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my marvel blog @prettypleasepeterparker

hello all!

i’ve started a marvel blog that is open for requests for the avengers, loki, peter parker and bucky barnes!!

ive started a peter parker series where the reader is an assassin who was trained in the red room, so go and check that out :)

red: peter parker (prologue)

please though, requests would help a lot!!

love you all <33

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hello darlings!! it seems tumblr has cleared my inbox… does anyone know why this happened or how to fix it? i don’t know where my requests have gone :( in the meantime, i’m just going to write some things that i enjoy writing, but if you know why this has happened please let me know!!

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love your fics! how about a smutty Cisco x Virgin reader, please :) :)

done! hope you like it! <3

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First Time // Cisco Ramon

Pairing: Cisco Ramon x reader

Summary: Y/N and Cisco have their first time.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2095

Requests: Closed

You had never done it before. It being sex. Which was quite embarrassing for you, even if it shouldn’t be. Your boyfriend Cisco had been extremely patient with you: the furthest you’d gone was only making out heavily on your apartment couch. You felt bad. You knew everyone has their needs and you knew Cisco would never pressure you into satisfying his, but you felt it was time. So, one night in your apartment, you initiated it yourself. “Hey, babe,” you said, standing up abruptly from the couch. Cisco walked through the apartment door with his computer bag and kissed you on the cheek, placing his keys down on the kitchen bench. You took a deep breath in and wandered up to Cisco. He turned around and flinched, seeing you right in front of him. “Is everything ok, kitten?” He said, cocking his head. You stood on your tip toes and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips which he reciprocated appreciatively. “I-” You paused briefly, then continued with newfound confidence.

“I’m ready.” You said, looking up to Cisco with lust blown eyes. His own brown ones widened considerably. “Are you absolutely sure?” He said, his hands finding yours. You reached up again to press your lips to his. “Definitely,” you mumbled against him, dragging him to your bedroom. You pushed him down onto the bed and playfully climbed on top of him. He managed to get his shirt off and you threw it to the side, placing kisses on his jaw. “Someone’s eager,” he chuckled, then flipped you over so he was on top. His mouth found yours and he flicked his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You allowed, letting him explore your mouth and you doing the same. His hand snaked up your shirt, respectfully landing on your stomach. You giggled against his lips. His mouth began trailing down your neck, making love bites. They emitted small gasps from you and he made his way back up to your lips. You pressed kisses to the corners of his lips and felt a squeeze underneath your left breast which brought you to the realisation that you had never really done this before.

“Cisco, wait,” you protested, putting a hand on his chest. Cisco frowned and took his hand out from under your shirt, placing it beside you on the bed.  “Is this okay? I know we haven’t done this before and I want you to be as okay with this as possible but if you don’t want to do it now then it’s totally fine. Don’t even worry about it.” Cisco smiled fondly at you, but your expression still read worried. You took your bottom lip between your teeth and nibbled it nervously. What if he didn’t want to do it with you after you told him you hadn't done it before? “Hey, what’s up?” Cisco murmured, taking hold of your hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb on your knuckles. “I-” You hesitated, then took a deep breath and shook off your doubts. “I’ve never done this before, Cisco. I’m a virgin.” You sighed, shutting your eyes. When you reopened them, he stared at you breathlessly, his eyes glittering. “Y/N-“ “It’s okay, if you don’t want to do it with me anymore,” you said hastily, trying to sit up on the bed. “No, no, no,” he reassured you, placing his hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you back down onto the mattress, “I’m really glad I get to be your first. That is, if you want me to be.” 

You nodded, and squeezed his hand. Cisco grinned lovingly and dipped his head down to press his lips against yours. You reciprocated softly, taking his face in your hands. His lips trailed down your face, placing light kisses on your jawline, chin, neck. “So, exactly how far have you gone with anyone before,” he murmured against your neck. “Just as much as I’ve done with you,” you hummed. He gave you a playful bite and you squealed, tangling your fingers in his hair. You tugged gently on his dark locks and he moaned; the sound was like music to your ears. Quickly, you pushed him off you once more. “Second thoughts?” He asked, frowning. “I’d say the opposite,” you winked, reaching to the hem of your shirt and pulling it off. You attempted to be sexy and seductive, but the neck hole got caught on your ear and you ended up having a wrestling match with your vintage Metallica shirt. Though, Cisco didn’t seem to mind as he watched you throw the tee to the side and unclip your bra. It fell loosely and was discarded with your shirt. 

Cisco’s eyes raked your torso, making you feel hot under his brown doe eyes. Your arms went to your chest and you began blushing furiously. He laughed and pulled your arms off you gently. “You’re so, so gorgeous,” he breathed out, “Remember that.” “I- thanks,” you smiled. He stared at you. Thinking he wanted you to return the compliment, you gestured wildly at his bare torso. “And you are so handsome.” Cisco laughed and pushed you back down onto the mattress. “You're cute when you’re flustered.” “Well, if I’m flustered, you’re excited,” you said softly, glancing suggestively at the tent in his pants. Cisco looked down at himself and smirked. “You’re about to be a hell of a lot more flustered soon.” His lips returned to your neck and he pressed his body against yours. You were acutely aware of his bulge against your heat and you rolled your hips upward eagerly. “Excited, huh,” he smiled, making love bites on your collarbone. You didn’t reply, only once again taking your bottom lip between your teeth, and feeling yourself getting damp through your panties.

Cisco’s mouth kept getting lower. His lips ghosted your breast and he glanced up at you for consent. You nodded frantically, urging him on. “Please,” you whined and you intertwine your fingers in his hair again. Cisco took your actions as a good sign and was all of a sudden taking your breast in his mouth, sucking on the soft skin. His hand went up to your other breast and massaged it gently. He was taking it slow and glanced up every now and then, making sure you were okay with the whole ordeal; you moaned in affirmation. His hands held your hips as he took your other breast in his mouth. He rolled your nipple between his teeth and you gasped. Not long after that, his lips moved lower. Kisses were pressed down your stomach, on your delicate hip bones, the outside of your thighs, then to your inner thigh. He licked small circles where your thigh met your hip. You felt a finger tugging at the hem of your panties and you took a glimpse of Cisco who was looking up at you again for affirmation. “May I?” He teased, but still waited for your nod. “Yes, please,” you took his hand in yours and slipped it under the thin cloth.

“You’re so wet for me, kitten,” he bit his lip and ran his fingers up and down your folds, “I must be incredibly sexy for you to get like this.” “Beginners luck,” you said breathlessly. Cisco shook his head and grinned at you, then slid your drenched panties down your legs. You shimmied out of them and they were on the floor in a second. The brown-haired male’s eyes swept your full naked form in all its glory, his fingers rubbing circles on your inner thigh. “Like what you see?” You taunt lightly, but you could still feel goosebumps rising on your skin. You bit your lip and follow Cisco’s gaze as it trailed from your heat to your chest to land on your face. “You’re nervous,” he remarked softly. You nodded in response. “Don’t worry,” he smiled up to you, “I’m gonna treat you really well, kitten. You’re gonna feel reeeeaally good.” His gentle smile was replaced with a cocksure grin. “And also, yes. I love what I see.” With his eyes on you, his head dipped down and licked a long stripe from the bottom of your heat to your clit. Your head dropped back and you let out a breathy moan. 

This was the first time anyone had been near these private parts of your body. You’d fantasized, sure, but this was different. Better. Cisco’s brown eyes saw your response and licked once more, teasing. He waited a few moments and looked at your pleading eyes staring back at him. “Cisco,” you whined, your muscles tense. He placed a chaste kiss to your clit and you whimpered. Cisco saw your reaction and knew teasing wasn’t getting him anywhere. You needed this. You had been waiting for so long and you were all of a sudden impatient. “Please, Cisco. I need you now.” Cisco complied and buried his face between your legs, licking and sucking vigorously at your sensitive heat. Your hand flew to his head, gripping onto his hair and the other hand clutching the headboard for support. The feeling was euphoric. You could already feel your first climax building up inside your stomach. Cisco’s mouth suctioned on your clit and pushed you over the edge. “Cisco!” You let out a cry and rolled your hips upwards into his mouth, letting your orgasm wash over you.

Cisco lapped up your pleasure and came up to kiss you gently. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. “You were so good,” you mumbled between kisses, “I feel so good.” Cisco flicked his tongue against your bottom lip and you giggled. “You’re wearing too many clothes for me to lose my virginity,” you teased lightly. Cisco jutted his chin out and peeled himself of you, then pushed his jeans down, his boxers coming down with them. His erection slapped up against his stomach. You took a sharp intake of breath at the girth of him and found yourself wondering if it would even fit. He noticed your wandering expression, and his eyes crinkled into a smile. “It’s okay if you’re having second thoughts,” he said sweetly. You shook your head. “I want this,” you said firmly, pulling at his hand. Cisco quickly rolled on a condom and climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself at your entrance. You bit your lip at the physical contact; you were already gone. 

“Kitten,” he rasped, “Are you ready?” You could feel his tip sliding up and down your dripping folds and you looked up to him. You pulled his face down to yours and pressed your lips to his in a meaningful kiss. “Yes, I’m ready,” you smiled at him. Cisco slowly entered himself into you. There was a dull, searing pain as he pushed himself into your core. Cisco distracted you by placing kisses to your neck and whispering in your ear: “It’s okay,” “I’m here,”. Slowly but surely he thrust into you, pausing when he was fully inside you. You let out a long breath and bit down onto his shoulder. “Do you want me to keep going,” Cisco said softly. You nodded frantically and gritted your teeth as he pulled out and thrust back into you. Soon the pain subsided and was replaced with pleasure. “Faster, please,” you moaned softly. Cisco complied, moving with a faster speed. You buried your face into the crook of his neck and groaned loudly. You could feel your second orgasm creeping up on you.

“Oh my god! I’m so close!” You threw your head back, Cisco consistently hitting your g-spot which you had just discovered you had. And it felt so good. “Yes, kitten,” he grunted, “Come with me.” You felt the knot tighten in your stomach and clutched the headboard behind you. “I’m coming!” You cried out, clamping your eyes shut. Cisco nodded frantically and felt your walls tighten around him. His thrusts began to become sloppy and his breaths heavy. You came together, his hot seed coming out into the condom and you gasping desperately, trying to control yourself. Cisco let you ride out your high, slowing his thrusts then pulling out of you. He slid off the condom and threw into a nearby trash can. He flopped down next to you on the bed, his panting breaths matching yours. “That was,” you said between breaths, “Incredible.” Cisco looked at you lovingly and left a lingering kiss on your lips. “I’m glad,” he mumbled.

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hey guys :)

im really struggling to finish some of these requests, its like my mind wont spit out the words. any writing tips on how to concentrate? send them to my inbox! <3

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Hi!! This isn’t a Drabble but an idea that I’ve had for a while! Feel free to totally delete this if it’s not your style! Maybe the reader has headphones in but is singing imagine by Ariana grande, doesn’t hear ~whoever~ (Cisco? Harry? Ralph? Sherloque?) come in and they listen to her and start IMAGINING things of their own? 😘😘 (the lyric that gets me is always “kiss me and take off your clothes”) thank you for listening to my ramblings omg

posted!! this was actually really fun to write, i kept switching the point of view. i tweaked it a tiny bit and made the character barry because i don’t have many of barry requests. thanks for the request lovely!! <3

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Imagine // Barry Allen

Pairing:  Barry Allen x reader

Summary: Based on Ariana Grande’s hit single ‘imagine’. Barry finds you singing along to your new favourite song and pleasuring yourself, and begins to imagine things of his own.

Warnings: Masturbation (male and female)

Word Count: 1693

Requests: Closed

Step up the two of us, nobody knows us, hop out the car like ‘Skrrt’.  

You hummed along to the song, absently scrolling through your phone. Ariana, the queen herself, had just released a new single and this was possibly your millionth time listening to it. It let you imagine things of your own - about a certain scarlet speedster. Not that you had a chance with the Barry Allen, so you let your fantasies live in your mind only. Nevertheless, you couldn’t get that boy out your head. Everything drew you in; the nice things – his kindness, how he took care of you, how he was easy to speak to - and the not so nice things – how he bit his lip when he concentrated, when he took off his shirt after a training session, how he looked at you darkly when you wear your tight dinner dresses. Your earphones were at the highest possible volume to try and drown out those thoughts, so you mumbled the lyrics under your breath and propped your feet up on your desk in the workshop. You let yourself dive into your mind, closing your eyes, procuring certain unholy scenarios with the Flash himself. As you saw him in your head, you dipped your hand down to the waistband of your shorts. 

Staying up all night, order me pad thai, then we gon’ sleep ‘til noon. 

Barry Allen walked through the concrete halls of STAR Labs, his mind wandering. He’d been sent to find you, to tell you that the others were going out for dinner and you could join if you choose. He’d volunteered in a heartbeat to be the one to offer it; he was rather infatuated by you. The way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, how you bantered easily with Cisco, and other, dirtier things. The way your hips swayed when you walked, how you held your tongue between your teeth when you were teasing, how you left little to the imagination when you turned up to dinner parties in those tight, tight dresses. It was hard for Barry not to imagine things of his own – but he supposed you didn’t like him, so he attempted to fan away the thoughts, like flies, and continue to find you. “Y/N!” He called out, only hearing the echo of his own voice until he reached the workshop entrance. As he began to round the corner, he heard noises and refrained from entering, simply listening. The first thing he heard was muffled music – someone was listening with headphones, but extremely loud – and the next was… someone moaning.

Me with no makeup, you in the bathtub, bubbles and bubbly. 

You had leant back considerably in the office chair, focusing all your thoughts on Barry, and slipped a hand up your shirt, tracing featherlight figure eights on your bare stomach. It helped to imagine that hand was his, and that thought fuelled you to find your bra strap and slipping it off your shoulder. You massaged your breast, occasionally flicking at your nipple and moaning. Finding the bra to get in the way, you twisted it around to you and nimbly unhooked it, discarding it on the workshop floor. Your hand served as an adequate substitute to Barry’s, and you deftly rubbed the tender flesh, then moving to the other breast. Your free hand clutched the edge of the chair to stop it from spinning around, you put a leg down from the table and placed it on the floor, grounding yourself. Eventually, your hand slipped out from under your t-shirt and moved further south, tapping lightly on your stomach and coming to rest on the waistband of your shorts. You stopped momentarily, doubtful, but remembered there was no one there, and you free to do what you wanted.

This is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular. 

Barry was there, waiting, listening. He decided to slowly peek inside of the workshop and was utterly taken aback by the sight. You, in all your glory, legs spread apart on one of the office chairs, touching yourself, ‘imagine’ by Ariana Grande still projected fuzzily from underneath your earphones. Barry froze and had to remind himself to breathe, but the sight of you so vulnerable was breathtaking for him. Millions of thoughts were clashing in his mind. You should leave! This is a breach of privacy, he thought. But she looks so good, another voice countered, and there’s nothing wrong with watching. She’s too deep in that song that’s looping over and over, she won’t turn around. So, Barry stayed, guiltily, and leaned against the desk at the door. You let out a breathy moan as you began to pull down the waistband of your shorts. Barry watched in anticipation, only to have you let it snap back up again. He felt a familiar tightness in his pants and groaned internally. He couldn’t go back to the others with this problem, so he simply pursed his lips and undid his belt.

Click-click-click and post, drip-drip-dripped in gold, quick-quick-quick let’s go.

Your hand had a mind of its own, tracing your waistband and not letting you get to what really mattered, but it fuelled you further. You could see Barry in your mind, on top of you, teasing you. You almost felt guilty for imagining him like this. A breach of privacy, a voice in your mind said. But he won’t find out, a different voice offered, he will never find out. Easy. Just relax and feel his fingers on your skin. Surreptitiously, you obeyed running your fingers lightly over the crotch of your shorts. Finally, you pushed forward and took control, allowing yourself to slip you hand under the waistband of your shorts and gently palming yourself over your panties. You were already wet, all your nerves buzzing with electricity, and you felt you were going to burst. The friction caused to you to whimper slightly, but you didn’t let yourself go any further. You needed the build-up, and your shorts were getting in the way. You reluctantly took your leg off your table and stood up, shimmying out of your shorts and tossing them next to your bra.

Kiss me and take off your clothes. 

Barry was shocked out of his lust at your sudden movement and sped out of the room, making no noise. You still had your headphones in, but he was still hyperaware of every movement you made. His rush to leave sent a paper flying off a desk and you turned to look, frowning. Barry watched you from the entrance, your pause feeling like hours, and was relieved to see you turn back and sit down, readjusting to get back in your original position. He did the same, moving slowly back to where he stood a few seconds earlier. He moved his hand down to his crotch, gently palming himself through his jeans. He closed his eyes, thinking: This hand isn’t mine. This hand is Y/N’s. And she is so good. That voice pushed him further and he caught his lower lip between his teeth, teasing himself by pleasuring for moments at a time. He quickly became impatient and unzipped his jeans, dropping them just so his tight – now specifically – boxers were in view. Your purrs from your corner of the room sent blood to Barry’s already hard length, and he pulled it out of his boxer, it slapping against his stomach.

Imagine a world like that. 

Your hands pulled your panties aside and teased along your folds, being featherlight so as to tease yourself. Barry’s hands, Barry’s hand, you kept chanting in your head. Swiftly, you pushed your panties down your legs and kicked them off, allowing yourself better access to what needed the most attention. The cold air on your heat caused you to shiver and goosebumps rose on your skin. Your thumb found your clit, and began rubbing the sensitive nub in circles. Your head lolled back gently as you pressed your fingers to yourself, fingers floating deftly over your drenched folds. You spread your legs even further apart and slipped a finger into your core. The cold flesh of your finger made you hiss, but pushed you further to your climax. Not long after, you thrust another finger into you, pumping in and out. You rolled your hips against your fingers, trying to imagine it was Barry filling you up. As you got closer to your high, you were hyper-focused on everything – the music playing on repeat in your ears, your fingers – Barry’s fingers – delving deep inside you, the pad of your thumb busy on your clit.

We go up ‘til I’m asleep on your chest, love how my face fits so good in your neck.

Barry was in a trance. Your moans and whimpers only gave him more reason to fix his problem. His hand found his length, holding it in his hand and feeling it swell to life at your sinful noises. After making sure you couldn’t possibly see or hear him, he began to make slow, long strokes along his length, breathing heavily at the sudden contact. He flicked his thumb over his slit, it already leaking with precum. He gave himself permission to make noises and let out a long drawn out groan he’d been holding in for the majority of that rendezvous. Finally, he wrapped his hands around his cock and moved it up and down, maintaining a pressure balance to make it feel even better. Not my hands, Y/N’s mouth, he told himself. Not being able to take the teasing, Barry began pumping his length with vigour as he saw you were reaching your climax. His threw his head back and clenched his jaw, feeling the beast in his stomach coming to life. He kept thinking of you and had to stifle moaning your name. He was so close, so close to his climax, but you were gonna get to yours before him. He watched as you let out one last cry and heard a single word leaving your lips like a prayer. 

“Barry…” 

Why can’t you imagine a world like that?

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hey so uhhh

I've been kind of reading a lot of harry potter characters fanfic lately so would you guys be ok with me experimenting with writing some of those fics? i would still write for the flash of course

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Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a 100, 99, and 97 for Cisco?? Thanks♡♡(I don't even know if this is the right thing I've never used the ask box before)

yep! you’re in the right place <3

97 - This can be our dirty little secret.

99 - Come say that to my face.

100 - Prove it.

“I’m daring. I don’t care what you say.” Cisco shook his head at you and looked frustrated. You chuckled and took a sip of the champagne that had just been delivered to the table by a waiter. Team Flash had decided to have a celebratory dinner out to commemorate all your achievements. “Oh, you think you’re daring?” Cisco nodded vigorously. “Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows and took a breadstick from the basket in the middle of the table. “Prove it,” you challenged. Cisco jutted his chin out and downed his champagne in one gulp. You snickered, thinking drinking that alcohol was his way of showing he was daring, and turned back to the conversation Caitlin and Barry were having about the upcoming wedding. “So what dress is Iris wearing?” You chimed in, with your head propped up on your hands. “Well, I wasn’t supposed to see it, but I did. And it’s stunning! It has white l-” Whatever Barry was saying was instantly blurred out of your mind as you felt a hand on your thigh. Your eyes widened and you sat up straight in your chair, feeling Cisco’s satisfaction at your response. 

His hand sidled slowly up your leg, pushed your dress up and started rubbing softly on your inner thigh. “Y/N? You alright?” Caitlin asked, furrowing her eyebrows. “No - yes! I’m great, totally fantastic,” you sputtered, feeling Cisco pinch your thigh gently. Caitlin looked dubious, but didn’t probe any further. You turned slowly to Cisco, narrowing your eyes angrily. “What on god’s green earth do you think you’re doing, Francisco?” You said through gritted teeth. Cisco bit his tongue and stifled a laugh. “Proving myself. Proving that you’re the little slut I know you are.” “Come say that to my face,” you seethed and glared at him but your core was growing uncomfortably hot and was in desperate need of attention. Luckily, Cisco’s fingers danced across your soft skin, finally reaching the crease where your hip met your thigh. He moved his hand over an inch and began rubbing your core over your panties. You shut your eyes and stifled your moan in a sip of champagne. Cisco, seeing your reaction, moved your panties to the side and ran his finger up your slicked folds, then entered a digit into you swiftly. 

You let out a groan - the rest of Team Flash looked at you confusedly, so you masked the noise as a cough. “Cisco,” you growled, “Knock it off.” Cisco pretended to ponder, then shook his head, pushing another finger into you. You clenched your jaw and it took all your strength not to push your hips against his fingers. He began pumping them in and out of you whilst remaining a steady conversation with Harry. You muffled a whimper with yet another cough and felt yourself slowly reaching a high. You closed your eyes and focused on his fingers, moving in and out of you, his thumb rubbing on your clit, and the knot building up in your stomach, you were so close, so close... Cisco pulled his fingers out just as you were reaching your climax and you snapped your head to him, feeling empty and irritated. “What the fuck?” You hissed. Cisco reached his fingers up to his mouth innocently, sucked his fingers clean, and winked. “This can be our dirty little secret.”

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FMK Barry, Harry, Cisco

oh lord i think i’ll marry cisco, the lil bean. he’d be so cute. mm do the frickle frackle with harry because who would turn down a wells!! then kiss my lil barr!! <3

send me fmks!

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Harry, HR, Sherloque

you’re killing me! uhh marry HR, fuck sherloque because speaking french is a huge turn on and kiss HR, my sweet baby!! <3

send me fmks!

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FMK: Eobard, Harry, HR

oh my wells!! this was so hard but fuck harry because i feel like he’s always stressed and i could relieve his tension ;) marry HR because he’s such a sweetie and kiss eobard all over his stupid lil face <3

send me fmks!

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send me fmks <3

im about to get started heaps of fic requests that are sitting in my inbox, sorry for the wait!! while im writing, send me fuck marry kiss for the flash characters!!

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Take off your shirt. Cisco Ramon smut?

38 - Take off your shirt.

Cisco stared at you from the other side of the Cortex, his legs spread and biting down on a pen. “Hey, Caitlin,” you said, not taking your eyes off Cisco, “Can we finish this conversation later?” Caitlin, whom you were talking to about Barry’s suit adjustments, nodded amiably and wandered off to chat to Iris. You turned your gaze back to Cisco who was looking at you darkly. You narrowed your eyes and walked up to him with an amused expression on your face. “Apodyopsis,” you stated, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. Cisco cocked his head and appeared confused. “Excuse me?” He asked. “The act of mentally undressing someone,” you elaborated, and realisation bloomed on his face. “Guilty as charged,” Cisco shrugged. You rolled your eyes and put your hands on either arm of the chair he was sitting on. “Well, maybe you should man up and do the real thing,” you whispered to him.

Cisco swore under his breath and stood up to meet you, him being only a couple inches taller than you. “My thoughts exactly,” he grinned, picking you up bridal style and walking you to the concrete hall outside the Cortex. He created a breach and dived through with you still in his arms and you both reappeared in your shared bedroom. “Take off your shirt.” He commanded, and you raised an eyebrow. “So demanding.” Cisco narrowed his eyes and created another breach in front of you, and your clothes and his were sucked in. “Did you just leave our clothes on the other side of the breach?” You laughed giddily, and Cisco shrugged in response, laying you down on the bed. “So, I need to be back at STAR Labs soon-” “Then let’s be quick,” Cisco reassured you, placing feather-light kisses up your neck and lining himself up at your entrance. He slowly thrust into you, giving you time to adjust to his girth. You let out a breathy moan and pushed your self against him.

Cisco began to ram into you at a steady pace, your wetness an adequate substitute to lube. You put your hands back to clutch the headboard to steady yourself from falling off the bed, though you still shook with each thrust. It didn’t take long for the both of you to reach your climax. “Cum with me,” Cisco groaned lowly, and you obeyed, holding out until he made a guttural sound and spilled his hot seed into you. Your walls clenched around him and you let out a whine, then reached your high. You rolled your hips against Cisco and his thrusting became sloppy as he rode out his high. He pulled out slowly and fell onto the bed next to you, breathing heavily. “You know we have to be back at STAR Labs, like, now,” you said absently, flipping over and laying your head on Cisco’s chest. “No, let’s stay here,” he pouted. You giggled and closed your eyes. “Anything for you, my love.”

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Maybe #97 and some smutty Harry?? He’s holed up in his lab and the reader comes to help him relieve some tension..? 😏( maybe starting with sucking him off under his desk while he’s trying to work? )

97 - This can be our dirty little secret.

You found Harry sitting at his desk, muttering to himself and flicking through papers. His shoulders were hunched and the muscles rippling in his back looked tense. Lucky for him, you were in the mood for relieving some tension; plus, you had the perfect plan. You slinked through the doorway and padded carefully over to him. He took very little notice of you, only mumbling a quick greeting, so unbeknownst to the scientist, you slipped under the desk and put a hand on his crotch. His reaction was instant; back straight and a familiar tightness in his jeans. You smirked evilly and began flicking the zipper, but Harry wasn’t in the mood. A deep growl came from above the desk and you knew it was him saying, “Keep going, but faster this time.” 

You hurriedly undid his jeans, pulled down his boxers and released his throbbing erection. It slapped against his stomach and looked bigger than ever. You began stroking it with your hand and you heard low groans from the scientist above you. He spread his legs, giving you more indication to keep going, so you wrapped your full hand around his length and started pumping it. Harry groaned loudly, helping you by rolling his hips into your hand. You moved further forward on your knees and flicked your tongue over the precum that was on the tip. “Suck,” Harry finally spoke from on his chair and you greedily obeyed, taking his length into your mouth. You obtained a steady pace, your head bobbing up and down, eliciting guttural noises from Harry. His hand went to your head and helped you out, clutching your hair. 

You pushed your head down onto him until his length reached the back of your throat and you made a slight choking sound. You went faster, one hand holding the base of his cock and the other massaged his balls. “I’m so close,” Harry growled, pushing his hips up to meet your mouth. At his words, you pushed yourself further. Harry let out a carnal cry, then reached his climax. He came into your mouth and you swallowed the salty seed. You pulled your mouth off, then pumped his length with your hand to let him ride out his high. After his heavy breathing ceased, you slipped out from under the desk and looked sultrily at Harry. “You looked stressed,” you purred, “I thought I’d help you out.” Harry stood up, rounded the desk and looked down at you darkly. "What if the others find out?” “This can be our dirty little secret.” You put your hand onto his chest. Harry nodded and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Mind if I return the favour?”

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2, 9, 45 with Cisco idmf you are still taking request. Thank you. :)

2 - Can you shut up for five minutes, please?

9 - I’m an artist.

45 - I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you.

“Y/N, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” Cisco exclaimed as he stormed in the cortex to find you filling water balloons with multicoloured paint. “Don’t ask, I’ve already tried,” Harry sighed from a far away desk, “I moved away from the warzone.” “Can you shut up for five minutes, please?” You snapped at him, then turned to Cisco and smiled sweetly. “Honey, come look.” Cisco walked slowly over to you with a worried look on his face. With paint-stained hands, you pointed at a large white canvas that stood in front of you. “So, I get one of these balloons-” you picked up one filled with lime green paint- “and do this.” You ditched the water balloon at the canvas and it burst, making a Jackson Pollock-like splatter. “See,” you turned to Cisco and smiled brightly. Cisco raised an eyebrow, looking dubious. “Don’t you think it’s a bit dangerous? That could easily break with how hard you’re throwing it,” he chuckled gently. You pouted. “Shhh, I’m an artist.” 

“You’re an idiot,” Cisco grinned. “Hear, hear,” Harry yelled out from the corner. You rolled your eyes playfully and picked up another balloon - pink, this time - and threw it at the canvas, which shook. Cisco ran to the pink and green canvas and held onto it until it steadied, then look at you emphatically. “It’s gonna break,” Cisco said in a sing-song voice. You shook your head and made a, “Pfft,” sound. “No, it’s not,” you reassured him “In fact, I’m gonna throw two balloons.” Cisco made a strangled sound and put his head in his hands. “Don’t look so worried, it’s definitely not gonna break. Colour suggestions?” You asked him lightly, with all the confidence in the world. “Blue and red,” Cisco’s muffled voice came from his hands. 

“Do you wanna join in?” You drawled, collecting the balloons from the table. Cisco looked up slowly and gave you a reluctant grin. “Why not.” You beamed and passed him a balloon, which he handled like it was a baby. “Ok, on three,” you dragged him over to the canvas, “One, two, three!” It happened in slow motion; the balloons left your hand, hit the canvas and burst into vivid colour, the canvas ripped in the middle, and the paint splattered on the STAR Labs wall behind it. Your eyes widened and you slapped your hand over your mouth. “I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you.” Cisco began pacing but you just burst into peals of laughter. “What happened!” Caitlin wandered into STAR Labs and her eyes were drawn to the colourful mess on the wall. You pointed at Cisco. “It was his fault!”

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51 & 75 for Harry pleaseeeee

51 - I like proving you wrong.

75 - Delete it. Now.

“Thank you, next. I’m so fucking grateful for my ex’s!” You sang along to the speaker in your bathroom, feeling the boiling water crash down on your skin. The song was overplayed, but catchy. And right then in the shower, it felt like God herself was singing it to you. You ran a hand through your hair and shampoo bubbles ran down your bare body just as Ariana sung, “I know they say I move on too fast, but this one gon’ last.” You hummed along to the final chorus and leaned down to squirt some rose scented body wash into your palm, then smoothed it all over your body. “She taught me love, she taught me patience,” you chanted loudly. The last step of your shower routine was face cream, so you clutched the hard plastic tube and familiar tea-green exfoliating lotion squeezed out onto your hand. 

You hummed to the tune and quickly moisturized your face, washed it off, and sung the last notes of the song dramatically. Shaking your hair out, you turned off the tap and opened the shower curtain. “WHAT THE FUCK!” You yelled, seizing the curtain and attempting to cover your bare body. In front of you stood a smug Harry with a mobile phone held up in his hands. “Were you videoing me?” You said, furrowing your eyebrows angrily. Harry shrugged nonchalantly. “Could have been.” You threw your head back and groaned in irritation. “Why? Don’t want your singing on the internet,” he snickered, running a hand through his black floofy hair. Your head snapped to him. “Are you fucking kidding me, you fool?” You pterodactyl screeched at him, “I couldn’t give a shit that I was singing. The point is I WAS FUCKING NAKED!” 

Harry let out a deep laugh and as he did, you narrowed your eyes and made a snatch for the phone, but his reflexes were better than yours. He winked at you. You jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, making sure not to reveal yourself to the irritatingly handsome Earth 2 scientist. “Delete it. Now.” You growled, trying again to grab it out of your hands. “What do I get out of it?” Harry teased. You took a deep breath, rolling your eyes. “I’ll drop my towel right now,” you sighed, looking him dead in the eye. Harry raised his eyebrows and licked his lips slowly. “But I need to see it deleted first,” you added quickly. “How do I know you won’t just run out of here?” He asked. You shrugged. “I like proving you wrong.” Harry tossed up the choices then held up the phone to you and displayed him deleting the video off his phone. “And out of the recently deleted album too, I’m not a fucking idiot.” 

Harry rolled his eyes and quickly deleted it from there as well. You held out your hand and he placed the phone on it; you quickly searched the device for any traces of the video, then reluctantly handed it back to him. “I held up my end of the deal,” he smirked and looked you up and down, “Now time for yours.” Staring him dead in the eye, you took a deep breath and dropped your towel. Harry and you both took a sharp intake of air, and you could feel his gaze darting to every inch of your body. You quickly felt hot under his eyes and wondered if you should have done this, because you were getting a bit ‘excited’. Harry took his bottom lip in his teeth and his gaze trailed back to meet your eyes. “You’re gorgeous,” he said softly, his eyes clouded with lust. You walked over to him, fully naked, and put your hands on his shoulders. Leaning up to his ear, you whispered. “Why don’t we go jump back in the shower so I can get wet again.”