#the flash reader insert

[sixeyesonathiel]

what happens when gojo satoru sees a tiktok that says “she won’t marry you if you don’t bake her cookies” and takes it way too seriously?

a/n : satoru in a small ponytail. that’s it. i am so ill.

it starts with a tiktok.

some ridiculous, pastel-filtered, bubbly-voiced thing that popped up on his for you page. satoru wasn’t even paying attention at first—phone half dangling from his hand, his long legs stretched across the couch, socks mismatched, one slipping off at the heel. eyes glassy from too many cursed reports. a headache blooming behind his infinity.

then he hears it:

“she won’t marry you if you don’t bake her cookies.”

the video loops, endlessly.

satoru’s entire body tenses like he’s been struck. won’t marry me? the phrase echoes. his thumb hovers above the screen, then slowly lowers it like he’s disarming a bomb. he watches the video again. and again. and again. each repetition more damning than the last.

because here’s the thing—he’s already imagined it. you, in white. your name beside his on every formality. the tiny domestic moments. the matching toothbrushes. your socks in his drawer. the way you scrunch your nose at strong coffee but drink it anyway because it reminds you of mornings with him. gojo satoru, known for his irreverence, hasn’t taken anything seriously since he was sixteen—except you.

so, of course, he can’t take any risks.

within five minutes, he’s spiraling. tabs multiplying like cursed spirits. “best cookie recipes to make her love you.” “is baking a love language.” “can cookies be legally binding.” he’s skimming mom blogs and side-eyeing user reviews like they’re jujutsu intel. he gets into an argument with a reddit user named sugarboi92 about sea salt ratios. he forgets to blink.

you’re across from him on the couch, knees tucked to your chest, headphones in, humming softly to yourself. your lips move slightly with the lyrics. you don’t even notice the way his blue eyes flick toward you every thirty seconds, like he’s checking the stakes of the mission. his gaze lingers on the slope of your shoulder, the arch of your brow when you’re concentrating. the way you curl your toes slightly when you're content.

the next day, the kitchen is chaos.

flour in his hair. streaked across one cheek like warpaint. he’s tied his hair back, sort of—a stubborn, barely-there stub of a ponytail held by one of your elastics, fraying loose at the crown. his bangs still refuse to behave, fluttering messily over his forehead. he’s in your apron. pink. frilly. a cartoon cat winking on the chest. it rides up awkwardly over his broad frame, and he wears it with the dignity of a man crafting destiny.

his sleeves are rolled to the elbows. his forearms flex as he stirs. his fingers are clumsy, smudged with brown sugar. a smear of chocolate ends up on his temple. he mutters under his breath with each step, reciting the recipe like a curse formula. every so often, he glances toward the door, listening for your footsteps.

jazz plays faintly from the speaker. something soft, velvety. the smell of vanilla and browned sugar hangs heavy in the air. when he spins to check the oven, his socked foot slips slightly on a patch of spilled butter—he stumbles, catches himself with infinity, then growls, “no, no, no—these are for my wife.”

satoru tries. he really tries. he measures, levels, even uses your little kitchen scale. but halfway through, impatience wins. he eyeballs the butter. forgets the baking soda. adds too many chocolate chips. licks the spoon like it might tell him what love should taste like.

the cookies come out uneven. some puffed too tall. others thin, laced with caramelized edges. a few… a few are better left unnamed. but he arranges the best of them on a plate, forming a heart that leans to the side like it’s shy. he pipes icing across the center: “marry me?”

it’s crooked. a little desperate. but honest.

the kitchen is still warm when you shuffle in, rubbing your eyes, hair sticking up from sleep. your sleep shirt hangs off one shoulder. you freeze mid-step, blinking slowly at the sight of him.

he’s standing like a statue—plate in both hands, held up like an offering to a divine force. his hair is coming loose, white strands falling into his eyes. powdered sugar dusts his collarbone.

“...did you bake?”

your voice is raspy. amused. your brows lift slightly.

“for you,” he blurts. “they’re… hideous. but they’re made with love. and maybe some shell. tiny bits. character-building crunch.”

you blink. then smile. soft and slow. your hand comes up to stifle a laugh, but it slips through anyway—light and warm. he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for a century.

you take a cookie, nibble it, eyebrows rising in playful surprise. “not bad. crunchy. very... bold.”

he grins, triumphant and sheepish all at once. “bold like my love.”

later, you’re curled into him on the couch, your fingers idly twisting the hem of his shirt. his hand is at your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles over your hipbone, grounding himself. the crumbs from the cookies are scattered on the coffee table, forgotten.

satoru murmurs into your hair, “you would marry me even if i didn’t bake, right?”

you hum, teasing. “maybe.”

you don’t see the way his jaw tightens slightly. how his hand stills. how his eyes lose focus, staring somewhere into the middle distance.

that night, he doesn’t sleep.

by 3 a.m., he’s back in the kitchen. hair tied up again, face set in grim determination. this time, he double-checks the measurements. preheats the oven properly. watches every timer like a hawk. he sifts the flour twice. levels every cup. wipes down the counter with surgical precision.

because gojo satoru might be the strongest sorcerer alive—but when it comes to you, he won’t risk anything. not even with cookies.

he knows the video’s probably a joke. he knows you’re not the kind of person who’d break up with him over a batch of chocolate chips. he knows tiktok is 90% lies and 10% cat videos with manipulated audio. but what if it’s not? what if, deep down, there's a part of you that really does want warm, homemade cookies from the person you love? what if someone else bakes them for you first?

that’s not a chance he’s willing to take.

not when he’s already seen every future where he loses you—and in none of them did it start with cookies. but maybe that’s why it’s so dangerous. maybe the end begins with small, quiet things.

so he bakes.

and love, unlike cursed energy, can’t be tamed. it pulses, wild and unscripted, without binding vows or techniques—just a heart stupid enough to keep trying.

[xitsensunmoon]

TW: FLASHING and slightly suggestive

I call it blorbo aggression... For better quality I'd recommend checking it on my tiktok but eh.

My fav frames are under the cut

I love his pathetic flat ass so much<333

[hanasnx]

am I allowed to request another? if so, hear me out- wally west using his speed to vibrate his fingers/tongue to pleasure you in the heat of the moment, too preoccupied with trying to please you to realize that you’re freaking out bc he never told you he was the flash and you don’t understand how he’s moving his fingers like that, sending vibrations pulsing through your whole body for the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever experienced.

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

“What are you doing? What are you doing—? How are you doing that?” you gasp, speaking over your own squeals while your body squirms against your will. Head jerking side-to-side, arching your back off the bed like you’re possessed. Your spine aches while it bears the snap of your twisting, but WALLY WEST is steadfast—for the first time in his life. One hand is clamped securely on the inside of your thigh, reminding your hips to stay still when need be, pinning you with his strength while his right hand consumes you.

If you were able to curl your neck and focus on what’s between your legs, you wouldn’t be able to see his fingers. It’s not because they’ve disappeared into you, it’s because they’re moving faster than the naked eye can comprehend. It’s a vibration. It’s a precise and highly skilled kind of vibration, better than any sex toy you’ve subjected yourself to. Your entire body breaks out in a sweat, dampening the hair at your scalp while you howl from the overwhelming stimulation. Once again, he’s gotta catch your naughty hips and keep them where he wants them, “Now, now, baby, don’t be like that.” he croons through his pant, glancing up at your pretty face scrunched up in an expression akin to anguish.

Your poor clit is battered and abused and puffy—just taking what he’s feeding it as you near the edge because of it. “Wally—“ you heave, your entire chest rising and falling with your deep breaths. “Wally—!” He eggs you on, taunting you with exclaims as you say his name like you want his attention. “Wally, I’m gonna—!” you cut yourself off with your own shrill shriek, dissolving the end of your sentence as you burst. A white hot explosion erupts within you, and you had no idea such a feeling could arise from simple but dedicated clit play. He slows his fingers as he helps you ride it out, watching the signs of your body, and when you fall completely limp, he gives you a little love tap with the flat of his fingers. The subtle strike against your bud makes you jump, and you grin, swallowing thickly while you hold his gaze.

[shortnsweetsposts]

Robin: Like I said, we need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Nightwing: Your what??

Robin: My friends.

Bat!reader: Is he saying friends?

Red hood: I think he's being sarcastic.

Red robin: No, no, no. This is delirium. He's cracked from being awake all night.

Nightwing: Hey, Robin, all of your friends are in this room.

Robin, annoyed: I have other friends. You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends.

Robin: It was a task... I complete tasks.

Orphan: That's great.

Spoiler: I can't wait to meet them!

Nightwing, proud and teary-eyed: Damian, you listened to me!

[lycheeloving]

Couples costumes with DC characters!! just very quick and silly headcanons

Clark: probably something silly, like ketchup and mustard.

Diana: angel and devil! she's the angel and you're the devil ofc.

Bruce: you're going as a vampire and his victim, so he has an excuse to kiss your neck all night long. you tried to convince him to do Batman and Robin (you're Batman, of course), but he refused to do it :(

Hal: wants to do something scary. he's a killer and you're a corpse who's smeared in blood or something.

Barry: a horse. you're in the front, he's in the back.

J'onn: he's a shape-shifter, he's the best at Halloween!! you go as Frankenstein's monster and Frankenstein :)

Zatanna: magician and the bunny being summoned out of a hat 🎩

feel free to add more in the reblogs/comments if you can think of anything else!

[supercap2319]

Y/N: "Barry, trust me. Everyone wants you."

Barry: *Wet and naked* "Why would anyone want me?"

Y/N: "Look at the lightning bolt between your legs."

Barry: *Looks downward*

[totallynotashieldagent]

Kinktober 2024 - Role Reversal

Pairing: Barry Allen/Reader

Barry always thought he was doing good for you. He liked doing good for you. He enjoyed being tied up, being at your mercy. He had too much on his shoulders in his life as a hero that the bedroom was his reprieve. A safe haven. He could let go. Cry, beg, whimper- Be at your feet and you’d praise me for it. 

However, right now, he wasn’t so sure anymore. 

“What?” You smiled at him, looking up from your book. 

“Nothing.” He said smoothly. 

But it was something. More than just- He’d read the book you were currently reading when you’d gone to drink water. He’d seen the obscenity that you were reading with a straight face and a casual smile. But it wasn’t that. No, it wasn’t that you were consuming the filth. Hell, you two had been plenty filthy ever since you got together. 

But this was so different than what you and him did. You were reading something he hadn’t ever been with you. 

“Bed?” He asked, hoping you’d get the hint. 

You nodded, “Let me just finish this chapter.” You didn’t look up, “What are you feeling like tonight?” 

It was a simple enough question. Same as every time before they did anything. 

“I want to try something new.” Barry said, standing up, stalking closer until he towered over you. “Can we?” 

“Sure,” You smiled, putting your book aside, “What did-”

“I want control tonight.” His words make you pause, you blinked in surprise a little. “You heard me.” 

“But we-” You were cut off with his hand grabbing your jaw. 

“I know. But we’re not. Not tonight.” He said, his breath mingling with yours. You swallowed a little, nodding. “Same rules?” You nodded again. “Good girl-”

Your eyes widened even more. “Barry-” You gasped softly, his lips just barely brushing against yours. Your neck was pulled up as much as possible from your sitting position. His grip was tight on your jaw. He shushed you, his lips grazing yours. 

“No speaking unless spoken to, remember?” He whispered, reminding you of your own rules during play for him. You nodded again for him. “Now-” He smiled, still not kissing you, still just leaning over, his breath ghosting your skin, setting everything aflame. “I want you to go and put on that red teddy we got last month and sit pretty on the bed until I come. Okay? Say yes.” 

“Yes-” You whispered. He let go and you slumped back into the chair, your heart in your throat. You slowly got up and went to the bedroom to change, still confused by the sudden change of demeanour. It wasn’t unwelcome but it was… surprising. 

You were kneeling in the middle of the bed when he came into the room. The outline of his cock was clear and visible as he entered in just his boxers. You wore the crotchless red teddy that didn’t leave much to the imagination. It was all just lace that covered your nipples and waist tastefully. 

“Look at you.” He smirked, moving around the room like a cat, closing the door, turning down the lights to a soft yellow hue for mood lightening. “Ready, sunshine?” You nodded, unsure of what to expect. “We’ll go easy, okay?” He walked to the edge of the bed. You looked up with big eyes and he wanted to groan with how pretty you looked. 

He imagined he could fuck you stupid in under a second and before you’d even realize what happened, your pussy would be leaking his cum. He tucked that thought away for some other time. 

“Open.” His thumb traced your lower lip and you, oh so obediently opened your mouth for him. His thumb pressed down on your tongue, eyes locked and he smiled. “Could get used to this sight, you know.” You couldn’t help but smirk around his thumb. A soft exhale of a giggle left you.

“What are we gonna do, Barry?” You mumbled around his thumb. 

His face darkened, a light slap coming down your cheek as he held your face in place with his thumb in your mouth and his hand under your jaw. 

“I told you, baby. No speaking unless spoken to. Remember?” He reminded you. You swallowed around his thumb, the slap shooting to your cunt and nodding. “Good. Now… Think of a number between one and ten. And tell me what you pick.” 

You know exactly where this is going. You can’t say a number too low and get punished but a high number would be your doom as well. 

“F-Four?” You said carefully. 

“Four?” His knuckles caressed your cheek. “We can do four. Lay back-” 

You nodded and pushed back until you were lying flat on your back. He pried your legs open and settled in between them. You were about to ask something when you saw his hand in the air and how it started to buzz as he reached down to your pussy. Oh no- This was going to be-

You gasped immediately as soon he touched you. Your hips bucking, you moaned and pushed up towards him. His other hand clamped down your mouth. 

“Told you, baby- No talking.” He grunted, his hand working worse than a Hitachi against your clit. You whined and gasped against his hand. The first orgasm was quick approaching. You hated how well he knew your body. How much time and effort he’d put into learning it. Because all that was now coming back to bite you in the ass- 

You cursed behind his clamped hand, feeling the coil in your stomach, tighten, your lungs burn for air as you tried to gasp and cum. And just when you were almost there, he pulled away. You breathed in heavily, looking him with confusion. 

“Aww.. baby…” He cooed, his voice sweet but his eyes were feral. “You said four, remember?” You still didn’t know what he meant. “Four times I get to edge you.” 

Fuck- That’s definitely not what you’d had in mind. You’d assumed four orgasms. Because that’s the game you always played with Barry. But to be edged four times? Like that? You were sure you’d lose your mind by the end. 

“Now-” His hand went back to your clit and you cried out at the suddenness, “Still not behaving, baby? Don’t make me do it six times-” 

Your own hands hand down on your mouth to shut you up. Your eyes were rolled back and your back was arched off the bed. Everything felt so good and- and- and- so close, so close, maybe I could just- 

“Ah- ah- not so fast-” Barry laughed softly, and your hands fell away from your mouth with an annoyed huff, “You really thought you could pull a fast one on me, honey?” His drenched hand wrapped at your throat, his index and middle fingers pushing their way into your mouth. “That’s a good girl.” You sucked his fingers but glared at him angrily. He laughed again and shook his head, “Okay, okay- You can talk now.” 

“Fuck you.” You pouted, “Let me cum!” 

“Not yet, pretty girl.” He said softly, pushing his boxers down to reveal his blushing cock. The tip was angry red and already leaking. “I’m going to make you lose your mind first.” He smiled, slowly starting to rub his dick at your desperate, sopping cunt and not letting you take him. His other hand rested at your hips, making sure you didn’t move too much and force him into yourself. 

“Barry- Baby- Please-” You whined again, trying hard to wiggle your hips but his hand kept you down firmly. His cock painfully teasing at your already bullied clit. 

He smirked, “What? Getting to three already? Such a needy girl.” You whined, falling back into the bed. Your fists clenching in the sheets tightly with anger and desperation.

His dick rubbed against your pussy slowly and with just enough pressure at your clit to start to fray your nerves. The bastard was right. Three was happening already. You pressed the heels of your palms at your eyes with a groan, still trying to buck and somehow just get him to put it in. 

Soon enough, your stomach was starting to tighten and flex. A signal for Barry to slow down and stop. He pulled away again, smug and proud. 

“You know, sweetheart-” He drawled, “I get why you like being incharge. It’s addictive. The control.” He pumped his dick. His hand slid over it easily as it was drenched in your slick. “Maybe we should do it often, hm?” He slapped your thigh playfully.

“You’re the worst-” Your mind was starting to give up. Three times you’d almost cum and three times he’d pulled away to tease you. 

“Yeah?” Barry chuckled, kneeling between your legs, and pulling your thighs around his waist. “Don’t worry, pretty. I’m gonna give it to you finally.” 

“Fucking finally-” You laughed breathlessly, pulling him down, your arms wrapping around his neck. His face was buried in the crook of your neck and as he slid into your snug cunt, he groaned desperately. 

Teasing you relentlessly had driven him half-mad as well. 

“Fuck- You feel s’good-” He moaned, slowly starting to move. He breathed heavily and knelt up straight, holding your waist tightly. Looking down at your wrecked state turned him on even more. The sheen on your skin, the parted lips gasping for air, the way your eyes closed and how your fingers twisted your own nipples for more stimulation. He growled and held your wrists above your head. “Only I give you pleasure tonight, sweetheart.” 

“Barry-” You whined, resisting against him but it was no use. 

He was a super and you simply weren’t. 

“Please-” You begged again. Shame and self-respect were long gone. You just needed to cum now. You weren’t even sure if he’d edged you four times already or not? Or if he had just lied and done it more times? You had no idea. All you knew was that your body was on fire and you needed to cum. 

Barry moaned, a laugh somewhere mixed in the sound as his hips thrust harder. The sound of skin against skin echoed in the bedroom followed by your gasping whines every time his cock pushed up at your g-spot. Your nails clawed at his hand that held your wrists. His other hand was holding your hips so tight that you were sure it’d leave a mark and you wouldn’t be able to sleep on that side for days but god, maybe this is what heaven was supposed to feel like?

His pace stayed steady and hard but then something more happened that made your entire body arch off the bed with a scream. He started to vibrate. His cock was pistoning but also doubling as an angry Hitachi and now, tears were streaming down your face. You were so close but he wouldn’t give in. 

There was babbling of begging mixed with gasps and cries. 

“Wanna cum, pretty girl?” He cooed and you all but screamed a yes. “That’s it- Cum for me-” He growled, his hand letting go of your wrists and finally touching your clit with a light buzz to his thumb. 

The touch ignited your entire body. You’d never felt this alive before. Your body was convulsing almost achingly as you arched. Your nails clawed angry red marks across his biceps, crying out his name as you came, squeezing his dick hard. 

“There she is- That’s my good girl-” He growled, his hand not letting up and his relentless rhythm not faltering. 

Your pussy was swallowing him up tightly and god, if he died right now, he would ascend to heaven, he knew it. 

Your body shook violently as you came again? twice? you weren’t sure- it was so overwhelming and all-consuming, and all you knew was his name at this point. Barry- Barry- Barry- You cried out, your nails drawing blood on his back. He didn’t care, he knew it would heal. Even if it didn’t, fuck it all to hell, this was paradise and his cock was in nirvana itself. 

“Please- please- I can’t-” You sobbed, tears streaming down slowly, disappearing into your hair. 

“One more, baby- Just one more- I know you can-” He rutted into you hard, his speed coming into play. 

You weren’t sure what was up or down anymore. All you knew was that his cock was fucking you into the mattress, his hand was vibrating at your clit and your vision was blurring out from pleasure. 

The scream that ripped from your throat made you taste copper and your body felt like it was genuinely on fire. Your cunt gushed like it had never before, Barry’s abdomen glistening with your squirt- He was so shocked that he’s accomplished it and with how hard your pussy was clenching, how desperately you were mewling for him, all his bravado crumbled finally. 

You felt hot cum fill you up and Barry doubled over onto you, his breath coming in broken gasps as he groaned against your neck, showering praises and whining desperately as he kissed everywhere he could reach. All his I want control broke. He was putty for you, holding you close, his hips stuttering against yours to prolong yours and his orgasm. 

“Sweetheart-” He groaned after a while. “That- fuck-” He whispered hotly against your neck. “I can’t- You- Oh god-” 

You moaned, your head thrown back, meeting his slowing down movements, your throat raw, your mouth dry, your stomach wet from your own juices, and your pussy full of him- 

You laughed breathlessly. “You did good, baby- Real good for your first time.” 

“Yeah?” He looked at you from the corner of his eye, a lopsided smile on his face, “Thanks-” He mumbled again against your shoulder.

Kinktober 2024.

[juniemunie]

If we're not giving up, don't give up wherever you are.

That's a promise.

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Lab Experiment Cow Hybrid + Farmer Reader [Commission]

Request: I’m thinking a farmer reader stumbles upon Carnis hiding in the barn absolutely terrified and [they] have to coax them inside with sweets and get them into a warm bath and untangle and braid their hair and take care of them

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: None, Fluff

-

It's about that time of the week again. Reserves plenty full as is. 

Jury's hung over whether the dentists in town despise you, or would sooner pat you on the back for your hand at delaying business. To think it all began with you being a pushover. The delight in those little eyes when you relented to the inquisitive nudges driven at your sides, panning off the last few bites of a candy bar you'd been nursing on that entire morning to the pesky bovine in exchange for a piece of mind. 

From that day on, you began noticing an increasing amount of wrappers discarded around your property correlating with frequent visits from the local children. To negate the overfeeding of your animals, or the greater offense of giving them something they shouldn't consume, you organized a section of your front porch for the kids to leave their offerings for you to inspect at hours your hands were free. Extra treats for your livestock, and for yourself when nobody was looking. 

Set up wasn't anything fancy- A tightly sealed bucket propped by the leg of an old rocking chair thrown in by the sellers of the land free of charge. Leaving the treats out in the open left them vulnerable to the grubby hands and teeth of a certain brand of trespasser on your property. With school back in session, you haven't bothered to sort through the cache as often as you during the winter or summer season, but that didn't mean there was any shortage of supply. The last time you checked, you barely managed to lift the container off the ground. Between this and the manual labor, your back is bound to be….

That's strange- 

Ground your weight into your legs in preparation for the heavy load, you lift the bucket from its spot on your porch with surprising ease - the shift in heft immediately clicking in your mind. Upon second examination, you discover one of the latches disjointed from its hinge; fingerprints evident in the sticky residue left behind. Too human to be a raccoon. Too large to be the doing of one of the younger kids. An older kid, or perhaps more shameful the work of an adult- As if you were any better.

“Now who's gone and stolen these kids' candy?” If that's anyone's job, it's yours. Couldn't have been too long ago. The container was stuffed to the brim the last time you dug through it not even two nights ago. With the freshness of the stains, there was a small chance they were still on your farm. If they were willing to take candy, there's no letting what else those sticky fingers might latch onto. 

Fortune being on your side, it didn't take long to spot the first clue. Descending the short flight of steps, foil crinkles beneath the bottom of your work boots. Peeling it from your heel, the fond memory of that sweet girl just down the road offering up her favorite chocolate to her favorite cow comes to mind. You make a mental note to remember the brand the next time you head to the store as you pocket the wrapper. 

Following in its wake, strips of torn packaging battle the evening wind - wedged snuggly betwixt the branches of a brush right outside your home. The next you locate beneath the wheel of your truck. More and more pop up in places you'd be last to check. Beneath the leg of a chair left out for guests. Inside a wheelbarrow with a hind wheel you've yet to fix- Parked centimeters away from the slightly ajar door of the barn. Your barn. 

In all your years as a rancher, you never left that door open. Too high a risk of the livestock wandering in and starting a fuss when you allowed them to roam free. Between their feed and the delicate machinery inside, it wasn't the safest place to leave them- Or anyone for that matter.

“Hello?!”

Prying the door open, your voice echoes in conjunction with the cry of its rusted joints. Silence is a common acquaintance within the four walls of that old barn. You'd trade that familiar friend for any inkling sound as you tentatively cross the threshold inside.

“Is anyone in here?! If you're the one who stole all that candy, I'm not mad! It's not safe for you to be in here!”

Though you were a little peeved, they didn't need to know that. It wasn't the end of the world either way I'd the rest of your belongings were untouched. 

The affirmation of your placidity towards the theft stirs something hidden under the blanket of shadows shrouding the interior of the barn. A whimper - coupled with the shuffling of feet from what you can decipher. 

“You… D-do you promise you're not mad?” 

That voice.. You can't recall a single one in town quite like it. How can a voice that hoarse and scratchy sound so…meek? Timid even. Edging on the tips of your toes, you peer around the wall of hay bales separating you - scrunching your brows as your eyes adjust to the darkness. 

“It's just candy. Easy to replace. Can't say the same for all the equipment around you, so why don't you come out?”

A hand slinks shyly into your feeding vision - shriveling back with the slightest movement on your part. What looks to be the tip of a bull's horn darts away out the corner of your eye - strangled moans and sniffles sounding from the abyss. 

“S-safe… I don't k-know… Don't know if it's safe to come out. Too s-soon… Afraid they'll find m-me.. Afraid you'll…” 

The voice hiccups - breathes spiking in intake as it curls in on itself. 

“Hey, Hey! Don't cry!” Your shout only startles the voice more, shaking as it babbles out-

“S-sorry… I was just so h-hungry… ‘m sorry… I know I'm b-bad for stealing, but please- Please don't m-make me go away… I'm sorry…”

Digging through your pocket, you fish out the crumpled wrapper, waving it in the air. 

“This is your doing from what I understand….”

The voice croaks, “y…yes…”

“If you come out, you can have another. It's not stealing if I give it to you. I just want to talk to you.”

No response. You start to question if they've dissipated into thin air until-

“You don't t-think?... You don't think I'm bad?”

“I don't know enough about you to have any opinion on you, but if someone's stealing because they're starving - they aren't the worst person in the world.”

Your eyes follow the upwards trajectory of the subtle outline of a figure as they stand - your head leant back in consideration of their full height. A leg sprouts from behind the hair - At first glance, it's tricky to render the layers of dirt caked onto their skin from the inch thick, dotted line sprawled up the length of their calf; disappearing beyond the skirt of their tattered medical gown. As their second foot enters your sight, a dangling cord catches your guard - swishing freely against the soil floor. Fuzzy, a large tuft of fur bristled at its end. 

It's a tail.

The person, if you can even call them that, avoids your curious gaze as your eyes shoot up to the horns atop their head. Through that thick head of hair, you can faintly see tears clinging for dear life to their lashes. You don't need to tell them what they've probably already heard. Not now anyway. You've extended your olive branch, best to leave questions for later. 

“Guess you weren't stealing at all to begin with. That bucket of candy was for the cows anyway.” 

Even in the gloom of the desolate barn, you can see the shine in their eyes. 

-

“So… Carnis? Is that your name?”

Suckling the same piece of caramel they picked out from your treasure trove of sweets, the cow bows their head in a nod.

“name… It's the one I p-picked out…my name… So, it's mine, right?” 

“Pretty sure that's how that works. Carnis, my name is Y/n.” 

“Y/n.” The hybrid’s ears hang rested at either side of his head. “That's a n-nice name. Pretty… O-or whatever works best for you. Nice to m-meet you… Y/n.”

“It's nice to meet you too, Carnis. Now that we're well acquainted and on the fast track at becoming friends, don't you think it's about time for you to get in the tub?”

“n…no?”

The blanket you gave him is better off as a wash rag for your car at this rate. It'll take a lot of elbow grease to get that filth out. Fortunately, it should come out far easier on human- cow skin, but you won't be able to find out with their reluctance on stepping foot in your bathroom. 

“I don't… like bathing. It h-hurts… My.. my.. caretakers scrubbed too hard. The water was too c-cool too….”

Their skin crawls at the recollection. It'd be cruel of you to laugh at what seems to be a trigger of some kind for them, but the disbelief at it all as you befuddled. 

“Too cold? Is that what you're scared of? Radiator needs to be fixed more often than I'd like, but I assure you the water is just fine at the moment. Here, take my hand. I'll show you.”

You've been kind so far. Given him food, a soft blanket. It isn't too soon to trust you, is it? Too risky…

“O-okay…”

Trailing behind you, you guide Carnis into the bathroom and over to the tub. The walls are white. That same porcelain shell they're all too familiar with, but - that's something more. A hairbrush. An assortment of dental products; crisp scent of toothpaste still evident in the sink. Shower currents fitted to your personal tastes. It wasn't just another bath. 

It was a home.

“H-hot!”

The cow rips their hand away as if they've just touched a hot stove. 

“Oh, I'm sorry- Too hot for you? We can let it cool while I get you something proper to ea-”

“It's okay!” Not realizing the volume of their voice, the hybrid slaps a hand over their mouth, whispering in a softer tone. “Just.. w-wasn't expecting that. It feels.. good. Can you… turn around?”

“Of course. I only intended on helping you with your hair. You've got so much, it'd be a shame to lose it if you aren't ready to part with it.”

His hair? The thought trickles from Carnis’ mind as the steam from the bath calls out to him, beckoning them in. They nearly forgot to remove their undergarments in the process, peeling them off at the last seconds before diving in. 

The wave of relief hits them like a bulldozer. They doubt they'd feel the pain of an event of that caliber in this state. The heat of the water envelopes them, blankets them in a perfect state of being. If the world ended right then and there, they would almost be okay with it.

“Carnis?”

A voice as welcoming as the water bubbling around them prevents them from accepting that fate.

“Carnis?”

Their eyes feel heavy. They haven't gotten a fair night of sleep since they escaped. When have they ever?

“Carnis.”

Just a few more seconds. Just let them dream…

“Carnis!”

“Wah!”

Water rains down on you as they flail about. It wasn't just a dream. They're in a bathtub. Inside a house. A nice house, owned by a nice human.

“S-sorry! Didn't mean too-”

“It's alright, these are my work clothes anyway. I'll take a quick shower once I'm done with you.”

Something ticks in their chest. Why waste more precious hot water separately when you could bathe with them?”

“Your hair is really matted, Carnis. I'm gonna try to wash it out and see what we can salvage. Is that okay with you?”

You haven't given them any reason not to trust you yet- “Mm…mmh..” 

“Now, just relax. I'm going to take care of you. This might sting a little because it's going directly on your scalp.”

Carnis has experienced worse than a little warm water- They barely flinch as you collect water in a small cup, bridging your palm at their forehead to prevent any from spilling into their eyes. A satisfied hum gurgles from the depths as Carnis sinks against the back of the tub. It didn't hurt much. Didn't hurt at all. It was the best thing they'd felt in a long time.

“You like that do you? Let's see how you like this-” Opening the bottle of shampoo, you pray you'll have enough as you lather your hands in the solution - working your fingers through their tangled mop of hair down to the roots. Purrs vibrate the water as you carefully scratch at their scalp - twitching ears flicking suds straight in the direction of your eyes.

“Carnis!” Shutting your eyes before the damage could be done, you can't fight the laughter this time around. “I can't wash your hair for you if I'm blind!” 

A garbled, “Sssorrrry”, is their best rendition of an apology. 

It wasn't easy. The workout your poor fingers received combing through that rat's nest surpassed the typical exertion working a day out on the field. Two even. You managed to locate the remainder of candy wrappers bits missing from the scraps you found outside. Not wanting to be total deaf weight, Carnis washes the rest of their body as you focus on their hair - falling beneath the spell of your magical fingers more often than not. 

At the end of several grueling hours, you throw your exhausted hands through the final ring of labor as you weave their mid-back length hair into a braid for ease, sitting on the toilet lid to relieve your aching knees and back of the strain from your awkward position at the side of the tub.

“What do you think?”

Carnis staring longing at himself in the mirror, tracing their fingers over your finished work. “Pretty… I'm… w..wait… Can b-boys be.. pretty?” 

“Don't see why they can't be.” A firm hand to their back straightens him like a pole. You stifle another giggle. “You're welcome to stay as long as you want. You don't have to start today, or tomorrow, but I would appreciate some help around the farm as long as you stick around. I'll go whip us up some real food to eat. Hope you're not too full on sweets.”

Your departure is immediate, yet Carnis finds himself gazing fondly at the carpet where you stood. They can stay… That means, your home is now his. And you… Where was a person like you sooner in their life? They were a complete stranger just a few hours ago, and you welcomed them into your home, your life with open arms.

Carnis doesn't know what he did to deserve a person like you, but they'll do anything to protect you. 

You, and their new home. 

[sixeyesonathiel]

yearning nerdjo x shy reader, fluff & humor.

a/n: this is so embarrassing bc this is literally how miserable i am irl.

satoru is down so bad it’s starting to rot his brain. like. visibly. tangibly. his leg’s bouncing under the desk like it’s on fast-forward, the heel of his sneaker thudding rhythmically against the floor tile like a metronome set to desperation. his fingers are drumming nonsense rhythms onto his scratched-up laptop case like he’s trying to decode the algorithm of your absence—tap-tap-tap, pause, tap-tap, like morse code for where is she. his eyes—red-rimmed behind silver-rimmed glasses with one slightly crooked arm—keep flicking to the lab’s entrance like he expects you to materialize in a puff of soft pink mist.

his hoodie’s three days old, and it shows: the sleeves stretched from him pulling them over his hands, the fabric bunched at the elbows. his white t-shirt underneath has a tiny ketchup stain from wednesday’s lunch. the keychain you gave him—blue enamel cat, chipped at the ear—dangles off his pencil pouch like a beacon. his code’s running fine. tabs are hyper-organized. debugging queue nonexistent. he even fixed suguru’s late-night python spiral that nearly bricked the department printer and summoned the wrath of the IT gods.

but it doesn’t matter. because you’re not here.

he’s been looking. he’s always looking.

in the hallway, in the cafeteria, in the reflection of vending machine glass. he leans his stupid giraffe neck around corners like he’s expecting a spontaneous reveal. he scopes out lecture halls he’s not even enrolled in, notebook in hand just in case. every time he hears the soft shuffle of flats in the distance, his head snaps toward it like a bloodhound. he’s started recognizing the rhythm of your steps versus every other pair on campus. your soft-soled shoes tap lighter. more deliberate. his ears practically perk up when he hears a backpack zipper. once he dropped his pen and nearly dislocated his neck looking up, thinking it was you.

and every time it’s not you, his expression glitches—eyes dimming, mouth tightening like his soul just flatlined. it's pathetic. it's art.

he sits sideways in group study like he’s waiting for you to pass by the window. laptop askew. chair half-turned. a ridiculous image—this lanky nerd in a grey hoodie and cargo pants with one pant leg caught in his sock, white wires tangled in his ears and dark under-eyes that make him look like he’s been stress-coding in a cave. (he hasn’t slept. not really. he keeps replaying the way you laughed that one time you dropped your highlighter. it echoes like holy scripture.)

his glasses are smudged. he keeps adjusting them, even when they’re fine. his knuckles are red from resting his chin on them too hard. he keeps fidgeting with your keychain when he’s not typing. thumb brushing over the worn metal, like he’s afraid it’ll disappear if he doesn’t keep touching it. a nervous tic disguised as reverence.

“dude,” suguru says, from two monitors over, voice dry, hair tied up in a lazy half-bun. “you haven’t scrolled in thirty minutes.”

suguru’s slouched in his chair, hoodie sleeves rolled to the elbows, rings tapping against his thermos. his screen's frozen on a meme. he hasn’t blinked in five minutes.

“maybe she’ll walk by,” satoru murmurs, eyes locked on the frosted glass wall outside the lab, hunched forward with his chin on his palm, as if willing your silhouette into existence.

“you said that an hour ago.”

“maybe she’s shy today. maybe she’s building up the courage. maybe she dropped her student ID and fate’s guiding her back here. what if the universe is lining up our pixels right now, suguru? what if—”

“she’s shy every day.”

“and that’s what makes it beautiful,” satoru sighs, dreamily. he stares out the window like a man in a tragic romance film. “she’s mysterious. like a foggy horizon at sea. you don’t know what she’s thinking, and that’s the best part. she could be plotting world domination. she could be drawing cats in the margins of her notes. it’s art.”

suguru groans into his hoodie sleeve.

and then like a glitch in the matrix. like god reached down and clicked “unmute” on the simulation—you pass by.

no footsteps. no warning. just a blur of your jacket sleeve on his left peripheral, and he flinches so hard he nearly spills his water bottle. the water sloshes. he slaps the bottle upright. you’re so close. the scent of your shampoo—jasmine and something warm, like vanilla and late-night bookstores—floods his senses. his head whips around before he can even think, pupils blown wide behind his crooked glasses, mouth parted like a cartoon character seeing a pie on a windowsill.

your gaze meets his.

not one second.

two.

wide eyes. startled. curious. the slope of your brows twitch upward slightly, and your lashes flutter—a beat too long, like a reflex or a stutter in time. your lips part just slightly, like you meant to say something—but don’t. your fingers tug at your sleeve, pulling it over your knuckles in that way you always do when you’re flustered. a half-step pause. your mouth twitches, just barely, like you might’ve smiled. then your gaze drops, your shoulders stiffening as your pace quickens, like you’re embarrassed to have looked at all. your fingers curl tighter around your binder. there’s a sticker on it he hadn’t noticed before.

and that’s it. you’re gone.

satoru slaps both hands over his face and releases a sound that is one part gasp, one part squeal, one part glitching modem.

“oh my god,” he whispers. “oh my god, she looked at me. TWO SECONDS, suguru. TWO. that’s statistically significant. that’s a scientific breakthrough. that’s… that’s eye contact with depth. it had nuance. it had arcs.”

“you’re not well.”

“no, listen. the way her eyes flickered? like she wasn’t sure if she should look away or say something? and her lashes twitched, just a bit. like she was nervous. did you see her hand? she pulled her sleeve down. she only does that when she’s flustered. i know. i’ve studied her. i’ve got timestamps. i’ve got spreadsheets.”

“you’re insane.”

“i’m in love.”

satoru slumps in his chair, limbs sprawling dramatically, glasses askew. he exhales like he’s just seen god. his knee knocks into the desk. his sock has a hole in the toe. the corner of his laptop screen catches the light and reflects a faint shimmer onto the ceiling, and it feels, to him, like stars. his fingers are still frozen mid-air, clutching the keychain like it’s the only proof the moment happened.

“i’m gonna marry her,” he says. “drop out, become a florist. i’ll propose with baby’s breath and carnations—those are her favorites, don’t ask me how i know. maybe a little lavender tucked in. something gentle. delicate. a bouquet that says ‘i know your soul.’”

“you need help.”

“i’ve named our cats already. ichigo, milky, and toblerone. toblerone’s the shy one. milky’s chaotic evil. ichigo wears a little red bow tie. we’ll live in a little flat above a cafe and drink lavender lattes. she’ll wear soft sweaters. she’ll draw comics on sticky notes. i’ll iron her lab coat. it'll be perfect.”

“she doesn’t even know your name.”

“wrong,” satoru says smugly, lifting a single finger like he’s presenting hard evidence. “she knows me as the guy who always looks left and right like a cracked-out meerkat. that’s recognition. that’s brand awareness.”

“romantic.”

“don’t be jealous just ‘cause she didn’t look at you.”

“she’s cute, i guess.”

“NO.” satoru jolts upright like he’s been electrocuted. “DON’T even THINK about perceiving her. your eyes? shut them. your brain? turn it off. opinions? delete them. she’s too good for this world. if anyone’s going to romanticize her, it’s me. with accuracy. and passion. and nuance. only i’m allowed to think she’s cute. and i do. constantly. it’s my full-time job.”

“fine, jeez.”

“say she’s ugly, then.”

“what?? no??”

“exactly. you can’t. because she’s perfect. ethereal. a goddess walking among midterms and overpriced coffee. and she blinked slow, too, did you notice? it was like… like a signal. maybe morse code. she’s trying to tell me something. she’s reaching out. spiritually. through kinetic energy and eye twitches.”

suguru closes his laptop with the tired resolve of someone preparing for battle.

satoru, still glowing with delusion, goes back to staring at the glass wall, head tilted, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“she looked left,” he murmurs. “that’s my side. she always looks left.”

he swears his hoodie still smells like you.

[callieisto]

☆ Kinktober Day 6: Food Play! ☆

(GN!reader)

The whipped cream was cold against your over-heated skin, the pressure of the air making you squirm and giggle. The treat was cool, but it wasn't for you- this night was for your boyfriend.

"I think you're enjoying this more than I am," Wally teased, licking softly at your nipples, sucking the whipped cream into his mouth. He set aside the can on the bedside table, sitting up to admire the sweet treats on your body. He grabbed the chocolate syrup, drizzling it across your torso with a little smile. "Open your mouth?"

When you did, Wally dripped some of the chocolate onto your tongue, chasing it with his own. The kiss was hungry, needy, messy. Kissing him always was- he had trouble with slowing down and savoring anything, which was why you had suggested a little bit of food play.

He was certainly slowing down enough to lick the sweetness off your lips, out of your mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were hazy, and he had a big dumb smile on his face. Then he leaned down, hands delicately gripping your hips as he positioned himself above you. He kissed down your body, stopping to gently lick away at the chocolate syrup now sliding across your skin.

"I think you're my favorite dessert." He whispered, sensually kissing at your stomach. His lips come away covered in chocolate. He grins when you giggle.

"You're corny," you shot back as he dipped his head down to chase the whipped cream sliding down your side. You squirmed more, giggling as he busied himself licking the residue of the sweet treats from your skin.

"You got me." He dipped down to kiss over your underwear, smiling when you moaned softly. "Am I gonna get to taste you tonight?" He asked, fixing his piercing green gaze on your face, all screwed up in anticipation. He smiled against you, nuzzling a little closer. "Mm. Might need more whipped cream. Even if you're so sweet already..."

"Wally," You giggled breathlessly, your thighs lightly squeezing at his head. "You're not putting whipped cream down there."

"Well, then I think I need a little more of it up here." He whispered, kissing up your torso to suck and bite at your nipples, one hand tweaking the other between his fingers, rolling it sweetly.

Your giggles turned into soft moans as he rolled his hips against yours, pressing your bodies together. "Wally..." You whimpered, hands curling in his hair. "Oh..."

"Yeah, baby?" He whispered, kissing across your chest. "I've got you. Oh, my sweet baby. My little treat, hmm? Sweetest ever."

(The sheets are stained with melted whipped cream and chocolate sauce by the time Wally works his way into you an hour later, after opening you up with his tongue for the better part of thirty minutes. The cleanup is a nightmare, but Wally makes it all worth it, especially in the shower, where he reminds you of how appreciative he is to have you so sweet and willing for him.)

[hanasnx]

Wally West trying (maybe failing) to combat the 'too fast' allegations. Please? <3

MINORS DNI 18+

NOTES: DC is for December Event!

WALLY WEST hisses between his teeth, his hand at the back of your neck clenching as if to warn you through his body language. You hum, and his hips jump, that grip tightening on you. “Easy, sugar, or this’ll end before we get started.” he coos, artificially instilling lightheartedness knowing he’s thinly veiling how close he really is. He chuckles nervously, and releases your neck to smooth the palm down your back while your head stays stationary. Eyes peer up at him while he’s halfway in your mouth, scanning him while you make your decision. He visibly melts at the sight of you, so pretty with his cock between your lips. “Don’t look at me like that.” he sighs, and another hot twitch goes through his base, bumping the underside against your lower teeth. He inhales sharply, and your tongue curiously traces the vein there, trailing up to the pad located just below his head.

“Baby,” he scolds in a way, and you get all warm and fuzzy. Seizing you, he clutches onto anywhere he can reach while you experimentally continue to bob your head. His eyes squeeze shut, scrunching that freckled nose. “Baby, we just got started!” he reasons, “Just give me a second because—because—“ His voice heightens, and his grasp clamps while you sink down on him, feeling his length fill the back of your throat. He curses, and even the minutest of sensations sends him into a frenzy. Tipping over the edge, he desperately clings onto the height of the pleasure, and his hands take on a mind of their own to chase it. He laces his fingers together, banding them around the back of your head to guide you down, letting you lift your neck yourself to match his beat.

To capture that relief, he fucks your face in the process, chuffing air between his teeth as he curls forward. The warmth radiates off him, sunning your forehead as you’re stuffed into his crotch. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as that twitch in his base evolves to a tremor. “Fuck, babe, I’m right there, I’m right there—!” You try to relax your throat, but his desperation makes for a clumsy entrance, his tip bumping its way through your mouth until you gag, lurching against him. With it, comes a flood of salty warmth, pumping onto your tongue. A burst of a moan erupts from him as he cums only after a few minutes of going down on him.

[bleedingichorhearts]

Howdy, I love your writing and the writing style you've developed. It's so detailed and easy for me to read and visualize. Whenever you have the time, or the motivation. I was wondering if I could request a Salamander x reader. Where the Salamander has to deal with either a pet or a younger sibling that's taking up his precious reader's time and attention.

Thank you, and have a good day.

"Howdy partner, how you doin’? Busy imagin’ bulky men that could do the ranch work for yea? I greatly thank your comment however. I’m glad that I’ve made it a good balance?" - Ichor

Summary - "You’re Salamander gets a little jealous when you seem so fond of a little pet. Was he not good enough for you?"

TW // Jealousy, Flash Fiction.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

“Must you entertain that fuzzy creature?”

You can hear that certain tone in his voice. His shadow engulfing yours where he stands while you were kneeling on the ground. Playing with a little fluffy creature. A small dog the baselines called it. Well, it has a name, but he’s been a bit stewed up since you never. Took. Your. Attention. Off. The. Damn. Thing.

“It’s a puppy! It needs its energy exhausted.” He sees you smile at the little “puppy” and that just makes him glower in his mind. He has energy that could be exhausted too. He could go set a controlled fire up, and the both of you could make s’mores together. He could set you up upon his pauldrons and make you see new heights you never seen before. He could playfully bite at you if that’s what you want. I mean, you’re letting this little creature do so.

“Doesn’t it have its own toys to play with?” He asks lowly, rising his brow from underneath his helmet. Still watching as this puppy of some kind hops around, barking at you, and coming forward when it’s wants to bite you again. Something that leaves him a bit unsettled as he shifts his weight. A soft creak of the living room wood giving out. Something he makes quick note of.

“But he doesn’t have anyone else to play with.” You counter with a saddened tone to your words, and the usually kind Salamander rolls his eyes. Luckily that he has his helmet on. Perhaps he should get a Space Wolf to befriend this little creature.

“The creature will live a day without attention.” He huffs, shifting his weight again and hearing the floorboards creak. His green, armored arms moving to fold against his chest-plate.

“It is a hyper active dog.” You argue, now playing a bit of tug a war with the little fluff ball with some thick, rope toy. “I will need it treat this little guy r- Wait…. are you jealous?”

A long pause suddenly lingers in the air as this Salamander debates what he is to do. Is he to lie? Say no before pleading guilty? Or was he to tell the truth like the Salamander he is? Father did always say not to be discouraged to tell the truth… “…I am.”

“Awww, kneel down for a second.” He hears you coo, but it was almost amusing when you had asked him to kneel down because of his size. Yet, despite that. He always kneels for you.

He feels the phantom touch of your hands on his skin when they settle on the sides of his helmet. The little creature of fluff momentarily forgotten as he softens up immediately in your tiny hold. A sigh escaping him as he relishes even a fraction of anything from you.

“No need to be jealous.” You coo again, thumbing at his helmet, even giving it Eskimo kisses! “For dogs will not be allowed on furniture, and they can’t cook meals as good as you could.”

“Oh yeah?” The Salamander chuckles, shaking his helmet gently in your hold, softly countering you. “They get snuggles every day however.”

“Oh, pishposh!” You exclaim with your own laugh, rolling your eyes. Your hands still on his helmet. “You have been getting your snuggles in! Is cuddles in bed not enough?”

“I am a big marine…” He states the obvious. His helmet tilting slightly down in a showing action, but not wanting to force your hands away. “My appetite is never full.”

“Don’t tell me you’re full with greed!” You gasp dramatically, stepping back. Removing your hands from his helmet which gets a huff from him. “I wouldn’t have imagined you so!”

“Get back here, little one.” His tone is low again with a hint of playfulness. His arms quickly unfolding and shooting out for you to drag you into his chest-plate gently. Causing the little puff ball down below to bark at him. “I require my daily, greed full tasks.”

He hears the little whine that leaves you, but isn’t too bothered about it when you reach up and wrap your arms around his helmet, forcing him to nuzzle into your neck gently. “…You made the puppy all riled up.”

“The creature can have its turn when I am gone.” The Salamander huff quickly, grumbling a little bit, and you can’t help but shake your head at him this time. Your fingers gently tracing the curves of his helmet.

“Jealous Salamander.” You sigh, getting your last words in.

“@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

“+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000, @passionofthesith, @insanity6666, @ilovewolvezz.” - Tagged

[6rookie-writer0110]

Moving through the night

Barry Allen x Male Reader

Request - HIII, I’d like to request a Barry Allen (grant gustin) x male reader fic, where Reader joins team flash and Barry’s been absolutely crushing on him and at first he’s nervous but then starts getting bold but it all falls on deaf ears because reader is absolutely oblivious, until one day he finally asks what he means and Barry gets nervous and maybe reader says he gonna go ask someone else and Barry stops him and tells him and reader finally gets it and starts connecting the dots. Thas all <3 jus fluff

A/N; A huge thanks to @inhumanshadows for helping me 👋

Barry is at Star Labs and he is talking with his friends. Then Wells walks in then they all look at you and him. Suddenly Barry started to feel a strange feeling in his stomach. He always liked guys but never acted on his feelings but when he saw you, that changed. He is having a gay panic then Wells introduced you to the team. He shakes your hand and you two are smiling at each other

“I’m the flash,” Barry said

“Cool, I’m a big fan” You smiled

“Yeah,” Barry smiled bigger.

“Barry, you can let go of his hand,” Wells said

“Oh sorry,” Barry said shyly.

He lets go of your hand and he starts to blush.

“He is a new member of the team and he is a meta,” Wells said

“What kind of power do you have?” Caitlin asked

“I’m able to copy other people’s powers and I can use multiple at once,” You said

You used Shapeshift now you are Wells, then your hands light with fire.

“Wow,” They said at once.

You changed back and you smiled at them.

“How do you copy someone’s power?” Cisco asked

“Wells created a ring that I’m able to use because my ability doesn't have a switch. It is always in use, even when I’m giving someone a hug or a handshake, then their power becomes mine” You said

“The ring, the switch. Without the ring, he will be able to copy any power. The ring helps his body stay normal until it is time to fight” Wells said

“How did you find him?” Barry asked

“He saved my life. And I saw what he could do and I thought he should join the team” Wells said

“Do you have a hero name?” Cisco asked

“No, and I don't have a suit. I have never been on a team before” You said

“I told him we will make the suit and Cisco would give him a hero name,” Wells said

“We are glad you enjoyed the team. I will give you a tour of Star Labs” Caitlin said

“Cool,” You said

You leave with Caitlin and you follow her around. Barry couldn't stop smiling and he developed feelings for you fast. Wells is talking but Barry isn't listening, he keeps thinking about the new guy.

——-

You have been spending time at Star Labs a lot. You would train with them and Wells would help you control multiple powers at once. Cisco and Wells are still working on your suit and Cisco is still figuring out what your hero name will be.

You just finished training with them and it's break time. You and Barry are alone in the kitchen but Barry isn't paying attention. He is smitten and he is just smiling at you.

“Barry, did you hear me?” You asked

“What?” Barry asked

“I said do you-”

You were interrupted and you were going to ask him if he wanted to go with you to Jitters. Cisco walked in and he wanted to show you something on his pad. Barry walks away and he tries to remember what the conversation was. He didn't remember and he went back to training. You, Cisco went to train again with Caitlin and Barry.

You had to steal Barry’s speed, it was Wells’ idea. Barry is just smiling at you and you are trying to get close to him. You run but he doesn't run away, you touch his arm and he doesn't stop smiling. You thought he was going to run or dodge you, but he was just standing there. By touching his arm, you were able to get his speed.

“Barry!” Wells yelled

“Huh,” Barry said

“You were supposed to not let him touch you. We have to train harder before Zoom comes back and destroys us” Wells said

“Sorry. Okay, let's go again” Barry said

Wells isn't happy that Barry isn't focusing. He told everyone to go on break, and everyone left the training room. Cisco started to ask questions to Barry

“What was that?” Cisco asked

“It was nothing” Barry lied

“It was something. You did smile at him, you didn't even try to run like Wells told you to do” Cisco said

“It’s just training, we always mess up during training,” Barry said

Barry walked away quickly and Cisco just shook his head. You are alone and Barry walks up to you, now he starts to feel nervous.

“Hey Barry,” You said

“Y/N… maybe- I thought” Barry started to ramble on.

“Are you okay? You are rambling” You said

He couldn't finish his thought. He was going to say something but he just walked away, you are confused about what just happened. Now, he is feeling a little embarrassed.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

Barry is alone in his apartment. He is starting to get dressed but he looks in the mirror, he starts to practice asking you out on a date.

“Do you want to go on a date?” Barry asked

He tries again but this time he tries to act cool. He shakes his head and tries again and again.

“Y/N, do you want to go on a date… I know this-”

Barry yelps and falls to the floor when his phone blares out, startling him. He reaches up blindly padding around his nightstand and answers.

“Hello?”

“Hey barry!” Your voice rings out. Barry feels his pulse spike.

“H-hey! What’s up?”

Barry tries to play it cool.

“Not much. Let me upstairs.”

“You’re outside my apartment??”

“Yeah I got pizza nearby and they messed one up. Then remade it so I have three pizzas and I know you like pizza. So I figured you might want some?” You said

“Yeah, cool. Come upstairs, to the second floor” Barry said

“Sure!”

You head upstairs then Barry uses speed to clean his apartment. Before you can knock on the door, he already opened it and let you inside.

“I didn't expect you to come. I-I didn't mean like sex I meant you here with pizza” Barry said

He can't believe he just said that to you.

“Umm, okay. I just we could hang out if you are not busy” You said

“We could hang out. So…”

“I got regular pizza, I don't know what toppings you like,” You said

You put the food on the table then you and Barry start to eat.

“So… Y/N, do you like- I don't maybe do you like”

“Barry, are you okay?” You asked

Barry is trying to ask if you like guys, but he gets very nervous around you.

You stare at him, fully seeing his brain going a mile a minute. Granted with Barry that could actually be possible. You take his hands and look at him.

“Barry? Deep breath in… and out. Now… what are you trying to ask me?” You said

“Do you want soda to drink?” Barry asked

“Sure? I don't think that's what you wanted to ask me” You said

He quickly went to grab the soda and he knows that you are right. He gives you the soda

“It’s not. Do you think Jake Gyllenhaal is hot?” Barry said

“Yeah, I think he is hot. Why?” You said

“Would you date him?” Barry asked

“If I knew him. Would you date him?” You said

“Yeah.”

“What about Sebastian Smythe from Glee?”

“Totally. He’s hot”

Barry now knows that you like guys. You and Barry continued to talk about hot actors and eat pizza.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

Barry is feeling mad and jealous. While trying to stop the bad guys, Leonard Snart started to flirt with you. You didn't expect Leonard to flirt with you and he winked at you when he escaped.

Wells is making you bring the boxes inside the lab. While walking you see Barry, he goes up to you and he puts his hands on top of your hands. He starts to smile and you are smiling back

“Barry, can you help me bring the boxes to the lab? Wells is making me bring the boxes in” You said

He doesn't say anything and he is just smiling.

“Okay, I will ask Cisco and Caitlin for help,” You said

Before you can leave, he doesn't let go of your hand

“Y/N, do you want to -”

“Sorry, I don't mean to rush you Barry but this box is really heavy,” You said

“Do you want to go on a date!? There is a place where we can watch movies outside during the night” Barry said quickly

You almost dropped the box but he quickly grabbed it.

“Yeah, we can go,” You said

Now he is holding the box and you two are smiling at each other.

—-

You are in your bedroom, looking through your closet for what to wear for the date tonight. You are overthinking everything and you have no idea what to wear. You start to try on your clothes and look yourself in the mirror. You finally decided on an outfit and you are almost finished getting ready.

Barry is waiting for you at the theater. He can't stop smiling when he sees you, just arriving at the theater.

“Hey,” You said

“Hey” Barry smiled

You and Barry went inside and he bought the tickets.

“Y/N, I’m not out. And the team doesn't know” Barry said in a low voice.

“Am I, your first date with a guy?” You asked

He nods and you are in shock.

“Yeah” Barry whispered

“I won't tell anyone, I promise,” You said

Then you and Barry wait in line to buy the snacks.

“I never told anyone because I wasn't ready. I liked you since day one when we first met” Barry said

“I thought you were straight. But I started liking you too when I joined the team” You said

You and Barry go on the roof and there are a few people already sitting down. You and Barry sit together and then start to talk about the movie. The movie started to play you and Barry started to eat the candies and popcorn. You and Barry are sitting close to each other, he puts his pinky on top of your finger.

After the date… you and Barry spent more time together. Talking about each other’s first crush on a guy and you told him how you came out. Barry takes you home and you invite him inside and he looks around. You and Barry are standing very close to each other, then he stares into your eyes. He is feeling nervous and you don't stop staring at him. You and Barry slowly start to lean on then start to kiss each other. He puts his hands on your back and you don't pull away.

“I wanted to kiss you for so long” Barry smiled

“You should do it again,” You said

Barry smiled then he started to kiss you again.

[gilverrwrites]

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Wally West/Reader, 800 words Ft. Dick Grayson (BirdFlash/Reader pre-established) Kinktobter entry 16: Lingerie Warnings: None really? But just incase: | implied dom!Dick | cross-dressing Requested by: Anonymous/Authors choice AN: OMG I cannot believe this is the last post of Kinktober? Wat? How? I hope you've had a blast, cause I sure enjoyed it!

It was supposed to be a surprise for Dick; for Wally and yourself to welcome him home in nothing but your matching Nightwing-blue lingerie, but all day, the sight of Wally’s lacy blue thong peaking out from his jeans had been driving you crazy, and he knew it.

It had started innocent enough. You’d watched over your morning brew as Wally stretched up, sleepily reaching for a box of Pop-Tarts on the top shelf, incidentally, exposing the frilly hem, and cussing as the wispy fabric rode between the cleft of his asscheeks.

“You put them on already?” You’d asked, disappointed when he turned his whole body to face you, depriving you an early morning peepshow.

“You haven’t?” He replied, confusion evident as he bit down on his untoasted breakfast.

“No.” Still half-entranced, your head tilted to the side, hoping to catch another glimpse as you mumble dozily. “Was gonna change closer to the time.”

A toothy grin stretched across his face as he followed your line of sight to his lower body, and that’s where the teasing had begun.

“What do you think anyway?” He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his loose-fitting bottoms, pulling them down an inch and offering you a clear view of how the elastic waistband clings to his lean hip bone. When you’d failed to respond, he’s turned back around, exposing the top half of his freckly rear, laughing as he shakes it back and forth in flippant, inelegant motions. He’s so unserious, but somehow that does it for you. “They’re not too tight, right?”

“Nope, looks good.” You offered, attempting to hide your lust-idled expression behind your mug. “Dick’s gonna love it.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re too sweet.” Before the words even processed in your mind, he was leaning down in front of your seated form and planting a kiss on your lips. A slow, tender, sugary kiss that made your hair stand on edge, but as soon as you’d reached out to touch him, he was gone. Leaving you flustered and taking your half-empty mug to add insult to injury.

The toying had only gotten worse from there, Wally thoroughly enjoying being the centre of your attention all day. All but flashing you any chance he got, keeping close, but never close enough for you to get your hands on him and sink your teeth in. If it weren’t so infuriating, you’d praise his self-restraint.

Your breaking point comes in the evening, the final hour before Dick is due home.

You’re changing into your own lingerie when a cold breeze brushes your near-naked skin, and you have to do a double take when you spot Wally lounging on the bed, completely, finally, stripped down to nothing but his deep blue underwear. It’ll be a miracle if you don’t leak through your own panties before Dick peels them back off you. You’re immediately infatuated by his half-hard cock and the way it strains against the delicate fabric, and it’s high time you had a little fun with him.

“What do you think?” You mimic his early question, rolling and gyrating your hips, dragging your fingers up and down your skin in the hopes that you look a little more serious, but equally as sexy as Wally had this morning. If the way his cock begins to tent his thong is any indication, you’re succeeding.

“You look hot as anything, baby.” He replies earnestly, sitting up straight to get a better look. His cheeks tint pink, watching you in a trance as you strut closer, lifting your leg over him until you’re comfortably straddling him, grinding your arousal against his.

Making him melt; body shuddering under your touch, sheepish giggle escaping his lips when you press the tip of your nose to his, is intensely enjoyable. You cup your hands around the back of his head and his dreamy green eyes flutter closed in response as he tips closer to you. Only to dart open once more when you intentionally turn your head, dodging his kiss.

“I’m gonna tell Dick what a naughty fucking tease you’ve been today.” You goad, and the hurt on his face instantly perks up into something more challenging.

“Oh, yeah?” The grip on your thigh tightens as he pulls you deeper into him, rutting his heated sex against yours until you can’t help whimpering at the way it makes your body reel in bliss until he taunts. “Well, I’m gonna tell Dick how insatiably horny you’ve been.”

“Dick has heard enough.” A familiar voice chides. Wally and you had been so wrapped up in provoking each other that you hadn’t heard his arrival. You turn just in time to see the way his eyes roam appreciatively over the matching underwear, and the risqué embrace you’re currently tangled in. “Can’t I leave the two of you alone for one weekend?”

Psst. Down here! Hi friend, thanks for reading. I hope you have a great rest of your year.

[supercap2319]

Y/N: "Look, guys. All I'm saying is... Barry's gotta big dick. Bigger than Ollie's."

Barry: *Looks mortified* "Did you really just say that out loud?"