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Harrison Wells (Eobard Thawne) x Reader - Chain of Events
*A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.
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****Here’s a little fic to cheer us up in light of what’s unfolding in season 8. I’m still just watching the Eo clips so I’m just going to stick to my writing and nothing else because I simply do not know what to do with the current plot (?). I’m still on hiatus due to school, but this and a few completed drafts were just sitting around. I have one more chapter to finish for the Wells-Thawne family (that I’ve been procrastinating) but that section of four chapters will be released once i finish the forth chapter before getting started on the next chapter installment for the series.
Word Count: 2835
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“Well, don’t you look nice in red,” you whispered into the empty room, materializing from the shadows in a fit of darkness. You couldn’t help but eye the Scarlet Speedster in the Cortex. Eobard’s breath hitched as he abruptly twisted his head to the sound of your voice. His tensed shoulders relaxed. You sent him a little wave with wiggling fingers. You were perched on top of a side table, one leg over the other and that cheshire-like grin plastered on your face. Both your hands were pressed on the table, propping yourself up as you had no support for your back. “All noble and dignified in that suit. A true hero,” you continued to tease him. "Isn't that right, Flash?"
It was Eobard’s turn to smirk, his heart warming in his chest significantly at the sight of you. He ran a hand through his slightly mused hair as the speedster approached you. You uncrossed your legs while the ‘hero’ loomed over you. “You shouldn’t be here,” the genius murmured teasingly, already wrapping his arms around you gingerly and slotting himself between your legs. You snuggled into his arms, pressing your face into his chest and breathing him in. You shut your eyes as you savored this moment with him. “The others will get ideas, Shadow Weaver.” Eobard’s grip tightened around you, placing sweet kisses on top of your head. He could get drunk off your company alone; the idea that you came this far with him, for him, out of love had the speedster thoroughly smitten. It’s not like Eobard would ever grow tired of you or the adoration he saw behind the fire in your eyes. One day, I’ll take you far away and we can live the life we’ve dreamed off, my little bird.
Even though you saw Eobard two days ago, the situation had been different, drastically different. This whole plan still gnawed at you; he had killed Barry Allen as a child in this temporary reality all the while taking up Barry’s place as The Flash… and as Iris West’s fiancé. All of this in order to siphon off speed from the Speed Force until the time point is corrected and when Barry would show up, he would be unmistakably heartbroken with dread. You knew it was a charade and you understood Eobard’s intentions as well as having faith in him. But seeing her by his side always felt like a sharp knife to your gut, twisting and twisting, even though Eobard had made it blatantly clear that he would never touch Iris the way he touches you. He would never choose her because he had you. You were always his endgame.
“Let them,” you muttered, shifting back to meet his eyes dead on. You laid your hands against his firm chest. “We won’t be in this reality for much longer anyway.” We’re almost done here. I can hold out for a little longer.
Eobard’s eyes ran over you, a glint of worry in them as his tongue clicked at your bandaged arms. He couldn’t help himself, his fingers moved to hold them in his gloveless hands. Instinctively, your body flinched away slightly from his touch. Eobard furrowed his brows as something dark stirred in his soul. His eyes caught sight of the bandages peaking the collar of your shirt and his jaw set. With one hand, the speedster brushed your cheek with his knuckles. “How are you feeling?”
“Better, although I think you handled me a bit too roughly over in our last staged fight. I just have a mild headache and some pain here and there.”
“I’m sorry.” The speedster took your head and leaned down, gently kissing your injured limbs. Eobard noticed how your body tensed up under his touch. His thumb gently rubbed the edge of the wrapping. “I hadn’t calculated Iris breaching to the fight. I should have cut the comms before heading to the warehouse.” To his chagrin, Iris came to your ‘fight’ with the genius speedster and shot at you multiple times regardless of his warnings for her to stay back. Eobard couldn’t care less about her safety, but Iris was one of the keys to Reverse Flashpoint. You tried to not hurt the journalist with your powers, if only to get her to stop shooting at you to flee with your Shadow Step. The speedster let out a sigh before resting his forehead on your uninjured shoulder as another apology fell from his lips. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”
“Hey, look at me,” you cupped the villain’s face in your hands, confidence bolstered your words. “I’m ok, I am more than capable of protecting myself even if you’re around. Was the situation less than tasteful? Yes, but I’m still in one piece. I’m still here and we’re seeing this through to the end so we can get back to you beating the living hell out of Barry and me watching from the sidelines with some popcorn.”
You planted a sweet kiss to his lips, one he returned sensually. “Just a few more days and we’ll be in a permanent timeline,” Eobard mused as he dipped his head a little, his mind already re-evaluated every course of action with Team Flash. They wouldn’t turn on him, not with how easily he has them ensnared in his script for the final act. “Barry showed up at the little ceremony.”
“I know, I was watching from the upstairs balcony.”
“Nothing slips past you, does it?”
“Not when you’re involved, my love,” you giggled as Eobard nuzzled into your neck, placing a few chaste kisses on your skin. You hugged him closer as electricity from the computers in the Cortex continued to hum. “I’ll be keeping Barry preoccupied the next few days. Put on a little show, have him second guess everything and teeter towards the edge.” I wonder what he’ll see the more he uses the Negative Speed Force.
“Such a clever little bird,” Eobard remarked smugly, kissing your lips “Everything’s going just as planned, naturally. We took it all from him. All I need is for whatever speed is left of the Speed Force to sync with my body before converting to Negative Speed Force particles.” We’ll be evenly matched once more in a few days.
You couldn’t help but avert your gaze from your fiancé. Your mouth moved, articulating your thoughts. “...I’m still not happy about Iris being around you nearly 24/7.”
“I’m not exactly enthused about it either,” Eobard agreed, shaking his head to himself as your gaze locked back with his. There was always such sincerity in his eyes when he spoke to you. “Or the fact that you’ll be by Barry’s side when he chooses to attack. I want his world to shatter all around him just as he had done to me. Things aren’t what they seem in this… reversal of events, to him, but it’s everything that I’ve strung together with the pieces at my disposal. I want him to break before he realizes that Damian’s the key to changing the timeline permanently. Our game of chess is not over.”
You let out a little sigh, dancing your fingers over his shoulders before loosely locking your arms around his neck. Eobard kept his hands on your sides. “Just… promise me when we get back we’ll take some time away from here,” you commented, knowing that he can sense the exhaustion you were feeling from living in Reverse Flashpoint for so long with him in order for things to go his way.
“I was thinking about that earlier when I was sitting at the last meeting with the others. I know you’ve been wanting to tour the Maldives.”
“You remember that?” You simply cocked an eyebrow at his oddly specific suggestion.
“Yes, of course I remember,” the speedster responded softly.
“It’s just I talked about that when we were…” You trailed off, biting your lip and dropping your gaze. That was so long ago.
Your murder speedster husband cupped your face, bringing your eyes to meet his icy blue ones. Eobard knew exactly what you were thinking. “What?”
“I remember when the two of us were planning things out seven years ago. You’d take me back and… we’d have that small wedding and have our honeymoon traveling to multiple islands. We’d explore everything, it would just be us and the open sea.” The genius scientist remained silent as he heard the slight ache in your voice. Seven years had passed and the two of you hadn’t been any closer to doing the things the two of you had discussed. You continued, “I know to a speedster seven years isn’t much, but it seemed like a lifetime for me. I just really miss you…”
“I know.” I couldn’t be there with you for a majority of time. Trying to outrun being erased or being executed. We could have had it all if Allen had just saved his mother and allowed us to go to my time. All that time, wasted. Time… And for that, I swear on my life that I’ll make up for every second that passed us. “Come on,” Eobard reeled himself back before tugging one of your hands for you to jump off the table. Your body protested at the sudden movement, an ache running through your nervous system.
“Where are we going?”
“Out, we’re going to get some of your favorite sushi and snacks and stay up all night by the fire until the sun comes up.”
“Wait, what about your whole plan with Team Flash? And Iris?”
“That can all go to hell.”
“But Barry-”
“With Allen sulking around I have no more use for Team Flash and Iris at the moment,” the Wells doppelganger explained, his hand giving your hand a gentle squeeze as he looked down at you with a certain glint in his eyes. You saw the bits of longing and adoration behind those eyes as he looked at you solemnly. “I just want to spend some time with you before we run from this time point.”
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“One hundred and thirty pieces of sushi at your service,” Eobard announced, striding into your bedroom with three large-sized party platters of various sushi stacked on top of one another. The speedster also bought you some gyoza, crab rangoons, and takoyaki. You couldn’t help the little gasp you made and the giddy smile on your face. You set your phone to the side and pressed out the spare, old towel from it’s creases. You were sitting cross-legged on your plush bed with multiple napkins positioned by the glass plates. Eobard could literally see sparkles in your eyes and he had to stop himself from chuckling at how cute you looked right now.
What can I say? I’m a simple girl, food makes me happy. Along with books and other things that I indulge greatly in. I am not ashamed to be honest. “You really know how to spoil a girl,” you felt your mouth watering as you opened up one container. You chopsticks were at the ready while your speedster genius got his plate and chopsticks. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for centuries.”
Did she just use my line?
The dark-haired man could only cock an ironic eyebrow at you as you started digging in .The two of you ate in comfortable silence, you were on your phone while Eobard was flipping through for either Criminal Minds or the Discovery Channel. Setting his plate down on his lap, Eobard glanced at you due to the different audios that he heard. “Are you on that stupid clock app again?”
“What? It’s entertaining, plus it helps pass the time.”
“As in ‘pass the time when you’re not around’. Right?”
You rolled your eyes at his accusation while trying to mock your voice. “I’m neither confirming nor denying that statement.”
“You don’t have to, that wicked smile of yours says it all,” the genius nudged you with his shoulder to which you nudged back. You couldn’t help but drop the serious demeanor you adorned to grin cheerily at Eobard. The speedster helped clean up, putting the sushi in smaller containers to fit in the fridge while you tidied up the room. A thought crossed your mind as Eobard re-entered the room and shut the door. You were already under the cool covers, freshened up for bed in your pajamas as your index finger played with your pillow case. In a torrent of gold lightning, Eobard was all done and making his way out of the bathroom to climb into bed with you. The speedster had his arms around your waist, hugging you close as he nudged his head to rest on your chest. You carded your fingers through his silky hair and took in little breaths through your nose. The dark-haired genius shut his eyes as he listened intently to your heart beat. Cuddling like this always calmed his chaotically racing mind. He's running his hands over your back, sending a shiver down your spine. Eobard planted a kiss on your collarbone, causing you to giggle quietly before clearing your throat. The whispered words at the back of your mind tugged at your heartstrings.
“Eo?”
“Hm?”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
The genius speedster pull away to look at you with curious eyes, he can sense the small flickering flame of worry in you. “When we go back to this new ‘corrected’ timeline, I don’t want Barry to separate us again.”
“They won’t,” the speedster murmured, the pads of Eo’s finger’s rubbed little circles on your back, “I’ll be damned if they take you away from me.”
You couldn’t help but respond with a small nod, but there was that nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach. Something unsettled you as the engagement ring on your necklace felt heavier. Your eyes drifted to see that Eobard was wearing his engagement ring on a necklace around his neck too. Not the faux one he had given to Iris, no. Eobard had hand crafted your ring and his years ago, something you secretly wore under your tops and shirts through the years. “You sure this will work?”
“It will. It has to. I’ve... run out of fast options that doesn’t include a speed drug. Barry’s becoming more and more like his future self, but I can still see the same boy from seven years ago. Confused and hurt. His connection to his Speed Force has gotten stronger, I’m merely using that to my advantage in this temporary time point.”
“.... What if something goes wrong? Then what?”
“I’ll adapt, I always do.” I have to, I have to fulfill my destiny and I cannot do that without you.
“I don’t want you to die again, Eo,” you whispered, almost in a pleading tone, running your fingers through his dark hair.
“I won’t, they’d have to take my speed and you away to seal my fate. To take my life.” Eo shifted himself as you pressed your lips into a thin line. He cupped your face gingerly. “What? What’s that look for?”
“I’m thinking.”
“What’s that beautiful mind thinking of?”
Your thoughts were falling right out of your mouth, allowing for your insides to churn with the notions your mind was conjuring. “I’m wondering how would your body react if your speed was taken away. What kind of toll it would have if Barry somehow found a way to sever you from the Negative Speed Force permanently. Barry was weak six years ago when he gave his speed to Zolomon, but you... yours is different than his.
Eo sucked in a little breath, his mind reluctantly contemplating such an outcome. It was something he thought of from time to time, should Barry advance enough to commit to that path. Swallowing thickly, the villain responded, “I wouldn’t be able to move much. It would take my much much longer to heal compared to Barry. It... would be hard to breathe. My mind would still be intellectually fast due to being a natural genius, but...” I would be a hallow shell of a man. He trailed off, not wanting to finish or tempt the thought that that outcome would be what his life could resort to. Speedless and alone.
“You’re not allowed to die,” you gave him a hard kiss, emphasizing your words and cupping his face to look at you. “You hear me? You’re not allowed to leave me like last time. You’re not allowed to lose yourself, to lose your speed.”
“You’re not allowed to die either,” Eobard couldn’t help but smirk at the blossoming determination on your face, a cute little and unyielding frown. “You’re not allowed to leave my side. You’re not allowed to give up on us.”
Deep down something inside you still stirred, but with the way that Eobard looked at you. The adoration in his simple touches, it had you feeling a bit reassured. “I love you.”
“And I love you, my little songbird.”
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Hush Hush // Eowells x Reader
A/N: this combined a couple requests I have for Eowells!! Hope y’all enjoy, sorry it’s short compared to my lengthy wordy fics tbh.
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Nothing made sense anymore. Was the sky still blue? Did birds still chirp, or were they speaking fluent Latin these days? Your world had been rocked when you watched Harrison stand from his wheelchair, and enter a hidden room inside Star Labs. Originally you’d followed Wells in attempt to ask him to dinner, but now that was the furthest thing from your mind. You’d crept as silently as you could around the corner and watched the wall he entered dissipate and reappear before your eyes. A few more steps down the hall and you stood where he’d just been. Slowly you pressed your ear to the door and you froze in your tracks, hearing the familiar crackling of lightening from inside. “Barry..?” You audibly whispered, which was a mistake.
Suddenly the wall fell from beneath your ear, and you collapsed to the floor in a brightly lit room you’d never been in before. Almost instantly the door closed again, and you looked around before your eyes landed on a bright yellow suit, with piercing glowing red eyes. “Just what do we have here?” He made sure his voice was contorted, but you would recognize that man anywhere. “How—you’re not—“ you shook your head staring at his legs, before standing to your own feet with a furrowed brow. “Harrison..?” A hand outreached to him toward his covered face, but before you could touch him he spun you around and cuffed you to the bottom of his apparently unneeded chair. “Wha- What are you.. why..?” You frantically tried to pull your arms free but it was no use.
Finally with a frustrated sigh, Harrison removed the mask and stared down at you. “I really wanted to have more fun with this but you make it so hard when you look so..” He paused to kneel to the same level, voice lowered and grainy. “Deliciously pitiful.” The way he spoke sent a chill through you. So many questions pegged your mind as you stared at him. “How are you walking?” Was the first to leave your lips. The man puffed a laugh. “Always could, what else?” He gave no explanation, rendering half your questions useless if that’s how he was going to respond. Finally you reached one that you knew he’d want to answer. “What’re you going to do to me now that I know?” For a split second his eyes crackle with electricity and a devilish grin parts his lips to show off his dimples. “Oh, what a question..” Wells drawls, slowly walking around behind you. You feel him lean over your shoulder and he takes in a deep breath letting the smells of your perfume linger in his senses before answering, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Whatever the hell I want to.” Shivering at the words you couldn’t stop the pooling between your thighs and the throaty sigh that floated past your lips.
In an impossible second he’d repositioned you, his hand wrapped around you to tightly cover your mouth. He turns your head to growl his words into your ear. “Keep quiet, or I’ll just have to gag you..” His hand lowers to your neck and he holds it there briefly, with the slightest amount of pressure applied as to not hurt you, but warn you. Any words you had were caught in your throat by his grip so you nodded hastily, aching to have his hands on you now. A low hum vibrates against your neck as his hand slowly caressed down your body. A shaky sigh fell from your lips with the feeling as his fingertips began just barely buzzing against the goosebumps on your skin. At the lack of sound Wells nodded. “Good girl..” he murmured against your hair, his words and breath tickling your ear and sending a rolling chill down your spine that made your hips twitch. Harrison welcomed the movement by slipping his fingers into your folds with a quickness. Knowing you would blow it if you didn’t gain some control you brought your bottom lip between your teeth to silence any noises that threatened escaping.
Seeing you fight against the pleasure he shot through you only added gasoline the fire, the power trip he’s experiencing only becoming stronger the more you react to him. Pressing them firmly to your clit he vibrated his fingers rapidly, making you gasp for air and tug at your chained wrists involuntarily. You closed your eyes tightly while your teeth surely bruised your lip more with each wave of ecstasy. Next to your ear the yellow-clad scientist groaned approvingly at the way your body shook for him. “Such a naughty thing, enjoying this oh so much..” His voice was raspy and outrageously dripping in lust. Hearing him taunt you made a small whimper escape past your tensed vocal chords. Once he heard it he let out an aggressive sigh, circling his fingers in relentless buzzing circles on your throbbing nub. He was testing you, wanting to give you no choice but to cry out and get punished for it. His tongue ran along his lips hungrily as he watched your mouth fall open. A string of small whines and gasps filled the small room and your legs shook from the merciless pleasing.
Eyes crackling again, the speedster instantly changed your arrangement and had you stripped and cuffed with your hands above your head. He hovered over you, naked himself and his eyes glowing bright scarlet down at your panting body. All you could do was watch as he positioned himself to enter you, but hesitated. Bringing his chiseled arms to rest on either side of you he leaned his face to be level with your own, a devious smile across his face. “Tell me you want it.” His words were low but his gaze was locked on your lust blown eyes. Without warning he began to vibrate himself against your dripping folds, forcing a small moan to hit his ears and prove him right. He clenched his jaw tightly and told you again. “Say it.” Wells growled, a hint of impatience lingering in his tone. Still you persisted and kept silent. After all, he’d told you to. Another low and guttural noise left him and he increased the vibrations and positioned the tip of himself to your clit. Another much louder moan left you now and you caved, back curving off the floor as you sighed heavily. “P-Please.. please, fuck me.. I-I’ll be a good girl I promise.” Every word came out as a breathy or whiny slur but the brunette drank in every one of them like nectar to a hummingbird.
His strong hands gripped at your thighs as he entered you, never ceasing the vibrations all the while and sending them to your core with ease. Again you gasped but finally Wells kept to his word. One hand flew up to your neck, his grip nowhere near tight enough to hurt you but just enough pressure to shock you into submission. Keeping his hold he stared down at you watching you draw your swollen lip into a bite to refrain from eliciting any more noises. At the sight of your reserve his thrusts became rougher, each one delivered faster than the last until his entire body was buzzing with movement. Before the noise even left your mouth he felt your vocal chords contract beneath his hand and tightened just slightly as you were about to release a loud whining cry. Without the ability to release the tension audibly it built up in you quickly, tightening and pulling at the ball of pressure forming in your abdomen. Hips beginning to buck upwards into Harrison’s he quickly forced them down with his other hand. “Don’t.” He growled through gritted teeth, his voice the same distorted tone it’d been when you first entered the room.
A strained whimper left you as your body began to quiver, legs twitching with every move the man would make, arms relentlessly tugging at your restraints. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer and by the looks of it he wouldn’t either. His previously glowing eyes had dimmed and fluttered closed, his hand moved from your neck to your side, nails scraping your skin ever so slightly. You released a shaky sigh and your back arched off the floor, pressing your body tightly to him finally bringing a low groan to bubble out of him. Within seconds he’d come undone, his entire body vibrating as he rode out his elevated high. Once his eyes met yours again you were done for, a slow and breathless string of moans trickling from your lips and into the thin air around you. Wells watched your face twist and brows furrow at the pleasure and euphoria.
Finally he pulled out of you when his body slowed to a stop. Another nanosecond as your slightly cut wrists were freed, clothes thrown haphazardly back on your body, and the daunting yellow inverted version of Barry’s suit adorned his body again but still no cowl, feeling unnecessary now. For a moment you simply stared off into nothingness, anything to avoid his eyes. That was impossible though when he kneeled before you and tilted your head with his forefinger. “Our little secret. Right?” He gave a very pointed look, but behind his eyes was no longer the spark of lightening, but a sort of softness. You nodded a bit before leaning forward to kiss him, something so simple and small but the gesture alone meant worlds to the imposter of a Wells before you. Bringing his hand to your shoulder he gently pushed back, a sad sort of smile on his lips. “Oh damn you..” before he could finish the thought he interrupted himself kissing you again. “What ever will I do with you?” His words tickled your lips and a hint of a smile tugged at the corners, and he caught it just briefly. Harrison clicks this tongue at you, shaking his head slowly with a playful smirk. “Naughty naughty thing..”
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i wanted to draw everything like in the first pic, but something went wrong i love selfcest so much
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“One Of The Same” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Author’s note: this is some unpublished work I hadn’t posted before and I found it and I hope you all like it.
Warnings: SMUT. First person pov
Barry sped us through time, seeing various fragments of it in a second, trying to locate our destination. We made it to the day Hartley had attacked and according to Barry this was the perfect opportunity for us to find my doppelgänger first and knocked her out of the way. I had decided to come with him, neither Harry or i trusting that he could convince Thawne he was the Barry from his time. I had never met the man, only hearing stories about him when Barry felt like sharing enough information about him, but that gave me an advantage, a neutral ground to be of use or at least Harry seemed to think so.
We took care of my doppelgänger first before setting out to find the flash front his time, taking care of him was easy and once he was taken care of we made our way to Star labs. I had stolen a few pieces of clothes from my double to wear and blend in; I needed to be very careful with my words, I was not only still unfamiliar with the team, I was also not from this Earth, I could easily slip out and blow our cover.
Once inside the labs Barry set up to his mission, finding a way to get Wells or Thawne’s help with the speed equation; I was supposed to keep Caitlin and Cisco distracted enough to leave Wells alone long enough for Barry to figure out his plan. They were happily unaware of who I was, or better yet who I wasn’t, but time was running and Barry wasn’t back, the tranquilizer we had given our doubles would wear off in around 24 hrs.
Barry received a text from Iris, apparently she needed his help in some science business and even as I tried to pull him away and to focus on his mission, to him any Iris of any timelines would always be a priority and this was proven when he left me alone at the labs.
I had settle myself in an empty workshop while I waited for Barry to return, trying to stay out of the way hoping I wouldn’t have to see him, I hadn’t encountered him yet and I was thankful for it, I didn’t know anything about the man, I didn’t know what kind of relationship he had with my doppelgänger, according to Barry she was always kind to him but they never seemed to speak more than a few words at a time.
As I flipped through some pages pretending to look occupied, the faint sound of a wheelchair motor caught my attention, the moment I turned around my eyes met his, those blue ocean eyes that always seemed to be fighting against a storm; there he was sitting right under the doorframe, his eyes were cold, calculations and so intimidating I felt myself shrink down in fear. I offered him a kind smile, trying to remain professional; he only stared at me, his eyes studying me as he crooked an eyebrow. I didn’t know what game he was playing at but when it came to him I couldn’t risk anything slipping out of my mouth. Any detail for insignificant that it looked was a vital part of information to him.
“Is there anything you need Dr. Wells?” I softly asked, hoping to appease him, he seemed predatory, like a beast about to attack his prey and I found myself completely lost. He had me at his mercy, I was alone, Caitlin and Cisco had left for the day.
“We are leaving” he announced. Panic settled over me as I glanced at the clock, it read a little after 6 pm, Barry wasn’t back and I didn’t have any idea as to where he was taking me.
“I have to finish this papers before leaving.” I tried to dissuade him but he was set on. He hadn’t asked me, he had informed me that we were leaving.
He gripped the armrest of the chair, looking like an animal about to hunt down his pray. Slowly he got to his feet, my eyes momentarily widened in shock, faster than I could process his hand snapped to my arm, harshly grabbing it before yanking me to him, I hissed at the pain and stared at him like a deer about to be hit by a truck, his eyes softened for second along with his hand before he hardened his grip again and turned me, my side burying into his chest.
Eobard saw the panic running behind my eyes, my hand pushing against his chest, trying to put some distance between us, but he only gripped my arm tighter.
“Stay still” he growled before turning us both around and speeding us out of the lab.
Once I opened my eyes I noticed he had taken us to what I could only assume was his house, it radiated a strange sense of home, a certain peace to it, completely opposite to the man receding in it.
He let go of my arm, walking forward towards the marble island adorning the main area of the kitchen, he grabbed a drink, smelling the alcohol before taking a gulp. He sat the glass down, placing both of his hands in the counter far away from each other. He seemed stress, he seemed miserable, making a pinch of sadness settle on my insides.
I walked a little further inside the house, moving closer to him. I could see him looking at me through the corner of his eye, studying my movements and reactions, making me wonder why I was here. I moved closer to him and his eyes scanned my face as he turned around completely. Our eyes connected and I could see the pain and longing behind them, he was lonely, he was desperate to return to his time, to return home. His eyes started down at me so lovingly, it was almost imperceptible but I could see it behind all the walls he kept himself hidden behind, I wondered what kind of relationship they had, if they had any, or was this just a one sided thing were he miserably kept me near him just because I knew his secret or because it was the perfect excuse to have some company, the ache in his eyes somehow holding me in place.
I knew I was supposed to hate him, but I couldn’t, this man in this moment in time hadn’t done anything yet to make me personally hate him he wasn’t my enemy. He was only the reminder of a man I had once loved, a different version from another Earth, they were so similar yet so different.
His eyes followed my every movement as my hand reached to his arm, carefully trying to coax him closer. This was a fragment of time that would stay hidden forever, it wouldn’t change anything, it wouldn’t affect anyone. It would be a secret only this walls would know.
He kept studying me, trying to decipher what exactly I was doing and I wondered that myself as my hand moved to his face, he closed his eyes at the contact of the flat of my hand against his cheek. I could feel the way the air escaped his lungs, the way he gripped the edge of the counter top, trying to control whatever urges had taken over him, I had forgotten what I was doing here or what I was supposed to do, my every thought had been consumed by Eobard Thawne, this broken man who was hiding behind the façade of intimidation. I wondered when was the last time someone had touched him, the last time someone had been kind to him.
In a split second he had turned us around, trapping me in between the counter and himself, his hands gripping at my hips as his eyes burned into mine. I slid my hand down towards his neck, pulling him forward enough to ghost my lips over his, I could hear him suck in a breath, swallowing hard as his nose brushed mine and he felt as if he was about to melt under my touch. My lips brushed his, parting slightly to feel the edge of his; his hand tightened, squeezing me while he moved forward, finally closing the space in between us, his other hand moved up my arm, in between my shoulder blades until they reached my hair and his fingers tangled themselves in it with a grip hard enough to make my neck crane back and my mouth part open for him. His tongue darted past my lips, in a way that seemed to needy for someone like him, he licked every part of my mouth, making his personal mission to learn the taste of me; running the flat of his tongue once more in an unflinchingly broad stroke against mine he pulled away, leaving me breathless for a moment before his lips pecked at my bottom one, grabbing it softly in between his.
My eyes remained close as I turned my face, leaving an open access for his lips to run along my jawline until the reached my neck. His teeth sinking down on the skin, making me moan and sight at the feeling, he sucked in, leaving a mark before running his tongue over the skin in an apologetic manner. His hand moved under my shirt, caressing the skin softly, rubbing small circles with his thumbs before moving up my waist, his open hands settling in the middle to wrap me and keep me in place. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling it hard enough to make him growl before he bit down on my neck harder as a punishment making my back arch into his touch.
One of his hands moved over my back, gripping at the skin so desperately that it made me think he hadn’t had any physical contact of this kind in years. He gripped the bottom of my shirt, lifting over my head, I bit my lip as he just looked at me, his hand softly settling on my cheek as he brought me closer once more and kissed me as if his life depended on it. A hint of jealousy hit me when I realized he wasn’t thinking about me, he was thinking about her and even if there was no difference to the eye it still made some kind of rage settle in me to prove myself I could make him forget the touch of anyone else and remember me until the end of his days.
I moved my hand under his black sweater, touching the skin of his abdomen and feeling the muscles contract at my touch, the hand on my neck grew tighter as he breathed in at the contact. I circle them around his middle, successfully trapping him in my embrace while he kissed me,. Deciding I needed more than this I lifted his shirt over his head, aching to feel his skin against mine, I moved to unclip my bra before pulling him down to kiss him once more. This new bravery had taken him by surprise, distracting him for a second, getting a hold of himself again he held me and in a second he speeded us both to his bedroom, laying me down in a plush soft duvet. He was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at me in a predatory way, a smirk showing a row of suddenly very sharp teeth planted on his face.
He lowered himself in between my legs, hiding his face on my neck, I could feel the way he inhaled my scent, trying to burn it in his mind and the way his tongue ran flat over my skin, making me throw my head back and tangled fingers in his hair.
“I have wanted you for so long, I have been watching you for so long and now you are finally here” he whispered in a moment of weakness, making me feel incredibly guilty, I was stealing this moment from him, I was giving him a false promise of an intangible gift he so desperately needed.
“I know is not you, I know he brought you with him but I will take what I can get.” He felt the way I tended under him at his words, running his tongue over my neck in an attempt to relax me. I should have known better, he was too smart of course he had figured it out, but he was willing to give a blind eye.
His hand moved down my middle to my thigh as he pressed himself harder down onto me, caging me when he moved his arms to either side of my head, his mouth colliding with mine as he opened it and his tongue explored mine. God he was so needy but I loved it. I loved the way this big bad man was coming undone under my touch.
His hand moved down to the button of my pants, opening them before pulling them down at inhuman speed. His fingers digging into my skin as my hands traveled down his torso until they reached his pants, undoing them before he got himself out of them.
I wrapped my legs over his middle and pushed him to the side, successfully flipping us and leaving me on top of him. I couldn’t hold myself at the way his eyes looked at me, so desperately needing my touch, he was silently begging for affection and it made him seem so much more human, how many lonely nights, desperate moments and dark days did he spend alone? He was human after all.
I sat on his thighs, wrapping my fingers around his cock and the moment he felt my hand around him he snaked his arms around me, hiding his face on my chest as I stroked him, he could hear the faint growls and grunts escaping him, loving the way his tip leaked with precum as I drew him closer to the edge. He momentarily buzzed and the vibration from his thigh sent a shock of pleasure stray to my core, making a moan escape me.
His lips moved over my breast, trailing open mouth kisses over them before he decided he had had enough of my teasing and moved his hands to squeeze my ass before lifting my up and yanking my underwear out of the way. He moved me over him and I grinded my entrance over his cock before sinking down slowly onto him, hitting my lip at the amazing pressure that came with fitting all of him inside. His hands took a bruising grip on my sides, holding me while simultaneously guiding my down and giving me a moment to adjust to him. He kissed my neck, running one hand down my back to rest on the curve of my ass while the other tangled itself on my hair.
Moving my hips I started to move, setting a slow pace, wanting to drag this out as long as possible, my hands settled on his chest, giving me some balance to ride him. It was delicious, the way every inch of him stretched me out, how the tip of his cock dragged against my walls, hitting that amazing spot inside everytime I moved up to the tip before sinking down again completely. He was getting desperate, his hand gripping my ass moving my body up and down faster while his hips snapped up to meet mine, he was in control even when he allowed me to pretend I could tame him.
In a particularly harsh thrust he grunted when my eyes closed and my back arched in his arms, he had taken over, guiding my hips to snap against his faster and harder, making sure to hit my core everytime, bringing me over the edge faster and faster, he was close too, I could feel it in the way his throat tightened around a swallow and his eyes unfocused completely for a second. He was holding back until I was done for and the thought of him being so kind sent the knot in my stomach loose as I tightened around him, making him groan and speed up his movements to meet mine in the middle, I could feel him falter as his movements got sloppy, feeling his cock throb inside as he came.
He held me in his arms for what seemed to be hours but where only a few minutes before laying me down and wrapping himself around me, he knew this moment would be gone tomorrow, when me and Barry left, but he wanted to savor every second of my presence for as long as he had me, forgetting for a night that there was life outside of this moment.
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The Wells Story Ideas
Because, as time is going on in my head and insomnia strikes me once more, I find myself stuck with the urge to write, yet no will to write, I give you some ideas about Harrison Wells and his many incarnations that you can use for your own pleasure, whether imagining it in your head or actually writing it.
If you do write a story from one of these, let me know. I’d love to read it.
Putting a keep reading tab in case there are spoilers.
*ahem*
Harribard Eowells
- Kidnapping you to protect you from Gorilla Grodd.
- Taking you to Big Belly Burger on a first date. You hate him for it, but are secretly grateful for the casual setting.
- Telling you he’s the Reverse Flash in an attempt to keep you on his side. It failing. The two of you having to fight. Watching him get erased from existence.
Earth-1 Harrison Wells
- Talking about having a family and a future with you
- Suggesting that you go to Big Belly Burger on the way home, just barely missing a traffic jam. Taking an alternate route, never running into Eobard that night.
- Harrison begging and pleading with Eobard to save you after the crash. You saying that it’ll all be okay before you die.
Harry Wells
- You get kidnapped by Zoom. He spends days without sleeping trying to track you down. Offering to switch places so you can be with Jessie. Jessie getting taken instead. The two of you searching together.
- Meeting your doppelganger on Earth-1. Your Earth-2 self being dead. You bringing him Big Belly Burger and just talking and trying to keep the mood light as you search for Jessie
- Harry finding out that your Earth-1 twin is dead. When he gets back, he pulls you into the longest hug imaginable.
HR Wells
- HR doing whatever he can to make you smile after you learn that Iris was going to die
- Begging Gypsy to spare his life. Saying that you love him for the first time in front of a complete stranger.
- Holding onto him as he dies, begging for him not to leave you alone. Not again.
Well, there you go. Some story ideas running around in my brain that I can’t seem to bring life to. They’re all yours, I guess.
#harrison wells#harrison wells imagine#imagine harrison wells#harrison#wells#hr wells imagine#imagine hr wells#hr wells#hr#harry wells imagine#harry#eobard#harribard#eowells#harribard eowells#earth-1 harrison wells#earth 1 harrison wells
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Eobard Thawne in season 1. [pt.2]
#harrison wells#eobard thawne#tom cavanagh#the flash#theflashseason1#reverseflash#eobardwellscavanagh#myedit#theflashcw#harribard#tomcavanagh#theflash#eowells#eobardthawne#harrisonwells
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Eobard Thawne (Harribard) x Reader
Trying to get back to writing. Here's some angst. Sorry if it's a bit confusing, timeline of the personal mind-alternate universe plus the new episode Ooofff
Your mind is blank. Your body is shaking. The unknown future is getting to you. The anxiety is building upon you. What now? What happens next? All the past has built up and now every decision, every action has come back to bite you in the ass. At the moment, it felt like the right decision: Stay home, don’t do anything, sleep. The sadness coursing through you. The unwillingness to do anything.
Because how could you do anything. You had fallen in love with the person you were supposed to turn in. You had made love countless times to the person you were supposed to despise. But things had changed while undercover.
It felt as if you were going to betray the one you loved... Until you found out that he had betrayed you first.
From then on you gathered up the strength you had seemingly lost during your time with him. In a way, he had domesticated you. Forgetting your entire mission. Then you found out what he did, bringing back all your prior training and the original mission of why you had time jumped from the past to the future was in full throttle once again.
It was scary how you had let yourself down into a pit for a man.
Never again.
Now that you’re trying to fix it it seems unfixable, like nothing will ever get better. Things might get worse. Who knows?
But you have him.
Or maybe the small steps you're taking to at least try and fix it are something. Maybe those small baby steps are taking you somewhere where you are actually meant to be. Somewhere where you will learn from your mistakes.
You thought you would learn.
You completed your mission. You had him under custody.
The year was 2049, and your team finally had him. The man-the man who did so many evil things to reach his goals, the man who murdered so many people, the man who not only destroyed entire timelines, but also aided in committing Nazi war crimes. The man relentless in hate and obsession.
You felt pride that he was finally paying for all his crimes.
Regret, that it had to be you to be the one to bring him in.
He was given the death penalty. The little time he had counted down. Months went to weeks. Weeks turned to days. Days turned to hours. Hours to minutes, and minutes to seconds. Everything was about time. The ticks. It all lead to The ultimate countdown.
“You’re back.” He doesn't look at you, the back of his hair messy, pointy, and everywhere. He has his back turned to you pacing his cell.
“Your visits. From Nora Allen have been frequent.”
“Not as frequent as yours.”
“ If you betray her Eobard, if you try anything-”
“What? What will happen, (y/n)? I'm already imprisoned. You made sure of that."
"She believes in you, Eobard, and if you betray her like you betrayed me, if none of it is truly genuine-"
"She’ll never leave with what I’ve done to her. Nora can help me. She can help us so that none of what I did happens to you. It would fix our timeline, the timeline he ripped away from me!" He turned to you. He couldn't face you, couldn't meet your eyes. They were full of hate against him again. He couldn't face those eyes again.
"You really want to help the Flash?"
He stayed silent, with a blank expression. "SEE You never change, do you Eobard? YOU ALWAYS HAVE A PLAN!" Your anger sourges through you, you could see through the glass' reflection how furious you were. You had tried to be strong to keep your emotions at bay, but they were too overwhelming. "I just never thought you would go this far. Not with me!”
He seemed genuinely confused and worried as he looked into your eyes. "What do you mean?"
"You- you impregnated me- to keep me with you? I, or another me, was going to leave you for some other most likely crazy reasonable purpose that happened between us or in the timeline!" You gasped failing to hold back sloppy tears, "But involve an innocent child. Is low. Lower than you!"
Flinching at the speed he humanly had. He closed the amount of distance you two had been separated to reach you only to be separated by a sheen of glass. His breath fogged up the view as he took deep breaths down at you. " You're pregnant? One of me- I got you pregnant?" He took a deep sigh, taking one step back from the glass, reaching out his hand and placing his palm on the glass nearest your cheek.” Let me do this. Let me go through with this. Please.”
#eobard thawne x reader#eobard thawne#eobard x reader#reverse flash#eobard thawne imagine#harrison wells#reverse flash x reader#harrison wells imagine#harribard x reader#harribard#eowells
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I knew it!
Eobard, you sneaky, sneaky bastard...
#the flash#eobard thawne#what's past is prologue#season 5#the flash theories#the flash spoilers#harribard#eowells#harrison wells#the bad one
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Yep, I am writing my fic again. Its a Reader x Eowells fic. 9 chapters so far. More soon and actually soon as I am now back writing this again.
Sorry for the year delay due to illness.
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I'm going to say this one time, and one time only: Eobard Thawne is Flash clickbait. No, I will not be taking any questions, thank you.
[Edit]: When I say Eobard Thawne I mean both Tom and Matt's portrayal of Eo.
#harrison wells#eobard thawne#reverse flash#the flash#the flash cw#cw#dctv#eowells#harribard#harribard eowells#team flash#the flash season 8#dc comcis#arrowverse
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#13 & #15 with EoWells for the drabble/prompts thingy?
#13 - “Something tells me you’re not gonna give in.”
#15 - “You’ll be my dirty little secret.”
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Shuffling into the lab, you tried not to slip as the rain that covered you dripped onto the floor. Your thin jacket was soaked through, your blouse and skirt practically although you’d gotten them out of the washing machine early. You groaned as you attempting to ring out your hair, watching a puddle of water form under you. Hearing the familiar whirring of his chair you turn to see Harrison enter the room. His eyes squinted at the sight if you, and he couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Get caught in the storm I take it?” He asks as his fingers fiddle with the controls of his chair, turning him towards you with a small lurch. You nodded sheepishly, opting to sit in one of the plastic lab chairs rather than soak a computer chair.
Coming close to you now he held his free hand out to you. “I’ll go wash your clothes, and dry them.” He motioned for you to hand over your jacket and you did, get his hand stayed expectantly out. The blush in your face spread and he smirked a bit. “You’ll catch a nasty cold if you sit around in wet clothes. Come on now, strip.” He backed his chair up and motioned for you to stand, eyes locked on the way your clothes clung to your skin. With a dry swallow you obeyed. “Something tells me you’re not gonna give in.” You mumbled softly and Harrison only smiled wider as you began unbuttoning your top.
His bright blue eyes never moved form where your hands occupied. Once you’d taken off your top he extended his hand again, but his eyes went to your skirt and stayed there until you dropped it off your body. Again he held a hand out and happily took the clothes from you. For a moment he just stared at you, licking his lips while his eyes flickered all over your wet body. Suddenly he perked up a bit and held a finger out, turning his chair to trail down the hall and back. He returned without your clothes, but a Polaroid camera and a large sweatshirt in his lap.
Waiting for him to hand you the garment you froze at the way his eyes were practically glued to your exposed skin. Stepping forward slightly you extended a hand for it and he held his up to stop you. “Just.. don’t move..” His voice came out low and gravelly. He brought the camera up and before you could try to disobey or hide from it’s lens he snapped it at you. You face lit up at the idea of him wanting a photo of you like this. Harrison’s eyes wandered down to the developing picture and he hummed happily, finally tossing you the sweatshirt. “You’ll be my dirty little secret.” His words were like honey and you wanted to lick them from his lips, but you simply looked away and dawned the black sweatshirt as he turned with a satisfied grin to roll towards his computer.
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“No” A Harrison Wells/Eowells X Reader Fic
Word count: 993
Author: Me(Melanie)
Warnings: none
Ugh, today was bad. Usual days just zipped by anymore. This was not a usual day. It seemed that Meta after Meta were just coming out of the woodwork today, causing trouble. You just helped the team and hoped the day would be over with soon, as you hated lying to your friends.
You had recently found out that Harrison Wells was the reverse flash. At first, you were going to tell Barry and the rest of the team but then decided that it wasn't really your problem. You were only planning to be here for about another week. Of course, that was about three weeks ago.
You convinced the self-absorbed Eobard Thawne that you weren't going to spill his little (Or actually, his HUGE) secret to anyone, and he gave you the benefit of the doubt.
As the day finally came to a close, you realized that while dealing with the days Meta's you forgot about the stupid speech test thing you were supposed to do with a friend who has 'decent speech patterns'.
Great, you thought to yourself.
Caitlin and Cisco were already gone, both looking really exhausted. You couldn't blame them, today had been a long one for everyone. Barry was still here, you think to yourself, now wanting to encounter the 'Dr. not so Harrison Wells'. You race around S.T.A.R Labs trying to locate him. Outside the Cortex, in the hallway, a whoosh of air hit you as Barry stopped in front of you.
Yes!
"Hey, Y/N, I've gotta run, Joe needs me back at home. Can you, um, lock up, for me?" He asks.
You give a heavy sigh, and a small smile, "Sure Barry, catch you later."
"Okay, thank you, Y/N." He put on his coat as he sped away.
"Aaahhh, why me!?" you say out loud, really to yourself more than anybody else. So, you would have to ask 'Dr. not so Harrison Wells' after all. Almost running, you head up to his office, not wanting him to run off too. When you reach it, you give a little knock to alert him of your presence. He was positioned behind his desk, examining some papers.
"Hey, I need your help with something, Dr. not so Harrison-"
"Would you stop calling me that?" He grumbles cutting you off.
"Um, not unless you have something else for me to call you. And, as a matter of fact, I like calling you that." You mock walking over to his desk.
He glares at you for a second before looking back at his papers "What is it that you wanted?"
"Okay, so as you well know, I have 'speech problems'" You put air quotes around the words "And I recently let myself get talked into -By Caitlin- getting help with it."
He glanced at you for a second, placing his papers down on the desk "So? Why are you here?"
"I have this test, that I need to do with a friend or really anyone who has decent speech. Caitlin and Cisco are gone, and Barry just ran out on me."
"Don't you have a sister?" He asked annoyed
"Yes, but she was here for the same amount of time that I was supposed to be here, I," You pointed to yourself "am the only jackass who decided to stay. She's probably living a normal life."
"So you don't have anyone to help you."
"Well," You walked around the desk, sitting on the edge near Dr. Wells "You, could always help me..."
"No." He said plainly going back to the stack of papers on his desk.
"Come, on." You say frustrated by his refusal to help you.
"I have work to do."
"So?" you say glaring at him.
"So, go away."
"No." You crossed your arms over your chest.
He looked over at you "Y/N, leave, now."
"No." You tilted your head to the side, meeting his gaze.
"Stop saying, no." He gave you a warning glare.
A teasing smile crept onto your face, and in a low voice you reply with one word "No."
That seemed to tick him off more than it should have. He moved the wheelchair back, and stood, towering over you.
"Y/N, I am not it the mood for your obstinate behavior, leave me to my work." He stepped closer to you, attempting to intimidate you.
Insistent on annoying him, you met his threatening gaze "No." You see him clench his jaw. It looked like he was trying to kill you with his gaze. Then, without any warning, his lips were on yours. It took a second for you to register his movements. He was kissing you? His hands were cupping your face, the kiss almost desperate against your mouth. Hesitating, you kissed him back, not really sure where this had come from. Of course, you'd thought of him that way, but not since you had found out that he wasn't really Harrison Wells, that he was a murderer. Your gut tightened, heart racing and your hands went to his chest, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer. One of his hands found your hip, lightly gripping it as his other hand tangled into your hair. You moaned a bit, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth before pulling back, dragging it between his teeth. His forehead rested against yours. You opened your eyes, staring into his now beautiful blue gaze. He was looking straight into your eyes, thoughtfully, as if he was contemplating something.
He lifted his head away from yours.
"I just kissed you," he said, sounding perplexed.
"Hello, I'm Y/N, you must be Captain Obvious." You say softly.
He chuckled. "It's nice to meet you Y/N." He held out his hand, and you shook it.
"Any chance you'll let it happen again?" He asked still gripping your hand.
You smile for a second and whispered "No." before closing the distance between you.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Chapter-12
WARNING: SMUT, angst.
Author’s note: This is my favorite chapter that I have written and my fav smut that I have written too. I hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think! Also kinda of a long chapter.
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The day had started strong, there had not been many meta cases but that didn’t mean that it was calm in the slightest. It all had began with Barry. He had stormed into Star labs and had been in a horrible mood all day. You knew it was because of his dad. He was stuck on the investigation and even if it wasn’t your fault you felt guilty, after all you had asked Harrison to stay with you; to give up the man in yellow and to stay in this time, giving the reverse flash up meant that there was no way to free Barry’s father without hurting Harrison.
There had to be something you could do, there had to be a way. The team was helping Barry in everything they could, going over the evidence and visiting the crime scene but there was nothing. You really felt bad for him, his father was innocent, locked up for a crime he didn’t commit, and even if you didn’t technically helped him, you were guilty too. You knew who the real culprit was but you couldn’t give him up, of course you couldn’t, at this point he meant too much to you.
You and Harrison were alone at the labs, everyone was out to eat and Barry was over at CCPD, this was your chance to bring up the subject.
“Harrison” you began, trying to see how to approach the subject.
“Hmm” he acknowledged you, turning his head slightly but keeping his eyes focus on the paper he was reading.
“Do you remember what you told me back when, you know when I found out?” You said waiting to see his reaction.
“I see where you are going,” he began, looking at you. “And the answer is no.” He concluded, his expression set, letting you know he wasn’t willing to pursue this conversation any further.
“But,” you insisted, not willing to let it go just yet.
“Y/n,” he looked at you seriously, his eyes trained on yours. “Drop it.” He said. For being such a patient man he sure seemed to lose his calm fast when it came to you.
“I just, we need to find a way to help him.” You insisted.
“We? I don’t need to help Allen on anything.” He said, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
Just as you were about to try again you both heard the elevator door open, letting go of the conversation for now. This was not over. You needed to find a way to help Barry.
Harrison seemed a little tense the rest of the day. At least tense around you. You knew he was very patient and calm, but somehow with you his true colors came to light. You were getting better at reading him, at knowing when he was annoyed or upset, and he seemed to be showing signs of both right now. The way he kept rubbing his eyes or rubbing his finger over his lip how he did when he was thinking or trying to find his way out of a situation.
On top of that he had been a little dry with you during the day. His usual lingering glances had been almost non existent, his responses short and his demeanor cold; to anyone else it would seem like he was fine, but you knew better, you had gotten used to the way he would treat you a little differently this past few days when you were both alone, but since the conversation you had had earlier in the day, his behavior had changed.
By the time you were ready to leave you were unsure if he wanted you to go with him to his house or you were supposed to go to your apartment. Walking to where you knew his office was you knocked on the door frame before entering.
“Hey, I am leaving.” You began, he lifted his head and looked at you.
“Do you want to leave together or…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say. He seemed to pick up on this.
“Yes, let me just finish this.” He said moving his eyes back down to whatever it was he was working on.
The ride home was quiet. An uncomfortable silence had fallen between both of you. You knew he didn’t like Barry, that he was annoyed at you for being so persistent on helping him. He couldn’t comprehend why it was so important to you; of course he couldn’t understand it because even if he didn’t hate Barry the way he would do it on the future, he was still not fond of him, having being rivals for so long.
Once you both made it through the door he got up from the chair, moving over to the decanter he kept in the kitchen island and serving himself a drink. You felt awkward, uncomfortable even, this weird anxiety had settled over you, not sure if he was mad or not or how to approach him, but one thing was sure, you needed to solve this because you couldn’t bear the guilt you felt.
“I’ll go take a shower,” you tried to coax him to speak to you more than a few words, to see if he would open up a little.
“Alright” he said, not moving from his position.
If you had any doubts that he was upset they were gone now, he was upset and it didn’t look like he would easy up soon. He could be so temperamental when he felt up to it.
After a shower and a fresh pair of clothes you went to find him. It was already dark outside for what you could see through the skylight. He was sitting on the sofa, his eyes close. Coming behind him you wrapped your arms around him, trying to easy some of the tension. Brining your lips to deliver a soft kiss to his temple. He hummed in response, moving his hand to place it on top of the arms you had around him.
You should have known better than to push him further, but against your better judgment or rather lack of, you tested the waters again.
“Can we are least talk about it?” You tried once again. He opened his eyes, before responding.
“Talk about what?” He knew what you were suggesting but he wanted to try and get you to drop it. He was getting irritated at you. He had put up with your comments through the day about how bad you felt for Barry and with Cisco and Caitlin’s sympathy words.
“You know what I am talking about.” You told him running your hands up and down his shoulders.
“I told you to drop it.” He said again closing his eyes as he got up from the sofa and walked away from you.
“I can’t drop it, you promised me!” You walked after him.
“I didn’t promise you anything.” He said.
“Harrison please, there has to be something we can do to help him, a way to free Henry! He is innocent! He shouldn’t have to be locked up for a crime he didn’t commit!” You were raising your voice without realizing it, not loud enough to scream but enough to be noticeable how worked up you were getting over this.
“Harrison” he ignored you. He was tired of your battering.
“Harrison” you said again, stomping your feet against the floor. He was getting progressively madder, he knew how to keep calm, but when it came to you it was difficult. You always made everything he felt feel like a hundred times more elevated.
He wasn’t going to admit it but he was jealous, he was extremely jealous. He was always reminded how Allen was everything he was not. He was good, he was heroic and compassionate, everything you deserved it. He was scare that you would realize this and leave him. He was trying to make you stop the conversation, he didn’t want to keep talking or hear you talk about this, but what made him snap was what you said.
“Barry deserves better.” He had heard you, but in his mind all he heard was I deserve better.
Snapping his head back faster than you could process he looked at you.
“Why can’t you just dropped.” He whispered, getting agitated, you could see the veins in his neck popping.
“Barry deserves better, Barry this, Barry that!” He advanced towards you, red lighting flashing behind his eyes for a moment.
“What do you want from me? To free him and what? Tell me and then what!” He screamed at you, his eyes turning red at his rage, his face momentarily vibrating as he slapped a vibrating hand on the table next to you.
Your eyes widened as you flinched away in fear, he could see the terror you felt in your expression. In this moment he wasn’t your Harrison, he was the reverse flash again, making you feel scare, terrified of him. Falling backwards in shock you could only look up at him as tears filled your eyes and began to spill down your cheeks. Getting up faster than you thought possible you ran to the room, locking yourself in, aware that if he wanted he could phase through the door.
The second his mind cleared he realized what he had done. The expression of pure fear in your face was glued to his mind. He had scared you, hurt you, and now you were hiding from him, now you saw him as the monster he was all over again. He had lost it and now he was aware there was a huge possibility that he had lost you too.
He closed his eyes, breathing in and then out. He took a step towards the door, knocking on it softly while he leaned his forehead against it.
“Y/n, please let me in” he began, not sure what to say now. He rarely apologized or at least he rarely truly apologized.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he cut himself off, he wasn’t sure of what to even say.
“Leave! I don’t want to see you.” You said, trying to sound mad but he could hear the way your voice broke at the end, and it pained him to see you pushing him away, he knew you were crying and he hated himself for a moment. He closed his eyes, thinking the best way to approach this situation. He moved from the door, maybe that’s what he needed to do, give you space and leave for a while.
He left you alone, speeding himself away to the labs, it was late enough that he knew no one would be around, hiding himself in the time vault while he thought over how to make things better or how to move on if you decided to leave. In all honesty he couldn’t even begin to imagine what he would do if you left. He had never needed anyone or anything but you had made him dependent on you, he needed you.
He made it back to the house so late at night it could be considered the next day. All the lights were off, he walked over to the bedroom, trying the doorknob to see if it was still locked, to his surprise it was open. The lights were off and as his eyes traveled over the room he found it empty. The bed was made and nothing was out of place, he moved to the bathroom finding it empty, panic began to settle over him at the thought that you were gone. In desperation he gripped the door frame turning his knuckles white before speeding around the house looking for any sign of your presence until he made it to one of the guest bedrooms.
The door was locked, and as he phased through it he found you sleeping under the covers. He could see the shape of you, the way the blankets moved in rhythm with your breathing and he suddenly had flashbacks of the night where everything had changed, when he promised you to stay and to let the man in yellow go. The later was proving harder than he thought. Once again here he was, standing at the foot of the bed, having to fix his mess and having hurt you once again.
He moved over to the side of the bed unoccupied by you, moving the covers softly to see your face; your cheeks flushed and lips swollen, he could see the way your eyelashes were glued together from the tears and he hated himself for being the cause of this. He had been alone so long, he had spend so much time in hate, hating and planning that he had forgotten how to do anything else. How to love, how to feel comfortable around someone else and you had given him that peace and comfort he craved so much but he needed more time to adapt. Fifteen years alone didn’t go by unscarred.
He couldn’t hold in the pain of knowing you didn’t want to be in the same bed as him or even in the same room as him. He was surprised you hadn’t left to your own apartment and maybe that showed him that there was hope after all.
He moved his hand under your neck, moving the covers down with the other to hook his other arm under your knees, lifting you up so slowly as to not wake you up. Once secure on his hold he lifted you up, walking to the room you both always shared when you stayed. He felt you stir in his arms and for a moment he thought you would wake up and demand that he let you go but once you settled against his chest, he moved you to the bed, placing you down and covering you with the blankets. Once you were settled he moved to the bathroom, needing a shower to clear his head.
The sound of the water running woke you up, you could see the stream of light peaking from under the door, this wasn’t the room you had fallen asleep in, Harrison must have moved you here when he came back. You wondered what time it was, it couldn’t be that late if he was showering now. Glancing at the clock it showed 2:55 am, it was later than you had expected and you wondered how long you had been sleeping. The fogginess of your mind dissipated, bringing back the memories of what had happened and why your head hurt so much.
The bathroom door opened, and you watched him come out, walking slowly to not wake you, or at least he thought you were still asleep. He came out only in a white towel, wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and water droplets dripping down his chest all the way down his abs and getting lost in the towel. You could see the way his hips made a v line and a very light happy trail running down from his belly button all the way to disappear under the towel. You had never taken the time to admire his body without him being aware. He walked inside the walk in closet, emerging seconds later with a black shirt and a pair of briefs, his hair still wet and disheveled. He looked over at you, your eyes meeting, neither of you knowing what to say.
He made the first move, moving his hand to the bed slow enough as to not scare you. You watched his hand touch the bed covers, his eyes still on yours, watching for any sign of you flinching or wanting him to leave. He moved his knee next, dipping it in the bed before crawling on it, like an animal ready to hunt its prey down. You lifted yourself on your elbows, sitting up lightly as he got fully on the bed. He moved closer to you, calmly his hand reached for your face, moving a hair out of your cheek.
“Y/n” he tried, not wanting to upset you any further than he already had.
“Please forgive me” he whispered after a pause. Not sure how else to proceed. He was a genius, one of the smartest man of this time and his and somehow when it came to you he was at lost for words. You only looked at him, your eyes cautious at his actions and words, he knew you were watching carefully, not truly knowing when he could snap at you. If he could feel any more miserable than this at the way you were looking at him he would explode. This was a new emotion for him, not being used to having to fix the mistakes he made when it came to people, he always had a plan and his plan never failed, except when he had gotten stranded on this time and that’s the only other time he had ever felt miserable in his life.
“Can I?” He asked softly.
You nodded, not sure what he meant but you were willing to give him a leap of faith.
His hands moved to your waist, trying to bring you closer to him. You let him move you to him, wrapping himself around your form, hiding his face on your neck, breathing you in, trying to memorize your scent.
You were still tense, struggling to relax and extremely aware of everything around you, the way the cold water from his hair would sneak under your shirt, making you shiver. His other hand found your hair, caressing softly your scalp, trying to relax you, his calve found the back of your knee, hooking it and bringing it over his, moving you closer so he could hold you against his chest.
You could feel the sent of his cologne, the beating of his heart, your hand tentatively moved over his side to his back, placing your hand flat against the middle of his shoulder blades.
“I would never hurt you, you know that.” He whispered against your skin.
“I have been alone for so long, I have forgotten what is like having someone to care for other than myself.” He said.
You nodded, running your hand up and down his back. You had gotten into this knowing it wouldn’t be easy. You knew there would be struggles along the way and you had insisted still on wanting to be with him. You couldn’t pretend that he would know how to be with someone this way, after all he was always running, always trying to be better than Barry and everything that he was rotated around the flash.
“Harrison,” you began but he quickly interrupted you.
“Eobard” he said.
“What?” You asked him, frowning your brows in confusion.
“My name is Eobard, Eobard Thawne.” He said, if he was going to go through with you he needed to tell you, he hated every second you called him Harrison.
“Eobard” you tasted the name on your lips, feeling his hand tighten against your waist at how his name sounded on your lips, oh how he had longed to hear you say it.
You wondered when was the last time someone had called him by his name, and that thought made him seem even lonelier than ever before.
You moved your hands to run over his wet hair, dragging your fingers up his neck to tangle in his hair, pulling him back to look at you. His eyes would never stop to amaze you, so blue, you wanted to drown in them. He looked at you, waiting for you to take the next step; you lowered your lips to his, hovering them over his.
“Never make me cry, ever again.” You whispered over his lips before kissing him.
The moment his lips connected to yours he could feel the speed force ignite within him at his excitement. He thought he would never feel your lips on his again and the moment your hand ran up his back dragging his shirt higher a little, he buzzed, vibrating against you. His lips became dominant, trying to control the kiss as his tongue glided between your teeth. You could feel the way his breathing became harsher, quicker as his fingers wrapped tightly at the base of your neck before moving up and wrapping harshly around your hair with enough pressure to hurt.
Opening your mouth he took the opportunity to smooth the flat of his tongue against yours in a possessive manner, gripping tightly at your waist with his free hand. His lips moved down your jaw to your neck, his teeth sinking in the curve of your shoulders as he sucked at the skin, making you moan and roll your head back, he sucked until he was sure there was going to be a mark there tomorrow, running his tongue flat over it as an apology, he moved to the spot over it, higher on your neck, biting and sucking on the skin, he loved the way you moaned; he knew how much you loved when he kissed your neck, how it riled you up.
Your hand shot to the top of his head, trying to pull him back but he only bit you harder before kissing the skin. The hand on your waist moved under your shirt, running it aggressively over the skin, moving it up, his fingers grazing the curve of your breast before he moved it back down again. You gripped at his shoulders, digging your nails hard against his shirt, he growled over your mouth before lowering it and kissing you, grinding his hip against you, making himself buzz in anticipation.
His hand moved to your thigh, gripping at the skin and moving his hand up to the bottom of your shirt, grabbing it and taking it off you. He wanted to feel your skin against his, he was desperate to feel all of you in a way he couldn’t explain with words, you made all of him so excited he couldn’t control it making him literally vibrate against you. His hand moved to your breast squeezing them before they moved up to grab the sides of your face while he kissed you. You could feel his erection through his boxers, he was so hard it had to hurt, your hand moved to the hem of his shirt to take it off.
His hand moved down your back to your underwear, dragging them down your ass and pulling them fast down your legs. His thumb ran over your entrance, coating it on your wetness and making him moan at the sensation as he looked at you with half lidded eyes. He pushed his finger inside, feeling you warm around him, his breathing was becoming erratic just by thinking how good it would feel when it was his cock inside.
“Eobard.” You moaned against him and he thought he had come at the pleasure he felt hearing his name come off your lips.
“Come on, I need you” you urged him, and had this been at any other moment he would have probably teased you more but he was just dying to be inside of you.
He moved your leg over his hip, both of you still on your sides; his hand quickly pulled his boxers down letting his cock free, he wrapped his hand around it, he was so hard he could feel how painful it was becoming, he stroked himself once before moving his hips slightly up and lining himself on your entrance, pushing inside.
He hid his face in the curve of your neck, moaning into your skin as his teeth gritted together, a strangled noise leaving his throat as all of him seated within you. Your arms wrapped around his head, holding him while his held the sides of your back near your waist. One of his hands moved down to your hip gripping it as he started thrusting into you. He started hard and deep, grunting in unison with your moans as he pushed down your hip to make him go deeper.
He kissed the skin of your neck, nipping while he fucked you to hide his own grunts and moans, he was getting close and the noises your pussy made every time his cock entered you were about to send him over the edge. He started to vibrate himself, trying to make you come faster, every time his hips met yours you could feel the vibrations on your clit and as he thrusted faster you could feel yourself getting closer.
He speeded up when he felt you begin to tighten around him, mewling at the sensation of your walls pulsating around him. His hand moved gown your back to the curve of your ass, squeezing it hard as he started to come, his movement faltering as he held you in place, coming inside of you, his thrusts barely there but you could still feel him softly moving against you as he came down from his high.
His breathing returned back to normal fairly quickly, he looked back up at you, moving enough to peck your lips. He moved back down and buried his face in between your breast, kissing the skin before settling himself in that position for the night. Your fingers played with his hair, your eyes shutting close as you both remained tangled, sleeping through the night, together. He held you tighter, relieved that he had you here, safe in his arms, swearing to himself that he would never hurt you again, he fell asleep after he felt your breathing evening out and was sure you were asleep, planting a soft kiss to your skin before closing his eyes.
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I've just watched the SDCC trailer for the next season of The Flash and I realized how much I miss Eobard. I guess I'll have to return to my Eobard fanfiction every now and then...
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Eobard Thawne in season 1. [pt.1]
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Baby, It’s Cold Outside - (EoWells x reader)
A/N: So, the naughty prompt *devil horns*. I had this thought a week or two ago and just had to write it :D
Warning: IMPORTANT - yes, this story is largely based on the song ‘Baby, it’s cold outside’ and I know that there are many people who are uncomfortable with the message the song seems to portray. I have mainly based it off of the altered lyrics from the version by Michael Buble and Idina Menzel to diffuse the moral ambiguity a little, but I want to just put it out there now before we start. This relationship is entirely consensual, but don’t like, don’t read :)
Also, implied smut.
Okay, without further ado:
*Gif not mine, all credit to the creator*
For @letyourimaginationrun - Merry Christmas, hun! :D
It had all started when you walked into work on the last day before the holidays to find your boss, Harrison Wells, leaning up against your desk, examining several pages that you’d left there the night before.
“And to what do I owe this pleasure this early on in the day?” you asked with a slight smirk as you entered your office, catching his attention as you set your bag down.
He smiled, before placing your papers back on the desk and meeting your gaze. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you, but either way, we owe it to my forgetfulness, I’m afraid, Miss (Y/L/N),” he replied, taking a step closer to you, “I left your notebook on my desk at home this morning…”
“Ah,” you said, biting your lip slightly as you recalled that he was meant to return your book of project ideas that you’d let him look at before you went home for the holidays so that you could continue to add to them. “And how do you suggest we solve this?”
You raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms over your chest as he continued to smile at you. In reality, you could live without your notes over the holiday, but you weren’t about to pass up an opportunity to potentially spend some extra time with Doctor Wells…
“Well, I was thinking that maybe…” he mused, taking yet another step towards you so that you had to look up into his eyes, “I could take you home later and we can go by my house and I’ll return your book.”
Your heart fluttered slightly at the closeness and his suggestion, and he seemed to notice, smirking down at you.
“I finish at six,” you said, with a tilt of your head, “but then, you already knew that…”
“I’ll see you then,” he replied with a nod, smirk still plastered on his face as he slipped around you and headed for the door, the scent of his cologne hanging in the air.
You spun around and watched him go, chewing on your lip as you started to get your heart rate under control again.
The pair of you had always had a very flirty relationship, filled with a sexual tension which neither of you had ever made a definite move towards breaking.
But you got the distinct impression that that might all change this evening if his intense gaze during that conversation was anything to go by…
The thought of this distracted you for most of the day and you fluctuated between wanting the clock to speed up so that it could happen already and wanting time to stop dead so that you didn’t have to face him.
But whether you liked it or not, six o’clock rolled around and Harrison appeared in your doorway with his coat in hand as you picked up your bag and jacket.
“Good evening,” he said smoothly as he offered you his arm and you took it, smiling up at him.
“Good evening, Dr Wells.”
You saw a few people on your way out of the building, all of whom gave you questioning or suspicious glances, whispering amongst themselves. After all, it wasn’t every day that you accompanied the head of the company home so people were bound to have a few theories as to what was going on.
Harrison didn’t seem to care though, instead, asking you questions about the ideas in your notebook and starting to outline ways that you could make them a reality. The journey back to his house continued in much the same vein, although you found it very difficult to concentrate on giving him scientific answers when his hand kept accidentally brushing your thigh whenever he had to change gear.
And at some point during the ride, snow started to fall over the city, turning everything from the trees to the road white. It became increasingly difficult to see past the end of the car as you neared a driveway with what you could just make out as a rather large house standing at the end of it.
Harrison pulled up as close to the door as possible, but with how heavy the snow had gotten in the last few minutes, even going the short distance from the car to his front door meant that the pair of you were coated in a layer of snow that easily soaked through your thin jacket, making you shiver in the cold wind.
You stood a little closer to Harrison than strictly necessary as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside with a hand on the small of your back which made you take a sharp breath that you hoped he wouldn’t notice.
And you didn’t calm down when you entered his house, as you were even more taken aback by the sheer scale of it.
“Wow,” you breathed, looking around the cavernous and modern space in awe, “remind me to found a highly successful, multi-million-dollar Research Company in the future…”
That earned you a chuckle as he went to take your snow-covered jacket, which you gracefully shrugged off.
“I wouldn’t count on it; I’ve got enough competition as it is,” he said with another smirk, leading you into his living space, although everything was so open plan, you could barely tell where one room ended and the next began. He lit the fire and turned on a few lights before turning back to you.
“I’ll just go and get your book,” Harrison said, brushing his hand down your arm, sending shivers through you which you also tried to hide from him. “Make yourself at home.”
He sent you a charming smile before disappearing into another part of the house. You took a seat on the sofa, moving closer to the fire to try and warm yourself up a little from your time out in the snowstorm, however short it was.
You just had to keep your cool around him, no matter what could potentially happen tonight. You still had your pride. Harrison didn’t need to know that you’d literally do anything he asked of you in an instant. You could at least attempt to play ‘hard to get’.
“I can’t wait to try and use some of these in the future, (Y/N), your ideas are well ahead of your time,” you heard him say as he came back into the room, your book in his hand, “and I will certainly enjoy working more closely with you.”
You knew exactly what he was doing with these compliments and it was so working, but you just smiled at him as he passed the notebook to you, your fingers deliberately brushing against his when you took it. You didn’t know if it was just you, or was there an actual spark there?
“Well, seeing as we’re most likely stuck here, would you care to have a drink with me?” he asked as he looked down at you, “a little pre-Christmas celebration, if you will.”
You chuckled lightly before looking up into his blue eyes.
“I really can’t stay… Harrison.” You tested his first name out and, to your delight, he seemed to like it, “I have to get home so that I can get to my parents’ house tomorrow…”
“(Y/N), you’ll freeze to death out there and it’s snowing so hard that I don’t think it’s particularly safe for me to drive you… so won’t you indulge me?”
The silkiness of his voice. The little raise of his eyebrow. You couldn’t say no even if you wanted to.
“Go on then,” you said, keeping your voice incredibly level despite your rapidly increasing heart rate.
He smiled again at your affirmation, leaving the room once more in search of a bottle as you looked around the room to try and calm your nerves. The place looked barely lived in, which was a shame, but then again, the man was married to his work.
He returned promptly, pouring two glasses of whiskey on a nearby table and passing one of them to you.
“You still look as cold as ice, (Y/N), come closer to the fire,” he encouraged, placing one hand on your forearm and possibly causing more goosebumps on your skin rather than curing them.
‘Maybe I should move closer to you, it’d have the same effect,’ you thought to yourself as you moved a little closer to the flames, taking a large sip of your drink and feeling it burn against the back of your throat.
“I did mean it, Harrison,” you said, trying not to get lost in his ice blue eyes, “I have to be at my parents’ house for dinner tomorrow evening and they live over three hours away…”
“That still leaves you plenty of time, wouldn’t you say?” he replied easily, shuffling a little closer to you so you could feel his thigh pressed against yours. And boy did you want more. You downed the remainder of your drink to try and suppress what you were thinking.
“Pour me another glass then,” you said with a wink, deciding that flirting back would most likely get you what you wanted.
He gave you one of his signature smirks before plucking the glass from your fingers and standing in order to refill them both.
You watched him as he did so, long, elegant fingers undoing the lid of the bottle and pouring out two more generous servings. What you’d give to have those hands on you right now…
He handed your glass back to you before quickly downing his own, licking away the lasting traces on his lips, an action which had you completed mesmerised.
“I’m not going to get back today, am I?” you breathed, unconsciously leaning in so that your lips were just inches from his.
You gaze flicked back to his eyes and his darkened expression and you knew that he wanted this as badly as you did.
You quickly turned, placing yours and his empty glasses on the table before looking at him with a lust filled gaze. You bit your lip as you stood, moving in front of him and slipping out of your heels before taking the last step and straddling his lap.
His hands immediately went to your hips as yours combed through his dark hair and explored his chest as you began placing slow, deliberate kisses up his jawline and towards his neck.
“I really shouldn’t stay,” you murmured against his skin, “but you’re not sober enough to take me home now…”
“And no cab is going to risk- ah-” he faltered as you lightly nipped at his neck, “-coming out in this storm, I’m afraid…”
You lifted your head to look into his eyes, studying his dilated pupils. “Shame…” you whispered, ghosting your lips over his. You felt his grip on you tighten and he fidgeted as you teased him, enjoying every one of his little responses.
“God, you look delicious…” he sighed, bringing one hand up to your neck and finally closing the gap and claiming your lips in a dominant and long-overdue kiss.
Your lips moved fervently against his as his tongue delved into your mouth, the lingering taste of whiskey evident on both of you.
You sighed into the kiss and at this point, he stopped holding back and took away what little control you had had at the start.
His arms went around your back and under the top of your thighs so that he could pick you up effortlessly, heading in the direction of what you assumed was his bedroom.
You held on tightly to him as he moved, marvelling at how well he could navigate his house with you in his arms. You continued to kiss him hard, letting him know just how much you wanted this, wanted him.
You soon felt the softness of a mattress beneath your back and you shuffled yourself towards the head of the bed so that there was room for him to climb in with you.
You were already breathing heavily, lips slightly swollen as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes and running a hand through your already tangled locks. As he took in the sight of you sprawled out on his bed, he took off his glasses in one swift motion, condemning them to the bedside table as he followed every little move you made.
You beckoned him forward with one finger, biting your lip again as he crawled up the bed towards you and looking sexy as hell as he did.
You would surrender all of yourself to him and you were absolutely sure that he’d take every bit that he could get.
The rest of the night was all tongues and teeth, moans and cries of ecstasy as he brought you to the peak of pleasure every time.
He made love to you with an air of possessive hunger, spurred on by your increasingly vocal responses to his actions as he claimed you as his own. He was quite rough with you, knowing that’s what you were asking for with the signs your body was showing and you knew that you’d likely find it hard to walk properly the next day.
His mouth worked wonders on your skin, marking you through biting and sucking, enough that you would probably be asked questions by your family members when you did eventually leave Harrison’s house.
But you didn’t care about any of that. This man was incredible and no one had ever made you feel quite so good before.
And you doubted that anything would ever come close again.
Eventually, when you were both fully satisfied, he pulled you into his magnificently chiselled arms, running his fingertips up and down your bare skin as you snuggled into his warm chest.
“You know, you were right… I think it was the best decision for me to stay here instead of trying to make my way home,” you said with a grin as you drew patterns over his skin with one fingernail.
“Well, I couldn’t have knowingly let you catch a cold,” he replied with a knowing smile, placing a kiss into your hair before gently running his hand through it.
“And, you know what?” you asked, shifting your head to look into his eyes again.
“Hmm?”
“I’m not cold anymore… it’s much warmer inside.”
He chuckled and shook his head slightly as you tenderly kissed his collarbone before beginning to fall asleep, wrapped in his embrace while the snow continued to fall outside.
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