#bart allen imagine

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Part 💯 two 💯 my boy don’t get enough content

Shut up! | Bart Allen x villain!reader

Minors Do Not Interact

Warnings: Smut time baby! Blood, bondage, whimpering men. Dom! Reader and Sub!Bart Smacking! Aged up characters!

a/n: Sorry it took me a minute to write the part 2! Enjoy! Mwah!

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Bart leaned into the kiss, moaning as he did so. The sudden clash of teeth causing him to wince.

You brought the knife back up to chest and gently skimmed it against his skin. Feeling his breath hitch against your lips before relaxing slightly.

You pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your lips. “You ready to make this sound real?” You ask.

“Oh, one hundred percent. You know I’ve always been a fan of this kind of role play but have never really thought I’d be living it ou-“

you cut off his rambling with a smack, a loud Audible smack, causing him to yelp.

you gave him a look, “remember what I said? Sound real.” You gave him a stern look.

You go to hit him again, gentler than before. A small sound was made against his skin, but he loudly winces.

“Not working.” You whispered. “Your noises sound fake.” You state.

Impulse suddenly blushes heavily and looked into your eyes with his innocent ones.

“I liked it when you pulled my hair.” He whispered, his innocence disappeared and his mischievous smile was back. “But you should do randomly, catch me off guard. In the meantime, use that knife.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down again.

You made a quick decision and smack him again, hard. He yelled again than turned back to you with a shocked look.

“What? You said to catch you off guard.” You say.

“Ok, when I said that I meant with th-“

You quickly leaned down and connected your lips again. He melted into the kiss, leaning up to press against you harder.

“Shut. Up.” You said as you pulled him back towards you desperately.

You wouldn’t say that men whimpering or yelling in pain has ever turned you on before, but when Impulse does it, it went straight to your aching core.

You pulled back again, leaving Impulse breathless. You moved the knife over to his other shoulder and quickly cut the fabric of his suit.

“there was a zipper in the back.” He said

you ripped the rest of his suit with your bare hands and pulled it off his shoulders and chest.

“Someone’s eager.” He smirks.

“And someone’s not gonna cum if they don’t shut the fuck up.” You say, staring into his eyes, causing him to zip up quickly.

You ran your cold hands down his bare chest causing him to shiver.

You felt his hard on press against you threw both of your suits. You gently rutted against him and brought your knife back to his other shoulder.

Bart felt you cut a small, shallow cut and then another one next to it, than another.

He looked down to find you writing your name on his skin. That, plus the constant slow rutting against him and he couldn’t help it.

He let out a loud moan. taking this chance, you quickly grabbed ahold of his long hair and gave it a sharp tug.

Causing Bart to moan the loudest moan you had ever heard a man moan.

you whimpered but try to mask it under you leaning down to suck at his neck. But Bart noticed how your hips sped up against his own.

Bart was practically vibrating in his chair, he just didn’t want to accidentally vibrate out of his restraints. He could at any moment if he wanted to. Of course, you didn’t know that. He didn’t want you to know that he let you catch him every time.

He rather much enjoyed being subject to your torture. Though he is sure he’s getting special treatment.

You pulled back from his neck to slow down your pace. Impulse whimpered pathetically, bucking his hips trying to get some friction.

You simply grind on him slowly taking you time before each hip roll. Your hair goes into his hair, he seemingly expects you to pull on it but you don’t.

You look at his hair, noticing how soft it was in the roughness of your hand. How the color was a mix between brown and red. How the long pieces framed his face.

You eyes than traveled south to his. You looked into them, unobstructed by his goggles, and studied them. The golden brown eyes you saw before were almost completely cover by his pupils.

You noticed the dark blush on his cheeks. The light freckles that lay underneath it. You had never noticed them before.

“You’re beautiful.” You say breathlessly, completely losing your focus on punishing him.

The expression in his eyes shifts from lustful to surprised. His blush darkens even more as he whimpers again, staring intensely into your eyes as he bucks his hips faster.

You comply with his silent plea but decide to do if differently. You slide off his lap and onto the floor. He whines loudly in protest and struggles against the ropes.

His body was vibrating with anticipation. But he willed himself to stay in the restraints, taking Wally’s advice to not be so impulsive. Though this is probably not what Wally had in mind.

You took your blade again and cut open the pants of his costume. Ripping away the material til you left staring at Impulses hard and leaking cock.

He was fairly large for a guy as lean and short as him. Enough to surprise you.

Your brain started turning and you figured to get real authentic sounds out of him, you have to play along with his little fantasy he mentioned earlier. If he likes to talk, he should have a taste of his own medicine.

“You’re so big.” You said as you lean down to take his coal in your hand, he had a fair amount of girth to him.

You looked him in the eye and took his cock in your mouth. You sucked on the tip as he whimpered loudly.

“Ah, such a good boy.” You said as you lick around the sides of his dick.

he moans again trying to sound in pain but he really just sounded more pathetic.

you stood up and pulled the zipper at the front of your jumpsuit all the way down, revealing your tits and skimpy underwear to him.

He moaned again and started vibrating faster. He willed himself to not move.

“Impulse,” you say and look him in the eye. “I know you can get out of there,” you say causing his eyes to widen. “Come get me.”

That’s all that it took. before you knew it. Your back was on the ground backed and Impulse was onto of you also naked.

His hand were running all over your body, vibrating as they went.

His lips connected with yours, kissing you fast and hard. Teeth clashing as he deepened the kiss.

You wrap your arms around his waist and roll so your on top.

“Careful,” you warn “I’m in charge.” You say, holding his face in your hands.

He leans up so he’s in a sitting position, you move him so he’s leaning against the wall, kept upright.

You take his cock in your hand and line it up with your entrance. You push your hand through his hair, feeling the smooth thick strands.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him.

Bart felt like his brain was gonna explode. The tight warmth around his cock felt so amazing. He closed his eyes, too satisfied with the pleasure he was experiencing.

His daydream was cut short by a sharp tug on his hair, causing him to yelp loudly.

he opened his eyes to see you smirk before you started ridding him hard and fast.

You felt him hit a spot no one had hit before and let out an accidental loud whine. Bart thrusted his hips up, trying to here you make thoses sounds again.

“You feel so good Y/N.” He moaned as he leaves down to suck on your neck.

You were moaning too loud for people not to hear you, too lost in the pleasure.

“Stop.” You said and yanked his head back by his hair, causing him to wince loudly.

“Im sorry. Im sorry.” He struggled to say as you sped up your hips.

“Ah! Im such a whore for you.” He moaned as you pet his head.

you felt the pleasure building up inside you.

“Are you c-close?” You manage to say as your hips tried to keep up the pace they set.

“So close.” He panted “You feel so good.”

You pulled his head towards yours, connecting your mouths. Impulse moaned as he kissed you back sloppily.

You felt his dick twitch inside you before his cum shot into you.

He picked up your hips and started fucking himself back into you, whimpering at the overstimulation.

He felt you clench down on him before you finally came on his cock, with a cry of his hero name on your lips. Enough to fuel his late night hornyness for months to come.

You pulled him close to you as he buried his face in your chest. You sighed and kissed his forehead.

“You better put our clothes back on so I can pretend to the guys out there that I beat you to a pulp.” You said laughing to yourself about the odds of them believing it.

“Did I make some good noises?” Impulse asked as he looked up at you with a shit eating grin.

“Did I fucking stutter?” You ask again. The fear strict in his eyes as with in a blink of an eye, you had your clothes back on, though your zipper was left open a bit at the top, showing cleavage.

You looked at impulse with an unamused expression, only to see his grin in return as he held up the ripped parts of his suit.

“Ok scram Impulse. Pretend to be hurt as you run past Butch.” You say as if you didn’t just fuck the man you’ve been crushing on you a year.

He nodded and ran out the door, screaming in agony as he did. You laughed to yourself and zipped your jumpsuit the rest of the way up.

You did wish you had more time to properly treat him after that though. But the guys down the hall will get suspicious with the amount of time you spent in boarding on silence with the hero.

———

“Hey Bart! What are you doing h- Woah!” Tim said as he saw Barts disheveled state.

“Bart what happened?” He asked concerned as he quickly grabbed his cape off his back and put it over Bart.

“So I was running right, and all of a sudden I trip and I fall and I get tan right over by a lawn mower.” Bart rambled quickly as he tried to cover himself up with cape.

“Bart how are you always getting into this Looney Toons level shit? Like out of all my friends, of course you get tan over by a lawn mower.” Tim ranted as he went to get Bart so clothes to run home in.

“Yea it’s crazy! It’s like I’m living a dream.” He said to Tim. “Awetkindofdream.” Bart said quickly.

“what?”

“what?”

“forget it.” Tim said as he grabbed Bart as sweatshirt.

——

sorry I need it quick, I’m heading to comic con tomorrow morning and wanted to finish it before then.

[gatorbites-imagines]

 DC characters and what kind of yandere I think they would be

Let me know what other characters you want me to add.

Some of my headcanons probably wont fit other well-known ones in the dc fandom, but it is what it is.

Ill be basing the different kinds of yanderes off this post.

Bruce Wayne: Overprotective, manipulative. delusional, depending on the situation.

Dick Grayson: Obsessive and possessive.

Jason Todd: Clingy and obsessive.

Tim Drake: Delusional and obsessive.

Damian Wayne: Possessive and clingy.

 Clark Kent: Overprotective and clingy.

Conner Kent/Kon-El: Impulsive and obsessive.

Jonathan “Jon” Kent: Clingy and impulsive.

 Hal Jordan: Delusional and obsessive.

Kyle Rayner: Obsessive and clingy.

Guy Gardner: Impulsive and possessive.

 Barry Allen: Delusional and overprotective.

Wally West: Obsessive and possessive.

Bart Allen: Impulsive and delusional.

 Oliver Queen: Overprotective and manipulative.

Roy Harper: Possessive and overprotective.

 Michael Jon Carter: Delusional and obsessive.

Ted Kord: Overprotective and clingy.

 Slade Wilson: Impulsive and sadistic.

Eobard Thawne: Sadistic and self-indulgent.

Harvey Dent: Obsessive and overprotective.

Killer Croc/Waylon Jones: Possessive and impulsive.

[nouearth]

obsession.

bart allen x male reader headcanon.

wc: 0.6k. genre: angst. warnings: obsessed!reader, stalker!reader, possessive!reader.

a/n: sorry it's so short (and sucky). ;; i've honestly been in a slump and i constantly feel like my writing isn't that good, LOL. it's been hitting hard the past few weeks, but maybe i just need to get some inspiration.

request: anon.

—it was dumb of you to feel this way. 

—pathetic, if you were to insult yourself. you already have many times, so once more wouldn’t hurt.

—jealousy was not a vocabulary in your book. in your world, you trusted your partners, as they had trusted you. thankfully, every one of your relationships had ended on mutual terms. 

—you were even still friends with a few of them.

—so, the fact that you were possessive over bart sent tremors to the spine of your book. 

—it snapped, cracked, and allowed the loose pages to be carried by wind and drafted somewhere into the ocean. 

—pages of feelings, deep and dizzying ones that kept you up all night until you had vertigo. and even when you were sick of those feelings, it only made you want him more. 

—as if bart allen could pacify the swirls of your mind, or find the missing pages to your book. whether he could or couldn’t, it wouldn’t matter because he would be yours now. 

—he’s mine.

—you remembered thinking that to yourself when a girl that you’ve seen before, two times now, batted her pretty eyelashes, licked her pretty lips, bounced her pretty hair at bart.

—it was the same ordeal. rinse and repeat, and it always caught him in a laugh, a gleeful smile.

—you wished it was directed towards you, curated solely for you. 

—he’s just being nice. you convinced yourself.

—bart is only for you.

—you didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you. the only reason you did was because the barista called his name.

—bart. what an interesting name.

—since then, he’s hooked you like bait. 

—iced caramel macchiato, you muttered one day. 

—it was his usual. an extremely sugary drink, but considering bart always looked like he came in after a run, it was a reward that he treated himself to at least twice a week.

—and twice a week, you’d come. wednesdays and fridays. 

—you’ve been wasting more money than ever, sipping on poorly brewed coffee that you could brew better at home.

—but it was worth it. all worth it.

—to see bart.

—always chipper, always tipped, and always…

—always had that girl come in and steal what could’ve been his dedicated attention towards you.

—you balled your hand into a fist, watching from your usual corner. 

—he doesn’t fucking know you. can’t you see he’s uncomfortable? leave him alone.

—your breath hiked when her hand gently rested on his shoulder in the brief moment they shared a laugh.

—you wished you and bart could too. 

—you swallowed hard on the fifth day, when the girl handed her phone to him.

—you wished you had his number.

—you breathed harder when on the sixth day, he no longer visited the café anymore because he had no reason to anymore.

—you wished you were his reason. 

—another week passed, and you would wait every day now.

—anxiously and desperately as you gulped down bart’s favorite drink.

—it was the only way you could remember him.

—be a part of him.

—and the drink had never tasted so bitter until the last week.

—the last day.

—they held hands as they entered the café.

—one honey latte, please.

—all right, and for you, sir?

—uh, can i get one chai tea? that’s your favorite right, babe?

—for the very first time, you didn’t wish for anything.

—instead, you left, threw your drink in the trash, and grumbled.

—for the very first time, you’d take your wishes into your own hands and squeezed them into pulps, into demands.

—you.—will.—be.—mine.

© nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[yourmomxx]

Bernard: I wish we could block people in real life

Tim: Restraining order

Bart: Murder.

[catmanbowser]

They’re mocking tim <3

[hijinxinprogress]

YJ is not allowed on social media

Most capes have like an official hero social bc people just leave comments like ‘captain colds out again no class?? 👀’ instead of flagging down a hero or getting the police to get the nearest hero so most crimes are discovered through viral videos

And yj decides that they need to be on social media so they make ig and tiktok accounts which somehow led to them running a smear campaign against Lex while he was running for president

it’s mostly videos of Cassie in a superman onesie flying around pretending to save damsel in distress!Kon while Bart in an ill fitting bald cap is sitting behind a desk clearly made of cardboard as he mutters about how he’ll show everyone the truth and petting a picture of a cat with drawn on angry eyebrows then the video cuts to Bart way too close to the camera saying ‘A vote for Lex Luthor is a vote against happiness’ then the video ends with Cassie in the same superman onesie with a lightning bolt taped to the front of it claiming ‘this message was endorsed by captain marvel’ [a week later captain marvel makes a posts responding to the video in a captain marvel onesie reaffirming Cassie’s claim]

[itsrydagain]

merry crimis

[clambuoyance]

[DC] learned that Ryan evans (Lucas grabeel) plays Conner kent in the Smallville show…and now I can’t stop imagining the yj squad singing HSM songs 😭

[vampiregokudera]

YoungJusticeFashionWeek2024 day 4 - Uniform. Any kind from anywhere

It is required by law that Bart be put into a cheerleading uniform.

Greta is wearing my local national railway worker uniform which i always think looks sooo pretty 🥰

As for Kon... ahahahahaha *puts the blorbo into retail work*

[pup-pee]

another redraw bc,,,,bc :3

(no creativity AAAAAAAAA) I DONT DRAW HIM LITTLE GUY ENOUGH BUT LIKE WHATEVER ILL GET THERE

this 1 is from august so like uh 3 1/2 months or smth

LISTEN I THINK I GOT BETTERT IDK

if u cant tell i draw bart in this vry specific pose A LOT 4 some reason also dont ask y i drew his newer suit i just felt like it idkkkkkaaaaa the sketch was his old suit but i dont think i draw him looking 14-15 ish enough so like im just blehhhhhhhhhh belhbelffffff AAAAA

ah shit bart y do i draw u in this pose sm OH CMONNNN

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

I think people who write de-aging kid fics about DC characters are great because it's all like "oh my god! Through totally random and unpreventable circumstances X character has been hit with magic/sci-fi bs and is now an adorable lil guy who needs the love and support of family and friends!" And that's 100% my kryptonite. I love it.

I do think people are sleeping on speedster controlled aging though.

I would kill for a fic where Kon gets deaged to five and Bart just shrugs and deages to five as well because it looks like fun. Then the two of em get into shenanigans and enjoy the childhood they never had.

Or if Hal gets turned into a child and Barry joins him so that Hal has company. And the two of em get to interact as kids and just have fun for once in their lives.

Or if Dick gets hit with a magic spell and shrinks back down to nine and Wally's like "Oh god, we were terrible as kids! I don't want to get stuck babysitting him..... 💡! I CAN'T GET STUCK BABYSITTING IF I'M ALSO A CHILD!!" And then it's just gremlin Dick and Wally running around together being the absolute worst.

I just think their selective aging thing is nifty and the fact that they can manually switch their ages is a fantastic plot device that rarely gets used.

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Shut Up! | Bart Allen x villain!reader

Bart Allen x fem! Reader

Based off this imagine I made.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Violence. Blood(tiny). Smutty! Just go ahead and read the imagine if you don’t want spoilers. Slight smut. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 with full on smut😏

notes: female reader. Villain reader. Villain name never mentioned. Race or appearance of reader never mentioned.

a/n: dude I was minding my business when this scenario popped into my head and now I just have to share it with the world. Enjoy!

———

Being chained up to a chair with his feet being bound together isn’t how Bart thought he’d spend his Friday night.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in Gotham. He protects Central City with Wally. Kinda. Wally doesn’t really like Bart as a sidekick. He was more of Max Mercury’s sidekick.

Max was probably worried out of his mind. He just really hoped Max wouldn’t show up or try to look for him, or else he’d find something he doesn’t need to know.

Bart has a secret. A secret crush on a certain Batman villain. Ever since he had to fight her with the young justice team, he was smitten.

His favorite pass time is running to Gotham city and foiling her plan before heading off to go hang out with Tim.

She would always catch him, she always did. And he would always let her. He loved it. A game of cat and mouse.

He loved watching her smile in victory as she caught him. He loved watching her integrate him. And he especially loved annoying her.

Like right now. He could vibrate his molecules and get out of the ropes, but what’s the fun in that?

She had caught him by freezing the ground and him falling into a trap she had made. She than knocked him out and tied him to a chair.

She stood in front of him with a scowl. She didn’t enjoy this game as much as he did. Her mask had been removed, giving Bart a few look at her face. She stared him down before smiling.

“Butch you can leave.” You said to your guard standing by the door. He left and closed the door, leaving the room in a dark cast.

The lights from outside the windows cast shadows across your features. The only other light was a small one back behind Bart, giving him the tiniest bit light to see your face.

“Impulse.” You stated “why do you always pop up and ruin everything?” You asked, no malice in your tone, Bart noted. Only curiosity.

“Well when you’re about to do something bad it’s kinda my job to come stop you.” Bart said as he smiled at you.

“Hmm” you hummed as you moved to a table full of weapons.

You grabbed a knife and turned to face him. Bart watched as you walked up to him slowly before leaning down to be at his eye level.

“You know,” you started with a sly smile “usually, I’d let you off with a warning. Maybe a slap on the wrist.” You whispered to him as you raised the knife to his face.

“but today you didn’t just mess up my plan. No.” You whispered with fake sorrow. You dragged the knife against his jaw, causing Bart to let out a breath. “You messed up the Bane’s plan too.”

Bart sucked in a breath. He didn’t know that. Obviously, he could put run Bane, but that didn’t change the fact that he was scared of him.

“Yea so, now I have to teach you a real lesson Impulse. Either with me or Bane. Take your pick.”

“Oh I’d much rather be punished by you.” Bart said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Your smile turned to an annoyed look. “Suit yourself.” You dug the knife at his neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt.

Bart winced in pain, but another idea popped into his head. Acting like his name, he impulsively took action.

“So what do you do when you’re not trying to kill me?” He asked teasingly. The smirk on his face prevalent.

Your face slipped for a minute before the walls were back up again. “Is that really what you’re asking right now?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Well,” he started staring you right in the eyes, you could finally see the color of them. A nice golden brown. “I figured since your bodyguard wasn’t in here anymore, we could get to know each other a little more.” He smiled seductively.

Your blush was very noticeable, especially since your mask was off. “But- stop trying to distract me from your punishment.” You said sternly, though Bart was not convinced.

“Well I normally wouldn’t let someone tie me up the first official date, but you’re a special exception.” Bart winked. “So, at least tell me about yourself, since I’m being so nice.” He looked at you with faux innocence. You won’t lie, the look on his face was turning you on. You had to figure out a way to have him keep the look on his face.

You quickly remember that Bane would have your head if you didn’t take care of Impulse. Your need for survival trumped the need between your legs.

“That’s a vague question.” You say as you resume moving your knife against his neck, watching the goosebumps that it leaves in its wake.

“Huh?” Bart asked.

“Thats a vague question. Be specific. What did you want to know?” You ask as your knife slowly pierces the skin of his neck.

He hisses at the pain, before almost chocking on air. You moved your head towards his neck and licked the blood off of his neck. Bart stares at you, completely turned on and kinda scared.

You watched as the cut immediately healed itself, leaving no scar. You notice his shocked staring and laugh.

“How about a deal? Every question I answer, you have to answer one of mine. Deal?” You asked as you made the same innocent look he had given you earlier.

He nodded dumbly and you smiled.

“So too fast too furious, what’s your question?” You asked him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his smile returning.

Your knife continued on its path across his neck going up to his jaw line.

“Y/N” you said as your knife gently touched his jaw line. He breathed out, liking the sensation of it gently touching him. “Your turn.” He tells you.

“Why do you heal so fast?” You asked as he breathed deeply. You were genuinely curious.

“Super fast metabolism.” he breathed as your knife made its way to the end of his suit by his neck.

Your knife gently teared the spandex, revealing more skin to slice at. His skin was incredibly soft. Slightly tan with freckles all over the part of his now exposed shoulder.

“Why are you working for Bane?” He asked. You weren’t really a villain in his eyes. More of an anti hero. You didn’t really harm people. You helped bad guys though, but you didn’t seemed fond of that.

“Cause I have to.” You said, still mesmerized by the goosebumps you were creating on his supple skin.

He figured he can ask you about it another day. Right now he didn’t want anything to stop you from dragging the knife all over him.

“Why do you always come to Gotham? I thought you and the flash protect Central City. That’s like two states away.” You say you start to cut the skin of his shoulder gently.

He breathes out a whine as it hurts. You try not to focus on the way that noise made you feel.

“What do you think sweetheart? Why am I here?” You might have been intimidated by his words if you weren’t meant to be torturing him.

You grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head back fast. He whined again and stared at you in shock.

“I asked you a question, speedy!” You say, giving him a dangerous look.

He stares at you in shock and overwhelmed lust. You smirk and decide to sit on his lap instead of kneeling on the floor.

You let go of his hair and go back you his shoulder. Watching the blood drip down a little. You saw the cut had healed and just to turn him on more, you lean down and lick the blood up his shoulder. You lick a little higher than where the blood stopped just to mess with him.

“Because I wanted to see you.” He states. Blushing madly.

You look up at him, and look through his goggles into his eyes. You saw shame and embarrassment. He’s telling the truth.

You won’t lie, that statement might have made your day, hell, your week. You try to hide the smile on your face but miserably fail. You had a lot of body image issues growing up and were bullied heavily, it was nice to find out someone actually wanted to see you, not just for a business deal.

“Your turn.” You tell him, still a little giddy.

“Why do you always kidnap me?” He asked with a handsome smile.

“You always try to stop me. So why not just stop you before you can?” You say as you pick your knife back up and continue your assault of his skin.

your hand pulls down the fabric a bit that had been cut on his shoulder, revealing part of his chest.

Bart sucks in a breath. Waiting for your next move.

“Why aren’t you actually hurting me?” Bart asked. You looked up at Impulse.

“Do you want me to actually hurt you?” You whisper as your kinda gently trails down from his shoulder.

“No.” He said as the cool knife hits his chest.

“I’m not gonna hurt cause I don’t want to.” You say turning back to work.

“But won’t the henchmen outside notice I’m not hurt?” Bart asked.

“What do you mean?” You asks as you slice a tiny shallow part of his right pec.

Bart makes a small whimper at the sensation, as another better idea pops into his head.

“Like don’t people who are tortured usually scream and make noise?” He asks in a seductive voice.

Your knife stopped moving again and you look at him and see his eyes blown out with lust. Your mind made a decision before you could stop yourself. You leaned down and licked up the blood before dragging your tongue up his shoulder to his neck, before sucking on the skin of his neck.

Bart moaned as he leaned more into your touch. The noise he made went straight to your core.

You pulled back, a tiny bit of blood on the corner of your mouth. Your hands went into Impulses hair and you gently tugged, causing him to leg out another whine. You moved your sitting position so that your legs were straddling his.

“Yea. I suppose they do. You wanna help me make this sound real?” You ask as your hand move onto his face, pushing his goggles up so you can see his eyes.

“Yes.” Bart says as he felt his dick harden against your thigh.

“Good boy.” You say before leaning in to kiss Bart.

——

anyone want a part 2?

Edit: Part 2 here

[ftl-faster-than-life]

DC should bring back Barry's habit of playing dress up at every opportunity. Return him to his theater geek roots.

[nouearth]

a soulmate AU where you can write on your skin and have it appear on the body of your soulmate. with bart allen x dark angsty reader

i just combined your two asks together since they're pretty similar. hope you like it!

it's okay to not be okay.

pairing ; bart allen x m!reader. fandom: ; dc, the flash, young justice. word count ; 896. genre; angst & comfort. rating ; pg-13. warnings ; comfort!fic, soulmate!au, topic of depression notes ; i've been kinda on a creative block, so i'm so sorry if this sucks, lol. bart is aged up by the way!

“you up?” the sound of rain accompanies you as you’re sat at your desk, waiting for a response beneath your written question. it’s one of those nights again. another night of endless tossing and turning because of thoughts—stupid thoughts. naturally, parts of your body find a rhythm as a way to shake out those bad thoughts, an impromptu exorcism you liked to joke. 

your fingers nervously drum against cherry wood, your leg bouncing in pursuit, and your heart races all at the same time, as you wait for a response. it’s four am, you weren’t exactly hopeful for one, but somehow, bart has yet to fail you.

“brley.” you’re calmed by the appearance of the black ink on your skin, smiling now. barely. he’s missing an ‘a’ but you figured you’d give him a pass considering how late it is.

“sorry. just wanted to see if you were still awake.” you write smaller than usual on your skin, accommodating for the longer sentence. 

“drinking a coke now! you ok?” his handwriting is sloppy as usual, but you find it endearing. it’s almost like he’s rushing to talk to you and you couldn’t complain about that—you do the same.

“4 am thoughts again?”  bart continues on before you could write a response. he’s always been a quick replier, impossibly fast at times.

it hasn’t been long since… all of this started happening. you never believed in having a soulmate, even attempted to refute the idea. but the existence of bart allen has convinced you into believing, maybe… just maybe, that he’s the one. bart always knew what was on your mind simply by how long it would take you to respond at times. that’s how impressive he is. he always knew what to say. not because he’s wise or smart (though, he is), but because he knew how to make you laugh. and you can feel yourself healing, though baby-steps, the more you spent time with him.

“you know me.”

“and i always want to know more! favorite cheesecake flavor? mine’s a basque.” you chuckle as more words appear on your skin, quickly extending over the length of your forearm as bart never cared to write small. “i know, it’s a little too fancy for me, but that caramelization is YUM!”

“and i thought you knew me, bart…” you write just as the previous responses vanish into your skin. “you know i don’t like sweets.”

“i know and it’s why i’ve docked you down to being 95% compatiable with me.” a smug smiley face with its tongue sticking out ends his sentence and you draw whatever you can imagine at the moment over it like you often do, both to your amusement.

for a moment, you forgot why you even woke him in the first place. bart makes time pass by, the problem and care of the world—of life—fleet away when you’re with him. but when you’re not, everything is numb. white noise follows you everywhere. the only reason why you come out of bed is to go to work, but you work idly, breathing as best as you can. living as best as you can.

you didn’t realize you’ve been staring off into space until you felt soft pressure applied to your forearm again, breaking your focus. “you never answered if you were okay or not.” 

it takes a moment, a long moment until you gather the courage to respond.

“honestly? no…” you sigh to yourself, admitting defeat. 

sometimes, there were days where you felt okay. but they were rare. you hated feeling like this. merely stating how you felt made you uncomfortable, but you’ve been lying to him, to yourself for so long. you aren’t okay. because the longer you lied to yourself, the more you hurt everybody, what’s left of everybody, around you.

you’ve stopped doing your favorite things again, opting to sleep the entire day away if you could. but you knew it was unhealthy. so you try. you try to make yourself okay, whatever that meant. going to the beach, taking a walk in the park, it was something. but you always found yourself wanting, dreaming to be one of those attributes that had people returning to those locations. the gentle sunset that warmed cold shores, the breeze that kept park benches cool, you wished you had that effect on someone—to have them return.

but to have them return is to get better, work towards being better. you’ve hurt a lot of people. those that have tried to help you, stood by you, but you’ve pushed them all away by now, and you’re alone. painfully alone.

“you remember what i told you from before, right?”

“yeah.”

you think to yourself, will bart return if something happened? if you were an ass to him? said or acted hurtful towards him? you knew you would never intentionally, but it’s a thought—a scary one. 

“it’s okay to not be okay.” you both write simultaneously, your print in small and bart’s in large.

you’re not doing well. you admit to yourself again, and that’s okay. you remind yourself, alongside with bart’s writing. it’s a part of life and most of all, a step in the right direction. to healing, to being better, to being okay.

“i’m always be here for you.”  “you always know what’s on my mind, bart.”

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[danothan]

i don't know why but i like the idea that bart allen is hal and barry's biological kid 😭😭

you rly said FUCK dawn and don, those kids are OUT

[plutoslvr]

i lie awake at night constantly thinking about the tim cassie siblings au (I forgot who came up with it I'm sorry) but like it's just such a funny concept of cassie looking her her dweeb younger brother and thinking "oh yeah he's such a fucking loser" and then going to young justice meetings and telling robin his plans are the best like the au is constantly in my head