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Me acting surprised when, I become attracted to the most vile unredeemable villain, again.
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
⋆。𖦹°‧★ You caught his eye one day, and he never looked away. He might be polished under the glare of studio lights, but when you’re together, there’s no filter that can erase his devotion for you.
⋆。𖦹°‧★ The secrecy has always been about protecting his image. Unless you're a first-rate supe, your tryst would crack the illusion he’s built. “They wouldn’t understand,” he said once, tracing lazy circles on your wrist. “They want somebody bulletproof, not a lapdog.”
⋆。𖦹°‧★ Once, Ashley walked in without knocking. You were lying under him, sheets tangled. Homelander didn’t flinch. He just turned his head and smiled that bright, boyish smile that made the crowds holler. “Hey, Ashley! Do you mind?” he said. She stammered, face pale, but his tone never shifted. “Word gets out, I’ll pop your eyes out with my thumbs. Okay?” When the door slammed shut, he just laughed softly and brushed a kiss to your temple. “See? Problem solved.”
⋆。𖦹°‧★ He’s always charming and pleasant to talk to. He’ll brush your hair behind your ear with fingers that have snapped bones before. “You know how special you are to me, right?” he’ll say. He's tender so long as you keep on his good side.
⋆。𖦹°‧★ He loves asserting his control. For dates, he'll decide the time, place, and length of your meeting. “Can’t have you calling the shots, sweetheart,” he says with that soft, smug grin that makes your pulse spike. It's a facade, though. Call the shots, and you'll have him wrapped around your finger.
⋆。𖦹°‧★ He spoils you with expensive gifts. He finds patriotism romantic and is sure that every token is red, white, blue, or flashing a national emblem.
⋆。𖦹°‧★ Sometimes he hovers outside your window at night, just to watch you sleep. You never see him, but can feel his eyes. If you bring it up, he'll just tilt his head, amused. “Guess you’re just dreaming about me, huh?”
⋆。𖦹°‧★ The man is starved for love. Show him your heart, and he's yours. Loyalty is fundamental, so expect him to stand behind you always.
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Tell him he's your national anthem.
When he’s a red flag but you need him
get out. And take your sad weird bisexual man with you

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“apologist.” “critical.” y’all are doing too much. when my favorite characters do evil reprehensible shit I simply don’t fucking care cause it’s not real
Sometimes a WIP fic just gets away from you... Have an edit...
Collage, before my choice additions:
god I just. love ruthlessness as a character trait so much. sexy sexy sexy
this one. absolutely in love with this definition. give me a character who thinks like this and I’ll love them to pieces
he's a monstrous heartless villain to YOU. he's a pinup girl to me
ok, because i just saw a terrible take, i feel compelled to say that there is no "fic market" to "oversaturate" in fandom. good gravy.
i need everyone reading this post to remember that writing is not "content." writing is art. you don't look at a painting of an ocean and say "eh, it's overdone." you look at it and think its beautiful, because it is, and y'all better start treating writing the same fucking way before you lose your favorite authors for good.
Art is not something to be capitalized on. Stop treating it like it is.
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I think the thing that makes Eobard Thawne stand out so much as a villain is that he just spends all day, every day, hating the Flash. He has no grand master plan, no evil ideology, no end goal of any kind. He’s just this empty, rotting pit of hatred and there’s nothing else in there. He has no friends. He has no life. Even Lex Luthor has a job. Thawne has nothing but hating the Flash. He has nearly infinite godlike power and uses it specifically and solely to attack, dismantle, endanger, humiliate, and make miserable every second of every day of the Flash’s life from birth to death. He’ll kill his mother, he’ll push him down the stairs, he’ll alienate his friends, he’ll ruin his baseball game, he’ll stalk him, he’ll bully him as a child, he’ll harrass him as an adult, he’ll write him a weird text, he’ll kidnap his girlfriend, he’ll hold him up in traffic, he’ll shuffle his timeline like playing cards until he finds the perfect sequence of events to make the Flash’s life as miserable as possible, as early as possible, in every way possible, and as consistently as possible. This is the only thing he does and he has absolutely nothing else in his life. He is literally a hater, and his only motivation is to be a hater, and if he hadn’t picked the Flash to be a hater about he would be a hater about someone else. Incredible. Literally no one else is doing it like him and thank God.
17 for the mystery one with og Eobard Thawne can I make a small request that the reader be a hero speedster but from Thawne's time?
"I love you. And I know you may never feel the same, but that's okay"
Warnings for implied sex and mild angst
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Wind burned your cheeks as you sped through the city, weaving between cars, running up and down buildings, the world around you a blur of steel and lights. Your only focus was on the red streak of lightning in front of you; close but always just out of reach. You followed it, Speed Force coursing through your veins and dancing yellow across your suit.
Running towards the outskirts of the city, you cut off to one side, running around and doubling back on yourself at just the right second to collide with your quarry from the left, slamming him against the wall of the derelict building you’d both ended up in.
“Enough!” You growled, pinning him against the metal with an arm pressed to his throat. “No more running, Thawne.”
The Reverse-Flash laughed, reaching up and tugging down his cowl. “Oh, but you love the chase, don’t you, Y/N?”
You pressed him harder into the wall. “No.”
“Liar.” He reached to remove you of your own mask. You let him.
You hated that he was right.
“Shut up.”
“Make me.” You hated that damned smirk.
“No. We’re not doing that anymore.”
“You keep saying that, yet here we are.”
“I had to stop you. You didn’t give me a choice.”
“I always give you a choice.” He did. Maybe that was the worst part. You always wanted it, always enjoyed it. Sometimes you wished you could go back to the days when he was only Professor Thawne to you, the colleague whose smile gave you butterflies. It was simpler then.
Because this? This you hated. You hated how easily you let him break free. Hated the way you moaned when he pinned you instead. Hated the way his lips pressed against your own. Hated how good and warm his hands felt as they slipped under your suit. Hated that you trusted him not to kill you. Hated that you loved him.
Though it had never been spoken, the love had bloomed during the simpler days when you didn’t know who the other really was, and despite it all, despite knowing the things he’d done, you’d never been able to rid yourself of it. Maybe you hated that most of all.
Eobard smiled when you were done; the same one that used to make you giddy. He ran fingers through his hair, trying to right the mess you’d made of it to no avail. You expected him to leave. He always did. And you’d report back, saying you’d gotten into a fight, but he’d ultimately gotten away.
Instead, you found yourself back against the wall, Eobard trailing a bare finger down your cheek. “I love you,” he whispered. The words hung heavy in the air, having never before been uttered. “And I know you may never feel the same, but I’m okay with that. Because I’m going to fix it.”
“What?”
He chuckled, leaning in close. “I’m going to set things right. Make it so you’re free of the Flash’s influence. Then, you’ll be free of the hate and doubt that comes with us. Maybe then you’ll love me back.”
He was gone in a burst of red, leaving you slumped against the metal, mind racing. What was he going to do?
Oh.
Oh shit.
#10 with og Eobard Thawne or H.R. Wells? 👀💕
"I trust you with my life."
~
The wall next to your head singed black as you narrowly avoided the laser blast. Bolting around the corner and up the next flight of stairs, your footsteps were drowned out by the chorus of stampeding boots right behind you. You reached the next lext, feet barely hitting the landing before the door for that floor burst open and even more security poured out.
You were forced to keep going up and up, passing floor after floor, desperately dodging the firing guns as you went.
Hitting a button on the device you wore on your wrist, you heard the crackle in your ear. "Eo!"
"Y/N? You shouldn't be making contact yet."
"Yeah, I know!" You skidded around the corner, leaving the last floor behind you. Only a straight ascension to the roof was left. "I got the files but they caught me! I'm trapped in here and they're gaining!"
"Where are you in the building?"
"Stairwell!"
"You can make it to the roof?"
You looked up, less than a floor away. "Just about."
"Good. Get there."
Your lungs burned in protest as you doubled your efforts, taking three steps at once to get to the roof access in record time. Slamming the door shut and bolting it, you felt it shudder from the shots on the other side. Locking it only bought you a few seconds. "I'm here, what now?"
"Run to the North edge and jump."
"What?!"
"Do you trust me?"
The door shook again, jostling you with the impact.
"I trust you with my life."
"North edge. Jump."
Pushing off the door you sprinted away a moment before it was smashed open, gunfire surrounding you and nipping at your heels once again.
The edge and fifty storey drop below it approached far too quickly. Taking as deep a breath as your sore lungs would allow, you summoned the courage to keep moving and not skid to a halt.
Your foot hit the last bit of concrete, and you used the momentum to launch yourself off.
For a split moment it felt like you were floating.
Then you plummeted.
You fell so fast you couldn't even scream, the floors flying past you in a blur.
You didn't even register the red lightning before you were in Eobard's arms, moving up even faster than you'd been falling, then back down again. The roads and streets sped by until suddenly you were in the base Reverse Flash called home.
Gasping for breath, you kept your arms locked tightly around his shoulders until he pried you away.
"Are you hurt?" He asked, setting you down.
"No...no I'm fine. Thank you for catching me."
"Thank you for trusting me." Eo yanked back his cowl and pulled you in for a kiss.
You melted into it, finally feeling your heart rate come back down to normal. When you stepped back, you smiled, and pulled the small USB from your gauntlet. "Now what do you say we get to work?"
Eobard returned the smile. "Let's get to it."
You chuckled, kissing your partner in crime again. You loved your life.
You have been a member of the Legends since the beginning. But as more and more new people were joining and the old ones are going, you no longer felt at home.
Especially with Rip's disappearance - because he was the one, who first brought you into his mission - you could no longer call the Waverider your home.
But where should you go?
The team has already experienced several encounters with the Reverse-Flash.
Eobard Thawne, as you came to know him, encounteres you in a fierce battle that was coming to an end. You were in danger of losing and noone came to your aid.
When you were lying on the ground, Eobard paused.
You didn't know that he could look into your soul through your eyes and see both your loneliness and your suffering.
Something about you reminded him of himself. He felt connected to you.
At the right moment, when the Legends could not keep an eye on you, eobard helped you on your feet, hugging you tightly and whispering in your ear. He assured you that he would not harm you, for he wanted nothing more than to give your eyes new life.
You were faced with an decision to make.
Nothing held you to the Legends any longer. You only wanted a life full of joy, bliss and love.
Only one could give you that.
Eobard Thawne.
You accepted his offer.
Taking you in his arms and attracting all eyes by this act he ran.
Leading you to your happiness.
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"Why me?"
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It had been a peaceful evening of paperwork and binge watching your new favorite show after a good dinner, and soon, you were thinking about a long relaxing bath before bed. The perfect kind of night, in your opinion. Of course, when things were going so smoothly, you should’ve known better than for it to remain that way.
Just as you were preparing to head into the bathroom, a burst of red lightning sped into the living room, nearly giving you a heart attack even if you should’ve been used to it by now. It vanished almost as quickly as it appeared, leaving the man behind it all stumbling forward across the floor in a blurred mess.
Now that was unusual.
“Eobard?!” You rushed over to him, grabbing him by the arm when his legs gave out the second he stopped vibrating. “Eobard, what’s wrong?” You were no scientist or Doctor, you had no idea how to help him.
Grunting, Eobard reached with his free hand to tug back his cowl. His face was flushed and sweaty. “Injected with something,” he said through gritted teeth, letting you help heave him onto your sofa. “I need to rest. Sleep it off.”
“Will that work?”
He nodded, collapsing onto the soft material. “Speed healing.”
“Right. Right, yeah. Can I get you something to help?”
No answer.
He’d already passed out.
Watching him for a few minutes, until you decided he seemed relatively at ease, you then went into the kitchen to brew up a pot of coffee. You were in for a long night it seemed.
Despite the caffeine, you were still half asleep when Eobard suddenly woke up. He sat up, running a hand through his hair while you dashed in front of him.
“Hey, take it easy! How are you feeling?”
“Better. My body has worked the poison out of me.”
“Good.” You sat on the coffee table in front of him. “What happened?”
“It’s complicated.”
Of course, it was. “Then why come here?”
“I needed someplace to recover.”
“Why me?”
“You were closest.”
Your stomach dropped a little. You shouldn’t really have expected anything else, yet it still hurt that he only came out of convenience.
A gloved hand came up to cup your cheek, coaxing you up to look into his blue eyes. “And because I knew I could trust you.”
You smiled, leaning into his touch. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’m sorry it took this for me to come.”
“It’s okay. You’ve...got a lot to do.”
“I’ll have to go soon. I need to analyse the dart that poisoned me.”
That you had been expecting. “Okay.”
“They’re no doubt still searching for me though. It isn’t safe to run.”
You nodded, “I’ve got some spare clothes you can use.”
“Or I could stay until the heat dies down.”
“Really?”
Eobard pulled you forward until you were straddling his lap. “Really.”
Maybe it was a good night after all.

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The Unholy Trinity of “Why do I Want to Bang You?” Part One
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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