#grant gustin imagine

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Space ~ B.A.

A/n: LOVE touching on the way Iris and Barry create their relationship by high key sabotaging every other possibility bc they feel inevitable... great shit.

Request: “Barry x male reader, reader and Barry been having issues so reader goes to stay with Kara for awhile.” By anon

Word Count: 2,000+

MASTERLIST

"So... are we going to talk about that?"

Y/n's jaw worked as he mulled over Kara's question. He couldn't expect her not to ask questions after all of that. She was a good friend, she worried. And Y/n didn't want to spend this entire trip running from his feelings. It would only make things worse.

On the other hand he really didn't want to talk about it.

But that may have been him trying to run from his feelings. Like usual. How well did that ever go?

He looked at her, taking in her barely contained curiosity and anxiety. The last time she had run into Barry and his boyfriend the two were newly in love after ages of pining and beating around the bush. They were full of relief at being able to hold hands and use pet names, and got borderline ridiculous if they ever kissed. Kara had joked they were the goal; the base line. Someone would look at her that way someday.

Now the two men were cold and distant, and when they'd gotten Kara the help she needed and Barry went to go back to his own world Y/n had asked to stay? In an entirely different universe where Barry Allen didn't even know who Y/n L/n was. Had never even heard of him. They were complete strangers in this world.

Sighing, Y/n leaned against the desk behind him and Kara tried not to grin as she realized he was about to talk about his feelings. Y/n never did such things no matter how many times she prodded and begged - but this was not a situation that called for smiling or teasing. She listened instead as Y/n began, "Barry and I have been having problems."

Kara raised an eyebrow. She was hesitant to push such a delicate string of luck but it seemed Y/n was about to stop and he really hadn't said much yet. "Problems?"

Once he started he couldn't stop. "First it was the newspaper with Iris' byline. I mean, he's been in love with her for near his entire life and everything was screaming that she would choose him back eventually. Eddie died, Patty and Linda didn't work out for several reasons - mostly because he couldn't open up to them. But that's not-" He closed his eyes, realizing he was going off on a tangent. "The point is," he began again slowly. "Barry and Iris are like, soulmates? Or something? And it started with the newspaper but then there was Earth 2, and the fact that they always know each other everywhere we go - even if vaguely. Like they're drawn to each other. Inevitable. There are worlds where I don't know Barry Allen and he doesn't know me, but they always have each other."

Slowly, Kara asked, "You're jealous of Iris?"

Y/n scoffed. "I'm not just mindlessly jealous. It wouldn't bother me so much if the name on the by line of the newspaper had changed. If it said Iris West instead, or Iris soemthing-else. But it doesn't. It still Iris West-Allen. And I feel like... a filler." His shoulders sagged and his face twisted with agony. "It doesn't help that he started to drop our plans to hang out with her. And I realized that actually he always prioritizes her. Our plans never overlap, like he's desperate not to have to choose, and then they do and he chooses her. And it's fine, she's family, but I thought I was too. I thought we'd at least be equally as important. And then Savitar comes and he goes after Iris - still. Iris and Barry weren't together, but his life falls apart if she dies. Like-" He blinked tears out of his eyes. "Like she's his whole world. Cisco can't save him, or Caitlyn."

"Or you," Kara realized, her face crumbling as it fully settled in.

The man shrugged. "Or me. And I tried bringing it up to him but he refuses to acknowledge it and scrambles to avoid the topic and I feel like he knows he's in love with her but doesn't want to admit it. I feel like I really am filler and he knows it, that his very atoms are waiting for her and it's just this unspoken inevitability. I'm only here for now and that's it and I'm not supposed to address it, I'm not supposed to see it, but I do and that really sets him on edge. Or- something does at least. I don't know! He won't talk to me!"

Immediately Kara pulled Y/n into a hug. Y/n let her, curling into her comforting warmth and knowing he could fully collapse and she would be fine. "Would it help if I helped you work through what other options there are? Discussions are hard to have if you have one out come stuck in your head, and then often turn into arguments that accomplish nothing."

Chuckling, Y/n wiped his face. "You're so smart Kara." And he meant it so genuinely she couldn't even joke that he was full of it. He seemed relieved to be able to talk about it, talk through it. She believed that truly was the case. "Please," he sighed. "Please tell me there are other options than what I think there are."

Kara hummed, tightening the hug for a split second before leaning away so they could meet eye to eye as they spoke. This was a conversation where he needed to know she was being absolutely truthful and genuine. "Well, first of all he could have the exact same fears as you. He could truly and deeply be in love with you and be scared that it'll all be for nothing. Fate and knowing your future - it';s a terrifying thought. Especially when no matter what you do, it never changes."

Y/n nodded. That was a perfectly logical option. "Anything else?"

She was ready for the question. "His life has been really difficult. He's constantly losing people, and being a superhero is extremely hard on a person. It's demanding and draining and leaves no room for even a single mistake. You're gambling with the life of every single person. Their happiness and stability. It's not a reason to treat anyone badly but I could understand if his work life and super hero life being so complicated and dangerous doesn't leave a deep desire for a normal, more straight forward life. Maybe he got it in his head that things with you were supposed to be easy and now... they're not. And he's too burnt out or anxious to address it."

Oh. Very quickly Y/n was calming down. Hearing all the other alternatives were very grounding and loosened the pit of doom in his stomach. "Anything else?"

Nodding, Kara continued. "He may not be taking your emotions seriously and either isn't realizing how your emotions are affecting you, or thinks they're some kind of accusation. He may even not understand that when you bring this up its concerning how you feel about it and not necessarily about him or anything he's doing at all. It's a pile up of things that all point your brain in one direction, and the way that makes you feel may be irrational or very rational, but either way he isn't the person who chooses Iris. And he may be one day, or he may not, but if he thinks you're accusing him of some sort of cheating when he couldn't imagine ever doing something to you?" She shrugged. "Like getting mad at someone for doing something in a dream. And it still means something to you but he isn't clocking that - all he can see is you blaming him for something he didn't do."

Y/n actually had the audacity to smile. "We would argue over me feeling insecure and it making him feel like I hate him. Or doubt him." He rolled his eyes but there was a little fondness there and Kara felt hope surge through her. Not all was lost yet. "We would end up arguing like we are over both of us just being insecure and not communicating it int he way we need to." He sighed, long and laboriously.

Kara just decided to skip to another option. "Or he's being an asshole and he does know it upsets you but he just doesn't want to acknowledge it or take it seriously."

They looked at each other for a second before slipping into soft, breathy laughter. It was weak and quiet but Kara wrote it down as a win. The idea that Barry would be so harsh and cruel truly was laughable. Maybe another Barry, another universe, but not this one.

After a second Y/n deflated again. Not as broken down but definitely exhausted. "What do I do if he won't talk to me? I can't just not know."

"Tell him that." When Y/n seemed doubtful, kara shook her head. "I'm serious. Say it even before you start the conversation. No warning, no chance to shoot you down or change the subject. Lay down the law. If you need this, you need this. It doesn't matter what he's feeling about the situation - you need to talk about this. This is a need for you; a deal breaker. If you break up you break up. He doesn't deserve you if he can't get over himself for an hour to talk to you and give you something you actively need."

Y/n melted in relief, eyes wet. "You're an amazing friend Kara."

The compliment, bursting with appreciation that could not be put into words, made Kara grin. "You deserve a good friend. Come on - we can take a few days before you have to go back."

So they did. A little less a month passed before Y/n went back. neither of them had meant for it to go on quite so long but Y/n's powers that were so often utilized by Barry were perfect for the threat Kara was facing and beating the bad guy was the last step. They had to go through so much before they could do that. It kept them. 

When he did go home, there was something different about him. He got to see more and experience more. He realized how much pressure he was putting on Barry and codependent he'd become. he seemed finally completely at peace with whatever happened - whether or not they broke up, he knew he'd make it through - but was also ready and willing to fight for it.

If only Barry would fight too.

In the end Kara had been right. Her very first guess had hit the nail on the head, and it had all come undone the second Y/n set a hard boundary. He needed this and Barry delivered. Their relationship was important enough to the speedster to put aside fear or pride and face it. They had a long talk about the whole situation and how out of control they both felt. How that scared Barry even more because he didn't want such a future. Because he wasn't allowed to be out of control like he was now or people died. Y/n clarified his feelings not being a reflection on Barry as a person and the kind of person or partner he was, and that seemed to help too. They decided at the end of it all that no matter what happened they loved each other and nothing could get in the way of that. That even if Iris and Barry did end up together, it wouldn't be the Barry that was now.

That Barry was Y/n's.

For the first time neither of them felt the need to check to see if Iris' surname had changed on the byline. It was Cisco instead who came crashing into the room, eyes wide with worry. He pulled up the article and pointed out the byline.

Iris West.

No Allen attached.

The article was the same, with a missing Barry, but the byline was different.

Barry and Y/n looked at each other, eyes opened for the first time. It was almost a slap in the face to realize that Iris and Barry ended up together in this world only if they thought they did. That the anxiety of the felt inevitable could destroy all of their relationships, and that the second they decided it didn't - it didn't.It was beautiful in a way. And suddenly they both felt that they could do so much more... 

And they did. Together.

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Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

"You're not alone."

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Summary: Barry is always going to be there for her no matter what.

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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“Move..” Y/N pushed Barry out of her way to the trash can to empty her stomach contents. Barry pulled her hair back and gently rubbed circles on her lower back, encouraging her to get it all out. Groaning, she straightened her posture and wiped her mouth using the sleeve of her jumper, hating the fact that her friend saw her throw up the bacon and eggs she had for breakfast.

“You okay?” The speedster could clearly see that she’s barely able to keep a straight face and that bothered him. Barry rolled the chair over and eased her to sit down, slowly pushing the trash can closer to her in case she needed to throw up again.

“This is the fourth day I’ve seen you like this. What’s going on, are you sick?” 

“No, no, it’s probably just what I ate today.” She tried to brush him off but he saw through her lies and he wasn’t dropping it until she told him what’s going on.

“You are aware that I can tell when you’re lying to me right?” 

“Screw you Allen.” Barry smirked as she reached into her bag in search of something to show him. She retrieved a small envelope and handed it over to him. Y/N anxiously chewed on her bottom lip as she waited to see his reaction to the photos in his possession. His furrowed eyebrows shot up in surprise once the realization set in.

“You’re pregnant?!” 

“Shhhh!” Y/N panicked, looking around to make sure that it’s only them in the cortex at the moment. Barry was excited about his friend’s pregnancy but his excitement dimmed a bit seeing that she wasn’t as excited as he was about all this.

“You’re not excited, why are you not excited?” 

“Barry, I am terrified about this pregnancy.” Barry pulled the other chair to sit in front of her and took her hands in his. Y/N tightened her grip on his hand trying her best to not get too emotional about her predicament.

"Hey, hey…talk to me." 

"I can't do this on my own. I'm not even sure if I'm going to be a good mom, hell I don't even know if I'm ready for this. Bar I got knocked up by a one night stand who doesn't want anything to do with me or this baby." Barry wiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb, his blood boiled in his veins upon hearing that the man neglected his responsibility and he wanted nothing more than to run over to the man’s house to kick his ass.

"Breathe with me, in and out." Y/N followed his lead to get her to calm down, she was having a hard time breathing as she panicked over the thoughts of how badly things could go wrong.

"If you do decide to keep it I know you're going to be an incredible mother and who said that you're gonna do this alone? I'm here and I'm not going to leave you to do this alone. Plus you've got Cisco, Caitlin, Iris and Joe to help out from time to time." 

"I don't even know if I want to keep it and I have limited time to decide on that option." 

"Whatever you decide, you have my support but do what you think is best."

“Thank you, Bar.”

Barry kissed her cheek and pulled her in for a hug, smiling as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck. There was nothing in this world that he wouldn’t do for her because he knew that she’d be there for him no matter what. 

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[bia-wayne-west]

Children of the future.

— Barry Allen X Reader

Synopsis : Barry Allen goes into the future by accident and finds out that in the future he is married to his best friend, Y/N and has two adorable children.

Characters : Barry Allen [Flash] and Reader [ You ]

Warnings: none.

A/N: I love reading imagines where Barry has kids and is married, so I decided to write another one. Hope you like. Reblog if you like.

Sorry for the writing errors, I'm not fluent in English.

Requests are open

Masterlist

Barry Allen was running like lightning. Cisco decided to test Barry's speed by making him run as fast as he could.

The leaves of the trees swayed as he passed, leaving everything in disarray along the way. Barry didn't care if he was going too fast, until a crack opened in front of him and he couldn't stop.

The speedstet was thrown to the wet grass ground. He quickly stood up and looked around, wondering if it was to the past or the future. Everything was normal.

Barry noticed that there were some buildings in places that were once houses and assumed that he was in the future. He knew he couldn't risk changing the future, but he was curious.

He was surprised to see the name “Allen” engraved on the mailbox of a large house. The house was white and had three floors. He approached, seeing that on the porch of the house there was a swing and a dog house with the name “Grant” engraved on it.

Barry questioned whether he actually read the right name on the mailbox. He didn't have much time to think before a big, fat dog ran towards him, knocking Flash to the ground. The dog caught him off guard.

The animal began to lick his face, making him laugh. Barry carefully pushed the dog away, standing up.

“Sit down!” He said to the dog and to Barry's surprise, the animal obeyed and sat down on the grass. The dog wagged its tail and seemed very happy.

Flash heard laughter coming from the door. He looked up and let out an exclamation of surprise when he saw that Y/N was standing in front of the door, arms crossed.

“I thought you wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Cisco called saying you had an accident in Star City.” Y/N said, walking towards Barry.

The man tried to find words to respond to his friend, but was petrified when he received a kiss from his childhood friend.

The woman ran her hand through Barry's brown hair and looked at him tenderly. Flash noticed that she had a beautiful ring on her fingers. She got married.

Y/N kissed Barry again, leaving him in a state of panic. The brunette never thought about kissing his friend, since he was in love with Iris.

“Let's go. Benjamin and Anastasia are alone long enough to set the house on fire.” Y/N said, pulling the speedster's hand to force him into the house.

“Benjamin and Anastasia?” He asked, frowning. Who were these people?

“Are you going to say you forgot your children's names?” Y/N asked in a playful tone. Barry opened his mouth in shock.

Flash barely had time to say anything. Two small and cute bodies collided with Allen. They were children.

Benjamin and Anastasia they are kids. Barry and Y/N's children.

Flash opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. He looked at the kids who had Y/N's hair color and Barry's green eyes.

The boy looked a lot like Barry and had a very sweet smile. The girl looked like a beautiful princess.

“Daddy!” The girl said, extending her hand for Barry to take it. The speedster wondered if he should pick the girl up, but after Anastasia pouted at him, Barry grabbed the girl and gave her a big hug.

Barry had children. He started a family.

It wasn't with Iris as he imagined, but Y/N seemed to love him so intensely that it was clear there was a lot of love.

“Daddy. Ben, my mom and I made chocolate cake.” Anastasia said. Her voice was soft and sweet. Barry almost cried when the girl laid her head on his shoulder.

“Mom let me make the frosting with the mixer.” Benjamin, who looked to be two years older than Anastasia said, smiling proudly.

“It must be delicious.” Barry said smiling at the boy. The boy hugged Allen's leg.

The two children dragged Barry into the kitchen and made the speedster eat many pieces of cake and a pitcher of juice that Benjamin prepared. It was sour, but Barry enjoyed every drop to make the boy happy.

The house was big and warm. Barry couldn't tell if it was hot because of the heater or if it was because of the family that lived there. The kitchen of the house had a large blackboard glued to the counter where it indicated what needed to be bought at the market and who would wash the dishes that day.

Barry loved everything. It seemed strange at first, but now it was an incredible future. For the first time in his life, Barry felt that everything would work out in the end.

He thought the children were normal, that they weren't speedsters. But the moment Y/N dropped a glass, Benjamin ran like lightning and didn't let the object fall to the floor.

“Are you a speedster?” Barry asked with a face full of surprise.

“Of course my love.” Y/N said, emphasizing “my love”. In the present, she always called Barry ‘Allen’ or some stupid nickname. Barry liked to be called ‘my love’. “Our babies are just like you. Even though Anastasia hates running”

“I prefer to walk.” The girl said. It was the cutest sight Barry had ever seen. The little girl had a teddy bear on her lap and used a toy spoon to give the teddy bear some imaginary food.

“You look strange, dad.” Benjamin said. The boy was focused on a portable video game and barely looked at the people at the table.

“Seriously, Barry. Are you well? “ Y/N asked her husband. She noticed that the speedster was dazed and looked strange. “Children, can you keep the cake in the fridge and then go play in your bedrooms?”

“Yes mom.” The kids said at the same time. Benjamin used his super speed to put the cake in the refrigerator and went to his bedroom. Anastasia preferred to walk like a normal human being.

Y/N took Barry to the living room. The fireplace was lit for winter and some toys were lined up in the hallway. The dog that Barry assumed was family was lying on the couch with its belly up.

“What happened, Barry?” She asked as soon as Barry sat down in the room. She noticed that her husband seemed to have never set foot in the house and was looking at everything like a curious visitor.

“Anything. It's okay, honey.” Allen tried to sound convincing.

“Barry, I wanted to tell you something.” Y/N sat on Barry's lap, leaving him perplexed. The speedster stood as still as a statue as the woman placed a long kiss on his lips. “Do you like having two children?”

“Obviously. Ben and Ana are amazing kids.” Barry said, trying to sound like the father they know.

“Then I think you'll love having three children even more!” Y/N said, with watery eyes. She took a box out of her pocket and Barry recognized it as a pregnancy test box. “I found out two days ago, but I was going to wait for you to get back from Star City.”

“Are you pregnant?” Barry asked.

“Yes. Caitlin thinks I have five weeks. It's still the size of a bean, but I already love it so much.” Y/N said, rubbing her belly.

Y/N was surprised to receive a hug from her husband. Barry was shaking and seemed surprised, something strange since he already has two children.

Allen had tears in his eyes and Y/N returned the hug, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Barry thanked him. “Thank you for being my family and for giving me three incredible children. You are perfect.”

“You gave it to me, Barry. You played an important role in creating them.” She said laughing. Flash was thinking about how weird it would be to have sex with his best friend. Barry had known Y/N since elementary school and had never thought of her in a romantic way.

Now, Barry envied future Barry, who had perfect children and a beautiful woman who loved him. The Flash hoped this was his future.

“How did we start dating?” The man asked, trying not to sound rude and irritate the woman.

“You were almost killed by a villain and I realized I loved you. But Iris also realized that she loved you. It took a long time for you to decide that you loved me and ask me to be your girlfriend.“ She explained laughing. “You're always quick, but you read a lot into some things.”

“Funny.” He said, squeezing Y/N's waist. Barry's cell phone rang and the woman got up from his lap, letting Flash pick up the phone and answer it.

“Dude, where are you? You were running and suddenly disappeared.” He heard Cisco say. Flash's friend was nervous.

“I'm coming, Cisco.” Barry said, then hung up without letting Cisco answer. “Y/N, I have to go. Cisco needs my help.”

“Sure honey.” Y/N said, giving her husband another kiss. “Come back early for dinner. Ben's notes arrived today and he wants you to see them at dinner time.”

“OK.” Barry looked closely at the woman and the house before heading to the door. This was a perfect future. “See you later, Y/N.”

“Save the world, Flash.” Y/N said, while stroking her own belly. Barry took one last look at Y/N before running to go back to the past.

Tears streamed down Barry's face as he ran. Barry always wanted to have a family and in the future he did, with a pet dog and warm hugs.

As soon as Barry returned to the present, he went straight to Star Labs. He knew that back then you were helping Caitlin take care of the imprisoned metahumans .

“Hey man, where were you?” Cisco asked as soon as Barry stopped in the middle of Star labs.

“I fainted during the race.” Flash lied, knowing he couldn't tell anyone about the future. “Where is Y/N?”

“She's giving lunch to the imprisoned metahumans. She always does this.”

Barry didn't respond to his friend. He ran straight towards Y/N.

She had a tray in her hand and was walking towards a prisoner's cell.

“Hello, Y/N.” Flash greeted the girl. She just looked at him and smiled, walking again. “I was thinking. We've been friends for a long time and we've never gone out to dinner just the two of us.”

“Why should you go out with Iris, your great unrequited love.” Y/N replied, making Barry grimace.

“Do you want to go out with me on Friday for dinner?” Barry invited his friend. She smiled, stopping walking and looking at the brunette.

“Since you insist so much, I agree to go out with you, Allen.” Y/N said, running her hand through Barry's hair. He smiled, thinking that it wouldn't be so bad to marry you in the future.

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you do Barry Allen (Grant Gustin) going to an alternate earth star labs to get help from that earths flash after being told to by the speed force and is surprised to find out its a teenage version of himself.

Barry sits in a cafe with Y/N…

Barry: it was weird. There was a teenage version of myself!

Y/N: I wonder why the Speed Force wanted his help

Barry: beats me.

Y/N: well at least you didn’t end up in this other universe I know. The Barry there is a stoner with a terrible laugh.

Barry: I know that one. Im staying far away from it

Y/N: okay now would you ever sleep with a gender swapped version of yourself?

Barry: what?!

[marvelsgirl616]

He’s so 😫🧎🏻‍♀️

I need some dark!barry or softdom!barry soo bad

That dark/mischievous glimmer in his eyessss 😫

I know it’s big

[her-favorite]

On Purpose

Warnings: DOM!BARRY, rough sex, teasing, begging, dirty talking, doggy style, overstimulation, degrading kink, choking kink, edging, spanking, Barry being a sadist tbh

Summary: When you went to visit your boyfriend at his work, someone decided to flirt with you. With Barry being in a bad mood, that was his breaking point and he took you home to make you beg for the rest of the night..

a/n: I want to start posting my Barry imagines/smuts on here (even though they probably won't get too much attention) - also found on my wattpad: @thefastestwomanalive

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You walked out of the elevator of the CCPD with a smile on your face. You decided to visit your boyfriend since the streets of Central City were clear at the moment. 

You and Barry Allen were the heroes of Central City: The Flash and Bolt. You both were speedsters, both struck by lighting. You had met when you both woke up at STAR Labs, in the cortex. As you confused as you were, you couldn't help but admire the half naked man that was rambling off the things that had came to his mind. 

You smiled at the memory. As you made your way towards the stairs, someone had walked in front of you. At first, you thought it was Barry so you smiled and looked up at him, starting to open your mouth to say a hello and maybe a kiss on the cheek. But you stopped when you didn't recognize the man in front of you. 

"Hey," he smirked and looked you over. You shifted on your heels, looking around to make sure he was talking to you and not someone behind you. "All right, I'll cut to the chase. I'm hot, you're hot. Jitters, 8 pm."

Before you could get even open your mouth, you heard footsteps and someone clearing their throat. "Who do you think you're talking to?" You snapped your head to the voice and saw Barry coming up behind you. 

"This smokin' lady in front of me-" 

"You can't speak about her like that." Barry snapped. He started to walk closer to the random man, making you move away slightly. "She's mine, not yours. Nor will she ever be yours." He poked the guys chest, getting in his face. 

"Well, she didn't seem to mind." The guy snapped back. Barry stiffened and he stood still for a moment. He looked back at you and saw your expression: confusion and surprise. 

"I don't know who you think you are, but I know you're not the one to kiss her, and you're not the one able to hold her, and you are definitely not the one to have her scream your name- that's my job. She's the one that I get to kiss, the one I get to hold, and definitely the one that has her scream my name. So back. off." Barry's irises were clouded with anger, his body fighting the fact that lightning wanted to swarm his eyes. 

The man had cowered off, running away from Barry, but taking glances back to make sure he wasn't following him. The scene caused some of the officers to look over, more when they watched the man run away from their known forensic scientist. Some had wide eyes, other hiding smiles or laughs with paper. 

You stood there stunned with what he said. Barry had never been so upfront with your relationship before, especially.. that part. You were more than surprised when you heard him mention that and your cheeks felt like they burned a hundred degrees. 

Barry also stood there, except his breathing was erratic and his eyebrows were furrowed while his focus was still on the direction the man went in to leave the building. Eventually his head looked over to you, noticing your lingering gaze on him. You watched him look you up and down with a sort of possessive edge to it. But you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you squirm a little. 

"Come on, we're getting out of here." He finally broke the silence, heading straight for the doors. You didn't move at first, the words not exactly processing in your mind. But when they did, you immediately went to go catch up with him. 

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You didn't know what you had gotten yourself into. 

As soon as you got home, Barry had you in his arms. His lips immediately attacked yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned at the feeling, hands reaching out to grab him. But he held them and started to walk backwards. He went in the direction of the couch, pushing away from you to see where he was going. 

He sat down, grabbing your waist and coaxing you into sitting on his lap. He set his lips on yours again, his hand coming to the back of your head, pushing you against him. His hand was threading through your hair as you both made out. You rolled your hips on his lap, eliciting a groan from Barry. 

He pulled away, looking you over. When he made eye contact with you, you realized how dark his eyes were. You've never seen him this lustful before. You could see the possessive edge in his eyes and the desire swarming around. His hands started guiding you over on his lap, straddling his leg. 

"Come on, baby, ride my thigh." You whimpered at his words, immediately following his order. The friction between your clothed clit and his leg made you even more desperate. You wanted to feel him, his skin. He flexed his leg, hitting you perfectly. Your nails dug into his skin that was holding his shoulders. 

"I wanna feel you, Barry." You whispered, eyes furrowed. 

"I don't care what you want, sweetheart. I'm gonna do whatever I want to you and you're gonna take it like a good girl." He replied darkly. You moaned at his words, grinding down harder on his leg. "Yeah? You like it when I talk to you like that, huh?" When you didn't answer him, he left a harsh smack on your ass. "Answer me, princess." 

"Yes, Barry, I do." You moaned. You were so close, that knot inside of your stomach was tightening and it wanted to burst. You were chasing your high, trying to keep in your sounds incase Barry wouldn't let you come. Seconds later, you were so close, you let out a strangled moan right before you were about to come. About.

"What do you think you're doing? Trying to come without my permission? That's not gonna slide, angel. What are you?" He waited a second for your answer. "What are you, huh?"

"I'm your slut, Barry. You're slut." Your eyes were squeezed shut, still trying to get over your denied orgasm. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Then he got up. You sat there, confused, as you watched him. He moved to stand in front of you, between your legs. His hand went underneath your chin, making you look up at him. "Now you're gonna listen to me, alright? You're gonna go upstairs into our bedroom and when I come in there, you're gonna be stripped and on your knees for me." He demanded. "Yeah? That okay with you?" You nodded. "Good because you don't have a choice." And he let you go. 

You instantly got up to go to your bedroom. You stripped out of your clothes as you walked up the stairs, throwing them wherever they landed. As you opened the door to the room, your clothes were discarded, just how Barry wanted. You kneeled by the bed, waiting for him. 

When Barry came in, all he had on was his boxers. "Look at you, on your knees, waiting for me. Such a good girl." His hand stroked your cheek when he went in front of you. He looked down at you with lust-filled eyes that could make you go crazy by just seeing them. 

He stripped himself of his boxers. "Come on, doll, suck my cock." 

You moved forward to take his tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Your hand moved up to grip the base, stroking what wasn't in your mouth. You felt his hand tighten in your hair when you licked a sensitive vein. "Y/N," He breathed. His hips bucked up into your mouth, making you gag. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth, baby. And you're gonna take it." His hands held you still as his hips moved forward. Tears formed in your eyes as he kept going, watching the way they fell down your cheeks. "Aw, look at you. So pretty." He muttered. 

He pulled away when he felt himself coming close. He saw the tear marks on your face and the way your chest rose and fell quickly. This image itself made him even harder. His hand went down to cup your cheek. His thumb was dragging your bottom lip down, while you looked up at him. He nearly groaned when you took his thumb in your mouth and sucked on it. After, he used your spit to spread across your lips. "Up." He ordered. You complied, rising to your feet so you were facing his chest. His hand went up to cup your cheek again, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "On the bed." 

His voice gave you chills. It was deep and raspy, blowing right into your ear. You shivered as you moved to follow his demand. You laid back on the bed, feeling the soft comforter underneath your skin. You watched the way Barry looked at you, like you were his prey. It made your lust grow and you couldn't handle it. He looked you up and down, lips curling into a smirk. 

Barry had several thoughts running around in his mind. He wanted to punish you, but he wanted to see you in pleasure. He wanted to do what he wanted to do, but he didn't want to hurt you. He wanted you, but he didn't want you to not want him. But all of those worries washed away once he saw you laying there, on the bed, waiting for him. Waiting for your punishment he had in mind.

"So ready for me, huh?" He muttered as he kneeled on the end of the bed. You nodded to his question, seeming to satisfy Barry. His lips were still up in a smirk, his jaw clenched. His eyes still roamed all over your body, almost trying to pick out every single detail on you. You realized what he was doing. He was trying to figure out what to do to you. 

Eventually, he leaned down to press kisses on your neck. You have never been so glad to feel lips on your skin before, until now. You needed Barry, so bad. You've realized that he was teasing you, he was making you wait on purpose. This was gonna be torture.

"I bet you're soaking wet right now, baby. Huh? Are you?" His voice was breathless against your ear. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose. 

"God, yes, Barry." You moaned, making him hum. His hand slides down your body, sliding his finger through your wet folds. You whimpered at the feeling, throwing your head back against the pillow. 

"That feel good, angel?" He teased you as his kisses got lower, hitting your stomach. He would alternate between kissing, sucking, and biting on your skin. Once he got to your thighs, he nipped at your left one, making you jolt. He chuckled at your reaction. He moved slightly, brushing his tongue up your folds. You moaned at the feeling, thrusting your hips up towards him. "Mm-mm, doll." He put his hand on your hip to stop you from moving. His lips wrapped around your clit, licking at it. His fingers pushed inside you, making your hips want to move again. 

"Barry," You breathed. 

"Yeah, doll, make sure I can hear how much you're enjoying this." He murmured against your skin. His fingers went deeper and deeper into you, pleasuring you more every second. "You wanna come, baby?" 

"Yes, Barry, please." You practically chanted. 

"Too bad." And he pulled away. You grabbed the sheets out of frustration. 

"Barry, please. I need you so bad." Your eyes squeezed shut as you exclaimed. Second denied orgasm of the night. This was gonna be rough. 

"Look at you begging for me. What would the city think, their hero crumbling under me from just a touch. Such a dirty little slut." He spat at you. The words sent heat right down your body. You were about to start begging again, but Barry moved before you could. He lifted your legs to wrap around his waist as he pulled your hips against his. The friction made you both groan. He made sure he had a tight enough grip on you before flipping both of you over. He moved you to straddle his thigh again. "Come on, sweetheart. You know what to do." His voice was like honey. It was music to your ears, it distracted you for a second. 

When you regained your senses, you immediately started to grind on his leg again. You steadied yourself on his chest, fingers feeling the ridges of his abs and pecs. Your nails dug into the skin that was under your palm. You were chasing your high, going faster and faster as you neared. "You close, babydoll?" Barry asked as he watched you. 

Watching you like this was surely a sight to see. Barry was mesmerized. Having you on top of him like this was something he always craved. His dick throbbed as he watched you, watching you grind down on his bare leg. He knew what he was doing, denying your orgasms and talking to you like this. He also knew it turned you on. He originally had doubts for the way he wanted to act towards you, but as soon as he saw your response, all of his worries washed away. 

You grinded against him easily since you were so wet. Barry watched the way it collected on his thigh, more adding as you grind down harder. He knew you were close, he saw the way your eyes shut tightly, your mouth hung out in a silent moan, and your nails digging into the skin on his abdomen. "Look at me, darling. Look at me when you're gonna come." His voice broke you out of your trance, making you look at him in the eyes. You could tell they've been looking at you and your body this whole time. You knew he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Barry, I can't-" You panted his name, rolling your hips with more force as you were about to reach your high.

"Mm-mm, sweetheart. Look me in the eyes and tell me you deserve it. Do you deserve to come? You weren't being very much of a good girl earlier, were you?" He taunted you. The entire time, his eyes were on yours. His fingers were digging into your legs, almost turning white. He was helping you grind against him, pushing you down onto him. 

"I promise I'll be a good girl. Please, Barry." You basically pleaded with him. You were roughly chasing your climax, you couldn't handle it. You needed it. 

"Do you though, sweetheart? Do you need it that bad?" 

Did you say that out loud?

It was a rhetorical question, you already knew he wouldn't let you come with the way he was talking. Even if you wanted it that bad. 

You felt his hand slide up your body, tickling the skin he moved over. Goosebumps formed in its wake. His hand curled around your throat, squeezing. It was enough to have you dizzy, but not something you couldn't handle. Your hand moved to grasp his arm, digging your nails in his skin to try and relieve some of the pleasure you felt. 

"You're so close, darling." He noticed. "Well, that's too bad. Because you're gonna have to wait." And he moved you off of his lap to change your position. 

He flipped you on your stomach, kneeling behind you. You were propped up on your knees and forearms. You felt his hands crawl up your back, his lanky fingers making you have goosebumps trail up your skin. He felt them, smirking at your reaction. Barry was still deciding on what he wanted to do with you, but he knew you needed a punishment. 

"You're gonna count for me, okay?" He says vaguely, no giving you a description on what you'll be counting for. Before you could ask, you felt a hand slap your ass, stinging the plush skin there. Your mouth opened on a squeak, not trying to let anything out while you waited for the next one. "What the fuck did I say?" He slapped you again. 

"Two." You counted, tears forming in your eyes at the stimulation. You tried not to jolt every time you felt a slap, but it was hard not moving at the pressure. He would chuckle at your state, knowing deep down you enjoyed it. 

"What, can't handle it? But you were being such a slut earlier; it's what you get for being such a whore." He degrades, making your knees weak. The next slap was hard, making your body jostle at the hit. Tears poured out of your eyes in the best way possible. You knew you were going to have a mark by the end of the day, but it was going to be worth it. Sitting down was going to be a problem, but you were gonna have to deal with it. 

Once he was done, he massaged the skin he smacked over and over again. Your tears subsided, leaving you with a slight puffy face. He turned your head a little, looking over your face. He cooed, smoothing his hand on your cheek. "So beautiful." He whispered, knowing it had an affect on you. 

"You ready, doll?" He asks, not truly caring what you were going to answer with anyway. He knew you were wet enough from everything he's done to you, but he still has to have your consent. Before you could answer either way, he pushes inside you, making you moan loudly. He groans at the way you feel, thrusting into with speed. "You're so tight." He mutters, squeezing at your hips. You moan at his words, feeling your back arch at his hard thrusts.

Barry was having trouble keeping normal speed. he knew that if he went any faster, he would start to vibrate. But he wasn't too sure he cared. 

"Barry!" You cried once you felt him go even faster, hitting that perfect spot inside you. He smirked at your reaction, immediately knowing what he did. Barry knew your body like the back of his hand. Every mole, freckle, scar, bruise, everything. He took pride in knowing your body so well, saying he likes to do it "for science," you immediately knowing he was lying once he said that. 

"That feel good, baby?" He teased, slapping your ass once more. You screamed at the overstimulation on your skin, pushing back. His hand came over your back, arching it for you. "You're close, angel, I can feel you squeezing me." His eyes were closed with pleasure, his head thrown back. His Adams apple was bobbing up and down, looking perfect. 

"Barry, please, I can't-" You tried to plead, but you could barely make out a sentence at this point. He chuckled at you desperate state, knowing exactly what you meant. 

"Let go, my love. C'mon." He urged, hitting that perfect spot inside you were you couldn't take it anymore. You let go of the knot inside your stomach, coming down from your high. After so many denials, nothing has ever felt so good in your life. 

Soon after you were done, Barry came with a groan of your name. He sighed, pulling out of you, watching your guys' cum mix together. He moaned at the sight, pulling away from your body. He let you lay down, going into the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. 

After you both laid down and got settled under the covers, Barry pulled you close to him, laying your head on his chest. "I didn't hurt you, right?" He whispered, playing with your hair. He couldn't stand the thought of genuinely hurting you, whether it was sexually or not. 

"Of course not, Bare." You reassure him, tracing circles on his chest, picking out each freckle on his skin. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your hair. "I love you, Barry." 

"I love you too, Y/N."

[gluri]

gluri

[the-imaginative-hobbyist]

In the 11 years since it started the Arrowverse has seen its highs and its lows, one of its highs was without a doubt Grant Gustin's performance as Barry Allen. Those last three minutes...Thank you, Mr. Gustin.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Man Down ~ B.A.

A/n: I haven’t watched the show in a long enough time that I forgot all the crisis events and I don’t want to go back and watch any of them soooo I just made it Savitar era centered. Hints of Savitar x reader like. Everywhere. Sorry about that lol

Request: “...Barry x male reader, reader gets hurt trying to protect Barry during a crisis event?” By anon

Word Count: 5200+

MASTERLIST

When Caitlyn sat down next to me, we both knew it was too late, but I admired her for trying anyway. Even before she spoke, I knew what she was going to say. I could tell in the way her lips curved into a frown and her wide eyes begged, but her words had no energy to them, that she knew it too. That she recognized the way I was acting. That she saw through my calm and comforting and reassurance. My hopelessness underneath, mourning so much more than Iris West’s death.

Mourning my own.

It had been months of fighting back Savitar. So long trying to save Iris’ life. To change the future. They’d made some progress here and there, but…. Ultimately not enough. It was obvious that Barry wouldn’t be able to stop it. Wouldn’t be able to save her. And Barry Allen couldn’t live without Iris West.

What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t do everything in my power to keep them together?

A different back and forth had been happening, other than the battle of wills between Barry and his time duplicate. A battle of love. For years, I’d longed for Barry to stop looking at his best friend and to pay attention to me. To level those adoring eyes and loving gazed onto me instead of her. He never did. Sometimes I thought he might, almost like he was considering it. Just like the days that Iris almost paid attention to Barry. Almost saw him as something other than a brother, as she had decided he was. Almost.

Almost only counted in horseshoes and hand grenades, as the song goes. So I’d decided that if it came down to it - me or her - Barry would chose her. He already had, and he would again. He would be mad at me for doing this. He would be so, so angry. But he’d get over it eventually. He’d move on and reconcile. They’d fall in love one day. There was a newspaper by line proving it. He would be happy with her. One day his almost would turn into an absolute. He might not forget his friend, who had once been, but he would be happier in the end if this was me instead of her.

So I would die instead.

“Please don’t do it.”

I smiled when Caitlyn finally spoke. It was a lie when I smiled, when I looked at her with confusion. “Do what?”

Her gaze bore into mine. “I don’t know.” There was already mourning in her tone. Oh Caitlyn… poor Caitlyn. How much had she lost? How many? My one regret - I could t spare my other friends from my loss. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but you’ve been acting different. And it’s worrying me.”

I looked away, face scrunched as I worked on the design Cisco had asked me to work on. He had a new suit idea for the future, and being more gifted with a needle than him, I was usually the one he went to. I hoped to finish it before it was too late. Now it was an easy thing to focus on. To play casual with. “You worry too much Caitlyn.” A boldfaced lie. We all knew she worried exactly as much as she should. All her friends were suicidally wreckless. “I have no plans.” Another lie. I looked up at her, smiling again. “I’m worried about Iris too, but I know Barry will pull through. He always does.” I winked, nudging her. Too many lied for what was probably our last person to person conversation. “I promise, okay?”

She didn’t respond to that. She looked at the suit I was making. Like it was proof. And it was, in a way. Hadn’t I not been working on it this whole time? Hadn’t I said it would take me a while? Hadn’t I told Cisco it would be a while, with the little details I had to work out and all the stress around us? Too much stress, too much to do, not enough time to handle it all.

The fact that I was making time for this - I might have yelled it was my final act at the top of my lungs. Not that I had to, for the people that could see the unspoken words in the way I said goodbye and the words I didn’t say and the things I did or didn’t do. Not for people like Caitlyn. She would have always ended up here, unable to stop me but desperate to try, knowing I would do anything to save Barry from the agony he was facing. Knowing that I loved him enough to destroy myself.

Her best of all, who had seen it in her fiancé’s face the day he had promised to see her again, knowing he was doomed to die. Of Caitlyn. Poor, brilliant, amazing, wonderful Caitlyn. If only I could spare you from reliving this again…

I looked away, back toward my sewing. She didn’t believe me, we both knew it. But there was nothing else to be said. So we didn’t speak again, sitting in the last silence we’d get together. Too few days now until Iris was supposed to die. Until I would take her place instead.

-

“You know, it’s weird.” I looked up when Savatar spoke to me, no longer startled at the way he simply appeared in my room. He had been doing this since the day he had been exposed for who he was. The first time it had been terrifying, but it had soon become clear as to why he did it anyway, and over time I had gotten used to it.

“What’s weird?” I asked calmly, returning to my sewing. “The fact that you keep breaking into your future partner’s bedroom before even meeting in your own proper timeline, or the fact that I’m seeing a suit you don’t recognize?”

Savitar fought a smile. He was doom and gloom unless he was around me. Apparently in the future we fell in love or whatever. I couldn’t imagine knowing what I know now, and still falling in love with him. Knowing what he would do. Who he would become. How he would destroy the man I love now. Apparently, the future was a wild place. Or… would have been. How it’ll never have happened. Not for me and not for hun.

Perhaps we were soulmates after all.

“I knew I shouldn’t have reacted to that suit you’re making. Spoilers.”

I snorted, unable to handle the hilarity in a time duplicate coming backward in time to kill someone just to ensure his own existence, using Barry’s memories to put himself on top the whole time. He was a walking spoiler. His backstory alone was the most raw look into what was supposed to happen yet.

“So not the suit then,” I decided on, looping back to his original comment. “What’s weird?” I looked up at him briefly before returning to my work. I couldn’t help the tender spot I had for him. He was a darker, sadder Barry. All the same memories and expressions and body language but with more pain than even my Barry had. It was in my very blood and bones to want to cheer him up. To want to make it better. That I did understand. I knew that a future me would have carried that softness and kindness toward him. He had mention that was how he had fallen in love with me - the one who treated him like a person, who recognized and cared for him.

Perhaps that was how I managed to fall in love with him as well. The way that he was Barry enough to count, but different enough that it wasn’t bitter. Wasn’t overwhelming. Different enough that he wasn’t obsessed with Iris. We probably would have been happy.

Savitar watched me, as if studying me. “I love watching your mind work. All the things you never say that simply click together in your mind.” He swallowed, and I knew he was thinking about how much he missed me. Future me, who loved him without guilt. I wonder if he visited the older me when he wasn’t actively spending time taunting Barry and making plans to kill Iris. I wonder if future me knew where he was, what he was doing.

I sighed. He was right, I really did have too many thoughts to speak them out loud so rarely. He really did know me like no one else did. It was jarring. “You didn’t answer my question. What’s weird?”

His smile finally won out. It edged on a smirk, but was a little too soft around the edges while he looked at me. He looked so much less intimidating like this. So much more like Barry. “To see it happen like this. To see the seeds planted of our future even before we existed in the same way. To know you so deeply, when you don’t know me at all, knowing that later you’ll know me as deeply and I will be the one who’s surprised by it.” He sat down at the table across from me, studying my face. “I always wondered what it was like to go into a relationship knowing someone, hearing stories, being aware of the steps even before they happen. When I opened my eyes the first time and you smiled at me. When I realized that you were different, and I found out that you knew me all this time ago. I wondered if you started falling in love with me before I was created. I wondered if my coming back in time was an influence for you, as you being so familiar and comfortable with me so quickly was an influence for me. I had this idea in my mind that we were this never ending cycle. That we ended up together simply because we already knew we would end up together.”

My smile grew dry. “Time travel is a weird one,” I agreed. “And I can imagine what you mean. But… no. I don’t know when my future self fell in love with you, but it wasn’t now. It isn’t now for me at least. Maybe now that the future has changed it’ll be different.” I shrugged, not looking up. Thinking about how I would die, driven by my love for Barry. About how I would never get the chance to fall in love with Savitar to begin with.

His eyes narrowed. He leaned forward, catching my wrist. I looked up at him - and I saw it in his eyes. I saw the understanding and the accusation. I saw the rage there, as I’d seen it in Caitlyn. The mourning turning quickly to denial. To refusal. He saw my resolve, my plan, even though he couldn’t understand what it was or how I had come up with it. Why I had.

“What are you planning?” He demanded.

I met his eyes evenly, deflating a bit. It was harder to lie to this man. Not just because of his face, or his voice. Not just because he was so like Barry that he had a hold on me from day one. Now he was his own man, esperare from Barry, and he still had a hold on me. A part of me perhaps already did care for him. Perhaps that was the part that would have loved him one day. If we’d had the chance.

“I don’t have a plan.” My voice was even and unrelenting. His eyes flared with anger for a moment, and it seemed that he might lash out. But I was special to him. He didn’t know Iris, and he specifically hated Barry. Everyone else was lost to him. Strangers who estranged themselves. Who shut him out first. But me? I was supposed to be the love of his life. He couldn’t be the monster he became so easily around the others. The violence he didn’t struggle to harness for them was impossible with me. We both knew it. He melted, slowly at first but then very suddenly all at once. He fell from his chair, moving around the table at super speed to kneel in front of me. He turned my chair so that he could move close to me. His hands rested on my wrists, and he held my gaze. There was a deep desperation there. Pleading. Very like the look that Caitlyn had given me. “I don’t have your memories. I don’t remember what you did, or do, or how you change through time. I… I can only beg. I will do anything for you, just please let it happen.”

My frown twisted into almost a snarl. Almost. I couldn’t quite bring true bitterness to use against him either, as he could not summon violence against me. We were trapped in our love for each other. In our softness, at the very least. “Why would I do anything you asked me to?”

He searched my eyes, and then sighed with relief when he found it. Found the part of me still fighting to survive. He recognized that I hadn’t completely given up. Completely committed myself to death. What sentient creature didn’t have survival reflexes that fought to extend those last moments? Who didn’t cling to life, even when death was inevitable?

He saw that part of me that fought and he sought to encourage it. “You find love after him. You’re so happy with me. We get married in the place from your dream board. Every dream you had comes true. You have a whole life, Y/n. You have eternity. It feels like eternity for us. It feels like forever. Where I’m from, it’s only been a few years, but I’ve been to the future. I’m a hero because of you. I take Barry’s place. That horrible world that he created for a while, when he leaves everyone behind - I fill it. You help me. We become the new team Flash. It’s… it’s different,” and it’s a plea when he says it. A desperate sell to get me to see the future he does. To want it. To believe in it. To fight for it. Or, more accurately, to not fight because of it. To give up and let it all happen. “But it’s ours. He never loves you. He never will. But I will. I see what he doesn’t. What he won’t. And we’re so much happier than they ever could have been. We’re worth it. We’re worth this.”

I can’t help myself. Even for Savatar, who I want to hate, who I’m going to destroy, I can’t bring myself not to want to reassure him. As I reassured Caitlyn last time, and have reassured Harry and Cisco and Barry and Iris and even Joe. I lean close, and I press a kiss to his forehead. His eyes flutter close and he leans into me, hands loosening their death grip as he melts into the affection. The first time I have showed it to him, as I am. A sign that I am capable of becoming the person who loves him. A beacon of hope I’m sure. I kiss him and I hold him when he leans into me and I close my eyes and, worst of all, I lie to him. “I won’t do it. I won’t do anything. I want that future with you. I want to be happy. I want to be loved. I want to be with you.” And it isn’t a complete lie. There are truths there that ring in my voice, making it warmer and filling it with light and hope and joy.

Half lies are so much easier to believe.

And he does believe them.

Savitar leans away from me, a hand rising to push hair behind my ear as he looks into my gaze and sees tears. “Can I kiss you?” He asked this question only once, always seeking out how much affection he’s allowed to show me. Until now, I couldn’t face something like that. The betrayal to Barry that it would be. We barely got to hugging until tonight.

But tonight… I’m going to die for Barry. I’m going to give him the ultimate sacrifice for his happiness. I can be a little selfish. Take a small betrayal for myself.

“Yes,” I whisper. Savitar doesn’t wait to be told again - he just kisses me. He has been waiting for this and I can tell. I’ve been waiting for it too, and that takes me by surprise. This weird in between, where kissing him is the daydream of kissing Barry that I have king craved, but also something completely new and separate and not about Barry at all. The part of me that will always love Barry meets the part of me that finds it easier and easier to love Savitar and I finally understand. They are the same part. I never moved on from Barry to love Savitar. It was new and also the same. Me getting everything I ever wanted and also something completely different. Me holding onto what I’ve been holding onto since day one, but also letting it go too. I didn’t move on from Barry - it was like dating his brother or his best friend. It was unfair to Savitar and even more unfair to me.

This darker me with these far more selfish desires…. It was sickening to think about. How could I have done this?

Now it was clearer than ever that I was going to go with the plan I’d picked. I was sure. I wouldn’t become the person Savitar knew me as. I wouldn’t let that version of me win. Not this time. Not ever.

-

The device wrapped around my wrist, disguised as a bracelet, had a wire attached that ran underneath my long sleeve, up my arm to the power source on my chest. The full body machine had been beautifully effective in making me not only look like Iris West, but being one hundred convincing in proving that I was her. I could smell her perfume, reach up and almost feel the curl on her hair. I would die as Iris West and no one would have time to recognize me, let alone stop me. They’d only have time to mourn me. And with Savatar’s defeat following so close after my own, I doubted they’d have the capacity to do anything other than celebrate.

Just as they always did. Take a moment and then let it go. Continue to be happy and successful, as the friends we’d lost along the way would want. And that was true, I did want them to be happy. I only wished I could have seen it.

Savatar had me in his grip, and I flinched as he gripped me a little too tightly. There was no softness now. No tenderness spared for the person he loved. I was Iris to him now. He wouldn’t realize he had killed the person most precious to him until it was too late.

I felt bad for him. It felt terrible that I was making him do this. That he was choosing to do it. That, perhaps, the forces of the universes drove him to be in such a position that we were all partially guilty. For treating him poorly. For having to kill Iris to survive. To choose between the woman he loved once, and the person he would come to love after. To chose between the man he had once been and the man he was made into after he wasn’t that man anymore. After he stopped being Barry and everyone turned on him.

My eyes closed when his fingers wrapped around my throat, my head tilting back as I felt the sun on my face for the last time.

Barry screamed.

Someone else screamed even louder.

My eyes flew open, recognizing Iris’s voice. She had her blazer opened, revealing the device on her chest. The one I had out there to turn her into me. To make her look like me so that she could hide until it was all over. So she could live.

What in the holy hell was she doing now?

Whatever it was, whatever play she had been trying to make at the last moment to save my life, it had been too late. Savatar flicked his wrist, gripping hard as he began to speed up, letting the speed force take him. He soon slammed to a halt as he processed that Iris was standing so far from him when she was supposed to be in his grip. That she was in two places at once.

Unfortunately for me, he had moved, and in shock he had loosened his grip. Barry didn’t have super strength, neither did Savatar. I ripped from him, going flying as my body rag dolled. I slammed into something solid. A tree? A wall? I couldn’t quite tell, my vision was blurry and spotted and for a second I couldn’t breathe. Everything spun and I was stunned - frozen in a moment of free fall and terror. Iris was supposed to have been zipped away, neck snapped and eyes dead to the world. Everything had gone wrong…

And then it went even worse.

The pain came all at once as my moment frozen in time ended. The agony of my burning body as I groaned while trying to scream. I realized immediately that my leg was broken and there was something wrong with my chest. Maybe a rib broken as well? Definitely a concussion. I blinked my eyes and saw blood around my face. Oh… I had hit something very hard indeed. Several broken things and a head wound. I was horribly injured, but perhaps not mortally.

Savitar was above me, tears streaming down his face. “Why?” He was asking, over and over again. Trying to understand. Failing to do so. I realized that in the process of my injury, the machine hiding who I was had broken. I was exposed as myself now, and all his softness was back. No betrayal. No anger. Just loss. Only mourning.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. And I realized that I had said it every single time he had asked me. A mantra of my own to match his.

He had lost the chance to kill Iris. In running to my side, the time had passed and as he looked down at me we both knew it. Love had won out in the end. But not our love. His love for me maybe, but my love for Barry. Barry’s love for Iris. A cycle of unrequited, unreturned devotion. An unending string of broken hearts.

As the pain took over and I went unconscious, I saw his skin begin to fade away, turning into waves of light and energy. He unwound and spun off into the breeze, and he cried for me and I cried for him and we watched the other fade away as our friends watched the two of us, unsure if or even how to help.

The last thing I saw was him, still asking why, me still answering in echoing apologies, and my friends still watching in horror.

-

I woke up in the infirmary bed that Barry had laid in, in a coma a few years ago now. I woke up to see him sitting in a chair next to me, as I’d sat in a chair next to him. I had been apart of the team building the particle accelerator. I had been a designer. An engineer. I put metal and fabric together with the same fingers, the same methods. Back then I hadn’t been here for the day it all went wrong. I’d moved onto another project, one I’d be kicked from when my name got dragged through the mud and my credibility was demolished. Caitlyn, Wells, and Cisco had welcomed me back with open arms, and though I couldn’t do much in studying Barry, I was a good comfort. Even with him unconscious I’d found myself falling for him in the stories that were told and the things people shared with him while unconscious to get him to respond. To get him to come back. I admired hun through their eyes, and felt their love until he one day was awake and had become my friend and I got to love him in a way that was all my own.

Now it was a bit startling to see him next to me, hand holding mine and completely unconscious. Just as he had found me the first day he had woken up. Dutiful and beside him like a guardian. A watcher, waiting for him to wake him as he waited for me now.

“Barry?” I went to pull my hand away and he stirred immediately, desperately holding onto me as he lifted his head, blinking bleary eyes heavy with sleep. He looked around the room, obviously not expecting the interruption to have come from me. How many times had the others had to drag him from this room? Oh god why did that make my heart do somersaults?

When he realized I was awake he light up. Still tired but far more alert, as it super charged by seeing me awake and seemingly better. I hurt but I could muster a smile and that seemed to be enough. He whispered my name, pressing his lips to my knuckles. “You’re awake,” he mumbled dreamily. Like it was the most important news he had ever gotten.

I couldn’t help it. I blushed. “Yes. I am.”

He chuckled and I watched him as he wiped sleep from his eyes. “Sorry,” he apologized. “Didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’ve been doing that a lot, here, in this chair. Gotta be bad for my back.” He tilted his head in an attempt to pop his neck, but didn’t let go of my hand.

“Barry,” I began slowly, eyes narrowing as I tried to make sense of what was happening in front of me. “I’m lost.”

He smiled, as if I had done something rather adorable. These were one of those almost-maybe moments where I thought he might have loved me if things were different. It took me by surprise now, lasting longer than it usually did. His tender admiration didn’t fade or switch out or get embarrassed or distracted and flee. He turned his full attention toward me without hesitation. “I can imagine how… disorienting it would be. To almost die trying to save Iris for me, only to wake up and… it’s all different now.”

I quirked an eyebrow. “Different how?”

He grew quiet for a moment, holding my hand and letting his thumb run back and forth across my skin. When he spoke, I found that I hadn’t been breathing the whole time. It was too much but I didn’t dare stop him. I didn’t dare stop him. “When I realized it had been you the whole time. That all this time, I had been watching you die. Not Iris. Or, maybe Iris, but that this time it was you. That somewhere maybe it changed. I saw something else too. I saw her guilt, and found out how long she’d known what you were doing. She didn’t even come that day - Harry did. Disguised as Iris to save you, willing to sacrifice his life for yours. Both of you so brave and amazing. And… I can’t imagine what it would be like to know you were going to die and then seeing an alternative. But, I understood you more than I did her after that. You get me in a way she never will. I sacrifice myself for people too. That’s what being a hero is about. And I am a hero to some people. I try to be a hero as much as I can be. I want to be a person who stands with pride. Not with guilt. And… it made me love you even more. It made me realize that I’ve had these feelings for you for a while.”

I blinked. “That’s impossible.”

Barry laughed, once, startled by my reaction. “You’d have thought. I was sick over Iris…” he shook his head. “But I realized, it was obsession more than love. I was fixated on her. I couldn’t have any other relationships, couldn’t even entertain them. I was trapped by this idea of destiny. The newspaper and Earth 2 and Eobard Thawne and Eddie dying. It was like we had this great destiny. Like I had to be with her. I was expected to be. It was all leading to this. And I realized that a part of it was that it felt useless to try anything else. My future had already been decided. And part of it was that it felt like a prize. For being a hero, and for being patient. For waiting for her. It felt like a reward.” He scowled. “And I realized that’s a super toxic mentality to have. Iris isn’t s prize, or a reward - she’s a person. And I kept treating her like she was only going to be happy if she was with me. That we were two halves of a whole. But she’s a whole person by herself, and she’s capable and worthy of happiness on her own.” He shrugged. “Between that and my love for you, surging in this moment… I just felt like an idiot. I’d spent so much time wasted on a relationship I’d already failed by feeling like I was owed something. I’m not, and it’s different with you. Freer. This happened naturally, and despite everything else. Against all odds. It was given to me, I worked for it. No destiny, no predetermination. Just you and me. No god or fate involved. And I like it better this way.”

My heart surged, and my eyes went wide. “Barry Allen, did you just say you’re in love with me?”

He laughed, this time for a while, and he kissed my hand again. “That was.. a lot, all at once.” He sighed, grabbing my hands between both of his. “I’m sorry, let’s start with something more simple. How are you feeling?”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Wonderful.”

He beamed back. “Perfect. Can I kiss you?”

It felt like a dream as I whispered, “Yes.” He kissed me and I thought about when I had kissed Savitar. We had both dodged relationships that were bad for us. He had been obsessed with Iris his entire life, eternally pining and blinded, treating her like so much less than a person. And I had done the same with Savitar. Iris had been an idea to him, as Savitar was a missed opportunity I had seized in a new and different way.

How much better that we lived in the timeline where s’more genuine love won out. That we chose each other and got to be our best selves, instead of pushing for relationships that we wanted no matter the cost. No matter protest or person. This… this was freer. More innocent. Kinder.

“I love you,” I whispered, and I felt no guilt. Only joy. I imagine that the other me must have felt a lot of guilt. But not this me. Not this time. Finally I was free of that.

“I love you too,” he whispered back, and I heard it in his voice too. The freedom. The joy. The love.

How wonderful was that?

-

Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

[annywayne]

Natasha Wayne (OC) & Barry Allen

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

I know this may sound cheesy but I just want to say a massive thank you to my recent anon requester for requesting an imagine and it's second part.

For a while there I was stuck in a rut with writing and I felt like I was finished with writing but thanks to my anon, I feel like I have my spark back and I am grateful for that.

This leads me to say that anyone who would like an imagine for the month of December and maybe into January, feel free to request any imagine you'd like.

It may take me a couple days to write but I promise to give your request my absolute best.

So send me your requests and feel free to be as detailed as you'd like with them. The more details the better because then I can really get your imagine the way you'd like and turn it into something that makes you smile and feel some joy when reading.

Anyway,

Thank you all in advance for your requests and another massive thank you to my recent anon requester.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to each and everyone of you❤️

[awhjensen]

The Flash Season 3 [GAGREEL] [High Quality]

[marvelsgirl616]

THINKING UNHOLY THOUGHTS RN… 🤭😫

[sak-supernatural]

This is actually crazy! TODAY IS THE DAY!!!

I watched this when I was like 11 and I loved The Flash for the longest time (part of me always will), but I never managed to finish the show I stopped somewhere around s4. I randomly thought about it again today and looked it up only to find out that TODAY is the exact date that seemed so far off in the future in 2013. ONE day later and I would have missed this iconic moment in my life. How have I made it this far? As a kid it seemed like APRIL 25 2024 was nothing more than a fictional date that was never going to happen.

This was actually my first real fandom and I am forever greatfull for that, the first time I discovered shipping could be between any two characters canon or not and the first time I discovered gay fanciction (coldflash). Also a time where I delved hardcore into Xreader for the first and only time in my life, I had the biggest hugest fattest most gigantic crush on Barry Allen and consequently Grant Gustin. How can time be real when I am now the same age as he was when he started in The Flash? This is truly nuts and an iconic moment in my life!!

Anyway as a thanks to anyone who bothered reading my crazed ramblings I’m putting together a playlist of my favourite edits from this era of my life:

P.s. I don’t know how many times I listened to Barry sing “Running Home To You” and imagined it was to me, it was too many.

[her-favorite]

post them here!!!💗💗💗

Will do! 🤭🫶🏻

[siremasterlawrence]

Boyfriend Stable Part 2

Calling Puppy Grant

Grant Gustin is a submissive who I spoke to through Skype training with hypnosis and have invited to my apartment up the hall staircase.

Getting on top of the staircase he walks up to my door on the left with excitement he is all smiles his mouth wishes open with his pearly whites shine.

I let him in to the apartment I now inhabit for the longterm slamming the door her turns to face me and runs up to my face with a bright smile.

He literally wraps his arms over me holding on so tightly his body yanks me into his as we commiserate with his moans bounce off the walls.

We back up till my back hits the wall of my living his cute small pink lips touch mine as we kiss nice slow, king and steady powerful really.

His arms reach my shoulder feeling me up he says I am his man but he has no idea what I am planning for him only what I can imagine.

My slips relinquish causing him to cry a bit needing me again I lean into his ear inhaling a deep breath and whisper his trigger word as he falls into my arms.

Good boi I say he fully collapses his weight onto mine, he fully swirls in my power all go his expression fails and his mind opens up to obey.

Under my power his body slips from my both arms to his knees then he fell on to his back and all the way on the cold floor of my super studio.

I think you feel deeply connected to me in all ways I say to him kneeling down placing my hand on him touching his head I pat him on the head.

He smirks rolling his head on to my palm as the hair letting me rub him up from the top of his head and down his face so smooth my babe.

I lean in kissing him turning his back onto the floor topping him with my ass my friend spread over him and lick him up beginning to hump him.

Imagine there is door in front of you my dear slave Grant. Can you see it? I say the image of the door appears in his mind and he took the knob.

He spins the knob opening the door entering the space the door closes as the length of the staircase elongates and he takes his first step.

One step at a time every step deepens all of my control the beautiful candle light lites up of the hall way his shadow is showcase on to the wall.

On to the main floor he stood still awaiting my orders as instructed he follows the light to the back door exiting the hall he find him self.

Grant the shadow growth lengthens on to the wall extending outward the table moves a bit and the walls constantly spinning about.

His body shook out of control because he is oddity losing himself a bit at a time my voice is getting stronger than him my lips touch his ears.

I kiss his lips tenderly making him moan a bit under my body he rolls squirming like crazy he is erratic.

I pat his body rubbing up his tummy as he is moaning more sighing with content I can feel him on me.

“What are you thinking?”

“Mmmmmm…..I love you”

“Do you want me?”

“Can you hear me Grant? Of course you can my dear.”

“You have been living a lie.”

“I’ve been living a lie.”

“Correct! You will address me as Master…”

“Master Lawrence “

“Good boi!”

“You are a puppy”

“I am a puppy”

“Your sex is dog”

“You walk on all four legs”

“You love to be petted”

“Rub down”

“Roll over on the floor”

“Obsessed with play”

“Love to run”

“Bite things”

“You love to play”

“Follow me”

“Wag tail”

“Shake his head”

“Hump my shoes”

“Own me Master”

“Speak boi”

“Bark bark”

I snap my fingers he wakes up on his knees to begging to serve me his he starts to hug my leg and humps me.

“Oh Master, Iove you “

“Good dog”

He wags his butt happily.

“Who is my good boi?”

“Such a good boi”

“I love you Master Lawrence “

“I love you too “

“Thank you!”

“Pet me”

“There you go “

“Take me for a walk “

“Hell yes!”

The end

Pussy Cat Oliver

“Master…Master”

“What is it puppy?”

“My friend Oliver”

“He can help”

“With what?”

“He is stuffy”

“Excuse me?”

“You will see it”

“Trust me”

“Ok boi”

“Now come here “

“Pet me”

“Mmmmm”

“Master “

“I love you “

“Knock…knock”

“Oh he’s here”

“Go ahead”

“Thank you Master!”

“You are welcome”

“Master please meet Stephen”

“Hello Stephen”

“Nice to meet you “

“You too”

“Can you hypnotize me?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Why should I?”

“You are hot”

“Told you so”

“He is my Master”

“Hahahahaha”

“Ok commence it”

“Shall we start”

“Why not?”

“Thanks babe”

“Babe”

“I hope”

“Someday soon”

“Maybe?”

“You wish”

“I do”

“Such a flirt”

“Hell yeah!”

“I am quite “

“But a heartbreaker”

Patting Grants long ended head I placing a black collar on his neck and kiss triggering him in to trance.

He fell to the floor flipping the room panel light switch off everything goes dark and I plan it all.

Reaching for a flash light I point to the tiny center middle piece of the glass flashing it in his face.

“That’s it your focal point”

“Relax and almost”

“You got it”

“Sink deeper and deeper”

“Listen carefully “

“You are not human, you are a cat”

“Kitty cat”

“My pet”

“You speak and meow”

“When you wake up you will be my cat”

“One…two…three my pet wake up”

“Hello Master meow”

The end

Part 1