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fandomdancer · 4 years ago

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The Dance

In the year 2169, you are a senior in high school. You've been best friends with the same two young men since grade school. One of them is your date to the senior dance. The other is the class loner: Eobard Thawne. When your date make a suddenly unexpected move, you find yourself feeling like the perfect night is ruined. But then Eobard shows up...

Word Count: 3,754 words

Rating: T, but may be M

Pairings: OC/Reader, Eobard/Reader

A/N: First attempt at a reader-insert fic. Special thanks to @darlingpetao3 @yetanotherwells @wellsaddict and @hawk-lee for listening to me freak out about this, inspiring me, and giving me the courage to actually post it. I hope it's interesting and fun for you to read.

This is Mattobard's version of Thawne, since it takes place during his teenage years.

This fic was inspired by this song (which is the featured waltz in the story). 'Pride and Penance', from World of Warcraft: Shadowlands.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cZtBflZHIcQ

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The moment you step into the darkened dance hall, you feel as though you have been transported back in time. In fact, you can’t help but wonder if the organizers of this year’s spring formal are utilizing some of Rip Hunter’s famous Time Couriers to literally open a door to the past. Everything around is, at minimum, dated back a hundred years ago, from the DJ setting up digital playlists to the black-light-illuminated chairs seated around tables littered with drinks, plates of food, and what looks like games. The music right now is from the early 2000s, but you expect the songs to range through decades, possibly even centuries over the course of the night. Multicolored lights hang from the ceiling, giving the place an overall ‘club’ look, accentuated by the powerful underlighting at the bar.

The temperature increases as you enter on your date’s arm, the exertion from the dancing and milling bodies heating up the air in the room. The dance started only thirty minutes ago, but the excitement in the room is palpable, and kids are wasting no time yelling ‘hellos’ and ‘how are yous’ as they toss back nonalcoholic drinks. One table is already full of kids engaged in what looks like an intense card game with multicolored discs sprayed across the table in front of them.

Catching the fever of the room, you cast a huge grin up at your date, a handsome young man you’ve known since grade school. The two of you are dressed perhaps a little fancy for the event, with him in a fine, high-collared suit befitting a 20th century aristocrat and you in a deep red 1940s princess ballgown. Overdressing is okay: the two of you were expecting a slightly more ‘ballroom’ shindig, not this ‘21st century club’ event, and upon looking around you can see that other members of your class had similar ideas, wearing everything from 1800s Victorian gowns to military uniforms.

“They did a good job,” your date says. “Though one would think they could have come up with a more original theme name than ‘Blast to the Past’.”

“Don’t cheesy titles comprise part of the charm of last century?” you ask as the two of you move towards the obligatory picture arena. “Wasn’t stating the obvious considered not only funny, but…what was the word…a meemee?”

“Meme. One word, one syllable. And yes. Memes were a rather popular form of communication in the early 21st century, though I guess they started well before that.” Your date eyes the line and the picture-taking arena before them. “Is that….a phone booth?”

You are both intrigued as you watch a couple go into the booth, pulling a curtain shut and separating them from the outside world. Their feet are obvious as they scrabble into various positions, each one punctuated by a bright flash ands lots of giggling. The couple emerges, looking flushed and full of smiles, and watch as two thin strips of plastic emerged from the wall of the booth. The two grab the plastic strips and look at them, giggling as they walk away.

“It’s a photo booth.”

The voice right beside you and your date startles you, and you quickly look over to see one of the chaperones for the event, Ms. Steinway, a few feet away. The young teacher looks stunning in a green floor-length gown, her blonde hair floating ethereally around her shoulders. She gestures. “You go in, and you have five pictures taken of you in quick succession. There’s usually only three to four seconds between each photo so people often planned ahead what they would do ahead of time. You can make faces, or be serious…whatever you would like!”

“Thank you, Ms. Steinway,” you say before looking back to your date. “Well. I guess we have about a minute to come up with five different poses.”

“Why don’t we improvise? We’re both good thinkers on our feet.”

The tension and pressure of racing to beat a timed photo session is appealing to you, probably a side effect of all the time you've been spending lately with your other friend, Eobard Thawne. He has a strong taste for competition and it’s been rubbing off on you in the years you’ve known him.

The sudden thought of Thawne makes you skim the room, wondering if the class loner has actually shown up to tonight’s dance. You’re pretty sure he’s not here; this isn’t his type of thing at all. It’s certainly why you didn’t ask him to be your date. It’s also the only reason why you didn’t ask him to be your date. Eobard Thawne’s proud, handsome figure and strikingly keen intellect has drawn many a girl’s attention over the years, including yours, and you’ve made a concentrated effort to ignore it. But lately, you’ve noticed that he seems to be hovering near you much more often. And he got into a fistfight with your date a few weeks ago…you never did quite figure out what had caused that argument…

Seeing him here tonight would definitely open a lot of doors, however. Perhaps you would be brave enough to ask him for a single dance. He can be a truly arrogant ass but he has always been at least civil to you…probably because the two of you have also known each other since grade school.

Your date pushes you forward and you realize that, as usual, thoughts of Eobard have distracted you for several seconds. It is your turn in the photo booth.

The booth is small and simple, with a little touch screen that simply says ‘go’. A quick glance over the screen shows that presets are in place, with no way to change them. It is a little aggravating to not be able to customize the photos but you suppose that’s to get the line of kids moving quickly. With a quick glance at your date, the two of you reach out and tap the ‘go’ button together.

The very first thing he does is kiss you. It’s so fast and so intense that you don’t even have time to react. Suddenly his mouth is open and wet and moving on yours and his hand is in your carefully-crafted hairstyle and you are shocked beyond words because of all the poses you had considered in this run of pictures, your longtime friend kissing you was not one of them. You’ve suspected he felt this way about you and there was no doubt in your mind that he would be an excellent romantic partner, but you hadn’t really…thought about him like that. In fact, the only person you really thought about like that was…Eobard.

He finally pulls back and looks quickly at the camera, grinning widely. Your brain is fuzzed and rolling with several unfinished sentences and questions, but some little part of you keeps control and turns to smile bright and beautiful at the screen. The two of you make silly faces next, and as you are setting up for what you think is the next picture, the screen goes dark. You realize in shock that he used three of the five pictures to kiss you. Feeling frustrated and cheated, you get out of the booth, pasting a smile on your face so as not to appear angry to the line of kids waiting outside. You’ll have plenty of time to discuss his choices later.

The pictures print out and they’re definitely difficult to look at. The first one shows your obvious surprise, but the second two are worse, showcasing your desperate attempt to keep control of what is happening by grabbing at his face and responding to his kiss. It was not your best decision, but you feel like it was your only choice at the moment – and that realization makes you furious.

The two of you head to an unoccupied table, and the moment you set down the photos you whirl on your date, your insides twisted in knots and your throat almost sealed shut from the force of your anger. “What the hell?”

“What?”

It’s even hotter in this room with your anger charging you up. You are pretty sure your face is the color of your dress. “You kissed me.”

He smiles. “Of course I did. What did you think we were going to do in there?”

Your mouth drops open. “Make faces and smile! When did kissing appear on the list of things to do tonight?”

His brow furrows. “When you agreed to be my date. Come now, you can’t possibly miss all the signs I’ve given you. You know me better than that.”

His self-entitled arrogance sets your teeth on edge and you clutch the table so hard you’re amazed it doesn’t bend. “I’ve known you for almost all of my life and you have never been so rude as to just kiss someone without making sure it’s all right with them! You wait for that kind of invitation! You don’t blindside her during a timed picture taking session!”

“Spontaneity has never been your thing, and I respect that,” he begins to say.

You cut him off. “Clearly not or these wouldn’t exist!” You wave the pictures at him before slamming them down onto the table. You don’t know what you’re angrier about now; being forced into this situation before you felt ready, his seeming blindness to how the whole situation played out, or the fact that you feel like what should have been a beautiful moment is ruined and you are never going to get it back.

A waltz begins to play, the very song the two of you were hoping would be the focus of the evening, and he reaches a hand out to you. “You’re right. I made a terrible mistake. I thought it would be fun and I assumed you would be all right with it. I am sorry. I truly am. We will go have the pictures retaken. But will you dance with me? This sounds like a beautiful waltz and I don’t want to have ruined the night by making a terrible decision right at the beginning.”

He sounds sincere but you don’t answer him at first. Your mind is still awash with anger and betrayal and a sudden desire to be anywhere but in this room right now. You don’t want to just forgive him for doing this to you. But you also don’t want the night to be ruined, and right now the song playing sounds like it could be a wonderful dance and you aren’t sure how many more will be played with the selection of music likely being offered. Reluctantly, you slip your hand into his.

“We aren’t done with this conversation,” you state firmly.

“Of course not.” He twirls you gently. “But this song fits you and I want to see you dancing to it.”

You don’t know the name of the song, but it has a haunting melody to it, almost ghostlike with sliding violins. Waltzes always have a kind of built-in grace to them, a slippery seduction meant to make it easy to move to. But this piece has an additionally dramatic vocalist that elevates the rhythm to something royal and aristocratic. You can almost imagine the two of you (and the couples that are joining you on the floor) dancing in the hall of an ancient, grand mansion while a dark storm swirls outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and the dry fingers of tree branches curl menacingly in shadows on the floor, trapping the dancers’ feet in their grip.

“Pardon me.”

The familiar voice snaps you out of the daydream you are drifting into, and you rock slowly back and forth in your date’s arms as you realize Eobard is standing in front of you two. Your breath catches and your heart rate picks up instantly as you look at him. He looks as though he has stepped straight out of your daydream: a young lord trapped in a dying manor, cloaked in high-collared black and red with the light shimmering blindingly on his short blond hair. Even more shocking is the dramatic flair he has added to the outfit: a full-length black cape fastened at his neck with a ruby. He is too beautiful to touch and yet your hands…and other, sweeter, deeper parts of you…ache as you stare at him.

His eyes sweep over you and you think you see his jaw clench slightly before he speaks again. “May I cut in?”

“You’re in our way, Bardo,” your date growls, all softness and politeness gone from his voice.

“I wasn’t addressing you,” Eobard responds to him but doesn’t take his eyes off of you. Your throat is growing dry from the simple intensity of his gaze. “I was addressing your partner." He nods to you. "May I cut in?”

You finally register what he is asking, and the thrill that races through you makes you shiver. You had thought you might have the courage to ask him to dance if you had seen him here, but him asking you is completely unexpected. Saying no to him might prevent him from asking again, but saying yes would probably send the wrong message to your date.

Then again, your date certainly sent you the wrong message when he forced you to kiss him in the photo booth.

It’s a very simple question with a very simple answer.

“I would be honored,” you reply, trying to sound as cool and proper as possible. As you pull away from your date, you feel his hands clench briefly on you. You quickly look up at him, seeing the betrayal in his eyes. At first you feel smug, but then you remind yourself that he did apologize. You give him your best comforting smile. “We’ll continue this later,” you say to him, making his expression soften just a little. But the look he gives Eobard is poisonous.

Eobard’s expression doesn’t change. Instead, he unfastens the cape from around his neck and whips it dramatically off, draping it unceremoniously on your date’s still-outstretched arms. “Would you be so kind as to place this on a nearby chair?”

Redness floods your date’s face, and you start to open your mouth to scold Eobard for his rudeness, but his hands grip you firmly and he spins you away into the dancing crowd before you can say a word. Your feet scrabble as you try to keep up, and you have a feeling he’s trying to get you as far away from your date as fast as possible. Focusing on your movements, you catch his rhythm and begin to move in time with him, gaining control over yourself while still permitting him to lead. You’re angry enough now that you’re tempted to just walk out the door after this dance. When did your two best friends turn into such boys? They’re acting like you’re a prize in a competition and while that might be flattering, it’s making you feel a bit like an object and not like the lady you want to be tonight.

“You dance well,” Eobard compliments.

You roll your eyes. “You dragged me out here and I just got my balance back. Don’t patronize me.”

“I wouldn’t dare,” he answers. “I mean what I say. I saw you trying to dance with your date over there. He was trying. You were succeeding.”

You snort and sigh. “I wish the two of you would tell me why you both seem to have lost your minds lately.”

Eobard tilts his head. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Your heart pounds and you know what you hope the answer is, but coming right out and saying it feels like a such a terrible risk. Eobard’s emotional difficulties make him dangerous sometimes, the wrong word or look pushing him away for days at a time. You are not going to ruin this night, this dance, this moment that has been playing in your dreams.

“Obviously not, or I wouldn’t have brought it up,” you say, trying to put an innocent look on your face. You aren’t sure if it works or not, but the hard look in Eobard’s eyes softens somewhat, and he guides you around the floor. Looking up at him, you surrender your mind to the daydream, milking this moment for all it is worth. The seductive waltz paints the image of a great hall, decadent in its decay, the memory of opulence just as romantic as the opulence itself. And Eobard, cold and proud and throat-achingly beautiful, spins you around it, commanding your body with his touch, and commanding your mind with his eyes.

“Your friend and I,” he says in a low voice, “are both seeking your approval.”

Dear God, he actually said it. You’re almost dizzy with excitement as you frantically think of how to navigate the next few sentences. Honesty is going to be key. “You have a funny way of showing it. First that fistfight a few weeks ago and now tonight he just kisses me out of the blue and then you drag me off like I belong to you or something…”

“He did what?” Eobard stops the two of you cold, and you blink, looking up at his grey eyes, watching in surprise as they turn stormy and dark. His pale face begins to flush as he gazes down at you. You can’t tell if what you’re seeing is anger or not, but as his eyebrows draw together you feel your insides flutter. It’s more than just anger. It’s jealousy.

Eobard is jealous.

The realization makes your throat close and you swallow several times as adrenaline floods your veins. The possibilities open up in your mind, and you suddenly realize that while both men are, in fact, treating you like a prize, you are still the one in control.

“He kissed me for our photo,” you say carefully, letting the frustration and hurt show on your face. “I didn’t know he was going to.”

Eobard looks at you, his jaw clenching and unclenching, and his face continuing to grow red. His hands tighten on your waist and hand, and a strange excitement blooms in your chest. Eobard Thawne, so aloof and elitist, suffering from the simple emotion of jealousy. And jealousy related to you, because he’s seeking your approval. Despite the heat of the moment, you find yourself fighting a smile.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks tightly.

You know the truth and you know what saying it will mean. But right now, you are unable to lie to him, captivated by the thrill of his reaction and the intoxicating crescendo building around you.

“No.”

Eobard’s chin lifts and a smug satisfaction fills his eyes as the music crescendos loudly. With a climactic crash of drums, he decisively pushes you out into a firm spin, and then brings you back in, his hand slipping to the small of your back and holding you flush against his body. And for one fiery, fierce moment, you realize that you can feel him, dear God, all of him, pressed possessively against you, and a weakness makes your knees wobble and your mouth go dry as you stare into his eyes, only inches away, and realize what he is silently saying to you.

Then the two of you are moving again as he takes everything up another notch, whirling you both within the crowd as though you have all the space in the world. The music pounds with your steps, pulsing inside of you, the melody a full-throated cry from the whole orchestra, igniting adrenaline and fire within you. Your mouth falls open to gasp for air as your eyes drift closed. You don’t need to see, only to feel the clutch of his hands and the heat of his body and the light pressure on your waist as he leads you.

And then, in one powerful beat, the music stops. Eobard pushes you backwards into a dramatic dip, holding you up while your hands claw at him. You can’t see the ecstasy on your face but a few gasps from the people around you suggest that the two of you may be in a very compromising position. You don’t care. Your body is shaking and tingling. You feel sweat dampening your skin, and the heat…you’re drowning in it. But you don’t want to move. You don’t want it to be over. Most of all, you don’t want his hands leaving you. Ever.

Your breath comes in heavy gasps as he draws you up to your feet. He steadies you, and your eyes finally drift open. The sight before you makes you shiver again. Eobard is breathing just as hard as you are, and has the same slightly dazed expression on his face that you are feeling. You vaguely realize that while you were trying to keep your balance you gripped his hair and shirt because both of them are bunched and mussed. But neither of you can look away from the other for several seconds.

Finally, he is the first one to move. He gently straightens his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. He brings his heels together and reaches for your hand. He bows, lifting your hand to his lips and placing a chaste kiss on the back of it.

“Thank you,” he says, “for the lovely dance. If you’ll excuse me, I believe I need some air.”

You nod slowly. “I…think I do too.”

Something sparks in his eyes, and he offers you his arm. You consider taking it, but the sensation that sweeps through you as you realize what the implications are stop you. You are awash in powerful emotions now, enough to know that if you go with him, you’re going to do something you want…

….oh do you want….

….but on impulse, caught up in the moment.

You know you need to gather yourself. The night has only just begun.

“I will see you back in here,” you reply, offering a polite curtsey. It isn’t a blatant rejection, just more of a ‘not now’. Eobard seems to understand and his withdraws his hand before turning and striding for the door.

You head for a different exit, catching a glimpse of your date just as you leave the room. His face is a thunderstorm, and you feel a slight chill that cuts through the hazy fog of your mind.

The night has only just begun, and you have a feeling it’s going to be a long one.

#eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader #reader insert #mattobard #matt letscher #fanfiction #i love this song so much #how could i not write a story to it

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supervillain-smut · 5 years ago

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Hey to the Anon that requested a bratty S/O with Eobard, was there any specific version you wanted? Because I can see this with either EoWells, Mattobard or DC Animated Eobard.

#eobard thawne #99 luftanons #eowells #mattobard #matt letscher #dcau #dc au #i dont even know which one it is anymore #dc animated movies #dc animated universe #gif #reverse flash

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df841 · 8 years ago

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The Old Fashioned Way

-Basically just throwing myself out there. Some Eo stories I had written a while ago. Thinking, “Why not share them?” If you like, I’ll keep posting. Not edited, so a lot of first to third person viewpoint shifts.

Warnings- some mentions of sex, “sexual actions”

Eobard x Reader

“I could just grow us a genetically perfect son, as it is commonly done from where I’m from. But where’s the fun in that.” He said with a small sly smile, as he slowly slid his arm up from my waist pulling me closer towards his torso. “Why don’t we do it the old-fashioned way?” “Eobard.” I let out in a whisper. “I get that, for you, we’ve been together many times before- but, for me, I have never- actually ever been- with… ” “Would this be your very first time?” “Ughhhh, what answer won’t get me killed?” “You’ve told me about the others.” from the expression he saw on her face after he had mentioned the word others, immediately made him regret what he had said, because that is when he realized what she responded with next. “I’ve never been with anyone. Ever. Was the other me, not- had she already had sex when you met her? Did you- Oh time traveler.” She blurted out in an out of breath, distraught, tone. “No, No you shouldn’t be worried. This is better. Better for us. Now I can be your first. Now I can be the one-” As she slowly pulled away from his embrace she looked down as she went over the notion of who she might have of originally lost her virginity to. For a second, she wondered who the other person she could have lost her virginity to was, and wanted to ask Eobard. How she could have gotten there to where she was with now. How events would have been different, and if this man was the right one compared to whoever she had been with in the other life that was now non-existent or tampered with. “Eo.” she took a small moment, “Even though I don’t necessarily know the outcomes from whatever timeline you may have taken me out of. I’m just living my life to where I am now. You have meddled with my life, and whoever that version of me was or was going to be. But the me, now, is with you. And I want this. I want you. And stop me before I continue sounding like a sappy romantic movie because that’s just not me, or you. We’re not that. But from what you’ve mentioned, that me might had more experience in the sex department.” “It wasn’t just sex. It was-” she engulfed him in an unexpected upward kiss. Fastly, breaking it to breathe out, “Am I doing this-” “Oh yes.” he responded as he forcefully kissed you back. His body pushing her onto the edge of the bed, gently positioning her on the end of the mattress towering over her petite body. From the first kiss, every kiss felt electric. She could feel her breathing soaring calm, yet uneasy in response to her heart rate accelerating. With every kiss she felt even more aroused. She could feel herself reacting to his touch, the small touch of lips coming together. Feeling another person's warmth. To feeling the texture of the tip of his tongue, making everything much more carnal. Every feeling was something brand new, she had never felt with another person. Better yet, she knew how aroused felt, but she never knew that she would feel almost the same way from kissing, but there she was with a tingling feeling. And she loved how he made her feel. His arms roaming her body, making his large hands wander under her shirt. The coldness of his fingers making his way towards her breasts as the other went to trying to take of her shirt. “No.” she gasped out, her hand pausing the wrist of his arm that was pulling her shirt over. “Just this. For now.” she placed both his hands on her waist, and went back to kissing him with both her hands cupping both sides of his recently shaven, yet prickly jaw. Not complaining, he let himself be embraced by her. He could feel her slowly beginning to thrust onto him. He encouraged her motions with maintaining his grasp on both sides of her waist. Considering that it was her first time with him, he wanted her to enjoy it rather than speed through it to the end line, as they would have done times before. To none of her present knowledge of course. For the first time in the midst of these rare occurrences he desired to go slow with something as precious to him as her. The way she kissed him was hungry, and with how the other version of her kissed him, it was just as passionate. He remembered that you once told him that kissing him was the equivalent of the feeling she got when she felt turned on. Meaning, that to her his kisses were orgasmic. He smiled into one of your kisses at the thought.

#eobard thawne #eobard thawne x reader #the flash #legends of tomorrow #reverse flash #mattobard #fanfic #dctv #man in yellow #reverse flash x reader

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elfwoodfae · 4 years ago

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Eowells x og Eobard x reader.

Warnings: toxic Eo, smut, threesome, double penetration. Also, this is completely consensual, it’s reassured through the fic that they can stop any moment if any of them wants to.

Eobard sighed for the tenth time since the argument had started again, it had been like this since you both had made it to the future. Things seemed a little too tense in between you both; it was always the same argument, the same fight and he could tell you were getting tired of it too. Since finding out about him, finding out what he had to do to survive, you had always expressed interest in knowing what his real body looked like, you wanted to know the real him, but he had never allowed you to. Never said any details about himself. He was too stubborn to do it, specially since there was no winning for him in doing so, if he showed you what he really looked like and you liked his original body more you would still be stuck with Harrison’s body, but if you liked Harrison’s more than the original it would feel like a blow to his pride, even if he would never say it out loud.

He took in a breath, seeing you there standing with your arms crossed in front of you, the frustration radiating off of you, your eyes squinted in his direction, the tension in the air was not helping him see straight. He decided to do what he did best when neither of you could see eye to eye, leave and give you space to cool off, even after years of being married it was still hard to get to an agreement once you both had reached this level of frustration. He left through the window in a fit of red lighting, speeding through the city, trying to calm himself but he was just so tired of this constant argument that seemed to follow him week by week, that he ran, ran so fast until he saw a speed portal opening and swallowing him before he could slow down.

He had traveled to the future; everything seemed fairy equal but after looking around he noticed the year, he had traveled one year ahead. He should have turned around and speeded back to his time, but curiosity got the better of him, making him speed through the city to the house you both shared, looking for you and seeing how things were between you both. He knew he shouldn’t know this much about his own future, knowing how fragile something like time was but he couldn’t help himself.

Once outside he looked through the window, he saw you, walking inside, all doll up and looking as beautiful as ever, but what he saw next made his blood boil. Walking behind you and rubbing his hands up your legs was a stranger, a man he had never seen before. It was clear he wasn’t in the picture and he hated the second he saw you close your eyes and sigh when the man’s hands ran higher up. He closed his eyes before speeding back and creating a portal, it seemed he wouldn’t be with you for much longer if he didn’t change a few things. He made a split second decision as he entered the portal, speeding through time with a goal on mind. He would make sure you were bound to him for life.

He made it back to the house, noticing you were now seemingly more relaxed, but he was even angrier than before. He saw you there, sitting on the couch with a big shirt on and the image of that idiots hands up your body flashed through his mind, infuriating him even more. He flashed to you, grabbing you roughly and speeding you to the bedroom, his hand roughly cradling your face, making enough pressure to show who was in charge but without hurting you. His eyes were like fire, blue oceans with red lightning storming in it, his face adorned with a scowl as he pushed you closer to himself. An animalistic growl escaped his lips before he collided his lips to yours, connecting them in an angry kiss, putting all his rage and fury into it.

His hand found the back of your neck, tangling his fingers in your hair hard enough to make you whine in pain. His other hand traveled up your leg under your shirt, grabbing it forcefully, taking it off of you. His mouth found your neck, biting and nipping at the skin as his hand grabbed your butt cheek, squeezing as a moan escaped you. You could feel the anger coming off of him, this was a different kind of mad, he was furious, possessive, you had no idea what had happened to make him this mad after he left, but still you felt safe in his arms, knowing the moment you wanted to stop he would stop just by you asking him to.

His hand came to your cheek, cradling in roughly once again as his finger squeezed your lips, moving your face up to look at him.

“You are mine y/n.” He growled, squeezing his hand just lightly to make his point clear while his other hand moved down your stomach, passing the hem of your underwear and feeling the wetness that had pooled in between your legs.

You moaned in response, trying to grab his shoulders and get him off the suit he was still wearing. He phased out of it, before turning you around and standing behind you, his hand squeezing the softness of your breast as he made you look to the door before whispering in your ear.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, if you want another man, I can be another man. I will give you what you want so bad.” He angrily growled in your ear while grinding his hips agains the crevice of your ass.

Your eyes widened as you saw what he referred to; there, cradle in the same suit was another speedster, or a copy of Eobard, but when he stopped vibrating himself and pulled his cowl down, your eyes connected and you saw that this man, was a completely different one. His hair was blonde, his eyes where still blue, but a different kind of blue, almost kinder than your Eobard. His body was the same height but a little more wide and full. He was still a sight to behold.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. His eyes took you in form, as his other half, the one wearing Wells’ skin, his words echoing through his mind, the other one had said how there was someone, someone who held their hearts and if they didn’t act fast they would loose her. He had never met her, but he could see the urgency on his other version’s eyes. He knew this version of himself in a different body was from much farther up in the timeline, somehow the way this other him had talked about you made him see that perhaps there was hope for him, that everything he had done would be worth it in the future.

He moved closer, his hand softly touching your cheek, feeling your skin as he closed his eyes, a shocking contrast from how rough his other half was being. Your eyes trained on his face, looking up at him full of adoration. He was beautiful to you, he was yours. His cheeks, his lips, his chin, everything about him was hypnotizing. You saw him opening his eyes, looking directly at yours, your hand softly touching his face, feeling the shadow of a beard.

He looked up to Wells, their eyes connecting and you felt him nod behind you, giving him some kind of confirmation. He brought his hands up your face, moving them to the back of your neck before lowering himself and connecting your lips to his. They were rougher than Wells but his kiss ignited a fire within you, making you throb around Wells fingers. You felt him smirk on your neck, lifting his mouth enough speak.

“She likes it.” He said, a smirk on his face as he took his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

This comment made Eobard growl into the kiss, his hand trailing down your body, squeezing your waist before moving to your ass, squeezing the flesh there.

“How are we doing this.” he practically growled, his eyes moving momentarily to his others face.

They looked at each other in a way that represented they had gotten to an agreement without needing to utter a word. Wells hand started trailing down your stomach again, tangling in the elastic of your underwear before pulling it down, leaving you completely naked in between both of them. His hands moved lower, his finger moving in between your folds, vibrating once they connected with your clit, making you throw you’re head back into his shoulder, a moan escaping you as your hands gripped Eobard’s shoulders.

Eobard’s fingers kept trailing around the curve of your ass, dipping lower until they found your opening. He circled a finger around it, applying pressure and testing the waters. He felt you stiffen a little at the contact, giving him the feeling you had never done this before, the sole idea of having you this way for the first time made his pants tighten. He felt Wells giving something to him, a bottle of lube. He opened it, pouring some on his fingers before moving them back to your entrance. His lips connecting to your neck, nipping at the skin, marking it and sucking on it enough to distract you from the finger he was beginning to push inside. He worked it slowly, inserting only the first half of it, thrusting it in and out until he could feel you relax around him. Once your body began to relax he pushed it further into the tightness of your ass, curling it slightly and pushing to the sides to start to stretch you out, he waited a moment before adding another finger, feeling how hot you felt around him, working his way into opening you up for his cock, he would need to get you stretch if he wanted it to fit comfortably inside.

Wells moved his own fingers over your clit, still applying vibrations but switching them to his thumb, allowing his other two fingers to move closer to your entrance. He ran them over your opening, teasing along side it until your wetness dripped down them. He pushed one inside, following the other close behind. You were so wet and hot around him, he could specially feel how tight it felt with both their fingers in each hole and he couldn’t imagine how tight it would feel when both their cocks were inside of you, just the idea made him groan in pleasure. His fingers worked their way deeper, curling and stimulating that spot inside of you that always made you moan and twist in pleasure. He felt you clench around him, your walls tightening around him the harder his finger moved over your clit and soon he could feel your legs shaking as his counter part grabbed one of your thighs to hold you in place while your orgasm hit you, making you arch your back further into Eobard’s fingers and your head connect with Wells shoulder.

Eobard phased himself out of his suit, and in a lighting storm they had switched places. Now he was behind you while Wells was in front of you. His hands moved under your thighs, grabbing them firmly before lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist while your back rested against Eobard’s chest. Eobard grabbed his cock, giving himself a few strokes, his lips connecting with the curve of your shoulder as he left a trail of kisses from your neck down your shoulder blades.

“Relax for me.” He whispered in your ear, while the tip of his cock pushed slowly against your hole. He felt you tense in his arms, he could hear you breathing out softly trying to relax yourself as he kissed your neck, trying to distract you from the discomfort of his member going inside of you. He gave you a few moments to relax after he was halfway through to push inside completely, sitting all the way in his teeth sank on your skin at the pleasure he felt being so tightly sitting within you.

He waited for Wells to make his move then, he worried how much your body could take both of them at the same time, reaffirming you that if you were in pain or you wanted to stop you just needed to say it. Wells hand grabbed the base of his cock, he moved it over your opening, against your lips, coating it with your wetness before he held your hips in place and started to push inside. Your eyes closed at the sensation it filled you with, the pressure and pleasure it brought you to have both of them inside at the same time. Wells had closed his eyes, his breath faltering at how tight it was to be inside of you. Making it almost impossible to move of how full they had you.

Eobard’s hands remained on your ass while Wells moved his to your thighs, keeping you in place while he began to thrust first, starting slowly and giving you time to adjust to the sensation, once Eobard felt you relax he began to move, matching Wells thrust, both of them going out and back in at the same time. They soon had you in a moaning mess, your head rested against Eobard’s shoulder while Wells kissed you, his tongue playing inside your mouth as his hips thrusted harder, making you moan and arch your back at the deep spot he had hit.

The faster he began to thrust, Wells could feel you tightening around him, making it even harder for Eobard to move, he was getting close and he could feel you and Wells getting closer too. He moved his fingers around you, moving them to the front of you and down your stomach, moving them over your bundle of nerves as he started to vibrate them. His fingers were thinker and rougher than Wells, they were taking you closer and closer to your orgasm, you could feel yourself contracting around their cocks, feeling so full you could barely breath. Eobard moved his mouth to your ear, bitting and nipping at your earlobe.

“Come for me y/n” he whispered before delivering a particularly hard thrust, making you lose it and come over them both. The feeling of your pussy tightening around him made Wells falter, his thrust becoming erratic as he made sure to push himself deep inside of you as he came. Eobard sped up his movements, moving his hips faster, gripping the skin of your ass hard enough to leave bruises, he grunted into your skin, feeling himself beginning to come, the flat of his tongue licking the sweat on your shoulder as he closed his eyes.

After a few seconds they both got out of you, Wells moved you to the bed, laying you down and moving next to your side, while Eobard moved to the other side. He shouldn’t stay long but he couldn’t help the warmth he felt near you. You curled on your side, facing Eobard, your hand over his chest while your head rested over his arm, you closed your eyes, smelling his scent and relaxing at having this moment with him. Wells didn’t mind, he watched from behind you, his hand resting on the curve of your waist, his eyes were unfocused as he looked at your both. The only thing he lamented was that the child he had put in you wouldn’t resemble his original form.

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purplecyborgnewt · 1 year ago

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Who is the flash character who is the most underutilized/which character should have had more episodes?

Hartley. I'm living on this hill, might as well die on it.

He had so much of his plot and personality developements happening offscreen. Turned good offscreen, worked with Team Flash offscreen, then turned bad offscreen, got a boyfriend - and not just a boyfriend - a boyfriend who's supposedly Love Of His Life! - offscreen... Roderick's cute, I don't mind him existing, but he started as a sexylamp in a glass coffin and didn't really progressed much from there after waking up. If Hartley got more screentime, more story - onscreen story - maybe Roderick would become more than a Mandatory (Not-Het-For-A-Change) Love Interest Out Of Nowhere. Maybe I'd even start to care about him for his own's sake, not just because he's someone Hartley cares about... Or maybe I'd keep feeling conflicted about him. We won't know, because their whole alleged Great Love Story happened offscreen. No flashbacks (beside one to the tragic incident on the bridge), nothing. He's a cute blank slate. Great for ficwriters who are afraid of fucking up and making a character OOC, I suppose. Look, I'm myself the person who's always afraid of fucking up and go too OOC - that's why I barely write serious fics and pretty much never publish them anywhere. Nonetheless, if you're trying to sell me this dude as Love Of Hartley's Life, I'd like something... more substantial.

They also randomly gave Hartley powers, then either forgot about those powers or quietly retconned them away.

All the Rogues were either underutilised or mishandled by the show tbh (or were both mishandled and underutilised). Hartley is the one I always have to stop myself from ranting about until I just run out of words.

And while we're at it: unpopular opinion - "should this Flash character have been on LoT instead" pretty much always gets "no" from me. LoT took two iconic Rogues and killed one of them (the exact one with the most fans, to be honest - sorry, Mick). Killed Stein in the way that still infuriates me. Somehow killed Mattobard twice. (Fine, so the things didn't go all that great for him when he returned to his own show either. When the fans who liked how Mattobard looked in 3.01 were saying we want to see him with a beard again, we meant his actual facial hair, EW.) Miraculously didn't mansge to kill Wally, but still. They all "should" have been getting better writing and more screentime on their own show. Alas, that wasn't meant to be.

(EW claimed lately that if he got another season he'd totally bring back everyone-everyone-everyone. Yeah. Sure.)

#The Flash #Hartley Rathaway #('you' in 'if you're trying to sell me etc.' means showrunner-you not ficwriter-you. ficwriters can sell me a lot. the show couldn't)

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ageless-aislynn · 7 months ago

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Nobody asked me any of these but, honestly, I wanted to know the answers to some of them myself, so... I'm answering what I want anyway! 🤷‍♀️😉

ao3 wrapped [writers edition]

How many words have you written this year?

I'm counting this as how many words in something that I posted, which is 14,819. A lot more than I expected, honestly, but most of it came from me doing several chapters of "15 Minutes" early in the year. 😉

How many works did you publish this year?

9 chapters in all, but only 4 individual works.

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

"Sentence Starters Short Fic Collection" (Soap and Ghost, Call of Duty, Kaidan x Shepard, Mass Effect and Kai and Vannak, Halo the series) Yeah, they're all suuuuuper short but I'm always proud of myself whenever I write anything at all for fandoms/characters I've never attempted before. 😎👍

What work of yours has the most hits?

Definitely "15 Minutes" (John x female Reader, Halo the series). I'll never have anything else that will get this sort of response and I'm going to miss it when it's over. But I AM finishing it. Someway. Some how.

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

"15 Minutes," yet again. It was meant to be a one-shot and then people liked it and asked for more.

Favorite title you used

"It's All Coming Along" (Master Chief, Halo/Halo the series) Never post things you wrote while in the middle of a bad insomnia bout, kids. You'll think something is funny and everybody else will probably not. I've debated removing this one but finally thought, eh, so it's dumb, that doesn't mean that one day, somebody might get a laugh from my puns. If not, then welp, I'm woman enough to have a total dud in my collection.🤷‍♀️😂

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

Didn't use song lyrics this year but I have in the past. I honestly just use whatever artist or song fits the story or theme. I have a really eclectic bunch of artists that I like, so you never know what'll pop up.

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

John x female Reader, since "15 Minutes" had so many chapters and "It's All Coming Along" is technically a John x Reader as well. "Recreation" is Kai x male Reader and the Sentence Starters I've already mentioned above. 😉

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

It's actually the female OC/Frank West from my Dead Rising AU titled "Turn Back." They're the only ones I can consistently sit down and just bang out blocks of hundreds of words. I dunno why. 🤷‍♀️

What work was the quickest to write?

"It's All Coming Along" took literally two hours from "Hey, wouldn't it be funny if...?" to me hitting post. Don't do that, kids. Have a nap first if you haven't slept in, like 40 hours. Don't commit fiction, lol. 😆😴

What work took you the longest to write?

"15 Minutes" which was started 2 years ago along with "Recreation" probably deserves that "honor" for more than one reason, lol.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

In addition to finishing "15 Minutes" and "Recreation," I have 6 others: "Untitled Fluffy Vannak fic" (Halo the series), "Choices" (Noble Team choose your own Spartan adventure, Halo: Reach), "The Price" (Caitlin Frost/Hunter Zolomon, The Flash), "Guardian Angel" (Time Wraith!Caitlin Snow/Eobard Thawne, The Flash), "Split" (Caitlin Snow/Eobard Thawne, The Flash) and "Try" (TomCav!Eobard Thawne/Caitlin Snow/Mattobard!Eobard Thawne, The Flash).

What’s your longest work of the year?

"15 Minutes" chapters 7 - 11 totaled 12,064 words on their own.

What’s your shortest work of the year?

"It's All Coming Along" at 106 words

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

I'm dragging all 8 of them with me, lol.

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

I'm terrible at tagging so most of my tags are just pairings or the occasional warning I feel might be needed.

Your favorite character to write this year?

I'll always love writing for Master Chief John-117, my beloved. I also really love writing Cortana.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

All of them. Writer's block suuuuuucks. 😭

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Honestly, once I finish my WIPs I feel like I'm done. I'll probably keep writing things like my Dead Rising AU and my handful of Mass Effect: Andromeda fics but they're all totally just for me, not to be posted. If something pops to mind, I'll write it but, for the most part, I don't think fandom in general needs me anymore, lol.

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

"15 Minutes" because I'm trying to make sure I keep things consistent and wrap up any loose ends.

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

I can't really tell because there's no way to sort out the kudos that "15 Minutes" and "Recreation" already had on them. Excluding them, though, 21.

Which work has the most comments?

"15 Minutes."

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

No, I could barely work with myself this year, lol. I'm lousy at collabs, unfortunately.

Did you write any gifts this year?

No.

Did you receive any gifts this year?

No.

What’s your most common category?

I guess I technically write (hopefully) humorous romance?

What do you listen to while writing?

My inner editor screaming NO1CURRS and that I'm wasting my time even trying to finish my WIPs. I try to drown her out with various playlists. Here's one.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

Again, it's probably the "Turn Back" Dead Rising AU or "The Best Mistake" (Gil x OC, Mass Effect: Andromeda AU). Of my posted stuff, though, "15 Minutes."

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

"Look, it's not my fault that that penguin documentary was kinda lame and—"

"IT WAS NOT!" Vannak bellowed back and took a swing at her that would've definitely put a marine in the infirmary for a month, if not in the ground, permanently. For Kai, it would've at the very least mussed her hair. "Those penguins are adorable and—"

"Lame. Laaaaaame," she singsonged, ducking a flurry of punches, then doing a very impressive parkour run up the wall into a backflip that sent her soaring over the enraged Spartan's head.

"THEY'RE NOT LAME, YOU TAKE THAT BACK!"

"Sentence Starters Short Fic Collection" Chapter 3, Kai and Vannak, Halo the series. For some reason, I absolutely LOVE the idea they're arguing over whether penguins are adorable or not, lol!

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That I haven't totally given up. It's been verrrrrry close, friends. But every time I've thought, "Eh, why keep trying?" a comment will pop up, thanking me for writing something that gave them a laugh or the like and that'll give me the strength to keep in the fight. If there's even one person left who wants to read how these end or who'll check out the ones I haven't started posting yet, then I want to finish them.

Here's the original post if you'd like to reblog it for yourself or hey, if you'd like to just go ahead and answer it, no asks require, lol!

#ao3 wrapped #ao3 wrapped ask game #ask game #writing #ageless aislynn

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