#e2 harry

Harry Wells/ Crissy Madlock

It was a calm evening, wind occasionally whispering against the downtrodden STAR labs. Inside the cortex were the three remaining team flash members, sitting at their prospective desks. Cisco let out a sigh as he pushed his chair back and stuck his arms behind his head. "Guys, it's Saturday night. All the baddies are locked up, let's live a little. I know a great place, it's down by the water. Perfect for this kinda night." He pitched, glancing between the other two. Harry didn't even bother to stop typing before he grunted a resounding ‘no’. Crissy bit her lip and contemplated Cisco's proposition. "I'll go if Harry goes." She quipped, watching Harry cut his eyes over to her, wondering what was up her sleeve. Crissy stands up, "I'm going to get ready." She announces, no longer allowing him the option to say no. "Alright!" Cisco fist bumps the air, beaming. Trying his best to hide it, a small smile ghosts his lips. "This is going to be fun." Harry thought.

Barry: What? Why?

Cisco: Are you in a hurry?

Request: Ooo how about a Harry Wells rough smut????? ;)

A/N: This turned into a daddy kink with some jealous Harry. Hope you liked it!

Harrison Wells was going to Hell, of that he had been fairly certain of for quite some time. It was something that he knew for quite a few years now, but never so surely as he did in that moment. He knew that he shouldn’t, that he was dabbling into things better left alone, but something about you just....drew him in. He wasn’t the emotional type, wasn’t one to easily form attachments. In fact, Harry made it a point to push everyone away, so why you, of all people, got under his skin, he never really could explain.

Knowing that you were the forbidden fruit, maybe, tempted him. You were young, much to young to be with someone like him, or so he often told himself in the wee hours of the morning when he’d gaze at your sleeping face, but you were always so adamant about being ‘a grown ass woman.’ Those were your words not his, and to be fair, you did have a point.

You were twenty-six, far old enough to make your own decisions, but Harry still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was doing something wrong. it didn’t help that it was a secret. Of course it was a secret. He was damn near twenty years older than you - eighteen to be exact. You loved to remind him of that as well, though the ease that it gave was short-lived. He didn’t want the others to know, to look at you differently....to look at him differently. It was a selfish desire but he couldn’t help it. Harrison Wells could be an, admittedly, selfish man.

You hated secrets. Hated keeping them even more, but Harrison Wells was a notoriously stubborn man and changing his mind was something you were sure God couldn’t even do. Sighing you glanced over your outfit for the day, head tilting as you let your gaze wander over yourself. Lips tugged into a smirk as you straightened, turning to check the back. If he wasn’t going to tell, fine, but you were going to make his life a living hell in the meantime.

Waltzing into the Cortex, your hips swayed, practically hearing the jaws drop on your way in. It was the reaction you knew you were going to get, doing your best not to smirk.

“Damn mami! Look at you!” Cisco complimented, slack jaw turning into a grin as he caught your eye. He stuck his thumbs up as your laugh filled the room. Winking at your long time friend you thanked him with a smile.

“Wow...you look......wow,” Barry fumbled, unable to properly form words as his gaze raked over your outfit. His eyes kept moving, flicking between your body and your eyes, doing his best not to stare. A quick elbow to the ribs from Iris had him quickly averting his gaze.

“What’s with the outfit?” the journalist asked, eyes looking you up and down curiously. You were always the more fashionable of the group, but this was...a bit much. You could admit it was though, the lace bustier with flowing high waisted shorts left little to the imagination and the heels that made your legs look like they went for miles certainly.....added to the appeal.

“Felt like dressing up,” you shrugged, dogging the truth easily. “I’m counting one less genius than usual,” you hummed, eyes shifting as you searched for your target.

“Oh? You mean the grouch?” Cisco scoffed as he came up beside you, arm tossing over your shoulder. “Where else would he be?” he mused, eyes unable to help themselves as they scanned you from top to bottom.

“Ramon!” the sharp gravel tone had everyone jumping to attention as they turned towards the entrance. “Where’s that tech I told you to work on?” Harry quipped, pacing into the Cortex with a frown etched into his features.

“Oh uh...yeah, tech...totally. Yup, definitely did that,” the boy fumbled, quickly removing his arm from your shoulders as he scrambled back to his desk.

You turned slowly, a hand coming to your hip as you cocked it, eyes lifting to Harry as you watched the way he glanced at you only to whip his head back to you. It took everything in your entire being not to laugh at the way his eyes nearly bugged out of his head before composing himself. Oh, playing hard to get was he? You could play that game.

“Hi Harry,” You cooed, watching the way he gave you a curt nod before looking away. The struggle not to look at you was visible to you and you reveled in it. Humming softly, you turned to Cisco, hips swaying as you moved. Several pairs of eyes followed your movement, watching as you placed your hands on Cisco’s desk, leaning over, shorts clinging to your round hips as you bent.

Harry’s teeth dug into his bottom lip as he watched your clothes ride up and cling just shy of giving him a view of what he wanted. He knew you were doing this on purpose, that you were testing him. His heart pounded hard in his chest as heat quickly flooded south. He wanted nothing more that to press you flat against that desk, to have your back arch and your a-.....NO. No, he couldn’t do this here.

Tearing his gaze away, Harry glanced about the too, hoping he wasn’t caught blatantly ogling you. He wouldn’t have to worry about that though, nearly everyone in the Cortex doing the very same. The heat that had once tightened in his groin now boiled beneath his skin as he watched the way Barry’s eyes followed your every movement and Cisco was certainly not looking at your eyes as you spoke. Jaw tight, Harry squeezed the marker in his hand. “Ramon! Today!”

This was going to be along day...

And long day it was. Did you know how it killed him to listen to them? To see them practically screwing you with their eyes. The only solace Harry had was knowing that only he would ever be able to touch you in the way they were very clearly dreaming of. Still, that didn’t quell his rising anger and thinning patience. He knew you were egging him on, that you were purposefully flaunting your body around just to get under his skin. Harry didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of winning, but as he heard Cisco flirt for the upteenth time and you giggle at the man’s pitiful humor, Harry thought he was going to lose it.

His movements were sharp as he glared at his equation on the clear board, writing and rewriting as he tried to keep distracted. It was not working -- to put it lightly, but the straw that broke the camel’s back was the loud smack that ran through the cortex followed by your yelp of surprise. The voice that followed had Harry seeing red.

“Damn girl! You fine!” Ralph’s voice filled the room, arm slinking back to his side from where he stood several feet away. “Name’s Ralph. New around here, but I gotta say, I like what I see,” he purred in what he believed to be a seductive tone.

Whipping around, Harry was ready to murder. “Out!” He snapped, point to the door. “Now!”

“Aw man, c’mon,” Ralph drawled, chuckling. Reading the room certainly hadn’t been taught to him as a child.

“If you value your ability to have children in the near future, I suggest you leave,” Harry growled out and, judging by the look on the brunette’s face, Ralph got the message loud and clear. Everyone grabbed their things in a flurry of movement, shuffling out of the room -- you included.

Of course it wouldn’t be that easy, a firm grip on your arm halting you in your steps. Several pitiful glances washed over you, but the glare in those pretty blues had them rushing out. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline leaving a soft tingle along your flesh. You were getting the reaction you wanted, hopefully the cookie would continue to crumble in your favor.

“I know what you’re doing,” Harry growled in your ear, a shiver racing down your spine.

“Oh? And what would that be?” you spoke with an innocent flutter of your lashes.

“Don’t you dare,” He growled, shoving you back against a nearby desk. Hands gripped your hips and tugged you close, eyes free to rake over your body now. “Wearing this, letting them eye fuck you all day,” he hissed, anger growing as he replayed their looks in his mind.

Smirking you looked up at the scientist through thick lashes. “Yeah? What you gonna do about it....daddy?” you purred. Harry’s eyes dilated at the name and in a swift movement he slammed you face first into the desk. The sound of ripped fabric had you objecting only for a hard smack stealing your breath away.

“..H-Harry,” you gasped, jolting at the second smack that reddened your cheeks. They were sharp and painful, yet the heat was undeniable as it pooled in your center.

“That’s not my name,” he grunted, another smack raining down onto your backside. The moan that whimpered past your sweet lips was music to his ears, heart beat pounding in his chest. All he was was you, all he felt was you, and he was going to make damn sure you felt him.

Your knees were weak, lips parted with hard gasps and cheeks red by the time you were flipped, a hard kiss stealing your breath away. You gave in easily, arms linking around Harry’s neck as his tongue forced it’s way into your mouth. He tasted every inch of you as hands scoured your body. Fingers dipped into the cups of your top, tugging down with no concern for the shreds of fabric he left in his wake. Lips parted with a wet smack only for his mouth to wrap around a pert nipple, the moan that tore from your throat striking him right in his core.

Fingers dove into Harry’s wild hair, back arching high as he sucked harshly. He knew exactly how to touch you to drive you wild. “Fuck....Harry,” you groaned. Almost immediately he popped free, dragging you down the desk as his hand caught your throat.

“That’s. Not. My. Name,” Harry hissed against your lips, eyes low. “Say it right,” He grunted, hand gripping your jaw now as he forced your eyes to gaze into his. “Say it.”

“....Harry,” you smirked, reveling in the way he growled and shoved your head back. His hands fumbled as he tugged his belt off and shoved his jeans down. There was no care in the way he flipped you, dragging you back to his hips as he folded over your back.

“You have one more chance, doll,” he whispered low in your ear. It was your last chance for redemption. A chance you weren’t going to take.

“Or what....Harry?” you gasped, chest heaving as you gulped down much needed air. The growl in your ear sent pleasure straight to your core.

“Just know...this is your fault,” he warned, cock pressing into your wet folds. In one hard thrust he was hilt deep, the scream of pleasure igniting a fire inside of him. You were tight and wet and....god he loved being inside of you. Hissing softly, Harry dragged his hips back before snapping his hips forwards. There was no time to adjust as he set a relentless pace. Your moans echoed around the empty Cortex, hands gripping the edge of the desk so tightly they were turning white.

“What’s....uhn...my name?” Harry grunted, head lifting to gaze down at where the two of you connected, watching himself disappear into your tight heat.

“Oh god....” you gasped, eyes fluttering as each thrust bounced you against the desk. It was hard to think, let alone speak, but you weren’t going to give Harry what he wanted. At least not yet. “H.....Harry,” you spoke with a soft gasp, knees weak as he growled. Fingers dove into your hair, wrapping around the strands as he tugged hard. Your back arched high, Harry’s free hand slamming down against your ass.

“Fuck daddy!” you cried out, knees buckling. Harry smirked behind you, repeating the action and reveling in the moans that filtered from your lips. They were so sinfully sweet. He couldn’t get enough.

“Say it again,” He rasped in your ear, his breathlessness making you whimper. He was so deliciously rough when he was riled up.

“...Yes daddy,” you whined, yelping at the sudden hard thrust. God it felt so good. So so good.

“You’re mine and no one else’s,” Harry huffed, hand releasing your hair. Arms wrapped around your middle as you felt his face tuck into the curve of your neck.

“Yours,” you mumbled incoherently as he thrust hard and fast. One arm braced you against the table, the other reaching back to comb through Harry’s hair, mewling as he hit a particularly sensitive place. “Daddy~!” you whined, hips pressing back to meet each thrust. “Right there,” You gasped.

“Okay baby,” Harry breathed, hand sliding down your curves to your hip to keep that angle. Your cries grew in volume as he abused that sensitive spot and soon you couldn’t hold back. “Daddy.....oh god....Daddy! Daddy I’m...oh!...oh god!....oh...fuck!...fuck!.....Daddy!” Head tossing back, your grip on Harry’s hair tightened as your walls clenched hard around his cock. Your orgasm crashed into you in waves, entire body trembling as you mewled Harry’s name.

His orgasm was right behind yours, cock twitching with each thick rope he coated your walls with. Hard thrusts slowed to a halt as the two of you slumped against the desk. Silence encompassed your tired forms as your hearts settled and breathing regulated.

“Babe?” you hummed, turning in what small space you were allowed.

“Mmm?” Harry mumbled, face still tucked (happily) in the curve of your neck.

“.....Can I borrow some clothes?” you asked softly, voice unable to breach a whisper.

“Oh now you want to be covered?” Harry quipped, peeking at you with a smirk in his eyes.

“Harry...” you whined, only to feel his chuckle rumbled against your back.

“From now on, that outfit is only for me to see,” he grumbled, partially serious as lips met in a gentle kiss.

“Yes Daddy,” you muttered softly, giggling at the way his eyes dilated at the name.

Harry Wells - You are his eldest daughter.

“They aren’t that bad.” You picked lint off of a STAR labs hoodie, “They’re actually really nice if you get to know them. Like Cisco he’s really smart and funny.”

Harry turned to you quickly snapping, “We are not here to make friends.”

“No we’re here because you decided that some science project was more important then making time for your family.” You snapped back at him as you pointed, “Now because of you, you created some monster, you helped create Zoom! Now, Jesse is trapped and we’re here in a different reality!”

“Universe.” He corrected you with out hesitation something he always did. He was always so much harsher with you, “And I know that I have made some mistakes, but there is no way for me to have known...”

“I know!” You shook your head tearing up as so much anger began to surface. You had begged him to come home so many nights to just spend time with them. To at least see Jesse, but his work always trumped them, “But you never do...you never know anything...when mom died you didn’t know anything either...and now...”

“Dad if Jesse...” his heart began to break as he watched big tears fall down your young cheeks.

He stepped forward pulling you into a tight hug, “I’m going to get her back...I’m going to save her and we are going to go home...and I’m going to be better.”

You’d heard it before, you pushed him away after a moment, “Just...get her home...these people can help...let them.”

Harry watched you walk out quickly. He hung his head putting his hands over his face as he tried to get his composure back. He knew he’d pretty much lost you after his wife died. He put too much on you...and now...

He cleared his throat as Cisco walked in, “Hey I just saw Y/N...she seemed upset. Is everything okay?”

“She’s fine.” Harry glared at him a little, “She’s strong...”

“I know.” Cisco smiled, “Probably gets it from her mom right?”

A Crissy/ Harry Wells smut fic

“Harry, I can’t find it!” cried out a seemingly distressed Crissy as she frantically searched for her phone. He looked up from his computer and took in her form. She was wearing a skin tight purple tank top and a very short black pleated skirt. “I suppose you want me to call it then?” came the dry response of the dark haired man who secretly drove her wild. “Yes! Oh..but wait, can you use the star labs phone?” she asked with a hint of worry. Harry didn’t catch the slight pleading in her tone and whipped out his own cell phone. He felt a familiar vibration coming from under a stack of papers on the desk near his computer and looked up to see Crissy bent over a chair, rummaging through her desk drawers.

Harry (post “Distraction”) trying to comfort Tracy after HR dies, the whole time he can’t help but wonder how reader would react if he died?

A continuation of Distraction/Assurance!

You sat at a computer in the cortex of STAR Labs clacking away at a key board. You had decided to help Cisco with some relay issues. When in reality you were trying to wrap your head around the fact that you’d seen Harry’s name on a grave stone and lost a good friend to the speed force.

You sighed glancing over at your two lovely children sleeping in a play pen next to you. Ronnie was getting so big and her little brother Liam wasn’t far behind. 

You looked back over to your work finding it harder to concentrate. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long for a distraction. You smiled at Harry walking into the room hands deep in his pockets and shoulders slumped indicating he was in deep thought, “Babe?”

He looked up at you and smiled, “Hm?”

“You okay?” You spoke quietly watching him walk over to the play pen. He didn’t answer as he readjusted the blankets on the children.

Finally he stood up staring at them, “Do you…have a plan…if something happens…”

Your eyes got wide and you stood up reaching for his hand, “Harry stop…”

He looked down at you holding onto his hand before looking into your eyes, “Seeing how hurt Tracy is…seeing…seeing her pain. I don’t…You should have a plan.”

“Stop.” You shook your head shutting your eyes.

“Y/N, you should have a plan. Our lives…”

“Stop!” Your eyes snapped open as you dropped his hand making him fall silent. His mouth fell open a little when you put your hands on his face, “Stop…I’m not losing you.”

“Y/N…” He watched you begin to tear up.

“No…” You shook your head as you felt his hands find your arms, “I lost you…I lost you once and you lost me once…we’re not doing this. We are not going to lose one another. Not until we are old and grey and we have 11 grand kids.”

“11?” His eye brows shot up.

“11! and you will be at every birth…every one of them.” You felt a tear fall down your cheek, “And you will hold all of them and even a couple great grand children.”

He smiled at you moving his hands up to your neck drawing you close into a kiss. He loved you so much and he knew that you loved him just the same. The thought of you being alone without him…raising his children alone…

“Boop!” You stood there watching, stunned that your child had just ‘booped’ your boyfriend of two weeks in the nose. He wasn’t really the super touchy feely guy. 

As a matter of fact you weren’t sure if he was touchy at all.

You were ready to step in to defend your child. Ready to tell this great genius of a man off and to promptly lose your number.

But then it happened.

Harry Wells smiled and reached out making a playful growling noise as he began to chase your baby around the room. Again you stood there shocked and in awe.

He was everything you needed in a man at that moment. Strong, sturdy, independent, smart, endearing, carefree, and as a bonus he looked good with out his shirt on.

Not that you had admired him at all when he came into medi center for a discreet reset of his thumb now and then...or when he needed to be wrapped up when his rips were bruised...or when he was stabbed...

Jesus... you thought to yourself... I sure know how to pick them.

No it wasn’t his physique that caught your attention. It was when he very easily had talked a drug addict down from pretty much slitting your throat for norcos. 

You had jokingly said,  “I owe you coffee.” 

He had dryly replied, “Ya you do.”

At first you thought he was joking...then noticed he wasn’t. You cleared your throat and told him when you got off work. 

It was a start of something you didn’t know could happen. 

When he came in as a patient he didn’t say much. Just informed you of what was wrong and you fixed it. Over coffee he was a completely different person. He seemed genuinely interested in you and seemed passionate about what he did. 

He was handsome in all his expressions and flirtations. It was wonderful thing to feel, being listened too and interested in.

You were afraid that when you brought up Ash he’d bolt. Instead he asked questions about school and interests. Told you all about his daughter Jesse.

Two weeks ago you didn’t think you’d be in a room getting chased by a toddler and a grown man. You never imagined that you’d be caught in a pair of strong arms looking into a pair of caring blue eyes expressing all the things you couldn’t say in front of children. 

But here you stood, standing astounded at how right his lips felt against yours, your baby expressing disdain behind you.

Imagine losing the man you loved...and getting a second change to see him again.

Things rarely worked out like they were planned...

You stared at your wedding band between your fingers. You’d wanted to put it on again and feel the lightness you once felt. However, you knew it would just feel heavy and cold.

You slid it on staring at the jewel you once thought was so clear and pretty. Now it was dull and unimportant...

You stared at your hand feeling your nose begin to tickle. You reached over to pull it off when a bright light flashed in your living room. 

You stood up the wind from this light blowing everything around the room. You stared at it and as you took a step back you realized this whirling vortex wasn’t blowing it was sucking.

Your feet began to slide against the carpet. You reached for the couch with no avail, your fingernails just scraped across the fabric. 

“No...no no... not like this...” You cried as you fell getting sucked through. 

Everything was a blurring mess as you tried to grab onto anything to stop from falling. Faces and images started to appear around you. Was this your life flashing before your eyes, was this what he saw too? As things became too overwhelming you shut your eyes hoping it would just end.

“Be careful!” You heard someone hissing.

“She fell through the breach...we have to help her.” 

“I thought they were all closed...”

“Jesse...go get help.”

“I am help.” Jesse hissed.

“Jesse...” Your eyes opened up slowly the bright lights only allowing you to view a silhouette of a man above you. His face turned to you as your eyes began to adjust slowly, “Oh...it’s okay, you’re safe.”

“Wh...” You started to sit up.

“Stay still.” You felt his hand gently hold you down, “You hit your head pretty hard.

You looked back at him again as his face came into full view, “Harry?”

He looked at you surprised, “...I...I’ll explain once we get you someplace safe, but I’m not your Harrison Wells.”

“How...” You started to tear up, “Is this a joke?”

“No.” He shook his head pushing up his glasses, “I’m afraid not...”

“Dad...” You both felt a wind against your faces, “ambulance is on the way.”

“Thank you Jesse.” He smiled a little before looking at you again.

You looked over to a young woman then back to him, “What is going on?”

He squinted a little, “You fell through what we call a breach, a portal...it may sound strange, but somehow our worlds connected...it brought you here, outside my lab.”

You looked around. Everything looked the same...everything...felt real. Then you looked at him. He looked the same too.

You felt a tear fall down your face, “You’re sure I’m not dead...”

He laughed a little a small smile appearing in his eyes, “I assure you, you are not.”