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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Author’s note: this is some unpublished work I hadn’t posted before and I found it and I hope you all like it.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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“Slow” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Author’s note: This is pure smut no plot or anything, thank you so much to @harrisonwellsisdaddy for giving this wings and to everyone in discord who feeds the thirst trap.
WARNING: Smut. Please don’t read if under 18.
Gif credits to the owner, I found this one on google.
Rain poured from the sky as he carried you, speeding you to a safe place. It had gone horribly wrong. The plan was for you to leave before he had let the meta-human out of the cell, but of course you had come back and had ended up caught up in the mix. Luckily it was a minor injury, a sprained wrist from being thrown against a wall, but even if you were some sort of an inconvenience, it was on him that you had gotten hurt.
You were still jittery and nervous around him, ever since finding out who he really was. Obviously he had threatened you to shut your mouth up but even as he hated to admit it the look of terror and the tears in your eyes that day had touched him. Before you had found out about him, you had gone on a date, the two of you. He didn’t want to, he tried to shrug you off but you were so persistent and so sweet to him that he had ended up agreeing, there had been sexual tension between both of you, with you always admiring who Harrison Wells was and him being alone for so long and trying to keep you on check had made him grow fond of you. Of course all of that went to hell when you discovered him.
Once he made it through the door with you in his arms he laid you in his sofa, you were soaking wet and he was trying to check your injury. After wrapping your wrist up you had tried to leave, but he wasn’t having it, you were to stay put until that meta-human was caught again.
“Is there anything you need?” He asked as he observed you.
“Since you are planning to keep me here, can I please have a shower? I am cold and uncomfortable.” You told him, avoiding his gaze as you had done since finding out.
Guiding you to the very luxurious bathroom, he handed you a black sweater of his to wear while your clothes dried. His bathroom was huge, a glass panel shower and very extravagant mirror on the walls. He probably loved looking at himself.
After getting cleaned up and drying yourself you grabbed the sweater. It was long enough to cover your ass and fall right before your knees, and loose enough to be comfortable. Opening the door he was right in front of it, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
He took you in, the way his clothes fitted you, your bare legs and the way your checks warmed up. Guiding you back to the sofa he reapplied the bandage to your arm, he sat in the end of the sofa, while you laid across it, the fireplace was lighted up to warm you up. Your feet grazed his lap and by instinct you tried to retract them away from him but he was faster and grabbed them, moving them over his lap while looking at the fire, his expression unreadable.
Out of boredom his fingers started caressing your leg, rubbing up and down, never going farther away than your knee. Turning on your back so you could look at him you spoke for the first time in a while without him having to prompt you.
“I wish I hadn’t found out, I am sure we could have been great together, I wanted it to work so bad.”
“I wish you hadn’t either. I didn’t want you, I didn’t want to go out with you, I knew it would only complicate things. But you were so pushy, so sweet and I couldn’t refuse you.” He said still looking at the fire.
“You weren’t supposed to find out like this. Ever since that date we had you became stuck in my mind, I would observe you, wondering how I could have allowed you to screw up my plans so easily.” He finished.
“I always wondered what it would have felt like to kiss you.” In a moment of bravery you admitted. “I wondered how soft your hair was, or how you smelled, but none of that matters now.” You finish looking away to the fire.
Why did you had to tell him that, it was stupid to admit now, suddenly shame came over you and you wished you could just crawl under a bed and hide. Even if he was evil and twisted you still liked him, he still made you nervous and jittery.
His eyes trailed to your form, taking in the way your head was looking to the side, you jawline defined with the light of the fire and your neck exposed as your chest fell and rose softly. He moved your legs out of the way, and as if by instinct, as if a force beyond himself was moving him by command he started to crawl over you. Your head snapped in his direction as your knee lifted up to his abdomen to stop him out of nerves, forgetting that there was no underwear under your shirt. His eyes flickered for half a second down as a smirk played on his lips. Quickly you pushed the sweater down again in case anything had been revealed.
“What are you doing?” You questioned him warily.
“What does it seem like I’m doing?” He replied, moving his hands up your knee to grab it and move it to the side.
His arms came at either side of your head, the space cramped in the sofa. He wasn’t thinking straight and neither were you, but as you looked into his eyes and yours flickered to his lips only one thought crossed your mind.
He moved his lips to yours, softly, tasting you and seeing if you would push him away. Breaking the kiss he moved back, only for your hand to shoot up to his hair and bring him back down again. Kissing him deeply this time, he ran his tongue flat against your lips, asking you to open your mouth. He tasted all of you, exploring you, while his hand rested on your thighs. His lips moved to your jawline, kissing and moving down your neck, leaving love marks and sucking on the skin, making you moan while he bit into it, rubbing his tongue over it after.
He was making you a moaning mess under him, your skin was warm and the way it tasted was driving him insane. He wanted to touch more of you, to feel you. But the moment his hands moved up your thighs his body couldn’t contain the excitement anymore, making him vibrate all of him like the first time he had become a speedster, every cell in his body too excited to be contained, his eyes illuminated red for a second at the same time thunder roared through the sky, making you open your eyes and push your hand against his chest, your heart beating out of your chest.
He was moving too fast, your mind had been able to trick you into thinking that this was the man you knew but the moment he vibrated and his eyes illuminated you were aware who he really was, what he represented and what he could do.
“I’m sorry I just,” you didn’t even know why you were apologizing, but you didn’t want to push him away. You just needed him to go slower.
“Can you,” you swallowed avoiding his eyes. “Can you just take it slower?” You finished while avoiding his eyes.
“Are you sure?” He was making sure you were okay with this, he could be a lot of things but he would never force you into something you didn’t want.
“Yes I am, I am just nervous, I honestly never thought this situation would happen.” You continued and to prove him you were serious you slowly moved his head back down to kiss him.
The hand on your thigh remained still while his lips kissed you softly, moving slowly down your neck again, kissing and nipping at the skin. His other hand tangled in your hair while his forearm held him up over you. He ran his tongue up your neck to your ear, biting the earlobe softly, making you squirm under him and moan at the feeling. He took his time working you to relax, kissing your lips, your neck, making you forget what plagued your mind.
Your hands moved over his abdomen to the hem of his shirt, running them under you could feel his skin, the muscles of his abdomen tensing up at the effort of holding him up. You grabbed on the hem of it and moved it up his body, signaling for him to take it off. He lifted himself momentarily off of you and removed it, moving back down to kiss you, when his mouth left yours and he moved to your neck you opened your eyes to admire his shoulder and his back, from this angle you could see the curve of his ass through his pants.
Your hands ran down his back, feeling his skins, his muscles, while the hand on your thigh started to move up, slowly as he worked harder on your neck. His fingers felt the softness of your skin, moving higher until they reached your hip. Once his fingers grazed over your hip bone, the realization that you didn’t have any underwear on made his cock twitch in his pants as a growl escaped him against your skin. His hand moved up the side of your stomach, until it reached your breast, squeezing it softly and grinding his hips into you out of pure need to feel you, to get some relief. He was making you a mess but he was a mess himself, desperate for some friction.
His hand moved back down, grabbing the hem of the sweater and lifting it over your body, exposing you completely to him. He threw the piece of clothe somewhere behind you and moving back down to kiss you, his mouth running lower to your breast, kissing the soft skin of one while his hand caressed the other, you were so soft, so delicious. He was going to explode in his pants if he didn’t go inside of you soon.
Your hands found the button of his pants, opening them slowly. His hand helped yours to remove his pants, getting his briefs out of the way too letting his cock free. He kissed you while his hand moved to your thigh, running up to your ass, squeezing it roughly and opening your leg to fit himself in between, he was too desperate to wait much longer, his hand moving down to feel you, the moment his fingers grazed your entrance and felt how wet you were he almost came.
Moving his cock to your entrance he moved it through your folds, letting you soak his head before he positioned it against your entrance, pushing slowly to let you adjust since he hadn’t stretched you beforehand with his fingers. When he was halfway inside he broke the kiss, growling into your mouth at the way you squeezed him, making his whole self vibrate of pure pleasure.
Your hands grabbed onto his shoulders, scratching down his back when he was fully inside of you, scratching him down while you took a moment to adjust to his size. He started moving slowly, going almost all the way out before thrusting back in again, making you moan and move your head back, he felt so good and full. His hand found your leg and he hooked it over his hip, giving him a better angle to enter you.
His hand rested on your waist, holding you in place while you squirmed under him, his half lidded eyes taking in your face as you moaned for him, it was taking all of him not to snap his hips against yours at full speed and fuck you into oblivion, he shouldn’t want to come this fast into it but you were maddening him. He moved to your neck, kissing you and marking your skin, making you get closer, while he speeded up his movement, holding your leg higher up his hip and squeezing it harshly. His body started to vibrate, not being able to contain the excitement of his fast approaching orgasm and every time his hips connected to yours the vibrations would go straight to your clit, making you arch your back into him. You were close, so close, feeling the knot tightening up in your stomach.
He felt himself about to come, moving deeper as his hip connected to yours, feeling you tighten around him as your orgasm hit you, making him feel impossibly tight. His hand moved to your chin, keeping you in place as he watched you come, your eyes half lidded staring into his red glowing eyes as he tried to keep his face from breaking down while he came, failing miserably as he came deep inside of you, closing his eyes and opening his mouth while throwing his head back.
Once out of your high he switched you, letting you lay on top of him while he played with your back, both of you looking at the fire while you grew sleepy, soon falling asleep on his chest.
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Writing’s On The Wall
Quantum Of Solace (Chapter-4)
Warnings: Masturbation.
Author’s note: I loved this chapter, I enjoyed writing it, let me know what you think. Also I made the moodboard from editing pics to putting it together, if you want to use it or share it just tag me!
Quantum Of Solace.
The light of the screen illuminates your face, the room around you is dark, cold, giving the feeling of being locked up in a nightmare. A single tear rolls down your face as Christina’s words echos through your mind, is as if he was a completely different man. Your fingers move to the rewind button once again, playing the scene once more; the screen shows Harrison, looking at the camera, sitting in his chair before he abruptly gets up, walking to a board, talking about how he managed to keep a diary, symbols you had never seen are written on the board, he seems euphoric, as if this breakthrough was his salvation.
Ripping the drive your had found a few minutes earlier off the computer, when you were rummaging through his things, you walk over to the kitchen, looking for the phone as thunder roars over the skylight, lighting illuminating the room. Your finger begging to dial, hands shaking and your breathing becomes erratic as panic settles on you. She had been right, something was definitely very wrong with this man, he was pretending to be paraplegic.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” His voice echos through the house, making you turn your head around, eyes going wide as you see him sitting in front of you, you hadn’t even heard him coming in.
“You are faking it!” Comes your accusation, your eyes are glossy and your hands shaky.
“I’m calling the police, you…” you point at him with your phone.
“You are not going to get away with this, you are lying to everyone, I knew there was something off with you.” You finish, finger about to dial when movement catches the corner of your eye.
Gripping the armrest of his chair he gets up, taking his glasses off and throwing them on the chair, the darkness around you both only briefly interrupted by lightning falling from the sky, illuminating his silhouette briefly.
“I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this.” He half whispers tilting his head slightly to the side, looking almost pained to having to do whatever he will do next, before taking a step towards you, the realization of how tall he is hits you, leaving you breathless as you take a step back, your hand quickly opening a drawer and taking a knife in your hand, lifting it in his direction.
“Stay right there!” Your voice tries to sound confident, strong, but the shakiness and fear in it gives away how you really feel. He knows you are terrified, he knows he has the upper hand, he has you cornered at his mercy.
“How ironic, being threatened with a knife.” He smirks, moving closer in your direction, he can see the way your hand shakes, making the grip unsteady.
“Back off, I’m calling the police,” your finger is about to graze the dial button when a storm hits you, suddenly the phone is long gone and Harrison is behind you, his body pressed firmly to your back as he pushes you against the counter, his much bigger hand covering the hand holding the knife as he squeezes yours, erupting a scream off your lips at the pain he is inflicting trying to get you to drop the knife.
Throwing all the strength you have into your back you try to push him off of you, failing miserably, his body barely giving into your attempt, panic is settling fast over you, your mind racing for a way out and suddenly the only idea you can come up with is to try and somehow kick him in the balls. But the moment your feet start to move is as if he had seen it in slow motion, he managed to let go of your other hand before grabbing your feet, pulling you and throwing you off balance, turning you around, facing him as his hand grips your face.
“You were so close of making it out of here, but you had to go and meddle into things.” He half growls, a flicker of red illuminating his face briefly, his hand moves back, starting to vibrate in the hair as he purses his lips, his eyes turning a bright shade of red.
Realization dawns on you, he is one of them, one of those meta-humans going about, he is angry, you have angered him and now he most likely will kill you. Tears prickle your eyes and your mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
“Let me go!” You try, struggling with him, trying to break free but his hold on your face only tightens.
His hand slaps down on the counter behind you, rattling everything on it as a wiring noise fills your ears. His face moves closer to yours, the proximity of his body making you push yourself backwards into the kitchen island, making it dig painfully against your spine.
“Your chance to go is long gone,” he whispers.
“You are now stuck here, with me, and had you been more careful we could had both gone our ways and I would be free of your impertinence.” He angrily states, half whispering, half yelling on your face.
“Listen here, and listen carefully,” he squeezed your jaw harder, trying to make his point across.
“You will stay here until I have reached my goal, and you better behave because trust me,” he half chucked, watching the way your lips purse and your pulse quickens in fear.
“I can make you wish I had kill you, and don’t think for a moment I won’t know if you try anything. Don’t think you can outsmart me.” He says, before letting go of your face and moving out of your space, not before grabbing the phone out of your reach.
His eyes follow your form, seeing you run down the hall, tripping on your own feet as you try to go faster inside your room. Once he hears the door close, a sigh leaves his mouth, his hands running through his hair, frustration radiating off of him. This was a less than ideal situation, now he is stuck with you, stuck with your insufferable presence. The only gain he has on this is the ability to finally walk in his house, without having to hide, but the sole thought of having to share his space with you for longer than anticipated is enough to put him in a bad mood again.
The rest of the night Eobard threads through the house, his mind is in overdrive, thinking of any possible scenario, any possibilities where he would need to get rid of you. Your door remains locked through the night, and sometime after midnight he decides to retire to his own room, he needs to shower, to relax and take in as much calmness as he can given the circumstances. He sleeps on edge, constantly waking up, ready to speed if you as so much try anything, but you don’t, and he doesn’t see you leave your room when he leaves the next day. What he does see is you trying to leave, only to realize the door is locked, he sees you trying to connect with someone through the computer; he speeds to the house, catching you, scaring you as a red torment consumes you, he thanks Gideon for being able to see everything that goes on in the house through the cameras back at the lab, and he makes it clear he in not a patient man despite what it may look like on the outside, warning you for the last time.
The next couple of days pass by in haze, he sees you, wandering around the house once he is gone, you barely talk, barely eat, but he sees you looking into any possible way to leave. His pride hurts at the fact that he is aware he is not an insufferable man, he doesn’t want you with him, but he needs to ensure his plan. Perhaps a truce is in order but he won’t take the first step, too aware of how stubborn he can be. Thankfully back at the labs no one has brought you up anymore, everyone believing you are staying extra time for work, he doesn’t want to say you have left, he knows what the stakes are, keeping the lie simple is easier than over complicating it.
Walking through the door, late in the afternoon, he gets up from the chair, stretching his back, the front of his shirt riding up a little. He sets a pace, making his way to the kitchen only to stop mid way through. There on the middle of the room he notices you, looking at him, eyes cautious, a glass of wine in your hand. He raises his eyebrow as he looks at you and back at the glass.
“If you want to torture me here I may as well make the best of it.” You say, the glass almost overflowing, the comment making him snort.
“Trust me, keeping you here and torturing you are the last things on my mind.” He adds, continuing his stance to the decanter and grabbing a drink for himself.
“Then why won’t you let me go!” You insist, tire of trying to leave this place.
“Because I have worked too hard and too much for this, and you won’t ruin me, you won’t ruin it, have you not meddle into things you would be on your way by now.” He is getting mad, agitating himself.
Your lips purse as you whip around, successfully bumping your shoulder against his as you walk past him, putting extra effort into pushing him.
“Such a brat.” You hear him say, making you turn around and fist your hands at you side before huffing and stomping your feet in frustration.
“You are only adding to my point.” He teases you, pointing at you with his glass.
“Tess would be so disappointed in you!” You try to jab at his heart but his response only confuses you more.
“I wish I could say I care, but sadly I never knew her.” The sarcasm drips from his words, he notices how confusion takes over your features.
“My name is Eobard, Eobard Thawne. I’m not Harrison Wells, I’m not who you think I am.” He says, hand on his hips as he leans on the counter.
“What? How, how can you be someone you…” you trail off, your mind feels like a labyrinth of thoughts and questions.
“All you need to know is that I’m not Harrison Wells, but everyone needs to believe I am.” He says, pointing around you to an imaginary audience before taking the whole decanter and making his way to his own room.
The door shuts behind him, he releases a breath as he closes his eyes. This is becoming harder than he imagined, every interaction you share is fill with sarcasm or hate, he rejoices on teasing you, but he wishes he could simply void his mind of any thoughts regarding you. Sighting he makes his way to the bathroom, removing his jacket halfway through the room, followed by his long sleeve shirt as he passes in front of the floor length mirror, reflecting his body, his broad shoulders accompanied by ripped arms that seem to go on for miles; he stops, removing his pants, the curve of his ass is prominent and the muscles of his abdomen taunt, adorned by a trail of hair going all the way down his belly button, passing by the middle of a v line, reflecting a river one may desire to swim in.
Once in the bathroom he closes the door, scratching his neck, turning on the water on the all glass shower before going in. He removes the last piece of clothing before going under the stream of water. The hotness of it immediately reddens his skin, stealing a sight out of his mouth, the glass begins to fog around him and the memory of your body behind the glass door comes back to his mind. He wets his hair, hoping it will clear him of you but once his eyes close the only image behind them is the curve of your breast. The shape of your body, the color of your skin and that god forsaken hand running up your leg, running higher and higher and he feels his breath catching just imagining where it was heading to.
He feels uncomfortable, turning the water colder doesn’t seem to alleviate his problem and honestly he hates cold water. Regulating it once more he decides to approach this the only way he can, giving into a comfort he rarely indulges into. Taking a deep breath his hand moves to grasp himself, giving it a soft stroke, testing the waters before leaning his hand against the opposite wall for support. He moves his hand faster, the muscles on his abdomen contracting with every stroke of his hand, the veins on his neck beginning to show and his balls tightening, he feels his release close and he indulges in the memory of your perfume, what it would feel like to run his nose over the curve of your neck, down your shoulder, what it would feel like if it was his hand running against your leg, caressing your skin and moving higher to reach that place he so desperately feels the need to be in. With a sudden gasp his orgasm hits him, a grunt escaping him as his semen hits the floor, his hand still working to get him off completely. Once he is spent he can finally relax, letting out a breath as he throws his head back, allowing the water to run down his face and neck, washing away the anger he suddenly feels at not being able to control his own body, he hates you and he hates the reaction you bring out of him.
He looks at the clock, is sometime after 8:30 pm, his stomach rumbles and he considers if ordering Big Belly Burger is the best option. He runs the risk of someone seeing you but at the same time he hates the hassle it would create for him to go out on the wheelchair again to get the food himself. He decides on the later, grabbing the arm of the chair and speeding himself and the chair to get the food, only to be back in less than 10 minutes with bags in hand. He hates you but he can’t starve you, he is not that cruel. Walking to your room and knocking on the door, feeling himself growing annoyed when you take more than two seconds to open.
“What do you want?” Comes your response, the lack of manners you posses making a scowl appear on his face.
“You could be more grateful, I could let you starve you insufferable woman.” He says, annoyed already and regretting his decision of bringing you food.
“You are an insufferable man and I despise you, what kind of name is even Eobard, didn’t your parents love you?” That accusation jabs at his heart, opening a wound long forgotten and he hates how fucking spot on you have hit him.
Slamming the food down onto the floor with more force than necessary he speeds away, refusing to be there when you open the door, refusing to allow you to see how much it had affected him the pain the memory of his childhood brings him. Damn you and damn his kindness, you don’t deserve any of it.
You hear the bag slamming down, the quiet noise the air makes around you, he is gone, suddenly your words come back to you, he didn’t give you any sarcastic response, he didn’t even try to, maybe his childhood was a touchy subject you had inadvertently touched. Swinging your legs off the bed you run to the door, opening it faster than you intended to, only to find the bag of food in your step.
“Harrison” you call out before remembering that that’s not his name. Cursing lowly when silence greets you, guilt filling you as you realize that he was trying to be kind and you threw his efforts at his face.
“Hey come on, I didn’t mean it like that.” You try again, but there’s no response, he is gone.
Closing the door back you move to the bed, sitting down and opening the bag, he even added fries for you, and the gesture softens you a little and only adds to the guilt. He didn’t ask for you to be here the same way you didn’t ask to be here. He is having to put up with someone coming and slamming everything around for him. Even after all the unanswered questions you have it still comes as a shock that you don’t really know this man, he is a complete stranger who you are sure hates this more than you. Oblivious to you, in the other end of his house, his food lays untouched, his hands tangled in his hair. He has lost his appetite and the need to create chaos fills him, the only way he knows how to cope, how to adapt. Adjusting the ring on his finger he moves away from the bed, pulling his suit with a flick of his hand before phasing through it. A nightmare in yellow speeding out of the house, ready to destroy, ready to hurt the same way he has been hurt over and over again. He wants to destroy, he wants to hurt and he hates that the only thing it took for a storm to unleash was you.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Chapter-13
Author’s note: Author’s note: I actually went out of my comfort zone in this chapter, touching a few points about Eo’s past and focusing on his point of view, I hope you like it, I think there is only 2 to 3 chapters left on this story and I want to know if you all would want me to continue it or to start a new one. Please let me know. I hope you enjoy it.
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He woke up the next morning before you did, the faint light of the sun hitting his eyes, making him squint them instantly; you were still tangled with him, your legs intertwined together. His eyes studied your face, so peaceful, so beautiful, the events of the previous night flashed through his mind and the guilt returned as the memory of the fear in your eyes came to the forefront of his mind. He was still unsure of why you were here, here with him. He wasn’t a good man, he wasn’t good enough for you, he had hurt people, he had caused pain, destruction, chaos and still here you were, trusting him with your life, with your being like he was some sort of guardian angel. You were making him soft, doubtful, vulnerable.
He recalled the way he had so fervently told you no when you begged him to help Allen and now here he was, wondering how he could actually do it, he owed you that much. He decided that if he was going to give in and bend at your will, he would do it on his own terms. He would map out a plan, he would get his plan executed, the goal completed.
He carefully moved from in between your embrace, being careful not to wake you as he made his way out of the bed. He walked to the bathroom, freshening himself up, he splashed water on his face, looking at the man in the mirror starting back, he didn’t recognize that man. There was no hate in his eyes, for once he could look at himself and feel some kind of relief. He missed his body, he missed who he was, having his mind and his memories all to himself. You liked him like this, you didn’t even know there was more to it than met the eye. You could never find out, find out of what he had had to do to survive, you would never find out that this body, was stolen, that his memories were corrupted. He was sure you wouldn’t be able to look past that, to look behind the mask and be with a man that wasn’t real anymore, that didn’t exist. He wondered for a second if you would have liked his original body more than you liked this one. He hated the answer his brain instantly offered him, of course you would love this one better, it was the only one you knew, and the only one you would ever know. He could feel the sudden fear raise inside of him when he realized where all of this thoughts had originated from. He was scared, he was scared of losing you and why would he be scare of losing anything or anyone? Because he loved you, because he had grown to love you and to need you.
His eyes quickly darted around the room, spotting his pants as he moved towards them, looking in his right pocket for his ring. He always kept it close to him, but lately he hadn’t need it. He grabbed the chain and tangled it in his hand, walking out of the room to the safe he kept hidden on the wall, opening it before placing the ring next to the gun he kept there for emergencies.
Opening the door to his office, he started to ponder on his next move, considering all the variables and movements, he knew Barry and the team had been working on a plan to build a trap to catch the reverse flash. Those plans had been left at pause once he had stopped showing around. He needed to get out there again and make that trap happen, it was the only way he could give you what you wanted, even if it meant giving Allen what he wanted too. He needed to make sure every detail was down to perfection, he had been working on his own side of this idea long before you intersected it. He would create a speed mirage, one to fool everyone while he was at the lab with them, one to run to whatever trap they had settled and hopefully it would be enough for Joe to work off of it to start a case to plead for Henry’s freedom.
He couldn’t say he didn’t understand some of what Barry felt, he knew what it was like to miss your family, to miss the people you cared for, even if they didn’t entirely cared for you in return. Robern’s face quickly flashed through his mind, he hadn’t thought of him in a long time, he wasn’t particularly fond of him, but in a way after being far away for so long, suddenly the despise and wishes to get rid of his little brother he had felt on his years prior to getting stuck on this time were gone. He even missed the bastard.
He shook his head before resting it on his hands, trying to free himself from those memories and thoughts that no longer served him. He wasn’t going back ever, he had given that up for you, for a life by your side. He looked up at the clock, it read half past 7, he should get ready and leave for the labs. He walked over to the room, you were still sound asleep and he had to resist the temptation of getting back in the bed with you.
Once fully clothed in his usual attire he walked towards the bedroom door, he was about to open it when he felt you stirring on the bed, looking back at you lovingly as you woke up. You stared at him, taking a moment to fully get a hold of yourself before speaking.
“What time is it?” Your eyes squinted in the direction of the clock while you sat up, holding the duvet close to your chest.
“Is almost 8, I have to leave to the labs, you can stay here.” He suggested, wanting to give you some rest.
“And miss all the action? I want to go with you.” You added, trying to test the waters and make sure you both were back to normal.
“Will you wait for me?” You asked him at his lack of response to the previous statement.
He simply nodded, walking over to the bed when you started to get up, silently wrapping his arms around you, feeling the warmth of your skin that peaked out of the duvet you were holding.
“I have been thinking,” he began.
“I will do what you want me to,” he continued, marking how this is something you were pushing on him, he didn’t want to do it but he would for you.
“But we will do it on my terms. I have a plan, and you need to trust me.” He finished.
“I trust you Eo,” you added, smiling at the cute nickname you had come up with for him. He internally cringed, remembering that only his brother had called him “Eo” in his whole life and he usually did it in a mocking manner but coming off of your lips it sounded kind, gentle almost loving. Things he didn’t receive or deserve.
You arrived to the lab together, finding it empty, neither of the team members there yet. You sat around the cortex together, checking over some plans and prototypes Cisco had been working on. The elevator door opened, and the sound of heels and chattering announced that Caitlin and Cisco had arrived, you were seated far away from Eo, not really giving away any reason to raise suspicion. You wish you could tell them; share the joy of being together but you knew it was most likely a topic he wouldn’t want to discuss.
With a discreet glance in your direction Harrison cleared his throat before speaking, addressing Caitlin mainly, he informed her that he would be absent from the lab until mid day, having being offered an invitation to speak at a class in Central City University, Caitlin quickly pulled out the invitation she remembered he had asked her to keep for him, he wasn’t really planning to go but now he needed the perfect excuse to execute his plan.
You didn’t know of this event, he hadn’t mention it, your eyes looked for his discreetly and he nodded his head, offering you some peace that this was part of his work. After he left Barry arrived, the whole team was mostly seated around waiting for anything to happen, any meta-humans to appear but it seemed to be a slow day, frankly most days had been slow since the flash made his debut, keeping everyone on check.
You couldn’t help but drift back to the thoughts in your head, all of them rotating around Eobard like the Earth rotating around the Sun, in this case he was you Sun, your star, the only thing you would ever want in life. Your relationship with him was getting serious, too serious, you could feel it, in the way you knew you loved him, wondering if he loved you or at least if he was capable of loving you back. You wondered what plan was this he was working on? He hadn’t told you anything at all about it, it was probably better if you were kept in the dark.
Midday rolled around and so did him, coming back to the labs and into the cortex, commenting how entertaining and informative the lecture had been, if he said this out of truth or sarcasm you had no idea, there was a fine line between both when it came to this man. The day had remained slow and once it was nearing the afternoon you thought for sure that nothing exciting would happen at all, but soon after the satellite picked up movement near Mercury Labs, soon enough Cisco and Barry were hovering over the screen as it read the tag for reverse flash moving about. Your eyes widened in shock as Eo grabbed your hand cautiously and squeezed it fast in reassurance. How could he be in two places at the same time? What was happening? You were puzzled with curiosity, there was more to this man than what you had ever thought possible and you made a mental note to ask him about this thing later. Barry speeded around the room before Eo could scream at him to be careful, he knew Barry would follow him and try to catch him, this was the bait he had thrown for the team to continue working on the trap.
He didn’t need the tachyon enhancer he was trying to steal from Mercury Labs, but it was the perfect excuse to keep going. Once Barry had finally reached him he was about to leave, having only done all of that as a show, or at least his mirage was about to, Barry did the usual speech he liked to perform where he questioned him to no end before he replied with the same, you will never catch me or this is not over flash. This game had been going on for so long he couldn’t remember how many times those words had been uttered.
Once Barry made it back to the labs he was frantic, questioning why reverse flash would want to steal the device or when had he reappeared since he had stayed on the low for a few weeks now, seeming as he was back they decided to keep working on the trap, to finish it faster and try to catch him. He knew they had taken the bait when Barry informed him later that he wanted him to go with him to talk to Christina about lending them the prototype so they could use it to lure reverse flash out. His plan was working, it was near completion and tomorrow would prove to be a success once he managed to trap himself and use that to free Henry, hoping that this would put an end to your torment.
Everyone stayed late at the lab, working on finishing the trap while he and Barry procured the prototype, it had been a tough negotiation, Christina being very wary of himself. Once they made it back to the lab it was late enough that everyone was leaving, he said his goodnight and retreated to look for you. He found you in one of the workshops, finishing the final touches of your part before he informed you that everyone had left, he asked you to go with him, stay the night with him and you didn’t deny him, how could you if that was the moment of the day you looked forward the most.
It was a little past 10 when you walked through the doors, he got up from the chair, making his usual routine of a drink and some relaxing opera to soothe his nerves. An idea popped in your head, you wanted to take a bath and may as well offer him the chance to accompany you. Walking behind him and circling your hands around his middle your chin resting against the muscles of his impressive back, you spoke.
“Why don’t you come with me, and I will show you something nice.” You said, not wanting to give it away. He raised his eyebrows, his curiosity had been picked, he wanted to know more now.
“What would that be?” He whispered in that husky tone he usually spoke, a smirk present on his face.
“Ah ah, you will have to wait and see, while I get it ready why don’t you get me a drink?” You asked him before moving away from him and in the direction of the room, his eyes following your every movement.
Once in the master bathroom you prepared the water, filling the tub and looking around for anything that would create some sort of bubbles, this man honestly had nothing of the kind, opting for stealing his shampoo you set in motion in feeling the tub completely before stripping and walking out to find him. You found him still by the counter, his back turned to you as you walked behind him, completely naked and hugged him from behind, he turned around in your embrace, his eyes trailing up and down your naked skin as his hands moved on their own accord to your waist, moving up and down feeling your skin while he moved down to press a kiss to your neck, humming in agreement at your current state.
His kisses trailed from your neck to your jaw before his mouth devoured yours with so much intensity, like a starve man eating for the first time in the day, this was exactly what he was feeling after not being able to kiss you all day. Your hands found his chest as you pushed him back, smiling at him. Your hands moved to find his and you pulled him to you, silently asking him to follow you, he obeyed, his eyes falling to your butt once you turned around and guided him to the bathroom, once inside your turned back towards him, your hands grabbing the hem of his shirt and while your lips grazed his, you kissed him slowly, passionately, wanting to feel every inch and curve his mouth had to offer. Once his shirt was off his pants followed soon after along with his underwear, you moved to the edge of the tub touching the water before moving to sit inside, looking at him expectingly.
He moved over, getting slowly inside the tub behind you, leaning back against the wall and sighting at the relive the warmth of the water offered him, one of his hands moved flat against your torso, pushing you back to lay on him while he ran it up and down your middle, caressing softly the skin of you breast and closing his eyes in relaxation when he felt your breathing slowing down, your hand caressing his arm.
“Will you tell me more about how you did that?” You asked him, your voice sleepy.
“How I did what?” He teased you, loving to play dumb for you to push.
“Come on you know what I mean, the speedy thing.” You said, tapping his arm lightly to show him how serious you were. His eyebrows raised in amusement at your chose of words.
“I will, but not today, I’ll tell you tomorrow.” He said.
“Do you promise?” You insisted, knowing how easily he liked to avoid subjects.
“I do, why don’t you relax? Take a nap I’ve got you.” he offered.
“Okay,” you replied sleepily, your eyes felt very heavy as the weight of the day suddenly downed on you, the warm water and the dimly lit bathroom lulling you into a comfortable slumber.
“I love you Eo.” The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, not that you wanted to, you loved him and you weren’t afraid or ashamed of it. He was your love, he was yours. His arms instantly tightened around you, his breath slightly faltering, his heart speeding up to what would be considered abnormal for someone like him. I love you too, he thought to himself, words he was not ready to voice, words he still struggled to wrap his head around, to understand. But the only thing he knew for sure, the only one he understood in this moment was that you were his and he was yours.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Chapter-11
Summary: Harrison teaches you a lesson about what happens when you taunt him.
Warning: Smut, if you are a minor don’t read please.
Author’s note: I really enjoyed writing this chapter! Please let me know what you think! Enjoy it!
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After your little stunt, once the day was over he had cornered you in your desk. The excitement building up as he approached you, walking in your direction now that everyone had left.
“Let’s go,” he said as he offered his hand to you.
“You want me to go with you?” You questioned him, not really expecting it. You always assumed he enjoyed his privacy but now that your relationship had changed so dramatically maybe he would be more open with you.
“I wouldn’t have offered otherwise” he said, smirking at you. Oh boy were you in for a ride.
The moment you both made it through the door your legs started shaking with anticipation. You knew what was coming, your body craved the feeling he brought you. Your knees weak, knowing what was to come, how savagely he could devour you without remorse for your actions.
“Ravish me,” You whispered to him out of the blue, not even letting him make it to the kitchen; taking in the way his baby blue eyes stared at yours, he was thinking.
“You will never stop amusing me, for someone who should be scare at who I am and what I can do you seem to be able to taunt me freely thinking there won’t be any consequences.” He said as he squinted his eyes a little. Analyzing his next move.
“Perhaps I am not as scare of you, maybe you are not as intimidating as you think.” You were pushing your luck and you knew it, but you couldn’t help it. The way his eyes would close a little and his mouth would twitch in the corners was all worth it.
He was a wild beast, a lion who couldn’t be tamed. He was the sea, furious and unforgiving, untamable, but somehow you knew that with the simple touch of your hand you could bring him to his knees, you could calm the storm and trap him in the palm of your hand. Even if he wanted to deny it you knew the truth. The truth he oh so desperately wanted to hide. You were the only person able to tame him, to make him weak, and the thought of someone being able to destroy him with a simple touch of their hand terrified him beyond belief.
Speeding you to his bedroom, he sat in the end of the bed. His eyes on you.
“Take off your clothes.” he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper but still as commanding as ever.
Standing in front of him, slowly you removed your shirt and your pants, staying in your underwear. The atmosphere of the room had changed drastically, making the hairs at the back of your neck to stand and goosebumps to appear on your skin. The lights low, making the room feel intimate, secretive, as if what was about to happen was forbidden.
“Everything.” He added as his blue eyes trailed up and down your form.
Maintaining eye contact your hands found the clip of your brassiere, removing it from your arms, running your hands slowly down your torso to the hem of your underwear you bent down, letting them fall down your legs.
Now fully naked in front of him his hand moved to your hip, squeezing lightly, feeling the softness of your skin, you could see the lighting dancing in his eyes as you rolled your head back, your nipples hardening at the simple touch of his hand, at the way his eyes devoured you.
Maneuvering you with his hands he moved you to the side of his knees, bending you down to lay across his lap. Positioning your butt at the highest point while he ran his hands over the soft skin of your cheek. Your breath catching when his hand kneaded harshly at the softness.
“You had me thinking all day what to do with you after your little adventure” he paused. His eyes out of focus as if he was relieving a memory.
“But after thinking how I could punish you, I came to the conclusion that perhaps this was the best way to make you understand.” He finished whispering, giving a soft kiss to the flesh of your ass cheek.
Was he going to spank you? You wondered. You couldn’t really speak, too excited and nervous at what he planned to do to you. This anticipation was probably the worst thing in it all. You didn’t remember ever feeling so nervous in your life.
His hand ran down your cheek, moving to the middle of your legs, grazing the inner part of your thigh; getting closer to your heating center you could feel how his fingers hummed softly against your skin, the vibration barely noticeable. His other arm moved to the middle of your back, applying pressure softly but firm enough to keep you in place.
You could feel his hardness pressing to your side, he was probably more excited than you at what he had planned. His eyes trained in his hand as he kept moving it, his fingers grazing your folds, coating themselves in your wetness.
His thumb moved over your clit, vibrating softly when they made contact with your bundle of nerves, making you moan softly. His pointer and middle finger moved over your entrance, barely opening you but enough to make their presence know. Speeding up the vibration of his thumb he pushed a finger inside, feeling the way he stretched you while hearing you moan for him.
Rubbing circles over your clit he pushed another finger inside, feeling you, stretching you before curling them inside and hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars.
You tried to move up and turn around, the arm on your back stopping you. His vibrations increased once more, he could feel your walls start to tighten around his fingers as he moved them faster inside of you. Moaning loudly, you bit your lip, your hand fisting in the bedsheets at your fast approaching orgasm. You were so close, he could feel it, your body getting ready for the release you yearned for, just as the wave in your lower abdomen was about to untie his hand disappeared. Leaving you yearning for a release that wasn’t coming.
“Harrison” you began to say but he quickly shushed you. His hand squeezing the flesh of you ass once again. He was giving your body time to calm down enough before he continued his punishment.
You knew that if you protested he would only make it worse, making sure you learned your lesson about taunting him like that.
His fingers started vibrating again, moving over your slick entrance, moving his thumb once again against your clit.
This time once two of his fingers were deep inside of you he added a third. Making you feel impossibly tight as he rubbed in circles his thumb against your mound. He started thrusting his fingers into you, making you feel on fire. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening up every time his fingers parted you open, the sweet friction it created in your entrance. You were incredibly wet, his fingers completely coated in you as the wetness ran down his hand.
He felt the way your walls started to contract around his fingers, and once he felt you about to come he removed his hands completely. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes. He was torturing you, you needed to come so badly and he kept only bringing you right to the edge before leaving you there, standing in the edge but unable to fall.
“Please, please” you begged him with watery eyes and red cheeks, turning your head around to look at him.
“It wouldn’t be much of a lesson if I let you get what you want, would it?” He whispered, you could see the enjoyment in his face, the way he smirked down at you.
“ I will be good, I swear I will be good” you begged him, squirming under him, trying to move the rest of your body to look at him but his arm kept you in place.
“You will now, won’t you?” He said and in a flash of red the positions had changed. He had you reclined over the bed, facing down and your ass lifted in the air, his body hovering over yours, pressing your back to his chair, bringing his mouth to your ear.
“I want to hear you say it” he whispered while his hand grabbed his belt, in a quick motions undoing it along with his pants.
“I will be good” you panted, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance, coating himself in your wetness.
“Again” he whispered.
“I will be good, I swear I will.” You moaned, throwing your head back as his cock pushed into you, opening you up and stretching you in painful but delicious way at the roughness he entered you with.
His pace was strong, deep, making sure you felt all of him with every thrust of his hips. His hand snaked up your chest, grabbing one of your breast and squeezing it softly before moving up to your neck, wrapping his hand around it. You had never seen this side of him, this possessiveness in which he seemed lost in.
His other hand went to your waist, running it flatly over your stomach he moved it down, his fingers vibrating as he reached you clit. Arching your back at the feeling of his fingers you heard him growl, his thrust faltering for a second before he picked up the pace, hitting you harder, deeper and faster, making you bite your lip. You could feel your orgasm coming hard. Your throbbing pussy feeling on fire every time he opened you up, your body tensing up as your eyes snapped close, moaning loud as you tightened around him.
He could feel the way you squeezed him, making it almost impossibly hard to move, you felt so delicious, you made him feel at home, bringing back feelings he had long forgotten existed. He moved his forehead to your back, resting it against it as he kept thrusting, chasing his own release. Sweat drops grazing your skin, a mix of his and your own. His hand moved to your waist, holding you in place and squeezing lightly at your skin as he groaned against it letting his orgasm wash over him.
Giving you a few seconds to recover he moved from on top of you. Letting you rest completely against the bed as he went over to the bathroom. You could feel yourself drifting in and out of sleep, hearing the sound of water running, a few seconds later he was back, picking you up and taking you over to the bathtub.
Placing you down he got inside first, offering you his hand for you to follow, grabbing it he helped you inside, sitting down against him, his back against your chest as your head rested on his shoulder. The water was starting to bubble, smelling of some kind of amber and musk, the lights were low and the feeling of the warm water and his fingers running softly up and down your arm were luring you to sleep.
“Stay the night,” he said, catching you by surprise. Humming you slowly lifted your head.
“What?” You sleepily asked him.
“Stay the night with me” he said again, bringing his face to your hair, placing his chin on top of your head.
You nodded, feeling a kind of warmth spread through your chest. He kissed the top of your hair and pushed your head back to rest against his chest. He looked at your relaxing form, the way your chest rose and fell, his hand moved to your stomach, caressing the skin as he reclined himself back and enjoyed this strange moment of peace he was having. Enjoying your presence, the calmness you brought him.
He was feeling something for you, something he didn’t want to voice out loud, but he was feeling it spreading all over him fast. He had forgotten he could feel anything of this kind after being alone for so long, but you had changed that completely, obsessing him with your essence. He needed you, more than he had needed anyone before and more than he would ever need anyone ever again.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Chapter-9
Summary: Confronting what happened and making decisions that can either break or make what you both have.
Author’s note: I think this is my personal favorite chapter I have written, I hope you all like it, the way I see him, he is half Eobard but still half Harrison. He has part of his personality and traits. Please let me know what you think of this chapter. Enjoy it!!
Gif credits to the owner I found this one on google.(let’s ignore the fact that I can’t figure out if this is Harry or Eo)
“What are you doing here?” You asked him without moving from under the blankets.
“If you are here to scream at me or accuse me of anything else you may as well stick your hand in my chest and get it over with, I am sure that would hurt less.” You said as tears filled your eyes, his presence was causing the wound to reopen and bleed.
The room was dark and cold, it was so quite, the only proof that he was there was the lingering smell of his cologne. He was moving closer to you, you could feel one of his knees dipping into the mattress.
“Forgive me” is all he said, his voice barely a broken whisper.
“There is nothing to forgive…” you began but he interrupted you.
“Yes there is, yes there is you need to let me fix this, I need to fix this.” He whispered.
“There is nothing to fix, there was nothing to begin with.” You didn’t want to hear him.
“Yes there was” he growled, his tone getting agitated.
He moved closer, dipping his other knee in the bed he moved closer to you, he couldn’t see you, he could only make out the shape of you through the duvet covering you. Your head under it too, hiding all of you from him like a scare child hiding from a monster.
He realized you wouldn’t listen to him, you were just that stubborn to give him the same treatment he had given you when he didn’t let you explain. He needed you. He hated showing any kind of vulnerability as Eobard Thawne, but the side of him that was Harrison Wells, that side needed to make you understand how much he needed you.
He wrapped his long arms around you, over the covers, feeling you curl more into yourself at the contact.
“Look at me” he begged you.
“Please look at me” he insisted. He was patient, but you seemed to always be able to bring him over the edge in seconds. You could destroy everything he had worked for in fifteen years and he would let you.
Moving his hand to where he assumed your face would be, he tried to move the duvet out of your face. You only held on tighter to it.
“I want you to leave.” Your voice was broken but firm enough for him to hear you.
This was one of the things he would never admit to you either but it killed him inside to feel you pushing him away. It made that dark side of him awaken, the one that showed the monster he was, the evil in him. That was all he was, evil. You were the only pure thing keeping him sane. Giving him light now that he had had a taste of you. You felt like the first time he ran at super-speed. Like being hit by the lighting all over again when he became a speedster.
“Now we both know that’s not true” he didn’t know if he was convincing you or convincing himself.
“I don’t need you to apologize for anything, I need you to leave.” You said as you tried to hide even deeper in the blankets from him.
“And I need you, I need you and I need you to look at me” he was getting desperate, he was getting nowhere with you.
“You can decide how you wanna do this, but I won’t move from here until I get you to look at me, is up to you how long we will stay like this.” He said.
We, you loved how he said we as if there was a “we” to begin with.
“Fine!” You snapped as you turned around and moved the covers to face him.
“Fine! If this is what finally gets you to leave then you can leave now!” You spat at him.
He took you in, your eyes were red, your lips swollen from bitting them to stop yourself from crying, your cheeks flushed and your hair messy, but to him you still looked beautiful, and what he hated the most was knowing he had made this mess of you.
His hands went to your face, one in each cheek as he caressed them slowly.
“Please, forgive me” he whispered against your skin, so close to you you could feel the air leaving his mouth as he spoke.
“Please” his forehead leaning against yours,
“I need you” he said.
You placed your hands over his,
“You don’t need me, you only need me to keep your secret.” You told him as much as it pained you it was the truth.
“I do, I need you, I need YOU.” He emphasized the word you, trying to make you understand what he couldn’t phrase better with words.
“And what do you plan to do?, you need me, and I figuratively say yes that I forgive you, that I need you in my life too, but to what cost Harrison? The price for me to pay is too high, you will leave, you will go back to wherever you are trying to go. You will leave me behind and break my heart. I will stay behind and face everyone who fought to stop you and know that they will eventually find out. You won’t only leave me, you will leave me completely alone.” You said, needing to state the facts of what implied accepting him.
“And unless you can do something to fix that, you need to leave.” You finished.
He opened his eyes to stare into yours.
“Fine, I will do it.” He said.
You blinked in confusion, what was he going to do? What had he meant by that?
“What do you mean by that? What are you going to do? Leave?” You questioned him.
“No,” he began as his mouth moved closer over yours, breathing you in before he continued.
“I won’t leave” he finished, his eyes closed as he said this.
“I don’t understand.” Now you were confused. What did he mean he wouldn’t leave?
“You don’t want me to leave, you don’t want me to go back to where I belong.” He explained.
Your heart hammered so fast against your chest you were sure he could feel it. He was saying what you thought he was saying? That he would stay? With you?
“How?” You spoke, still confused.
“I think that is very self explanatory.” He offered still rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks.
“What about the man in yellow?” You questioned him.
“What about him?”
“He needs to disappear. He needs to disappear and never come back.” You were asking everything out of him. But if he wanted to be with you so much, to stay with you he needed to fix all the messes he had made.
His grip on your face faltered for a second and you saw his eyes squeeze and his mouth twitch.
“You won’t see him again for a long time.” He offered. You could work with that.
Your hands traveled to his face, holding him close as you sighed.
“Then I forgive you.” You said, the moment the words left your mouth his lips were on yours, kissing you like you would disappear at any moment. His hands found your hair and he twisted them in your locks. You kissed him back, holding onto him, but the moment his hand traveled to your back to pull you closer to him yours snapped his arm away. Breaking the kiss you looked him in the eye.
“I forgave you, but I am still mad” you told him moving away from him.
“You have quite a lot to make up for” you said.
“What do you want me to do?” He said, giving you the opportunity to ask of him anything else you wanted.
“For starters stay the night.” You told him, still annoyed at that time he had left.
“I knew that had bothered you” he said while removing his shoes and pants. Moving the covers aside he went under them, moving close to you, his arm found your waist as he pulled you to him. His face burying into your neck as he breathed you in. He loved how you smelled. He planted a kiss to your shoulder and tuned you around, your face hiding in his neck and his other hand finding your hair as he ran his fingers through it. In the quietness of the room you felt asleep, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breathing.
Halfway through the night you woke up, your hand blindly reaching for him on the other side of the bed only to find it empty, in panic you turned around. You knew it, he had left, god you felt so stupid having trusted him to actually stay. As a sob was about to escape your lips you heard the door to the room close and in between the darkness you saw him moving back to the bed.
Sighing you wiped your hand over your eyes, he heard you and immediately sped next to you under the covers, a flicker of lighting illuminating the room.
“I thought you had left” you confessed to him.
“I am not going to leave” he reminded you.
Your face found his neck again and you squeezed him against you, moving your leg over his. He rubbed his hand up and down your back, holding you close to him.
You grazed your lips over the skin of his neck, ghosting a kiss, you could hear his breath hitch at the contact. You were still mad at him, but you needed him, you needed the safety he provided you. You needed to feel him and feel the way he would consume you.
You pressed harder kisses on his skin, running your lips up to his jawline, his hand stopped moving up your back. He didn’t move, he waited for you to continue, if this is what you wanted he didn’t want to influence you into it, it had to be all you.
Your lips found his and you kissed him passionately, your hands fisting in his shirt. He kissed you back with the same intensity, running his tongue across your lips in that delicious way he often did to ask you to open your mouth, his tongue instantly devouring you. Your hands moved to the hem of his shirt to move it up over his head, removing it and throwing it somewhere on the floor, his hands found your thighs as he rolled himself over you in between your legs. One of his hands running up your leg, moving under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, he kept moving it up until he reached your breast, kneading the soft flesh and feeling your nipple harden under his touch.
You could feel his hardness pressing in between your legs, rubbing directly over your wetness. His mouth moving to attack your neck, placing open mouthed kisses on it, sucking hard enough to mark the skin and make you writhe under him. He grinded his hips over yours, you could feel the muscles on his back flexing at the movement. Feeling hot enough you removed your shirt and his mouth traveled down over your collar bones to the valley of your breast, his lips sucked at the softness of your breast and his tongue ran over your nipple, while his other hand played with the other one, pulling softly at it.
Your hand traveled down his abdomen to the waistband of his briefs, making him groan in your skin when you grabbed his cock and squeezed it softly over his underwear. Moving your hand inside to feel him, you grabbed him right under the head, running your thumb lightly over the head, feeling the precum that he was leaking out. Your touches were light and teasing but enough to make him groan in your skin. Your fingers moved up and down softly, slowly dragging the feeling out of him, you could feel him tense up with every movement of your hand.
Bitting your lips you looked at him through your lashes as you felt him grow closer as you speeded up the pace. He growled down at you, eyes half lidded as he moved his mouth down to kiss yours hard. His fingers found the hem of your panties, yanking them down and trying to get them down your legs as he grabbed your hand and moved it out of his boxers. He placed his hand over yours, his fingers covering yours completely and he ran both your hands together over your wetness, making you feel how wet you were with him.
You moaned at the sensation and he moved your fingers with his own on top over your entrance, teasing around it and making you touch yourself while he guided you. He moved two of your fingers over your clit, making you run them around it trapping it in between while he squeezed them shut to apply pressure to your sensitive bud, making you bite you lip and throw your head back at the pleasure.
“I need you, I need you now.” You told him, feeling too on edge and too close to losing it if you didn’t feel him inside of you soon.
He didn’t need you to tell him twice. He wanted to make you feel everything tonight. He wanted to show you how much you meant to him.
He got rid of his underwear and grabbed the base of his cock, rubbing it over your wetness in a teasing manner before positioning the head in your entrance, both his hands moved to your face as he held you, connecting his forehead to yours and closing his eyes he pushed inside slowly, feeling you stretch open around him, feeling the soft texture of you engulf him. Releasing a shaky breath he sheathed himself entirely, while you moaned over his mouth. He kissed you softly, almost lovingly, enjoying for a second just the feeling of being all the way inside of you, feeling how you squeezed him and wrapped him so deliciously. Slowly he started to move, setting a slow pace, you had never seen him being this gentle, this caring. He would constantly kiss you, caress you, murmur sweet nothings over your lips.
His pace speeded up just a little but was still soft for how he usually did it, but he made sure to do it harder, to thrust deeper and hit that sweet spot that felt so good every time the head of his cock reached it. You grabbed onto his shoulders and tangled one of your legs over his hip, trying to feel him deeper, his hand instantly found your thigh, squeezing it and running his hand up to grab your butt cheek. He started to move harder, his hips snapping against yours almost violently, bruising, making sure to hit that spot every time.
His fingers ran down your stomach until they reached your clit, running alongside it he started to vibrate them, rubbing it and circling over it, bringing you closer, you could feel yourself close, he was matching the thrusts perfectly to every wave that you were feeling building up. Whispering to him how close you were he kissed you, kissing you hard as he vibrated his fingers harder, speeding up enough his pace to make you come, he kissed you as he felt you coming over him, your walls contracting around him, making him feel impossibly tight as he started to come with you, growling into the kiss as he came deep inside of you.
He rolled himself next to you, looking at you as your regained your breath, you looked at him, rolling in your side and moving closer to him, wrapping an arm over his middle you moved your face close to his to kiss the tip of his nose as he closed his eyes. This was probably one of the only times you had seen him being this loving, this soft. But this is what you made of him. What he became when he was around you. You were the light in the world of darkness he lived in, the only thing innocent and pure he had left, and he would be damned if he ever let anyone try to take you away from him. He would rip apart this world if anyone ever tried to take you from him.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Chapter-10
Summary: the morning after such a night and the new dynamic may be a little harder to get used to than what you anticipated.
Author’s note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! We are moving to a new phase of the story and I hope you all will enjoy it! As always let me know what you think suggestions are always welcome.
Warning: semi smut.
Gif credits to the owner, I found this one on google.
Waking up the next morning to the sun gracing your face you turned on your side, looking at him peacefully sleeping in that position he seemed to enjoy so much, his mouth slightly open. He laid on his stomach, his face turned to you and one arm in front of it. He looked so peaceful, so good.
It was a little after 8 which meant you would have to be at the lab soon to make it on time, not that anyone was really counting but it was the regular schedule you all had established.
Getting up slowly from the bed you turned around, trying to see if he was still asleep. The bedsheets only covered him from the beginning of his butt down to his legs. His back in plain view to you. Any scratches you would have given him last night were now gone and healed. Looking up his neck to his hair it was a mess, sticking in every direction, he was so beautiful, you couldn’t get enough of watching him sleep.
Making your way to the bathroom you grabbed one of the oversized shirts you used to wear around the house and after brushing your teeth you made your way to the kitchen. Getting everything ready to make coffee while he slept, after all who actually knew how much sleep he tended to get with his nightly revenues he used to have with the Flash.
Memories of last night’s conversation came back to you. You actually hoped he had been honest, that he would let the man in yellow go and stay here, with you. It would be complicated, having a relationship with him, you didn’t know if he would want the rest of the team to know. How would they react?
Lost in thought you failed to notice him walking to you, watching you from the kitchen entrance, his eyes burning into your skin.
“I can see the gears turning in your head” he said, startling you as you looked at him, the only thing covering his body was the briefs he had wore last night.
“I was just thinking,” you offered him a kind smile.
“About?” He added.
“About how things will change, if they are going to change?” you told him, lifting an eyebrow in his direction, waiting for the confirmation of what was spoken.
Looking to the side he raised his arms to the door frame, displaying the way his muscles would subtly contort.
“They are.” He whispered, almost reminding himself of what he had promised you.
“And you are still okay with it” you offered, trying to see if he was serious, offering him a way out, you preferred to have your heart broken now than further along the way.
Snapping his head in your direction he stared at you, his bright blue eyes looking impossibly clear in the morning sun filtering through the window, a signature smirk forming on his lips.
“I thought I made that clean last night. Perhaps you need a reminder.” He stalked towards you in long strides. Moving behind you and hugging you possessively from behind. Planting a soft kiss to the curve of your neck.
“I would love to, but we are both going to be very late, and if we both show up late it may look just a tiny bit suspicious.” You told him, moving your head back to rest it in his shoulder.
“We can’t start to slack off now, can we?” He added as he let you go and went to the room to retrieve his clothes.
Coming back a second later fully dressed he came near you, moving one strand of hair out of your face, his eyes scanning your face.
“You don’t want coffee, do you?” You asked him with a newfound shyness that came with this sudden change in behavior you both had.
Denying with his head he stroked your cheek gently before whispering.
“I will see you at the lab”
Disappearing in a flash of red he left you alone in the kitchen, with the warmth of his hand still present on your face.
After getting ready and making your way to the lab, the nervousness in your system became more apparent, your hands were sweaty and your mouth dry, you felt dizzy, why was this being so difficult?
You had already slept with him multiple times, you knew who he was, but this new change in your relationship was making you feel nauseous and dizzy when it came to looking at him again. Maybe it was the way you would have to separate the man you knew and the man the team knew.
Walking into the cortex taking some deep breath you spotted Cisco and Caitlin over the main desk, and doctor Wells sitting near them, his eyes focused on the tablet he was holding.
“Hey y/n, I am glad you are back to feeling good” Cisco spotted you first, greeting you and smiling at you.
“Hey, good morning guys, Dr. Wells” your awkwardly greeted him. He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Good morning miss y/n, I think I can speak for everyone else and myself when I say I share Cisco’s sentiment.” he greeted you.
Making your way over to the desk you usually occupied you settled down and started checking things you had missed this last few days.
To say things were a little strange was an understatement, it was very weird to you to be in the same room as Wells and see him sitting on that chair that you were more than aware he didn’t need, also the way he was so polite to you all the time as if he hasn’t done the naughtiest of things with you also baffled you a little.
You really wanted to kiss him, to be able to freely speak to him without worry or being scare of making the wrong comment and someone over hearing you.
You also didn’t want to press the issue of telling everyone, your relationship was fairly new. You didn’t want to seem pushy or needy to claim him as yours in front of everyone either.
Lunch time came around and Cisco and Caitlin had left the lab to go eat something, Barry still hadn’t made it from CCPD, it was only you and Harrison.
You sat one next to the other in the desk, you had been working together with Cisco in a new comm system to be able to listen and help Barry better.
An idea had come to mind the second Cisco had left. Watching Harrison run his fingers over his lips in concentration was doing unholy things to you.
Dropping your pen on the floor under the desk with a very fake an innocent “ops” you got up and moved the chair back, slowly crouching under the desk, having in mind that the back of the desk faced the door to the space you were using, it had a long metallic panel covering it to the floor, no one would see you down here.
“What are you doing?” Harrison said when he felt your hand on his thigh.
“Me? I am just picking up my pen, I just can’t seem to find it.” You needed to act fast before he decided to move and ruin your plan.
Moving yourself in between his legs in front of the chair, your hand ran up his thigh, moving closer and closer to his cock.
“Y/n” his voice came out as a warning, he tried to move his hand under the desk to stop you, but moving fast for a non speedster you unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, moving your hand under his boxers, feeing the skin of his thigh and moving closer and closer to his hardening cock.
Planting a soft kiss on the skin of his thigh you moved closer, lowering his boxers to expose his member. Grabbing it softly, you started to plant soft kisses to the side, giving him the occasional open mouth kiss as you felt him hardening in your hand. Rubbing your tongue all the way from the base to the tip you could hear him sucking in a breath.
Grabbing at the base, your mouth welcomed his tip as you sucked on it. Giving it attention with your tongue, tasting the beads of precum coming out of him. Taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat, you started to move your head, moving your hand at the same time giving attention to the part of him that didn’t fit in your mouth.
His hand quickly managed to phase through the desk and find your hair. Burying it in your locks as he groaned. Establishing a better rhythm you adjusted your mouth around him, your lips hurting from the stretch of having to accommodate his thick length.
You pressed your tongue harder under him, as your lips worked around him. Just as he was about to moan footsteps were heard running to were you both were.
Hearing Cisco’s voice his face suddenly turned neutral, as if nothing was happening as you remained hidden under the desk with him still fully sitting in your mouth.
“Dr. Wells, I forgot my wallet,” Cisco announced.
Deciding to have some fun with him you quickly sucked him deeper down your throat, making sure to take as much of him as you could.
You heard his breathing fault for a second as his hand tried to move you away.
“Are you feeling okay Dr. Wells?” Cisco worriedly asked him, “do you want me to get Caitlin?”
“No, no Cisco that won’t be necessary.” He whispered in that tone he used most of the times.
Before Cisco had a chance to reply, your lips were moving up his length, your teeth softly grazing his skin as your tongue ran along his tip, your hands moved to fondle his balls. Moving your mouth back down and speeding up your pace you could feel him getting closer, the way his balls would tighten and his cock started to throb in your mouth. Moving your hand quickly to the base of his cock putting enough pressure to stop his orgasm from coming, you could feel his grip on your hair become painful as his knuckles whitened.
“Now why don’t you go and enjoy your food.” He added, trying to get Cisco to go already before both of you were found out. He was a very private person, having kept so many secrets all the time. Last thing he wanted was for someone to see you like this, the view of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock was for his eyes only.
“Okay Dr. Wells, we will be back soon!” Cisco exclaimed as he ran out the door back to his business.
Letting the hand at the base of him fall you quickly moved your mouth over him again, sucking him faster and playing with his balls as you felt them tighten up and his arm fall with a loud thud to the desk.
He groaned, thrusting his hips into your mouth as his cum hit the back of your throat, you milked him dry, trying to swallow as much of him as you could before it slipped out of your mouth.
Once finished, you tucked him back in his pants as he moved back on his chair staring down at you as you looked up at him through your lashes, bitting your lip.
“That is going to get you in so much trouble” he whispered, his thumb softly caressing your lip as a promise for more could be heard in his voice.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
Chapter 3
Summary: As you taunt the devil another criminal may be ready to strike.
Gif credits go to the owner, I found this one on google.
Author’s note: let me know what you all think, if you have any suggestions, I hope you like it!
Once again, you were all brainstorming ideas about the man in yellow, nothing concrete, but the team had been stuck for a few days without making any progress.
“I just don’t believe that he doesn’t go somewhere after,” Barry commented.
You were sitting on Cisco’s desk and as you saw Wells roll into the cortex you decided to chip on your own ideas. Even tho he had specifically told you not to.
“You know I bet he has a day job too,” you said while noticing from the corner of your eye how Dr. Wells moved his head to look at you and rub two fingers over his lips, how he tended to do when he was thinking, probably how to get rid of you without attracting heat to himself.
“He seems smart, I bet he is some kind of doctor,” you spurred on. “I mean his suit seems pretty legit so he probably is very smart.” Now you were sassing him up. Oh boy were you sassing him up. You knew this risky comment had the potential to blow up on your face, but honestly it was a risk you were willing to take just by the look of Wells’ eyes.
“Very interesting idea y/n.” Wells said looking at you with that fake smile he gave people. God how you wanted to whip it off his face.
“Actually Dr. Wells I was wondering if I could talk to you about something” you asked him as you hopped off the desk.
He only nodded and signaled you to follow him. This plan could very much make you or break you. You were hoping for the first one.
“Those two seem to be talking a lot lately” Cisco commented once you were out of earshot.
Once in Wells’ office you reclined yourself against his desk and looked at him.
“So I have been thinking about your proposition.” You began to speak.
“My proposition? I don’t believe I have proposed anything to you” he said, the look on his face was unbelievable, you had some nerve to be sassing him up so much, and the worst part was that he couldn’t kill you or get rid of you just yet without making it obvious and drawing attention to himself.
“Yes, your proposition about me not speaking and you not killing me” you continued.
“I have thought about it, and I’m willing to accept with one condition.”
He couldn’t believe you. He just couldn’t believe that you were either stupid enough or brave enough to face him.
“I don’t believe I gave you a choice or that you have one, what part of dying was not clear to you?” He added.
“Trust me it was very clear to me since you literally stuck a hand in me, but killing aside, I will keep your secret on a condition, so please at least humor me, we both know you can’t kill me, for what reason is unclear to me but if you really wanted me dead I would be by now.”
You would be the fault in his plan if he didn’t do something about you fast. You were too smart and too fearless of him to be scare that easy. Or too stupid as he had previously thought.
“What is that condition?” He would humor you, play your game and let you think you had the upper hand until he could get rid of you.
“I will play along with you and keep your secret safe, going as far as making sure no one else suspects of you, only if you promise me that once this is all over, and you get whatever it is you are trying to achieve that you will leave a confession freeing Barry’s father of the murder of Nora.”
Now that wasn’t that hard, he would be gone, it wouldn’t affect him in any way, and if that’s what it took to keep you quite then he would oblige.
“Fine, I give you my word.” He said.
“And you won’t hurt Barry badly, or anyone else in the team” you added, feeling a wave of bravery.
“Don’t push your luck little one or you will find out what happens when you taunt me.” he said through gritted teeth, he was a very patient man, but you had a way of pushing his buttons like no one that he had encountered in a long time.
After your little conversation with Wells you felt more confident than ever, you had managed to at least get something out of it and the enjoyment of messing with him, it made you feel powerful.
“Well someone is in a good mood” Cisco said as you entered the cortex smiling and more relaxed than they had seen you in a long time.
“What happened back there?” Cisco insinuated as he looked at you suspiciously.
“Gross Cisco! Gross!” You screamed at him with a fake look of disgust.
“I’m just saying!” He added raising his hands in the air in an apologetic manner.
“Alright you guys,” you called everyone’s attention.
“I’m going to get some coffee, anyone wants anything?”Everyone made their orders and you left to Jitters.
It was getting dark by the time you were getting out of Jitters, walking to your car with your hands full, you struggled to get the key out of your pocket, and as you placed the coffees on the roof of your car and looked at your window to open the car you screamed in fear as a hand covered your mouth with some kind of clothe and the other one grabbed your neck beginning to drag you away.
Back at Star labs, the team had began to wonder what was taking you so long. It was normal to take some time since Jitters wasn’t exactly a street away, but you had been gone for almost two hours.
Just as Barry was about to tell Cisco to try and call you for the twentieth time, a message was being broadcasted on the tv.
“Cisco!”Caitlin urged him as she pointed to the monitor. “Put the volume up!”
“Flash!” The knowing voice of Captain Cold came through the speakers. “I have a friend of yours. If you don’t come and surrender yourself, she will die.” He added in his typical singsong way of speaking.
“Flash don’t come for me!” You could be heard screaming in the background, the focus changed to you as the image showed another man putting a gag in your mouth while you were tied to a chair.
“We need to do something fast” Barry said as he raised his hands to his hair in desperation. In that moment doctor Wells who had seen the whole ordeal from the entrance to the cortex spoke.
“We need to be careful Mister Allen, we don’t know where they are keeping her or if Captain Cold still have the cold gun.”
“Dr. Wells is right, we need to be careful, acting on impulse may not be the best call right now.” Caitlin added.
“I know but we can’t just stay and do nothing! He has y/n” he desperately added.
“I’m aware but I do caution restrain.” He added.
They planned a strategy, as Barry made it to the meeting point, Cisco and Joe would go to see the location where they suspected you were being kept.
As Barry struggled to defeat Cold and Heat Wave.
Dr. Wells and Caitlin stayed behind guiding them through the operation. When Barry finally manage to neutralize Cold and Rory a bigger problem arose.
“Guys!” Came Cisco desperate voice through the comms. “She isn’t here, this was a decoy” he added.
Barry looked down on Cold, and as he grabbed him by his shirt collar he shook him.
“Where is she!?” Desperation could be heard in his voice.
“Flash, you really thought it would be that easy to find her? I hope you said your goodbyes earlier since in a matter of around two minutes your little friend will blow into the air.”
Dread came over Barry as he realized that no matter how fast he managed to search the city it wasn’t enough time to find you.
“I will give you a hint, why don’t you start in the East side?” Cold added as he smiled sarcastically at Barry.
Back the labs Wells excused himself from Caitlin and went to his time vault. He needed to find you fast. It was true that this was the perfect chance to finally get rid of you, but he just couldn’t bring himself to let you die by the hands of Cold.
You were seated in some kind of abandoned warehouse. In what part of town you had no idea, but you were painfully aware of the ticking bomb at the bottom of your chair. And as you heard the ticking get faster you were sure that was it, this is how you were going to die. If Barry hadn’t found you yet, you doubted he would on time.
As the seconds came to cero time seemed to stop all together, and in flash of red you were whisked away as the bomb went off and the explosion resonated all around you.
Your eyes watered as your mouth opened to let a sigh of relief come out. You squeezed Barry’s neck and placed your forehead on his shoulder as you breathed him in only for a second later to recognize this particular smell. This wasn’t Barry. As you opened your eyes you were met with a yellow suit and a pair of red glowing eyes. Still in his arms you hugged him again, adrenaline controlling your actions.
“I have never been happier to see you” you said, he only nodded and put you down on the floor.
As he speeded away you saw Barry coming to you fast. Relief could be read all over him the moment his eyes landed on you.
“She is safe” is all he said through the comms to the team.
“How, how did you managed to escape?” He questioned you once you were all back at Star labs as Caitlin checked you over.
“ I am not sure, I managed to free myself from the ropes but the bomb may have glitched as I had enough time to run as far as I could” you explained, trying to sound convincing.
“I mean but you don’t even have a scratch on you” Barry kept questioning you.
“I think I just had a lucky star tonight.” You said as you looked over at Harrison, who had just entered the med bay area.
“I think we should let Miss y/n rest for tonight Mister Allen.” Dr. Wells added.
“Yeah, I am just glad you are okay.”Barry added as they all walked out to let you rest for the night.
Wells was the last to leave and as he was about to roll out the door you stopped him. You had so many questions to ask him. He could have easily let you die and get rid of you without being suspicious, but he hadn’t.
“Why did you save me?” You asked when you were sure no one was close by. He only smiled at you and turned around, leaving as you sat there with now more questions about the man than ever before.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader.
Chapter-6
Summary: Consequences weight on you after what happened, maybe you had bitten more than what you could chew.
Warning: Smut. Don’t read if under 18 please.
Author’s note: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter, I like it but I don’t at the same time. Let me know your thoughts please, I hope you enjoy it.
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It was well after midnight when you woke up, in a strange bed and cold. The blankets had moved and you were naked in the bed. Taking a moment to remember where you were you looked to the side. There he was, asleep, facing you while he laid in his stomach, one arm next to his face.
You looked at him, analyzing his features. He was truly a sight to behold. You didn’t think you had ever see him this peaceful. Looking around the room for the first time you notice how clean and organized it was. It matched the rest of the house perfectly. There was some light coming in through the crack on the door. You noticed there was not even one picture anywhere in the room. Not even a photo of his late wife. You expected to see at least one. For what you had heard he loved her very much.
Thinking back on the previous events of the night you wondered what would happen now. You wish you could feel some remorse, or guilt or anything, but you didn’t really regret it. Maybe it was still the adrenaline of the moment or the feeling of safety this bed brought you, maybe you would feel different in the morning.
Tossing and turning in the bed you couldn’t fall back asleep, you wondered if maybe you should leave, it was the middle of the night but maybe you could still make it home, or should you just stay? Deciding on the latest you turned on your side and closed your eyes trying to fall back asleep.
You woke up hours later to lips being pressed to your shoulders, raising your eyebrows and groaning into the pillow you moved your hands back feeling hair and what you assumed was his neck. His lips moved over your back, planting kisses as they went over to your other shoulder. You turned on your side to face him, opening one eye and looking up at him. He looked at you, his bright eyes burning into yours.
“What are you doing?” You questioned him opening both eyes now and touching his face. He only moved his face down to kiss your neck and press himself closer to you. You had never imagine that he could be so quite and calm in the morning. You assumed he would have send you off by now bantering about how you both needed to be at the lab on time.
He moved completely over you, moving the blankets out of the way to place himself in between your legs. Your hand went to his hair, running it through it. His kisses trailed down your breast making you hum in satisfaction.
His hand found your thigh running it down until he found the back of your knee, grabbing it and breaking the kiss to move himself down enough to hook your leg over his shoulder.
Without breaking eye contact he entered you while your eyes fluttered close and the air escaped your lungs. He was a feeling you may never get use to. He filled you up so deliciously, almost painful. This new angle allowed him to burry himself to the hilt, hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, smelling the leftover cologne on his skin. Biting down on him, your nails scratching his back hard enough to draw blood while he rammed into you. Maybe you wanted to cause him pain in some level to make yourself feel better about the whole situation. The feeling of your nails digging into his skin only spurred him on.
His hand moved to grab your hair pulling your head back to look into your eyes while he fucked the soul out of you. He wanted to see how much you were enjoying this. How much you wanted him.
His hand ran down your body, passing over your breast as he squeezed the soft skin, you wanted to feel more of him, all of him.
“Deeper” you moaned, he growled in return and grabbed your other knee and hooked it over his other shoulder, allowing him to go even deeper.
“Do the thing”
“What thing” he growled at you.
“Vibrate all of you please” you begged him.
He rolled his head back at the same time all of him started to vibrate all over you. The sensation of his cock vibrating inside of you and his pelvis against your clit every time they touched was sending you closer and closer.
Grabbing onto the bedsheets and arching your back you started to come around him, you could feel the delicious pressure of your walls tightening around his cock while he speeded up his thrust, hitting the deepest part of you making you feel like you would pass out from the pleasure.
The hand holding your hair quickly moved to the headboard of the bed, gripping it hard, that had been for the best he would have probably ripped some of your hairs if he had kept it in your head as he slammed his hips into yours, he was ready to burst, you were making him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time. He didn’t want this feeling to end but he couldn’t take it much longer after you moaned his name with half lidded eyes. His thrust started to get sloppy as he closed his eyes, feeling himself starting to come inside of you.
Once he was spent and coming out of his high, he moved to the side and laid back down on the bed closing his eyes. He got up and went to the bathroom leaving you in the bed for a moment, only to find you gone when he came back with a towel in hand.
Once in your apartment, you ran straight to the bathroom, turning on the water and getting rid of your clothes. While the water ran down your back you kept thinking how this was not going to end good for you. Getting involved with him was going to end you. How would you face everyone? How would you face Barry? How would you face him after having slept with the man he hated the most. The man who killed his mother and had tortured the team for weeks? The worst part was that it probably was the best fuck you would ever have.
After getting cleaned up and in fresh change of clothes you made your way to Star labs. You felt like a black hole had appeared in your stomach. Your knees felt weak as you entered the cortex.
“Good morning sleepy head” said Barry, you were later than what you would normally be.
“Hey y/n you okay?” Cisco asked as he looked at you, it seemed as if all color had abandoned your face.
“Yeah, yeah I’m… I’m fine.” You replied trying by all means to avoid Wells’ eyes.
“Rough night?” Wells asked you and you almost chocked on your own saliva.
Coughing before you could reply you shook your head.
“No, no I just had trouble falling asleep.” The nerve this man had to tease you like that.
You made your way over to the desk farthest away from where he was sitting, not really knowing what would happen now or how your relationship with the man would change after this.
When lunch time came around and everyone left to grab something to eat you found yourself alone in the lab with Wells. You were trying to stay away from him, never in the same room as him for more than a second.
He caught up to what you were doing and before you could get out of the work station you were currently working in he rolled himself in, blocking the door from you.
“Y/n” he called you while he removed his glasses, running his eyes. You hummed in acknowledgment letting him know you were listening.
“This morning you were begging me for more but now you can’t seem to look me in the eye” he said, there was something in his voice but you couldn’t put your finger on what the emotion behind it was.
He would never admit it but he was kind of disappointed that you had left so fast without saying anything.
“I’m just focus on my work.” You said still avoiding him.
“Everyone will realize something is going on if you keep avoiding me like the plague”
“Alright” you turned around looking at him.
“What do you want? You have my undivided attention” you said while crossing your arms over your chest.
“Are you this mad because it f what happened yesterday? I don’t think I am that bad to leave you fuming like this.” He said while interlocking his hands in front of him, his face completely serious.
“I’m not mad at what happened yesterday.” You replied.
“I just think it shouldn’t have happened.” You said while looking down at the floor.
“It will only complicate things, I already told you I would keep your secret, and I think that should be the end of it.” You continued.
You didn’t want to look at him, you didn’t want to show him how much it hurt you to say this.
“Very well” was all he said as he rolled himself out of the office. You sighed once he was out and reclined against the desk, truly hoping that things wouldn’t get more complicated than they already were. Oh boy were you wrong about that.
The following couple of days he was all you could think about, it was driving you insane, you couldn’t get him out of your head, every time you laid in bed you would think of him, you would close your eyes and remember what he had looked like sleeping so peacefully next to you.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t wish he would come and seek you out. But you knew he wouldn’t, you were probably the last thing on his mind right now.
When you passed by the window in your living room you would always look out, hoping to see him in some roof looking at you, but he was nowhere to be seem.
Instead of letting go of those feelings you had, you were only holding onto them even more.
Would it be that bad? Would it be that bad to be with him one more time? You had already sinned, may as well make it count, you thought to yourself.
Grabbing your phone you pulled out his contact number, and writing a text message saying you needed to see him you debated whether to send it or not, it was late at night he surely was at his house by now, or creating chaos somewhere.
Send it or not send it. That was the question. If you sent it and he came you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold off, but if you sent it and he didn’t come the rejection was probably going to make you feel ten times worse.
Before you could think about this anymore and drive yourself mad you pressed the send button and hoped for the best as you saw the notification confirming that he had read it.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader.
Chapter 4
Summary: Dreaming about a certain speedster will leave you on edge, complications were coming your way if you didn’t control yourself soon enough.
Warning: Explicit scenes, please don’t read if you are under 18.
Author’s note: Let me know what you think so far! Suggestions are always welcome. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know in the comments if you want to be tagged in the story. Big thank you to @twilightlover2007 for giving me suggestions and ideas for this chapter!!
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That night you didn’t sleep, or at least your brain didn’t sleep. As your body rested after such an intense day, your mind took you to a land of dreams. Where you dreamt of him.
You dreamt of him at night, crawling through your window, cradle in yellow, big, powerful and hard. He was a sigh to behold.
You dreamt of him walking over to you, grabbing your leg and pulling you to him and in a second he was over you. Looking at you with those red glowing eyes that lighted your soul on fire. Burning you from the inside out.
He grabbed your face, softly but showing the dominance a man like him possessed. He tangled a hand in your hair and kissed you hard, licking your mouth open and praying inside as if it was a home he was always welcome to.
You ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the nape and he growled in your mouth, bitting at your bottom lip and pulling it until you moaned for him to stop. He moved the hand on your face to your thigh, running it up, feeling your skin as he murmured how soft you were. How much he needed you. Your eyes snapped open as you felt him vibrate on top of you, hitting all the right spots to make you yearn for him, to make you feel all of him.
All the lighting in the world came to give his eyes life, and when he looked down at you right into your soul, you felt yourself breath out and moan his name trying to move closer to him, to bury him so deep into your skin you wouldn’t know where you ended and he began.
“Harrison,” you murmured over his lips, touching his face softly.
“Y/n” he growled.
“Harrison”
“Y/n” he shook you by your shoulders.
“Y/n” he shook you again. Why was such a bright light being pointed at your eyes?
“Y/n!” You woke up with a start to Caitlin’s face hovering over yours. Concern on her features.
“You were dreaming” she told you as you took a deep breath. Remembering exactly what that dream had been.
“Did… did I say something on my sleep?” You nervously asked her, hands shaking as you ran them through your forehead.
“No, but you were turning and tossing around, I couldn’t get you to react.” She responded.
“I think I was having a nightmare I can’t remember.” Liar, liar, liar, liar. Of course you remembered it.
“I would like to go home and shower and get a fresh pair of clothes. I will come back in a little.” You added.
“Okay. I will let the rest of the team know you are feeling better.” Caitlin said as she moved to the side to let you move through.
Once in your apartment a cold shower was exactly what you needed. As the water ran down your body you recalled your dream. Every moment of it burned into your memory.
You were losing your mind. That was the only explanation. You had lost your mind. Why would you dream that? If you had dreamed of him as he was before you found out his identity that would be understandable because you had developed more than a crush for the man. But to dream of him in his full glory was something else. And you wished you could dream it again.
God he was corrupting you.
In a fresh pair of clothing you made it back to Star labs. Caitlin and Iris were in the cortex while the rest were no where to be seen. Wells was probably in his hole in the wall.
“Y/n, how are you feeling?” Iris questioned you, concern in her voice.
“I’m feeling fine, I feel fine really, it was more a scare than anything.”
“Yes indeed, Miss y/n gave us quite a fright” You almost jumped up in your sit at hearing his voice, you hadn’t heard him roll in and when you looked at him to reply and keep up the appearances , the moment your eyes met, you felt your face turn red, blushing as he only started at you, almost telling you with his eyes that he knew your little dirty secret. But he didn’t. There was no way he could.
Iris and Caitlin noticed right away of course. The way you tensed up and blushed. Evading his gaze and nodding shyly. You had never been the shy kind around the team.
Exchanging glances in between them with a knowing smirk that said we will talk later, Iris excused herself and left with the excuse of being late for work. Caitlin caught on to her hints and excused herself too.
Wells was not a fool. He knew something was up.
“A word please?” He asked you as he motioned with his fingers for you to get closer and follow him to his office.
Once inside he turned to you.
“What was that about?” He said as his eyes bore into yours.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You said as you looked to the floor avoiding him.
“I will ask you once again, and I want an answer better than I don’t know what you are talking about. ” he said as he got up from the chair and closed the distance between you two.
“I promise you is nothing.” You tried to convince him in vain.
In a second his eyes ignited red and his face came close to yours, so close you could feel his breathing over your lips.
“I am hoping for your own good that you haven’t spoken about our agreement.” Oh God flashbacks from your dream played behind your eyes. He was so far off track and he didn’t even know it. He was adding fuel to the fire.
When you didn’t reply he grabbed your face to make you look up.
“Don’t think that because I can’t kill you doesn’t mean I won’t make you wish I had.” He threatened you.
“I swear is nothing, is a stupid thing between Iris, Caitlin and me that doesn’t involve you.”
“Can…” you had to stop and clear your throat, moving your eyes to the floor again.
“Can you please move so I can leave?” You asked him avoiding his gaze.
Lowering his hand and walking to his chair he moved to the side to let you go free.
Letting a sigh of relief and with speed impressive even for a speeder, you left the room.
Something was different. You were suddenly so shy around him. You had never showed shyness or fear around him. Rubbing two fingers over his lips in thought he made his way out to the cortex too.
Once he made it over, he could see from the corner of his eyes at Caitlin gushing over you and trying to discreetly look at him.
“What happened out there?” She asked with a gentle smile.
“What? What do you mean what happened? Nothing happened.” You replied defensively.
“Mmm, okay if you say so.” She replied knowing better than to push the issue right away.
“By the way, Iris and I were saying that it would do us some good to go out and have a few drinks, us girls only. What do you say?” She continued.
A distraction would be nice, but a distraction involving alcohol was a risky risky move. You had two very important secrets you couldn’t let out and alcohol was known to make you a babble mouth.
“I am not drinking too much lately but I’ll go with you both. It would be fun to get out and change the view for once.” You told her not completely sure of yourself.
“Great! We will go after work. We can carpool if you want.” Caitlin offered she was not a heavy drinker she was fine with driving.
“Sounds perfect, thank you very much.” You told her as you touched her arm in appreciation.
Being honest with yourself you were actually getting excited about going out, it had been a while and who knew, the night could bring a lot of surprises.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader.
Chapter-5
Warnings: smut, please don’t read if you are under 18.
Author’s note: I hope you all like and enjoy this. It was honestly probably the hardest chapter to write and I’m still a little insecure about it. I didn’t want to break Eo’s character. Let me know what you think.
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It was almost eight when Caitlin picked you up at your house to go out. It would be a relaxing night out with the girls. The plan was to go to a bar and have a few drinks and catch up about life outside of work.
Once you both made it to the bar and Iris arrived you all settle in a table and decided to order some drinks. Even though you had decided not to over indulge you felt like you needed to relax after such a hectic week.
After the first round of shots you started to loosen up. Iris was telling you all about how amazing Eddie was. He was a very cute guy you had to admit, but not really your type. You preferred brunettes.
“So” Iris began as she and Caitlin redirected their eyes to you.
“So?” You continued waiting for them to speak.
“Don’t play dumb! What was that with Dr. Wells this morning?” Iris finally said.
“I promise you both it was nothing.” You said trying to defuse the situation.
“Come on, we see the way you looked at him.” Iris kept pushing.
“And I have seen the way he stares at you from time to time.” Caitlin commented. Yes he would look at you but for an entirely different reason, only to make sure you didn’t slip up.
“I just… I don’t know.” You said honestly looking away.
“Hey, is okay to like Dr. Wells, I don’t think the age difference is a big factor.” Caitlin tried to cheer you up. You honestly wished you could tell them the truth. Which was that you did liked him. More than liked him. Far more than just physical attraction. You used to admire him, look up to him. You wanted to be by his side, reassuring him that he was a good person when the particle accelerator had exploded and almost everyone had turned their backs to him.
You wanted to make him feel good again, to make him smile. The truth was that you had feelings for him, even if it was a painful truth to admit to yourself.
“I just don’t think now is the right moment to pursue a relationship with him.” You said honestly. “Plus I don’t even know if he likes me back.” You concluded trying to get their minds off of it.
“But you will never know if it could have been something, maybe he does.” Caitlin said. It didn’t look like they were letting this go.
“You guys is just, he has been alone for so long, I honestly don’t even think he has ever had a relationship again after his wife died.” You commented.
That made you think, had he ever had a relationship with anyone after? Was he seeing anyone? Not that you cared but just out of curiosity.
“That is true, I have never seeing him with anyone or heard him mention anyone since I started working for him.” Caitlin added.
“Exactly, maybe he is not interested, I’m sure there had been plenty of women interested in him.” You said as you rolled your eyes. Gaining a knowing smirk from Iris.
“You know why don’t we change the subject, speaking about an unreciprocated love is making me feel down.” You said as you made your way to the bar to order the next round.
One too many shots later you found yourself getting into your apartment. Deciding to change and get ready for bed you made your way to the bathroom, but while passing by the window you looked outside, trying to see if by any miracle he would be somewhere looking at you. It was very silly actually, you should not be caring or having these thoughts. But you honestly couldn’t help it.
After getting ready for bed and laying down you stared up at your ceiling lost in thought. You did like him a lot, it was just so hard and so wrong. Looking for your phone and looking up a picture of him from the internet you looked at every detail of his face. His nose, his hair, his lips, his eyes, those were your favorite. Your drunken mind wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. Would he be sweet and loving or rough and passionate?
Maybe you were taking this too far, maybe you needed to let him go, in your heart. Having these feelings for him and having to put up with him and what he was was just too much, it wasn’t going to end good for you.
With that thought in mind you fell asleep, maybe tomorrow your mind would be clearer.
When morning arrived and you made it over to Star labs you had a raging headache. You really hoped it was a quiet day. After entering the cortex and noticing Cisco there alone you asked him about everyone else. Apparently Barry was at CCPD, Caitlin was with Dr. Wells, he had been invited to speak at a conference and you were honestly happy for a calm day without the tension of his eyes on you following your every move.
The day remained calm, nothing really happened, no meta attacks, no crazy crime. It was just a normal relaxing day were you and Cisco decided to do inventory of the multiple discarded tech that was laying around. Making sure nothing was missing. Last thing any of you wanted was another Captain Cold incident.
Once the afternoon came and you decided to make your way home, as you made it almost to your car your phone started to ring. And of course it was Wells.
“Hello” you picked it up.
“Y/n, are you still at Star labs?” He asked.
“I’m actually about to get into my car. Why?” You asked him. Suspicion growing in your mind.
“Would you mind bringing me some papers to my house I forgot on my desk this morning?” And there it was. It was honestly probably the last thing you wanted to do right now, you still had a light headache and were looking forward to go straight home and relax.
“Can’t you come and get them?” You asked rolling your eyes. He could come, get them and be back in his house in the blink of an eye but no, he wanted you to do it for him.
Had this been before you wouldn’t have even thought about it twice before rushing over and helping him, being mindful of his condition.
“You will make me do all of that in my condition?” He questioned you.
“Ha ha! Good one Harrison, good one.” You said with annoyance.
“I’ll go and get them to you.” I’ll be there soon.” You finished the call, arguing with him about it wouldn’t get you anywhere.
Once you made it to his house with the papers in hand you knocked on his door, he had good taste, his house was very modern and styled to perfection from what you had been able to see from the outside. As he opened the door in his chair and invited you in you gave him the folder. You had never been inside the house, at least not further than the entrance.
“You know you could have done that trip in a second but instead you decided to make me do it for you.” You told him with mild annoyance. He turned around in the chair to look at you as you walked into the house.
“You never minded doing them for me before.” He responded.
“Well yes that was before. Lots of things I didn’t mind before.” You told him as you looked to the side taking in every detail of the house. He only stared at you, trying to decipher the meaning hidden behind you words.
Once you both made it to the living area he got up and walked over to the bar cart serving himself a drink, signaling at you with his glass offering you one.
“No thank you. Do you need anything else?” You asked harshly.
“Someone is in a bad mood.” He commented, that was the last thing you needed, for him to be playing games as if he wasn’t the reason of half of your problems.
“You are my bad mood.” You said before you could hold your tongue. He only raised his eyebrows at you.
Sighing you looked at him. “Actually a drink would be nice.” You said as you ran a hand through your hair.
He handed you over a glass as you drank a big gulp out of it.
“Why are you staring at me?” You questioned him. As he looked at you while leaning against a nearby table.
“I am just wondering what has you so stress out.” He said as if he wasn’t adding to that stress himself.
“You are kidding right?” You said as if it was supposed to be the most obvious thing in the world.
“I don’t believe I am y/n.” He said, his face serious but relax. You scoffed.
“I despise you.” You said while taking a sip of your drink.
“Now that’s not true.” He counteracted you.
“Actually you know what? I wish I did. I wish I actually despised you.” You said, getting fed up with his games.
“I wish I despised you, I wish I did, before all of this I actually admired you.” You continued, maybe this was what you needed to actually confront him and get it over with, maybe that way your mind would finally forget about him, even if your heart didn’t want to.
“I used to look up to you, want to help you and support you when everyone turned their backs at you. I wanted to make you feel better and make you see that it wasn’t your fault. That it was an accident what happened. I wanted to be with you. I liked you so much. I used to feel happy when I came into the lab because you would be there. And what I honestly wish for the most is that I had never found out, that you had never told me.” You finished while simultaneously finishing your drink. You turned around and left the glass in a nearby table, before giving him a chance to reply you told him before walking away.
“Thank you for the drink.”
As you made it to the door you felt a gush of wind behind you as he gently grabbed your arm to turn you around.
“I wish you hadn’t found out either.” He said, he was so close to you you could smell his cologne, so masculine. It matched him perfectly.
Trying to yank your arm out of his grasp you looked away, feeling emotional and vulnerable, you could feel the light pressure behind your eyes of tears wanting to form. He noticed it right away, letting go of your arm to grab your chin gently lifting your head to make you look at him. You avoided his eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he affected you.
“Look at me.” It wasn’t a question, and the dominant tone of his voice make you look up at him stubbornly.
“I despise you.” You told him once again.
His face softened as he lifted a hand to rub your cheek gently, “We both know that’s not true.” He whispered so softly that if there had been any other noise in the house you would have missed it.
You wanted him to kiss you so much.
“It’s not a good idea.” He said as if he had read your mind.
“Then let me go, let me go and forget we ever had this conversation in the first place.” You said as you closed your eyes and tried to collect your thoughts.
He moved closer to you, breathing you in. You raised your hand and placed it on his chest, not making enough pressure to actually push him away.
Lowering his mouth he softly connected your lips to his. You didn’t pull away, enjoying the feeling you had only dreamt about.
He broke the kiss only to kiss you again, this time more intensely, grabbing the nape of your neck and burying his hand in your hair.
He bit down on your lower lip, making you moan into him as he pried your mouth open, finding your tongue and caressing it with his own, tasting the alcohol in your mouth. His kiss became rougher, as his hand found your waist and squeezed it hard, trying to feel your skin through your clothes. His mouth broke away from yours to travel down your jaw as you moved your hands to his hair, pulling and running them through it.
“Tell me to stop.” He whispered against your skin.
“Tell me stop before it’s too late to go back.” You knew what he meant. He was asking you to stop before you could betray everyone you cared about any further in a way that would never be reversed.
But you didn’t want him to. You didn’t care in this moment about the consequences of tomorrow.
You grabbed his face and kissed him giving him your answer.
Running his hand down your lower back he sped you away to a room, his bedroom you assumed, and he slowly moved you to the edge of the bed, kissing you and moving his hand down to your butt cheek and squeezing it as you groaned into his mouth.
Moving your hands to the bottom of his sweater, digging them inside to feel his skin, warm and soft, feeling his muscles under the skin. He started to unbutton your shirt. Button by button as his mouth traveled down your neck, kissing and sucking at the skin making your head drop back and your eyes roll back into your head.
Taking off your blouse his hands roamed through your back looking for the clip to get rid of your bra. Once he found it he got rid of it and roamed free the skin of your back, kissing you lower and pushing you back until you fell back into the mattress. He moved down kissing the valley between your breasts while kneading the soft skin and kissing the softness of them hard enough to leave a mark.
His hands reached down to remove your pants and underwear together, leaving you naked to him. Placing himself in between your legs he took of his own sweater and unbuckled his pants, moving down to kiss you.
Your hands moved over his back, feeling his skin before moving to his hair to pull him back to look at you, the hunger in his eyes made you feel the slick growing between your legs.
Kissing him hard you moved your hand down his stomach to touch him. Moving it inside his pants to grasp at his hardening cock. He groaned breaking the kiss to bury his head in your shoulder.
“Take them off.” You breathed out. Desperate to feel more of him.
In a flicker of lighting he was on top of you again, naked while kissing you again, trying to devour you and memorize the feeling of your lips on his.
Running his hand down your body his fingers quickly found what they were looking for, rubbing against your entrance covering themselves in your slick as he groaned at the feeling of your wetness. His thumb moved over your clit vibrating against it.
The feeling was electrifying. It was far better than anything you could have dream off. The vibration he caused made your back arch against him while breaking the kiss and moaning hard into the air.
While his thumb vibrated against you his fingers moved over your entrance again, he pushed one in, working it around you, feeling you and preparing you before adding another to stretch you out for him.
He kissed your neck and sucked on it, leaving a mark and biting on it while you pulled at his hair in pleasure. You were getting close, he knew it, he could feel it in the way you tighten around him, he moved his finger to add more pressure to your clit, making you gasp and close your eyes as the wave you had being building washed over you. Moaning hard while your body tensed he helped you ride it out.
Kissing you once again your hands found his shoulders as you pushed him back to straddle him, sitting on top of him as you lowered your head to kiss him, his hands instantly found your butt as he squeezed you while you grinded your hips against his, feeling the wetness of your orgasm rub against his cock, making his eyes half lidded and his mouth part open in pleasure.
Circling your hands around his shoulders and neck you moved up enough to grab him and move the tip of his cock to your entrance. Feeling the delicious pressure of his cock against you. Your head fell back with a moan as he squeezed your hips hard enough to leave the skin red and bruised when you started to sink down onto him slowly as his face broke down at the sensation, his mouth opening and his eyes closing as you could feel the air leaving him at the feeling of you sinking down on him.
Time felt like it had slowed down completely while you sank all the way down, feeling him stretching you open, sliding in so deliciously slow you could die satisfied just by the feeling of him entering you for the first time over and over again.
Once you were fully seated on him, he grabbed your hair with one hand and moved your face down to kiss him while his other hand moved your hips up. Trusting down slowly you started to move on top of him, raising yourself and sinking onto him again, moaning into his mouth while he guided your movements. Building up a pace you started to pant while feeling yourself ready to come again. His hand left your hair to squeeze your breast as he kissed your chest and the softness of it, bitting it and licking as you rode him.
Your pace speeded up and while the angle didn’t allow him to touch your clit with his thumb it didn’t stop him from vibrating all of him under you, giving you the vibrations in the best way possible, every time your hips met you could feel yourself loosing a bigger part of you every time. You were so close, he knew it, he wanted to feel you squeeze him hard and see you come undone on top of him. Riding him, moaning for him.
“Harrison.” You breathed his name as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.
“Harrison,” you moaned his name once more and he knew instantly what you needed, in the blink of an eye he switched you over placing himself in between your legs and moving your thigh over his hips, allowing them to connect again while he entered you in one hard trust, vibrating all over you, bringing you closer to the edge as his pace speeded up and he growled like an animal at the feeling of you. Your eyes closed and your mouth moaned out his name once again as your walls squeezed him, trapping him and never wanting to let him go.
Coming all over him while his pace faltered at the feeling of you coming over his cock. He grabbed both your hands in his own and interlocked your fingers with his, moving them over you head as he brought your bodies together impossibly close while kissing you, groaning into the kiss and feeling himself getting closer. He sped up his pace once again and buried his face in your neck, bitting down on your skin to muffle the moan escaping him as he came deep inside of you.
You both laid there. Unable to move or utter a word. There was nothing you could say. And he didn’t know if he wanted to hear whatever it was you could say, afraid it would break this moment. Your hand moved over his back to his hair as you ran it through it. His face settled in your neck, breathing you and enjoying this moment, both of you silent as you looked up at the ceiling, not wanting to say anything. Only wanting to enjoy the feeling of him still buried into you and his hands interlocked with yours. Everything else could wait until tomorrow. Consequences could wait until tomorrow.
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“Nightcall” Harrison Eo Wells x reader
chapter-2
Summary: After getting a visit from the man in yellow you turn to Dr.Wells for help.
Gif credits to the owner, I found this one on google.
It was late in the afternoon when you made your way over to your apartment, it had been a pretty uneventful day. Only one meta attack and no sign of the man in yellow. It had been almost a full week without him making an appearance.
After getting home and taking very well deserve bath, you changed into an oversized comfortable shirt and decided to order some takeout food and get yourself a glass of wine while you waited for the food to arrive.
That’s when it happened. Suddenly as you sat down on your couch you noticed how the wine in your glass started to float up into the air, and a second later you were whisked away before you could so much as to draw a breath by a fury of red lightning.
The moment your feet touched the floor and the cold air hit your bare legs, you realized you were standing on the roof of a building, in the exact edge of the roof. One step back and you would fall most certainly to your death.
In front of you stood the yellow speedster in all his glory, his face distorted and his eyes bright red. You looked back over your shoulder to see how high up you were and the vertigo that came over you made you focus on him again.
He was only a few steps in front of you, but you knew better than to try and move , he could throw you in the blink of an eye over the edge.
“You work with team Flash,” his distorted voice reached you.
“And I see you have been doing some digging into the wrong path” he added, how did he know that you had been helping Joe and Cisco with their investigation of Nora’s murder was beyond you. But if he felt the need to threaten you, that meant you were on the right path, right?
As you opened your mouth to say something, suddenly he was in front of you, so close you couldn’t focus on all of his face, or what you could see of it. He moved closer to you knowing you weren’t going to be able to move any further away without falling. He moved one more step forward, pushing you back and as a scream started to come out of your mouth, you felt his hand in your back, holding you in place, suspended almost mid air. He was letting you live, you would only fall if he allowed you to, if he removed his hand. In desperate fear you clung to his forearm for dear life, looking back over your shoulder one more time to the streets down below. He moved his face impossibly close to you, so much that you could almost feel his breath on your lips.
“Stop meddling into the past” he warned.
“And you better keep this little secret between us if you don’t want more visits like this one” he added.
In the blink of an eye you were back in your apartment, as if nothing had happened, even in the same spot you were before, and for a second you wondered if it had happened at all, but the sweat running down your back and damping your forehead were enough proof that indeed he had taken you.
The doorbell rang and you jumped in fear, hands trembling as you covered your mouth to conceal a gasp, running one hand through your hair and taking deep breath you tried to calm your nerves and open the door to receive your food, which went by uneaten as you had lost all your appetite.
That night you barely slept, and the few moments you managed to conceal sleep were quickly interrupted by your body still in a constant state of adrenaline.
As the next morning came by and you got to the lab you were extremely doubtful as if you should tell the team what had happened the previous night. It’s not that you didn’t take his thread to heart, but after thinking about it, there were some things that you just couldn’t let go and were maybe the key to beating him.
Maybe you could just confide this information to the one person you trusted more than anyone. With this thought in mind you decided that you would tell what happened to Dr.Wells only, maybe he would be able to help you figure your theory out.
As you entered the cortex and said your good mornings to everyone, you moved closer to Wells and asked him if he could give you a moment of his time.
“Dr. Wells, could I please speak a moment with you?” You tentatively asked.
“Of course” he nodded and wheeled himself over to his office, you following close behind.
As you entered his office and closed the door you moved in front of a white empty board.
“I need to confide you something,” you started. “I would like to keep this private between us as it is a sensitive matter and I wouldn’t want to put the rest of the team in danger” he nodded in understanding.
Taking a deep breath you proceeded.
“Last night,” you stopped trying to find the best way to voice what you were about to tell him.
“Last night the man in yellow visited me”, you spared the details, not thinking them necessary. “He threatened me, demanding that I stop looking into ways to stop him and to stop digging into the past, as you may know Joe was investigating the case of Barry’s mother.” Dr.Wells nodded, rubbing two fingers over his mouth.
“He warned me against telling anyone about our encounter but I needed to tell someone what I had uncover from his visit.” You told him.
“May I?” You signaled to the board, he nodded. You took a sharpie and started writing on the board as you spoke. Missing the look Wells was giving you, realizing that with you his threatening had been in vain but being thankful that you had come to him first.
“ I noticed that he blurs his face to the point where nothing is recognizable which I understand” you said as you started to write something on the board.
“But I noticed that he distorts his voice also, which I find unnecessary I doubt we would be able to find him like that, but that got me thinking,” you continued. Wells hands fisted against the armchairs.
“What if he is doing it because we could find him by his voice! What if he is going to such a great lengths because we would be able to know who he is without the whole distortion thing. Which would mean he is someone we know or someone we have encountered before. Someone who has had contact with one of us. Which is how he is always one step ahead. Knowing what we are up to!” You concluded.
You were facing away from Dr.Wells which is exactly how you failed to notice when he silently stood up from his chair, having realized how much he had underestimated you and your ideas and theories. You may as well be what ruined his plan, his work. He couldn’t afford to let you get any closer. He couldn’t afford to kill you without looking suspicious and knowing Joe had had his suspicions about him he couldn’t let anything happen that could lead back to him. He did the next best thing.
As you turned around dread washed all over you. There he was, Dr.Wells standing in front of you and in less than a blink of an eye, a vibrating hand shot straight down to your heart. Your eyes widened and you took in a desperate breath as your eyes started to fill with tears. It took you a second to realize you were still alive, he hadn’t stop phasing his hand yet.
“Clever girl” he whispered close to your face, his glasses now gone as you could see a shadow of red lighting wash over his eyes.
Your mouth opened and closed, before opening again as you murmured. “It’s you, isn’t it? That’s how he, you knew where to find me.” You took in a deep breath, trying to control the tears about to fall of your eyes at the betrayal you felt.
“Why?” You asked him, voice trembling.
“Why, why you ask.” He repeated, “is a story too long to tell” he said, voice low as his eyes bore into yours with such an intensity that made you shudder in fear, his hand still vibrating inside your chest.
You had forgotten how tall he was next to you, making him seem so intimidating.
“Then why pretend to be my friend? To care for us?” You continued.
“That was not part of my plan, but you were so persistent in being friendly, in getting to know the team, and sticking around after everyone left, you became impossible to avoid.” He said, smirking.
“I would suggest, if you want your pretty little heart to keep beating, to drop all this theories you have made. Don’t tell anyone about what had happened. I will know if you as to so much try to give anyone a hint. Don’t think I won’t be watching you.” He said as he removed his hand off your chest and with a flick of his wrist it stopped vibrating.
“I believe that is all we had to discuss.” He added as he moved to his chair and rolled himself out of his office, leaving you standing there, alone and still in shock at finding out the man you had harbored more than friendly feelings for was the same man you were trying to catch, and worst of all he had threatened you and literally shoved a hand in your heart, just to show you how easily he could get rid of you if he wanted to.
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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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Way Down We Go.
Harrison Eo Wells x reader.
Little drabble I was working on for this week.
Oh the angels tell me, we get what we deserve. And way down we go.
The candles burned in the dark, the flicker of fire illuminating the wine glasses around you. It was too late now, he knew, he knew even if he pretended to have no clue as to what the situation was. Your eyes adverting his, your hands neatly folded over your lap, nowhere near his, where they usually where, where they belonged. His eyes danced over the fire, his predatory gaze reimagining a demon about to take his next soul.
“Eobard, isn’t it…” His name escaped you, like a prayer half whispered to the gods, flying across the table. His eyebrow raised at the sentence, his back straightened, his demeanor changed, the blue of his eyes no longer resembled the warm ocean you knew but more the ice sea that would consume your soul. The game was over, no longer either of you playing, and in reality, you were too aware it had never been a game, not a fair one at least, he had always known your next move even before you had birthed the thought.
A hand reached for his face, long fingers curling around the glasses he always wore, removing them from his face before throwing them on the table like a mask being taken off, and you had to wonder how could you had been so blind as to not see it before. The air caught in your lungs, suddenly it seemed as if water had invaded them, leaving you drowning in pain.
“It was you all along” You breathed out, chocking on spit and unshed tears. He only nodded, not deeming the moment worthy of words. The silence around you felt suffocating until he decided to speak.
“I have been wondering all night, how long it would take for you to break,” He stopped, the tone of his voice could be mistaken for joy, his eyes scanning over your face in thought. “It seems you have lasted more than I expected love.” His lips finished, his eyes taking in the way the name took a death grip of your throat, choking any words down.
Trembling feet carried you to him, knees hitting the floor halfway before reaching him. You knelt down in front of the devil.
Even angels had the most devilish thoughts.
“I loved you,” you spat out hoarsely, tears running down your face. “And it repulses me.” You finished, the pain of saying those words visible in your lips.
Your eyes met his, only to be met by mock, the shadow of lightning dancing on them. His laughter filled the void, dark, cooling the temperature. Fear threatened to show behind your eyes as you lowered them. Feet touched the floor as long legs mounted a stance, ripping himself away from the chair. Teasingly, he stalked towards your bowing figure before halting, towering over you. His grin faltered, replaced with a look of disgusted delight.
“Then you must show me just how much you love me.”
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“A Show for Wells” Eobard Thawne x reader
Warning: smut, voyeurism.
Author’s note: I actually got really into this when I started writing it, the idea for the middle got spicy fast. I hope you enjoy it! @tacowells101
Gif credits to the owner.
Eobard had only joined the New Reich in an attempt to gain access to Earth 1, he didn’t care for their cause or their beliefs, he was only in for himself. That’s how he met you, you were one of the prisoners they kept around for the Führer to entertain himself with, but when Eobard saw you he couldn’t help himself, you were the doppelgänger of who he once had been obsessed with, back when he was Harrison Wells.
He had taken you from there and kept you at his side, taking care of you and you were so grateful for him saving your life you had stayed by his side through thick and thin. He had given you the freedom to build yourself up and even when he didn’t ask you to stay with him through his work with the New Reich, you still had stayed instead of escaping to a new life, because you loved him. He was cold, petty and calculating but it didn’t matter to you, he was still the light in your eyes.
Eobard didn’t care that you had stayed, or he told himself he didn’t but he was obsessed with you. Everything about you made him weak, pathetic, he needed you and he wanted you at his side forever, he didn’t want to lose you again after he had lost your doppelgänger; you made him feel bulletproof, when he looked into your eyes he didn’t see hate, disgust, betrayal, he saw love, compassion, lust. You were enthralled by everything he was, he commanded your every wish and desires. He made sure you would never leave his side, he married you, binding you to him forever. You were by his side when they planned the invasion to Earth 1, you knew how important it was for him to see this Flash, even if you didn’t know what he meant to Eobard.
You had warned him about the dangers of working with the Führer, it was you who told him to be careful, to be aware that this man would lose his focus and derail the plan. Eobard knew you were smart, he never took your words lightly, you had a way of commanding him around like no one he had ever seen, you were feisty, dominant, and he loved you for it.
The team had successfully made it to Earth 1, Eobard had been very adamant on you staying put on the ship until they had secured the labs and sent the others to Earth X. Once the lab was successfully taken over, Eobard came to get you out of the ship, speeding you to the lab while the rest of them finished settling order. You had never been to the STAR labs, but Eo had told you about it, about how he had in a way gotten used to working with Cisco and the team, how in that moment in time he hadn’t hated Barry as much as he wished.
Stumbling to the cortex he turned you around, taking advantage that it was only the two of you on that area of the labs. His lips found yours in a chaste kiss while his hands went around your waist.
“I have a surprise for you.” He mumbled over your ear, running his hand down to squeeze your thigh.
“Mmm, what can it be?” Your voice sounded sultry, seducing him to you.
“Oh you are going to love it, trust me” he smirked before holding you and speeding you down to the pipeline.
When the door opened there was only a single cell on display, inside was locked up Harrison Wells, or Earth 2 Harrison Wells, a perfect copy of your husband. Eobard could see the way his doppelgänger eyes had widened at your presence, he knew this Harrison had the same fascination he had had with your doppelgänger and frankly he couldn’t resist bothering him.
He walked behind you as you observed his double, bringing his hands around your waist and kissing the side of your neck, loving the way Harry’s eyes widened and his breathing quickened, he was getting to him, making him mad.
Your eyes closed as Eo’s kisses became harsher, he bit down on the skin making a moan escape out of you, making sure to keep eye contact with the other Wells, his hand started trailing up your leg, feeling the smooth skin, he was rejoicing himself in the way Harry’s eyes followed his movements, the pain and contradiction of looking away or not evident on his face.
His other hand trailed up under your shirt, moving up to pass over your breast, your head resting on his shoulders as his kisses and love bites became harder.
“Why are you doing this Thawne?” Harry growled at him, he didn’t want to look anymore but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, even if you weren’t the y/n he knew it was too real to him, everything about you was exactly like your double.
“Let’s say I’m kind enough to offer you some entertainment while we wait and if you are liking this, you will love the next part.” He confessed before his hand moved under your skirt, his fingers grazing your wetness, hooking under the elastic of your underwear and pulling it down your legs, he knew you didn’t mind going this far, he knew you were enjoying the show you were putting on for the man when his fingers dipped in your entrance and he felt the wetness running down them.
His hand moved behind you, and Harry assumed he was unbuttoning his pants, he could see Thawne’s hand move in a stroking motion, he new what was coming next when his hand moved to your hip and he angled you flush against him. He didn’t want to look anymore, he could easily turn around but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your face, he saw the way your face contorted in pleasure the moment Thawne’s hips moved forward, rubbing against you and he felt pain in his chest even if you weren’t his y/n.
Eobard’s hand grasped his cock, pushing the tip to part your folds as he groaned in your shoulder, he pushed inside, making you moan as his head started to stretch you out the further it went. You moaned for him, your hand moving up behind his neck to tangle in his hair, pulling it lightly as he set his pace. In a particular hard thrust you lost your balance, making you move your hand to lean against Harry’s cell, your eyes opened briefly, locking with his through the glass, you could see the agony and pleasure mix together in his eyes, making you smirk in his direction.
Eobard moved his other hand up the front of your leg, his fingers vibrating as he moved them up until they connected with your center, he could feel the way you clenched around him, loving the sweet sound of your voice when you called his name and moaned as he drove himself deeper and harder into you.
“I’m so close” You whispered, turning your head to plant as kiss on the side of his face.
Your face contorted in pleasure as your orgasm hit you, your half lidded eyes looking at the other Wells, you were loving his face, the torment and desire mixed together. Eobard’s thrust faltered, becoming sloppy as he came, he turned you around, kissing your lips softly before guiding you out of the pipeline, he turned around before closing the door, looking one more time at his doppelgänger, a smirk planted on his face.
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Writing’s On The Wall
Harrison Eo Wells x Reader
Chapter 3- A View To A Kill
I made the moodboard, I edited and found the photos. I don’t mind if you use it as long as you tag me.
Rain drops fall through the sky, the subtle noise filling the silence consuming the house. Suspicion grows within him, when the door opens his eyes travel the expanse of the entrance, the moonlight coming through the skylight seem to be the main source of light as all the other ones are dimmed low, setting a soft ambience, reflecting that of romance. He wheels himself further inside, his eyebrows furrow in curiosity, he doesn’t see you anywhere around, making him wonder why you would be out this late at night.
The deaf silence is interrupted by the faint sound of water running, it’s almost imperceptible but he hears it over the rain. This is his chance to stretch his legs, to burn some of the speed cursing through his veins begging to be released. As he walks up to the decanter on the kitchen island with a drink in mind, his eyes catch the door at the end of the hallway, the one that leads to your room. The need to roll his eyes at himself feels to strong to resist, making him puff out a breath of frustration that seems to appear every time your presence grazes his mind. He walks up to the counter, grabbing the first glass he sees and serving the liquor into it, inhaling the scent before bringing the rim to his lips. His mind races against his will and suddenly the sound of the running water seems to loud and too important. He rolls his eyes, already knowing where this is going before the thought is born.
His eyes find the door again, trying to burn through it, taking an innocent peak inside. He knows himself, it wouldn’t be innocent and it wouldn’t be a peak. He clears his throat, trying to calm his suddenly raising pulse at the simple idea of what lays behind, the indecisive nature of curiosity burning him from the inside out, making him take a split second decision before he can change his mind. Mounting a stance his feet move at their own accord, he feels the crack of electricity as he speeds himself past the door. Once inside he looks around, he hasn’t been here since you started occupying it, not that he would visit it very often but somehow he noticed the details that weren’t there before, just as he notices the discarded clothes laying around, he hears movement coming from the other side of the bathroom door, his eyes snap against the wood as he walks in its direction, his hand grazing the end of the bed, his fingers tangling in a black garment, his eyes momentarily examine it before his hand brings it to his nose against all of his will, as if moving on their own as a way of punishing him, his nostrils filling with the scent of your perfume, one he wishes he could hate as much as he hates you, but instead it weakens him, catching himself a second before a moan can escape his mouth.
He throws the piece of clothing back to the bed before closing the distance to the door, his fingertips caressing the wood as he touches his forehead against it, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath before committing to the torment it will bring him, as if he was a dead man walking, ready to enter the execution chamber. He phases himself, slotting his body in perfect symmetry with the wall, hiding himself perfectly from your view. His eyes land on the fogged glass door hiding you from him, he can still make out the shape of your body, the contour of your curves and the color of your skin. His breath hitches involuntarily the moment your body faces him, he sees your hands, traveling up your leg, moving closer and closer to the inside of your thigh and he looks away before he can see it reach its destination, feeling as if he may never recover from something like that. Ire fills him once again as the air becomes tense around him, his hands fisting at his sides, fury consumes him at the realization that he doesn’t have any control over his body, he can’t control the reaction you bring out of him. Everything he is, everything he has, has been taken by you and the thought alone makes him see red.
He leaves the room before he looses all of the sanity he has left, speeding to the living room he grabs the armrest of his chair, speeding it with him inside of his room, where he can lock the door and breath for the first times since he entered the bathroom. He whips around, and in two long strides he is standing in front of his bed, his hand wraps around the back of his neck, as his eyes close and his breathing quickens. He can’t, he can’t do this for much longer, he will break or he will break you, the thought of which could happen first tearing him down a little more, he is terrified for the first time in a long time at how easily he is loosing control.
His fingers trail down his neck, the room suddenly feels too hot, his finger hooks on the edge of the collar before pulling it, allowing some air to travel down his chest, he can feel the heat rising, the warmth taking over and the temptation to calm himself down feels the same way water would feel if he had been deserted in the sun for years. Only two more days before he can rid himself of you, he reminds himself. He drops the collar of his sweater back down, the movement allowing the trapped poison of your perfume to invade his nostrils, intoxicating him, only adding kindle to the fire in his pants while the thought of how it would smell on your skin runs through his mind, how would his nose feel running up and down the curve your neck, inhaling you in, as his lips would follow close behind, feeling the warmth of it.
He snaps his eyes open, walking to the bathroom in a hurried step, opening the faucet and splashing some cold water onto his neck and face, he needs to calm down. He is a man, not a teenage boy with a crush who he pretends to hate to gain the affection of. He doesn’t have time for distractions such as lust. Taking in a deep breath to stabilize his nerves, he looks at the reflection in the mirror, a habit he seems to be acquiring, he need to remind himself who he is. After a couple of minutes he leaves his room, wheeling himself into the kitchen, hoping to settle into some resemblance of normality that he so desperately craves.
Your voice breaks the quietness of the place, echoing off the marble countertops, Harrison’s name sounds so foreign in your mouth as you greet him, uttering words he doesn’t care to listen to. He offers you some generic answer while his eyes scan the area surrounding you, a movement you seem to catch on.
“I thought I could make us both dinner, as a thank you for your kindness.” He can’t tell if you are being sarcastic or idiotic but he doesn’t care for either, he doesn’t want to have dinner with you, but he knows there’s a façade to maintain and he can’t blow it all simply because he hates you.
“There’s no need to bother,” he begins to say before you interrupt him, making him purse his lips in a tight line.
“No, no I insist is the least I could do.” You persist and at this point he prefers to humor you.
“Fine, thank you.” He says, gesturing with his hand while his lips offer you the resemblance of a smile.
He notices the way you look through the cabinets, how some things are out of your reach and worry fills him at the thought that you may wonder how he reaches them himself. The thought never crosses your mind, he sees you going about, too busy in your own head to notice the way his eyes linger on your form, on the curve of your back, the nape of your neck. The silence feels asphyxiating, the air is too thick to breathe. Clearing his throat he moves his eyes away from you, waiting to see if he can get your attention.
“Would you mind if I play on some music?” He asks nonchalant, trying to pretend to be pleased and content, which he is failing massively at, to care for your opinion.
“Not at all, go ahead.” Comes your easy reply, your eyes never connecting with his as your hands are too busy moving things around.
The melody begins to play through the house speakers as he taps the tablet attached to his chair, he notices the way your head snaps up and moves in his direction as the classical strings of a violin begin to play.
“I thought you hated classical music, I don’t remember ever seeing you listening to it.” You comment, the accusation innocent in nature, almost as a curious observation, but it only triggers a fight response in him, a wild animal injured and defensive.
“Well it seems you don’t know me at all.” Comes his response, a pretentious smile playing on his lips as the proudness of finally having send a blow your way fills him.
“Yeah… I guess it has been a long time.” Your quiet reply finds his ears and suddenly his short lived victory doesn’t feel as sweet as he expected it to.
A quiet silence falls over you both, the only sound that can be heard is the quiet hum of the food, the soft smell of ingredients lingering in the air. His eyes move about the room, trying to stop themselves from lingering in you too much as the images of your body flashes through his mind, he feels the shadow of excitement beginning to grow on him and he needs to take control of it before it drags him through the roads of hell.
The food is served, in any other circumstances he would have enjoyed it, probably even commented on the preparation, but the most he can muster is a thank you, followed by it looks delicious. He plays around with his fork before bringing some to his mouth, he sees the way your fingers awkwardly move over the table, flickering softly over the surface as you look anywhere but him. Finally some courage seems to fill you as the question that had been nagging you all day comes out to the light.
“I was wondering,” you begin, catching his attention which makes him look at you through the top of his glasses. His face remains calm, neutral, not giving away any detail as to how he may be feeling.
“I noticed there’s no pictures of you, or Tess anywhere.” You complete the sentence, spitting it out, resembling a scare deer about to be hit by a truck, with fear and uncertainty.
He needs to think of his answer for a moment, knowing he had never prepared one since there was no one who was supposed to ever see this far into the house.
“I,” he begins, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes in what may seem like pain at the memories but in reality is frustration and hate waiting to explode out and scream.
“I can’t bear to look at them, to look at her everyday,” he says, his voice barely a whisper, putting on that performance he knows you will buy, the act of the pained husband, suffering everyday for the loss of his life.
“I can’t look at her everyday and know I will never have her back.” He says, pretending to choke on his voice. Your eyes soften, sudden guilt penetrates you at your indiscretion. Of course he would miss her, he loved her, the words of Christina echos through your mind, how she mention she didn’t even see pain on his eyes in the funeral, but this, right here shows you how much he hurts, how pained he his just at the memory of her.
“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You hurriedly say, trying to soften the blow.
“No it’s okay.” He wipes his hands across his eyes, pretending to dry the imaginary tears threatening to escape. He will do anything to sell you his act.
“Which reminds me, I have something to show you.” You excitedly exclaim, getting up from the table without even acknowledging him or excusing yourself, how inconsiderate of you. Even though he knows he is being a brat himself.
He hears your footsteps approaching the dining room, hurried steps as you approach him, holding something in your hand.
“I found it at home while doing some cleaning.” He sees the way your eyes shine with emotion as you offer him the item, kneeling down next to him as your eyes look up at his face, waiting for his reaction; it seems to be some kind of tacky bracelet, it’s silver, with a four leaf clover. What kind of bracelet is this? He wonders, knowing he could never have such a bad taste to pick something so horrendous.
“It’s… nice,” he looks at it, pretending to be interested he grabs it from your hands, your fingers brushing momentarily and he has to hold back the flicker of speed he feels forming at the contact.
“You don’t remember this?” He hears the disappointment in your voice, he is walking on eggshells here.
“You gave it to me, you brought it back for me, from your honeymoon with Tess.” You explain, and he feels the shakiness that has taken over your voice.
“Yes, you are right, forgive me, my memory seems… to trick me.” He is trying to save the situation but he doubts you will be satisfied.
“It’s okay, don’t worry.” You tell him in a hurry, taking the bracelet out of his fingers.
“I will retire for the night.” You continue as you walk over to your plate, taking it and moving it to the kitchen, he notices the way your demeanor changes, how you seem almost saddened that he doesn’t remember it, and instead of bringing him joy, it only annoys him further and not for the reason he wishes it did.
“Good night.” He nods, as his eyes follow your form as you sprint to your room. He sights, removing his glasses for good and throwing them on the table, he is fucking up big time, he is loosing focus and he is two steps behind in this checkmate, he is aware he is the one that made the mistake second to last.
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