpful.”

You do so, taking the pen and paper you’d found earlier and jot down what you’d been feeling. You’re noticing a bit of lightheadedness too, so you add that to the list. But you hear something mid-scrawl.

“Did you know that you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?”’

You lift your head. Did he just…?

“I’m sorry, w-what?” you stutter. Doctor Wells removes his glasses in one motion, letting one of its arms touch his lips, which bend up into a smirk. He wheels over to you in the bed, the closer he gets, the hotter and unsteadier you become. Your vision seems altered - rosier than usual.

“I believe you heard me correctly,” he answers, “and I mean it. You make me want to…”

“Want to what?” If you don’t settle yourself down now, you’re going to jump the man.

“It isn’t proper what I want to say.”

Oh, now he’s holding back?

Fuck it. You need to know. You slide your legs off the bed and, without much further thought, kneel between his widespread legs on his chair. Your hands gripping the armrests instead of literally anywhere on the man himself like you would prefer. Leaning in close, so much so that you share the same dangerous breath.

“I need you to tell me,” you beg.

Doctor Wells just blinks at you, then frowns.

Wait. Something’s not right here.

You pull back and examine the situation, and then the scariest words come from his mouth:

“Miss (Y/L/N)? What are you doing?”

You try your damndest not to scream. Did you just hallucinate all that? Oh God, I imagined him coming on to me, didn’t I??

Jumping back far away from him, you turn around to hold your head in your hands. Is this all one big fever dream? Is this a symptom? What’s real? What’s not? You sure as hell don’t know anymore. All you do know is that you’re hot and bothered and almost mauled your boss because of it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you say. “I’m just…” You’re completely frazzled. “I’m just going to write it down.”

New symptom: horny hallucinations

You try to let the next half an hour pass without feeling this strange woozy sensation. In doing so, you close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing while lying down. But it’s still too hot. You’re still too hot. You remove the sweater, entirely forgetting that you aren’t alone in this room. Doctor Wells has been quiet for far too long. And it would appear he’s been watching you. His elbow rests on his chair, hand covering his mouth as his eyes rake over your body. You look down to his lap, an accident.

Good Lord, he’s got…

The curve of him is all too apparent in his pants. The way he’s sitting only draws attention to it. It’s like you have instantaneous tunnel vision. His growing self is all you see and all you care about. You go to him, no longer wondering or caring if this is all an illusion, it’s not even a thought in your brain. All that remains is this unrestrainable animal lust for his body. Consequences be damned. You kneel in front of him.

“(Y/N)...” he exhales. He doesn’t sound stunned or taken aback by your extreme forwardness. Instead, it sounds like a warning.

“Suddenly not so formal, hm?” you say. “Good, because we’re about to get better acquainted anyway, Harrison.” Doctor Wells doesn’t make any motion for you to stop your advancements, just stares lustful daggers at you while you practically claw at the man’s buckle and zipper. You reach into his pants to wrap your hand around the single thing in this room that you believe can heal you. His sheer hardness is unveiled and in your firm grasp. Doctor Wells’ groan shifts into a growl. Well, hello. His brow furrows but in the sexiest goddamn way.

Heavens above, you’re desperate to taste this man, eat him, swallow him, consume him.

New symptom: salivation

Your tongue darts out for a slow lick. But the slowness doesn’t last because the need is greater than anything you’ve felt. Soon, you surround your lips around his cock and take him further in your mouth. Further, letting the underside of him brush against your flattened tongue. On your way back down, you swirl around him, which makes your colleague, your employer reach a hand into your hair. He grips a handful at the base of your head. Harder. Pull it harder.

Doctor Wells does just that, and perhaps you did say out loud that after all? You aren’t sure of anything anymore other than you feel on fire, and you need more. Your blood hurtles through your veins. A ceaseless throb makes itself known between your legs. More so than before, that is.

Going in for the kill, you return your mouth to him, meanwhile reaching your own hand past the waistband of your jeans to touch yourself. You need to get off just as much as you want him to. You feel like you’ll keel over if you don’t deal with yourself too.

Harrison’s bobbing head stops to stare down at you.

“Are you-? Fuck, (Y/N), are you-?”

You hum around him in affirmation, and just after you do, the scientist pushes you off of him. In any other situation, you might be mortified that a man told you to stop blowing him, but this is no ordinary situation. Your vision blurs for a second in a surge of lust. You’re like an animal that’s just been denied their meal. There’s so much more to eat.

You stand up, chest heaving, and positively do not believe what you witness next.

Doctor Wells’ hands clutch the chair’s armrests again, but then you watch as he moves his foot. He takes a step onto the floor, then stands to a full six feet. It’s a fucking miracle- no. It truly is a hallucination. A dream. It’s a fantasy.

There’s a flash of danger in his eyes, while yours widen, big and round as his prey. The tables have turned. He’s stalking you, walking you back until you hit the metal barrier where the door once was. Captured.

This hallucination is fucking wild and I am here for it.

Might as well give in to the symptoms, right?

Harrison leans down by your ear and inhales your scent. Sweat, desire, desperation.

“I can’t resist you,” he says as if it’s difficult to even speak through the palpable sexual tension.

“I’d always imagined you saying that,” you confess, because why not? This isn’t real anyway. “I can’t resist you either.”

“I’m aware,” he chuckles into your neck, where his mouth quickly attaches. You swallow twice. “You seemed rather hungry back there.” Your pulse is starting to skyrocket again.

“Still am.” Your fingers find the hem of his soft black sweater and begin to lift it up over him. Might as well indulge in this glorious sex dream. Harrison helps you of course. He seems to want this as much as you. You’re both a series of grabbing hands, flexing muscles, and greedy touches as each and every article of clothing finds its rightful place on the floor.

Fucking hell, sex-fantasy Doctor Wells looks like an actual god. Part of your brain wonders how much of his usually-covered appearance is accurate. The rest of your brain (and another part in particular) thinks, Get in me.

The look on his face says it all. He’s going to ravage you.

Harrison, faster than you could ever imagine, spins you so that your exposed breasts press against the metal barrier. Your palms rest flat against the cool metal as well, bracing yourself for whatever the man has planned. Whatever it is, you want it. Now.

His hands run down your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake despite your entire body feeling hot as all hell. He steps closer, so close that his whole body presses against the back of yours. His still hard cock digs into you from behind. You reach around and take hold of it and start to pump. The scientist rumbles into your neck, where he licks and nips and sucks and fuck- bites. You squeal. By the way his body twitches, you think he rather enjoyed hearing you like that.

If you weren’t already a mess, Harrison’s fingers take over the job you tried to accomplish on yourself earlier. His fingers are greeted by your already sopping desire.

“You really were serious, weren’t you?” he says at the slippery feel of you. “Do I always arouse you like this?”

“God, you don’t even know.” It comes out a bit strangled. “All the time.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Do you seriously need to ask?”

He doesn’t answer you, but instead takes his length to press it against you from behind. Finallyfinallyfinally. A little more. Just a bit more. More. Further in. With each inch, you whine for all of him. Doctor Wells growls into your shoulder once he’s reached as far as he’s able to sheath himself inside you.

It’s only when he starts a steady pace of thrusts that you almost believe this is all real. The feeling in your gut tells you it’s real, but the rest of you insists it’s a very very heated symptom. His mouth is still attacking your neck, any bit of skin he can get to. The current mark he’s leaving is starting to hurt but in the best way.

“Fuck,” you swear, knowing your climax is just on the horizon. You’re nearly there. “Faster. Faster,” you ask of him with what little ability you have to form words. Doctor Wells chuckles, almost evilly, into your ear.

“That I can do,” he replies. His hips snap repeatedly, a deliciously rapid speed. Skin against skin slaps to quick beat. His fingers circle at the same pace. And with a surprise, sharp smack to your ass, this wicked combination is your undoing.

You come apart like a crumbling mess, crying out as you do as the man repeatedly slams into you, now seemingly for his own gain. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, an orgasm this powerful, is it even possible to have one this...

***

You blink your eyes open.

You’re still in the medbay, but the barriers on the door and windows have been lifted. And you’re definitely still clothed in your S.T.A.R. Labs sweater and jeans. So it was all a crazy dream?

Regardless, you’re never going to be able to look Doctor Wells in the eye ever again.

Speaking of the man…

He rolls in on his chair with a pleasant and calm smile.

“Feeling alright, Miss (Y/L/N)?” he asks, concerned. “You took quite a spill earlier.”

“I did?”

“Yes.”

You don’t remember falling. You remember a whole lot of an X-rated fantasy, though.

“I didn’t, um…” you aren’t sure how to phrase this. “I didn’t do anything embarrassing or potentially fireable, did I?”

Doctor Wells raises an eyebrow in one of his classic moves. “I don’t believe so. Other than the falling, of course. But you needn’t feel embarrassed about that. It could have happened to anyone.”

You nod slowly, relieved that you didn’t blow your boss under the influence and proceed to fuck against a wall. Although… no. No. You are relieved. Yes.

“I see the barriers are up,” you note. “I take it that isolation is no longer required?”

“You would be correct,” Harrison confirms. “Doctor Snow rushed in, with the appropriate hazmat gear and did some tests. You were out long enough for the results to come back. We’re in the clear.”

“Well, that’s good news.”

“Quite.” Harrison smiles at you, but there’s something different this time than previously. You aren’t sure what it is. “I will leave you now. Feel free to take a few days off. I know that was probably a lot to take in.”

“Right. Yes, right, thank you, I will.”

“Take care, (Y/N).” Harrison wheels away out of the room and out to the corridor. You take a breath and step out of the bed, feeling a bit uncomfortable as you walk. And then, in the reflection of one of the mirrors on Caitlin's work desk, you see it.

A deep-purple mark on your neck.

When you press your fingers to it, it hurts a bit. It’s fresh. But how can that be…?

Can that-?

Did he really-?

But then that means…

Oh shit.

~

Anonymous Request: Hey dear🤗 I want to request a EoWells story. Reader gets exposed to a VERY powerful aphrodisiac at star labs and the reader asks harrison to help her😏. And he gets exposed to it too. And both go totally crazy and do shameless dirty stuff to each other and together (maybe they always had feelings for each other). And Harrison reveals his secret( that's he's not paralyzed) to get more and more from her. Lots of smut!🙈 Plus add whatever you like. can you plz?🙏🏻

[supervillain-smut]

Eobard Thawne x Legends! Reader Smut

@eobeth I’m so sorry, I feel like this is more what you deserved rather than what I gave you XD - Mod Babydoll

You awoke in the same place you had fallen asleep; on top of Eobard. You shouldn't have hopped into the same bed as him, but something felt right. Especially when he pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arm around your hips, then pulled you on top of him. Right now you could feel his chest rise and fall, and you were trying to figure out how to get out of his grip without waking him.

After contemplating for a while, you figured the best way would to attempt to dismount him by swinging your leg over the bed. You got ready with momentum, but before you could even swing your leg around his super fast senses must have thought you were falling off of him.

As you startled backwards, he grabbed you by the waist to try and pull you forward, only bringing you forward and having you straddle him. You leaned forward, your hands landing on his chest.

As you looked up to apologize you noticed his head was leaned back, eyes closed and his mouth pressed into a firm line. He looked you in the eyes with an apologetic smile.

You smiled back nervously staring into his blue eyes, his hair messed from sleep.

Your eyes kept flickering to his lips, and when you looked back at him noticed he was doing the same. You finally locked eyes again, feeling something completely different then the close friendship it was before. He leaned up towards you, resting on his elbows and you met him halfway closing your eyes as your lips met softly.

You kissed again, and this time your lips locked, as you fought for dominance. He won as he shoved his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss. He moaned into your mouth as you adjusted your lower half so you were perfectly sat in his lap, your core directly on his member.

You felt him getting harder as you continued, and instinctively began rocking your hips against him. He bit your lower lip as he pulled away and groaned. He released your lower lip to let out a strangled moan at the added friction.

It was obvious at this point you two were well passed a simply very close friendship. You were prepared to take the leap, and he was too. You two locked lips again, grinding into each other, one too scared to go the only way left; forward.

Eobard laid back down grabbing your waist and flipping the two of you over. Things became a lot more clear who was in charge as he grabbed your right thigh and pulled your leg around his hip, bringing both of you closer. You could feel his erection straining against his boxers, and he could tell.

He kissed and nipped at your neck, giving you time to make up your mind if you wanted him or not; god did you ever. You pushed him away only to strip off your shirt, as soon as you got it off he was back on you, pressing himself further into you.

"I can get everything off much faster, if you'd like?" You rapidly nodded your head, and in an instant everything except your panties was off. He pressed his crotch into yours and you could feel every inch of him, such small pieces of fabric separating you.

You were excited and hot. He found the most sensitive spot on your neck and as he bit into it you whimpered, your hand entangling itself in his hair pulling lightly as the other scratched down his back. He groaned and pulled you towards him as he began to slowly pull your panties down. You quickened the pace as you slipped out of them and immediately went for the brim of his boxers.

He slipped out of them, nothing between you now. You needed to feel him in you, you've never wanted him this badly, this close before. You could feel the tip of him against your core, as you looked into Eobard's eyes you saw he was looking for confirmation that everything he was doing was ok. You nodded and he slowly pushed into you.

You could feel him fill you perfectly, slowly stretching and adjusting around him. Once he was fully inserted, he began to rock his hips and god did he feel good. He gradually picked up the pace, and not long after he started was he slamming into you, gripping at your thighs and shoving his face into your neck to moan.

Neither of you were going to last long like this, as you were reaching the edge you clenched around him and he gasped. "Oh, do that again it felt so good!" You clenched around him again, and he began mewling at the sensation of your muscles gripping him like a vice. A couple more minutes like this and you were both so, so close. You clenched around him once more and he curled around you, his hips erratically bucking into you, and the feeling of his warm seed spilling into you was all you needed to cum.

In a flash, you were all cleaned up and buzzing all over, dressed in your comfiest pajamas as Eobard emerged from the bathroom in a loose shirt and joggers.

"So, are we hiding this or?" you asked, wondering if he wouldn't want to talk about this to the others. "Absolutely not. I want to show you off as the best score I've ever gotten in my whole criminal career." Yeah, about that. You were kind of 'kidnapped' by him from the Legends. You'd have to explain your 'escape' sometime.

[roguelov]

WARNING: SMUT

Note: Also my first one. Sooo yeah. Anyway thanks to the anon for this idea!

PART 1, PART 3  

Having Harrison this close was distracting. All your focus was on him. On his lips that grazed your neck. On his breath that tickled. On his hands that gripped your hips. On his warmth. Overall, on his presence. You drowned in it. You closed your eyes leaning into his touch.

“So?” He pulled away. “Do we have a deal?”

Opening your eyes, you saw those enchanting blue eyes. Those eyes that held dark desires. Those eyes that wanted to be your undoing. You didn’t need to debate. You breathed out, “Yes.”

He smirked. Glancing down at your lips, he dove in. Captured you. Devoured you. His hands slide up your body to your neck. He held you as if you would disappear. Fade out of existence. You wouldn’t. You wanted this. Your hands clutched his shirt pulling him closer. You grip demanding. You feared that this was a dream and that he would run away at any moment. He wouldn’t. No, never. He wanted it just as much as you. He wanted to finally show you what you mean to him.

Pulling away breathless, Harrison started kissing down your neck. Sucking and nipping. You bit your lip trying to hold back those outrageous noises desperate to crawl out. Harrison noticed. He whispered in your ear, “Don’t hold back. I want to hear my name on your lips.”

Harrison nipped your neck. Harder. You moaned, “Harrison.”

He switched sides giving it just as much attention. “Eobard,” he mumbled into your neck. “My real name is Eobard.”

You didn’t think. Only reacted. “Eobard,” you moaned.

That did something to him. Harr – wait – Eobard. Eobard pulled back. His eyes full of hunger. Lust. He growled, “Say my name again.”

Your heart skipped a beat. His dominance was definitely turning you on. Swallowing, you whispered, “Eobard.”

He smiled deviously before capturing your lips again. You threw your arms around his neck. Playing with the ends of his hair. His hands continued to travel up and down your body. Mapping every inch, every curve. When one of his hands began to lift your leg, you got the message and jumped. Your legs latched around his waist as his hand cupped your bottom. Your back slammed against the wall but you didn’t care. Your focus was on Eobard. On his touch. On his delicious lips. Breaking apart, you started giving Eobard the same treatment he gave you. Kissing, nipping, and sucking on his neck. He groaned as his grip tightened.

“(Y/N),” he moaned.

Oh. My. God.

You wanted to have that on record to play over and over. You shivered in delight. Hearing him moan your name was everything, but you craved more. Needed more. Eobard seemed to understand because immediately you were on your bed. Your back pressed against the mattress with Eobard hovering over you.

He smirked down at you. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this exact scenario,” he asked. He lowered himself. Further and further south. His face inches above your core. His hot breath and the anticipation nearly killed you. You bit your lip and clutched the sheets. Waiting. Wanting. Please, just rip off my underwear already. But then he changed course moving back up. Teasing you. Torturing you. He slowly lifted your oversized shirt leaving a trail of kisses. Between each kiss, he said, “How many times I wanted to do this? … To see your lovely body? … To hear what beautiful noises I can elicit from you?”

Your heart fluttered at his words. You whispered, “Eobard.”

“Ah, there it is. I wonder what other sounds I can get from you.” With your shirt at your breasts, you sat up freeing yourself from one less article of clothing. Eobard smirked seeing your bare breasts. “It’s as if you were expecting me. No bra. No pants.”

Your cheeks warmed as your embarrassment rose. “What? No. I just took a shower and I’m home alone so why would I –“

He chuckled cutting you off. “You’re cute when you blush.” Your face grew hotter as you glanced away. “Ah, now don’t go and be so bashful now. There are things I am dying to do to you.”

Cupping your face, he planted a kiss on your lips. His tongued grazed asking your entrance. You gladly let him in. Carefully, he laid you back down and broke the kiss. Giving you a smirk, he kissed down your neck to your breasts. He sucked on your nipple. His teeth grazing it. His free hand massaged the other. Each one getting attention. You arched your back humming in delight. The he switched breasts causing you to moan. Slowly, he let his hand fall from your breast tracing down your body. Down to your more pleading section. Pushing your panties down, he dipped a finger into your wet folds.

You reacted instantly. Gasping. Latching onto him. Eobard smiled at your reaction. He stroked you again. Slower. More teasingly. Your hands clutched his back. Digging into his shirt. Your back arched as your eyes fluttered close. You tried to resist the urged to rub your legs together. Desperate for more friction.

“Eobard,” you whined.

He chuckled. “Yes, my love?” Another teasing stroke.

Opening your eyes, you glared at him. He was being infuriating. His blue eyes sparkled with you pinned under him begging for his touch. No. Not in my house. You phased away and pinned Eobard now. You sat at his hips with your hands sprawled against his chest. Smirking, you grabbed his shirt and phased it off of his body. Tossing it aside to where you shirt laid. Now, you were both in the same amount of clothing. Sort of. You raked your hands up and down his chest as you licked your lips.

“Now, this was another fantasy mine, although, I never expected it to happen so soon,” he said with that damn twinkle in his eyes. His hands grasped your hips. How the fuck am I still blushing? You chastised yourself for being so affected by his words. “But like I said.” In seconds, you were pinned again however your panties were off. “This is all about you. Me showing my love to you.”

Eobard lowered his face to your core. For a second time. His breathing teased your aches. His eyes flickered up to you to find you with lust filled eyes, heavy breathing, and your mouth parted slightly in anticipation. He smirked. God, I need that as a picture, he thought. So beautiful. Then he finally dove in. His tongue swift and precise. You moaned and latched your hands into his hair. You bucked your hips, but Eobard’s grip kept you in place. Uh, I never imagined this would happen. And damn I could never imagine it feeling this good. You continued to moan and utter his name. Each time becoming louder and more inhumane. He moved up slightly to your sensitive bundle. Allowing room to add his fingers. Oh, his delicious fingers. Pumping in and out. He attacked from both fronts.

Yet, you needed more. Desperate for more. Desperate for one thing in particular.

“Eobard, please,” you begged.

He chuckled against you. You didn’t need to ask twice. He did what you wished. His fingered vibrated inside of you. You squeezed his hair as you let your head fall back against the pillow. Your eyes shut as the feeling build inside you. Nearing your end. Your breathing heavy. Eobard never slowed down. Only increased. You wondered how much longer you could last. Then Eobard hummed. His tongued started to vibrate as well.

“Yes! Eobard!”

His fingers deep inside of you vibrated while his tongue vibrated on your weak spot. You didn’t have time to warn him. You simply snapped. Falling down from your high. Eobard took it in strides and finished you off. Lapping you up. Letting you ride your high. Sitting up, Eobard licked his lips with a wicked smirk plastered on his lips.

Holy fuck. That’s hot.

He leaned down and kissed you. He and you swirled on your tongue. Pulling away, his eyes gleamed with delight. He cupped your face tracing your cheek with his thumb. “So beautiful,” he whispered looking directly into your eyes.

“Eobard,” you said.

“Yes, my love.”

You grabbed both sides of his face. Staring deeply into his eyes. “If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to be very angry.”

He laughed. “Really,” he asked tilting his head. It looked innocent. But you knew his true intentions. He lowered himself onto your pleading section. His arousal evident. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“How badly?” He hummed rocking his hips once.

“Badly.”

“I’m not sure if I believe you.”

You glared at him. Again with the teasing. Fine. If that’s how we’re doing it. Calming your racing heart, you pushed down your insecurities. Damn this man. I’ll show him that I can be dominating. That I can tease him just as badly. Pushing onto your forearms, then to sitting, you forced Eobard onto his back. You phased away his pant leaving on his boxers. You crawled up him and straddled his waist. Smirking down at him, you lowered yourself and rocked your hips. He immediately reacted. His hand latched onto your hips as a deep hum rumbled in his chest. You held your tongue. Trying to battle against your own needs. You rocked your hips again. Continuously making friction.

“(Y/N),” Eobard moaned.

Again those sweet noises was music to your ears. But you wanted to hear something specifically. Eobard had you begging now you wanted him to beg. Beg for your touch.

“Yes, my love,” you cheekily recited back at him. “Is there something you want?”

Eobard glared at you but a small smile danced on his lips. Electricity crackled in the air. He was about to move when you scolded him, “Ah, ah, no you don’t.” You phased away. Both invisible and intangible. Your touch gone. “If you want something from me you’re going to need to beg for it,” your voice bounced around the room. “What will it be?”

Eobard’s eyes searched around the room. You appeared back. Straddling his hips. Your hands raked up and down his chest. “So?” You rocked your hips once.

Eobard visibly swallowed. “(Y/N).”

“Yes?”

“Please,” he murmured.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that.”

He growled. “Please.”

“Well if you insist.”

You phased off his boxer’s. His member sprung free which teased your entrance. Position yourself, you lowered down. His hard member stretched inside of you. You sat for a second getting used to his size.

“Look at you about to ride me,” he purred. “So hot.”

“Shut up,” you hissed.

He chuckled. “I always knew you were a little minx. Not as innocent as you make everyone believe.”

Instead of answering, you started moving up and down. Which shut him up. Eobard’s hand never left your hips. Guiding you. He meet your pumping with his own upward thrusts. You threw your head back letting ecstasy build. Both of you made such impure noises. Both of you loving every second. Your orgasm building and building. Yet, your legs grew tried. Seeing you slowing down, Eobard took over. Flinging you into your back caging you underneath him, he fucked you senseless. His speed a wonderful addition. Thrusting you nonstop. You dug your nails into his back. Your orgasm nearing its end.

“Eobard,” you whined. “I’m close.”

“I know. I know, me too,” he said through clenched teeth. “Just wait.”

Oh, now, that would be a problem. You tried to distract your mind. Biting your lip. Digging your nails in. But, his power! His force! Your mind could only focus on his rapid pumping, on how close you were. You just wanted to be undone by this man already.

“Eobard,” you whined again.

More forceful thrusts.

“Now.”

Both of you crashed down together. Both of you riding your shared highs. You stared into each other’s eyes breathing heavy with wide smiles on your faces. He rolled off of you and pulled you close to him. Your back against his chest while his muscular arms encased you. He peppered neck with little kisses. You stayed that way for a while. Simply loving the warmth radiating off of him. Loving the way you fit perfectly against his body. Loving the way his heart beat.

He finally broke the silence. “So, what will you do?”

“Meaning will I expose you?”

“I think expose is not that word I would use per say, but yes. Will you?”

You chuckled. “No. I won’t do anything.”

“Really?”

You twisted around in his arms. Facing him directly. You gently placed a hand on his cheek. He immediately sighed at your touch. “Yes, I’ll keep your secret. I don’t know what the future will bring us. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. Right now, I just want to stay here in your arms. Stay with you forever how long I can.”

He smiled genuinely. He stole a kiss. Although, you were glad to give it away. “You, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), are amazing.”

“I know.”

[atommadly]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | EoWells x Reader

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

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

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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Kinktober 2021

Armitage Hux X Male Reader X Kylo Ren

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Eobard Thawne X Gender Neutral Reader

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Eric Coulter X Gender Neutral Reader

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Alexsandr Kallus X Male Reader X Mitth'raw'nuruodo

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Maul X Gender Neutral Reader X Savage

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The Swedes X AFAB Reader

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Mitth'raw'nuruodo X Male Reader

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Henry King Sr X Gender Neutral Reader

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Kinktober 2022

October 1st, Clothed Sex with Douglas Davenport

Pronouns: None mentioned, Marcus calls the Reader ‘Dad’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Reader is a step/adoptive-dad to Marcus, sex, mentions of cum, grinding, allusions to Douglas’ evil activities, nothing is proof-read Summary: Just a normal Friday with the smaller Davenport family, you bring Douglas some snacks and find him stuck in thought. You both decide you have ample time to yourselves.

October 3rd, Sex Pollen with Pavel Chekov

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, hinted Kirk/Spock and Chapel/Uhura, sex pollen enhances arousal and attraction but no fuck or die, allusions to bad wig Chekov, focus on how cute the Russian is, top reader, bottom Chekov, mentions of Chekov’s love for Russia Summary: The away team gets separated and the Captain orders for exploration in the meantime. Chekov and yourself wander across some strange plants that cause some interesting side effects.

October 5th, Mind Control/Dub/Non-Con with Tom Riddle

Pronouns: None mentioned except in summary Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Dubious consent, non-con vibes, mind control, drugging, Viagra potion, Tom Riddle being Voldemort in the early days, oral sex, anal sex, bottom reader, multiple orgasms, hopeful open ending, not proof read Summary: Tom Riddle met a nice boy at Hogwarts. One he couldn’t let get away. He keeps him away from his work and uses him as he sees fit.

October 7th, Generating Warmth with Leonard McCoy

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Non-established relationship, but they’re in love, stranded together, stuck in a cave, McCoy calls the reader “kid,” but he calls lots of people that, riding, hand-job, standard McCoy snark, long set up Summary: When Spock’s away team get stranded a second team is sent to locate them when the ship’s sensors fail. As a part of the rescue team, yourself and Doctor McCoy happen across a cave that needs investigating. A spontaneous collapse of the entrance leaves you both stuck in a freezing cave with limited sources of heat. You have to find a way to stay warm.

October 9th, Toys with Simon

Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ in dialogue Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Toys, grinding, Simon hates dildos and thinks he’s too good for toys, mentions of Negan loving his wives, anal plug, handcuffs, prostate massage, rough sex, both of them are switches but Simon’s more of a top, Negan needs his Lieutenants to loosen up, asexual author that had to do a lot of fic reading to figure out how toys work Summary: On a run with Negan, the Saviors happen across a sex shop and bring home the lot. Being Negan’s right hand, Simon and his S/O get first pick.

October 11th, Cockwarming with Rumpelstiltskin

Pronouns: None mentioned; Reader referred to as ‘Da’ by Baelfire Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, Tooth Rotting Fluff Warnings: Pre-Dark One Rumple, wholesome father with anxiety, Reader is a Stepdad to Baelfire, mentions/depiction of minor injury, fluff in the beginning, smut is brief and fluffy, top Reader, bottom Rumple, I proof read nothing Summary: A domestic life with Rumplestiltskin before his time as the Dark One. You are the comfort he needs, especially on cold nights.

October 13th, Somnophilia/Waking Up with Edward Nashton

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.

October 15th, Mating Cycles/In Heat with Spock

Pronouns: None mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Pon Farr, Spock having an animalistic drive, multiple orgasms, () used for custom name and rank, verbal consent is sexy, top Spock, bottom, Reader Summary: Spock has been careful to keep track of his Pon Farr, but it still snuck up on him before you could have your first time as a couple. Now Spock has to ask something very intimate of you.

October 17th, Power Imbalance with Mirror Kirk

Pronouns: He/Him, Reader is referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Mirrorverse runs on sex and blood, Mirror Kirk is mean, switch Reader, sub Reader, dom Mirror Kirk, references to Reader giving oral but it doesn’t happen, hand job, sex as a threat, sex a discipline, mentions of execution and torture, use of the pet name “good boy,” mentions of prior sex partner and Reader, mentions of Reader’s time at the academy, inexperienced Reader, dirty talk, handjob, mentions of grinding, sex Summary: As a Commander aboard the ISS Enterprise you get the occasional privilege of sitting in the Captain’s chair. When the Captain comes to relieve the Beta shift he keeps you behind for some fun, but things don’t go quite how he planned.

Tropesgiving 2022

Wrong Door: The Master X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 1: Enemies to Lovers Pronouns: He/Him Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Canon typical violence, double meaning/implied future intimacy, background Yaz/Doctor, Dhawan Master Summary: The Doctor responds to a distress signal and meets an unexpected enemy with the intention of hurting her and the fam. When everyone’s plans are ruined, a certain Timelord has to improvise.

Pelt: Snotlout Jorgenson X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 2: One Bed Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G/Fluff Warnings: Snotlout the flirt, the twins fight, written with a male reader in mind - but it’s never stated Summary: When someone forgets to bring enough blankets for the no-dragon training trip the group ends up having to share the few they do have.

Those Blue Eyes: Leonard McCoy X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 3: Evil Twins Pronouns: He/Him, use of boyfriend, reader called ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Canon typical violence, flirty mirror counterparts, mentions of surgery and death Summary: A mirrored version of Doctor McCoy is on the Enterprise and you have him at phaser point, but things are much more complicated than they seem.

The Prince: Armitage Hux X Male Reader

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 4: Arranged Marriage Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘prince’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Foundation of a queer platonic relationship, marriage for politics, aroace Hux and Reader, asexual bonding, sex/romance repulsion Summary: The First Order needs a strong alliance to beat the Resistance out of your system. Your government agrees, so long as there is a strong tie between the two governments. Armitage Hux receives an order from Supreme Leader Snoke himself.

Free Comics: Stuart Bloom X Male Reader X Barry Kripke

Prompt: Tropesgiving Day 5: Love Triangle Pronouns: He/Him, reader called ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Moderate Themes Warnings: Barry is an asshole, Stuart stares a lot, Reader enjoys Silver Age DC, mentions/hints towards sex, hint of poly ending, Captain Sweatpants being a good guy Summary: Stuart and Barry are both flirty towards you, but when Barry finds out someone else is flirting with you he feels the need to do something about it. You have no problem laying out their options for them.

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.

12 Days of AU 2022

Dragons Know Things: Viggo Grimborn X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Soulmate Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Viking typical violence, minor injuries, hunters are hunters, Reader is an older dragon rider Summary: Shot down during a storm by the dragon hunters, you meet their leader.

The Death Knights: Severus Snape X Male Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Royalty Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader is called ‘sir’ as in the knightly title and acts as a traditionally masculine knight Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Mentions of death and war, arranged marriage, Voldemort still looks human, Snape is still a spy Summary: King Dumbledore’s precious school has fallen to the Dark King Voldemort’s forces, now they celebrate that victory.

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.

Necromancer: Milton Mamet X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Magic Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Zombies Warnings: Mentions of death and zombies, use of ‘biters’ instead of 'walkers’ Summary: When science fails, magic is needed to learn more about the dead.

Navyman: Malcolm Reed X Male Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Modern Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boyfriend’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: G Warnings: Malcolm’s family is clueless, aquaphobia, mentions of scary/life threatening conditions at sea Summary: In modern times, Malcolm Reed didn’t have any Starfleet to join and is pressured into the Navy despite his fear. His family is proud, but knows nothing about his phobia so you have to help him through it during a storytelling session.

Traditions: Montgomery Scott X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Holiday Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Alcohol Warnings: Multiple holiday celebration, Scotty’s tree has to be perfect, mentions of scotch, holidays/faiths mentioned specifically: Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Yule, and Christmas, author celebrates Yule and did research for other holidays Summary: When the holiday season rolls around the Enterprise has an annual party, limited to one night due to the dangers of space. Scotty and the Operations division are in charge of decorations for all of the holidays and it’s time to set up.

Fictober 2023

Street Urchin: Dutch Van der Linde X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 1, Age Play Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘son’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Age play, role play, begging, slight pain/rough handling, anal fingering, anal sex, prostate massage, biting, neck kissing, dirty talk, teasing Summary: Dutch suggested you pretend to be one of those young street boys while in Saint Denis so he can teach you a lesson.

Big, Not Dumb: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 2, Compliments Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Language Warnings: Referenced bullying, referenced crime, fluff, comfort, kisses, cuddling, bashful Bill, use of Bill’s birth name Summary: You get back to camp to find Bill in a bad mood, that simply will not do.

Annoying: John Marston X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 3, Hate Sex Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Hate sex, anal fingering, anal sex, prostate massage, dirty talk, teasing, mentions of John’s situation with Abigail and Jack, Reader is an asshole, pre-Blackwater, violence, punching Summary: You’ve been sent on a scouting excursion with John to find a good spot closer to Blackwater, John is annoying through the whole ride.

Never Again: Kieran Duffy X Bill Williamson

Fictober Prompt: Day 4, Hurt/Comfort Pairing Type: M/M Rating: T/Language, References to sex Warnings: Referenced/Implied forced prostitution, trauma, mentions of past torture, the tongs, Dutch is an asshole, soft Bill Williamson, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, protective bahavior, hugs, internalized homophobia, Bill is at war with himself Summary: Kieran finds himself forced into something he doesn’t want to do in order to make money for camp, Bill is there to keep that from happening.

Little O’Driscoll Dog: Micah Bell X Kieran Duffy

Fictober Prompt: Day 5, Collaring Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Smut, fluff, tooth rotting?, repressed Micah Bell, kinky Kieran Duffy, admittance of feelings, established relationship, slow sex, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, marking, protectiveness, possessiveness, top Micah and bottom Kieran Summary: Micah and Kieran spend their first night in a hotel room, giving them both the opportunity to admit things.

Sit Still: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 6, Dubcon/Frottage Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Slight dubcon, frottage, sex with clothes on, grinding, kissing, neck kissing, marking, low honor Arthur Morgan, dominate Arthur and submissive Reader, sleeping, slight cuddling Summary: With the whole camp noticing Arthur’s darker turn recently, Dutch sent you out to keep an eye on him.

Helping and Teaching: Colm O’Driscoll X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 7, Virginity Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB, Mention of chest hair Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Colm O’Driscoll has a virginity kink big time, Reader is an O’Driscoll, praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, proposition, kissing, grinding, clothed dominant/naked submissive, anal fingering, anal sex, top Colm/bottom Reader, gentle Colm for once Summary: While out on a job with the other O’Driscoll boys, you let slip that you’re a virgin. When this news gets back to Colm, his interest is piqued.

Not a Drop: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 8, Breeding Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Passing mention of having a kid (but not really talking about it, just dirty talk), Micah being a needy bottom, Reader is confused but supportive of Micah’s breeding kink, multiple orgasms, playing with hair, cuddling, cockwarming, breeding, anal fingering, anal sex, dirty talk, top Reader and bottom Micah Summary: Micah has a bit of a surprising request, he wants to be filled like he’s being bred.

The Map: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 9, Kisses Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/References to sex Warnings: Kisses, fluff, light bickering, spoiling Brown Jack of course, use of Bill’s birth name, established relationship, implied future sex, slight appreciation of Bill’s thighs Summary: Lost in a new area when trying to find a new town, you have a sweet moment with Bill.

Sweet: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 10, Praise Kink Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kisses, fluff, smut, outdoor sex, praise kink, self anal fingering, anal sex, top Reader and bottom Kieran, statements of love, established relationship Summary: A moment away from camp in which you notice Kieran reacts rather pleasantly to being praised.

Lesson: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 11, Humiliation Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kisses, smut, outdoor sex, long term humiliation, anal fingering, anal sex, top Reader and bottom Micah, established relationship, jealousy, rough sex Summary: When Micah gets too close with Dutch, you feel the need to remind him of something.

Wake The Bear: Bill Williamson X Micah Bell

Fictober Prompt: Day 12, Somnophillia Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Smut, sleep sex, slightly dubious consent, insomniac Micah, thicc (™) Bill, clingy Bill, established relationship, kissing, marking, possessiveness, top Micah and bottom Bill Summary: Stuck in Bill’s bear-like cuddles, Micah comes across something to entertain himself.

Trustworthy: Arthur Morgan X Albert Mason

Fictober Prompt: Day 13, Cuckolding Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Smut, established relationship (Arthur/Albert), fluff, kink negotiation, domestic themes, soft sex, gentle sex, masturbation, exhibitionism, cuckolding, kisses, oral sex, blow jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, cuddling, fantasies come to life, top Charles and bottom Albert with viewing Arthur. Summary: Arthur finds himself thinking of a new dirty fantasy and he is lucky enough to have a sweetheart and friend that are willing to help him fulfill it.

Training The Workhorse: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 14, Orgasm Denial Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Arthur being needy, orgasm denial, kissing, anal fingering, oral sex, blow jobs, rimming, teasing, top Reader and bottom Arthur Summary: Arthur has been overly needy, so you give him just enough attention to ensure he listens.

Rebound: Dutch Van der Linde X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 15, Noncon/Rape Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ and holds a generally masculine mindset given the circumstances Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Rape, grief, drinking, mentions of Annabelle’s death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, hints of victim blaming because Dutch is an ass, threats, semi-public sex, hand jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, marking, neck kissing, slight cum fixation, vomiting, crying, Dutch is such a bad person in this one dude, shifting perspective Summary: After losing someone he loves, Dutch drinks to forget and gets an idea in his drunken mind when he spots a man he likes the look of.

Flipped: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader X Kieran Duffy

Fictober Prompt: Day 16, Gentle threesome, Double penetration Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ and ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: threesome, rimming, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, double penetration, fluff, smut, guys being dudes Summary: Sean’s big mouth ends up with you taking both he and Kieran at the same time.

Dare: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 17, Multi Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘fella’ and ‘man’, heavy masculine implication Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: (have you ever been in a men’s locker room and things got a little weird), smut, background relationships, masturbation, hand jobs, kissing, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, facial, cum swallowing, Micah being an asshole, flirting, casual sex, everyone is gay but especially Bill Summary: Drunk Sean wanting to get off prompts a dare to jerk off and last longer than anyone else at the fire. Gay chaos of a sort ensues.

Bruises: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 18, Spanking Pronouns: None Mentioned, masculine implication Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: M/Mild sexual themes Warnings: Mentions of violence and injuries sustained, marking, spanking, bruising, fantasizing, masturbation, anal fingering, cuddling, kissing, aftercare, sex put off in favor of cuddling Summary: Arthur loves being put over your knee but this is the longest you’ve been apart.

At His Lowest: Dutch Van der Linde X Micah Bell

Fictober Prompt: Day 19, Exhibitionism Pairing Type: M/M Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Exhibitionism, epilogue setting, power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, anal fingering, anal sex, bottom Micah/top Dutch, mentions of past grief, Dutch is not mentally healthy Summary: Now that Dutch has reunited with Micah, he has an opportunity he should have taken years ago.

Needy Firsts: Sean MacGuire X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 20, Rimming Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kissing, established relationship, begging, Sean is loud, rimming, first time rimming, mentions of prior sex, slight aftercare Summary: After a few days without much alone time you decide to do something with Sean that you haven’t done before.

Sweet Blood: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 21, Blood/Murder Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut, violence Warnings: Appreciation of Bill’s size, kissing, gunfight, blood, murder, oral sex, blow job, hint of anal fingering, mentions of bathing together, goofy fluff, Bill is clumsy Summary: After a shootout Bill gets a little show that he enjoys more than he might expect.

Thickness: Bill Williamson X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 22, Intercrural Sex Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Prior failed sex with injury, mention of blood, a lesson in lubrication, Bill’s thighs getting the attention they deserve, intercrural sex, prepping, aftercare, kissing, hand job, soft sex, fluff Summary: After a painful failed attempt at typical intimacy, Bill has an idea that won’t worsen his injury.

Practice Makes Perfect: Abe X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 23, First Time Deepthroating Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Fluff, oral sex, blow job, deepthroating, cum swallowing, domestic-ish, established relationship Summary: After a lot of practice, Abe finally manages to get you down into his throat.

Slow: Kieran Duffy X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 24, Sounding Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Fluff, careful sex, sounding, safe sex for the time period, the fence has a spicy inventory you know he does, communication Summary: A new toy from the fence means testing it out with caution.

End: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 25, Crying Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence, language Warnings: Angst, crying, betrayal, Reader doesn’t take Micah’s side, violence, guns, shootout, drinking, Micah doesn’t know how to do emotions, Baylock is a good horse, extreme coping mechanisms Summary: The end of the gang, everything is going Micah’s way. There’s just one little snag that Micah doesn’t know how to handle, something he didn’t know how to account for.

A Dynamic: Dutch Van der Linde X Arthur Morgan

Fictober Prompt: Day 26, Grooming Pairing Type: M/M Rating: M/Grooming, references to sex Warnings: Underage, dead dove, grooming, dark themes, Dutch’s mind is a wasteland, bad father Dutch, groping, head kissing, cuddling, affection Summary: Dutch doesn’t think what he does with Arthur is all that wrong. A/N: Goes without saying this is your extra dead dove warning. This is an interesting dynamic I had read a few fics on and I wanted to explore Dutch’s odd interest in ‘younger women’ that he has in the game. It’s short because it’s gross.

Messed Up: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 27, S&M Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘sir’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: E/Smut, blood Warnings: Rough sex, rough masturbation, anal fingering, sex toys, anal plug, knife play, blood, marking, dom/sub, bottom Micah and top Reader, aftercare, cuddling, choking, asphyxiation, blacking out, passing out  Summary: After misbehaving before, Micah gets a well loved punishment.

Well Behaved: Colm O’Driscoll X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 28, Daddy Kink Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: M/References to sex Warnings: Colm being sweet, cuddling by a fire, blankets, soft behavior, daddy kink, neck kissing, sensual touching, cozy setting, I wrote this in thirty degree weather because cold Summary: A warm night by the fire with Colm.

Squeeze: Charles Smith X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 29, Breathplay Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Choking, anal fingering, anal sex, cockwarming, kissing, neck kissing, slight aftercare of sorts, birthday presents, fluff, Charles being extra pretty, established relationship, bottom Charles and top Reader Summary: Charles gets everything he wants for his birthday.

Misadventures: Micah Bell X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 30, Failed Date Pronouns: None Mentioned, Reader referred to as ‘man’ Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Language, mention of injury Warnings: Fluff, romance, date, picnic, kissing, mention of violence and injury, Micah trying his best Summary: Micah plans a date to make up for being a bad sweetheart, only for things to turn on him all at once.

Boys’ Night: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 31, Orgy Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Orgy, threesomes, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, oral sex, blow jobs, rough sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Sean’s drunken mind, marking, viagra-esc tonics, almost everyone is passed around to everyone else, Reader takes both top and bottom roles Summary: Sean has an idea that leads most of the boys in the gang to a damn fun time.

[elfwoodfae]

Eowells x og Eobard x reader.

Warnings: toxic Eo, smut, threesome, double penetration. Also, this is completely consensual, it’s reassured through the fic that they can stop any moment if any of them wants to.

Eobard sighed for the tenth time since the argument had started again, it had been like this since you both had made it to the future. Things seemed a little too tense in between you both; it was always the same argument, the same fight and he could tell you were getting tired of it too. Since finding out about him, finding out what he had to do to survive, you had always expressed interest in knowing what his real body looked like, you wanted to know the real him, but he had never allowed you to. Never said any details about himself. He was too stubborn to do it, specially since there was no winning for him in doing so, if he showed you what he really looked like and you liked his original body more you would still be stuck with Harrison’s body, but if you liked Harrison’s more than the original it would feel like a blow to his pride, even if he would never say it out loud.

He took in a breath, seeing you there standing with your arms crossed in front of you, the frustration radiating off of you, your eyes squinted in his direction, the tension in the air was not helping him see straight. He decided to do what he did best when neither of you could see eye to eye, leave and give you space to cool off, even after years of being married it was still hard to get to an agreement once you both had reached this level of frustration. He left through the window in a fit of red lighting, speeding through the city, trying to calm himself but he was just so tired of this constant argument that seemed to follow him week by week, that he ran, ran so fast until he saw a speed portal opening and swallowing him before he could slow down.

He had traveled to the future; everything seemed fairy equal but after looking around he noticed the year, he had traveled one year ahead. He should have turned around and speeded back to his time, but curiosity got the better of him, making him speed through the city to the house you both shared, looking for you and seeing how things were between you both. He knew he shouldn’t know this much about his own future, knowing how fragile something like time was but he couldn’t help himself.

Once outside he looked through the window, he saw you, walking inside, all doll up and looking as beautiful as ever, but what he saw next made his blood boil. Walking behind you and rubbing his hands up your legs was a stranger, a man he had never seen before. It was clear he wasn’t in the picture and he hated the second he saw you close your eyes and sigh when the man’s hands ran higher up. He closed his eyes before speeding back and creating a portal, it seemed he wouldn’t be with you for much longer if he didn’t change a few things. He made a split second decision as he entered the portal, speeding through time with a goal on mind. He would make sure you were bound to him for life.

He made it back to the house, noticing you were now seemingly more relaxed, but he was even angrier than before. He saw you there, sitting on the couch with a big shirt on and the image of that idiots hands up your body flashed through his mind, infuriating him even more. He flashed to you, grabbing you roughly and speeding you to the bedroom, his hand roughly cradling your face, making enough pressure to show who was in charge but without hurting you. His eyes were like fire, blue oceans with red lightning storming in it, his face adorned with a scowl as he pushed you closer to himself. An animalistic growl escaped his lips before he collided his lips to yours, connecting them in an angry kiss, putting all his rage and fury into it.

His hand found the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair hard enough to make you whine in pain. His other hand traveled up your leg under your shirt, grabbing it forcefully, taking it off of you. His mouth found your neck, biting and nipping at the skin as his hand grabbed your butt cheek, squeezing as a moan escaped you. You could feel the anger coming off of him, this was a different kind of mad, he was furious, possessive, you had no idea what had happened to make him this mad after he left, but still you felt safe in his arms, knowing the moment you wanted to stop he would stop just by you asking him to.

His hand came to your cheek, cradling in roughly once again as his finger squeezed your lips, moving your face up to look at him.

“You are mine y/n.” He growled, squeezing his hand just lightly to make his point clear while his other hand moved down your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and feeling the wetness that had pooled in between your legs.

You moaned in response, trying to grab his shoulders and get him off the suit he was still wearing. He phased out of it, before turning you around and standing behind you, his hand squeezing the softness of your breast as he made you look to the door before whispering in your ear.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, if you want another man, I can be another man. I will give you what you want so bad.” He angrily growled in your ear while grinding his hips agains the crevice of your ass.

Your eyes widened as you saw what he referred to; there, cradle in the same suit was another speedster, or a copy of Eobard, but when he stopped vibrating himself and pulled his cowl down, your eyes connected and you saw that this man, was a completely different one. His hair was blonde, his eyes where still blue, but a different kind of blue, almost kinder than your Eobard. His body was the same height but a little more wide and full. He was still a sight to behold.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. His eyes took you in form, as his other half, the one wearing Wells’ skin, his words echoing through his mind, the other one had said how there was someone, someone who held their hearts and if they didn’t act fast they would loose her. He had never met her, but he could see the urgency on his other version’s eyes. He knew this version of himself in a different body was from much farther up in the timeline, somehow the way this other him had talked about you made him see that perhaps there was hope for him, that everything he had done would be worth it in the future.

He moved closer, his hand softly touching your cheek, feeling your skin as he closed his eyes, a shocking contrast from how rough his other half was being. Your eyes trained on his face, looking up at him full of adoration. He was beautiful to you, he was yours. His cheeks, his lips, his chin, everything about him was hypnotizing. You saw him opening his eyes, looking directly at yours, your hand softly touching his face, feeling the shadow of a beard.

He looked up to Wells, their eyes connecting and you felt him nod behind you, giving him some kind of confirmation. He brought his hands up your face, moving them to the back of your neck before lowering himself and connecting your lips to his. They were rougher than Wells but his kiss ignited a fire within you, making you throb around Wells fingers. You felt him smirk on your neck, lifting his mouth enough speak.

“She likes it.” He said, a smirk on his face as he took his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

This comment made Eobard growl into the kiss, his hand trailing down your body, squeezing your waist before moving to your ass, squeezing the flesh there.

“How are we doing this.” he practically growled, his eyes moving momentarily to his others face.

They looked at each other in a way that represented they had gotten to an agreement without needing to utter a word. Wells hand started trailing down your stomach again, tangling in the elastic of your underwear before pulling it down, leaving you completely naked in between both of them. His hands moved lower, his finger moving in between your folds, vibrating once they connected with your clit, making you throw you’re head back into his shoulder, a moan escaping you as your hands gripped Eobard’s shoulders.

Eobard’s fingers kept trailing around the curve of your ass, dipping lower until they found your opening. He circled a finger around it, applying pressure and testing the waters. He felt you stiffen a little at the contact, giving him the feeling you had never done this before, the sole idea of having you this way for the first time made his pants tighten. He felt Wells giving something to him, a bottle of lube. He opened it, pouring some on his fingers before moving them back to your entrance. His lips connecting to your neck, nipping at the skin, marking it and sucking on it enough to distract you from the finger he was beginning to push inside. He worked it slowly, inserting only the first half of it, thrusting it in and out until he could feel you relax around him. Once your body began to relax he pushed it further into the tightness of your ass, curling it slightly and pushing to the sides to start to stretch you out, he waited a moment before adding another finger, feeling how hot you felt around him, working his way into opening you up for his cock, he would need to get you stretch if he wanted it to fit comfortably inside.

Wells moved his own fingers over your clit, still applying vibrations but switching them to his thumb, allowing his other two fingers to move closer to your entrance. He ran them over your opening, teasing along side it until your wetness dripped down them. He pushed one inside, following the other close behind. You were so wet and hot around him, he could specially feel how tight it felt with both their fingers in each hole and he couldn’t imagine how tight it would feel when both their cocks were inside of you, just the idea made him groan in pleasure. His fingers worked their way deeper, curling and stimulating that spot inside of you that always made you moan and twist in pleasure. He felt you clench around him, your walls tightening around him the harder his finger moved over your clit and soon he could feel your legs shaking as his counter part grabbed one of your thighs to hold you in place while your orgasm hit you, making you arch your back further into Eobard’s fingers and your head connect with Wells shoulder.

Eobard phased himself out of his suit, and in a lighting storm they had switched places. Now he was behind you while Wells was in front of you. His hands moved under your thighs, grabbing them firmly before lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist while your back rested against Eobard’s chest. Eobard grabbed his cock, giving himself a few strokes, his lips connecting with the curve of your shoulder as he left a trail of kisses from your neck down your shoulder blades.

“Relax for me.” He whispered in your ear, while the tip of his cock pushed slowly against your hole. He felt you tense in his arms, he could hear you breathing out softly trying to relax yourself as he kissed your neck, trying to distract you from the discomfort of his member going inside of you. He gave you a few moments to relax after he was halfway through to push inside completely, sitting all the way in his teeth sank on your skin at the pleasure he felt being so tightly sitting within you.

He waited for Wells to make his move then, he worried how much your body could take both of them at the same time, reaffirming you that if you were in pain or you wanted to stop you just needed to say it. Wells hand grabbed the base of his cock, he moved it over your opening, against your lips, coating it with your wetness before he held your hips in place and started to push inside. Your eyes closed at the sensation it filled you with, the pressure and pleasure it brought you to have both of them inside at the same time. Wells had closed his eyes, his breath faltering at how tight it was to be inside of you. Making it almost impossible to move of how full they had you.

Eobard’s hands remained on your ass while Wells moved his to your thighs, keeping you in place while he began to thrust first, starting slowly and giving you time to adjust to the sensation, once Eobard felt you relax he began to move, matching Wells thrust, both of them going out and back in at the same time. They soon had you in a moaning mess, your head rested against Eobard’s shoulder while Wells kissed you, his tongue playing inside your mouth as his hips thrusted harder, making you moan and arch your back at the deep spot he had hit.

The faster he began to thrust, Wells could feel you tightening around him, making it even harder for Eobard to move, he was getting close and he could feel you and Wells getting closer too. He moved his fingers around you, moving them to the front of you and down your stomach, moving them over your bundle of nerves as he started to vibrate them. His fingers were thinker and rougher than Wells, they were taking you closer and closer to your orgasm, you could feel yourself contracting around their cocks, feeling so full you could barely breath. Eobard moved his mouth to your ear, bitting and nipping at your earlobe.

“Come for me y/n” he whispered before delivering a particularly hard thrust, making you lose it and come over them both. The feeling of your pussy tightening around him made Wells falter, his thrust becoming erratic as he made sure to push himself deep inside of you as he came. Eobard sped up his movements, moving his hips faster, gripping the skin of your ass hard enough to leave bruises, he grunted into your skin, feeling himself beginning to come, the flat of his tongue licking the sweat on your shoulder as he closed his eyes.

After a few seconds they both got out of you, Wells moved you to the bed, laying you down and moving next to your side, while Eobard moved to the other side. He shouldn’t stay long but he couldn’t help the warmth he felt near you. You curled on your side, facing Eobard, your hand over his chest while your head rested over his arm, you closed your eyes, smelling his scent and relaxing at having this moment with him. Wells didn’t mind, he watched from behind you, his hand resting on the curve of your waist, his eyes were unfocused as he looked at your both. The only thing he lamented was that the child he had put in you wouldn’t resemble his original form.

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Black Reader Rant

If I read another fic with "your face turned bright red/pink," "your face reddened," "your skin flushed with colour, "your pink lips," or any other fair-skinned/white reader descriptions, I think I'll actually stop reading fanfiction all together 😒

What truly annoys me is that these fics are SO DAMN GOOD! I hate when I can't reblog or like someone's work, especially when they deserve it. I hate having my heart drop every time I read x reader fics cuz I know that they wrote it with fair-skinned readers in mind. It sucks.

I try not to be one of those people who criticize everything but I’ve been reading these and letting them slide for YEARS. I’m sick of it.

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Ugh, I love this one! I read it years ago and was in need of some Harry smut, and it did NOT disappoint 🤤

Earth 2 Harrison Wells x Reader – Angry make up sex

Imagine having a really bad argument with Harry … and a really hot make up sex after that.

Note: I had this idea stuck in my head for quite a while now but I wasn’t sure how exactly I wanted to write it. Well, now I do. Something about angry Harry is just too hot to not write about it. Gif not mine.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT —

„Can you stop doing that noise?“ Harry grumbled with annoyance as he turned his head from the board filled with equations of some sort. „Well, I am sorry, I can’t weld the pieces together without making a bit of noise. By the way, weren’t you the one who asked me to make this device in the first place?“ „Then go do it somewhere else!“ This time he raised his voice as he slammed the desk. „Fine!“ You snapped back. „Maybe next time you can do it yourself, when my way sucks so much!“

„I am trying to do some real work here and you are being really annoying.“

„Real work. Seriously? This could help us with defeating Dr. Inferno, who is – if your forgot – trying to kill Barry and every single living being that stands in his way!“ „In case you forgot, Zoom still has my daughter and getting her back is the number one priority!“ „I didn’t forget, Harry. And if you didn’t notice, I’m doing everything I can to help you! But I can’t do that, if you keep acting like such a dick!“

Of course you understood his fear of losing his daughter, but that didn’t give him the right to yell at everyone around whenever something from his plan goes wrong.

„I’m really not in a mood for this, Y/N.“ He whispered in his deep husky voice as he came closer making you move backwards until you hit the door. „Great. Neither am I.“ You couldn’t deny that his beviour was scaring you a bit now but you had no intentions of letting him know.

It would take just few seconds and you would be out of there. Harry would cool down until the morning and you could talk about this like two responsible adults.

But that would be too easy.

Just when you tried to turn around, Harry cought your arm firmly and didn’t want to let go.

“Don’t you walk out on me like that.“

„W-Why? W-what would you possibly do, hm?“ You tried to keep your voice from shaking but you failed. Miserably.

„You will find out very soon.“ You noticed a slight smirk on his face as he pinned both of your hands up and started … kissing you. At first you struggled but his grip was too strong. He slipped one of his cold hands under your shirt and started teasing your now bare skin.

You were still mad at him, but god, he knew your body so well. He probably noticed that you stopped resisting so he skilfully unhooked your bra and took it off along with your shirt leaving you now topless.

Your hands were free for just a second so you tried to cover your chest but Harry was of a different opinion. „Who said you can do that?“ He growled as your hands ended up pinned up back again. His lips traced down your neck leaving small, hot kisses driving you insane.

„H-Harry, s-stop … w-what if someone-“ „Nobody’s here at this hour.“ He whispered and let go of your wrists just so he could pick you up and put your legs around his waist leaning you against the door. Screw it. You couldn’t resist him any longer. You tangled your fingers in his hair and this time, you were the one who iniciated the kiss. He kissed you back hungrily, sliding his tongue inside your mouth making you moan.

He hated to break the kiss, only allowing it for a few seconds so that you could take off his shirt.

Not even bothering with your skirt still on, he leaned closer to kiss you again, while tracing his hand down your waist and thigh. Pushing your panties aside, he inserted his finger inside you making you gasp. You were already wet so he inserted another and another finger easily.

You were already breathing heavily and your arms were now wrapped tight around his neck. ‘H-Harry, I-I’m fine, g-go on …“ That was all he needed to hear. He carried you onto the nearest desk, unzipped his pants exposing his rock-hard member. He inserted himself slowly inside you, taking his time not wanting to hurt you.

You nodded in agreement and he slowly started moving inside and out. It did hurt at first but the pain soon turned into pleasure and you started to move your hips against him.

You didn’t even have to say anything, he knew exactly what you wanted.

He thursted faster and deeper while he put you back into a passionate kiss making it even harder for you to breathe. He could feel your inside tightening around his lenght letting him know you’re close. „H-Harry, I-I’m gonna …“ „M-me too.“ You clung to him as he pounded into you both still exchanging increasingly hungry kisses. You came together, hard, him grunting into your neck and you screaming his name.

Finally, he stopped and pulled out letting you both catch some breath.

—Minutes after—

„I really hate arguing with you, Harry … next time you wanna make out, you can just tell me and we can skip the fighting whatsoever.“ You said with a smile trying to lighten the situation before. „Right.“ He smiled back and gave you a little kiss on the forehead. „I’m sorry … for what I said earlier, by the way.“ „It’s okay.“ You returned his kiss, this time on the cheek. „I said some not very pretty things as well so I guess we’re even.“

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you close into sweet embrace. „Ramon’s going to be so pissed when he finds out.“ Harry let out a slight laugh. „Ooh, no. If Cisco ever finds out that we made out in his workshop, on his desk, we’re both dead. So we better make sure he never finds out.“