#harrison harry wells

[buffyann23]

The Flash⚡: S03E13 "Attack on Gorilla City"

"He's talking through Wells. That's a... a thing?"

[stars-are-just-ghosts]

11. Kiss Me by Dermot Kennedy

1. Whump (physical)

Cisco gets whumped in the field. Barry rushes him back to star labs. Harry helplessly watches as Caitlin works to stop the bleeding. He keeps thinking that he's going to lose Cisco like he lost Tess. Cisco notices that Harry is panicking, and decides to distract him. So he asks Harry to kiss him. Harry doesn't need to be told twice (lol). As they kiss, Cisco holds Harry's face with his right hand. Harry grabs it, and holds it with both his hands and doesn't let go until Cisco gets the all clear, and Harry can take him home.

Here you go! Sorry this took so long to write, work was insane today. I know it's not entirely what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you so much for this prompt! * * * https://archiveofourown.org/works/62034436

[i-have-all-these-freakin-uwus]

I jokingly say that it’s people’s canon event to fall for Miguel O’Hara

But y’all it’s not a joke anymore

I partially fell for Harry Wells for the exact same reason

[yourthoughtsjim]

Have a very specific meme

[the-travelling-witch]

“if i had a nickel for every time there was a love interest in an otome game named gilbert, with a black/white/golden colour scheme, red eyes and a eyepatch covering his left eye, i’d have two nickles. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice”

“and if i had a nickel for every time there was a love interest in an otome game with blue-green eyes, dirty blond hair and white/teal clothes holding a gun to the mc’s head, i’d have two nickles. which also isn’t a lot but, again, it’s weird that it happened twice”

[leekiings]

have no idea if i like this but it was just a study and i just wanted to draw tom cavanagh (but harry wells specifically) so. yeah lol

[atommadly]

It’s no secret that The Flash fandom isn’t as active as it used to be. The show has ended, and the buzz has quieted. Sometimes, it feels like I’m writing for a ghost town, posting fics and headcanons into the void, wondering if anyone is still out there who loves these characters as much as I do.

But I can’t help it—I’m still here. I still love writing for these characters, especially the Wellses (yes, all of them!), and I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon. There’s something comforting about diving into the world of Team Flash, even if it’s just for me.

That said, I’d love to connect with others who are still hanging around this fandom. If you’re also clinging to the lightning bolt and still love talking about The Flash, let’s be mutuals! 🥰

Whether you’re here for Barry, the Wellses, Reverse Flash, WestAllen, Snowbarry, or just reminiscing about the good old days, I’d love to geek out about the show with you. Let’s share ideas, reblog posts, talk headcanons, and keep this little corner of Tumblr alive.

If you’re still in the fandom, drop a comment or reblog. Let’s find each other in the Speed Force! 💛⚡

[adriellej]

Rough Days

Warnings: Explicit contents. Unprotected sex. Oral giving and receiving. Vaginal sex. 

Pairings: Harry Wells x Reader.

Word count:

Beginning 1: 2.1K+

Beginning 2: 3.8K+

In total: 4.7K+

Part 2

A/N: Smutty smut smut. It’s only my second time doing this, so hope it’s okay. Just had a good idea, and there’s probably going to be a part two, where they have to deal with it if you want it? Also, there are two types of beginnings to it. One where Reader is already drunk and Harry finds her, and one where they get drunk together! Have fun! 

Also, unprotected sex is a no-no, bad idea, don’t condone it!

Also GIF's aren't mine!

Reader already drunk beginning:

The past few days had been tough for you. The metas Alchemy was creating kept showing up everywhere, the metas already created by the particle accelerator explosion seemed to try to keep up with Alchemy's. 

Captain Singh wasn’t making it easy at the precinct. He had benched you because of the lack of sleep and focus you were having, you were acting out over the smallest things. So naturally you had needed some time away from everything. Away from home, away from work, and away from people. 

The team had gone home for the day a few hours ago, and you had made your way to the lounge area of S.T.A.R. labs and the fridge you knew had beers in it. You didn’t quite keep to the beers, you had also managed to find a flask of whiskey and tequila. 

By now you had gotten quite the buzz going, the music was playing from the speakers as you downed yet another shot of tequila. The liquor burned its way down your throat and you scrunched up your nose before biting into a piece of lime and shaking your head at it. 

“Whooo, I should do this more often,” You laughed to yourself. You had always been the type of drunk person who would end up being a happy-go-lucky kind of person. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” A rasped voice pulled you away from your endeavor. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of you. Harrison Wells with his black jumper and slick black jeans. His dark hair was slightly ruffled with a few strands sticking out to the sides. His expression was stern yet with a glimpse of amusement. 

“Harryyyyyy, hiii!” You slightly yelled out over the music. “What does it look like I’m doing though?” You questioned him back with a grin on your face as you took a swig of your whiskey. You didn’t wait for his answer as you continued. “I’m having my own little party, and quite honestly I’m having the absolute best time!” You lifted your glass in your hand and made your way over to Harry swaying ever so lightly on your way. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” He looked at you with a little bit of concern in his eyes as he gripped onto your arms to keep you standing upright and not tumbling over. Your hands wound up on his as you realized which kind of muscles he was hiding under that jumper. You squinted your eyes at him and began to make a pout with your lips. It didn’t last long before your lips turned upwards and your eyes were filled with enjoyment and carefreeness. 

“Actually I don’t think so, and you mister,” You said as you poked Harry in the chest hard enough for him to be swayed a bit backward. “Won’t take my fun away,” You finished before breaking out into a full laugh. Harry chuckled at you and your behavior. 

“Actually come to think of it, you should join my fun!” Your lips turned into a smirk as you went to get a glass of whiskey for Harry. “We deserve a bit of fun and downtime,” You said momentarily your voice was laced with seriousness. 

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” He chuckled with his beautiful smile ever so lightly creating his dimples. “Somebody has to make sure you’re okay,” He continued as he gestured with his hand to you. 

“You don’t have to worry about me, I’m fantastic,” You answered as you went over to him with the glass of whiskey in your hand. “Here, drink up my friend!” You spoke attempting to sound serious, just to have your smile betray you. Harry took the glass from you and took a swig of it causing you to smile even wider. 

“So you’re in?” You questioned with a small expectant giggle at the end of it. 

“I’m in,” He says with a wink and a smirk at you, rendering your knees to go soft on you. He takes another swig of the whiskey emptying the glass. He handed it over to you and you gladly took it to get him a refill. 

“We need to get you up to speed with me,” You smiled mischievously at him. You sat down a shot glass in front of him and poured some tequila into it. “Let me borrow your hand,” You said as you held out your own. He does as you tell him and you lick at the back of his hand before pouring some salt on it. “Salt, shot, and lime,” You tell him. He looked at you, his mouth slightly agape. His eyes had darkened at the action you had made.

“Earth to Harry?” You asked as you waved your hand in front of his face, your own face confused with a cocked eyebrow. “Yes?” He cleared his throat before speaking, followed by a big swallow causing his adams apple to bob. 

“Did you hear anything of what I said?” You let out a laugh that came from the bottom of your stomach. 

“Right, yes I did,” He licked the salt from his hand, took the shot, and bit into the lime. His face scrunched up by the taste of the liquor hitting the back of his throat. You made him take quite a lot more, you took some with him to keep your own high buzz going. 

Reader and Harry getting drunk together:

You were walking into S.T.A.R. labs with the rest of the team. It had been a tough fight with the current metas roaming the streets of Central City. Alchemy was creating quite a lot on the way, and every damn meta in this town seemed to be out for blood. 

You threw your backpack on the floor beside the central console of the cortex. You flopped down on a chair in front of the computer, taking your guns out of your holsters and putting them down on the table. 

“I swear Y/N, if one of those goes off on my computer, you’d wish hell was freezing over,” Cisco pointed at you. 

“Oh relax Cisco, the safety is on,” You say as you look at them, realizing that you might have forgotten that in the heat of the moment, or maybe more in the tiredness of the moment. “Or now it is at least,” You mumbled to yourself. 

“What was that?” Cisco asked his eyes squinting at you. “Nothing!” You laughed it off, knowing he would in fact kill you if you ruined his computers. 

“That’s what I thought,” He laughed back at you. 

“You do know he means it right?” Harry spoke with a serious face as he sat down beside you. You looked over at him with amusement in your eyes. 

“Is Harrison Wells afraid of what Cisco might do?” You joked. You thought you were funny, but looking at Harry’s face you thought differently. His eyes were hard as he looked at you. It felt like he was looking right through you. You swallowed thickly at the hard glare he was giving you.

“I’m not afraid of Ramon,” His voice was hoarse and low but laced with a hint of worry. Cisco’s computers and satellites were his everything, and having seen it be blown up a few times, both you and Harry knew he would hurt whoever hurt his tech. 

“Well, we’re going home for the day,” Barry and Iris smiled as she spoke. “I’m more than ready to go home and get some sleep. We’ll see you all tomorrow,” She continued and waved at everyone. So did Barry as they left the building. 

“I’m going to follow them. Cisco can you drive me home?” Caitlin asked her friend. Caitlin had had a rough time lately, she didn’t talk much about it, but you knew she would when she was ready for it. 

“Are you coming along too, Y/N?” Cisco asked grabbing his jacket from the console in front of you. 

“Nah, I’ll stay here for a while. I’m gonna see what it is we’re missing with Alchemy and all these new metas that are popping up. Thanks for asking though!” You smiled and gave a thumbs up to let him know you meant it. 

“Don’t you think it would be a good idea to go home and rest?” Harry asked beside you with a soft smile. You loved to see him smile, even more because it wasn’t so often he did. 

“No, really it’s all good. I want to be here, no need to go home to an empty apartment anyway,” You spoke as you looked away from him and back to the computers in front of you. 

Harry nodded at you and walked away, probably to go work on his own Alchemy project. You started to type away, going through every piece of evidence you had on Alchemy. 

You rubbed your eyes and looked at the clock. It felt like you had been sitting with it for hours, but there had only been 40 minutes. Realizing that you weren’t going to get much done you walked to the lounge, grabbing two glasses and pouring some whiskey into them.

Turning the corner into Harry’s lab you saw him looking at the clear board with equations on it, his white marker in his hand. You had been right when you thought he would be working.  You knocked at the entrance causing him to turn around and look at you. 

“What?” He asks gruffly and you raise the two glasses of whiskey in your hands. 

“Wanna have a drink with me?” You asked politely entering his workshop. 

“Uh, sure,” His answer was short but held a lot of meaning. He never stopped working, so his saying yes was a win for you. “Any particular reason?” He questioned as you handed him one of the glasses. 

“Can’t we just enjoy a drink without there has to be a reason for it?” You asked cockily with raised eyebrows. It earned you a small laugh from the Earth-Two scientist. You looked at him surprised at his response to it. “Maybe we should do it more often if it earns laughs from you,” You jokingly continued. 

“Don’t count on it,” He replied deeply, though there was still a small smile hiding behind the glass. You raised your glass to him and took a sip of the liquor. The burning sensation was welcoming in your throat. The small interaction you and Harry had was nice. Your life had been a mess lately so when you had emptied your glasses, you had stayed with Harry while he went back to work.  

“Are you just going to sit there for the rest of the night?” He asked looking over his shoulder and back at you. 

“Well actually I’d say yes, but then I thought we could also decide to have our way of resting,” You smiled at him as you took your feet down from his desk and turned all the way towards him. His features looked questioningly at the statement you had made. “We could go drink some more whiskey. Pretty sure we both could need some time away from Alchemy?” The last part you said as a question as you waited for his response. 

“And why would you think that?” Harry’s usual hard look and closed-offness showed. 

“Because Harry, you have been staring at the same equation for the past hour and gotten nowhere,” You told him gesturing to the board in front of him. His stare felt like it could shoot daggers at you for having said that, but you knew he was agreeing with you when a small nod came in your direction.  “Cool, let’s go then,” You said snapping your fingers in the direction of the lounge you had picked up the whiskey in before. 

A few whiskeys in you were both talking a lot more loosly about what was troubling you. As Harry, you weren’t one who cared much for sharing too many feelings or problems. They were your own, and yours to deal with. 

“I could have sworn you had just decided to spend most of your time here, just like Barry usually does now,” Harry stated as he looked slightly surprised at you for your confession. 

“Nope, Captain Singh asked me, or more made me, stay home and take care of myself. He sent my ass home, and I can’t just sit at home doing nothing, so here I am,” You threw your arms out to the side as you took a small bow in the chair. 

It earned you one of the rare laughs from Harry. Either it was the alcohol talking or maybe Harry was actually enjoying himself a little. You decided to go with the latter, making it so much easier to just smile and forget things for a while. 

You stood up to grab the flask of whiskey, only to realize it was empty. You looked through the cupboards to see if you could find something else. A devilish smile crept on your lips as you grabbed the flask and stood up. “Harry!” You yelled out. His body shot towards you at your sudden outburst. “I have found something better than whiskey,” You smiled from ear to ear shaking the tequila bottle in your hand. “We are so going to take some tequila shots!” You laughed out loud at the expression on Harry’s face. 

“No, we are most certainly not,” He replied coldly as he stood up and started to leave, and you knew how you could make him stay. 

“Harry, it’s a task, and you solve tasks right?” He stopped dead in his tracks and you could almost imagine the expression on his face and that joyed you even more. You knew you had won. 

“Fine!” He exclaimed and turned back to you, a few large strides and he was on the other side of the island. 

“Do you know how to?” You asked hesitantly not knowing how much drinking he had done on Earth-Two and in his younger days. “Did you just ask me if I know how to do tequila shots? How old do you think I am?” He said slightly annoyed before he broke out a dimple-filled smile. You broke out into a real fit of laughter before answering him. 

“I’m so sorry Harry, that sounded terrible,” Leaning forwards on the table in front of you, you half smacked yourself in the head when you put it into your hand. 

“C’mon, pour it Y/L/N!” He chuckled as he pushed the shot glass over in your direction. You found the salt and cut out the limes you had found in the fridge. You weren’t quite sure why the team even had this here, but you weren’t about to be mad at it. 

You clinked your glasses together before shooting it down. You both shook your heads and looked at each other, smiles spreading as you continued to pour tequila into your glasses.

“Right, let’s see,” You say with an idea in your head. You licked your own hand as you put it to your neck, you leaned your neck to the side as you drizzled salt on it and the lime in your hand. “Let’s go, Harrison,” You smiled playfully at him, his eyes glistening with just as much playfulness. 

He stepped close to you, your chests touching each other, his hands on your hips. You leaned your head to the side giving him access to lick the salt off of you. His tongue was warm to your skin sending shivers down your spine. You had to bite your lip to stifle a moan from escaping your lips. He stayed at your neck a little longer than he needed to and kissed you on the neck as his face left your neck. Downing the shot you had poured him, he looked for the lime and you smiled brightly with it between your teeth. 

It didn’t take long for Harry to catch on to what you wanted. A smirk danced across his lips before crashing them to yours to bite the lime. His lips were soft on yours. He tasted of a mix of tequila, lime, and whiskey. You spat out the lime before going back to kissing him. Your arms snaked around his neck drawing him closer to you. He gladly accepted and deepened the kiss. His tongue slid across your lower lip and you quickly granted him access. 

Your tongue felt like it fit perfectly with his as they danced and explored together. The kiss was filled with need, a hunger, for each other. Damn his an amazing kisser, you thought to yourself as you got completely lost in his intoxicating kiss. You broke apart after a few minutes needing to catch your breaths. 

His crystal blue eyes looked into yours, they were darker than usual, filled with arousal. Your chest was heaving for breaths and Harry pulled away from you. You whined as you lost the heat from his warm body. 

“I’m sorry,” He spoke lowly as he started to pull completely away from you. You grabbed the jumper in your hands and pulled him towards you. “Harry shut up and kiss me again,” You ordered your own eyes filled with lust. It didn’t take long for him to oblige to your command, his hands roaming your entire body. 

He pushed you backward till you reached the countertop and boxed you in between his body and the table. Your fingers tangled themselves in his dark locks as you pulled lightly at them. A hum escaped his throat as he kissed his way down from your jaw to your ear nibbling lightly at your earlobe before moving down to your neck. 

His kisses left your skin on fire. A burning sensation was starting to grow in your stomach and between your legs. You wanted him. You needed him. 

“Harry,” You whimpered in response to his kisses, licks and sucks. He was sure to leave marks on you. His hand moved in between your legs cubbing the outsides of your cunt, grinding at it with his hand. 

Several moans left your throat involuntarily. You couldn’t help it, this man was doing so much to you. He was humming in response to your moans. His lips went back to yours. You could feel the grin on his lips as he kissed you. 

His hands grabbed around your thighs hoisting you to sit on the countertop, keeping your legs spread to make space for him in between. You locked your legs around his waist pulling him as close to you as you could.

He grinded against you and you met his grinds with your own. You could feel his arousal, rock hard and ready for you. A groan left Harry’s lips at your movements and a smirk appeared on your lips. This time it was you breaking the kiss to make it to his neck leaving open-mouthed kisses. As you bit slightly into his skin, an animalistic groan left his throat, as you left a mark on him. 

“Either you stop and we go to my room, or continue and I’ll take you right here,” His voice was low and lust-filled as he spoke. The words hit you as you leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

“Oh I’m not nearly done, Harrison Wells,” you mused his name and it seemed to have the effect you wanted it to. Harry gripped your hips tightly and pulled you closer to him as his lips crashed with yours. The kiss was filled with need as you were both losing control of yourselves. 

One of his hands traced under your shirt and up to your breast and grabbed it. Your body ached for him as your chest shot forward at the feeling of his fingers pinching your nipple. His hand let go of your breast only to discard the clothing in front of it. He kissed down your neck and down to your chest and sucked lightly at your nipple as his other hand traced up your thigh toward your wet spot. 

“Oh god, Harry,” You moaned out at the heat pooling inside of you. 

“Mmh, what?” He looked down at you with a big smirk on his lips, his normally blue eyes almost completely dark from lust. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” You looked up at him whining. “But now we’re at it, you have too many clothes on,” You smiled innocently up at him as your hands glided toward the hem of his jumper. He chuckled deeply before lifting his arms up to discard his jumper. 

Your mouth fell open as your eyes roamed his torso. His chiseled muscles showed as he flexed a little under your stare. Clothes did him dirty. 

“My eyes are up here Y/N,” He pulled you from your trance. Your cheeks flushed as you looked down shyly. His fingers went under your chin to make you look up at him. “Like what you see?” He muses with amusement.

“I mean, have you looked yourself in the mirror?” You spoke as your eyes darted down to his chest again. Your tongue darted over your lips as you took all of him in again. “How can I not like what I see?” You continued your own eyes darkening more. 

Your legs tugged him into you again as your lips met his again. You were fighting for dominance, pouring every feeling of lust and need into the kiss. Your fingers were digging into his skin at his shoulders. 

Harry pulled you down from the countertop, unbuttoning your jeans, not once breaking the kiss. You shimmied out of your jeans and panties and stood completely nude in front of him. This time it was Harry’s turn to get tranced, licking his lips. 

“My eyes are up here, Harrison,” You mused the same response he had had to your staring. His laugh filled the lounge as his hands found your hips again. “What? No smart comment?” You chuckled. “Nope, not this time. You look beautiful,” His smile was genuine, his eyes had gone soft again, and you felt your cheeks burning from his admiration. He leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was different from the others, this was more caring and more emotional. 

Your hands went to his shoulders moving down his chest. He flexed under your touch and deepened the kiss again as your hands found the button on his jeans. It didn’t take long for him to discard them. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but dart down to his erection. He sure did hide a lot under those clothes; because holy hell he was well-equipped. The burning desire inside of you took over as you went down to your knees and looked up at him through your lashes. 

A smirk playing at your lips as you licked from the base of his cock and up to the tip. A deep rumble came from Harry’s chest as his eyes closed shut and his head leaned back. Your tongue swirled around the tip, licking off the precum before taking his cock into your mouth. You bobbed your head in rhythm with your hand at the base. Your tongue swirled around the tip every time you came back up, before taking as much as you could of him in again. 

“Y/N,” Harry moaned out. “Fuck, it feels so good,” his breathing became more panting as he took every bit of pleasure you were giving him. You could feel him tense under your touch and you bobbed your head a little faster, drawing him closer to his release. 

He took in a sharp breath as he pulled away from you. 

“Harry, why did you do that? I almost had you,” You looked up at him while pouting. 

“Because when I cum I want to be in you,” He took hold of your hand helping you up and he instantly pushed you back to the countertop. His lips find yours again, his hands on your hips, lifting you back up to sit. His head moved down your chest, down to your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way. 

Your own breathing became quicker at the thought of what he was about to do. Your hand tangled itself in his hair as he kissed the inner side of your thigh. The feeling of his mouth leaving shivers going up and down your body. Moans escaped your lips as he moved closer to your cunt. 

“Mmh, you’re so wet for me,” He breathed as his tongue licked through your folds, leaving a fire burning inside of you. His tongue flicked over your bundle of nerves. The pleasure coursing through your veins, the feeling of heat pooling in your stomach, alarming you that you were close. 

“Harry, I’m-,” You choked out, one hand gripping the countertop so tightly your knuckles were going white. 

“Cum for me, princess,” Harry focused more on your clit and it didn’t take long before you were coming undone for him. He lapped all of your orgasm before coming back up to your head and giving you a chaste kiss. 

“Well you certainly know what you’re doing,” You breathed heavily coming down from your high, a proud smirk played on Harry’s lips. Your hands reached around his neck and you pulled him close to you. Your kiss wasn’t chaste in any way, it was lust-filled and hard. You could taste your own orgasm on his wet lips. One of your legs wrapped around his body, pulling him even closer to you. “I need you Harry,” You begged him. You needed him inside of you. You were hungry for him. All of him. 

Harry aligned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed inside of you. Moans escaped both of your lips as he let you adjust to him. He slowly started thrusting into you. Controlled, slow moves were dragging out the pleasure already building in you. 

“Fuck, you feel so good around me. So perfect,” He breathes into the base of your neck. One of your hands was holding onto his shoulder and the other clawing at his back. 

“Harry, I- I won’t last long,” You were moaning and panting under him. 

“Neither will I,” He groans out, his thrusts becoming quicker and sloppier. Your orgasm builds up quickly in you. Leaving you screaming out his name as you draw closer and closer. A few more quick and hard thrusts leave you both coming down and hard. 

He stayed with his head dipped into the crook of your neck, your hand started drawing circles at his back. He draws back from you and pulls out of you. His dark hair was messy from sweat and your hands, and you only saw the most handsome man you had ever seen. 

A big goofy smile played on your lips and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, as your breathing was slowing down again. 

“What?” He smiled and shifted a little on his feet as his cheeks turned a shade of pink. 

“Oh, nothing, you’re just very handsome,” You spoke looking him deeply in his eyes. He leaned in to give you another kiss. He broke apart from you, but you continued to peck his lips in between words. “Also. You. Just. Rocked. My. World,” Your hands were cupping his face as you held onto him. 

“Well, why don’t we go rock it some more,” He returned your goofy smile with a wink as he dragged you with him to his room. 

Your eyes slowly started to flutter open and you groaned out at the bright light hitting your face. You rubbed your eyes with one hand as you felt the hangover headache hitting you. It wasn’t until you tried to move that you realized that there was someone beside you. 

You turned your head slowly as to not disturb whoever it was holding onto your side. 

You didn’t exactly expect to see a certain dark-haired grumpy scientist beside you. 

“Oh god, what have I done?” You said to yourself, panic coursing through your veins, causing a pair of blue eyes to open and look at you.

Tag list:

@hiddenwritingsintheworld, @brianllamawrites, @sarawritestories

[strgbird]

#HARRISCO: they're married you can't argue w me

[doverstar]

I want to sit down and talk about how Grant Gustin, on the Flash, in the course of 9 seasons and almost 10 years, displayed the ability to perfectly act out *deep inhale* Barry Allen, an evil version of Barry Allen, a nerdy wimp version of Barry Allen, three of the Big Bads, Harry Wells inside Barry's body, H.R. Wells inside Barry's body, Sherloque Wells inside Barry's body, basically every Wells inside Barry's body, Barry Allen as the lead in a spontaneous superpowered musical, Barry pretending to be a hacker, Barry pretending to be a crime lord, Barry being infected/possessed by a Big Bad, and Barry Allen as a really dorky drunk guy (more than once)-

[marvelsgirl616]

🥹❤️💛

[buffyann23]

The Flash⚡: S03E14 "Attack on Central City"

"Guess we'll find out."

[stars-are-just-ghosts]

Harrisco Prompts!

Okay, I'm doing it. I need a pick me up and some motivation.

Soooo... Send me your own prompt ideas for Harrisco one shots, and I'll do them all!

It's about nine at night here on the Eastern seaboard. But I also wake up absurdly early because my internal clock hates me. So give me what you got, and I'll start tackling it first thing while I drink much required coffee.

Can't wait to hear what you've got! -QD

[arrow-v-flash-polls]

Multiple versions of Harrison Wells joined the team over the years. Some Wells' stayed for a single season while others stuck around a little longer and one who wasn't a Wells at all. But which of these Wells do you like best?

Other Wells Poll Here

[leekiings]

i wish we got just...... one flashback scene with single dad harry wells raising jesse...........,,,,,,,,,

[atommadly]

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Harry Wells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, explicit. This is extremely long! I'm so sorry (or not ;) )

𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢—𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Masterlist

"Yoohoo!" Cisco shouted, his voice filled with excitement, as he turned to give you a high five.

"Well done, Barry!" you said through the comms, your tone full of admiration.

Barry had just managed to catch yet another meta-human causing trouble in Central City. It was always a relief when a mission ended successfully, and this one was no different.

"Now, get back here so we can all head home for Christmas!" Cisco added, a playful urgency in his voice.

You leaned back in the chair behind the Cortex controls, letting out a contented sigh as you took a sip from your steaming cup of hot cocoa. "That was a great mission," you said, a satisfied smile on your face. The team had really pulled together, and it felt good to see it all come together so smoothly.

"Yeah, but I'm exhausted," Cisco admitted, his voice dropping a little. "I just want to go home and spend Christmas with Gypsy."

Your eyes lit up at the mention of Gypsy. "Oh, she's coming!" you exclaimed, genuinely thrilled for him. "That's great, Cisco. You deserve it."

Cisco grinned, his face softening with a dreamy smile. "Yeah, things are going great between us," he said, a faraway look in his eyes as if picturing her. His happiness was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile along with him.

He tilted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "What about you?" he asked, his gaze shifting towards Harry, who was in the other room, absorbed in tinkering with a piece of technology.

You followed his gaze, your heart warming at the sight of Harry, so focused on his work yet so comfortable in the environment your team had built together. A soft, affectionate smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"Might not be easy to date the Grinch," Cisco teased, his voice laced with light sarcasm as he nodded toward Harry, who seemed oblivious to the conversation.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a chuckle, nudging him playfully on the arm. "Hey, he’s not that bad," you said, though the fondness in your voice betrayed you. It was true that Harry wasn’t the easiest person to understand, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worth it.

"Oh, Y/N, come on, he never wants to celebrate Christmas with us!" Cisco protested dramatically, his hands raised as if pleading with you.

It was true. Harry had never been particularly fond of the holiday. He had his reasons, deeply personal ones that he rarely talked about. Christmas had always been a painful reminder of all the losses he’d endured, the sadness that seemed to cling to that time of year like an unshakeable shadow. You understood. You didn’t hold it against him.

"It’s okay," you replied softly, your voice playful but with an edge of affection. "As long as he celebrates with me."

Your words hung in the air for a moment, a mischievous glint in your eye. It wasn’t a secret, but the way you said it made it feel like one. There was something you hadn’t told Cisco, something that made your heart flutter just a little at the thought.

Cisco paused, his expression shifting as he tried to decipher your tone. He studied you closely, eyes narrowing in thought, before a slow grin crept across his face. "Oh ho ho, you’ve got plans for tonight, don’t you?" he teased, his voice turning smug as if he’d just solved a great mystery.

You didn’t answer him outright. Instead, you leaned back in your chair and hid your smile behind your mug of hot cocoa, pretending to take a casual sip. The warmth of the drink didn’t compare to the warmth in your chest, but it was enough to mask the blush creeping up your cheeks.

Cisco was grinning now, clearly satisfied with his discovery, but you weren’t about to confirm or deny anything. Yes, you had plans for tonight. You had something special in mind for Harry. Despite his usual distance and the quiet sadness that seemed to surround him during Christmas, you were determined to do something to lift his spirits.

It wasn’t until evening that you finally put your plan into action. The rest of the team had gone home, leaving Star Labs unusually quiet. The hum of machinery was absent, and in the dim, almost serene silence, the only light that remained came from a few twinkling strands of garland decorating the lab. The soft glow of the lights reflected off the metal surfaces and cast gentle shadows around the room, creating an atmosphere that felt peaceful and intimate.

You made your way through the building, your footsteps echoing softly on the cold floors. Eventually, you reached the lounge, where Harry was sitting. He was sprawled out on the leather couch, casually reading a book, his posture relaxed but his face, as always, a little distant. This room had only recently been rediscovered during one of your aimless walks around the lab, a part of the building that had been abandoned after the particle accelerator explosion. Caitlin had taken it upon herself to decorate the space for Christmas, stringing up some garland and placing a small tree in the corner. It wasn’t much, but it added a touch of warmth and cheer to the otherwise stark surroundings.

Harry had settled there because he enjoyed the peace, the quiet solitude away from the bustle of the main lab. As he continued reading, completely absorbed in his book, he didn’t notice you at first. But then, just as he turned a page, the soft sound of the door opening broke his concentration. Harry looked up from his book, his brow furrowing in mild surprise as he saw you standing in the doorway. He had expected you to be out celebrating Christmas with friends or family, not here, in Star Labs.

"Hey," you greeted, your voice warm yet cautious as you took a few steps closer to where he sat on the leather couch.

You were wearing a long, elegant coat, its soft fabric brushing against your legs as you walked, and a pair of heels that clicked with every step you took. Harry couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly beautiful you looked, your makeup perfectly applied, highlighting the softness of your features. He felt his chest tighten slightly, a feeling he couldn’t quite place stirring in him. 

You looked like you were about to head out for a night of celebration, and for a moment, he felt a pang of something unfamiliar. He knew how much you loved Christmas—the decorations, the cheer, the joy that came with the season. It was something you always embraced with a kind of childlike wonder. He, on the other hand, couldn’t bring himself to feel the same way. The thought of being alone with his memories on Christmas made the idea of celebrating feel out of reach. But seeing you like this, with that look in your eyes, made him feel guilty. He wanted to be able to share in that joy with you, but he wasn’t sure how.

"Hey," Harry replied, his voice lower than usual, a bit rough from disuse. "Are you headed somewhere?" he asked, the question hanging between you, his curiosity genuine but tinged with a touch of hesitation.

You adjusted the collar of your coat, a small nervous gesture that didn’t go unnoticed by him. Your confidence seemed to waver, and Harry couldn’t help but wonder what was on your mind. It was a side of you he wasn’t accustomed to seeing.

For a moment, you stood there in silence, your gaze flicking between him and the dimly lit room, unsure of how to continue. You had imagined this moment, visualized it in your mind a dozen times, but now that you were here, standing in front of him, doubts crept in. What if he thought it was too much? What if he found your gesture foolish or out of place? What if he didn’t appreciate it?

You cleared your throat, the weight of the uncertainty pulling at your confidence. "Actually, no," you replied, your voice quiet, the words carrying more than just the answer to his question.

Harry tilted his head slightly, his curiosity growing. There was something in your voice, something unspoken, that made him set aside his book for a moment, fully turning his attention to you. He could sense that something was different tonight, that there was more to this moment than just a casual visit.

You bit your lip, taking another step forward. "I... I was hoping we could do something tonight," you said hesitantly, but there was a sparkle in your eyes now, a flicker of excitement that cut through your nerves. "Something a little... different."

Harry didn’t respond immediately. He simply watched you, his expression unreadable for a few long seconds. It was clear that he didn’t quite understand where this was going, but his attention was completely focused on you now, waiting for the rest of the story. You could feel the tension in the air, a strange mix of anticipation and uncertainty, and for a moment, you almost wished you could take it all back. But it was too late to turn around now.

You swallowed, trying to steady the flutter in your chest. "I know Christmas isn’t your favorite holiday," you began, your voice soft but steady now. "But... I thought maybe we could just spend it together. Just the two of us."

The words felt different as they left your mouth, more intimate than you'd expected. It wasn’t just the offer that felt new, but the weight of what you were suggesting. You’d been together for months, sharing your lives, your thoughts, and your feelings. You wanted to make Christmas different for him.

Harry’s heart quickened, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him at your words. Despite his aversion to the holiday, despite all his reservations about the season, the idea of spending it with you felt... right. The fact that you wanted to be there, with him, made something inside him stir—something he wasn’t sure he was ready to acknowledge, but something he couldn’t ignore. He had always kept his distance, not wanting to drag anyone into his shadow, but you had never treated him that way. You made him feel... seen.

You could feel his eyes on you, the quiet intensity of his gaze pulling you closer. The room was dim, save for the twinkling lights from the small Christmas tree in the corner. It was warm, but there was still a faint chill in the air, a reminder of the winter outside. You nervously tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, your fingers brushing the soft fabric of your coat. The anticipation of the moment was making you second-guess yourself, but you took a deep breath and forced yourself to speak.

"Okay," you said, your voice lowering slightly as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, trying to steady your nerves. "I’ve planned a surprise. A gift, if you will." You gave him a playful glance, but there was a hint of something deeper in your eyes. "And please, don’t make fun of me. I just... I want to do something for you."

Harry raised an eyebrow at your words, his lips curling into a small, intrigued smile. "A gift?" he repeated, his voice rougher than usual. He could feel the shift in the air, the tension between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

You smiled, a little more confident now that he hadn’t immediately dismissed you. His curiosity was a good sign. Slowly, you took a step closer, closing the distance between you both. Standing in front of him, you let the moment linger, your heart beating faster as you met his gaze, feeling the heat of his eyes on you.

You moved even closer, standing between his legs, your body only inches from his. The space between you seemed to shrink as you let your fingers play with the waistband of your coat. His eyes dropped to your hands, then slowly traveled upward, his expression a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"Do you want to unwrap it?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, laced with an unexpected flirtation. 

Harry’s pulse quickened. There was a sense of intrigue building within him, though he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. He only knew that whatever it was, he was eager to find out. His fingers trembled slightly as they reached for the belt of your coat, pulling it slowly, deliberately. His gaze remained locked on yours, a silent question in his eyes, and you could see the mix of anticipation and uncertainty flicker behind the desire that was evident in the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

As he loosened the belt, the fabric of the coat parted, revealing just a hint of your skin and the deep red hue that teased at what lay beneath. Harry’s breath hitched. His heart raced faster, and it felt like the world had stopped moving, leaving only the two of you in the quiet stillness of the room. His fingers traced the edges of the coat, pulling it open further, the anticipation building between you.

And then, he saw it.

The coat slipped from your shoulders, revealing what you had chosen to wear just for him—a gift more captivating than anything wrapped in paper. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you in the red body, the corset-like top hugging your form perfectly. The fabric clung to your curves, accentuating your figure in a way that left him breathless. The top was strapless, molded to your body, and supported by the natural curve of your chest, leaving little to the imagination. His eyes traced the intricate design of the outfit, the delicate lace and subtle details that sent a rush of heat through his veins.

You wore thigh-high stockings that reached up to your thighs, held up by the matching garters that added an air of elegance and seduction. The entire outfit was a striking mix of sultriness and festive cheer, with touches of white feathers around the edges that resembled a delicate, luxurious version of holiday fur. The color of the red seemed to shimmer as it caught the light, and in that moment, Harry thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of you standing before him, a vision of sensuality and elegance, and yet, somehow, still a perfect fit for the holiday spirit. He couldn’t help the way his heart pounded, the ache of desire growing in the pit of his stomach.

You were breathtaking, utterly impossible to ignore. As the reality of what you were offering him sank in, Harry felt a tightness in his chest, a fluttering, heat spreading across him like a wave. Every inch of you, every detail of the way you stood there, was overwhelming in the best possible way. The desire was undeniable, but so was the love that ran deep between the two of you. You weren’t just standing before him as a vision of sensuality; you were offering him the purest form of trust, of intimacy, and it made his heart race even faster.

"You look... incredible," Harry managed, his voice rough, almost hoarse, as the words tumbled out. It felt like an understatement, like no combination of words could ever do justice to how he felt in that moment. But it was all he could say.

There was a long, delicious moment of silence as he took you in, his eyes tracing the curves of your body, the way your outfit clung to you so perfectly, the way the feathers brushed against your skin. His breath came in shallow gasps, his chest tight with the overwhelming sensation of wanting you, needing you. 

With a tenderness that was almost too much for him to handle, you reached up and gently ran your fingers through his hair. The touch was soft but electric, sending a shiver down his spine. And then, with a playful glint in your eyes, you began to sing. "Santa Baby..." Your voice was soft, playful, laced with a flirtation that only made the air between you two thicker with desire. The surprise in Harry’s eyes softened into a smile.

"Just slip a sable under the tree for me," you continued, your voice light and teasing, the song dripping with seductive charm. Harry couldn’t help but laugh, the sound warm and genuine.

You let your coat fall to the ground, revealing yourself fully to him. The action was undeniably sexy, but what struck Harry wasn’t just the sight of your body—gorgeous, alluring, every inch of you crafted to perfection—but the love that seemed to radiate from every movement you made. It wasn’t just a performance or a game; this was a true offering of yourself to him, a piece of your heart wrapped up in the moment.

"Been an awful good girl..." you continued to sing, your voice teasing and light, carrying a playful lilt.

With a subtle, confident movement, you swung one knee across his hip, then the other, gently straddling his lap, settling yourself atop him on the couch.

As you positioned yourself, your body close enough to feel the heat radiating between the two of you, Harry’s breath caught in his throat. The sight of you so bold, so sure, made his pulse quicken, and he couldn’t help but admire the way you moved—effortless, confident, yet with a hint of sweetness that was unmistakably you. Your skin was so close to his, the soft fabric of your outfit grazing against his shirt, and for a moment, time seemed to stretch out. 

"Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight..." You sang softly, your voice trailing off as you felt his gaze on you. But before you could finish, Harry’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you toward him. His lips found yours in a passionate kiss, one that stole your breath away. Without breaking the kiss, he gently fell back against the couch, pulling you down with him, his body warm and strong beneath yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as if he were the very air you needed to breathe. His low groan resonated in your chest, the shock of the gift you'd given him still fresh on his lips. Without thinking, your hips moved against his in a slow, deliberate rhythm, and you felt the unmistakable bulge of his desire pressing into you, the physical proof of how deeply you affected him.

Harry’s hands roamed over your body, caressing every curve before settling firmly on your ass, pulling you flush against him with a low, appreciative groan. You gasped, the sensation sending a wave of heat through you. Without warning, he flipped your positions, gently but decisively lowering you onto the couch beneath him.

For a brief moment, he simply watched you, his gaze intense as he hovered above you. His eyes traced every detail of your form—the way your hair framed your face like a halo, the flushed redness of your lips from his kiss, and the way your clothes clung to you, revealing just enough to leave little to the imagination.

“You’re the perfect gift,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his words barely a whisper as they brushed against your skin.

“Merry Christmas, Harry, darling,” you whispered back, your heart racing as the moment stretched out between you.

With a gentle shift, he lowered himself back down to you, his lips reclaiming yours in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Harry’s hands slid beneath your garter belt, his touch deliberate as they trailed upward, seeking the place where you ached for him most. A sharp gasp of desire escaped your lips, your body responding instinctively. Your hands fell to his belt, trembling with urgency as you worked to unbuckle it. You quickly undid the button and zipper, sliding both his trousers and boxers down in one swift motion.

He was already hard, his arousal undeniable, and he shivered as your fingers brushed over him, igniting a spark between you. His lips found the curve of your neck, pressing heated kisses along your skin that sent a shiver down your spine. Slowly, his hands moved to your back, his fingers deftly locating the zipper of your bodysuit. With effortless precision, he slid it down, his gaze dark with longing as he revealed more of your skin.

In mere seconds, the fabric pooled away, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath him, your bodies separated only by the crackling tension in the air.

Harry didn’t waste a second, his hand finding your clit with practiced ease, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that sent waves of heat coursing through you. His fingers slid between your folds, discovering just how wet and ready you were for him. A low moan escaped your lips as you arched your back, your body instinctively pressing closer to his touch. You were already breathless, writhing beneath him, the need for him growing unbearable.

“Stop teasing me,” you murmured, your voice thick with desperation.

“Teasing?” he repeated, his tone mockingly innocent, though the wicked smile on his lips betrayed him. “You’re the one who put on this outfit,” he teased, his fingers quickening their rhythm between your thighs, driving you higher.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you shot back, biting down on your lip—not only to taunt him but to keep your moans from spilling out, though the pleasure was quickly becoming impossible to contain.

In response to your insolence, he slid a finger into you without warning, his movements firm and deliberate. The sudden sensation stole your breath, leaving you gasping as a moan replaced any attempt at protest. His finger moved with purpose, thrusting in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, teasing you, coaxing your body to respond. Your hips bucked instinctively, arching toward him as if your body had a will of its own, silently pleading for more.

“Harry, baby,” you whimpered, your voice breaking. “I need you. Now.”

Your desperate words sent a spark through him, and a feral growl escaped his throat. He pulled back, sitting on his heels as he loomed over you, his dark eyes searing into yours. His chest rose and fell heavily, his breathing matching your own ragged rhythm. Slowly, almost torturously, he brought his hand to his throbbing length, wrapping his fingers around himself.

He stroked once, twice, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving your face. He watched your lips part as you swallowed hard, your chest heaving as the space between you seemed to pulse with electricity. The sight of you—flushed, needy, and utterly at his mercy—only fueled his resolve.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Instead of waiting for a response, he shifted closer, aligning himself with your entrance. He teased you at first, the head of his length brushing against your slick folds, making you gasp and squirm beneath him.

“Harry, please,” you breathed, your voice cracking with need.

With a smirk that was equal parts wicked and affectionate, he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispered, “Patience, love. I want to savor my Christmas gift.”

Then, slowly, deliberately, he pushed into you, stretching and filling you inch by inch. The sensation stole the air from your lungs, leaving you clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he claimed you completely.

He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, his forehead dropping to yours as you both caught your breath. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your lips, before beginning to move, setting a pace that made your entire world melt away.

With slow, deliberate thrusts, Harry moved inside you, each motion powerful and intentional, claiming every part of you. Over and over, his hips met yours, the impact sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body. Your moans filled the air, unrestrained and raw, as his hands tangled in your hair, lifting your face to his. His eyes searched yours, dark with desire but softened by something even deeper.

He wanted to see everything—the way your face contorted with bliss, the way you surrendered completely to him, trusting him with your body and heart. But more than that, he wanted to take in the woman who had changed his life. The woman who saw through his walls, who loved him for all he was, even the parts of himself he struggled to accept. The woman who had gone to such great lengths to make sure he felt cherished and loved tonight, on Christmas—a holiday he had long since given up on.

A wave of emotion surged through him, crashing against the raw pleasure you gave him. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and he couldn’t hold back. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, more urgent. The couch creaked beneath you as your body moved with his, bouncing with every powerful motion. Your nails dug into his back, clinging to him as he drove you higher, each thrust fanning the flames of your desire.

“God, you’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick and uneven. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your neck, trailing kisses and gentle bites along your skin. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine, adding to the heat coursing through your veins.

“Harry,” you gasped, your voice trembling, barely able to form words between breaths. “I love you.”

His movements faltered for a split second, your words hitting him with more force than he expected. He raised his head, his eyes locking with yours, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

“I love you too,” he whispered, his voice filled with an intensity that matched the rhythm of his hips as he began to move again. “More than anything.”

He shifted slightly, angling his thrusts to hit deeper, each one pushing you closer to the edge. His hand slid down your body, finding your clit once more, his fingers working in time with his movements. The dual sensations sent you spiraling, your body trembling as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

Every moan, every gasp, every whispered word between you brought him closer as well.

He shifted his angle once more, and everything seemed to blur. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt yourself spiraling into a haze of pure pleasure. Your body arched in response, every nerve on fire as he hit a spot that sent shockwaves through you. Your orgasm took you completely by surprise—suddenly, you were lost in it, and a loud cry of unfiltered pleasure escaped your lips.

You tightened around him, your muscles clenching involuntarily, as if trying to hold him even closer. Your back arched more, your head falling back, giving him an unobstructed view of your exposed throat, vulnerable to him in this moment.

Harry’s gaze burned with an intensity that matched the fervor of his movements. He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss. As you felt your muscles fluttering around him, gripping him tightly, his own release came crashing down on him. His groan was low, guttural, as he surrendered to the pleasure.

His body tensed above you, and you could feel the heat of him inside, filling you completely. He bit into your neck, marking you with the intensity of his passion, his fingers digging into your skin as he sought to hold you, keep you close. You were both lost in the moment, each thrust, each kiss, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through you both.

As your orgasms started to fade, Harry lay on top of you, his head resting against your chest as he tried to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his messy, sweaty hair, gently stroking his head with affection.

A comfortable silence settled between you two. After a moment, he lifted his head to look at you.

“You’re the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for,” he murmured.

“Did you enjoy it?” you asked, smiling softly.

He tried to hold back a laugh. It would be crazy not to enjoy what just happened. “Definitely.”

He sat up, pulling his boxers and pants back into place. “I’ll get some towels and find something for you to wear. I’ll be right back.”

As he walked away, you heard him humming “Santa Baby.”

You smiled, curling your legs up to your chest, biting your lower lip. This had been one of the best Christmases you’d ever had.

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