#the flash x you

[angelltheninth]

Superspeed Bang with Barry Allen

Pairing: Barry Allen x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power use, simulated gangbang, all three holes used, dirty talk, rough sex, hair pulling (for Reader)

A/N: Superspeed should be used like this.

On rare occasion Barry will use his powers to give you the illusion that you're being fucked in every hole at once

He does use his superspeed in other ways too but this is more like a very special reward for you

You feel his cock in your mouth, his hands keeping your head still, tasting his cum, feeling it drip down your chin, making a puddle under you because you can't swallow it all before he moves elsewhere

Even as he moves you feel the pressure in your mouth, at the same time you feel his cock being thrust in your pussy, his hand pushing you forward a little to make the angle better and more comfortable for you

There's not a second where you don't feel his cock inside you, or his hands on you, from every angle

His voice comes at you from behind and the front, "You're making it hard for me to pull out when you're like this. What about this hole? Yeah, just like I thought, your ass is real tight, I have to be careful not to hurt you." You can't tell where he's saying it from, behind you yes, but which hole is he fucking, which hole has his cock and which one has his fingers

It's all a blur for your senses

Barry loves to make his fingers and tongue vibrate on your clit, and if you're good he'll make his cock do it too, in and out of you

"I'm sorry, did you say something? I couldn't hear you all gagged up." Barry can feel your heart beating inside your chest as he runs his hands down your body, it's for a fleeting moment but you feel his gentleness, as well as his eagerness to please you before you're thrown right back into overwhelming pleasure of his cock fucking you into your next orgasm

Hard to tell if you're the one who is shaking right now or if you're that lost in your subspace that every touch makes it feel like you're about to shatter

[dollwritesarchive]

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 & 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!wayne!reader, age gap ( reader is 18+ and Hal & Barry are in their 40s ), daddy kink, filming sex acts ( and sharing them without reader’s knowledge ), oral sex ( m!receiving ), facial, slight dumbification, peer pressure, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ this is actually the prelude to my halbarry dp request, i just felt it would be better to split them into two parts. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

“Jesus Christ, Hal, can you at least turn the sound down a little bit?” Barry was staring— crimson-cheeked, sapphire eyes big as saucers, at the video on the screen of Hal’s phone. the sound was turned all the way up, and it seemed like your fervent clucking and Hal’s grunting was bouncing off each wall and coming back to make him dizzy. “Someone’s going to hear it.”  he already knew he was watching something he shouldn’t be, and his anxiety was turned up to one thousand: terrified that Batman would appear at the door any moment, and hear the sounds of his daughter’s throat being violated by a team member. Barry would be an accomplice to that, in his mind at least. but he was still staring at the video. 

for some reason, he couldn’t look away. 

but Hal wasn’t even listening; he hadn’t stopped talking about it. grinning widely, he had his fist clapped on Barry’s shoulder, “— I’m tellin’ ya, that girl loves to suck cock. She was begging me, both hands in my jeans, big puppy dog eyes,” 

“Hal…” 

“— when I finally gave in and pulled it out, she fuckin’ went crazy for it. Said she’d never sucked anything so big before. You shoulda seen her trying to get the whole thing in her mouth; kept just whining and licking, I had to step in after a minute and shove it in for her. Cute, little thing nearly choked.” Hal sank his teeth into his lower lip, reminiscent of just how happy you looked, as he watched your head bobbing up and down on the recording. your eyes were looking up directly into the camera, pupils blown out with lust, eyelashes wet where the tip of his dick battered the entrance of your throat and teased your gag reflex. “Just look at her, man. She was dripping wet after just sucking me.” 

Barry blushed deeper— you did look like you were enjoying it. and, as wrong as it may have been, he was kind of liking watching it. 

when Hal’s hand pushed your head down and the entirety of his cock disappeared, you gag but your eyes roll back. he only holds it for a second before he lets go and you bounce back up, sputtering for air. “Look at me, baby girl,” Hal was panting, and when your eyelids fluttered upwards toward the camera, Hal grabs hold of the base of his cock, now shiny with your spit. Barry realized then that Hal must’ve used a construct to hold the phone steady, because one hand was gripping himself, while the other angles your face in the desired position, his fingers dipping into your mouth for only a moment. he slaps the bulbous, pink tip against your cheek hard, and you whimper in sordid delight, a dazed smile on your swollen lips, “‘s Batman your daddy, huh?” closing one eye, you mewl and shake your head. “No?” he teases. “Am I your daddy?” whining with your mouth hanging open, hoping to persuade him to get bored of spanking it against your cheek and lips and slip it back in, you nod. 

“Do you have a death wish? Seriously, do you?” Barry asked, incredulous. but, he couldn’t deny, he felt a subtle ping of jealousy towards his friend. “You do realize if Bruce or the Batkids find out about this, you’re toast, right?”

Hal grins wider, his eyes glued to the screen, “Wait, wait, wait! Watch this part, this part is real good.” he clearly didn’t care about the possible repercussions. 

“You’re my daddy,” you purr, grasping his cock with both hands. Hal releases a euphoric exhale when you suck on the head, stroking the remaining inches in tandem, “Green Lantern’s my daddy!” your voice was heavily muffled since your mouth was full, but when you looked up at the lens, Barry could see your eyes smiling. they were sparkling, and his breath caught in his throat. you were so happy to be pleasing him. 

“Jeez…” he mutters, mostly to himself. he was humiliated to admit that he was hard in his joggers. 

“I know, right?” Hal chortles, running his finger against the screen to scrub ahead. he hits the pad of his finger on the play button in the middle of the screen when your face is painted with his cum, dripping down your chin, and he’s holding your hair at the crown of your head. 

“Like that, baby girl?” Hal was crooning, rubbing his twitching cock over your parted lips as it spurts what remained of his release; each eruption granting a moan that rumbles deep in his chest, “Like that daddy made you all messy and cute? Does my cum taste good?” 

giggling, you nod, your tongue swirling around the tip. you seemed utterly drunk on it; Barry was looking into the pixels of your eyes, examining how glassy they were. he could imagine that you probably couldn’t even remember your own name in that moment. it seemed like the only thing on your mind was Hal’s cock. 

lucky bastard. 

“Yeah? Can’t even use your words anymore?” a shake of your head and an incomprehensible babble later, Hal guides the tip of his cock back to press against your slack lips, which part with absolutely no resistance, and take him into your mouth again as you gurgle a happy whine. “That’s a good girl,” he purrs, and his hips jut forward to give you every inch again, “if you’re too cockdrunk to talk, we can just put that pretty mouth back to work. Clean me up, baby. Make sure you swallow all the cum you suck off me.” 

the video ends there, and Barry doesn’t say anything for several seconds. he just stares at your face as it’s paused— he never expected he would ever see you like that, and he was ashamed to admit that it was sexy as hell. still, you were Bruce’s daughter, and Barry couldn’t believe that, in that moment, he wanted to be Hal. he wanted to be the one in the video, feeding you cock, watching you devour it until your eyes crossed. a plethora of other vulgar possibilities crossed his mind in the short period of time between the end of the video and when Hal spoke again. 

like what you must look like with your legs spread open, soft wet pussy clenching and begging to be fucked. he could hear his name in your gentle voice, and he physically rejected a shudder to creep up his spine as he envisioned pushing his cock into you. you must be so tight, he would have to force it. 

“You know I can send you the video if you need it for jerk material, right?” Hal teased, digging his elbow into his super friend’s rib cage. effectively pulling Barry out of his sordid thoughts. “After all, I get to play with the real deal any time I want. She said so herself: she wants to be my little stress reliever.” 

“You’re absolutely insane.” Barry countered with a bemused shake of his head. “Batman’s gonna find out eventually. He has to. He’s Batman.” 

Hal quirks a brow, “Yeah, exactly. He’s Batman, which means he’s a little preoccupied saving the world with us to keep tabs on who his daughter is fucking, don’tcha think, buddy? Relax, I know what I’m doing.” giving Barry’s shoulder a pat, he tilts his head, murmuring thoughtfully, “Besides, you’re the only one that I wanted to show, Bar.” 

Barry’s eyes narrows as he looks at his friend, suspiciously now. “Why?” 

Hal’s eyes twinkled with mischievous delight, and he juts his chin in reference to his phone. “Because I want you to get in on it.” 

“What??” 

“C’mon, Barry,” Hal pleaded, shoving his phone into his back pocket, “you’re really gonna try and tell me I didn’t just watch you drool over that video? You don’t want to fuck her with me? Hear her moan and squeal for you like she does for me? It would be so much fun filling her up from both ends, tossing her back and forth. She’d love it, too. The little batbrat likes it rough as hell.” 

Barry opened his mouth to protest, but he couldn’t find a lie convincing enough to persuade his friend and himself. so he sighed, and settled with, “So now you’re trying to get us both killed.” 

it wasn’t a yes, but it definitely wasn’t a no, and Hal realized this. 

[nouearth]

joy-cons.

pairing ; barry allen x gn!reader. fandom: ; dc, the flash (cw) genre: ; fluff. rating ; pg. note ; it's been a while since i've written, so pls spare me the pain! just wanted to write a little drabble to start off my blog!

it took a lot of convincing for you to play mario party with barry. forty pleases and multiple interrogations on why you didn’t want to play to be exact.

are you scared? afraid you’ll lose again? come on, babe. i’ll go easy on you!

it’s not that you hated the game or anything. they’ve become a party favorite for years (except for the tenth game, we don’t talk about you) and you’ve always enjoyed how those games made you feel afterwards. whether you lost or won, cheated or played fair; mario party made you (and everyone) laugh and bond together, and you’ll always credit those games for bringing you and your family closer.

with your boyfriend… not so much.

“barry… listen…” you respond with an insecure smile, hesitant whether you should really bring this up with your boyfriend right now or suck it up and play a round if it makes him happy.

“oh no… are you still mad that i stole all your stars the last time? listen, we can play the other games! i’m sure one of them have an option to turn it off or something…” barry playfully rambles, his signature smile that made you fall in love with him still remaining. “which really defeats the purpose of the game, though. because then it becomes all vanilla and if everyone is given a fair chance-“

“barry- no.” you cut him off with a small peck to his lips, a gesture you often do whenever he goes on a tangent.

“then what is it?” he repeats the same gesture back, following up by leaning his forehead on yours to gaze into your eyes a little closer, his hold on your hands tightening to keep your balance and his upright.

“well… uh… okay, you know that mini-game where you have to button-mash the hammer into the little sand cactus thingies?” you describe the mini-game that made your thumbs sore in aftermath. in all honesty, you were great at it. until barry came along.

“the pokeys? yeah! you know i got a world record on that?”

“uh-huh. i was right there.” you lead him to the couch where both you and barry sit, reaching over to grab the red and yellow joy-cons on the table. “less than a millisecond…” you mutter to yourself.

“what about it?”

“well…” you clear your throat and open your palm that’s been holding the red joy-con for barry to take. “you broke them again.”

“oh- i can just pay you back, you know that-“

“no… barry. that’s not the problem! i’ve been noticing and this always happens whenever we play those type of mini games where we have to break our thumbs until they’re beating red!”

“hey! we don’t have to play those! we can skip and… and we can-“ barry fumbles over his words and you can tell something’s making him nervous. it’s quite comical, this entire situation. you weren’t mad, sad, disappointed, but suspicious.

“barry, did you even look at the joy-con.” you shut your lip tight, almost wanting to laugh, but remain serious as your boyfriend looks like he’s in a state of panic.

“wha-“ barry averts his eyes down to his palm. a singular joy-con, the one that he always uses whenever you guys play together, except it looks a little different than usual. “it doesn’t look broken to me- OOOOOH MY GOD.”

barry’s eyes register to a burnt joy-con. well, the other half of it. one side still maintains its signature red, but barely. he looks up at you with wide eyes and an expression akin to edvard munch’s the scream painting.

“yeah- can you tell me how you managed to smoke literally half of the controller? and out of all the games, it’s mario party?!” you take the controller back from his hand and examine it closely. one of the buttons is also smashed in. no wonder he had to get a different controller mid-round.

“listen- i don’t know how that happened! i mean, i told you i’ve been lifting more recently-“ barry attempts to grab the controller back from you as if withholding it would take any more suspicion off of him. the struggle has him rolling on top of you while both you and barry’s arms extend further away from each other.

“oh my god, barry. are we seriously doing this right now-“ you breathe out from under him.

“and that world record?! i blink once and suddenly you win first place with less than a millisecond to your name?! i’m not even sure if it registered how fast you were, barry.” you struggle through your words as he pushes his weight on top of your lungs in a continuing attempt to retrieve the joy-con, but a sigh of relief exhales when you drop the controller and barry rolls off of you.

“i’m good at games! great at them! i thought we talked about this, y/n!” you take a minute to catch your breath and watch barry desperately retrieve the joy-con as if his life depended on it.

“barry, you literally only win when we play those mini games-“ something catches your eye when he loops his finger through the joy-con’s wrist strap and the edge of the controller knocks an object out from under the couch.

another red joy-con.

you take a closer look and in midst, catch a glimpse of barry’s ‘oh shit face.’ before he could swipe it back under the couch, you hop off the couch next to him and crouch down, taking a closer look.

It’s burnt, just like the one you confronted barry about it. you pick it up and examine it with your hands. same damage.

“I can explain-“ you cut him off when you begin pushing the couch away. “oh my god, y/n. no, no, no, no!” he dramatically pleas, but barry knows he’s in too deep as what has been his worst kept secret, is finally revealed.

a clutter of broken joy-cons, all red with similar burnt marks and smashed in buttons reveal before you. it must’ve been at least fifty controllers scattered in a pile. at least four thousand dollars’ worth of product. he’s broken a few joy-cons before, which is why you brought it up to him in the first place… but that’s only been four or five times. not over fifty?! you could tell barry was in desperate need in saving money too because you also saw some third-party brands that resembled the joy-cons.

“okay, so… you aren’t going to believe me… but i have these amazing superpow-“

“barry..? w-what the hell?!”

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

[supercap2319]

"Y/N? This is embarrassing." Barry stated as his boyfriend flew them high in the sky over Central City. Barry had gotten himself into a sticky situation with a meta, and Y/N had to come and bail him out.

"That's a weird way to say thank you." Y/N said.

"I'm sorry, it's just.... no one in the Central City will think the Flash can save them if he always needs saving himself."

"That's ridiculous."

"Ummm.... guys?" Chester's voice came on their comms.

"What's up, Chester?" Barry asked.

"CCPN just released a photo of you guys. With a caption on their cover story that reads: 'Flash. Hero Wonder? Or Weenie Blunder?'"

Barry looks at Y/N. "I told you."

[fandomnerd9602]

Bailey Allen readies for patrol…

Bailey: a kiss for luck?

Y/N gives her a kiss…

Bailey: thanks baby I love you!

She speeds off…

Bailey speeds back and kisses Y/N…

Bailey: it’s a two kiss kind of problem

Art generated in GenZArt app

[pricetagofficial]

For Every Loss, There is a Win -W.W. [18+]

Warnings: Language, angst, smut, face riding, oral sex, wally being too adorable for words, is my love for soccer seeping through?

Pairing: Soccer Player!Wally West x Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.26K

A/n: Big thanks to Fish for helpign me with this! Love you! This is a part two to my previous soccer wally fic! I hope you enjoy!

It killed you to see him like this, Wally never took losing a game easy but this was a new low. His eyes were glued to his phone, taking in every negative comment fans and rivals had to say about the game, and how he flubbed the final shot. What made it worse was the sports channel was playing on the T.V. highlighting moments from the game, including Wally’s performance.

“I’m not sure what West was doing out there today Rob, but as you can see he immediately stepped wrong from the get go.”

“You’re right Nick. What he should have done was pass, and let someone else take the shot.”

“Maybe West has let the fame and glory get to his–”

You couldn’t take it, ripping the plug out of the wall you walked over and took Wally’s phone out of his hand.

“Hey! Babe I–” he protested, before you walked off with his phone and hid it where he wouldn’t find it.

“Wally, you have got to stop listening to them,”

“Y/N, they’re right! I was getting too ahead of myself and I–”

Pinching his lips shut, you frowned. “If I hear one more negative comment, you won’t get any of the tacos I made.”

Wally slumped his shoulders and nodded, with a muffled “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good, now go sit your cute butt down and eat and then we can snuggle.”

Once you released his lips, Wally sulked off to the couch and ate. Your dinner was silent, Wally still stuck in this pit of depression he couldn’t seem to find his way free from. You had to find a way to get him out of this rut he found himself in.

Not even bothering to take care of the dishes, you grabbed Wally’s hands and led him back towards the couch. Taking a seat, you pulled him down with you and rested your head on his chest. Wally’s hand found its place on your waist, holding you close on his lap as you turned on the television, and found the perfect thing to get his mind off the game.

The mind numbing mediocreness that is known as Dora the Explorer.

Wally snorted a little, and pulled you closer. “Dora, really?”

“I think you need to work on your Spanish babe,” you teased, pecking his cheek.

“It can’t be that bad,”

“We’ll decide that at the end,”

Rolling his eyes, Wally relaxed with you in his hold as he watched the T.V. The short program seemed to be just what he needed, the mundane task of watching a children’s show and poking at him to participate when Dora asked for help.

“Babe, I’m not saying it.”

“Wally, Dora clearly needs your help.”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “Not doing it.”

Raising a brow, you turned him to look at you. “I’ll give you a kiss if you do,”

You watched as the thought passed through his mind, Wally side-eyeing the T.V. before turning to you. “Swiper, no swiping.”

Ever so softly, you leaned closer and pressed a kiss to his lips, before looking at him with a smile.

“Swiper, no swiping.” he said again, with a hint of his humor returning to his voice.

You obliged, and leaned in for a kiss again, this one lasting a second longer than the last. Wally’s hold on your waist tightened slightly, before he relaxed again.

“Swiper, no swiping.” he said again, his eyes not leaving you.

“You’re just looking for an excuse to kiss me now,”

“Am not, Dora has to say it three times before Swiper goes away.”

Turning so you’re straddling his lap, you pressed a third kiss to his lips. This time Wally held your waist with both hands, keeping you closer long enough he could inhale your scent as he kissed you.

Pulling away, you couldn’t fight the smile at his wide eyes. Every time you kissed him, he looked like it was your first all over again. You never got tired of the adoring look on his face.

“Nicely done babe, you got rid of Swiper.” you teased, poking his chest.

“¡Lo hicimos!”

“Now you’re just looking for an excuse,” you giggled,

“Dora says it every episode, I’m learning, see?” he hummed expectantly, looking at your lips he craved so much at this point.

Gripping your waist tightly, Wally watched as you leaned in and gave him another kiss. This one was different from the others, it was more urgent and needy than before, almost like you didn’t want to stop.

“Eres hermosa”,

“I don’t think you learned that from Dora, Wally.” you giggled,

“I’m pretty sure I did,” he grinned, knowing full well you couldn’t resist kissing him again.

“You’re insufferable,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss him once again. This time, Wally didn’t intend to let you go so soon.

Having you on his lap was driving him insane, but he had to control his urges. You were just wanting to cheer him up, not have sex. Not wanting to lose it, Wally moved a hand to cradle your head.

Big mistake.

The cute little noise you made sent all the blood rushing straight to his dick Wally was sure you could feel pressing against your thigh now. Pulling back from the kiss, Wally could feel your breath fanning over his face as you panted to catch your breath.

The smell of you enveloped him, making it harder to not flip you and fuck you right there on the couch. He had to find a way to calm down, not wanting to make you do something you didn’t want.

You weren’t sure what was going through his mind, but you watched all thoughts halt as you reached down to grasp his cock in your hand, pulling a pathetic whine from his lips.

“Babe–” he gasped, against your lips.

“Yes?” you tilted your head to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You-You sure you w–want this?” he stammered, trying to hold back his moans from you fondling him through his pants.

Stopping your movements, you leaned back to look at him. “I’m the one who just grabbed your dick, and you’re the one asking me if I want to?”

Wally’s ears went pink.

“Do I need to grind on it for you to get the hint?” you grinned.

“No, but I would not complain. Maybe if you sit on my face, I might.”

You slapped his arm, giggling as he waggled his eyebrows.

Tightening his grip on you, Wally grinned. “Hurt me good, Babe.”

Raising a brow at him, you pushed Wally back onto the couch and watched as he landed with wide eyes looking up at you. Adjusting your hips, you grinned seeing the shocked look on Wally’s face.

“What’s the matter babe, cat got your tongue?”

Wally leaned back into the couch, watching as you moved your hips up his body slowly left speechless at your actions. Before he knew it, your thighs were beside his head, giving him a perfect view up your skirt.

Hooking your thumbs into the band of your underwear, Wally watched as you slowly slid them down your hips, his mouth watering at the sight of your soaked pussy.

Once you got them down to your legs, Wally helped you get them off and tossed them across the room. Running your hands down his chest, you felt Wally shudder under your touch as you lowered your hips onto his face.

His hands came up to grip your hips, moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Wally lapped his tongue through your folds, pulling you impossibly closer to his face, listening to the sweet moans coming from you. You were sure his hands were going to leave marks from how tight he was gripping you.

"If you behave, maybe I'll let you do the same to me."

Immediately, Wally’s tongue picked up the pace as he tried to taste every inch of you he could.

Gripping the bottom of his shirt, you rocked your hips into his face moaning as he ate you out like it was his last meal.

“Oh–Just like that baby,” you moaned, closing your eyes and tossing your head back. “Such a good boy for me.”

Wally whined at the nickname, your name lost on his tongue as he continued as you canted your hips against his face. The raunchy sounds of Wally’s tongue entering and suckling all he could out of you.

Leaning forward, you slowly unzipped Wally’s pants hearing him groan softly at the release of his jeans. Letting out a low moan, you mouthed at this length of his cock your breath fanning over his crotch.

“Does my good boy want me to suck his cock?” you asked, gripping his thighs tightly as you slowly lost yourself in the pleasure of Wally’s tongue on your pussy.

Wally bucked his hips in response, pulling you lower onto his face not caring one bit about coming up for air. If he wanted, Wally could live out the rest of his days with his face buried between your thighs, lapping at your sweet cunt and listening to the pretty sounds you made for him.

Pulling his pants and his boxers down, you stroked your finger and thumb up and down his cock, smearing the precum over his shaft before taking it into your mouth.

Wally moaned loudly, digging his fingers into the supple flesh of your thighs as you swallowed his cock. Bobbing your head, you felt Wally melt under your touch as he continued to eat your pussy.

Rocking your hips, you whined around his cock feeling the familiar build up of your orgasm. Your cries were muffled as you chased your high, unable to focus on Wally’s cock in your mouth. Wally felt your walls tighten around his tongue, before you released on his face coating it in your juices.

Wally moaned, lapping up every bit he could, savoring every drop. Swallowing all he could, Wally lifted your hips.

“Ba–Babe,” he gasped in between breaths. “Turn over, now.”

You barely heard his request before you were flipped onto your back and Wally was shoving his cock down your throat. A loud moan left him as he thrusted his hips, listening to the wet sounds of you choking on his cock.

Looking down at you, Wally saw the fucked out look on your face and grinned. “Look at my baby girl taking my cock so well,” he hummed.

“Should I reward her?”

There were muffled pleas from you, followed by gagging as Wally shoved his cock deeper. Leaning down, Wally licked a strip between your folds that had you squealing around his shaft. Wally loved the taste of your pussy, your release sweet on his tongue as he devoured you.

Moving his hips, Wally continued to lap at your wall and press his thumb to your clit as he nipped at your folds slightly. Each one had you curling your toes and kicking your legs.

Feeling his balls tighten, Wally moaned against your pussy as he continued to move his hips.

“Just a little more baby,” he hummed, kissing your cunt. “Just a little more and you can have my cock all you want, okay?”

Thrusting his hips, Wally moaned your name as he cummed down your throat, before you cried out and reached your climax.

Thoroughly exhausted, Wally carefully rolled off you and flipped around before pulling you close. Placing kisses all over your face, Wally began taking his shirt and pants off. Once done, Wally pressed a kiss to every bit of exposed skin as he helped you get the rest of your clothes off, covering you in kisses still before slowly slipping his cock into you.

Letting out a low moan, Wally held you close and kissed your shoulder. “So fucking perfect, just for me.”

“Imagine how I feel,” you gasped, clenching around his shaft as you adjusted to his girth.

“After we nap, I promise to fuck you properly baby.”

Leaning back into him, you hummed. “I look forward to it.”

A couple hours later, and some wonderful wake-up sex, you and Wally were tangled up on the couch in a woolen blanket knitted by Wally’s mother, whom you’ve met and had dinner with.

Wally’s face was nuzzled into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

His hair tickled your face making you giggle, “Wally, what are you doing?”

“Loving you,” he muttered, pressing a soft kiss to your tacky skin.

Stroking your fingers through his hair, you held him close. “You still aren’t thinking about the game are you?”

Wally’s sudden silence gave you all the confirmation you needed.

“Babe, you can’t let them get to you.”

“Y/N, you haven’t seen what these people are capable of.”

Raising a brow, you turned your head to look at him. “I’ve shown you what people have said about me being your girlfriend, do you have any idea how much that hurts?”

“Probably something like this?” he muttered, peeking an eye to look up at you.

“Something of the sort, yeah. It never gets any easier, but knowing I get to come home to you every day makes it that much more worth it.”

Wally stayed silent, thinking over your words and of course you were right but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. Wally had an ego to protect after all.

Instead, he snuggled closer to you.

“You know I love you right?”

A small smile formed on your lips. “Of course I do, and I love you too, Wally.”

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[n3x0tic]

The Flash: What’s it like dating Barry Allen

Reader is inspired by Rita Farr’s powers.

Part 1

What began pull harder inside you to like him was the fact that he studied you and your meta powers.

All of that was to create devices that helped you maintain your firm in tough situations while you trained to control your powers.

Also, he did it because he’s been meaning to hear you sing in team reunions when going out drinking. Understanding completely that your complexion couldn’t handle loud sounds, and frequencies due to you meta powers changing your physiology.

After a few days of tinkering alongside your brother Cisco, they made a small gadget with the ability to neutralize or better said, to control how the sounds traveled to your body.

Barry decided to give it to you as your birthday present, that coincidentally turned out to be your half a year anniversary staying at Central city, the anniversary was a cheap excuse to make an even bigger party,

You immediately landed a kiss on his cheeks without thinking, you sang the entire night to your heart’s content as the loud song traveled with the speakers.

That night everyone left, except for Barry who stayed, you talked and laughed softly, enjoying each other’s company talk seemed great thanks to the mood established by the alcohol, you weren’t drunk since to Cisco being asleep after heavily drinking. So you probably had to take care of him if it came to it.

That’s when unexpectedly he kissed you, and you kissed him, making out fiercely until a snort coming from your brother made you both realize what was happened.

Barry thought he should leave, and you accompanied to the door, and saying goodbye to each other quietly.

After that both were very awkward to be at each other’s presence, and everyone noticed.

Your brother confronted each of you separately, until reaching to the conclusion you two had an awful attraction to each other.

However, Cisco took this an opportunity to set you to up for a blind date, so when you saw each other at the same table you wanted to be swallowed by the earth while Barry preferred to see a truck going towards him a slow motion.

But like the adults you were, you decided to talk things out and ultimately enjoy the opportunity that had arose thanks to your brother.

So what’s it like dating Barry Allen?

It meant washing up shows until late night.

Cuddling almost every second you to had alone, him mostly being the bigger spoon, but sometimes im bed he just want to be held and embraced.

Having essentially a competition if who can eat what and how much.

Grooving to the most silliest of sounds.

Being carried bridal style as a way to travel using Barry´s speed

Enjoying and admiring the small moments you had when out taking a walk.

Stargazing, and using a expensive yet advanced telescope from S.T.A.R. labs.

Teaming up and training together.

Every new sidekick feeling like a child to you, and making Barry feel like a father.

Quick deliveries of fresh goods and takeout when you go to lunch break with a note expressing his love and good wishes for you.

Getting to meat other heroes and vigilantes.

Admire his blue eyes and beautiful smile every time.

Using his speed to sightsee around the world.

Being honest and complementing each other.

Nonstop conversations about future possibilities.

Mixing your creatively crazy ideas, and Barry’s intelligence and speed to mame a project in less than hours s.

Being a complete goofball just to let you laugh.

Pranking and annoying Cisco.

Showing up late to reunions at the very last minute, making you have more time to rest.

Makes intimacy spicy.

Freaking Barry out while taking his form and showing him his own naked body.

Going to family gatherings and parities with both your boyfriend and brother in less than minutes.

[superyum]

𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚; 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣, 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙

𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨; 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬/ 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙫, 𝙫 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙥 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙚𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢, 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠/𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚

𝙩𝙩𝙢; 𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 & 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙨𝙛 & 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝! 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨.

Predating! Barry who after many, many years of being secretly in love with Iris, decides that’s it time to stop waiting on her to get outta her relationship and finally notice him, but instead to move on.

Predating! Barry who has some really bad, ridiculous even, dates after coming to that conclusion. He’s starting to regret taking the dating scene seriously again.

Predating! Barry who bumps into you on his was leaving Jitters because he was late getting to a crime scene for his job. No surprise.

Predating! Barry who becomes tongue tied when he actually gets a good look at you—he definitely stares at you mouth agape for about a minute before snapping out of it.

“I-I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to—I’m late for work.” he sputters out, hands waving around as he gestures to a random direction then to his case and then you.

Predating! Barry who almost fumbled the bag if he didn’t turn back around to awkwardly ask to buy you a coffee as an apology. Not now though! He had to get to work.

Predating! Barry who despite being a spontaneous coffee date, super speeds through over a dozen outfits that he think might impress you. Call him a try hard, but all the dates before this one were rough. He had a good feeling about you.

Predating! Barry who shows up early to said date, only to find you already there. Color him impressed and flattered.

Predating! Barry who manages to not say anything stupid during the date, at least nothing that didn’t make you laugh. Did he mention you have a really nice laugh? Yes. Yes, he did. He accidentally thought it out loud…

Predating! Barry who starts to feel like there’s something there; a spark between the two of you, otherwise you wouldn’t have agreed to a second date. Or a third, fourth or fifth one.

Predating! Barry who after the fifth date confesses he didn’t want to go on anymore dates where you weren’t officially his partner.

It was a peaceful night along the board walk of Central Park. The sun long set; the moon settling in the sky and yet the time slipping away didn’t matter to either Barry or you.

The conversation was airy, as it always was between you two. It flowed smoothy discussing your passions and dislikes that there was never a dull moment.

Barry noticed it never was with you. He stops, watching as you continue to walk before you turn around after noticing he wasn’t beside you.

He felt it, the way his tongue suddenly felt heavy in his mouth when you look at him with concern. But he had to say it—it was now or never—he didn’t want another Iris situation.

“Listen… I…I really like you—you’re amazing, pretty and—and smart! Will you go out with me?..”

There’s silence before you answer, “I thought we were already going out.”

Barry open and close his mouth multiple times before answering, “Well yeah but I mean officially—as lovers…?”

Boyfriend! Barry who is the most romantic man you’ve ever dated. Never fails to greet you with flowers every Saturday date night. And every date is different than the next, sometimes you’d order in and he’d have the most authentic food you’ve ever tasted. Can’t find it anywhere in town.

Boyfriend! Barry who starts to feel some sense of normalcy. When he’s not the Flash, he’s just a guy who’s crashing into your arms after a long day at work. You ask about his day and vice versa, carding your hand through his hair as his breathing slows because this, you, were starting to feel like home.

Boyfriend! Barry who despite still running late to work, makes you breakfast every morning with the best coffee in the city before you’re even up in the morning. How’d he have enough time to do all this always amazed you. He even leaves a little love note on a sticky note, “I miss you,” or “You look beautiful this morning”.

Boyfriend! Barry who enjoys the little domestic moments of your relationship: washing the dishes as you dry them, reading the same book at the same pace so you can discuss it together, when you fix his tie on the off chance of waking up before him, something so mundane as brushing teeth before sleep before sharing a kiss in bed.

Boyfriend! Barry who tries so hard to keep his superhero lifestyle separate from his civilian lifestyle. He didn’t want you hurt because everyone that knows always gets hurt… he can’t lose you. Not when he’s starting to…

Boyfriend! Barry who is the “first” to bring up moving in together. He has all these facts to back up his reasoning without you even needing to question him: He practically already lives at your place, half his clothes are there, his tooth brush, he never really goes home and always spends the night with you.

Boyfriend! Barry who you once again shock with a “Barry, I already gave you a key to my place. I thought it was obvious..” and a shy smile. That’s what that key was for? He thought it was just in case of emergencies. He was rambling for nothing!

Boyfriend! Barry who doesn’t come home for hours until all his meta-human business injuries are 100% healed. He’s not ready to tell you about that side of him yet. Life was perfect; you are perfect.

Boyfriend! Barry whose little white lies turn to even bigger lies when you see something red on his collar one night. He panics, says it’s from work but you start to think something else.

Boyfriend! Barry whose, try as he might, superhero lifestyle starts to interfere with his relationship. Usually he can be in and out before you even notice depending on the situation, but a new dangerous meta has started to reck havoc over the city and he was the only one to save it.

Boyfriend! Barry who starts to leave in the middle of date night, apologizing as he stumbles to put his shoes on, “I have to—It’s work. I’m sorry,” before kissing you with so much emotion, he hopes you get the message—you don’t.

Boyfriend! Barry who starts to miss date night, in fact sometimes he doesn’t even come home during the weekdays. Nevermind it’s because he’s in the middle of a fight or beaten so badly that he stays at Starlabs—you’re worried, feelings with insecurity and doubt rise in you because he hasn’t been answering his phone.

Boyfriend! Barry whose relationship starts to slowly crumble. You’re still present but it’s like there’s this wall suddenly blocking him from reaching you. You’re distant and your smile doesn’t reach your eyes these days. Every time he touches you, you brush away so subtlety he would have missed it if he wasn’t so engrossed in you.

Boyfriend! Barry who still lies when you start to ask questions, deflecting them with answers that further puts a dent in the relationship. Questions turn to arguments, arguments turn to sleeping in separate rooms.

Boyfriend! Barry who can’t say he didn’t know where it started to go wrong but he does. He just thought he could make it work, he needs it to work with you. He needs you. Whether you know it or not, you’re his lighting rod.

Barry stares at the door handle to your shared apartment, stomach twisted in knots at where the stage of your relationship has gotten. He hasn’t thought that he’d ever be coming home to a full house yet it feels so empty without you beside him.

He unlocks the door and turns the handle to open, a rush of cold air hits his face. Feels just like the cold shoulder you’re given him. All because he couldn’t out right and tell you he was The Flash.

He locks the door behind him, his body moving instinctively to the bedroom. He wanted to make sure you were alright—his whole reasoning is to make sure you’re always alright.

But you weren’t alright. He wasn’t alright. You weren’t talking like you both used to and it was literally killing him inside. Maybe there was a little fear in telling you who he was. Everyone else is accepting of it, what if you weren’t?

From where he’s standing, outside your door, listening to any sign that your home and not where you thought he might be, he realizes either way this ends, there’s a chance you could leave him. So why does it matter hiding it now?

Boyfriend! Barry who dressed as the Flash surprises you by suddenly standing in your shared bedroom. You’re both amazed and shocked as you cling to your book. How is the Flash in your room—How does he know where you live!?

Boyfriend! Barry whose heart is beating fast even for his normal standards. This is the closest he’s been to you in a week. You’re still has stunning as the first day he’s seen you. But he has to focus. He’s not here to admire you. He has to patch this hole in the relationship or completely destroy it all together.

Boyfriend! Barry who uses his voice change at first, tells you how he really feels. That he’s a hero, risking his life for the city, fighting meta-humans. It’s a dangerous job, but it’s even more dangerous for the people he loves.

Boyfriend! Barry who voice cracks as he talks about you without directly tell you it’s about you. Goes on and on how he wasted his whole life, despite still being friends, on someone else and when he finally finds someone he loves, he tries to protect them the only way he knows how. But his protection is what’s tearing them apart.

Barry reverts back to his normal voice before stepping out the darkness, “I thought I could juggle both lives without you ever getting involved. I thought I had it handled and we can live our life just like everyone else. But I was wrong. I shouldn’t have kept it from you.” He pulls his mask off, reveling your boyfriend, “From now, there is no more secrets between us. I miss you, baby.”

Boyfriend! Barry who waits with batted breath looking at your blank face, watching you get up from the bed and walk over to him. Reaching a hand out, you touch his suit, tracing his symbol.

Boyfriend! Barry who confirms with words that he’s the Flash after you ask him if this was what he’s been doing when he’s not with you, when he doesn’t answer your calls or leaves suddenly during a date.

Boyfriend! Barry who feels the same relief you do when you say, “Thank God”, and drop your head on his chest, hugging him close. He returns your hug, if not, more bone crushing than yours. Thank God indeed, he really loves you.

Boyfriend! Barry who almost gave away his secret the first time you make-out. You’ve kissed multiple times before but never had you sat in his lap, pushing your chest against his, and grind down on his growing erection. There was so much stimulation, it was overwhelming. He’s lucky you were so horny to accept his explanation of an intense shiver and not him vibrating.

Boyfriend! Barry who curses and thanks the lucky bastard who taught you how to give head before him. The first time you went down on him, it was utterly filthy, he was the one embarrassed. But he couldn’t look away. Your small hand barely reaching round him made him throb, you can feel his excitement on your tongue when you pull back to give the underside of his head some attention, before slobbering back down his cock again.

Boyfriend! Barry who groans loudly the first time he bottomed out inside you. So wet yet tight, entry was easy, your hole was practically sucking him in. It made it difficult for him to think straight inside your warmth. He’s surprised himself he hasn’t came from that alone. He was so painfully hard, the head didn’t even make him go down.

Boyfriend! Barry whose favorite part of your body is your legs and thighs. Doesn’t matter if they’re thin, thick, toned or fatty. The first place he always grabs is your thighs, gliding his hands up and down your legs so slowly it’s ticklish. Stop laughing, he’s trying to map every inch of you into his memory.

Boyfriend! Barry who prefers slow sex over quick sex. It’s the one thing he doesn’t want to rush, taking his time making you squirm and beg for him to give you more. You’re so pretty lying there, how can anyone ever want to stop? He ends up overstimulating himself and you, orgasm after orgasm.

Boyfriend! Barry who favorite positions are cowgirl and missionary. Anything that lets him see your face or feel you closer. He bites his lips bloody watching your breast bounce up and down when he decides to pick up speed or feeling them violently against his chest as he lays on top of you.

Boyfriend! Barry who will wake you up with head. He’s no stranger to seeing you in his dreams. It’s only fair he makes you feel as good as you’ve made him. It’s like he’s making out to your pussy, the way he laps at your soon to be puffy folds and suckle on your growing clit. He pulls an orgasm out of you, successfully waking you up. Ask him why, he’ll say he missed you while you slept.

Boyfriend! Barry who found out you have a thing for him in uniform, that while he’s still adrenaline rushed after dealing with Metas, he finds you and fucks you on the closest surface nearby. He’s rougher, faster, filling your hole with his cock, angling it just right it has you moaning in unison at you clenching down on him and your coming in no time at all.

Boyfriend! Barry who doesn’t think he’s good at dirty talk but the way he praises you and basically announces the way he worships everything about you in bed has you spreading your legs wider as if he did say the filthiest line on earth.

Boyfriend! Barry who becomes way into roleplaying the hero who saves you from an evil villain. Don’t you worry, he’ll protect you—no thanks necessary, it’s his job. But if you insist… after all, how can he to reject the way you kneel in front of him, doe eyes blinking up at him seductively and rubbing him to full hardness? Under the suit, he’s still just a man.

[usetheeauthor]

I’ll Make You Pay (Angst/Smut)

Inexperienced!Dr. Julian Albert x Dark!Fem!Reader

Dark/Sex Pollen Fic (18+ MDNI)

Summary: Julian, lonely and looking for some company and attention, stumbles upon your profile on a popular sugar daddy site. You decide to go for it needing the money for drugs. What happens when you take a drug that makes you extremely needy with Dr. Albert, whom, by the way, has no money to pay to you?

Word Count: 5.2k+

A/N: Ya’ll see that gif thooo!! Kissing and neck cuffing. I love me some daddy Felton! Wrote this partly for myself because there aren’t many fics about Julian Albert and it’s so criminal.

TW/Warnings: opioid abuse, car sex, semi-public sex, touch starved!julian/touch-sensitive!reader, reader is a villain, slight OOC!Julian, fuck or die, unhappy ending, graphic language, DUB CON (via sex pollen), attempted sexual assault, nonconsensual drugging, mentions of sexual abuse, depression, self harm, suicide, and grooming, misandry and mistrust of men, age gap (Albert in 30s and Reader in 20s), breath play, hinted sapiosexuality, blindfolding with tie, sensory deprivation, small mention of British accent kink, light mommy kink, daddy kink, doctor kink, small orgasm denial, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dacryphilia, use of handcuffs, hair pulling, scratching, biting, lot of saliva, one moment of light choking, p in v (unprotected), oral (m receiving), small dom/sub dynamics, reader sluts out Julian 🔥😩

You were once a good girl. Polite, well mannered, always smiling. Then, all that changed when you met your first boyfriend. You were 15 and He was 25. To you, it didn’t seem wrong. It was only love to you. In his eyes, however, he saw someone he could mold. Down the line you found yourself selling your body for him but whenever he’d reward you with drugs all the pain went away. Now all you cared for was chasing down that high again and again. The kind of high that nobody else could give you through sex or any kind of intimacy. To you, drugs made life worth living.

When you were finally free from your boyfriend’s clutches, you thought you could change again. Leading a life of sobriety, you even went back to school to complete your GED.

It was all pointless. You ended up right back where you were even without him in your life. Suddenly, you went back to chasing that high. It was a cruel sick joke that life spun on you. Countless times you’ve thought of ending it all and you’ve attempted to no avail. At one point, even found yourself in a hospital after downing a bottle of pills. A person who’d found you unresponsive in your car saved you from dying. You didn’t even get a name or seen a face. Call it divine intervention if you will.

Even experiencing near death wasn’t enough to stop you. You took Vicodin as if it were just one of your daily vitamins.

Your lifestyle was expensive, though. These drugs were eating away at your savings. Of course, this meant that you had to look for ways to fund your lifestyle but your sensitivity to touch wouldn’t allow you to go back to that life where you’d prostitute your body for money and drugs.

You put up a profile on this site for sugar daddies and babies to meet. You looked for ones in particular that didn’t want any sexual favors. You were fine with giving pictures, attention, praise but nothing as far as that. But men in this world always preferred sex. That’s all they ever fucking wanted. It made you angry. They all wanted to use you and your body then toss you to the side. Where the hell were the men that just wanted a friend to give money to?!

Then, you’re eyes landed on his profile. The perfect sucker: nerdy, slightly reserved, shy. He was just your type. He didn’t ask for sex all he wanted was an ear to be lended to him. Swiping right, you anticipated his response when the text ‘it’s a match’ pops up on your screen.

You’re giddy to know that you’ve gotten the match although a part of you thinks it was just some loser catfishing you.That was until you recieved a message from him. Your interest is peaked.

*Text Messages*

Hello! I’m absolutely elated that we’ve matched.

-Julian

Hi 👋 Yeah I’m happy, too. Especially since you’re so cute.

-Y/N

😅 I appreciate the compliment.

-Julian

So, is this your first time?

-Y/N

Yes, I don’t usually do this kind of thing. But I could use someone to talk to after a tragedy in my family. People would say a therapist is the way to go but if I’m going to pay for someone to listen to my problems, I might as well give it to someone I find pretty. In a way, I’m using my money to support someone who actually needs it.

-Julian

You rolled your eyes and gagged a little at that. He’s definitely not a smooth talker but this just confirms that he does not have much experience with girls. No way would he try to make a move on you.

I’m sorry about the tragedy you experienced. I lost someone in my family as a kid. My dad. I don’t remember him much though. Anyway, everyone copes their own way. Nothing’s wrong with how you chose to cope.

-Y/N

You wanted to come in for the close, guaranteed that in no way that you would be doing anything sexually with this man.

So what are you looking for? I know you’ve got it on your profile but I’d like to know the specifics

-Y/N

Just a mate to share my thoughts or ramblings with. That’s all really. No sex. I’m not very good at that stuff, anyway haha

-Julian

You stare at the message, a smile slowly creeping onto your face. He was just the guy you’ve been looking for in the past months.

I can be that for you.

Y/N

So that day, Julian planned for you both to meet the following day. When you met him in person, he was even better looking. Soft blue eyes, slick blonde, and beard that frame his face in way that somehow added to his soft features. When he smiled, you could tell it was genuine. It was bright and wide. You couldn’t believe how warm and safe you felt whenever he’s flash that 100 watt smile.

Twice a month, on either Fridays or Wednesdays, you’d visit his city and he’d invite you to his home. He’d rant about things you obviously didn’t care about. Historical facts, stories about his archeologist adventures, and even his time in CSI. Most days, though, you would talk through video chat or messaging but you would treasure the times when you got to see his face physically.

You hadn’t noticed it but over the 6 months your heart began to flutter whenever he’d get so excited to tell you something. He’s so happy when he speaks with you. So pure. All because he just wants to be himself without any judgment of his social skills.

Why did part of you wish to have the courage to touch him someday?

But there were times where he could be quite arrogant. He had a right to be, you guessed. He is incredibly smart, after all. He even made a name for himself without the help of his family’s wealth.

It was one evening, you were both sat on his couch when things began to take a turn in a way you would have never expected.

“I once despised meta-humans. They get powers and suddenly it’s list of big bads wanting to control the world. During the meta-human outbreak, i used to question, ‘Why? Why couldn’t it have been me to get remarkable abilities?” Julian takes a sip of his hard liquor. “If I were given powers, I’d save the world. I understand that power can get to some heads. But I know I’d be so much more different. I would stop bad things from happening.”

“When I was a little girl,” You began. “I wanted to be a hero. Then, life showed me otherwise. Sometimes…the world doesn’t understand the villains.” You clutched your knees to your chest, looking up at him defiantly.

“You don’t mean that. Sure, you’re angry at the world but that doesn’t mean you’d want to watch it burn.”

“But what if I did? This world’s the reason why my dad’s dead, why my boyfriend used me, why I’m a fucking addict.”

“I thought I recognized you from somewhere,” He sits up straighter, turning his body to face you front on. “You overdosed in your car one night. You were unresponsive. I took you to the hospital immediately, hoping you’d pull through. I’m sorry I hadn’t stayed with you that night. I just didn’t want to crowd you for your recovery.”

Your eyes remained wide, you were speechless. He was the reason you were alive. He thinks that you should thank him or something!

“I never asked to be saved.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Life is tough. I get it.”

“The hell you do,” You rejected. “Rich boy from England but somehow you understand what the fuck I’ve been through.”

“I lost my sister to illness. Maybe I don’t know all that you’ve went through but I’ve lost someone I’ve loved, too,” He says and you can tell he meant what he said.

“I’d do anything to see her again. I’ve had chances where I could’ve brought her back once again. Those chances meant dire consequences for everyone else. I had to learn to let go for the protection of our world. Sometimes love requires great sacrifices, great hurt, great trauma but that shouldn’t stop you from believing—” He places a hand on your knee in a moment of sincerity.

You quickly jump away and he immediately retreats his hand. “I do apologize.” He rushes to say.

“I have to go.” You gathered your things in a haste.

“I really didn’t mean to, Y/N,” He holds his hands up in surrender. “I respect your boundaries.”

“You don’t have to pay me for the night. I haven’t stayed the whole night so you’re off the hook. Goodnight.” You awkwardly bowed down, before walking out.

You made up your mind to relieve some stress driving to your dealer’s trap house with what little money you had, you brought a new drug he advertised to you.

“This right here will get you right. You snort it up and you’ll feel that high your looking for. Even the supers look for this. It’s called Supernova Spice.” Mickey says.

“I’m sold.” You say, examining the crystal blue powder in the little baggie.

“Yeah, just take it here. I don’t want you driving with that shit in your system. It’s your first time and I want you to be safe.”

You rolled your eyes. “I guess but you’ll have to line it up from me.” You smile and extended the ziplock bag to him.

He takes the power dumping it onto the table and making one big line for you and holds out the straw. You take the straw and just as you were about inhale it you look at him.

“You don’t wanna share the line, Mick?”

“Nah, I already had a line.”

You shrugged, snorting the substance. Soon as you did, Mickey began to caress your back. You froze, turning your gaze to him.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“You feeling anything yet.” His hand travels down your butt.

“Mick, y-you know that’s not okay. I know we’re friends but I’m not comfortable with those kind of touches.”

“You’ll love it.” He scoots over and tried to place a kiss on your neck. You push him away.

“Don’t touch me.”

“You’re gonna die if you don’t fuck me, bitch. Might as well give me some—”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He doesn’t answer, jumping on top of you as you kicked and screamed. Then, you heard someone burst through the front door. Julian had found you, taking the disgusting assaulter and throwing him to the ground.

Mickey scrambles on the ground, trying to get up but ends up curling in a ball and groaning in pain. Julian ignores him, focusing his attention on comforting you.

“Are you okay?” He says, eyes as wide as saucers. He was really concerned for you.

“Yes.” You stand on your feet from the couch.

“Come with me. We’re getting you out of here.” He says.

You nod, following after him. The dealer calls out to you and you both turn to look at the pitiful man. “What about me? I’m gonna die. I took the Supernova Spice.”

“Supernova Spice?! The police will be on their way here anyway. They’ll get you the help you need. Y/N, we’re going.” Julian’s delivery is stern and you almost feel like you’ve seen some kind of dominant nature. So this was how he was like when in action. You shouldn’t have found that to be so enticing.

You get into his car and he immediately drives off, not saying a word to you, jaw clenched.

“How’d you know where to find me?” You say breaking the silence.

He doesn’t speak at first, keeping his eyes on the road. He’s angry.

“I said, ‘How’d you find me?’”

“I followed you. I figured you’d be making a trip to the dealers.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“The man that just saved your life. Twice might I add,” He scoffs, glancing at you incredulously before donning a serious tone. “We need to get you to my lab. If what he gave you is actually Supernova Spice then you can be in serious trouble.”

“I’m not going anywhere further with you. Not until you pay me.”

“Pay you?! You were literally willing to spend all you had. I won’t allow you to continue this cycle of abuse on yourself.”

“You’re gonna fucking pay. You’ll pay for not letting me die and you’ll pay for wasting my time.”

“No.”

“Stop the car.” You demanded.

“I’m getting you to a lab.”

“I said, ‘Stop’.” You held your hands out in front of you.The car abruptly stops.

You look over to Julian who’s looking back at you, stunned. “H-how’d you do that?”

“Do what?” You asked, quietly.

“You said stop and the car won’t budge now.”

You look down your hands. You notice at the corner of you eyes, Julian went to reach for the walkie in his car only for the walkie to be practically dead.

“Y-you’re meta-human. How?”

“I don’t know. But I don’t care. Take me to back to Mickey’s place. I’m gonna kick his ass then take all his shit.”

“Y/N, you won’t do that.”

“I fucking will. I can do what I want now that I have powers. I will get my revenge. Just as I did with Dan.”

“Who’s Dan?”

“My first boyfriend. I’m sure I killed him. I never remembered how. Just blacked out then woke up and he was right in front of me, dead. No blood. No weapon. Doctors said he had a heart attack. But I dreamt that I was the one who stopped his heart. Now I know how. I didn’t recognize my power. My strength. Now I can hurt those who’ve hurt me. Starting with Mickey.”

“Power doesn’t equate strength.”

“Oh, yeah?” You challenge him, stretching out your hand and commanding your power. The car begins to rock back and forth violently.

“Just stop it!” He calls out.

You stop all movements, looking at him with a huge smirk on your face. “That takes strength to me. Drive.”

“I’m not taking you anywhere. I won’t participate in any form of criminal activity you wish to partake in. My friends know I should be heading over to the lab. They’ll come looking for me if they realize I’m missing. You’ll end up in prison.”

You swore your remembered he had some kind of affiliation with The Flash. He did work for the law enforcement so it wasn’t farfetched.

“I don’t think so,” You outstretched your hand to him and he flies out the driver’s seat onto the hard pavement of the empty street. He’s knocked out cold. “Goodbye, doctor.”

You hopped into the driver’s seat. Just you were about to speed off, you felt an overwhelming sensation coming over you. You were overheated, an aching throb between your legs. You groaned, knowing that the only person who could help you was this dork.

Finding a pair of handcuffs from his glove compartment, you latched them onto his wrists. Dragging him and hiking him up into the passenger’s seat. You entered the driver’s side, looking for a way to bring him back into consciousness but he’s already stirring awake.

He looks down at his wrists, eyes shifting to you. He seethes.

“What’s wrong with me?” You pant, the feeling was becoming unbearable. You squeeze your thighs together.

Julian notes your discomfort. Instead of assisting, he makes a tactless remark. “Like I’d help you. I’ve rescued a murderer. Twice. Christ, I’m shite at everything.” He dry laughs.

You feel yourself begin to feel faint, hyperventilating for air. He grows concerned for you understanding your symptoms had reached extreme levels of danger. Despite what Julian knows about you now, he couldn’t see himself letting you suffer.

“What’s happening to me?” You asked again, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please.” You added.

He sighs. “You’ve ingested a highly potent dose of a drug known as Supernova Spice or …sex pollen. It raises your hormone levels at an alarming rate.”

“How can I stop this? It hurts so badly. I need…I need something.”

“If you let me, I can give you the directions to my lab. I can help you.”

“No, I won’t let you trick me. I’ll look for my own help. Give me your money,” You stretch your hand in his direction ready to attack again if he didn’t comply. “Now.”

“Obviously, I can’t reach it for it. It’s in my right pocket but you’ve cuffed me.”

You groan, understanding that this meant you’d have to touch him. You shivered at the thought. It’d been so long since you’d touched any man. 3 years exactly. You’d known Julian for 6 months but the thought of you touching him spooked you. You had to push that fear aside in a desperate attempt to leave before his reinforcements arrived.

Leaning over the console, you reach over to his right pocket. You were leaning over his lap. You can smell the scent of his cologne wafting passed your nostrils. The indirect touch of your fingertips scanning his clothed thigh for his pocket causing your stomach to tingle with want.

It’s dark. The only lighting being the streetlight you were parked under. You looked up at him. His eyes are dark and intense. The throbbing between your legs increases and your heart races. Instead of its mission to find the money, your hand grips his inner thigh hard. Right near the area you craved to have inside you.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, looking down at you confused. You ignored him crawling over and straddling him in his seat. At this point, Dr. Albert knew the drug had taken over your actions and soon you’d be in your final stages of the effects. Saving you this time would mean considering alternative options. A particular option he’d suggest, would worry him in how you’d take it. But Julian didn’t need to suggest anything because it seemed like you’ve already considered it.

You take his cuffed wrists, looping them around your body so that you were trapped in his embrace. You shivered once again at the touch of a man. A man whom you’ve desired for a while now too afraid to admit.

Now Julian is breathing hard, understanding where this would be going. He feels your lips ghosting over the sensitive flesh of his neck so exposed and vulnerable for you to bite. So you do. This earns a surprised moan from him. You smile against his neck. So, he liked pain.

Soon you were peppering soft kisses all over his neck. Your fingers entwined in his now messy hair. You didn’t recognize yourself. You’d gone feral, kissing, sucking, and biting at the flesh while grinding yourself on his lean thigh. Even with the barriers of your cotton underwear and his suit pants, he can feel your sopping wet core leaking through his khakis.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered in his ear between kisses. “I don’t know what’s come over me. My intention isn’t to force anything on you. But I just need you.” The last part came out as a whine.

Julian makes an attempt to speak but your lips soon cover his. You’re the opposite of your former self. A once touch sensitive girl, now all you craved was his touch.

You began to suck on his tongue, shifting your position so that now you could grind directly on his hard erection. He tastes like coffee. The kiss as addicting as the caffeine. Even closely addicting as drugs.

You’re deepening the kiss, desperate for more. Moaning and groaning, your sounds egged him on and he’d slowly lose his restraint.

The sounds of lip smacking and wet tongues wrestling fill the empty space of the car atmosphere. Putting his cuffed hands up and over again so that they were placed between your bodies, you brought them around your neck. You bite your lip at the feeling of his large, veiny hands squeezing around your delicate throat. If you weren’t so stubborn, you’d uncuff him and let him freely put his hands all over you. For now, though, you were glad relishing in this feeling. Was this what you were missing?

You suck his tongue back into your mouth, him groaning at the action. Julian didn’t know much of sex. He kept to himself, most of the time, and he’d been okay with it. Then, he met you and suddenly he began to question things but he knew it’d never happen between you. Now he’s eating his words. You were hungry for him and him only. He’s never had a woman aggressively begging to be fucked by him. But then again, she under the influence of the sex pollen something he had to remind himself of in order to pull away.

He almost felt bad when he saw the disappointed look on your face. “I know a way you can save yourself without us having to do anything. You can…masturbate. It won’t be much but it can help calm your stress levels before—”

“No,” You’re solemn with your words, whispering softly against his lips. “Please let me fuck you, Dr. Albert. If I don’t get to have you tonight…I’m not sure what I’d do.”

You had a ‘doctor’ kink. Interesting. Julian quickly shakes off this horny thought. “You don’t want me, Y/N. It’s only the drug. We can still get you some help.

“No help. Just you.” You popped the buttons of his shirt and they scatter all over the car. You also tear at the flimsy white undershirt. Then, you unlooped the tie around his neck. You needed to feel his naked chest on you. Placing wet kisses on him, his chest hair and the happy trial were doing wonders for you. It felt as if you need to feel every inch of him as possible to cure you of your pain.

You were scared at how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be. You’ve never recalled a moment where you were this affectionate with a partner. “I need your cock so bad.” You whine some more.

“Use me,” Julian says, giving in. He’s shocked by his own words. It was as if he’d received contact effects of the sex pollen. Just as horny and desperate for you as you are for. “Use me however you wish. I can’t say I’ll be any good but I can assist—”His words are cut when you began to blow on neck. He shivers.

Using his tie, you put it over his eyes. He’s frustrated at the idea that he’s not allowed to look or touch you but it quickly dissipates when he feels you sliding down his body. The clanking of his belt buckle and your heavy breaths fill the air.

You were on your knees in front of him, impatiently trying to free his large member from its restraints. When he’s freed, his cock slaps against his soft belly with a thud.

He was painfully hard and twitching in sight. The pink swelled tip of his dick leaking precum. You licked your lips at its beauty. You lick shyly at the tip earning a hiss from his lips.

A dangerous twinkle in your eye appears when you savor his taste. You were uncontrollable, wrapping your warm mouth around him; bobbing and sucking as if he were the world’s tastiest lollipop.

His moans are loud. He’s worried that should a cop pass by this road, they would for sure know what was going on. He can’t stop himself from raising his volume no matter how hard he’d bite his lip. The blindfolding only enhanced his pleasure. Not to mention he’s never had a girl go down on him. He’s always been the one to give never expecting in return.

All the built time of no sex would soon flood him. He was going to cum soon. You were relentless, sucking hard then softly. Then you’d swirl your tongue around the tip and occasionally scrape your teeth light on the base.

You gagged around him, playing with yourself with the matching the rhythm of his groans and your bobbing. Your moans sending vibrations to his dick. He throbbing against your tongue.

“Holy fuck! Mummy, I’m gonna cum.”

‘Mummy’. You loved the sound of that. His accent only adding more to your horniness. You wanted to ruin him for anyone else.

You couldn’t let him cum, though. That needed to be inside you. There will be plenty of times where you’ll allow him to cum in your mouth but something told you that he needed to cum deep within you.

You pulled away and he groans. You blow air on his chest letting him feel your breath tickling his skin. It was such a tease. You spit on his cock, jerking him in your hands before pulling down your panties and straddling him. Hiking up your skirt, you sink yourself on his hard length and the two of you let out a satisfying groan.

You began to bounce on his cock in a feverish frenzy. But in a desperate need to be close as possible, you resorted to grinding on Julian’s thick, curved cock instead. He thrusts up into you. All could do was feel the pressure of your walls constricting him deep inside you. You were so wet that you were positive you’ve stained his seats. The gushing wet noises emitting from your bodies causing more of your juices to flow.

“Fuck, you’re so bloody tight.” Julian says. His vocals are strained.

You uncuff and remove his blindfold in a hurry, still rocking into him. Instead of pushing you off, he wraps an arm around your waist, the other gripping your ass to guide you. You pull off your shirt and bra allowing your breasts to press against his chest. Your hardened peaks grazing against the hairy chest adding on to the pleasure.

The two of you are grinding hard to meet each other’s thrusts. You can feel the tip of his cock nudging against the soft spot inside you. You sink your teeth into his shoulders, one of your hands wrinkling his buttonless shirt in a fist, while the other scratched down his back.

“Fuck, you’ve got a big cock. You’re making me feel so good and full, daddy. Making me drip all over you.”

“I’ll cum if you keep talking like that.” He whines only to end up spilling inside you without warning.

You feel his hot spurts of cum, coating your walls. He’s whimpering as he clutches you close to him, orgasm so intense that tears pricked the corners of his eyes. It was so sudden, so unexpected. He’s embarrassed at the idea that he came so fast, looking up at you in shame. What he hadn’t known was…you actually found it hot.

“I’m sorry. I think I might’ve…,” He trails off, not wanting to meet your eyes. “It’s been a long time.”

You grind down on him again, your mouth returns onto his again as you do so. His soft length stirs awaken inside you again. Your hands tug at his hair. You’re kissing him so hard it felt as if his soul was being sucked from his body.

He’s sensitive from his release. A mix of pain and pleasure as you continue to rock onto his hard cock. You pull away from the kiss, breathing in each other’s air.

“It hurts.” He whimpers against your lips.

“You want me to stop, doctor?” Your hips moving in deep, shallow circles. Sloshing and squelching from your mixed juices louder than your moans. It was disgustingly hot.

“No.” His nails dig into the soft flesh on your ass.

Grinding so close against him, your clit rubs deliciously against his belly. You groan, sinking your nails into his sides to rut against him with added support.

You felt your orgasm slowly approaching. The aching you felt a while ago long replaced with a feeling of euphoria. You’re chasing your high, staring intensely into his eyes.

“I’m coming again.” He mewl, teary-eyed.

He hits hard against that button inside you and you see white, biting hard into his neck as you came. You were violently shaking, moan in repeated succession. A large puddle of wetness under you and all over him. You’ve squirted for the first time. Ever.

“Oh fuck!” He came deep inside you once again. The sticky white fluid dosing the fire that burned within you.

“Holy shit.” You whispered, still trembling as you rest your chin on his shoulder. You were breathing hard, reeling and processing everything.

He rubs at your back. You knew it was sweaty—you were both really sweaty—but he still managed to comfort you and you no longer felt the need to twitch in his touch even with the effects of the drug wearing off.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” He says softly through his light panting.

“I know,” You nuzzled in his neck. “You’ll turn me in. Won’t you?”

“I don’t think you killed your boyfriend.”

“But I did. I killed them all. All the men who’ve paid for my body, my boyfriend, and soon…Mickey.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

You pull off him already mourning the loss of him inside you. You’re back in the driver’s seat. You get dressed, sliding your underwear back on your body before his cum could leak down your legs. “Then, you’ll have to turn me in.”

“I can’t.” He says, avoiding your stare again and adjusting his pants and what’s left of his shirt.

“Why not?”

“Because I care for you, okay. I know we’ve only officially known each other for half a year but I just want to make sure you’re okay. I don’t think you’re evil. I think you’ve wanted to be rescued all along.”

“I’m not some damsel in distress.”

“You’re not. But everyone needs help. Even heroes. You were there for me. You listened to me when I felt as if I couldn’t live a life where I felt ignored.”

“Only because I was getting paid.”

“You didn’t care to take the money only during the times when you badly craved those drugs. I see that you wish to be good. That with the right connection, you could get better. You and I, need each other more than we’ve ever realized.”

“When you say that…it makes me believe you. Yet, I still have my doubts.”

“It’s okay, too, have issues trusting others,” His hand goes up in an attempt to touch your cheek, stopping himself when he remembered your preference for touch. You permit him, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek. “Put your trust in me. I can help you.”

You kissed his palm. “I…I can’t. I’m sorry.” You ran out of the car into the dark of the night, refusing to look back or you’d never leave his arms.

He’s stunned at your decision, unable to move. A whip of wind swarms around him. The Flash arriving. He’d just missed you. However, Julian missed you now and always.

[angelltheninth]

Wally West Helps You Train for a Marathon

Pairing: Wally West x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, banter, teasing, power use, kissing

Flufftober Day 18: “Did you plan for this to happen?”

A/N: Another entry for flufftober, like Wally I'm running to catch up with it.

Running at full speed for hours was hell for you, great fun for Wally. Sadly this was what you signed up for when you told him you would run in an upcoming marathon that takes place in a few weeks. Wally, while excited to cheer you on and most likely follow along, was more excited about this part: helping you get ready.

He could run a hundred circles around the same trail in a minute, nevermind hours, and not break a sweat. You on the other hand were only human and jogging like this every day to train was taking it's tole on you.

"Remember to pace yourself." He reminded you while running beside you. You must have looked like you were moving in slow motion to him. "Don't start sprinting right away, wait until you see the end, then floor it." Floor it, as if simply running at a steady pace wasn't exhausting.

"I'm not sure how much flooring I'll have left in me." Your legs were already burning. "Any chance you could go instead?" Wally chuckled and kissed your cheek in response, then ran a little ahead of you, his red hair almost a blur to your eye. It was then that you realized, he wasn't just ahead of you, he was running circles and only stopping for that one moment that you would see him, "Show off!"

Once again he slowed down, keeping pace, "Look at it this way, I'll be waiting for you at the finish line, and when you pass it, no matter what place you'll get the best reward in the world." He blew you a kiss coupled with a charming wink and a grin to match.

On the day of the race his flirty affections proved to be just what you needed to make that final push. Although it wasn't as ceremonious as you had envisioned, your body failing you right as you crossed that finish line. Instead of the cold concrete road what welcomed you were Wally's arms as he slowly lowered you to the grass on the side where the other runners were resting.

You couldn't move a muscle anymore, “Did you plan for this to happen?” You grinned up at Wally who was grinning back at you.

"What? You in my arms? Maybe? But I really did want to motivate you. This is just a very happy bonus. And since you're clearly oh so tired, guess that means I get to carry you home too." He didn't even try to hide it anymore.

"Lucky you."

[amourisms]

psa : i’ll be reuploading my ‘souvenir’ wally west fic when i get home because my dumbass accidentally deleted it im so sorry😭

[dollwritesarchive]

𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 — 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, speedsters being speedsters, overstimulation, reader cries but it’s not dacryphilia, dub con towards the end but it’s not intentional, tap out, noise control, aftercare, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

Wally should not have been sweating this hard. 

he could run across the country in a matter of minutes and never break into a sweat. he could circle the world multiple times in under a day and only get a drop or two. 

he should not have been sweating like this. 

but he was, because he was forcing himself to hold back. with his hands wrapped around your hips, he pulled your rear back to meet his quick thrusting. you moaned his name each time your ass smushed against his pelvis, and he grit his teeth. 

what he really wanted to was to tell you to hold on to something because he was going to lose himself in an assault of blurry, rapid thrusts into you. 

“Faster…” you whined, gripping the pillows your face was nuzzled into. you always got too loud, and it was much too late at night. those damned neighbors of yours had already had the cops out to talk to you three separate times in the first month of you and Wally dating, so the two of you tried whatever you could to keep yourself quieter. “Wally…” 

“Don’t tell me that,” Wally grunted, giving your ass a playful slap. he marveled at the ripples through it, and the way you mewled and arched in response. damn, he was lucky to have you. “We’re trying to be good, remember?” 

but you were already too dickdrunk to truly comprehend what you were asking for. you’d never experienced Wally’s true, full speed, especially not when he fucked you, but right now, you wanted it. he was just perfectly proportionate to hit all the right spots when he was inside you that had you needy for as much as he could give you. digging your nails into the pillows, you push back to meet his hips with twice the force, as if demanding more. “F—faster!” 

and fuck, did he want to just give it to you already. 

Wally moans in awe, both hands sliding down to grope your ass, spread it apart so he can watch the way his cock disappears into you, instead. “If I start…” he mutters, distracted, and shifts, grinding his hips to change his angle. he likes the way you cry out, and bury your face in the pillow to muffle it. he could feel the sweet, bundle of nerves he was hitting now, “I might not… be able to stop… until I cum…” the speedster knew himself better than that. he knew that you could rev him up like no other, and he would have a much harder time bringing himself back down. he tried to remember that he could overwhelm you if he lost it, there was even a possibility that he could hurt you, and he needed to be careful. 

“Don’t stop!” you cry out, slamming yourself back against him. it seemed to be the only words you’d heard him say, and you feared he’d try to pull out before you were satisfied. your walls clench around him, as if pleading with him not to leave. “D— don’t stop! Wally, fuck— me— faster!” 

“Aw, hell—“ Wally felt himself lose the battle when you tightened around him, and he reaches out to wrap both arms around your midsection, hauling you up on to your knees with your back flush against his torso so he can suck on your neck, “you want fast?” you were nodding, bouncing against his rocking hips as he asked, “I’ll give ya fast, babe.” 

surely, if he was really cautious, he could give you what you wanted without losing control. 

right? 

when his pace picks up, you whimper, graciously. your eyes threatening to roll back as he pounds your hyper-sensitive nerve endings. the veins that bulged and etched the length of his cock rub against your fluttering walls. the newfound speed behind his thrusting elicits a symphony of skin slapping, much louder and frequent than before, and you started to lose track of which thrust was which. it was nearly a barrage of fierce pleasure as he battered your insides. 

“G—gonna cum!” you yelped, jouncing up and down wildly to his superhuman rhythm. “Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” you couldn’t say it enough to clear the building orgasm in your belly, so you just kept screaming it until Wally clamped a hand over your mouth. “Gonna c—“ 

at least he could think to do that, to keep your snooty neighbors from causing a fuss again, but other than that, he was out of it, too. 

you felt too good and he was going too fast to slow down and savor it. he wanted to lose himself in his speed and drain his energy into you. “Ffff—fuck—“ he was shuddering, his free hand groping at your tender breast. “Almost… almost there…” he mumbled it against your neck, but the pistoning of his hips had only gotten faster. rougher. until the movement itself had become a blur. he was no longer just ramming into you at break-neck pace, Wally was rumbling with vibrations, moving much too quick for your blissed out brain to even try to comprehend. 

it was too much. 

you couldn’t handle it, after all. 

and you couldn’t even tell him. 

you scream against his palm, holding on to his forearms as best you could with your violent ricocheting. you couldn’t think to give him a tap and let him know you needed to stop, for what felt like millions of vibrating thrusts were numbing your mind, the shape of him reverberating as it drove, relentlessly, into your spasming canal. 

your orgasm had come, and gone, and then another one had erupted without so much as a single break in his jackhammering, and had he slowed down, he might’ve been able to see how fervently you trembled, or how your eyes have started to well up with tears for being positively overstimulated. 

you tried to cry his name and beg him to ease up, knowing it would be muffled by his hand, but only a string of half syllables and vowels died against his fingers. 

you couldn’t form the words because he’d already broken you. 

“You’re so tight,” he whimpered, kissing and nipping at your ear, “feels good! Can’t… can’t stop…!” a running tear breaks past the barrier and soaks his fingers, but he doesn’t even notice, fucking you senseless and so fast that your mind was blank. it was like he was trying to fuck right through you. “I love it when you cum… I love it!” 

had you cum again? 

you hadn’t even noticed until you heard him say it; his voice sounded far off even though he was right in your ear. every sensation had been bumped up to what felt like a thousand, so every single time you felt his swollen tip jab into you, it felt like you were falling apart. 

“You good?” 

you needed a break, you were so dazed and flustered, that you just reach down with both hands between your legs and hold on to your own, throbbing cunt, pressing against your button to soothe it with one hand, while the other nudges Wally’s cock in a desperate attempt to push him out. 

this time, when you don’t nod to answer him, he does seem to realize something is wrong. “Baby…” he whispers, flushed, as the hand on your mouth outstretches to splay against the headboard instead, trying to steady himself. “You okay?” his breathing is ragged, but it’s nothing compared to your own. when he’s no longer holding you to his chest, you slump forward into the mattress and bury your face in the pillows, wailing. Wally’s eyes widen, and every terrible thought that could possibly run through his brain does in that moment. did he hurt you? why were you crying? “Baby!” gripping the headboard, Wally forces himself to slow down, gradually before he stills inside of you. it was then that he felt just how ferociously your body was shaking; you were practically vibrating, yourself, still impaled on him, and he stares, uncertainly, at your back as you snub. “H—hey…” he coos, running his fingers in delicate strokes along your spine, slowly petting you for comfort. for once, he didn’t know what to do; he’d never seen you like this before. “Did I hurt you?” you shook your head, but he couldn’t tell it you were lying to him or not. your face was still buried in the pillows, but even then, he could hear you sobbing. one palm lays flat against your back and glides upward, until he can stroke the back of your head, biting down on his lip. “You sure?” 

another nod, but this time, you reach up and blindly grab his arm. gripping him at the bicep, you tug on it, childishly as if you were pulling on his shirt tail. but he takes the hint and leans over you, pressing his toned, strong torso to your back so he can nuzzle in the crook of your neck. 

“You scared me, baby.” he whispers, wrapping both arms around you. “What happened?” 

you were still sniffling when you barely turn your head for him to kiss your wet cheek, and you croak, still in shock that it was even possible, “I—I’ve never cum that hard before…” 

[charliedawn]

Batman × Icepowers!F/Reader

~request @simligul

(It was the attribution of "hero's sidekick" day and each hero was assigned a hero in training to work with. However, one particular sidekick was noticed among all the others. A hero with ice powers. You. However, as every trainee had the choice to ask their favorite hero as a teacher, everyone hoped they would be yours.)

You walked in and looked around at the room full of superheroes. It was time to introduce yourself and find your hero among all the others..However, you already had one particular hero in mind.

You chose Batman :

Batman was looking down at all the heroes being picked and wondered if you would show up last ? Him and Superman had bet on who would get you..And, so far, they were both waiting for you.

When you finally entered the room, the guests all fell silent as your high-heels clicked on the floor and everyone left way for you to pass.

You weren't just any trainee, you were the trainee who had succeeded in beating Superman during your first training session.

"I knew you would be here.."

Batman rolled his eyes before turning his head towards Wonderwoman, the only woman who always seemed to be able to find him.

"What are you doing here ?"

He asked and she sighed before smiling.

"Well, checking on you, of course !"

He restrained himself from rolling his eyes at her again before returning his attention on you, but you already un deep conversation with Superman.

"If you stay up here, Clark will get her. Come on. Put on your most elegant suit and your brightest smile and go get her !"

Wonderwoman urged him and even though he hated that the woman was always so infuriatingly right, but couldn't deny her wisdom.

"I know.."

He admitted, but didn't move and Wonderwoman sighed before sitting down next to him.

"What are you afraid of ?"

Bruce didn't answer right away, but Wonderwoman was patient and waited until the bar was ready to talk about it.

"I..I already trained a lot of young people and they all became great heroes, but they also had to suffer a lot by choosing this life. A lot of sacrifices were made and I can't help but wonder if it is not because of me ?"

Wonderwoman felt bad for Batman and patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"It is the burden of a teacher, the fear of failure. But, I'll let you on a little secret my friend..None of us are perfect and the best teachers are often the ones who learned from their mistakes."

Bruce didn't reply, but he did stand up and walked away.

"Where are you going ?"

Wonderwoman asked and Batman halted before sending her a knowing smile.

"Find the most elegant suit I can find and put it on."

A few minutes later :

Clark was surprised to find Bruce walking your way, but still smiled and stepped in to introduce the both of you.

"Y/N. This is.."

"I choose him."

Both men seemed surprised by your quick decision, but you didn't count on staying long enough for them to start asking questions.

"Par..Pardon me ? Him ?"

You passed by Clark, not even shooting another glance in his direction before going to greet someone else in the room.

"Wow. She really gave you the..cold shoulder. I think I'm starting to appreciate her."

Bruce said with a small smile and Clark didn't know what was the most surprising ? That you had chosen Bruce to be your mentor or that the man had just made a pun ?

"Did you just..?"

Bruce walked away, leaving Superman baffled. Wow. Two cold shoulders in one night, Clark was really starting to wonder if he hadn't landed in Iceland by accident ?

Not that it would have made such a difference for him anyway..

Now, he had to find someone else to teach.

He sighed. Too bad..He really wanted to train you.

On the balcony :

Bruce smiled to himself, walking away with his glass of champagne in hand which perceptibly become colder when you approached.

"So..You had already decided I assume ?"

He said, not even needing to turn around to know you were behind him.

"As you had.."

You replied knowingly.

"Why me ?"

He asked.

"Why me ?"

You fired back.

"Good point."

He admitted before finally turning around to face you. You took a couple of step forward and iced the door's handles so nobody might disturb the both of you. Batman approved.

You clinked your glasses together.

"To a fruitful collaboration."

He said.

"And a joyous partnership."

You added with a smile.

You nodded at each other in silent understanding before looking down at the lights of the city bellow. It was now your time to protect it and Batman was ready to teach you.

Why he chose you :

Batman was extremely interested by your powers, like many of the other superheroes. But your powers are not the reason he chose you. He chose you because he knew you could turn into an amazing superhero..but also, an unstoppable villain. And you chose him for the same reason. You understand and complete each other.

You chose Barry :

Barry was about to enter with the other trainees when Wonderwoman stopped him.

"Not your entrance, Barry..You'll be with the teachers this time."

Barry's eyes widened at the news and he shook his head.

"Are you kidding me ?! I just became a part of the Justice League ! I can't train anyone !"

Wonderwoman only addressed him an enigmatic smile before replying with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

"I would beg to differ. None of us are ready, Barry. But, it is our role to prepare those young people to fight. And, you have more experience in that area than many of them."

Barry sighed before following Wonderwoman dutifully and entering the room after her. He was then assaulted by a lot of trainees and immediately felt overwhelmed.

He ran outside and took a big breath of fresh air, not noticing you until he turned his head and found you silently observing him.

"Oh ! Hello there ! Sorry. Didn't see you there.."

You smiled and shrugged.

"No problem. I was searching for some peace and quiet myself."

He nodded before noticing he ice at your feet and frowned.

"You have ice powers ? That's actually pretty cool."

Your smile widened at the compliment and you couldn't help but challenge him.

"If you think that's cool, wait until you can see what I can do when I start running.."

Now, you perked Barry's interest. He always enjoyed a nice challenge and you seemed to be willing to put up a good fight.

"How about a race ?"

You challenged and he raised a quizzical eyebrow at you.

"You think you can keep up ?"

He said, already positioning himself and you smiled back at him before raising your hand and making an ice road.

"Watch me."

You then said before putting a leg backwards and putting yourself in position to start running. Barry laughed before looking forward and asking what was the finish line.

"You need one ? I propose until we fall from exhaustion.."

"Your funeral..", he warned you.

However, he still smiled and got ready. When the race started, you shot ice from your hands to boost you forward and Flash was actually impressed. He had trouble keeping up as you started ice-skating, glancing sometimes backwards with a taunting smile.

"What is it ? Can't keep up, hero ?"

It was a long time before either of you were prepared to admit defeat and when you finally did, it was because you didn't have Flash's endless energy..

You were breathing deeply, trying to regain your breath when Barry introduced himself to you.

"I'm Barry by the way. Superhero."

"Y/N. Trainee."

You breathed our between each breath. He nodded and then, Wonderwoman's words came back to him. It is his role now. He will never be ready, but might make you ready to fight to live another day.

"Well, I'm still new at this hero stuff but hum..How about you train with me ?"

You smiled up at him before nodding affirmatively.

"I would love to..Barry."

You shook hands.

Why he chose you :

Flash felt afraid he might mess up things as a teacher, but you felt the same as a hero trainee and you both had this urge to get away. It unconsciously linked the both of you. You both find comfort in pushing your limits and speeding things up. He likes that about you and it is the reason why he chose you.

[supercap2319]

Y/N accidentally walks in on Barry naked in the bathroom.

Barry got out of the shower and realized there were no clean towels. His body was dripping wet and there were no towels in any of the little cupboards or closet of the bathroom. "Oh my God. Where are the towels?" Y/N must have been doing laundry and probably took them all to get washed. Barry realized that as he kept looking for anything to dry himself with, but only found a small black towel. The door opened up and Y/N walked in as Barry snatched the small towel and put it over his crotch.

"Oh my God!"

Y/N turned to him with a shocked look on his face as he blinked and snickered a bit.

"Get out! What... Get out!"

"Dude, this is my bathroom."

"Dude, I'm using it. Please can I have a little privacy?" Barry should have just speeded to his room, but he was too embarrassed to move his feet.

"Okay. Okay. You're the one with the body issues."

"Get out."

"Lock the door next time." Y/N turned to leave as he left the door wide open. Barry huffed. "Close the goddamn door!" Y/N came back into the bathroom and looked at him. "Did you need something else? A helping hand or mouth?"

"Go!" Barry pointed out the door.

"Okay. Okay. You are so confusing."

Just before he left, Y/N's dog ran into the bathroom and he went for Barry's crotch area as he pulled the small towel and ran out of the room with it. Barry blushed hard as Y/N came back and smirked. "Not bad, Barry. Nice orbs, and you've got a really big joystick."

He winked and left the bathroom for real this time as Barry looked down at his cock getting hard.

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.3

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.4][Pt.5][Pt.6][Pt.7]

“Aquaman.” Batman swept into the room, beelining straight for the suddenly apprehensive Atlantean king.

“Batman. What can I do for you?”

“Phantom. Does he pay taxes?”

“Pardon?”

Batman makes a low noise that had Aquaman’s danger senses buzzing.

“Does Phantom have to pay taxes. Towards Atlantis.”

“No…? Why?”

“He wanted money, in exchange for… information, of a delicate sort,” Batman said, diplomatically avoiding the topic of Phantom bargaining for the identities of corpses in exchange for a measly $100 dollars per identity. Like a flea market dealer, that one was.

“You encountered Phantom again?” Aquaman perked up.

“Yes. Gotham’s bay is… polluted.” Batman paused. “With victims. Of murder.”

The entire area quieted as heads turned towards the Dark Knight.

“Yes, I am… distantly aware of Gotham’s waters.” By that, Aquaman gets green around the gills whenever he turns his awareness in that direction. There’s a reason he doesn’t enter Gotham, and the Dark Knight’s ban is only half of that reason. “Ah, but you’re correct. For what purpose would Phantom need mortal currency?”

“Hn.”

“Maybe he needs some stuff?” Flash zipped to a stop next to Batman, feet tapping as he dug into the pile of snacks cradled in his arms. “Us mortals are always coming up with new things, maybe he wants to try some games or something?”

Batman tilted his head down, seriously considering Flash’s suggestion. “It’s plausible.”

“Barry, Barry, Barry. He’s old as hell, right? He probably wants to try the new booze!”

“Hal, my man!” Flash fist bumped Green Lantern, who came up. “You’re back! What happened to John?”

“Dunno. He got called somewhere that way,” Green Lantern waved a vague hand towards the left. “Had to deal with a politician or something from that area.” He shrugged, swinging an arm over Barry’s shoulders to put him in a headlock and stealing a chip.

“Huh. Anyways, would our mortal alcohol even work on a demi-god or something?”

“We should ask!” Hal turned towards Batman. “You should ask if he wants to go for a drink, spooky!”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s been around for more than a millennia, Bats.”

“Informational gathering, right, Hal?” Flashgot out of the headlock, quickly munching on his snacks to stop Green Lantern from stealing them.

“Totally. Yup.”

“…Fine.”

“Wait, are we just gonna ignore that Gotham’s waters are full of bodies?”

“Yes.”

——

“What?” Danny asked, mind half on the bags he’s dragging out of the water and the other half on the essay he has to submit in about four hours.

“Green Lantern wanted to invite you out for a drink.”

Danny turned to the stoic Gotham knight, who had his wrist computer out to log the bodies’ info the moment Danny gave him the information. Some of them even told Danny who murdered them, so Batman could start building cases with solid leads.

Danny’s only twenty. He’s not legal yet but he doesn’t want to give any clues to who he is. How is he supposed to…

Ah!

“Can’t.” Danny shrugged. “I’m not legal. I died when I was fourteen so…” Danny trailed off, speechless at the drowned puppy face Batman was giving him. What the fuck.

“Anyways, fork over my payment.”

Batman wordlessly hands him a wad of hundreds.

“What do you need cash for?” Batman suddenly asked.

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious?” Danny tucked it in. “Material things, obviously. I need a blanket,” because holy shit, Gotham is damn cold this time of year. “Anyways, see you same time next week, litterer.”

“I don’t litter.”

“Tell that to the batarangs I found under the water,” Danny grumbled. “But I’ll stop calling you that if you get a signature from Poison Ivy. I have a friend who loves her.”

“An alive friend?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?”

Danny snickered and disappeared. He’s gotta cram that essay.

——

“There’s a possibility Phantom might be homeless.”

“Batman, I mean this in the nicest way, but for the love of Atlantis, please stop giving me headaches. It’s time like these I wish I stayed a lighthouse keeper.”

[letoasai]

Will work for food

DP x DC An idea that's probably been done before but... here it is again.

~~

It was not an ideal setting for this. Out in the open, debris being their only cover. An unnatural storm closing in. The area had been evacuated but there was still no telling how many civilian eyes could be on them at this very moment. 

The League was scattered, making this current group a touch at odds while away from the majority of their normal teams. 

Batman stood with Red Robin, Flash, Superboy, and Raven. It wasn’t a bad lineup, but things were getting dicy. 

A monster had appeared, a creature foreign to most of them. With it came storms of all kinds, winds, hail, rain. It was a mess but there was nothing natural about it. The hail shattered the pavement. The winds were picking buildings up off their foundations. The blue lightning went without saying. The ice was changing the terrain. The temperature changes were disorienting to most of the heroes.  

Worse was the fact that this creature seemed to be able to duplicate itself, spreading the chaos out to a much wider area. They were having trouble even touching the thing let alone capturing it. 

“Are you sure about this?” Batman asked, a deep frown etched into his face as he watched Raven mark out a summoning circle. 

“It’s the only idea i have.” She said bluntly, shivering from the sudden chill. “That thing is not of this realm. We need something else not of this realm to subdue it.” 

“I hear what you’re saying but summoning a demon to deal with a demon still leaves us with a demon.” Flash said, seeing the flaw in this plan. 

“Unless you know this one personally or something.” Red Robin offered, his voice exhausted. 

“It’s not a demon.” Raven said, tone irritated but it wasn’t like any of them were having a good day. “Depending on how you want to look at it, it’s far worse than a demon. That thing came from the Infinite Realm.” 

Superboy just grunted once, watching her put the finishing touches on her spell circle. “You said that in a tone that said it was in capital letters. What’s the Infinite Realm?” 

“Bad news and something we shouldn’t freaking touch.” Raven answered swiftly. She stood, eyes going over her work. 

“Then what the hell are we doing?” Flash asked quickly, all of them tensed as the wind started to pick up again. If a hurricane was thrown at them, there was little they’d be able to do about it. 

“Raven.” Batman’s voice was serious. “You’re sure?” 

“It’s all i’ve got.” She repeated. “This is not a problem this realm was meant to handle on short notice. We need help.” 

There were several things in that one statement he didn’t like. “Who are you summoning?” 

Raven was looking rather pale herself. “The Ghost King. The King of the Infinite Realm. I’ve heard word that he can be bargained with so… we’re gonna give it a shot.” 

She didn’t wait for permission from anyone else to throw in their two cents on the matter. She threw her hands out, alien words no one else understood on her lips. The chant repeated and the summoning circle began to glow a green that the present Bats didn’t care for. 

It crept up the walls of the summoning circle in oddly pretty patterns before a gaping void opened on the ground. Silently, a figure rose into the circle from that same void. The king was smaller than they’d been imagining the last minute or two. He was human shaped and sized, a black crown floating several inches over his head. He was a wispy figure, face hidden by a large hood but there were strands of white hair floating around their shadowed face. He’d had nothing but a smoky looking tail when he’d first appeared but that had now split into solid looking legs. 

Given his size, he seems like a young adult, but it was hard to say for certain without seeing his face. 

“Woah.” Red Robin muttered, Superboy agreeing with the sentiment. 

“Heroes?” The Ghost King wondered, voice soft and lethargic. “Interesting.” 

Raven bowed her head in a show of respect. “Your Majesty. I apologize for the abrupt summons. We have a dire situation and are willing to make a deal for your help.” 

“A deal…” His voice echoed gently. He spoke as if raising his voice would shatter the very air around them. “That’s not something to choose lightly. What do you want from me?” 

Raven swallowed, her body rigid with nerves. She was almost relieved when Batman took over. 

“As i understand it, we have a being from your realm here in ours. We are underprepared to deal with such destruction and-” 

“Of my realm?” The King interrupted softly, head tipped a little as his attention turned to Batman. “Who?” 

Flash laughed nervously. “We’re not on a first name basis or anything but the guy seems to control the weather.” He pointed up and the sky above them was darkening the longer they spoke. 

The King made a noise like he’d clucked his tongue and it struck all of them as a very human kind of gesture despite his title. 

“I can handle that. Your deal?” 

Raven inhaled again, this obviously being the part she was dreading. “Blood, i have the blood of the Demon Lord Trigon-” 

“Pass.” 

That drew everyone up short. The others didn’t exactly understand the significance of Raven offering her blood but it clearly wasn’t something she’d expected to be declined so quickly. 

“My soul then….” Raven muttered. 

“Raven, no!” Superboy hissed. “The fuck!” 

Batman was also eyeing her unhappily. “Absolutely not. You are not Constantine.” 

Fortunately for the heroes, each of which was ready to revolt for such a barter, the Ghost King waved the thought away. 

“Nah.” He tugged on his hood a little and Batman realized he was likely brushing away one of those white strands of hair from his face. “That’s the thing about being the King of the Infinite Realm. Souls come to me one way or another in time. No need to preorder them.” 

Raven’s shoulders sagged, eyes shifting as she rapidly tried to think of something else she could offer. 

“What do you want?” Red Robin asked before anyone else could say something stupid. “You’re the one that’s going to fight this threat for us. What’s a good deal?” 

The King turned to him and stared. They could only assume he was contemplating his answer when he hummed quietly. “Food.” 

“Wha…” Flash muttered. 

The Ghost King just nodded. “Food from your realm. It’s been…a long time since i’ve eaten.” 

“Really? Like we could go grab you a burger and that would be cool?” Superboy asked, a touch suspicious, but the King just nodded.  

“Deal.” Raven said before anyone would make it worse. “A meal for returning this threat back to your realm.” 

The King nodded again, and each of them backed up several paces when the walls to the summoning circle broke apart and the King stepped out. For the briefest of moments he seemed to nearly stumble under the gravity of actually ‘walking’ but he got over it quickly enough. 

“Can we offer you any assistance?” Batman asked. 

The King shook his head. “No.” He wandered off towards the storm, the floating crown on top of his head seeming a little larger. He moved confidently and with purpose. “Oh Vortex…” He called, walking into the winds. 

He sounded young, but all of them agreed immediately that they never wanted to hear him beckoning them the same way. His tone was dangerous, and he walked right through a car that had been flung in his direction. 

“Cool.” Red Robin muttered. 

“Simmer down, Red.” Superboy muttered. All of them wanted to follow, but with the unstable weather and a literal Ghost King wandering about, staying out of the way felt like the best option. Of course that didn’t mean they weren’t dying of curiosity. 

Flash moved to stand beside Raven, making sure she wasn’t about to topple over because of the power it must have taken to summon a king from another dimension. “You good?” 

“Yeah.” she breathed out a sigh. “Honestly, this was an unforeseen best case scenario. You should really go get that food for him.” 

Batman moved to her otherside, hearing the voices over comms noticing a shift in what was happening. “You think it will be over that fast?” 

“Yes.” 

“Well-” Flash looked up at the sky that was rapidly clearing. “Yep. I’ll be right back.” He was gone in a blur but it was hard to believe a change was happening so quickly. 

“Has it even been a full minute?” Superboy asked. “I mean, damn…” 

“Someone better have been recording visuals.” Red Robin muttered. “We are absolutely missing something amazing.” 

“He’s the King of the infinite Realm.” Raven said. “It’s the realm that connects every other realm and it is as the name implies… infinite. He rules it. I don’t even think Trigon would dare mess with him.” 

Batman had his arms crossed, still listening to the amazed chatter over comms. “Should it be suspicious that all he wants is food?” 

“He made the deal.” Raven shrugged. “He could have asked for anything. Literally.” She stopped speaking when the hooded king returned. He was floating this time though only a foot or two off the ground. He didn’t look tired or dirty or anything. 

Just the same ethereal otherness he’d arrived with. “Done.” He announced. 

“What uh- happened to the guy?” Superboy asked, pointing vaguely at where the storm had been raging. 

The Ghost King just dug into his cape and pulled out…a thermos. “Souped him. He’s gonna have a little time out.” 

“Oh my god, i have so many questions.” Red Robin whispered. 

The thermos was put away and Batman was suppressing his own urge to ask a dozen questions over what just occurred. They’d been struggling with the Infinite creature for hours and countless lives had no doubt been altered. Clean up would take weeks if not months and this Ghost King handled it in minutes. 

“My food?” 

“On the way.” Raven said immediately. “Flash is one of the fastest men on the planet. He’ll be right back.” 

The King nodded and looked around before moving to a pile of bricks that had once been a fence. He sat down and waited, somehow looking regal among the wreckage. 

“So… I’m Red Robin.” Batman looked up again when his son was sliding closer to introduce himself. “Superboy, Raven, Batman.” He gestured and the King’s hood shifted as he followed Red Robin’s introduction of them. “Is there something we can call you or is your Majesty the most appropriate?” 

The Ghost King sat in silence for a moment before reaching up to lower his hood. The shadows that had hidden his face disappeared revealing a young man only a little older than Tim. Maybe around Jason’s age. His hair was indeed white, and was braided down the nape of his neck save for the tufts of hair that floated around his face. 

His skin was pale, and Batman thought it might have been gray or even blue in different light. His ears were pointed and his eyes were a haunting green. 

With the hood out of the way, the crown lowered to sit on his head. 

“Phantom.” He finally answered. “You can call me Phantom.” 

Raven bowed her head again and Red Robin beamed. “Thank you for helping us! We literally couldn’t have done it without you.”

Phantom nodded again but without his hood to shield him there was something shy about the action. 

The Flash reappeared in a cloud of dust, two bags of fast food in one hand and a collection of drinks under the other arm. “I got a little of everything!” He announced. “Got some burgers and some chicken nuggets and fries and onion rings. There’s one of those little apple pies in here somewhere too.

Phantom took the bags with a small smile and set them beside him so he could go through them. Superboy helped with the drinks, setting everything down so Phantom could have his pick. There were three different sodas, a lemonade, and a water. 

It wasn’t fancy and probably wasn’t a fair trade of a meal for his services but he didn’t seem disappointed. 

In a flash of rings made of light, Phantom transformed. The otherness of him was still there, but instead of a noble king of a realm, a young…very living human was in his place. Black hair instead of white was still braided down his neck and the strands around his face hung limp instead of floating. 

Those eerie green eyes were now blue but that– oddly enough– was not the most startling thing about his transformation. He wore a large hoodie and jeans but his feet were bare. 

His hands and feet were almost skeletal, and his face was gaunt and starved looking. His eyes were slightly sunken and his skin was a sickly kind of pale. 

He looked emaciated, but there was the smallest of smiles on his face when he ate one fry and then another. He took a sip from every drink offered to him and then took a bite out of the burger. 

They couldn’t help but stand there and watch, all of them transfixed over what they were seeing. 

Phantom took two more bites before wrapping up the rest of his burger and placing it back in the bag. 

“Not to your liking?” Flash asked, voice small. 

Phantom licked his fingers and shook his head. “No, it was good. I’m just full. I’ll take it with me and eat it later when i’m hungry again.” 

Batman could only imagine the size of his stomach. Stopping now was probably the healthiest thing he could have done if he wanted to keep the food down. He cleared his throat. “Are you alright?” 

“Mhmm.” Phantom nodded, the rings of light appearing again. He was back in his healthier looking ghostly form. That was an oxymoron, wasn’t it? A healthy ghost form… 

“You’re still alive.” Raven whispered, stuck in her shock. “The living shouldn’t… The Infinite Realm isn’t…” 

Phantom’s lips tipped up in a smile. “You’re right, but wrong. I’m both. I’m dead. I’m alive. I’m balance.” He paused for a moment. “I haven’t been in a living realm for a while… guess i’ve been neglecting that side of me. Thanks for the food, it was a good deal.” 

He was gathering up the bags he clearly planned to take with him. 

“You should come back.” Red Robin spat the words out, likely before giving them any real thought. “I’ll take you to lunch. I’ll take you like… all the time. I am not going to pretend to know what you have going on but… shit, Agent A would disown me if i did not offer to feed you.” 

Phantom looked cold briefly. “Agent… A…?” 

Red Robin winced, “Code name for my grandfather. He’s an amazing cook.” 

“Red Robin.” Batman scowled at him. 

“Oh, what? He’s gonna give you the look for you not being the one to offer.” Red Robin said unapologetically, but the explanation had Phantom softening again. “What do you say? Lunch? Do i have to summon you?” 

“Jesus, Red. Let him actually decline or accept.” Superboy was snickering. 

Phantom looked between them, the confusion on his face clearing up after a beat. A piece of paper appeared between his fingers. It had some kind of squiggle on it none of them could read at a glance. He handed it over to Red Robin. 

“Have that on you, say my name. I’ll find you.” Phantom said. “I should…eat again.” 

“We…appreciate you helping us.” Raven added quickly, determined that they make a good impression. 

Phantom’s look grew warmer again. “It was fun.” With his bags and drinks in his arms, he wandered back over to the summoning circle. “I don’t mind helping when the trouble is severe and you were right. This particular problem was mine to clean up. Sorry about him, by the way. Vortex is an asshole.” 

Superboy and Flash both snorted. “Thanks anyway.” 

Phantom nodded at them again, floating in the middle of the circle before his eyes glowed that bright, toxic green again. He slipped inside the void and disappeared as quickly as he arrived, the remains of the summoning circle erasing itself. 

“So… That happened.” Flash muttered, not sure how they were gonna put this in a report to the rest of the League members. Batman wasn’t so sure either. 

“I can’t believe you were just hitting on the Ghost King, Red.” Superboy laughed. “I mean… Lunches?”

“What?” 

Raven was on her phone. “I am already telling Nightwing.” 

“What!? Hey!” Red Robin was looking between them. “I wasn’t hitting on him. You leave Wing out of this!” 

“No way.” 

“You asked him on a date, man!” Superboy grinned. “All the titans are going to know about this in the next hour.” 

“You guys suck!” Red Robin growled, his face a flame. 

Batman just sighed. “There’s clean up to do. Get to work.” 

He definitely did not need to think about his son’s audacity, coming onto a King of an entire realm. Where did he even learn that kind of behavior?

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