#is... is eobard blushing???

[jokingmisfit]

A New Nursery

Yandere Platonic Multi!Wells x Reader, Yandere Platonic Eobard Thawne x Reader

Warnings- Age Regression, Implied kidnapping, Implied Stalking, Past Relationships, Yandere Themes

Notes- I literally just got out of the hospital and all my life plans are going up in flames so enjoy this fic I guess.

"What is this?" She asks. "It looks like a nursery."

"It is!" HR said enthusiastically.

"Great... There is no baby here? Right?" She looks around confused.

The men gather in the hall. There's a mixture of emotion in the air and confusion on her face. HR stands closest to her smile plastered on his face as he rocks slightly on his feet. Sherloque is more in the room than in the hall slightly in front of the girl who stands in the entrance. Harry stands a bit fidgety but overall tense in between her and the doors facing wall. Slightly proud, Eobard stands leaning up against the wall the door is attached to.

"Well it is not necessarily for a baby per say more or less for someone who acts like a baby." Sherloque says factually.

She laughs. "That sounds like an insult, Sher."

"All right, enough beating around the bush, it is for you." Harry speaks up annoyed by the added antics.

"And I thought I was impatient or did you forget we were going to let her come around to that conclusion herself." Eobard taunts.

"She wasn't going to realize that herself because she didn't know that we knew what she did when she was alone." Harry started angrily waving his arms around.

A blush covers her face. She recalls the message she got that let her here. Of course, it was her old home, she lived here when Eobard was still facading as Harrison Wells. She hadn't come back for a while now though the home was left to her.

She remembers Harrison's text saying that he and the others had a surprise. She was certainly surprised and she saw Eobard there. Despite her confusion the others insured her that nothing bad would come from the man. Apparently they had made some sort of truce.

Part of her wanted to appreciate the gesture. The kindness and the time it must have taken to build it. Another part of her was concerned. How did they even know? She only regressed in the privacy of her own home. She never spoke of it. This part of herself by all means shouldn't have been discovered so easily even if they were geniuses.

"How," She cleared her throat. "How did you know about, the um, regression." Her words slowly dissipated to a whisper.

"Oh please, dear you can't actually thought that you hid it well." Sherloque answers accent thick.

"Okay... New question, why did you think this would be appropriate to do?" She asks growing upset.

"You don't like it?" Harry asks, somewhat defeated.

She chokes on her words for a moment. "It's... very nice. Still, it's kind of weird that you would go through all this work for something I didn't even know you knew about. And you didn't ask me if I was okay with it. You didn't really include me. it's a very nice surprise would have been had I been informed you were informed and if you were involved with what happened to me. But you're not I don't think you see me regress and if you did it's a little concerning how." She rambled out.

HR laughs sadly. "Geez, kiddo. We just wanted to do something good for you."

Guilt ate her stomach watching the man rub his neck. The mood had gone completely sour. Not a single person held a smile on their face at least not a real one.

"It is really nice, in theory..." She says softly.

"Still think we shouldn't just go with my plan?" Eobard asks looking over to Harry.

Panic sets under her skin for a second at the look in the doppelganger's eyes.

"I think I should go home." She says, weaving out of the hall.

She could hear the men talking as she made her way to the foyer. A few seconds after she made it out the front door red and wind greeted her. Looking up and unsurprisingly Eobard stands there in black.

"You know you really hurt their feelings princess." He says with feigned pity.

"That whole situation was weird even for you." She states with a frown.

"You really can't blame them. Seeing a precious little girl living all alone, working so hard to make herself and others happy. How could they not want to wrap you up and never let go?" He pries. "I know you won't remember, but there are versions of the timeline I got to be that for you." He says in a gravel voice.

"What?" She whispered.

"In a version of this timeline," He emphasizes. "I took care of you. It was actually quite calming. Coming home being able to care for someone who was practically helpless, and you let me." He smiles. "Probably, one of my favorite versions of the timeline."

"Well that explains how you four knew so much..." She sighs.

"Come back inside." Eobard rasps out. He moves towards her and cups her face in his hands. "Let us take care of you."

She searched his eyes and as pure as his words had been there was something dark swimming beneath it. Perhaps it was him, but their actions were confusing and odd. Suddenly something dawned on her.

"You told them this would be okay?" She asks accusingly.

"No," He answers. "I informed them that their feelings were valid nothing more."

"And how intense are these feelings?" She shakes out of his grasp.

"Enough for us to agree to do what we have to." Another voice answers. It's Harry's.

Her breath catches in her throat. "What exactly do you think you have to do?" She questions, looking at him.

The wind felt so much colder in her fear. And the men she once viewed as friends, as family, seemed more like a threat.

"Stop asking so many questions and come back inside." Harry speaks nodding his head at the door. "It's late, we can talk more in the morning."

"I promised Barry I'd visit him tonight." She lied.

"No you didn't." Sherloque adds this time.

"What are we just going to gather out here now?" She yells in anger and panic.

She stood stiff with fear. Despite this she shook faster than a heated molecule. Before she had the chance to say anything else or do anything else Sherloque handed something to Eobard. And before she could even ask about that it was inserted into her neck.

She didn't lose consciousness, but she did lose all of the feeling in her limbs. She felt almost immediately exhausted. Simply like the weight of a car pressed against her. She tried hard enough she could lift arm a little bit, but it took much too much effort to do any more.

Harry's the one who caught her and carried her into the house. All the way down the hall back into the room. The bright colors now made her head hurt. She tried to push off when he laid her in the crib-like bed. Tried to scoot away when HR sat by her to pet her hair and coo at her. Her efforts were pointless and soon the four left her to sleep. Not , of course, without whispered promises of love and happiness that her new daddies were determined to give her.

[the1entirecircus]

Flash Headcanons

These are headcanons I have about the Flash (comics, not tv show) and all of the lore and other characters.

Barry is on the autistic spectrum but never got an official diagnosis as a child due to Eobard's meddling. Iris is actively trying to help him get a diagnosis. Barry's special interests include comic books (specifically the Flash) and science.

The Wests have ADHD

Wally's ADHD influences certain aspects of his connection to the speed force.

Eobard has a secret base in the present that's a time vault full of flash memorabilia.

Eobard has been one of the many bullies Barry had during his childhood because of how Eobard can warp time around him.

The reason Black Flash doesn't go after Reverse Flash or any other Negative Speed Force conduit is because even thought the Negative Speed Force feeds off the regular Speed Force, the Speed Force pulls energy from the Negative Speed Force to recycle it.

Eobard will furiously correct anyone who gets anything about the Flash wrong.

Barry has read the Dune books. Wally couldn't get past the first chapter of Dune.

Internet forums speculate if Jay Garrick's Flash is the comic character brought to life (Because if you didn't know, his Flash existed as a comic book on Earth Prime if I remember correctly) or he is just an old cosplayer that is a speedster.

Barry has nightmares about Flashpoint.

Wally has nightmares about being stuck in the Speed Force and losing his family again.

The Rogues have a movie night sometimes if they can agree on which movie to watch (Fast & Furious is always brought up)

Barry often tests his capabilities as a speedster, writing his findings in a small journal detailing the different skills you can accomplish with the speed force. Eobard has a digital copy of this book after it was published.

Old Barry gets catcalled "dilf" by random people, he blushes every time he hears it.

Reverse Flash has considered resurrecting Daniel West just to kill him in front of Ace West all for taking Eobard's name.

Black Flash was created by Barry’s “death” in Crisis on Infinite Earths due to the cosmic events that occurred from it.

[smittenbyvillains]

Hi!!! so I was wondering if I could request a Eobard x fem reader fic where the reader works at star labs (before the particle accelerator explosion) and is competing with Hartley for a promotion, so reader decides to seduce Eobard into giving it to her followed by some smut. if your not comfortable writing this that’s okay! it’s just boss!eowells is really plaguing my thots rn 😩😩😩

IM GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

Warnings: smutty, use of good girl, he's baby girl, use of sir possibly heheHEHE (sorry I'm so rusty)

Y/N really wanted the promotion and needed it. Your rent just really went up. It was the landlord just being a complete ass about it. Y/N was thinking of ways to do get the promotion that was right but none of it seemed to work because Hartley wanted the same promotion. Y/N groaned to themselves at her work desk. It was starting to get late, and you had been trying to get the most done. Then an idea came in mind. You noticed how your boss aka Harrison Wells would steal glances at you. A plan was coming through. Although you never thought you would have done that. You knew he always stayed late. You decided to go to his office. Of course, Hartley was there chatting with Harrison. You knocked on the office door. Questioning if this was the right idea. "Come in." Eobard said. He knew it was you. He dismissed Hartley telling him to get some rest. Hartley didn't want to but knew it was best not to fight the orders. He walked out after you came in and gave you a glare. You ignored it. Eobard smiled at you. He was glad he hired you.

You approached his desk and put a huge smile on. He looked at you knowing something was up but didn't comment. "I'm surprised you haven't gone home; you usually care about sleep." He chuckled.

"I haven't finished what I wanted to do for the day. I was hoping we could talk." You said trying to start up a conversation. You decided to go behind his desk and sit on his desk. He watched as you did that and held back the smirk. He saw how you skirt was riding up.

"Ah, I see, what do you want to talk about?" he asked as he sat in his chair and leaned back. He was now purposely looking at you.

"I wanted to admit something, I haven't been able to... it could risk my job." You said and bit your lip more out of nervousness. He nodded. "You can tell me anything." Eobard said. You took a deep breath.

"I like you; I like my boss." You spoke. "I can't get you out of my head." You spoke. It wasn't even a lie. He didn't seem surprised and leaned forward.

"I see, how come you didn't tell me before?" He asked. You blushed a bit.

"I can't lose my job... I've been trying to get the promotion.... cause I do need it." You said and moved closer. Eobard nodded and smiled.

"I can help you with both." He spoke. He leaned forward and slowly stood up. You looked up at him. You hardly said anything he was already saying this? He gently grasped your hips with one hand and lifted your chin with the other. His thumb rubbing your lip as he looked into your eyes. "You can say no anytime." He added and you nodded.

Eobard leaned in and kissed you slowly and you melted into the kiss and kissed him back. He pulled you closer to him getting desperate and more by the second. His hand on your hip moving up to your neck. He pulled away to look into your eyes. "You're so beautiful." He spoke in a tone saying he meant it. "I've been waiting for this."

Eobard was quick to kiss you again. He thought your dumbfounded reaction was adorable. Did you really not see? He smirked a bit and sat back and pulled you into his lap. You gasped. You started to grind against his one thigh. He watched as you did this. He pulled away from the kiss.

"Oh, what a needy girl, huh?" He said into your ear as he leaned in close to ear before kissing down your neck. His hands started to pull your blouse off. You whimpered. "Want more?" He teased. You nodded. "Words my sweet lady." He said. You pouted for a second.

"Please sir." You said not knowing what slipped. His eyes darkened more.

"Good girl, you keep calling me that and I am all yours." He spoke. He lifted you up enough to get your skirt and underwear off after getting your bra off. He admired your body as you sat there in his lap. "Now how about you help your boss?" He didn't really ask. You nodded quickly and got his pants off and his underwear. You went bright red. "You are sure my sweet lady." he asked again.

"Yes sir, I'm sure." You answered. He pulled you close again and chuckled as his hand moved down your body and he felt how wet you are already for him.

"So wet already for your boss hm?" He teased you and you whimpered as he continued to rub your clit.

"Please sir~" You whined. He chuckled and prepared you for a few more minutes before sinking you down slowly. You gasped and moaned as he felt so good inside of you. He groaned at how well you fit him. You were made for him. He slowly moved your hips to get you used to it. After a minute you got the rhythm and started to ride him. The office was filled of moans and groans of pleasure. An occasional whimper of pleasure. You were getting close and closer to cumming so was Eobard. He could tell.

"Cum for me my good girl~" he said. He had started to thrust up. You moaned as you started to quiver as you came. "Oh~ Good girl." He said as he came with a moan. He had you lean against him as he rode out each of your highs. "You got the promotion but a different one love." He smirked. "You will be everywhere with me." He spoke. "And i mean everywhere." He said with a darker smirk. He wasn't letting go of you now. Not even when his plan gets in motion. And you will be coming with him.

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - (Flash) AU Chapter 14

The unfortunate reality was harsh.

Godspeed..your brother was locked up in Argus for life. He needed to pay for all the lives he took. As much as you pleaded with Cisco, he told you that ultimately it was up to a jury. If there was a vote for the death penalty, you knew that half the city would have petitioned for that.

Central City was safe.

Team Flash was safe.

Eobard was safe.

Barry stood in the speed lab, along with everyone else. He was still marveling at the clear difference, probably the same way you had when you first got there.

“I still can’t believe Cisco is a detective!”

Cisco smiled.

“What, is my doppleganger some kind of nerdy genius.” He laughed and Barry just awkwardly rubbed his neck. Cisco’s face changed.

“Wait, are you serious? Well I didn’t see that coming.” Joe laughed along with the rest of them.

“W-What about me? Am I a scientist in your universe as well?” Iris asked curiously. Barry looked at her fondly.

“You’re incredible in every universe.” She blushed at the compliment, and Bart stepped forward.

“Hands off she’s mine!!”

He stood defensively in front of her, and you know that just added to her already flustered state.

Barry wears an easy smile. 

Eobard is standing somewhat at the back. You’re standing the closest to him. The others are distracted, so you send him a smile that he returns weakly. There still felt like so much needed to be said. You opened your mouth to explain. But he shook his head.

“I was wrong.” He admits, taking your hands.

“I was selfish and angry. We all knew that your entire reason for being here was to get back home. I was being petty and I’m sorry."

His reaction was understandable.

“I’m sorry too.”

So much had changed.

“I want you to be happy.” You can tell he wants to say more, but you all see the blinking blue light on Barry’s suit.

“The portal..” He mutters.

The ring that appears right in front of him makes everyone take a much needed step back. With all that was happening, you supposed the time did get away from you. Barry has already given his goodbyes and he holds a hand out for you.

“Are you ready?”

You glance between him and everyone present. There is nothing but smiles.

“We’re gonna miss you.” Iris says.

“Might be better if you leave, I’m tired of you trying to outshine me.” Bart’s says.

“Don’t forget to put your Barry in his place when he’s annoying.” Caitlin quips.

“Be careful.” Joe advises.

“We won’t forget you.” Cisco smiles.

Your eyes land on Eobard, he can’t find the words to say. 

So he just provides the best smile that he can. He moves over for a hug, but you take his hands, and he’s a little confused.

“I’m not going back.”

It’s crazy. When you first got here, all you wanted was to leave.

Eobard is clearly taken aback.

Barry is the one who now looks sad. He’d been so sure that when he saw you he would be taking you home.

“You’re staying..”

You knew his whole reason for coming here was to save you. But you can’t leave. Because for the first time in a long time you can say that you are truly happy. Team Flash in your universe was great, but this is where you need to be.

It’s where you’re meant to be.

“Thank you for coming for me Barry.”

He wears a smile.

“I’ll always come for you.”

This was not the outcome he hoped for, but he respects your decision.

“We’ll always be family (Y/N).”

You do your best to hold in the tears as you smile at him.

“I know. I love you Barry Allen.”

He loses the battle. The tears come faster than he can stop them.

“I love you too.”

The device on his chest blinks again.

He sends you one last look before he steps inside.

Pretty soon he's completely through and you can see the portal slowly disappearing. 

It's gone in a matter of seconds.

“I can’t believe you were actually going to leave me, you jerk!!” Bart basically tackles you into a hug, and you laugh. Caitlin snickers.

“The second you were gone he was going to burst into tears.”

“No I wasn’t!!”

“You so were!!”

“Shut up!!”

The banter continues, and all you can do is laugh heartily as you stare back at your new friends.

New family. 

[shrinkthisviolet]

EoWells + Morgan + “We need to have ‘the talk’.” please!

This one got long, so I put it under the cut:

Eobard had never gotten a “talk”. At least, not about sex.

His parents hadn’t really cared what he did, as long as he minded his manners and watched Robern and was generally the perfect Thawne.

(He’d never been any good at that, hence the many “talks” about his failings, but that was a separate issue.)

Sex education in his century was…thorough, and he filled in all the gaps himself, never needing any input from his parents. He’d never had a sensitive stomach, so the details didn’t much faze him, even as a young teenager.

All that said…he didn’t even really consider the issue beyond that point. It vaguely crossed his mind while raising Morgan, but…she never showed any inclination towards such things, so he let himself hope.

But then…Morgan started dating her best friend, James Bennet-Evans. And that was…well, Eobard had a whole crisis about that.

James was a nice young man—well-mannered, handsome, thoughtful, and clearly cares about Morgan. She’d chosen well.

Unfortunately, this meant he now had a burdensome task on his hands…so he sighed and called her into his office on a day when she was visiting.

“What’s up, Dad?” She sat across from him curiously.

“Morgan, I…” he sighed. Where to begin? “You and James…”

“Isn’t he great?” She beamed.

“He is,” Eobard agreed, unable to suppress a smile, “and I’m happy for you both. But Starlight…I was hoping to talk to you about…well, something rather serious.”

She leaned forward. “What is it?”

“I…well, that is…we need to have…the Talk.”

She blinked. “The…huh?”

“About…well, when two people love each other very much, there can be—”

“Oh!” She turned bright-red, shaking her head. “Dad, I really don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Oh?” He frowned. “Why is that?”

“Well, I…that’s not really something I’m into.”

He could relate. But he also knew from talking to other parents that teenagers saying such a thing didn’t always make it true…especially since they often tended to change their minds. “Oh, you say that now. But”

“No, Dad. I’m serious. I really…I don’t want to…” she fidgeted uncomfortably. “God, how do I…it’s not something I’m—”

Goodness, why did she always have to be so stubborn? “Morgan, for goodness’s sake, you’re not a child. If you don’t want to hear it from me, just tell me so. I’m sure I can find some resources for—”

“No!” She blushed at her tone, which startled him too. She was rarely so sharp with him. “Sorry, I mean…I can find them myself. I’m sorry, I just…I’d rather figure that stuff out on my own, and…I can maybe ask you questions if I have any.”

“That sounds like a fine idea,” he agreed, relaxing. It’s a load off my mind, in any case. “Do let me know if you need reputable sources. I know sex education isn’t…the best—” understatement. What passed for sex education in these barbaric times was pitiful “—but I’m sure I could find something for you.”

“I’ll let you know.” She smiled shakily. “Thanks, Dad.”

He smiled warmly. “Anytime, Starlight.”

(A few years later, she came out to him as ace.

Well. That explains a few things.)

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🥰😭❓😍

🥰 a fluff WIP snippet

“Ooh, so you and Iris… friends or friends?” Cisco’s voice took on a slightly teasing lilt and Eddie found himself blushing. “Just friends,” Eddie said emphatically. “She’s pretty and amazing and if I swung that way I’d definitely be interested, but…” Cisco’s smile softened a bit. “I’m glad she’s got a real friend to help her through all this, then.” He hesitated and then added, “and if you’re looking for more friends, my own social calendar is looking pretty sparse these days.”

From a Cisco/Eddie fic that I intend to have Eobard slowly melting down from confusion in the background for.

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet

Hartley, tentatively, stepped into the room. Approached Harry’s desk with dread. He didn’t touch anything, just… skirted around the desk until he could see Harry sitting there, making not a single sound. Not the quietest breath, not the dimmest heartbeat. If not for his hearing, Hartley might have convinced himself that his mentor - his friend - was merely sleeping, slumped in his chair. He wasn’t sleeping.

From my E2 Hartley fic, though I don't know if I'll keep this or turn it into a flashback or what. I think I'm gonna shift gears with this one and have it start with Hartley's arrive on E1 with flashbacks filling in his backstory over time.

❓ any WIP snippet you want!

“Something wrong, Tommy?” Oliver asked, voice slurring slightly with sleep. “You were having a nightmare,” Tommy told him. “Thought it would be better if I woke you from a distance. Didn't want you reacting to someone unknown crouching over you as you woke up.” “Good call,” Oliver told him. “Mom tried waking me yesterday morning and… I was disoriented, didn't know where I was...” he looked away. “I could have hurt her.” “But you didn't. I bet she was a little shaken, but glad you're here now and not in a place where reflexes like that are necessary.” Tommy offered Oliver a smile. “What's your opinion on sleeping bags?”

from a Tommy/Oliver S1 rewrite. After finding Oliver having a nightmare and sleeping on the floor again, Tommy's big idea is to ease Oliver back into sleeping on beds. Starting with a sleeping bag.

This scene is set after Oliver and Tommy are 'saved' by the Hood and Tommy stays the night at Queen manor afterwards

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

Since I've been working on podficcing Invasion! The Pied Piper Corollary, I think I'll share one of my favorite parts from that one :D

"Anyway, eventually Mick handed the phone over to me so she could chew me out for not warning her about the aliens and not returning your calls. Did you seriously have to complain to her about that?" "Yes. It was obnoxious that in the middle of an alien crisis you couldn't be bothered to check your damn phone." "Because you were worried about me?" Cisco sounded amused, but not exactly teasing. Tentatively, Hartley replied, "yes." "I promise the next time I'm off being a superhero, I'll do a better job of returning your calls," Cisco promised.

It's a fun conversation - Hartley taunts Cisco with the fact that he got the day off work and thus slept in, whereas Cisco actually made himself get up and go in to work that morning. But they're both at that mutual pining point in their relationship, not that Hartley's quite yet realized that's whats going on yet since he's been determinedly not letting himself realize his crush this whole time. Cisco is absolutely hoping to turn their lunch and movie watching into a date, though.

[taxi-cab-to-slowtown]

Dick, a brave knight nicknamed “Nightwing” for his prowess and lightness on his feet: So I know you sent me to kill the leader of the demons… but there have been some complications

Eobard, the king of Central, who promised Dick his omega son’s hand in marriage in exchange for the demon King Slade’s hand: complications?? What kind?

Dick, covering the ring on his finger, blushing slightly: nothing… nothing *major*

"So I know you sent me to kill the leader of the demons…but there have been some complications" The hero said, trying to hide the ring on their finger.

[kryptona]

 @speedprofessor —— ⟨ starter call ⟩ ✕ accepting.

          If looks could kill, Eobard Thawne would have dropped dead moments ago —— the world saved from his raging desire to be the best, the fastest... or whatever new inferiority complex drove him onward these days. He was the reason that a new red lantern was on the loose, instead of being forcibly dragged to Ysmault, or simply killed. The rage-filled blow she used to knock him down would have brought her great pleasure, if she could have felt the emotion, of course; however, the mere output of anger would have to suffice.

As if to taunt, Kara stood at his side as to tower above him, seizing the position of power it offered. Her posture shifted towards one side, hand placed upon her hip —— and upon said hand rested her red power ring. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t snap you in half like a twig.”

[theroguesharlequin]

Coldflash or Coldflashwave, Royal AU, bodyguard/royal guard, + First Time (yes I will just keep asking for smut because you write it so well!)

He was such a pretty prince. Could they really be blamed for wanting a taste of something so refined and pure? To make that pristine crown just a little crooked?

Len and Mick had been paid to reinforce the castle's security after one too many assassination attempts on the Prince's life, on top of too many attempts to break into the treasury.

They were happy to take on the extremely well paying job (and leave just a few backdoors for their own personal use) with its many perks. Meeting the sweet and determined royal was just a bonus. A rather good one.

Barry, he insisted they call him Barry but Len preferred Scarlet, hadn't actually been raised royal. His life had been that classic fairy tale where a lowly farm boy ("I wasn't raised on a farm, Snart!") had turned out to be a long lost prince all this time ("Well technically my mother was a Duchess, but my uncle Eobard was-")

Either way, it had the benefit of making him bearable enough not to want to punch at every opportunity as opposed to other nobility. (Which was good, because that meant Mick's temper wouldn't cost them the job.)

The little prince held equal fascination with them, wanting to know their opinions on everything. And he actually listened attentively, using what he learned to govern his people better.

To be better.

Perhaps Central's future king wouldn't be a complete waste. ("Actually I'm not sure I want to be king. I'd much rather institute a democratic-")

After thwarting yet another attempt on Barry’s life, he insisted on patching them up. Mick was a little too happy to remove his clothes and let Barry get at the knife wound on his thigh. Len had let him tend the cut across his chest, close enough to feel his breath.

The blushing but attentive gaze Barry held as he tended them had sealed it for them.

The days after that, it took surprisingly little whispering in the Prince's ear, pressing too close for any illusions of politeness, and clever possessive hands touching royal assets to have the Prince come begging at their chambers.

It was quite the stroke to their egos, Len would admit, and to their pride as well.

Len had him first as was for the best for all involved. Mick wasn't particularly a rough lover despite what most would think, but his size just didn't allow for much gentleness either.

And of course their pretty Scarlet was a virgin, so extra consideration was necessary.

They made sure Barry was crying for them, wearing nothing but the softest red tunic (they loved him in red) as they took him apart bit by bit, bite to those pretty thighs by bite.

Len was sweet with him the first round, oh how quick and untried their Scarlet was, but by the second he was begging for Len to give him more. He had him on all fours, pretty ass in the air with a hand tugging on soft brown hair while Mick showed him just what his pretty mouth was really for.

Len finished with Barry leaning over Mick, whispering terrible deviant things a sweet Prince should never hear into his ear, as Mick played with his mouth.

As soon as Len pulled out, Mick pressed inside and had Barry ride him himself. It was cute to watch the wrecked Prince take a little control. Those strong legs built up from running and riding horses were certainly much better put to use riding cock.

After Barry collapsed against his chest, Mick held him tight and fucked into him much faster than Barry had managed, until all the little Prince could do was whimper and cry for them.

When Mick was finished, Len gave their Scarlet a long thorough kiss, stealing his very breath away until the Prince fell into sleep.

If anyone discovered the Prince was not in his room, Len and Mick could just say they were guarding his body much more closely tonight.

And perhaps his heart too.

[hells-wells]

Eobard Thawne Part 1

Our love is the love of the century:

It's finally here, the night of the particle accelerator, all of his plans are coming true. Everything went to plan but one thing-- he didn't foresee falling in love, how will this affect his plans moving forward?

*****Warning, contains Smut!!!******

The Flash Season One:

December 11th, 2013;

"From that first, small glimpse into the future, you struck me like lightning. Completely foreign to anything I’ve known, your kindness stood out along with your beauty. “

Eobard stalked the time vault while continuing to watch you with Grodd through the security monitors, stopping so he could place his fingers on your face, letting out a growl.

“I tried not to love you but time had something else planned for us. It understood that our love is the love of the century.”

Eobard made his way out of the room to you.

“Would you like another Apple, Grodd?” You sat down beside him, the bars separating you from the large silverback Gorilla, you watched as he signed “Yes, Mother.” It always confused you that he insisted to call you that, as you handed Grodd the apple, the door opened.

“Kitten.”

You turned with a smile to see Harrison. “I thought you would still be working?”

“I always have time for you.” He let out a small chuckle. “I should be asking you that, why are you down here?”

“I figured everyone would be busy, I’m out of the way down here.”

Harrison watched you as he knelt down, stroking your face.

“You are never in my way… In fact, I find myself unable to concentrate.” His smile grew.

“Oh? And why might that be?” You knew how much Harrison enjoyed it when you were bratty.

" I've grown accustomed to having you sit on my desk, watching me work, without your presence I cannot seem to get anything done."

"Well, we will have to fix that, after all the great Harrison Wells has a lot of work to do before the press conference." Batting your eyelashes while playing innocent, you leaned forward placing a small kiss on Harrison's cheek.

I need to give you this perfect moment before the explosion… Before everything changes for us to have a lasting memory.

“I have something for you.” He stood, pulling you with him.

You watched as he removed a little black box from his pocket.

“What is it?” you eyed him suspiciously.

“Ah ah,” He teased, gesturing NO with his right index finger.

“Still as impatient as ever Kitten, luckily for you, tonight so am I.”

Opening the black box, he watched you in fascination as you smiled, the blush circulating across your face.

“A lightning bolt?”

To show that you belong with The Reverse-Flash.

“With the risk of sounding cliche, you Miss Y/n hit me like lightning from the minute we met... You gave me something that I never thought possible… You brought me back to life.”

I mean every word, I crave you as I've never craved anyone else.

"You've done the same for me, it felt like I was frozen in time, and then you came along…

“Cliche isn’t a word I would use to describe you, but I like it. Harrison, it’s so beautiful."

"It's nothing compared to you, read the back."

You turned it over.

"Century?" The confusion showing on your face.

"What do I always tell you?"

You immediately realized the meaning behind it.

"Our love is the love of the century. Harrison!"

You leapt into his arms, feeling his heartbeat.

"This isn't like you at all, thank you."

"Anything for you."

He bent down slamming his lips onto yours, pressing your body against his.

"I was hoping we could go to the bunk room to have… some alone time before the press conference." He murmured into your ear, still holding you.

"Do you have time?' You asked, glancing at the clock that hung on the wall.

" The world can wait, for now, I want you."

You could feel the heat spreading through your body, his hands went around your neck, putting the necklace on.

"Perfect."

Holding his hand, he led you to the bunker room, thankfully it wasn't too far from where you were. It was a small room down the corridor that housed a spare desk and bed for when he didn't go home or for when you both needed time together.

Once inside the room, Harrison stood you in front of his desk, lifting your skirt up.

"Kitten, take them off."

Biting your lip, you did as you were told, sliding your underwear down, dropping them to the floor.

Harrison sat you on the desk, his warm hands pulling your legs apart.

Draping your arms around his neck, lightly dragging your nails back and forth.

"We can't make too much noise."

He continued talking as he held onto your hip and the other moved up your thigh, his long fingers brushing against your warm wet centre.

"Do you understand, kitten?"

You nodded.

"Already wet for me." He remarked.

His movements stopped, forcing you to look up at him with pleading eyes.

"Use your words."

You bit your lower lip again as you held his gaze.

"I'll try Har-"

He cut you off.

"I think you're purposely pushing my buttons, kitten, because you know I can't risk making too much noise by spanking you."

"Maybe." Your confidence grew, you ran your hand down his chest resting on his belt.

A low growl escaped his lips.

"You're lucky, if I had the time, this belt would be used to tie your wrists together." His smile grew. "Again?"

"I'll try my best daddy." You dragged out the word daddy, he liked it when you did this.

"That's better."

Harrison continued moving his fingers, gliding them up and down your folds as he kissed you, deeply, taking control as he always did, sliding his tongue over yours.

Moaning into the kiss while rocking your hips further into his hand. His lips moved to your neck, leaving you small kisses before removing his fingers, holding them out in front of you.

"Would my kitten clean them for me?"

He didn't need to ask, holding his wrist, you started slowly licking his hand, reaching the tip of his fingers, swirling your tongue around them before taking them as far down your throat as you could, using your tongue around them as you moved. Keeping eye contact as your head moved back and forth, hearing a husky moan escape from him made you go faster and faster until he withdrew them from you.

"Such a good girl, now, let me reward your good behaviour."

Kneeling down he spread your legs further apart.

"Mmm, I'm starving."

He wasted no time, licking you fully, repeating this a few times before focusing on your clit. At first, slowly moving back and forth, adding his fingers made you cry out.

"Please." You begged, grinding for more friction.

His chuckle sent shivers through your body.

"Are you my girl?"

"Mmm, ah! I'm your girl!" Your body trembled while you tried to whisper it. Harrison's movements sped up, that familiar feeling building, a knot beginning to form as you started to tighten around his fingers.

"Mmm, Gah! Fuck, please don't stop!"

Your orgasm hit fast, flowing through your shaking body, Harrison licked all the juices before standing back up.

"So much for not making any noise." He teased you.

"I tried." You breathed out, coming down from your high.

"I apologize that this next part will need to be quick."

His voice was husky with need as he pulled you off the desk and bent you over it, his hand feeling the curve of your arse.

You moaned hearing him unzip his pants.

"Spread your legs out more kitten."

Doing as you were told you were greeted with feeling him sliding his hard length through your folds.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, daddy." You leaned into him.

He lined himself to your entrance, gently pushing in, then back out. You moaned meeting his thrusts, as they became rougher the louder yours became.

"Mmm…

Your…

Always…

Ready for…

Daddy's cock…"

Harrison struggled to speak as his movements became messy.

"Fuck…

Tell me...

You want me."

You copied his actions and bounced back on his length.

"I…

I need you!

I love how you fuck me!"

That's all it took, you felt him twitch inside you as he released his slick load into you. After a minute he stepped back, tucking himself back in, gazing at you while you dressed.

"We better go, you're late.* You smiled.

Following Harrison outside to the press conference, he stopped at the steps, leaning down.

"Stand with me?" He whispered.

This surprised you, after all, he was the one that wanted you to stay private.

"While I appreciate the thought, won't it be weird if I'm up there? I'm not a scientist, just your assistant."

"Watch from here?"

You happily agreed.

"Thank you, my name is Harrison Wells. Tonight the future begins."

Next

[taylorsage22]

Fun Foursome(Malcolm Merlyn x Reader x Damien Darhk x Eobard Thawne

Request-Hi, can you write Eobard Thawne x Malcolm Merlyn x reader x Damien Darhk smut? Thankss

Warning- Poorly written smut, Foursome. 3 men 1 woman.

“Oohh, Malcolm, baby, yes right there,” I moaned as I was having a dream at the back of the living room. “Oh God Eo, you know the right spots too. Oh, and not let me forget about Damien too, big boy.”

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Damien’s voice asked me.

“Haha, she’s having a wet dream,” Eobard laughed.

“But saying our names?” Malcolm asked.

“I guess she wants the Legion of Doom dicks,” Eobard said.

I opened my eyes to see them standing above me, “I do not want your dicks,” I said while ignoring my throbbing and very wet clit.

“Oh really, what about if I do something like this,” Eobard said before putting his lips on my own and lightly pressed his fingers on my inner thigh.

“Oh,” I moaned through the kiss as Eobard Thawne is a terrific kisser and moved my hips when his fingers lightly rubbed my thigh, wanting it inside of me.

“See, you reacted to my touch,” Eobard teased as he pulled away.

I groaned as I hated myself to carry away with my sexual desires. Why do they have to be so irresistible?

“Okay, how about we make a deal,” Malcolm said upfront.

“What kind of deal?” I asked with confusion.

“We know that you want us to destroy your clit,” Malcolm said before looking at Eobard and Damien. “And us three have been stressed out with The legends, we need to let it all out.”

“So by that, we would like to have a little fun with you Ms. (Y/N), by having a little orgy porgy party right here, right now,” Eobard said suavely.

“And we all know you want to do this,” Damien said while eyeing my blank expression.

I have always had a dream of fucking all three of them, but I never thought I would be actually doing it real life.

“Don’t waste such a wonderful opportunity that a whole other girls would love to,” Malcolm said, pushing my buttons.

“Alright, alright,” I said feisty, mostly because I was very wet down there. “I’ll do it.”

“Perfect, Eobard, show her how it is done,” Damien commanded him.

“Everything is going to be all fine,” Malcolm said as if he knew my anxiety of what is going to happen. How did I even got here on the first place?

“Before I start, Damien, sit behind her, and Malcolm, sit on the side of her,” Eobard ordered.

The boys did what they were told. I was set in between Damien legs, feeling the outline of his crotch, as he was sitting behind me. Malcolm sat next to me on the side, watching our every mood.

Then, my attention was caught off when a pair of soft and tender lips started to kiss me as his tongue glided my lower lip for an entrance. My lips started to betray me as I got lost into the kiss I was having with Eobard. But I separated a bit to take off my shirt to reveal my black lace bra.

“A little bit eager are we?” Eobard teased as he took off his shirt to showcase his ripped abs.

I licked my lips as I admired them before I was caught off when I felt another pair of hands unclipping my bra to reveal my exposed breasts.

“You don’t need this,” Damien said while throwing my bra to the ground

 "You’re very beautiful, (Y/N),“ Malcolm said while licking lips as his eyes glanced at my breasts.

Eobard and Damien murmured with agreements with him as Damiens’ cold thumbs brushed my nipples. Then another pair of hands started to rub me down there as they took off my shorts.

"Damn, she’s absolutely soaking wet,” Eobard said as he felt me.

I started to blush as I felt embarrassed of me being so wet from the hot dream that I had of them, but I feel proud of my wetness.

“Of course, who wouldn’t be in my position,” I said.

“Oh, feisty, feisty, let’s see if you’re going to be like that for a long time if I do this,” Eobard said before rubbing me through my panties.

Throwing my head back, my moans started to fill the room, but it got louder when Eobard tore off my panties to rub my clit with his tongue. My hips moved to the same speed he was going Actually my hips were going alot slower because he was going incredibly fast.

“(Y/N), open your eyes and look at Eobard,” Damien ordered, reminding me that there are two other people in the room.

With all the force I could master, I opened my eyes to look at Eobard creating eight shapes with his tongue.

Damien's hot breath hit my neck as I knew he was getting heated down there as I pressed more pressure on his crotch, making him gasp as I was panting from Eobard’s magical touch.

“Should I let her cum?” Eobard asked while deadly rubbing me in a very slow pace.

I grunted of him separating his tongue from me, wanting nothing but more pleasure.

“Let’s ask (Y/N), (Y/N), do you want to cum?” Malcolm asked me.

“Yes,” I pleaded.

“Beg for it, babygirl, “ Eobard said with a small smirk, “You have to beg with everything you have.”

“Please!” I begged as I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I can’t hear you,” Eobard joked.

“Eobard, please! I need your tongue,” I pleaded before I felt him licking me he has to be using his speed, feeling the sensation throughout my body again.

  My moans filled the room again as Eobard was eating me out as he rapidly pounded his finger in me and licked my clit. Then once he hit my g-spot, I came on his mouth to let him taste me.

“Do you want to taste, baby?” Eobard asked while sucking off my juices from his mouth and offering me his finger that splattered with my cum.

I nodded my head as he placed his fingers inside my mouth for me to suck his finger clean before he started to kiss me again.

“(Y/N), get on top of Damien,” Eobard ordered me once we finished kissing.

I turned around to see Damien taking off his shirt as I got on top of him to straddle his stomach. I let my hands to roam over his abs and his terrific v-lines while I grinded my wet center against his boner.

He threw his head back as he gasp by the friction. I smirked until I saw a shirtless Malcolm taking off his pants, his full on erection slapping against his abdomen. My mouth started to water as I saw it, wanting it like crazy.

Still grinding on Damien, I motioned Malcolm over so I could put my mouth on him .  His member would hit the back of my throat as my hand would massage his balls.

Having both of the men moans filling my ears, I rapidly started to move my movements. When I felt Malcolm twitched in my mouth, his cum squirt for me to taste the sweetness of him.

“You’re such a mess,” I smirked as I glanced down to see wetness spreading on Damien’s pants after cleaning Malcolm off.

Damien flushed before turning his eyes dark with lust, “I’m a mess when a hot girl like you grinds on me."

I rolled my eyes until I felt Eobard’s hand on my ass, squeezing them, as he pressed it against his hard on member.

"Damien, let (Y/N) get on her knees so I could show her how this should be really done,” Eobard purred in my ear before sucking my neck and slapping my ass hard.

 I glanced between the three beautiful men to see them complete naked, still don’t know how I got myself in this position. Damien was fully recovered from his orgasm as he wiggled out from his pants, his dick was dripping from the cum he shot in his pants.

“You want this, don’t you?” Damien asked me, seductively. “In your pretty little mouth.”

I was going to answer but I felt Eobard entering me from behind, causing me to moan. He gave me few seconds to adjust to his big size before thrusting into me.

“Oh yes, (Y/N), moan for daddy. Doesn’t it feel good having my cock inside of you, making you feel good,” Eobard talked dirty as he smacked and squeezed my ass, making me moan. “Yes moan, baby girl.”

“Open wide,” Damien told me while caressing my cheek.

After getting into Eobard, I remembered about the other two people and saw Damien right in front of me. I placed my lips around his member’s tip and sucked on it while using my tongue to kitten lick it.

Once having a good rhythm with these two, I looked over to see Malcolm jerking himself. I shooed his hand away and replaced it with my own hand around him and started to make him feel good.

It wasn’t long until all of us were moaning at the same time.

“You’re so tight and feel good so good around me, babe,” Eobard grunted as his hands reached over to squeeze my breasts.

His dirty talk caused me to moan on Damien, causing Damien to cum very fast. He collapsed on the bed as I cleaned him off with my mouth.

Eobard continued to dirty talk , making me to speedily move my hand on Malcolm’s dick. With just a few more movements, Malcolm came and Flopped down next to Damien.

“Are you going to cum, baby girl? C’mon, cum all over daddy’s cock,” Eobard said to me as he continued to squeeze either my ass or breasts.

With him rapidly moving himself inside of me, I clenched around his base for us to orgasm together. Eobard and I collided by the Damien and Malcolm as we all panted together to get our breathing rhythm back to normal.

“Well, that was fun,” Damien said with a huge smile to me.

I rolled my eyes, I never thought I would’ve had this happening to me, but it was definitely fun, “Very much.”

[jade4813]

Sparks Fly, Chapter 14

Title: Sparks Fly

Rating: NC-17

Synopsis: Everybody knows sparks fly whenever Barry Allen and Iris West are together. Their mutual animosity is legendary. But when Iris returns to Central City to investigate recent sightings of a mysterious red streak, she discovers a hero she just can’t resist…and Barry struggles to hide the unrequited feelings he can’t deny.

Chapters: 14/?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Iris didn’t know how long she stood there, in that place that wasn’t really a place, trying to process what the speed force had told her. Time was irrelevant where she was. Or, she corrected herself with a sardonic smile, perhaps someone like Barry would tell her that time was irrelative where she was. There was no way to mark its passing because it didn’t seem to pass so much as it converged around her – the past, present, and future swirling around this makeshift construct of ground upon which she stood, melding together, before breaking apart again to go its separate ways.

“If you stay here for very long, you may die. But without a lightning rod on the other side, I don’t know how to send you back where you belong.” The words echoed in her head, too immense to contemplate, leaving her weak as she tried to fight off the panic that had swept over her from the moment they had been uttered. But Iris had neither the time nor the luxury for panic. She wasn’t the type to go down without a fight.

Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and counted to ten as she slowly exhaled. Twice. A third time. And then she opened her eyes, determined to focus on the problem and not the what ifs that would overwhelm her. Every problem had a solution, her father had once told her. Of course, he’d been talking about juggling homework and not being trapped in a place outside of space and time when he’d said the words, but she had to believe they still applied. If only because she had no other option.

Focusing on the mist around her, Iris could still see shadows of her other lives in other worlds and times and realities. But this time, she didn’t shy away. She focused, hoping she could find some sort of answer there. Focus on the problem. Every problem has a solution. Sometimes she just had to reframe the question, she reminded herself silently as she watched the images flicker by. Blushing and looking away when the pictures she saw were more intimate than anything she’d ever done with the man she knew.

What was the problem? Well, she was stuck in the speed force. It didn’t seem like any version of herself had ever faced that dilemma before – though with the apparent thousands upon thousands of versions of Barry and Iris that did or could or might exist, she could hardly swear to it. Either way, that train of thought wasn’t getting her anywhere.

So instead of the situation, she turned her attention to the act itself. The Man in Yellow, Eobard, abandoning her within the speed force. Wanting to hurt her. Wanting to destroy the Flash.

As she thought about the villain of her nightmares, the images around her flickered and changed. No longer was she watching the love she and Barry were apparently destined to share. Instead, she watched countless battles between the Flash and his arch-nemesis in yellow.

Holding her breath (though she apparently didn’t breathe here any more than she suffered from the passage of time), she watched battle after battle. Eobard facing off against the Flash and losing. Or at least not winning, as sometimes the battles ended in a tie or a temporary retreat. Either way, Eobard failed to kill his sworn enemy. Again and again.

But it wasn’t just Barry and Eobard in the scenes before. Sometimes she was there, too – or some other version of her, at least. Eobard racing toward her, determined to snap her neck. To put his hand through her heart. And the Flash intervening, saving her life. Too many times to count.

She was reminded of the night Eobard had attacked her in her own home. Barry had shown up that night, too. She had thought it was a coincidence. Sheer luck. But was that really the case? The visions in front of her suggested otherwise. No matter how great their love, there was no way that Barry could just happen to save her from death at the hands of another speedster thousands upon thousands of times. There was simply no way. Particularly since, once or twice in the flickering images, she could swear that it wasn’t Barry who came to her rescue at all but some other speedster (a revelation she tucked away for future contemplation, as she pondered who these other speedsters could be and if they might exist on her world and reality, as well).

“The speed force is not just something that gives speedsters their powers. I am a part of them, and they are a part of me. Just like I created the Flash, and the Flash creates me in return. But that power is more than someone without that connection can control … I would never hurt you. Not intentionally. But you were never meant to enter the speed force for very long. You are the one who brings Barry back. Not the other way around.”

Iris mulled over the words the speed force had told her, feeling that they were more significant than she’d first realized. The speed force needed Barry. Maybe it even loved him – if such a thing were possible. And Barry, it had said, needed her. Which meant, in a sense, the speed force needed her.

Enough to act to protect her in countless lives and realities? Helping Barry to reach her side, to save her life, time and again? Perhaps.

As intriguing – and, to be honest, a little terrifying – as that thought was, it didn’t really help with her current predicament. Given what the speed force had told her, she suspected it would help her escape, if such a thing was in its power. If it hadn’t immediately expelled her back into her reality, she had to believe it simply couldn’t do so of its own volition.

Allowing herself one single huff of disappointment that her prior train of thought hadn’t gotten her any closer to the answer, Iris took a mental step back and tried to find a new way to analyze the problem. So long as she remained calm and focused, she told herself a solution had to come eventually. She couldn’t afford to give in to the despair of thinking otherwise.

In silence, Iris studied the images in front of her again. Barry and Eobard fighting, pushing each other faster and faster. Moving at speeds too fast for the eye to see. She found herself wondering idly what their top speed might be. What was the fastest any speedster had ever moved? Fast enough to bring her into the speed force itself and abandon her in this strange unreality, at least.

Wait. That was it. Eobard had carried her into the speed force. Or, rather, he’d thrown her into it, but that suggested that either he or others had entered the speed force before. Well, either before or after. The lack of time relativity was really messing with Iris’s mind. However, one way or another, other speedsters must have either entered or carried others into the speed force at some point.

No. Not others. The speed force had indicated that she was the first non-speedster to find herself inside it. Though not that she’d been the first person to find herself inside it. It was a critical distinction that gave her a rush of excitement, convinced that she might be on the right path. If other speedsters had entered the speed force, perhaps one of them could bring her back home.

Of course, it was unlikely that the solution would be so easy as flagging down a passing speedster like she might hail a cab. But she didn’t let that demoralize her. She just had to take things one step at a time.

Once again, the images in the mist around her morphed in answer to her silent request. Other versions of the Flash, racing into a black void, like the one she’d glimpsed just before finding herself in this place. The images confirmed her suspicions. Speedsters typically didn’t enter the speed force when they ran. Perhaps they just channeled its energy, like a racer using nitrous to give their car a boost, not needing to crawl into the engine to tap into that extra bit of speed. (It was an imperfect analogy at best, she supposed, but it would do.)

Except if they didn’t always enter the speed force when they ran, Iris needed to determine when and why they did if she was going to find a way to flag one down and ask them to carry her home. As she pondered the question, a flicker of yellow caught her eye, and she watched as Eobard himself raced into the speed force. He did so more than once, studying the pictures as she tried to figure out his purpose. She was struggling to put the pieces together until she saw something that made them fall into place, making her gasp. She watched as Eobard ran into the speed force from a place that looked like something out of a futuristic science fiction novel, racing out again to come to a stop in front of the Allen’s home.

The speed force had confirmed that he was from the future, that he had traveled into the past determined to kill the Flash. Was this the moment he had made his fateful journey? It had to be, didn’t it? Which meant that, whatever other reasons speedsters might enter the speed force, they did so in order to travel through time.

Which admittedly didn’t help her much. Eobard definitely wasn’t the only person to have ever raced into the speed force, and as Iris watched the images flickering around her, she realized that he wasn’t even the only one to have ever time traveled before. But that didn’t really help her, since she suspected he would hardly be willing to take her home, and she didn’t know how to get the attention of any other speedster going on a trip through time in order to make the request.

But still, she felt that she was close to an answer. She had to be, because nothing else came to mind. Closing her eyes to block out the images that might otherwise distract her, Iris began to pace back and forth, hoping the physical activity would help clear her mind.

How long had she been in this place, she wondered. Without being subject to the passage of time, did it really matter? It might have been ten minutes. It might have been an eternity. She had no idea.

Wait. Time. That gave her a thought. Time was irrelative here, so it really didn’t matter that speedsters didn’t race through the speed force whenever they used their powers. She didn’t have to worry that she’d missed her chance to catch a passing speedster because the speed force was no time and yet every time in equal measure. In a sense, every moment in time was happening all around her, all at once. So it wasn’t a matter of when it might happen but how she might get someone’s attention. Someone who didn’t want to kill her, she mentally corrected herself.

That gave her an idea, although it seemed a bit far-fetched. Still, what was the harm in trying? “Flash, help me!” she yelled into the mist that surrounded her. As expected, nobody heeded her call. But sometimes the biggest problems had the easiest solutions, so it had been worth a shot.

Sucking in a deep, calming breath, Iris returned her attention to the problem. As she paced, she swung her arms back and forth – an old trick she used to do when studying for finals in college, because someone had told her it helped to get the blood flowing to her brain. Well, she didn’t know if her blood really flowed, exactly, in this timeless space. But she did stop short when the movement gave her another idea.

Opening her eyes, Iris focused, willing the images around her to change once more. And so they did, showing speedsters in a rainbow of colors as they raced. Electricity of different colors sparking behind them, papers and other detritus left spinning in their wake. It happened pretty much every time they ran, this impact of their speed on the world around them.

If only she had someone like Barry with her to help explain the physics of what she was watching; she’d only ever studied basic physics in school, and that was long ago. Still, there was no point in wasting time wishing for things that she didn’t have. Instead, she watched the scenes before her with narrowed eyes, trying to make sense of what she was seeing for herself. In particular, she watched the papers that were sent flying when the Flash ran past.

Iris couldn’t necessarily explain the physics for any of it, but for a split second, it was as though the papers were drawn towards the Flash as he ran, before being sent in a spiraling dance to the floor, carried by the wind that was an inevitable aftermath of such incredible speed. If that was the case, could she use such a phenomenon to return home? She didn’t need to be carried for miles. She just needed enough momentum to propel her through the vortex that appeared whenever a speedster entered and exited the speed force. The papers only appeared to be drawn in for a split second, but that was all she really needed. Particularly since time, as she’d already established, was fluid inside the speed force.

Perhaps she was on completely the wrong path, but she had at least one theory for how to return home, which was more than he’d had before. Now all she needed was a passing speedster to test it out. With every moment in time occurring more or less simultaneously, it would take focus to latch onto one that she needed. Like the images in the mist had required focus to form into anything of use.

First, she tried to think of the moment she had seen previously, when Eobard had traveled into the past for what she assumed to be the first time. But it didn’t seem to do any good. Perhaps the thought was too vague to offer the speed force much direction. The problem was, she didn’t know a more specific moment that Eobard – or any other speedster, for that matter – had traveled through time.

Except…she did. Didn’t she? The night her dad had first seen the Man in Yellow. Sure, it was possible that Eobard had been lurking around for years, waiting for the perfect moment to put his plan into action. But Iris doubted it. She suspected he would consider it a waste of time. Particularly since time was something he appeared willing to manipulate.

It occurred to her that, even if she was right, there was a chance this would leave her stranded in the past, on the night Eobard had killed three police officers and terrorized her father as part of his plan to destroy the Flash. She had no idea how she would get back to where – or when, rather – she belonged.

But one step at a time. First, she had to get herself out of the speed force. Then she’d figure out what to do next.

[stilloutofmyvulcanmind]

DC Drabbles

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“You have no idea how much I want you right now” + Jason Todd x Reader

“You make me feel safe” + Sara Lance x Reader

“You have no idea how much I want you right now” + Barry Allen x Reader

“I fell in love with you, not them” + Bruce  Wayne x Reader

“Don’t cry” + Dick Grayson x Reader

“Kiss me” + Kate Kane x Reader

“Come cuddle” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

“You look like you could use a hug” + Harry Wells x Reader

“Shut up and kiss me” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

“Will you marry me?” + “I’m pregnant” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

“You’re special to me” + “You’re making me blush” + Jason Todd x Reader

“Why are you naked?” + Eobard Thawne x Reader

“Put me down!” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Sharing a bed + Eobard Thawne x Reader

“Oh, are you ticklish?” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

“I don’t deserve to be loved” + H.R Wells x Reader

“You don’t believe in aliens?” + Clark Kent x Reader

“It’s lonely here without you” + Sherloque Wells x Reader

“Promise me that when the time is right you’ll bring me home. Promise me I’ll see you again. In another life if not this one.” + Harry Wells x Reader

“You were never replaceable. Not to me.” + H.R x Reader

“You’re probably the only person I wouldn’t burn if I was given a match” + Nash Wells x Reader

“I find that I cannot say 'I love you’ in any language that truly conveys its meaning” + Sherloque Wells x Reader 

“I never cared much for the stars, but you look radiant in their light.” + Bruce Wayne x Reader

Kiss to the side of the neck + Bruce Wayne

Kiss to the space between the eyebrows + Nash Wells

Kiss to the corner of the mouth + Sherloque Wells

Kiss to the palm + H.R Wells

Kiss on the cheek + John Constantine

“I love you, and I know you may never feel the same, but I’m okay with that” + Bruce Wayne

“You make me feel safe. Like I’m allowed to be anything I want” + Bruce Wayne

“I’m not afraidd to die. Just wish I could’ve lived a little first” + Bruce Wayne

“You’ll always have me” + Eowells

“You’re bleeding- how long have you been hiding this?” + Nash Wells

“I love you, and I know you may never feel the same, but I’m okay with that” + Eobard Thawne

“You make me feel safe. Like I’m allowed to be anything I want” + John Constantine

“I love you, and I know you may never feel the same, but I’m okay with that” + Harry Wells

“I trust you with my life” + Eobard Thawne

“Wanna go grab a drink?” + Bruce Wayne

“You make me happy” + Nash Wells

“I am home” + H.R Wells

“I’ll keep you warm” + H.R Wells

“Why me?” + Eobard Thawne

“Why are you awake?” + Nash Wells

“Have you seen my hoodie?” + Ray Palmer

“There’s nobody out there” + Sherloque Wells

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself” + Nash Wells

“You’ve done the unthinkable. You’ve made me fall in love” + Nash Wells

“You look so comfy and cuddle-able.” “That’s not a word.” + Harry Wells

“I’ve never noticed that scar before” + Harry Wells

“How much have you had to drink?” + Harry Wells

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne (Flash) Chapter 23 - Final

When you finally wake up, you’re not really sure what time it is.

The pleasant aches in your body have disappeared. But you still feel every touch. Every thrust.

Every position.

Your cheeks heat up as you cover your face.

“I can’t believe it.”

You’re both speedsters, so you weren’t shocked at Eobard’s stamina. But even for him that was..intense.

Was it possible to lose count of how many times you came in one night. Because you sure as hell did.

“Feeling a little post sex embarrassment.”

You squeal, because he’s laying there with a proud smile.

“H-How long have you been awake?!”

“A while. I was just admiring my bashful lover.”

Your blush deepens. It’s a little weird to see this sweet dopey side of him. The smile he wears is so soft.

“I hope that I’m the only one who ever gets to see those expressions.” It’s a soft musing, and he brushes the hair out of your face.

“It’ll only be you.”

He’s the only one you want.

~~~

Walking into the Star Labs is embarrassing to say the least. Eobard is wearing a big smile. The first thing you notice is Eli. He approaches, and he looks excited. He moves to hug you but then stops.

“What’s wrong?”

You already had your hands out.

“I want to hug you but I’m not sure what fluids are attached to your body.”

You flush.

“We were practicing.”

“EOBARD!!”

He doesn’t look the least bit guilty for traumatizing your future child.

Eli just grumbles with a disgusted look on his face.

“Didn’t realize my dad was so shameless.” You should expect the behavior by now. Everyone else in the room is just wearing smiles. You may not have recalled all that happened, but it’s clear that there’s a story.

When Eli takes a step towards Eobard holding out his hand, you don’t expect it.

His head is hanging low.

“I’m sorry about what I said. I was hurt and angry. I-I should have had more faith in you. Thank you..for bringing her back.” Eli won’t really meet Eobard’s eyes.

Eobard nods, and you expect him to go in for the shake. But when he steps closer he pulls him into a hug. Eli is stunned, and so are you.

“I love you, and I can't wait to meet you in the future. I’ll do it right this time.”

Just when you think there would be no more surprises. It takes Eli a moment to respond, and when he does, he buries his face into his father’s shoulder and holds on tight. The scene makes your chest warm in the best way.

“Family hug!!” You cheer.

You run into them and Eli begins laughing.

“Mom, we’re trying to have another moment!” He says between the tears and laughter. This is the second time that you’ve done this, and you can tell it makes him secretly happy.

“I know.”

You’re smiling just as widely as you leave a kiss on Eli’s head. Eobard does the same, right after he looks at you, leaning in for a kiss that you return happily.

The team is watching from the sidelines, and Cisco wipes the corner of his eyes.

“Are you crying Ramon?” Harry asks.

“No! I just had something in my eyes. Don’t judge me!” Caitlin laughs.

All of you jolt when you hear a crackle of lightning. A huge portal opens behind Cisco and he screams grabbing unto Harry. The dark haired scientist sends him a look, and Cisco pulls away clearing his throat.

“I wasn’t scared.” Cisco defends.

Harry doesn’t believe a word.

You pull back from Eli, and you can see from the look on his face that he doesn’t truly want to leave.

“I have to go..”

You know, it doesn’t make it hurt any less. It’s hard seeing such a bright future and then slowly waiting for it to become reality. Eobard gives Eli one last pat on his head.

“Thank you for everything, son.”

Those words bring back the tears in Eli’s eyes. He laughs it off.

“Jeez you got so soft.” He wipes his eyes into his shirt as he moves towards the portal. You grab his hand out of instinct and he halts, looking back. When you realize you release.

“S-Sorry I just..” You aren’t sure what to say.

He smiles.

“I know.”

He doesn’t need an explanation. He runs in for one final hug, kissing you on the cheek. When he pulls back, he shows a peace sign.

“Say hi to baby me I guess!!” He’s wearing a grin.

Before he steps inside, he takes one last look at everyone.

“Thank you all, for everything.”

Barry means to thank Eli. Because his appearance has solidified Eobard’s humanity. Something he can’t say he always thought was possible.

“As they say in this time, catch you on the flip side!”

You smile at him with all the love you felt since the moment he showed up. He looks pretty cheeky, zooming right into the portal with a salute. The portal is gone shortly after. There’s a strange sense of relief. Because although you wish he could stay forever. You know he’s back where he belongs. So you don’t dwell on the fact that he’s gone.

Because you know you will see him again.

“Goodbye Eli.”

You never thought you would be here. Having a family with Eobard of all people. But you don’t regret a thing. You’re just happily awaiting what the future brings.

[fics-of-culture]

Kiss Kiss

Summary: Your favorite Wells invites you to a gala

Ship: Harry Wells x Reader

Words: 2,247

A/N: I am reposting all of my old fics because my old account accidentally got deleted.

  You’re not quite sure how you ended up in this situation. You’re dressed up to the nines hanging off the arm of the Harrison Wells as you step into a beautiful ballroom that’s been decorated for tonight’s gala. You should probably back up a bit. First off, the Harrison Wells who’s arm is currently interlocked with yours is actually Earth 2 Harrison wells. Or Harry for short. In fact, you’re not even on your Earth at the moment. After working with Team flash to put a stop to zoom, Harry invited you to come back to Earth 2 with him and Jesse as a vacation of sorts. After seeing how fascinated you were with earth 2 on your first little visit, he knew you’d be unable to refuse.

You were sitting in his office in Star Labs a few days ago, waiting for him to finish up his work as you look through the photos you’d taken around the town. It was really amazing how similar and yet completely different this Earth was. You swiped to a photo of a frowning Harry. He had been acting as your unofficial tour guide while you visited Earth 2. He gave you his famous Harry scowl when he saw you point your camera at him. You were happy to be spending so much time with the man without having to worry about your lives being in danger. You had developed a crush on him when you first met on Earth 1. Despite the physical appearance, Harry was nothing like Eobard Thawne and you were glad for it. Despite his rough exterior, you two had warmed up to each other rather quickly and you were hoping this trip would be the perfect opportunity to get to know him more.

Your musings were interrupted by the object of your thoughts and affections. He stormed into his office, letting out a harsh sigh. He walked straight past you as though he hadn’t noticed your presence. He fell into his desk chair and started running his hands in his hair as he muttered to himself.

“Hey Harry, you doing okay?” You ask him gently. He looks up at you sharply, having just realized he was not alone and let out another harsh sigh as he realizes it’s just you.

“I’m fine.” He says simply, dropping his hands into his lap and avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah, you really look fine.” You respond, giving him a skeptical look. He quirks up an eyebrow at you. You’ve known him well enough at this point to know that he’s challenging you. Silently daring you to question him further. You stand and walk over to his desk, waiting for a response. Harry huffs as he realizes that you don’t intend to back down.

“It’s nothing really, I was just reminded by my secretary that there’s an important gala coming up. My presence is required and I don’t...” You hear him mutter something else but you can’t hear what he’s saying.

“What?” You ask. Leaning against his desk as you try to hear him better.

“I don’t have a date! Okay? It’s usually expected for people like me to not show up to these things alone.” He sighs a third time and runs his hands over his face. He’s obviously uncomfortable with confessing this to you. You can see him trying to cover up a slight blush with his hands.

“I figured there would be people lining up to go out with the famous Harrison Wells.” You tease. He looks horrified at you from behind his fingers.

“I’m not going to just take some random stranger to this thing. This is an important event with-“

“Harry! I’m just teasing!” You cut him off, not really wanting to let him go into a rant about how important this event is. You lean towards him and gently pry his hands off his face. “Look, if it’s so important, I can go with you. You know me well enough to know I’m not going to embarrass you in front of all your big, important friends.” You give him a cheeky look, waiting for him to retaliate at your little jab. Instead when you look at him all you see is his slightly dumbfounded expression. His cheeks are flushed and you realize that you’ve been holding his hands this entire time. You let them go and mutter a small apology, assuming that you’ve made him uncomfortable. He seemingly snaps out of his little trance and clears his throat awkwardly.

“I wouldn’t want to ask you to do something that would make you uncomfortable...” He trails off, looking at you warily. You smile at him in a soothing manner and he seems to relax a bit.

“You wouldn’t be making me uncomfortable. I just want to help. Besides, I’ve never been to a gala before. It’ll probably be fun!” He gives you a dry chuckle.

“You’d be surprised how boring these things can be. But if you’d really like to go, who am I to oppose you.” You spend the rest of the day with Harry in his office until he finishes his work and the two of you head back to his house where you’re staying for the duration of the trip. You find yourself slowly getting more and more excited for the upcoming gala.

~~~

You snap back to reality as Harry leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You look gorgeous tonight.” A blush spreads up your neck as you feel Harry’s breath dance across your skin. You do your best to suppress a shiver. Harry had given you his credit card earlier that day to buy something to wear to the gala. It was clear that your efforts had paid off. Harry hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you’d met up outside. He insisted that he escort you into the building ‘properly’. Know you’re just wondering if that’s just an excuse to have his hands on you.

“I’m going to get us some drinks. You stay here.” You could still feel Harry’s breath on your neck as he spoke. You only vaguely noticed that he was much closer to you than necessary. You breathlessly nodded your approval to him and he went off in search of champagne. You took that moment to catch your breath and look around at the other couples in the ballroom. It was clear to you that these people make more in a year than you probably would in your entire lifetime. People in beautiful suits and gowns drinking, laughing, and dancing the night away.

Your line of sight is cut off as a man steps in-front of you. You hold back a shocked gasp as you look up at Leonard Snart. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing here when you remember that you’re not on your Earth. You’re on Earth 2. And on Earth 2, Leonard Snart somehow becomes mayor. You’re still not sure you trust him, but you remain silent as he introduces himself.

“Well, hello there. It’s not often you see new faces at functions like these. I’m Leonard Snart, Central City’s mayor. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake the hand that he offers. Still not quite sure what to say.

“Name’s Y/n it’s nice to meet you as well. I’m sort of new in town which is probably why we’ve never met.” You force yourself to play nice with the Snart doppelgänger, reminding yourself that you promised Harry you’d be good.

“Well, allow me to be the first to welcome you to this fair city.” He smiles at you and you know he’s trying to be charming. You’d spent enough time with Snart prime to know his mannerisms.

“Thank you so much, Mayor Snart. I haven’t been here very long but the city is beautiful!” He smiles at you. And for a moment you think that if your Snart after more like this one, you could easily fall for him. That is, of course, if you’d never met Harry.

“Please, call me Leonard. I try to avoid professionalism if I can.” He winks at you and you find yourself giggling at his flirty nature. “I must say,” he continues, “I’m surprised to find someone so beautiful all by themselves. You’re not with anyone tonight by any chance?” Just as you’re about to respond you hear an intimidating voice sound off behind you.

“She’s with me, Snart.” You feel Harry behind you as he hands you your drink. Snart’s preciously flirtatious expression slides into a cool smile as he regards your date. Harry places his hand possessively on the small of your back. He takes a slow sip of his drink, his eyes never breaking contact from Snart. You suddenly feel very awkward.

“It’s good to see you again Harrison. Everyone was concerned with your sudden disappearance a few months ago.” Leonard suddenly seems a lot less friendly and you get the feeling that these two do not like each other.

“Yeah, well, I’m back now.” Harry speaks sharply. He pulls you closer to his side, conveying to everyone in the room that you are off limits. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to spend some more time with my date.” He practically spits those last two words at Snart, who seems disappointed at the revelation that you are, in fact, taken. Before anyone can say another word, Harry all but drags you to the dance floor. Forcing you to put down your glass on a nearby table as he pulls you into his embrace. You start to sway back and forth and you feel as though you can barely focus due to the close proximity. You desperately think of something to say in order to dispel the nervous feeling bubbling up.

“What was that about?” You ask, looking up at Harry. He groans a little at the question.

“That guy’s a jerk no matter what Earth he’s on.” You laugh a bit at his petulant expression. He reminds you of a child who refuses to play nice with the other kids on the playground. You decide to tease him a bit for it.

“He seemed very friendly to me.” Harry foxes you with an icy stare while you smile back at him. His lips slide into a smirk when he notices you’re playing with him. He leans in slowly to whisper into your ear again.

“I’m sure you’d rather be dancing with him right now.” You feel breathless. From the dancing or from the way Harry looks at you you can’t say for sure. You’re shocked at the way he’s acting. The two of you have flirted a bit before but he’s never been this forward with you. You can do nothing but stare up at him in silent awe. Harry seems to take this as a sign to keep going. “You feeling alright? You seem to be out of breath. Perhaps you’d like to find someplace more private.” You’re not quite sure where this is going, but you eagerly want to find out. You nod silently at him. You’re not sure you can manage words right now. He smiles at you and takes your hand in his as he leads you onto the balcony.

It’s quieter outside, there are no other couples out here and you take a few deep breaths of fresh air to calm your racing heart. Harry watch’s you intently as he leans on the railing of the balcony.

“You’re gorgeous when you’re flustered like that.” You huff out a small laugh as you look at him.

“I sincerely hope that you aren’t mocking me right now.” You step closer to him as he turns to fully face you. He seems to be considering something before he relaxes.

“I’m not teasing you. I always think you look astounding.” He responds absentmindedly. His hand reaches out to run through your hair. He tugs at the ends of a strand he has pinched between his fingers. You laugh as he plays with your hair.

“Are you trying to tell me you have a crush on me?” You ask quietly. You try to make it seem like a joke, but you’re secretly holding your breath. Waiting to see what he says. He straightens up a bit. Suddenly looking very seriously at you. You notice how close your bodies are. An inch closer and your lips would be on his.

“Yes.” He says quietly. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” He looks from your eyes to your lips. Desperately wanting to close the space between you but too afraid to do so.

“Well good.” You say quietly. “I have a crush on you too.” His lips quirk up into an unbelieving smile before he surges forward and kisses you. His hand raises to cup your cheek while the other holds your back, holding you against him. Your palms are pressed against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his muscles flexing under your fingers. One of your hands raises to thread your fingers through his short, black hair. You tug a bit and he groans into your mouth. Before you can go any further, a voice cuts through the air.

“My goodness, get a room you two!” You turn to Snart. Standing there with a smirk. You shouldn’t be too surprised that this Snart is just as sassy as the original. Harry just rolls his eyes before taking your hand. Fully intending to take Snart up on his advice.

[kitkatt0430]

So I mentioned Closer and Closer Still the other day. Gotta give a Six Sentence Sunday update on that now. :D

"I went to visit my father today," Barry replied, voice equally quiet.  "I haven't seen him since he was arrested.  There wasn't a trial, so... but it was like everything happened yesterday when I saw him."

"Do you want to talk about your visit?  I admit... I am curious as to why you choose to speak with him now, after all this time.  But I also recognize this is a very private thing for you, Barry.  So if you would rather simply to have company or to be alone..." hesitantly, Wells reached out to take Barry's hand and squeezed it.  "I'd like to be there for you, if you'll let me."

Eobard - I'm gonna be supportive, this is totally the correct social thing to do and will make Barry want to be friends with me. Barry - He's holding my hand!!!! *blushes*

Disasters the lot of them. Eobard's not really taking Barry's crush on the Reverse Flash too seriously here. After all, he knows what it's like to have a childhood crush on the Flash and that there's a difference between crushing on the idea of someone and actually having feelings for that person. And since the Reverse Flash killed Nora - saving Barry from an abusive home in the process - that's just an idle childhood crush that's resurfaced, right?

When he realizes that Barry likes him as Harrison because of how well they're getting to know each other - with the Harrison persona being rather paper thin these days... that's really gonna throw him for a loop. Because he does rather like Barry too, after all. This Barry. Who he thought he'd hate as much as the previous timeline's Flash... but he doesn't. Can't.

I'm working on the second chapter of Welcome to 2015, but that's getting close enough to being ready to post that I'm just gonna wait on it. I do have a Buffy fic that I'm working on, though. I'll post a snippet from that. Another Buffy/Anya fic, though not part of the series I've been writing on and off.

Buffy's honestly a little bored with the stripper part of the party, but at least Halfrek was right about Anya enjoying herself.  Buffy sends Dawn out of the room - the room the stripper was in, anyway, they had two reserved - and then spent the rest of that time the stripper was present with Tara playing 'guess what's in the box' regarding the gifts they'd brought Anya.  They both guessed Halfrek's was a dildo - they're right - and that Dawn got her a bodice ripper type romance novel - they're both correct there too.  (Buffy had gotten Anya a new dress to wear on the beach during the honeymoon and Tara got her a box of condoms.  Which had Buffy doing a spit-take with her champagne when the box was pulled from the tissue paper filled bag.  How was it that Buffy's gift was the only one that didn't involve sex in some way?)

The rest of the party is fun, though, with them nomming on green cupcakes that match the bridesmaid dresses and watching a marathon of Anya's favorite rom coms on pay per view.  They take over the hotel's hot tub at one point, everyone a little tipsy except Dawn. 

It's a S6 AU where Buffy and Spike don't hook up, but instead become good friends. Things fall out a bit differently when Tara and Willow break up. And Anya winds up living at the Summers' residence after her wedding to Xander doesn't actually happen.

It might tip over into Buffy/Anya/Tara, but right now the only ship I'm really planning on is Buffy/Anya.