#mafia harry x florist reader

[muffindaddystyles]

18, 19, and 40 please?🥺 maybe some smut if possible💕

19. “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.”

18. “Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.”

40. “I love you, pet. So much of it, come back, please??”

A/N: Girliessss, theysss and themsss. Sorry for being inactive :(( Missed you all so much!! Here's a blurb from mafia!h x soft subby.

Y/N had never been this bratty. She had her occasional time-outs where Harry refused to touch her for days till she broke through her ice and begged him with a drool-y sweet mouth and honeyed puppy eyes.

She knows the drill and loves the adrenaline that seeps to her toes when Harry glowers at her across the room with bolting dark intensity -- his hook of thumb in a demand to have her in his lap is enough to excite her, the punishments makes her insides shrill and makes her fall in love with her daddy more and the best part of all of it's that she wants to cherish again and again’s how adorably caring he’s once fucking her raw.

At the moment though. She isn’t being a brat on purpose. They came for a dinner (with one of the Harry's business people) and it’s all business talk, rich dicks everywhere, hush hush voices that Y/N despises and the piqued ogle of the wife on her that makes her squirmy in her seat.

She zones out into her own lil bubble for a second, imagining herself back in their cosy home comfy in Harry’s humungous overly worn hoodie, snuggling him and smooching him, pecking all those softish spots where he has runs his fingers through the night and she wants to have a delicious pizza all to herself because the food here’s the amount of worm and leaf of spinach on a worm.

She didn’t even realise that she was slipping into her subby state until she was getting all fussy about her surrounds and plucked her lipstick out smudging the crimson tip against a tissue and slides it atop Harry’s thigh from under the table,

Daddy, home?

His flicker of gaze alters from the little needy note towards his girl who’s being choosy in eating her veggies and rolling them around in boredom.

Her head perks up cutesly at the feeling of his attention on her and he suckles his wine layered lip upon the sight of her doe-blown out pupils and glossy eyes indicating him like a train's horn that she’s submerging into her submissiveness at dangerous rate when she goes all squeamish and pink cheeks at the mere touch of his knuckles against her elbow.

“Daddy, please.” She whispers into his ear impatiently squeezing his knee. About to write another note to him to stay persistent but her lipstick breaks and she flinches when it rolls under the lady’s shoe leaving a bright stain on floor.

“Behave.” Was all he muttered gruffly before throwing a nonchalant dismissive glance her way and that was the last straw for her.

It’s been hours!! All she wanted was to get home and cuddle! Is that too much too ask!?

That’s why she acted like a grump and didn’t even bid them goodbyes, waited at the lobby for him eagerly and couldn’t help but to sway with her hands clasped back and grin at the greedy thought that once he steps outside she will leap on him like an affection starved kitten.

Her wish remains a wish nevertheless when Harry passes by her with a stoic face and snaps his fingers at her, the single gesture’s enough to bead tension on her forehead.

“In the car. Right now.” He glares her sternly plucking his black leather glove to reveal his jewelled pretty hand as he reaches for the handle of the backseat door.

Y/N has decided that today she’s gonna hold her grounds and be as naughty as she possibly could to get her kisses of the day.

Sheepishly she slips inside and gives him a toothy smile whilst trying to scramble up towards to reach within the sweet distance for his lips.

The trinkets of her shiny dress makes a noise as Harry splays his calloused palm up her silken thigh, glides it all the way up her hip and keeps his grip on her to stop her from moving.

“What?” She pouts knocking her nose against his's in attempt to plant her lips atop his’s, all grabby hands for him, “You’re not havin’ any of me kisses.” He tuts, eyes dark and murky.

“But why!!?” She whines trying to cup his cheeks and just squish them awful good but he gives her a pointed look and doubles back, away from her.

“You know why, little one.” At that she gives him a nasty narrow squint of her peepers and mutters grouchily, “I hate you.”

“What did ye' just say?” He pushes her closer with one tug that elicits tiny gasp from her, his lip thin in annoyance, “I said I hate you!” She huffs crossing her arms and it makes her breast appear more plump.

In all reality, she’s too stubborn to tell him that she’s feeling terribly needy.

“Say tha’ again, I dare you.” Harry demands with tinge of surprise in his growl and she hisses in frustration adjusting the loose heavy shoulder of her dress, “I said, I hate you and this dress, ‘s so itchy. just w’na go home —-,” Her blabbing fades into a squeaky gasp upon the sharp sting of Harry’s hand against her bottom.

“What happened Sugar? Did cat caught ye’ tongue?” He grits wrapping his warm hand around her throat wanting to choke the battiness out of her, but rather it turns her into a melty puddle of a softie.

“Over my lap.” He says firmly.

“No.”

He doesn’t give her time and positions her himself horizontally on his thighs, elbows pressed into seat and raises her bum with the support of his knee, pinching her cheek teasingly to warn her.

He tries not to coo as she looks ethereal in the glittery dress that's now bunched in Harry’s fist atop her spine to expose her itty bittys and she mewls prettily when Harry spanks her asscheek watching it jiggle then does it again and again, on her last count she’s dripping down her thighs stickily.

“What a filthy little brat,” He groans adam apple bobbing from the vigour of heat spreading in his body as he inspects her wet holes with middle finger making her squirmy and whiny from his feathery touches, “Proper soaked just from gettin' spanked.” He traces the lace delicates of her panties and presses his thumb against her bundle of nerves to feel the throb from his touch.

He pulls her back up and squishes her cheeks to pucker her rosy lips, pecks it heartily, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished baby?” His tone gentler now. Realising that she shouldn’t slip too deep before they reach home.

She snuggles into the crook of his neck and hums, guiding his hand to her sore bum to make him rub the burn he left on her ass.

“Uhmm. ‘cos didn’t behave nice, acted bad ...” Her voice slurry from desire and yearn. If it wouldn’t be for his grasp on her waist she’d have gotten off on his meaty thigh long gone, “And?” He arches his brow sceptically drawing soothing circles on her flesh.

“And that I said, I hate daddy ‘n the dress he gifted me ....” His heart thumps a bit from the statement but the rational part in him assures him that she was just bumbled about him being too distant from her.

“And what do bad girls get?”

“Punished.” She mumbles into his throat and he nods, kisses her hair and cups the nape of her neck to give it a tender squeeze.

How much she acts like a spoiled brat sometimes; he still always makes sure she’s in her comfort zone and knows why she’s getting treated that way.

“I love you, baby sweets. But .... it doesn’t mean you’d not get your punishment.” She was about to protest and throw a tantrum but the car comes to an halt right infront of the large dark doors of mansion.

Tranquil air fills with her giggly shrieks when Harry gets outside and throws her over his shoulder with an ease, his grin wicked as she squeals out “No's" grabbing onto one of the door-frames in the hallway but it’s all vain since he’s way stronger than her little grip.

Once in their room, he’s flipping her into heaps of pillows and catches her calf when she tries to crawl away in hurry.

Her eyes widen and she looks down with a pout upon hearing the rip of her dress, “Liked it.” She mummers sadly.

“Thought it was too itchy,” Harry shrugs pushing her up towards the bedhead and ducks down to speck soft kisses against her collarbones, mouth foaming at the sight of her tits spilling out of her lingerie.

“No! Was just —.. fuck ...” She keens out a moan bucking her core to grind against his thigh when he nooks his knuckle between her sloppy pussy lips and twists her panties pushing them up scruffily into her mound feeling the flutter of her clitoris, the sheer fabric of it giving the right amount of friction to get her to an orgasm.

Her wet gasps and moans fogs into Harry’s mouth as he kisses her with unyielding roughness, hot bubbles popping in her belly ready to spread the nice feeling inside her, holding her down when he knows what he’s gonna do next will turn her into batshit crazy.

He pulls back. Both. His hand and his mouth away from her.

She blinks, with a lazy smile first then the realization dawns upon her and she’s grappling for his sides but he takes her wrists and pins them down.

“Daddy no!” She growls a whine and he just sits on his heels and admires the mess he created out of her, flustered and sheened in sweat, all soft and pudging to litter her skin with marks and bites, his cock warming up in his pants, “Please daddy I want you.” The whites of her eyes enviable and glassy from the frustrated tears that are collecting at her waterline.

Though, Harry stays adamant because those innocent coy eyes are her best weapon and ties her wrists to the bedpost without saying a word to her.

“You brought this on y'self, baby.” He tugs the bound to make sure it’s not too tight and moves back to get rid of his pants, his prick bloated and throbbing from ridges, slaps against his lower belly it’s head coated with precum.

“Now you’re g'na watch me jerk myself off and cover ye' pretty tummy with my cum, might lick it off from you.” She shivers at his words. Toes curling as she silently pleads with a parted mouth and barely open eyelids.

His nostrils flares, howling groan slipping through his lips as he spits in his palm and wraps it around his fat girth slicking his fist up and all the way down to give some relief to his balls.

He dips down and sucks onto her lower lip, “Knows your safe word right?” He asks shoulders jolting when he slops the bulbous crown of his prick against her clit in slow circles.

“Yes, yellow.” She breathes out delicately hoping he slips into her soon but Harry has other plans as he squeezes himself more, swiping the dollops of white thickness from the crown of his prick and brings his thumb to stuff her mouth shut with that.

“What a greedy kitten.” He tuts in mock when she eagerly swirls her tongue around his thumb creating soft sucking noises, she gags around his digit, eyeballs rolling to her skull when Harry slides her damp panties away and strokes his cock against her drippy hole.

“Hmm. Feels good.” He husks pushing into her, but not stuffing her full and that makes her whimper. She glides her feet around his spine to push him into her and her squishy sloppy walls tries to swallow him whole.

Everything just feels too hot and overwhelming. Him fondling his shaft from where he isn’t soaked into her warmth and her tiny whines and whimpers as he teases and edges her.

“Daddy ‘m sorry!” She squeaks out breathlessly clamping down onto him, “I bet you’re.” He moans out, that one sweaty curl dangling and tickling her forehead.

“That’s the most prettiest sound I’ve heard.” At his praise she just turns into a puddle and wiggles for more.

“You’re g'na make me cum.” He kisses his teeth and she digs her feet into his back not knowing if she’s allowed to come too and not having a voice to ask for his permission.

She gulps. Eyelids fluttering. Her cheeks blushy and peachy, listening to his deep moans that whirls within the pit of his chest as he fills her pussy with warm ribbons of cum that sticks to her already soppy walls and then pulls out to empty himself on her tummy as he promised.

Moments later the room echoes with her treacly yearning whimpers and blubbers of Harry’s name as he licks her juices off and the his own cum that oozes out of her whenever he pushes his middle finger inside her cunt.

..

“No!” That’s why they’ve discussed it before hand, her safe word. Harry knows his baby girl and that she gives up too early, gets too overwhelmed before she could actually enjoy the good part all of it although she has a potential to be more bearing than that.

They’ve lost the count of her orgasms.

The overestimation thingy.

Harry thinks it could be the best punishment for her.

She cramps her thighs around his wrist to make him stop but he spreads them wider apart, “You could gimme another one princess, knows y’could.” He curls his fingers to caress that spongey button inside her that makes her writhe like a leaf and it definitely did.

“Shit.” Eventually she gives into him basking in the pleasure of it -- sinking down on his fingers and grinds her clit against his knuckles, her cum from her previous orgasms glistening on his skin.

“Fuck already squirting.” She didn’t realize that, too floaty in her subspace and the ecstasy until she feels his fingers rubbing inside her again.

“Daddy no, no, no ... too sensitive!” She cries out cramming her legs around his waist and pushes his chest away with her knees but Harry keeps pummelling them deeper, scissoring them and adding two more, her thighs shakes terribly a burn spreads in her limbs as the sensational craving envelopes her once again.

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, please!” She shouts out whimperishly making Harry smile and he smooches a kiss to her forehead, pressing his chest flushed to hers and cradles her jaw to make her look at him, “Cum fo’ me. You’re me good fuckin' girl – g'na come right?” She bobs her head quickly fresh tears gliding down her cheeks and Harry wipes them away immediately.

She’s flying high like a kite. Wanting him all. His hands. His touch. His cock. His cum anything she could get out of him.

His love. His attention. His constant assurances and praises, affection, tenderness and his kisses and loads ‘n loads of tiny kisses She’s always needy for that.

“’M your good girl!” She sobs out in high pitch grappling onto restraints and Harry feels this dire urge to protect his little one at all costs, “Yes you’re.” He coos brushing her hair away from her eyes and let her hide her face into his neck as she turns stiff like an arrow and creampies around his fingers, lips smushed against his cheek.

“Take a breath, honey. Yes princess just like that.” He massages her shoulder and pecks it to calm her down upon feeling her heartbeat go wild after she comes.

She shakes in his arms whilst Harry showers her in kisses lining himself against her entrance and sheathes into her in a slick, their moans melting as he buries himself deep till her belly and cum spurts out from her cunt with his each hard thrust and it drips down her bum and onto already splotched sheets.

White dots wafts past her eyelids, arms shaking and lip wobbling as she feels it hit like a train. Getting pooled into utter bliss of many orgasms, feeling a rupturing dose of euphoria cocooning her.

She feels like she’s on paradise and somebody’s calling her through the white noise but she’s unable to respond all she could do’s blabber nonsense while trying to stop squirming.

Then she gets familiar to that gentle voice, the cosiness of that hand holding onto her free ones now and the softness of those lips against her forehead.

“Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.” He gets anxious a little bit when she stays droopy and unresponsive like a sunflower at nights.

A huge grin adorns his after climax blissed out features when she obeys him and gives a lil squish to his palm, “There y’go baby sugar. Y'alright honey?” He kisses the tip of her nose when she just blinks up at him weepily.

“Daddy.” Her voice scratchy and awfully feeble from all of the screaming and moaning.

“No daddy. ‘S just Harry, I love you pet. So much of it come back to me, please?” He almost pleads corking his mind to think what would bring her back from her fragile state since she has never slipped past from him this deep ever.

She whines at the hollowness she feels in her tummy when he pulls out catefully from her with a squelching noise and hisses even when the sheets rustles against her folds, “So sensitive.” Harry murmurs trailing honeyed kisses into the softest flesh of her thighs.

“Yes daddy, but want you!” Harry’s brows shoots up into shock and he slips his forearm under her to hug her tight, “’M right her bubba.” She cuddles into him and yawns fumbling with his sides listening to his pacific breathing.

“Guess we gotta give this little one a sleepy bath.” He mutters into her hair, nails scratching soothingly up her neck and twirling her downsy baby curls.

“I love you.” She rasps out rubbing the sleepiness in her eyes with the back of her hand, “I love you too -- would you like if I lit up some candles in the bathroom? Y’favourite ones?” He thinks it might help her get out of her subby state.

“No. Just you.” She pouts battling the sleepiness away and clings to him when he walks them to bathroom and sits them into the cold tub, he wrapped her around him in a way she doesn’t come in contact with the coldness of it as they wait for it fill with bubbling water (Y/N was too sensitive and clingy that he knew if he’d away parted away she’d have cried endlessly.)

No words were exchanged as she almost slept on his chest and drooled all over him.

“Cutie.” Harry giggles softly pecking her parted snoring lips and cleans himself and her gently.

Gets his most worn out clothes, the one that could tell another person in a beat that she belongs to him from the smell alone.

She slings her thigh around his waist and smashes her face under his chin, canoodling into him with a little tired purr.

He was petting her head and running his hand over her back that when she mumbled into her sleep, rubbing her cheek up and down his chest, Harry stopped and ducked down to kiss her forehead feeling love bursting through his insides.

“I love you, Harry.” Was what she mumbled. He's just too much in love with his soft little button.

[ddejavvu]

m.list - remus lupin

❥ - mei’s favorites

☼ - fluff

☾ - angst

✘ - nsfw content, minors please dni

remus + thighs ✘

bodyguard!remus ❥

taking care of remus after a full moon ☼

remus + “look so pretty like this for me” ✘

remus + “oh I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m in love with you!” ☾

remus + reader parenting harry  ☼ ☾ ❥

studying with remus ☼ ❥

remus + academic rivals to lovers ☼

remus + “that’s enough, love” ☼

remus + college au ☼ ❥

remus meeting reader’s toxic ex ☼ ☾

letter to remus before his wedding ☼ ☾

remus walking in on sirius’s sister changing ☼ ❥

remus + thigh riding ✘❥

prof!remus running into prof!reader ☼ ❥

remus + boobs ✘❥

remus + plussized!reader ☼

remus pining over reader ☼ ❥

remus comforting reader ☼ ☾

boxer!remus ☼ ❥

librarian!remus ☼ ❥

barista!remus ☼

rockstar!remus ☼

hockey player!remus ☼ ❥

remus tries to win reader back before her wedding to sirius ☾

reader dying in remus’s arms ☾ ❥

remus helping reader raise sirius’s baby ☾ ❥

texting with hockey player!remus / part 2 ☼ ❥

reader barging in on mafia!remus ☼ ❥

prof!remus x student!reader (both adults) ✘❥

spiderman!remus ☼ ❥

hockey player!remus + injured reader ☼ ❥

love letter from boxer!remus ☼ ❥

letter from remus after a full moon ☼ ☾

remus + hand kink  ✘❥

remus + library dates ☼

doctor!remus ✘❥

merman!remus ☼ ❥

priest!remus ✘❥

sub!boxer!remus ✘

academia romance with remus ☼

stepdad!remus getting jealous ✘

rockstar!remus singing reader to sleep ☼

hockey player!remus + family skate ☼ ❥

acrobat!remus ☼ ❥

photographer!remus ☼ ❥

mafia!remus being soft for reader ☼ ❥

jealous boxer!remus ☼☾

stepbro!remus watching reader's recital ☼✘

remus x potter!reader ☼❥

remus x muggle!reader ☼☾

dealer!remus finding reader's teddy bear ☼❥

mafia!remus running into reader on the street ☼

gamer!remus teaching reader to play ☼❥

stepbro!remus x crybaby!reader ☼☾❥

remus feeling insecure about his scars ☼☾❥

getting into a fight with mafia!remus ☾

getting a dog with mafia!remus ☼❥

casual dominance with dealer!remus ☼❥

giving mafia!remus the silent treatment ☼☾

remus finds reader drunk ☼☾

remus comforting reader after a long day ☼☾❥

reader begging dealer!remus to smoke ☼☾❥

softdom!stepdad!remus + sirius and james ☼❥✘

assassin!reader fights with mafia!remus's men ☼

remus taking care of reader with allergies ☼

reader eats dealer!remus's 'special' brownies ☼❥

bodyguard!remus catching reader on a date ☼☾✘

florist!reader x baker!remus ☼❥

giving dealer!remus a custom lighter ☼❥✘

assassin!reader throwing a knife at mafia!remus's men ☼

reader rambling to mafia!remus ☼❥

mafia!remus offering assassin!reader a job ☼

hockey!remus misses his good luck kiss ☼☾❥

toxic!dealer!remus ☼

dealer!remus teasing reader ☼❥

mafia!remus soft for assassin!reader ☼

sleepy cuddles with remus ☼❥

remus + only one bed ☼❥

pre-full moon remus ☼✘

brother's best friend with hockey!remus ☼❥

mafia!remus catching reader out without permission ☾

reader being a brat to mafia!remus ☼☾

assassin!reader disappearing on mafia!remus ☼

toxic!remus finds out reader is being bullied ☼☾❥

mafia!remus needing assassin!reader's help ☼

artist!remus x poet!reader ☼❥

doctor!remus x nurse!reader ✘

reader riding along with dealer!remus ☼❥

cat!remus ☼❥

tattoo artist!remus ❥✘

reader begging mafia!remus to go home ☼☾

dark!roommate!remus ❥✘

academic rivalry with remus ☼❥

grumpy!remus x sunshine!reader ☼☾❥

dbf!remus taking you home ☼❥✘

drummer!remus ☼✘

singer!remus seeing singer!reader in concert ☼

[360iris]

Backroom of a bad dream | dec. second ‘22 (fic)

marc spector x reader, moon knight system x reader x layla el-faouly, angst, hurt/comfort?

Dimly lit | dec. fourth ‘22 (blurb)

marc spector x reader x steven grant, fluff?? kinda

Rose-colored boy | dec. sixth ‘22 (blurb)

steven grant x reader, hurt/comfort? idk, it’s cute tho

Moon Knight System Dynamics | dec. 23rd ‘22 (drabble)

moon boys x reader, fluff

NSFW Moon Knight System HC + Blurbs | jan. 11th ‘23 (drabble)

moon boys x reader, smut

Make it awkward | jan. 14th ‘23 (fic)

steven grant x camgirl!reader, jake lockley x reader

Is just to love | jan. 24th ‘23 (blurb)

jake lockley x reader, fluff

Tu promesa de adorarme | feb. 8th ‘23 (blurb)

marc spector x reader, fluff

Call it bed rest | feb. 15th ‘23 (fic)

married bestfriend!layla el faouly x reader x marc spector, fluff + smut

Good days | feb. 24th ‘23 (fic)

vampire!steven grant x reader (feat. marc spector & jake lockley), smut

Précis | april 27th ‘23 (blurb)

marc spector x reader, smut

Me & U, Isn’t | april 28th ‘23 (fic)

santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader, angst + smut

Bloom & Brew Coffeehouse: Lilac and Orchid | nov. 29th ‘23 (fic)

florist!steven grant x fem bipoc!oc, fluff/smut, cafe/flower shop au

So don’t run (they’re not so tough) | nov. fifth ‘22 (fic)

poly!marauders, angst and grief

With a feeling | nov. twentieth ‘22 (blurb)

poly!prongsfoot, mature

Falling in love (with a feeling) pt. I | nov. twenty-first ‘22 (series)

eventual poly!prongsfoot x reader, mature

Falling in love (with a feeling) pt. II | nov. twenty-fifth ‘22 (series)

eventual poly!prongsfoot x reader, mature

Girldad!James Potter + mafia au | nov. twenty-six ‘22 (blurb)

poly!marauders, fluff

— HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST (FICS)

— HARRY POTTER BLURBS

— BTS MASTERLIST (FICS)

float like a butterfly, sting like a bee 🐝

steven grant, moon knight

SMILE 📸 — you’re on camera!

marc spector, moon knight

a man after my own heart 🤍

marc spector, moon knight

only the best 🫶

din djarin, the mandolorian

my favorite cheaters 🤭💗

jonathan levy/mira levy, scenes from a marriage

who has the choice like Smarty does? nobody, nobody, nobody.

pedro pascal

oh, Levy! you’re so fine!

jonathan levy, scenes from a marriage

save who you can save

joel miller, the last of us hbo

just to sleep at night

steven grant, moon knight

she belongs to the 🌃

layla el faouly, moon knight

Oh???

frankie “catfish” morales, triple frontier

Out of her head, she sang

layla el faouly, moon knight

All I want is you now

marc spector, moon knight

Bodies, bodies, bodies…

steven grant & marc spector, moon knight

M a m a b o y 🖍️

steven grant & marc spector, moon knight

[blueberrysets]

exploring; songs-the way lyrics tell a story

a series exploring the emotional undertones of different songs and how they can be interpreted differently by different people. a haikyuu series. 

an: hiya guys !! this is my first ever writing collection that I’m posting on tumblr !! I’m super excited to share this with you. these fics will have a mixture of fluff, smut, and angst. I will post them individually and then will tag them here. I’m not going to be uploading them in chronological order, if I have muse for a specific one and it gets done first before the one before it, I’ll post it !! If you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know :) ♡

taglist: @emiyummy​ @nyelsy​ [OPEN!! just send an ask or comment below to be added!]

 1). can I sing this to you? / mafia!kuroo x florist!reader           real love song -alternative version by nothing but theives           “can I sing this to you? got a thing about you, that won’t go away.”

2). how the sun tempted me. / timeskip!tsukishima x f!reader           fine line by harry styles           “you sunshine, you temptress.”

3). losing you in ten days. / timeskip!sugawara x f!reader           falling by the civil wars           “haven’t you noticed me drifting? lord, let me tell you I am.”

4). summertime love. / timeskip!kageyama x surfer!reader           heat waves by glass animals           “sometimes all I think about is you. late nights in the middle of june.”

5). the space between love. / street racer!terushima x f!reader           wild girls by bruno mars           “you young, wild girls you’ll be the death of me.”

6). coffee breath and minty gum. / editor!akaashi x writer!reader           coffee breath by sofia mills           “you got those big, blue eyes drive me crazy. make me fantasize about you, baby.”

7). unrequited. / stoner!suna x f!reader           you get me so high by the neighbourhood           “we should stick together, you’re my best friend I’ll love you forever.”

8). personal sunshine. / timeskip!bokuto x f!reader           my girl by the temptations           “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day, when it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of may.”

[darlingpetao3]

Primrose Path (Harry Wells x Reader, Chapter 15)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths

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(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) (Chapter 14)

A/N: Sorry we’re 2 days late! Normally @letyourimaginationrun would post this week, but she’s been so busy and working so incredibly hard that she hasn’t had a moment to spare to post. Life is stressful, hope you understand ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Harry sits at his desk, working intently on some legal S.T.A.R. Labs business. He’s already had two people come and grovel to him over the fact that this newest piece of tech isn’t ready for manufacture yet and that the company was going to have to find the extra money for it somewhere. He’d only dropped you off at the shop just over two hours ago, but it seems that since then, everything has gone to shit.

Just as he thinks he’s beginning to solve the problem with the device���s schematics, there’s a knock on his office door and Matthew steps into the room.

“Yes?” Harry asks curtly, huffing that he’s being interrupted at such a crucial stage.

“Doctor Wells, there’s a detective here to see you. He says it’s urgent.”

“Send him in,” Harry orders, pinching the bridge of his nose. This is the last thing he needs. Matthew withdraws from the office and Harry hears him tell the detective to enter in his place.

A blond man steps into the room as Harry gets out of his chair, rounding the desk to shake the other man’s hand. But the resolute expression that he sees warns him that he needs to be very careful with what he says from here on out. This is a man on a mission.

“Detective Thawne, isn’t it? You’re West’s partner. What can I do for you?” he asks, trying to start this off civil.

Thawne stands in front of him as Harry leans back against the edge of his desk. “You might as well cut the niceties, Wells, I know you’re going to be as difficult as you can be,” he says, his smile telling Harry that he believes he has the upper hand here.

“And why’s that exactly?” Harry counters, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’ve received a tip-off that something isn’t quite right with your accounts. I’m going to need to see your books,” Thawne tells him in a commanding tone, putting his hands on his hips to reveal his badge and gun.

Harry gives a wry smile and a small huff of laughter, glancing at the revealed items then raises an eyebrow. “If you think you scare me, Detective, you’re mistaken. I’ve dealt with people far more intimidating than you.” Harry follows this up with a look, heading back to his chair behind his desk and taking a seat. Without looking back up at the younger man, he says, “Come back with a warrant, and I’ll get you my books.”

“Got something to hide?” the detective pushes, taking a step closer to the desk and getting Harry to look at him again.

“I just don’t like people I don’t trust going through my things.”

“Well, it seems that someone you do trust is ballsing it up for you anyway. How else would I have gotten a tip?” He places his hands firmly on the desk’s surface and looks menacingly at Harry. “And I tell you now - if I find anything crooked in them when I get that warrant? Next time, I’ll be turning up on your doorstep to arrest you.”

Harry leans forwards in his chair, resting his elbows on the desk and tenting his fingers in front of him. “Is that a threat, Detective?”

“Everyone knows that you’re up to your neck in illegal activity. We just need someone who cares about justice enough to prove it.”

“And that’s you, is it?”

“Yes,” he replies immediately. “I’m working with this tip now, but I’ve got plenty more angles I can work it from. Your girlfriend seems to have a particularly soft spot for the metas. Maybe if I charged her with aiding and abetting fugitives of the law, we can see how quickly you’d cave then. Either that or she’s bound to know something, maybe enough to put you away for good.”

The mention of you makes all the civility fly out of Harry’s demeanour. He stands, anger almost visibly radiating from him. “She would have the best lawyer in this city at the snap of my fingers. You leave her alone,” he growls back.

“Way to show that you’re not corrupting her with all this, Wells.”

Harry pushes off from the desk, and in a few long strides, gets right in the detective’s face.

“If you even think about coming after me or my girlfriend without a warrant again, not having a job will be the least of your problems. Trust me.”

Thawne takes a step away, a small triumphant smile on his lips, knowing that he’s managed to find Harry’s pressure point.

“I’ll let that one slide, but sit tight, Wells. I’ll be back, and this palace of yours is going to come tumbling down, brick by brick.”

Harry watches as Detective Thawne leaves the room, throwing his fist down on the desktop after the door has closed.

But he doesn’t have time to linger on this threat right now. He has to check that the books aren’t going to reveal anything incriminating. This will certainly be a test of his new bookkeeper’s ability. Harry has maybe twenty-four hours before Thawne comes back with his warrant.

He calls Matthew back in and orders him to find James and have all the accounts brought up to his office. The possibility of a mole tipping off the police in the first place would also have to be dealt with.

After these actions have been set in motion, Harry takes a deep breath and runs a hand over his face. He knows what he needs right now, and he just hopes that you’ll be able to make some time for him.

Taking his phone from his pocket, he finds your contact and dials your number, waiting a few rings for you to pick up.

“Hey, Harry, everything okay?” He can hear the concern in your voice and smiles at your sweetness despite himself.

“Hey, Flower. I’m having a nightmare of a day and I wondered if you could spare half an hour to have lunch with me?”

You pause for a second, likely looking at the clock before answering. “Of course, baby, give me twenty minutes and I’ll be there.”

“You’re amazing,” he replies, feeling himself relax a little while you let out a small chuckle.

“I try,” you reply. “Hang in there.”

***

You end the call with Harry, looking at a couple of customers who were browsing the flowers. While you wait to be able to head to your lunch break, you make a little bundle out of the daisies you have near the counter. It sounds as though Harry could do with something to brighten his day besides having you pop in to see him.

You serve both the customers, doing up a quick bouquet for one and take an order down for the other. After making sure to grab your bag, you put the little sign in the window to say you were going to lunch, and head over on the road to the S.T.A.R. Labs building.

The people inside give you their polite greetings as you make your way to the elevator to head to Harry’s office. As soon as the doors open, you’re striding over to Harry’s door, lightly rapping your knuckles on it before opening it up.

“Harry?”

“(Y/N),” he replies, head snapping up at the sound of your voice. “Come on in.”

You grin back, but before closing the door, you take one of the daisies from the bundle and slide it into the lock as a message to everyone that Harry has you over. You want him to be able to tell you whatever is going on with him without interruption.

As you close the door, Harry, just in his shirtsleeves, gets up and meets you halfway across the room to take you in his arms, giving you a tight hug.

“That bad, huh?” you say, hugging him back and gently smoothing your hands up and down his back. He buries his face into your neck, and you reach one hand up to pull him closer to you, combing your fingers through his hair.

After a minute of standing in each other’s embrace, Harry pulls back and looks at you, studying your face. Your hands go to his cheeks as you let out a small sigh.

“Who hurt my man, hmm? Let me at ‘em,” you joke as Harry lets out a little hum of laughter.

“It’s err, it’s nothing for you to worry about, Flower, it’ll all be alright. As long as I have you by my side,” he replies, bringing his hands up to hold your own, a reassuring smile on his face. You study him for another second before moving around him to place the daisies in the vase you’d given him. You turn back around when they’re in place and you can see from his expression that he’s so grateful for the gesture.

He leads you over to the couches on the other side of the room where two paper bags emblazoned with ‘Big Belly Burger’ already sit waiting for you. Raising an eyebrow, you take a seat and pull one of the bags towards you, taking out the cartons of fries and pass one to Harry.

“I didn’t have you pegged as a fan of fast food, Mister Fine-Taste?” you tease, taking a fry and eating it as he sits down next to you.

“Sometimes I like a… change of pace,” he tells you with a smile, passing you a milkshake after poking the straw in it. You thank him and take a sip before bringing up the previous topic again.

“You know I’m not going to let it go that easily, right? You asked me over here to talk, I can tell, but now you’re trying to shut me out… Talk to me, Harry, whatever it is, I can take it.”

You put your hand over his on the table and look into his eyes, intently trying to get him to open up. He sighs and runs his free hand over his face before looking back at you.

“A detective came to see me… Thawne? He works with West. You might have come across him-“

“-we’ve had a couple of run-ins,” you mutter and Harry nods.

“Well, if you have any more, you need to call me immediately, okay, Flower?” Harry puts his hand over yours and looks intently into your eyes. “Thawne has a lead on me… but if that doesn’t work out, he’s threatened to come after you in order to bring me down. And I’m not going to let that happen.”

“But we’re together. Surely there has to be some sort of rule to stop him from doing that? You know I’d never willingly testify against you, right?”

“Of course I do… But no, sweetheart, that unfortunately only applies to spouses and you’re not my wife yet…”

“Yet? Someone’s keen,” you reply, trying to lighten the mood and Harry chuckles, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. This is too serious for joking around.

“I mean it, though, (Y/N). If Thawne starts trying to tempt you into selling me out or heaven forbid, he arrests you like he’s threatened, you call me, or this number right here.”

He takes a calling card out of his pocket, like the one he’d given you all those months ago and passes it to you. This one is cream with a decorative border around the edge and the words ‘Cecile Horton, Attorney at Law’ printed in the centre, accompanied by a phone number.

“Cecile Horton is the best lawyer I know, and if you need her, she’ll be there. I just want to keep you as protected as I can.”

You nod, squeezing his hand to reassure him that you understand. “I know you’re doing everything you can to keep me safe and I love you even more for it.”

You lean in and softly press your lips to his, and he lets out a small sigh of relief when you part.

“Come on, we need to eat before this goes cold,” you say, nudging his shoulder, “and there is nothing worse than cold fries.”

Harry gives an agreeing hum and pulls out the rest of the food to split between you. You eat your lunch, talking about making plans for the weekend and generally trying to lighten the mood after the threats of this morning.

And it seems as though your flower has been enough to keep everyone from opening the door and intrude on your private time. You’ve found one of the best parts of dating the CEO of a company/mob boss was that each one of the men who worked for him seemed to be afraid to interrupt him in his office when he was alone with you. When you’ve finished your food, Harry pulls you onto his lap to get you to straddle him, his hands going to your hips as he holds you close.

"Daddy wants some love."

"Does he indeed?" you ask, running your hands over his shoulders. You place a few kisses on his jaw and he lets out a content little sound. At this, you continue showering him with kisses, cupping his cheeks and nuzzling his nose. “It’s all going to be okay, Harry, I know it will.”

But before he can reply, there's a knock at the door to his office and a familiar face comes into the room. You blush a little at the intrusion and turn away because of the position you're currently in. Harry lets out a low growl and instantly appears pissed because it is the new bookkeeper that has interrupted your precious alone time.

“I’ve brought the files, Sir,” he says, taking a few hesitant steps forward with the documents in his hands.

"James, get out,” Harry says curtly.

“But, Sir, I-”

“-James, you’re new here, so I'm going to say this once and only once. Do not interrupt my time with my Flower." You forget that he's even capable of that deadly serious tone because you almost never hear it.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir," James cowers, “but you-”

“-Leave them here and get out,” Harry orders. The bookkeeper expeditiously removes himself from the room. You turn back to Harry and giggle embarrassedly into his shoulder.

"You're a very scary man, Harrison Wells."

"Hell yeah, I am. Now, where were we?" He pulls you back by hooking a finger underneath your chin, bringing you into a heated kiss and running his hands over your sides.

"I should leave you to get on with some work..." you say gently against his lips as you play with the hair at his nape. “It looks like you’re going to be busy with the books.”

“Mm, but I don't want you to go," he says, going in for another kiss only for Cisco and Barry, followed by Frost, to barge in with smug smiles. Only three people were allowed to interrupt you and Harry without suffering his wrath. You quickly climb out of Harry's lap and you both turn to the others.

"We have intel!" Barry announces.

"What have you got?" Harry asks.

"Okay, first- ew. Like please, we're at work, man," Cisco says gesturing a hand to both of you.

“I’m in my office, man,” Harry counters.

"Besides the point, bud," Barry says to Cisco before turning back to Harry. "We located Snart’s next heist. Oliver and his team are going to accompany us there to help." You can feel Harry study you from his seat because you've never been present for any of this particular business before. You’re well aware he wants to keep you safe, and as far as all this is concerned, it’s probably best if you know as little as possible about the specifics. Especially when Thawne is digging around in all this.

"What's this guy going after?" you ask, crossing your arms in front of you. You catch a small smile grace his handsome face.

"It's Leonard Snart, so definitely something cold related. I think it has to do with some sort of new gadget from Palmer Tech?" Barry says unsure, looking to Cisco for confirmation.

"Dude thinks he’s some kind of ice queen or something," Cisco says, giving Barry a side-eye.

“When really, that description belongs to me,” Frost remarks while making her fingertips blue.

"What are we going to do to stop him?" you inquire, finally learning a bit more about this side of Harry's life. Why not learn a little bit more about the business? Besides, Harry wasn't asking you to leave…

"We," Harry says, getting up from the couch and heading out of the office with you four in tow, "are going to come up with something crafty enough to catch him off guard. Can't have an egomaniac running around destroying cities. Mainly my city." Harry turns to you when you reach the elevator, blocking your path.

“Listen, I appreciate you trying to get involved, Flower, but I need you to go and finish up your day and then go home, it’s too dangerous,” he says, taking your hand.

"But I want to help. Even though it’s dangerous, it’s all for a good cause."

"I know, but I want, need, you to be safe, okay? Promise me you'll go home and wait for me there?"

You sigh in defeat. "Yeah, okay."

"If you really want to help... I suppose I could have our account books sent home to you to have a look over. That’s as far as I want you in with all of this, though. Just the paperwork. See if everything’s in order? Wouldn’t hurt to have another set of eyes check it through. Eyes I know I can trust… and that are so beautiful." A big smile works its way onto your face. He really couldn’t bear to see you unhappy. You nod quickly before kissing him.

"Just come back safe."

“Always. I’ll send a car to the shop at the end of the day to take you home,” he assures and you agree with his decision.

Harry and his trusted team head out just as you head back to Primrose Path to finish out the workday. Once you’re home later that evening, the account books get dropped off and within an hour or two of looking them over, you manage to track several errors and fix them promptly. Seeing everything spread out, it seems to you like the new bookkeeper wants Harry to get caught… Either that or he seriously wasn’t right for this job.

Could there be a spy in our midst?

Well, Harry's going to need to do something about that.

You peer up at the clock, noticing it's only half-past eight. You hold on to his dog tags which hang around your neck and hope that he's taking care of himself. You have no idea when to expect him home.

In the meantime, you decide to take a shower and start getting ready for bed, wearing one of Harry's shirts that he's basically had to surrender completely to you to use as pyjamas. You crawl into bed and start to read a book in order to take your mind off things, looking towards the door every so often.

It isn’t until you’re half-asleep hours later, lying against the plush pillows with your book next to you, that you register the sound of the bedroom door opening in the back of your mind. You half-hear Harry walk in, stumbling a bit and change out of his suit and into a pair of pyjama pants. Once he gets into bed, he takes you in his arms, causing you to stir fully.

"Harry...?"

"I'm here, baby," he whispers gently, kissing your forehead.

"Did you sort it out?" you ask sleepily.

"Yeah, Snart won't be a problem for a while," he replies, stroking your hair as you snuggle into his chest.

"That's good." You press a kiss over his heart. "Harry..." You pause to yawn. "I need to... tell you about the..."

"Shh, you can tell me about whatever it is tomorrow. Right now, we both need sleep. It’s been a long day,” he whispers to you, then kisses your lips. You nod and fall asleep, the warmth of your man surrounding you and filling your senses giving you a feeling of security.

[central-city-meta-pocalypse]

Primrose Path (Harry Wells x Reader, Chapter 14)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths

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(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)

A sudden outburst beside you in bed brings you out of your deep sleep.

“Hmm...?” you say groggily. After your eyes adjust to the room, you notice Harry sweating through the bedsheets, tossing and turning and grunting in his sleep, a slave to what you assume is a bad dream.

“Harry?” Finally, he breaks through thanks to the concern in your voice. He bolts upright and breathes heavily, startled in the darkness of the room. You place your hand on his arm which he covers with his own and holds it tight. You ask if he’s alright, but he starts to worry you when he doesn’t respond, just staring straight ahead at nothing. This has never happened before, this kind of fit. You take Harry’s hand and try to get him to look at you.

"What's wrong?"

“Hmm? Nothing. It’s nothing, go back to sleep.”

"Hare." You brush your hair to the side and give him a look that you know he's keeping something from you.

“I can’t...” he says pathetically. You can see whatever it is, it’s hurting him, and you’ve never seen Harry hurt like this before. You carefully move to kneel in front of him and cup his face with both of your hands, seeing the slight glimmer of tears welling up in his eyes.

“Please tell me. I need to know so I can help you. Please, Harrison...”

"I..." He averts his gaze before looking back up to your eyes. "I watched you die. Brutally. Right in front of me and I couldn't do anything. I couldn’t move. You died because of me." Your heart is breaking for him. You can only imagine what that dream could have looked like to him.

"It was just a bad dream, Harry. I'm right here," you say, taking his hand and guiding it to your beating heart. You stroke his temple with your thumb, pressing your forehead against his. Harry breathes you in like you’re the only thing he needs to survive in this world.

"I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere," you tell him, “Remember?” He doesn’t respond with words, though his breathing is starting to return to normal. You both stay still like this for a while. Harry’s eyes close, and you can tell he’s trying to soak in your presence, letting it anchor him to reality.

"I'm just worried…” he starts again quietly, “one day I'll lose you and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I'd be completely powerless, robbed of you, and it would kill me. It would kill me, (Y/N)...” Your chest tightens up at his vocalized fears and the way he’s desperately looking at you. You pull him close so that his head rests against your chest.

“Not going to happen. Ever. Not on my watch,” you make the promise, of which you’re not sure you can necessarily keep, but you'll do your very best to keep it because damn everything to hell if you're going to ever have this man more broken than he already is.

Harry exhales as if the weight of his worries are finally leaving his body and mind. At least, for the night. You pet his hair, his arms, his chest all to calm him back into sleeping again.

Harry shifts you over in bed so that he ends up spooning you, holding you close as if you’ve become his security blanket. You hear the tell-tale signs of him falling asleep after a bit, leaving you still awake, deep in thought.

You fear you are becoming exactly what you’d hoped not to be. His weakness. A fragile point that someone can target to get at Harry and his business. You let out a small sigh at your realization. You’ll have to get stronger, for his sake, so that his dream will never come true.

***

The following morning, you fidget with your hands just before Harry is about to leave for work. He’s not going to like what you have to say, but damn it, you’re going to say it anyway!

“Harry, I know you said I’d never have to fight… but I want you to teach me self-defence.” Your tone is defiant and confident as you stand in front of your boyfriend.

“I- why?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. You can tell he’s reluctant to show you anything that would potentially lead you into any kind of danger.

“Last night… your dream, nightmare, it got me thinking. I want to be able to protect myself if anything were to happen-”

“-Nothing is going to happen to you,” he cuts in, seemingly resolved after his outburst last night. “I’m always going to be there to protect you.”

“But what if you’re not, Harry?” you implore, “You can’t always be around ‘just in case’ someone attacks me. And I love you, but I’m not really into the whole ‘damsel-in-distress’ thing. I want to be able to look out for myself, whether you’re there or not.”

The corner of Harry’s lips turn up at your confidence, and you can see him turning the decision over in his mind.

“Alright… self-defence only. Some hand to hand combat, just enough to get yourself out of trouble.”

You grin up at him before slipping your arms around his middle and hugging him tightly.

“Thank you, Harry. When do we start?”

Harry seems to like your eagerness. “Come to the Labs after you finish at the shop and we can get started. We have training rooms under the building.”

“Is there anything you don’t do there?” you ask, to which he smiles and kisses the top of your head.

But, you do as he says and as soon as you lock up after a moderately busy day, you walk the few blocks to S.T.A.R. Labs, already dressed in your workout outfit. Harry meets you at the building’s entrance dressed in a pair of shorts, a tank top, and a hoodie.

All black, naturally.

“Welcome back, sweet pea.” He kisses you hello. “We’re going to head down to the training facility in the basement.”

“Okay,” you say and let him lead the way inside.

It’s an impressive setup - dozens of training rooms all throughout the lowest level. As Harry leads you to your own room, you peek in through the windows seeing his men go at each other viciously. You’re glad they’re on your side.

Your room is completely padded on every wall, including the ceiling. You wring your hands together, unable to help but feel a little nervous now that this is actually happening.

“Where do we start?” you ask.

“Show me your best punch.”

You go to stand directly in front of him, planning to aim for his upper chest area. Pulling back your arm, you let it go and your fist collides with his body.

He doesn’t even flinch.

You try it again with a little more force behind it.

“No, come on. Hit me," Harry says with a little smirk, making a small 'come at me' motion as you stand in front of him, pouting a bit at his teasing.

"I am! You're just so muscular that you can't even feel it!"

You take another swing at him, but he easily blocks you and makes you stumble backwards a few paces.

“You can’t let me use your momentum against you.” He starts to circle you on the mat. “Make your movements smaller, more compact. That’s how you’ll win a fight,” he tells you as you look at him with a determined expression. Although, it was difficult to soak in what he had just told you because Harry had shed his black hoodie, now showing off his jaw-dropping arm muscles that you’ll never tire of. You have the urge to run your hands over them, to feel his sinewy biceps...

"Kitten?"

"Huh, yeah?"

"Were you paying attention?"

"Pft! Yeah, I was totally paying attention and not staring at your… wonderfully muscled body..." your words dying down as you speak. You look at the floor in embarrassment. "I'm trying, okay?" you say with a little laugh, cheeks tinged with pink.

"I know." He comes up behind you, helping position your arms and legs to get a good hit. Not that that does much for your concentration either, because you can’t deny that you love the way his toned body is pressing up against yours.

"And as soon as you can land a good couple of hits, you should have me distracted enough to sweep my leg out so I go down. Got it?"

"Uh... I think?"

You shake yourself out of your little daydream and focus on his instructions because you know he really is trying to help and it is crucial that you get this right. Since Harry initially didn’t want you having anything to do with training of any kind, you needed to prove how serious you were about this. No more would you be his weakness. It takes several more attempts, but finally, you manage to pin him to the mat, a huge grin growing on your face in realization that you actually did it.

"I did it!"

You’re totally unaware that you're straddling his hips. You throw your arms up in triumph, and his hands automatically fly to your hips when they're freed from you, with a small smile on his face. He lifts himself up so that he sat upright, your chests touching and presses a deep kiss to your lips.

"I'm proud of you," he says quietly, still wearing a gentle smile. You return it, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him. Harry gives you small kisses in celebration, which you make happy noises at, lips smacking against each other. But Cisco just has to walk into the practice room to see you two kissing like this on the ground.

"Hey, we practice here!" he exclaims.

You feel your face get warmer at getting caught and climb out of Harry's lap and up off of the floor. Harry rolls his eyes at Cisco.

“How about a break, Flower? You’re doing so well. I’m impressed.” Harry hands you your water bottle and a towel to wipe the sweat that was glistening on your forehead.

“Thank you.”

“Would you like to have a look in on how my team trains?” You nod at the suggestion, Harry taking your hand and leading you out of the room.

"I wouldn't use the mat on the left," he says to Cisco as you walk away and you catch the younger man’s eyes go wide.

"Harry! But we didn't do anything!"

"He doesn't need to know that," he tells you with an amused smirk. He guides you down the hall and around a corner to a much more extensive training area where several men are paired off against each other.

This is intense.

“Wow... they’re good.”

“I only recruit the best.” You stare in awe at the masterful moves presented before you on the mats. One man holds the other in a headlock, face turning red and unable to breathe. You tug on Harry’s arm.

“Harry, he’s killing him. Aren’t you going to do something?!”

Your boyfriend stays where he is, eyes narrowed at the desperate struggle in front of him. He seems too invested, curious even, at the outcome.

Just when it seems like the brutal end, the man in the submissive hold locks his leg around the other’s while keeping his back curved forward. Bending his knees and turning one hundred and eighty degrees outward, he pulls his attacker’s arm diagonally across his body and throws him down hard on the mat. 

“Oomph!”

Harry starts a slow clap and smiles proudly. The rest of the onlookers in the room join in the applause. You clap too, once you shake yourself out of your shocked daze. You had really thought he was going to die…

You take Harry’s hand.

“Let’s go again,” you say eagerly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You and Harry go back to sparring in your training room, with you having found a little boost in your motivation to become better at this.

You manage to pin Harry to the mat a couple of times in a row, but then he starts making it harder and you realize he’s been taking it reasonably easy on you so far. He pins you to the mat once, flips you over so you land on your hands and knees another (although he had been fairly gentle in lowering you to the ground) and you are currently standing in front of him with his arm around your neck, just showing you what could happen if this was a more hostile environment.

“What did I tell you?” he whispers in your ear, “Don’t let me-”

“-get behind you, yeah, I know,” you say exasperatedly, holding onto his forearm which rests in front of your throat.

“Now, how would you get out of this one, Flower? You can’t overpower me,” Harry asks, looking at you intently.

“Well, I’m seriously considering kicking you where it’s going to hurt, but I might hold off on that in case I ever want to have children with you,” you reply with a smirk, turning your head to look at his amused blue eyes. Although something flickers in them at your words… something you can’t quite place. You feel your cheeks warm at the thought that he’s thinking about what you’ve just said. Oh god, no, it’s far too early to be considering that.

“I do appreciate your restraint, Flower,” he says with a chuckle, planting a quick kiss to your cheek. “But if you ever do get in a situation like this, I think it’d be highly effective.”

You use your entire body’s strength to flip Harry to the ground, catching him off-guard in his affectionate state. You detect a series of emotions in his eyes below you - the first being surprise, then clearly proud, then… arousal?

Harry clears his throat, “Well done.”

“Thank you.”

“Think you can do it again?”

You smirk and say, “I think so, yes.”

Harry holds up a finger to you. “Hang on.” He gets up from the floor and leaves the room for maybe two minutes, only to return with a few large men.

You feel your stomach drop at the sight of them and point between yourself and your potential opponents. “You want me… them? Really?”

“It’s not going to be me you’ll find attacking you,” he puts. “Strangers. Big guys. And here they are.” Harry stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders. He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Go get ‘em.”

With a daring, verging on mean, expression, you bend your knees in a ready position. Let’s kick some ass.

Your challenger fake-lunges at you in trying to catch you off guard, but you are far too focused to take the bait. You circle each other, but the man is fast - he grabs your wrist and spins you so that your back is against him. His arm is around your neck, but luckily you’re still able to breathe since you have your hand lodged in between your windpipe and his arm. It’s the same hold Harry had caught you in.

But this time, you don’t hold back.

You ram your elbow into your mock-foe’s gut, knocking him off balance, then take his wrist this time and twist. And the pièce de résistance - a sharp knee to the groin. He bends over in agony, and you start to express your apologies, but the man holds up a hand to say he’s okay.

 You are thrilled you did so well, and by the look on Harry’s face, so is he.

“Good, um, match?” you congratulate the man, now sitting. He mumbles something which sounded like, “you too.”

“I think that’s enough for today, Flower.” Harry goes to rub your shoulders. “You were exceptional.”

“Thanks to you.” He grins down at you, hand on your lower back as he ushers you out of the training room, leaving everyone to continue their practice. You notice a tall figure standing at the end of the corridor and squint.

“Harry, who’s that over there?” you ask, pointing at a man you’ve never seen before in the building. He stares into one of the training room windows where two others are battling each other.

Harry recognizes the man in the distance, “That’s James, our new bookkeeper. So far he’s passed our entry tests, but we’ll see how he does on the job.”

You nod. The two of you walk down the hall, moving closer to the new addition to Harry’s team. The man, James, senses this and turns to greet his boss.

“Good evening, Sir,” he says.

“James,” Harry replies, “You’re here late.”

“Thought I’d see how the other half conducts themselves.” James’ eyes move to you. He smiles, then introduces himself.

“I saw you fight a little while ago,” he says, “I’m impressed.”

He was watching us? How did I not notice?

“Thank you,” you say, “It was my first time.”

“Had me fooled.”

“I have a very skilled teacher,” you grin, looking up at Harry, who’s smiling back.

“I have no doubt about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” He nods to Harry, “Sir.” The man takes his leave, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“He seems nice,” you muse. “Great accent, too.”

Harry doesn’t say anything, eyes glued to the bookkeeper’s back, watching him walk away and into the elevator.

***

The Dark Archer, Malcolm Merlyn, paces the room while his mole stands before him, arms behind his back.

“Do the cops have enough to arrest Wells?”

“Not yet,” the British spy replies, “but they soon will. When they get an anonymous tip telling them to look at his books, they’ll have all they need to tie him to his activities at the docks. And soon, I’ll know where all his bodies are buried. Figuratively and literally.”

“Good.” Malcolm pauses and moves to the window of his office at Merlyn Global Group overlooking the night lights of Star City. “He knows we know about his sweetheart but nothing needs to happen to her. I’ll settle for breaking him by having him only be able to see her from behind a pane of glass.”

The mole waits awkwardly by the mobster’s desk.

“What, you’re still here?” Merlyn catches his spy in the window’s reflexion.

“I just need to know- What has Wells done to you why you’re after him and his empire?”

“Not that it’s any of your goddamn business, but the bastard killed my wife in that explosion. Now get out. And don’t come back until the deed is done.”

[darlingpetao3]

Primrose Path (Harry Wells x Reader, Chapter 10)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths

Tag List: @aryaarathornson @cursedfaechild @jadedragon1903 @disneyoncerlover815 @child-of-winter-1215 @thecaptainsgingersnap @miss--mercy @fireboltrose7559 @xccentriktigress @12monkees  (please check to see if your Tumblr settings are set to receive mentions from us for future tag related purposes!)

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It doesn’t even feel like you and Harry have been together for five months. Instead, it feels both like it was just yesterday you met and as if you’ve known him your entire life.

Over the next few weeks, you start moving your things into Harry’s house, getting comfortable in this new arrangement. This is by far the most serious relationship you’ve ever had and moving in with Harry was a big step, but one that you were incredibly willing to make.

The day after he’d asked you, Harry cleared half of his suit-filled walk-in closet for you to use so that his tailored jackets and silk shirts now hung opposite your clothes that you’d brought over, and some that Harry had bought for you as a ‘moving in gift’. Even this relatively small gesture made your heart soar and you ended up giving Harry a huge bear hug to show your appreciation which made Harry smile broadly too.

To say you two were in the honeymoon phase of your relationship was an understatement. Everything between you was effortless, and you feel high on love. His love. And Harry has so much to give.

In fact, your relationship had progressed even further - around the same time as your moving in. When Harry first brought up the idea about ditching the condoms during sex, you couldn’t deny you were a little startled and embarrassed at the thought. You had supposed it made sense, though. You were in a committed relationship, and with the added gift of heightened pleasure of skin on skin for you both, it was definitely up for discussion. Harry grinned like a madman when you reminded him that you hadn’t been sexually active with another man before him, evidently relishing in that fact. But his good mood hadn’t stopped you from fidgeting when you confessed that you would like a test to determine that you were both healthy. You knew he hadn’t been in a relationship for a while, but you didn’t know if he’d taken any lovers before you, but he agreed eagerly, putting your peace of mind to the top of his priorities, and the day after your awkward but informative talk about protection, you both went to get tested.

You had already started taking birth control pills since before Harry had first told you he loved you when the pair of you were becoming serious. You wanted to be prepared just in case. And when your tests came back issuing both clean bills of health, it was mutually decided the latex protection would no longer be needed in the bedroom.

Or literally anywhere else, for that matter.

And oh Lord, were you glad you both decided to do this because after testing out the new sensation of Harry’s hard, bare cock sliding into you, you finally knew now the meaning of ecstasy. You and Harry were sure to repeatedly test this revelation over the course of the weeks of moving you into his place in a steamy, intense love romp.

At present, Harry is having a post-sex shower as you browse your enormous walk-in closet of its seemingly endless articles of clothing gifted to you by him. They range from sweet and demure to dangerously sexy and scant. You still haven’t tried on the latter pieces yet. Those ones still make your heart race

About to emerge from the grandiose walk-in closet in a more modest-looking black nightgown, you stop short at something catching your eye. You notice a small picture frame peeking out from one of Harry’s drawers that isn’t fully closed. Your hands move of their own accord and reach for the frame to help you get a better look at the person in the photo. It’s a young girl. She looks to be around twelve years old at the most. Her hair is a dark curly brown, wild and in her face as if she’d been running. Rosy cheeks, a little button nose, and beautiful green eyes.

“Um, Harry?” you call towards to the bathroom.

“Hmm?” He walks out of the ensuite while towelling his wet locks. You turn the photo to face him.

“Who is this?”

“Oh…” Harry says awkwardly while scratching his head.

“Oh? I find a picture of a little girl you’ve never mentioned before in your drawer and all you have to say is ‘oh’? Harrison, I thought we promised each other no more secrets between us…?” He stands there a moment longer as if thinking of what to say next.

“(Y/N), why don’t you sit down?” You frown and press your lips together, but take his suggestion and sit on the bed. Harry does the same, taking the frame from you and not taking his eyes off the photograph.

“This is my daughter,” he says, now handing it back over to you. “Her name is Jesse. She’s the brightest person I’ve ever known and I’m nothing but proud.”

“How old is she?” you ask quietly.

“Jesse’s eighteen now and she can be a bit headstrong and stubborn, but she undoubtedly got that from me.” Harry blows air out through his nose in a small laugh. The way he looks when he talks about her… You wonder why he never has.

“Why was this hiding in your drawer?” you ask.

“I wasn’t hiding her from you if that’s what you’re thinking.” Remaining silent, you let him continue, “We had an argument a long time ago. Well, arguments plural. Jesse planned to go off with West’s boy. To travel or something of the sort. She got the wandering from her mother… my late-wife.”

“Harry, I’m-”

He waves you off. “Cancer. Jesse was six. It was a rough time. I was fighting in South America when she passed and Detective West took Jesse in while I was away. It wasn’t much longer after that I returned home. But, I digress. I wasn’t having my daughter run off to God knows where with the West boy, so I told her she couldn’t. That it wasn’t safe for her to leave. But did she listen?”

“No?”

“No. That’s exactly right. After that, I couldn’t bear to stare at the picture of my little girl anymore without feeling too much. I didn’t want to think about what I’d lost to the unknown, so I hid it away.”

“But she’s fine, right? There’s nothing to worry about? She’s a Wells after all.”

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t heard from her since that day. Over a year ago.”

He hasn’t seen his own daughter in over a year?

You remain quiet and look down at your twiddling thumbs.

“My... my late-wife had to convince me to have a child, you know?” Harry continues to confess. “I was too preoccupied at the time to even consider it, bettering myself in the field of scientific advancements. But she had her ways of convincing me. And when it happened, when Jesse was finally born, she was my life. She was so tiny and had these enormous eyes. Quick learner, too. I couldn’t wait until she was old enough to teach her everything I knew. To bounce these theories I always have off of her. Maybe even to work alongside her one day. But that was the thing... she did get old enough. She did grow older, and soon, I didn’t want her to anymore. Things were so much easier when she was small and wide-eyed and didn’t have this insatiable need to gallivant across North America with some boy without bothering to call me back-”

You put a hand on his arm.

“-Harry.”

“Sorry. But God, what I wouldn’t give to savour the time I had with her when she was younger instead of...”

“Wishing for her to grow up?” Harry nods. This obviously isn’t easy to talk about for him. As he said, Jesse is his life. She’s all he had left after his wife passed. It’s understandable that he would cling to her like his life depended on it.

“I just wish you had told me about her,” you say, leaning into him to snuggle. “Anyone that’s important to you is important to me.”

“I know,” he agrees. “I’m sorry. And maybe subconsciously I didn’t want to scare you away with the fact that I had a daughter.”

“You think that would have scared me? Oh, Harry… Never. After all I’ve learned about you? I’m. Still. Here.”

“You are.” Harry holds you close. “You are still here and most of the time I still can’t believe it.”

“Believe it, Mister. And I am not going anywhere.”

[darlingpetao3]

Primrose Path (Harry Wells x Reader, Chapter 1)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths

Tag List: @aryasnape @cursedfaechild  @jadedragon1903 @disneyoncerlover815 @child-of-winter-1215 (please check to see if your Tumblr settings are set to receive mentions from us for future tag related purposes!)

A/N: Well, here we are. After four months over our labour of love, @central-city-meta-pocalypse @letyourimaginationrun and I would like to present our baby, Primrose Path. We will each alternate in posting the chapters, kind of like how they did the Crisis on Earth X crossover - each posting a part of the whole product. For example, next week I will reblog Chapter 2 from C-C-M-P so that everyone has had a chance to read it (if you don’t already follow each of us). Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story. And so, after writing +100,000 words of a story full of fluff, angst, drama, sex, heartbreak, and so much love, we are extremely happy to finally be able to share this with all of you. Thank you for being patient and without further ado, here’s Chapter 1!

Primrose Path.

Phrase: the pursuit of pleasure, especially when it is seen to bring disastrous consequences...

You had heard about Central City and their metahuman phenomenon, but seeing a person’s abilities with your own two eyes is the most amazing thing you’ve ever witnessed.

When you'd watched the reports on the news before moving here, they only ever showed the dangers of metahumans and the ones who decided to try and bring this city to its knees.

But your first encounter is nothing like that.

You almost drench your poor flower pot stationed outside your flower shop, Primrose Path, when you see your first metahuman. The man is rugged and dirty with tattered clothes. You assume he’s homeless, and offer a kind smile. He returns it, then takes notice of the begonia display drooping - a cause of the relentless summer sun. The man reaches for a petal, and instantly at the contact, the flower blooms back to life in full colour. You stand there mesmerized. It's an utterly incredible gift, the power of restoration, right there at this man's fingertips.

“My goodness, thank you, Sir-”

“-Stand back, Miss!” hollers an authoritative voice. When you turn, you see a tall, blond, and well-groomed police officer who is taking cautious steps towards the man, acting as though he's just threatened your life rather than give assistance to your flowers. His hand is readily on his gun in his holster. You start to panic.

“No, no, really officer! I’m fine, he-”

“Get inside to safety, now!” he shouts. You drop your watering can and the contents spill all across the sidewalk. There’s no reason to be afraid, but the tone of the officer’s words themselves is what’s most frightening. You heed his orders and run into your flower shop. The very second you close the door, the officer clamps a pair of rather heavy duty handcuffs on the man, who is now hanging his head, and reads him his rights.

But even though muffled behind the glass, it sounds as if this metahuman, this man who did no wrong, has none.

***

Harry ends his call, sighing heavily as he sinks back down at his desk. Papers litter the glass plane, all regarding new projects and current ones to be approved for Scientific and Technological Advanced Research Laboratories - or S.T.A.R. Labs - utilization.

Tossing his own phone aside, his hand smooths over one of the documents in front of him. He presses his lips into a thin line, anger culminating inside him from the phone call. He takes a small gadget from the corner of his desk and hurls it to the other side of the room. The device shatters when it smashes against the wall.

Frustrated, that's what he is. Annoyed, about to go ballistic - a volcano preparing to erupt and spread fiery lava at any second.

There’s a brief, firm knock at his office door.

"What?" he snaps, one hand rubbing his temple while his other hand grips the arm of his chair. The door opens and a man puts his head around it, looking a little anxious at the tone of his boss' voice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Sir, but we've just had news that one of the vacant shops has been occupied by someone no one seems to have heard of. Apparently they’re from out of town. It's only two blocks away and... Well, we thought you should know."

Harry's eyes narrow at the lower-rank man, adjusting his posture so that an elbow is propped on the armrest of his chair while his chin sits in the middle of his palm. He looks at the timid employee for a few seconds, with a dangerous storm brewing in his glare. The younger man swallows, palms sweaty as he avoids doing any sort of action to piss off the dark-haired scientist.

"I'll deal with it," Harry grumbles through gritted teeth, bitter rage still boiling within him from the previous and unsuccessful phone conversation. The blond goon senses that his boss is feeling extremely prickly at the moment and simply moves forward, placing a piece of paper with the address of the new tenant on the edge of the desk. Turning, he leaves in a hurry without any further words so as to not poke the bear.

Two blocks away? That was awfully close. Somewhere for someone new to get near to him, threaten him in his own territory.

Harry stands, walking over to the large window which overlooks the city below him. This is his city, and he'll be damned if someone tries to make a move to change that. He grabs his gun and strides through the company building, holding an antagonistic expression and glaring at anyone who dares look him in the eye.

Outside, the sun is up in the middle of the vast blue sky, signalling that it’s midday. The city bustles with noise as people chatter through the streets and birds chirp from tree to tree. If anything, the city-life only fuels Harry’s bellicose mood as the world around him seems to experience ecstasy and bliss while he has to address a current complication on his territory.

Harry continues his war-path through the populous streets, weaving through the gaps in the crowds to arrive at the now occupied property. His hand instinctively touches the cool metal of his concealed gun behind him, slender fingers at the ready to pull out the firearm if necessary.

Danger, an anomaly, or another bastard seeking to do away with his work - Harry’s prepared to show whoever the hell set foot on his property just who owns Central City.

What Harry doesn’t expect is coming face to face with… potted plants? An array of flowers that sit within tiny, terracotta pots… He blinks, reading the sign above, Primrose Path, thinking this is some sort of prank or front.

Is this really a floral shop?

Outside the quaint business sit several baskets of brightly coloured flowers, leading up to the door where beyond it, lay more and more crates of blooms all over the interior of the shop. And that's when Harry first hears your voice come from just inside the door.

"Six pink roses and a selection of white flowers to fill it out, wasn’t it? Oh, I’m sure that’ll make a wonderful display. Your mother is going to love it!"

Maybe Harry wasn’t as prepared as he thought.

The tenderness of your voice was definitely something he didn't expect. In fact, it rather takes him aback. Harry ducks and steps out of the way of the window so he wouldn’t be spotted, casting a glance at this new ‘resident’. Oddly enough though, when he catches sight of you, his fingers go limp from clutching his weapon. A weird, warm feeling courses through him as his eyes scan what they can from where he currently stands. It must be his gut warning him of something. With eyebrows knitting together, Harry figures he should go about this with caution.

He observes you with the customer, who had supposedly said something humorous because Harry hears you giggle and sees you covering your mouth. Your eyes crinkle in this adorable way that makes his stomach flip.

“Damn... she’s cute,” he mutters while hiding behind a hanging plant, peeking in through the window once more. He watches you for a few minutes, interacting with the customer and arranging a recent delivery of stock in your new premises. Your bright smile is utterly captivating and Harry finds the corner of his mouth turn up in a tiny smile as he looks at you. You couldn't be a threat, surely? No one that sweet would be trying to challenge him.

You let out another radiant laugh before Harry decides it’s time to leave. At the moment, he doesn’t consider you a risk or even a potential enemy in the future. Sometimes the property he owned was just a prime piece of real estate for someone to open a business. He has a hard time remembering that not everyone in this world has it in for him.

His hands bury into his pants pockets, still unable to wipe his smile away. He walks back to his company with the bell-like sound of your voice replaying in his head. The image of yourself has been burned into his mind.

"I'll come back and deal with this later," he whispers to himself, now registering how dry his throat had become.

He’ll deal with it... just not in the way he initially thought.

***

Ding ding!

You can’t stop the little gasp that escapes you when you see who it is walking through your door.

Since the event with the cop and the metahuman outside your shop, you’d been researching the creation and rise of the metahumans, and all of your reading seemed to culminate around the man now standing at the counter in your inconsequential little shop; one of the most famous, or maybe infamous, people in the city.

Doctor Harrison Wells.

From what you’d read, the man was a mystery, wrapped up in an enigma, wrapped up in a suit. A rather gorgeous, designer suit at that.

Several articles you’d found linked back to the War of the Americas and Harrison Wells’ name was prominently featured within them. He’d been discharged at the end of the war with a commendation and an award for bravery, though you hadn’t been able to find what it had been an award for. But now he seems to be seen more as a war-hero-turned-mad-scientist who had seen fit to turn this city upside down for his own gain as no one in Central City seemed to know what he and his team were working on in the high-rise S.T.A.R Labs building.

But despite much of this mockery and antagonism towards him, he had never been challenged to stop his work. He was a force to be reckoned with, and woe betides anyone who got in his way.

The rumours surrounding him seemed to go from the sublime to the ridiculous and you could not work out which, if any, were actually true. People said that since the war, there was a dark, underworld-type nature of most of his business that no one particularly wanted to talk about. He seemed to exude an aura of fear to the people of this city.

He apparently owned property in virtually every block, knew how to pay off the right people to get him what he needed and had a reputation of being able to… effectively deal with those who refused. The gossip all said that he dealt in the shadows, manipulating those small gangs in the criminal underworld to create the biggest empire the city had ever seen. Which, despite the mayor and elected officials, left Harrison Wells as the undisputed king of all of it.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to believe any of it. A man awarded such an honour during his service surely wouldn’t then come home to terrorize his own city. He was just another businessman, trying to make his way in a corporate world and people wanted to demonize him for his success.

Which brings you to the current hitch in your breath as the rumoured secret King of Central City lays a small bundle of bright blue flowers on your counter. His dark hair is messy, like he’s been running his hands through it, nothing like the styled pictures on the covers of magazines you’d seen. You notice his piercing blue eyes study you as you watch him. It’s hard not to be captivated by his handsome features but you force yourself to be professional again when he speaks.

“Hi there,” he says.

“H-hello,” you reply timidly. “Is this everything for you, today?”

“It is, thank you.” You ring in the bundle and tell him the cost. Harrison Wells slides a few bills across the flat surface to you, which you then place into the cash register. “Have a nice day...”

You offer your name at his hesitation and notice a slight tug in the upper corner of his mouth.

“(Y/N)... beautiful name.” You can’t hold back an uncontrollable, bright smile at his compliment. He doesn’t seem so scary. Harrison Wells turns to leave, but without his purchase.

“Uh, Sir? You forgot your flowers.”

“I didn’t forget,” the man says with a wink, leaving the shop as the door jingles when he exits. You pick up the pretty blue bundle of flowers and finally process their name.

Forget-Me-Nots.

[Chapter 2]

[central-city-meta-pocalypse]

Primrose Path (Harry Wells x Reader, Chapter 5)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths

Tag List: @aryasnape @cursedfaechild @jadedragon1903 @disneyoncerlover815  @child-of-winter-1215  @thecaptainsgingersnap  @miss–mercy @xccentriktigress @fireboltrose7559  (please check to see if your Tumblr settings are set to receive mentions from us for future tag related purposes!)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

(NSFW)

You see Harry every day in your shop for another week after your first visit to his house since you’d both been inundated with work and were too caught up with everything to go on another proper date. But towards the end of the week, he invites you round to his place again, telling you he wants to spend some more time with you outside of both of your busy schedules and also mentions that he has something he wants to show you.

When you arrive, he is already waiting for you at the front door. You’re feeling fidgety and you think you can pinpoint as to why…

You have to tell him. It’s the fifth date for goodness sake!

This was bound to come up sooner or later, the topic of your inexperience, and frankly you’re surprised he hasn’t brought up the idea of sex with you once since you’ve been seeing each other.

"Hey, Harry," you say, walking up to him with a happy smile to mask your worry, and kiss his lips.

"Hey, how's my little Flower?" he asks with a grin, icy blues giving you their full attention. Oh, he looks positivity adorable when he grins like that. And only for you.

"I'm good." You nudge his arm and raise a curious eyebrow. "Now, what did you want to show me?"

"Come with me," he says, his expression not giving anything away as he takes your hand and leads you through the rooms in his cavernous home. You weren't that far off in your assumption that it went back for miles but you did eventually come to the rear of the house where huge glass doors looked out onto a beautiful and impressive display of plant life.

"Is this... your garden?" Your mouth falls open at the beauty in front of you. Lilies, peonies, sunflowers... there’s so much variety, truly, it has you floored. Even a rose bush gracing the scene every so often. A gorgeous fountain structure in the middle of the garden accents the flowery view.

"Do you like it?" Harry asks hopefully, rubbing the back of his neck. You look up at him with a twinkle in your eyes. A huge grin breaks out across your awestruck face.

"I love it, Harry, it's so beautiful."

"Like the woman in front of me," he mumbles, but you hear him. He takes both of your hands into his own. He leads you outside, taking you over to the other side of the fountain where there’s a picnic set up on a blanket under the glowing light of the sunset. You didn't know if your smile could possibly get any bigger at this point… It’s so big that your cheeks are starting to hurt!

You sit and eat, joking together and telling little stories about your past. You are soon leaned into Harry's side, head on his shoulder and his arm around you, his fingers lightly brushing over your arm. The stars now litter the sky above you two, a beautiful contrast to the setting sun. You hum in contentment, slowly closing your eyes at the feel of Harry beside you. Your heart beats a little quicker in your chest like it always does when you are around him.

"Flower?"

"Yeah?" You open your eyes and look up at him. Harry gently pulls you onto his lap, facing him with your legs on either side of him. You give him a questioning look. He gently cups your cheeks, his own becoming pink.

"These past weeks since I met you and got to know you... have just been so wonderful..."

"I know, they really have been, haven’t they?" you agree, brushing your fingers over his jaw and wondering where this was going.

"And I don't know whether there's a correct time to say this... But…” He turns and reaches into the picnic hamper, pulling out a bundle of half a dozen tulips. You gasp quietly because you know now what he's going to say; tulips are given as declarations of love.

He’s been learning flower language for me?

“I want to tell you how deeply in love with you I am already. You're the brightest light in my life now and I just need you to know that I love every little thing about you. You bring me so much joy." Harry looks at you with pure adoration. “When I’m with you, there aren’t any expectations. I don’t have to be the powerful CEO or the man that the rest of the city is so scared of, I just get to be me. You make it so easy for me to forget about all of that and I love that about you, too.”

"Harry..." Your heart pounds in your chest at his confession as you take the flowers from him. He loves you? Hell, he loves you! "That’s because… I love you, too, Harry. With all my heart. I know it sounds crazy, but you're the one man I can see myself with in the future. You’re the only man I want. No matter what you do, I don’t think I could stop loving you."

There’s a flash of skepticism in his eyes, but it’s gone in a flash. "You don't know what that means to me, Flower," he sighs, brushing your hair back from your face as you lean into his touch. One of his hands finds the back of your neck and brings you forward so that your lips meet in a searing kiss. You place the flowers gently beside you as you wind your arms around his neck to kiss him, lips moving desperately against one another, as you press your chest fully against his.

Sighing against Harry’s lips, you can feel him practically radiate with want and need for you. You run your hands through his dark, chaotic hair that refuses to be tamed, finding out right away that he likes it when you do this thanks to his growls. His hands run down your spine, causing you to shiver. Good shivers. So good that you feel yourself begin to ache between your legs at his touch. Something that you haven’t felt with another man before.

Because Harrison Wells is unlike any other man.

He nibbles on your bottom lip, causing you to gasp and he slips his tongue past your lips, exploring you as much as he can get. His hands find their way under the bottom of your shirt, his fingers lightly brushing against the skin of your stomach and you feel that fire again. That longing for him burning within you… it’s starting to take hold of you.

Harry slowly pulls away from you, a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths from the passionate kiss. You’re breathing raggedly from the kiss' intensity. Your hands leave his hair and instead clutch onto his arms.

"I... I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, but I want to know if you want me to keep going," he whispers cupping your cheeks gently, icy blues gazing into your own. Even in the heat of the moment, he’s such a gentleman.

"I-I do... I want you, Harry," you say, running your hands over his shoulders, eyes bright and a shy smile. Harry nods, leaning back in to kiss you again, but you press a hand to his chest to hold him back.

"...Flower?" he asks worriedly as he looks into your eyes.

"Um... it’s just I've never... I mean I haven't... done this before..." You look away to hide the colour on your cheeks. Now you’re really kicking yourself for not having disclosed this to him earlier! But you were afraid. Afraid of Harry pushing you away if he found out the truth. Most men would drop you at the fact that you’ve never been with a man before in that way. Which is why you had let it fall to the wayside.

"So you're...?"

"Yeah..." You brace yourself for rejection. Oh God, and after his declaration of love, too!

"And I get to...?" Mouth agape, you look back at him.

‘Get to’? He’s okay with this?

"I-If you still want to..."

Your cheeks are probably as red as the roses beside you. There’s a bit of silence and then you hear him make a pleasing hum. Harry hooks a finger under your chin and guides you to look at him again. There’s amusement in his eyes, accompanied by a small smile curling on his lips.

"Of course I still want to. I'm happy to be your first, Flower. I consider it an honour. And now I know to be gentle and to take extra care with you," he starts, pecking your lips and grinning. Your heart feels like it’s doing flips in your chest. He doesn’t even ask how on Earth could a woman like you blah, blah, blah. And that only makes you love him more. He really is unlike any man you've ever met.

"If you ever want me to stop because you're uncomfortable or hurt, just tell me and we can stop."

You nod, smiling to yourself and playing with the collar of his dress shirt.

"Harry?"

"Yes, Flower?"

"We probably should go inside for this..."

"Yeah, we should," he agrees, getting ready to stand, "hold on tight."

You do as he says, your arms wrapping around his neck and your legs around his middle as he gets up from the ground. His arms then settle around your back, supporting you as he takes you back into the house.

You go in for another kiss when you reach the threshold. His pink lips are simply irresistible. You can’t get enough.

He makes his way through the house, pecking your lips every few steps as though you were like air to him. You head upstairs to a part of the house you hadn't been in yet, as Harry pushes open one of the doors to reveal his bedroom.

It amazes you how he effortlessly carries you through the house, not once stumbling or bumping into the furniture or walls. He sets you down to lay at the head of his plush king-sized bed before crawling over top of you. A small lustful glint appears in his eyes, the colour of tropical waters fading to a black sea. Harry licks his lips at the sight of you - rosy and anticipating his mouth, his touch, waiting for his entire being to envelop you. He leans down to kiss you, his callous hands finding the hem of your shirt and sneaking them under to caress your skin. You run your hand through his hair again as he explores your mouth, your shirt now pushed halfway up your body. Harry pulls away for a second, taking the fabric in his fingers.

"May I...?"

You nod quickly, allowing him to pull your shirt up and over your head, revealing your chest to him. He smiles, placing kisses across the top of your breasts, down to where your bra covers you.

You know you're going to be constantly blushing this whole time. Just the thought of seeing all of him was enough to do the trick. Your own fingers fiddle with the buttons of Harry's shirt and he swiftly undoes them for you and takes it off, condemning it to the floor. This reveals a chain that is draped around his neck with two little metal plaques on it, which now hang freely over you. You had no idea that Harry wore dog tags… but you soon look past them and start paying attention to his stomach.

You knew Harry was fit, but you didn't know he was that fit. You shyly run your fingers down his toned abs, his skin is smooth but firm under your careful touch. You can’t help but stare, thinking that this is your man and how lucky you are to have him in your life.

His blue eyes watch you admire his body. That smirk shows up on his face again. "Like what you see?"

"Maybe..." You look up to him with a hint of a mischievous smile of your own.

"Well I like- no. I love what I see." Harry leans down and kisses your chest again, his hands going to undo your bra clasp, but hesitating in case you want him to stop.

You move to give him a kiss, "Harry, it's okay. I'm okay, please keep going."

He kisses you deeply again, and you can feel his love in it and it just utterly consumes you. Once your bra hits the bedroom floor, he pulls away in order to look down at you, his eyes roaming your form like you were the most precious thing he's ever seen.

"So beautiful..." he murmurs before placing kisses everywhere he can reach. His hands start to play with the waistband of your jeans but you can tell he's hesitating again, so you put your hands over his own and guide them as he removes your pants.

He kisses your stomach before trailing small ones even lower and nipping to where your panties are, glancing up at you with blue eyes asking for permission.

"Can I?"

"Y-yeah." You nod shyly and let him slip them off you, now fully exposed to him. Your heart is going to beat out of your chest any second now, you just know it.

"So breathtaking." Harry kisses up your body, then growls against your lips before capturing you in a heated kiss. His fingers sneak over your curves and down to your increasingly wet folds. You gasp as his fingers go between your legs and brush against you, but that turns into a moan when he begins stroking you gently at a tantalizing pace. Your eyes flutter to a close at the feeling of him teasing your entrance and you're sure he can see the pleasure on your face as he gently slips one finger into you, beginning to prepare you for what it was you were about to do.

He adds another and you moan at the sensation of his fingers inside you, slowly thrusting in and out. The fact that you're giving him access to a place no one else has had access to before quite possibly makes you wetter. You squirm under him and Harry bites down hard on his lip, seeing you be so vulnerable and receptive to his touch. He’s watching your face contort in pleasure, eyeing you up like you’re the Eighth Wonder of the World. His length visibly hardens in his pants at seeing you underneath him like this.

"Oh, H-Harry," you moan breathlessly as he hits your sweet spot. He repeats his motions to get this same beautiful rise out of you - writhing in pleasure under his touch. Though you can sense he’s holding something back... He slowly removes his fingers from you, following your reaction as your eyes open at the absence of him.

"It's okay, baby," he says, beginning to remove his own pants as fast as possible until he's bared before you. Your breathing is still heavy from his earlier ministrations but now you’ve seemed to have lost your breath altogether. Your eyes widen at the sheer size of him, watching as his erection curves up perfectly toward his abdomen. Harry looks down on you seriously.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks while leaning down, gently rubbing circles on your hips. It’s like his fingers are burning you.

"Yes, Harry, I want you. I'm sure."

He smiles at your words and reaches over to search his nightstand drawer for some protection. Harry rips the little square package open and begins rolling the condom down his impressive cock. He lines himself up with your entrance as you grip his shoulders and prepare to feel every inch of him. You know he'll keep his promise to be as gentle as he possibly can. He slowly starts to push into your untouched centre, watching you for any sign of distress. You wince a bit, feeling small sharp pains as he stretches you out to accommodate his size. Mouth open, yet no sound emitting, you begin to tear up at the pain, but try to not let them fall because you want this. God, you really do want to do this with him. So you try to ignore what you’re feeling and focus on Harry. How he’s looking at you, how he smells, how he feels against you...

Harry leans down and starts to kiss you, trying to distract you from your discomfort.

"It’s okay, Flower," he whispers against your lips, "I've got you. I'm almost all the way inside of you." He cups your face and gently brushes your tears away. “Open up for me.” He shifts you carefully on the bed for easier access.

"H-Harry, you're so b-big," you whisper shakily, feeling his thick cock pulse within you. You breathe out a long sigh when he's fully inside of you because after the pain subsides, he feels better than anything you ever could have imagined.

"You feel so good, baby... so good," he breathes, kissing you again. He starts to move his hips, setting a slow and gentle rhythm which has you moaning with every thrust. You're aware of the tight feeling in your core already coiling within you as he thrusts a touch harder into you once, causing you to groan at the sensational mix of pain and pleasure.

But soon the pain slips away again and all you can feel now is the pleasure. You moan against his lips. His hips gently rock into you, just barely grazing your sweet spot and you accidentally roll your hips up against his careful movements, getting his length to hit you right there. You desperately want to feel that again.

"Harry... go f-faster, please."

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you." He pulls away and watches you attentively, his eyes full of uncertainty.

You nod, rolling your hips again. Harry ups his pace slightly for you, his dog tags dangling over your stomach, swaying in time with his movements. With his increased pace, he hits your sweet spot several times, causing a series of concurrent moans to fall from your lips.

“Harry, I think I’m-”

“Hang on, my Flower,” he says shakily, “I want us to c-come together.”

He thrusts a few more times, grinding down deep inside of you before you both equally can’t take it anymore. It only takes a couple more movements for the tightness to release inside of you as your walls clench around Harry and a euphoric feeling washes over your body, leaving you seeing stars. The feeling of you coming around him sends Harry over the edge as he finds his own release within you. The feeling is electric - losing yourselves to each other at the same time, through cries of pleasure and passion.

He works through your orgasms a bit, breathing heavily before pulling out when you finish and sweetly kissing your forehead. Your chest heaves from what you’ve just done and you lay your hand across your forehead and simply lie there to try to catch your breath while Harry deals with the condom.

When he collapses next to you, he brings you into his embrace for a kiss.

"How do you feel?" he asks gazing down at you. He has a warm smile on his face, happily having you in his strong arms.

"Like... I'm going to enjoy doing that more often," you whisper, starting to trace patterns on his gorgeous chest… Which is when you finally notice something. "Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Is... that a bullet wound?” You run your fingers over the small, round scar that sits over where his heart lies, looking up at him with concern.

"Um... Yeah... But you don't need to worry about that, Flower," he assures, giving you another little kiss. "It was a long time ago."

You are curious about the scar but can sense that he's fairly guarded about it. There is definitely some mystery still surrounding this man, but you figure you’ll uncover it eventually. Piece by piece. In time.

But for now, you are content to lie in your afterglow, feeling warm and comfortable in his arms, relishing the fact that you are in love with this man who makes you feel so incredible.

[darlingpetao3]

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Mafia Boss!Harry x Reader

Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.