Lord, grant me the strength to throw away this box that i'll never use, the courage to throw away this box that i'll never use, and the wisdom to throw away this box that i'll never use
wally west x gn!reader, oblivious!reader, a bit of insecurity, miscommunication, fluff
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inspired by that one tiktok trend except this isnât a prankâŚreaderâs just oblivious and they didnât talk it out
Wally's apartment is dim. The light emanating from the TV bathes his face in all sorts of colors. From the corner of your eye, you've been admiring him. Blues, reds, and pinks flash over his face. It doesnât matter where you are or what you're doing, Wally always has a way of grabbing your attention.
It's been five months of knowing him, and theyâve been the best months of your life. Seeing him like this, unguarded and relaxed, while he watches Star Wars with you.Â
Well, it makes you want more: his mornings, his nights, the lingering kisses. You want to take it all in and lock it up in your heart.
Itâs that warm feeling in your chest that has you calling out his name. His head, which had been on your shoulder, lifts. His green eyes find yours like itâs second nature.
"Hmm?" he hums, his voice softer than the TVâs loud blaring.
"Can we be exclusive?" you ask, your heart thudding painfully against your chest. You want this, but does he? Wallyâs a busy guy. A hero. Does he really want to make it official with someone like you?
You donât have much time to let your insecurities spiral, because you swear you feel him vibrate at the question. His body turns toward you. His hand on your thigh tightens, though never enough to hurt.
"Exclusive?!" he whispers, shouting.
The clash of lightsabers on the TV drags your attention away for a moment. On screen, Anakin and Obi-Wan circle each other, voices rising. You mouth the lines under your breath, word for word.
"Hey!" Wally calls, his finger poking your cheek. "Arenât we already exclusive?!"
Were you? You guys never really talked about it.
"NoâŚ" You trail off, eyes flickering between him and the movie.
"Honey, sweetie, weâre dating."
"Yeah, but are we exclusive?"
His leg bounces up and down. "Yes!" He grabs your shoulders. "You thought I was cheating on you," he mutters, almost hysterically.
"No? Because we werenât excluâ"
"Nope. Stop saying that word." He covers your mouth with his hand. Then, as if he realizes something, his lips part. "Youâhave you been cheating on me?!" he asks, words starting to trip over each other.
Slowly, you shake your head. "No, because it wouldnât be cheating." Your voice is muffled by his hand.
"My love," he says slowly, pulling his hand away. The way heâs looking at you right now, like heâd speed away to punch whoever youâre hypothetically talking to, sends shivers down your back.
"Youâre the only one Iâve been talking to," you amend, choosing to put him out of his misery. Your lips curl up.
A long exhale leaves him, and his forehead falls against yours. "Iâm your boyfriend, you idiot," he whispers lovingly, his eyes flickering to your lips.
His scent is all around you. With how much the two of you hang out, youâre sure it clings to your clothes, your body. It's a part of him that always makes you feel safe.
"Iâd like that," you reply quietly, still trying to wrap your head around it.
"No," he mumbles, his lips closer to yours now. "stop acting like this is new," he complains.
You donât argue. His lips press against yours in a slow, sweet kiss. And that's the only proof you need to know that you're hisÂ
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cloud comes off as rather nonchalant to most, besides those close to him, but itâs still rare to see him show much emotion. youâre one of the only ones who can really pull it from him.
like right now. you werenât doing anything particularly sultry, just laying in bed in a silk nightgown, bathed in warm lamplight whilst reading a book. a regular night for you.
but when cloud came in after his shower, his eyes widened slightly.
you just looked so⌠comfortable. and beautiful. and your skin was so smooth, your hair falling perfectly against the pillow⌠his head was flooded with thoughts of nothing but you.
you glanced up from your book, blinking a few times. âbaby..?â your voice is soft. âeverything okay?â
âah- yeah.â cloud murmured, closing the remaining distance between where he stood and the bed. he crawled across the sheets over to you, gently taking your book from your hands and setting it down.
he looked at you with those soft blue eyes, a silent request for attention.
you hum softly, taking the hint, and shifting to accommodate for him. he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your warm chest, feeling the silk of your nightgown against his skin.
âtired?â you ask softly, a little confused as to his sudden neediness.
âa little.â he muttered into your skin, inhaling your scent like a drug. you wanted to tease him like you usually would for being this clingy, but you didnât.
you just cradled the back of his head with one hand, fingers sliding through his slightly damp blonde locks.
he reached over you and shut off the bedside lamp, letting out a soft huff into your skin as he pulled you impossibly closer, limbs tangling with yours underneath the sheets.
moments like these were rare with him. he wasnât a fan of affection, even in private, but when it came to you⌠he could make exceptions.
||a/n: this is gonna flop bc nobody likes ffvii on tumblr but hey itâs okay my flop era is lowkey serving
You think the one bed trope is unrealistic. so naturally wally proves you wrong | cw: wally west x gn!reader, kinda suggestive
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"Wally, no." You glare at the redhead.
"Wally, yes," he retorts with an infuriating grin. He's lying on the only bed the two of you have because he "accidentally" booked a room with one queen sized bed.
He isn't an idiot. He knew exactly what he was doing. And this is the result of a brief comment you'd made.
"If you're trying to prove a point, it's a really shitty point."
"Hey, now, you started it," he grins, cracking open your bookâ the one you said was stupid because the one bed trope isn't all that realistic.
"Why do you even care so much?" you ask, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes dart to you, brows furrowing as if the distance bothers him.
"Maybe I just wanted to sleep with you," he says, like itâs the most casual thing in the world.Â
"For research purposes," he adds as an afterthought when he sees your eyes widen.
Ignoring the warmth rising to your cheeks, you grab a pillow and place it smack dab in the middle.
"Come on, Iâm not the worst guy to sleep with," he jokes. His fingers tap relentlessly against his thigh, almost blurring from the speed as he waits for you to speak.
Your eyes roam over his face, stalling at his lips for just a moment. But Wally notices. Of course he does. He rarely misses anything when it comes to you.
"I never said that," you say weakly. Itâs getting harder and harder to breathe normally with the way heâs looking at you.
He opens his mouth. Immediately, you grab the pillow and push it over his face, not hard, but enough to muffle his voice.
"Whatâre you doing, babe?" he asks, voice faint. You can still hear the amusement in that cursed pet name.
"Silencing your horrible takes and even worse attempts at flirting."
"Oh, you wanna see me flirt?" he teases. His hand wraps around your wrist, thumb brushing over your pulse point, making your heart stutter.
"Wally," you warn.
He easily peels the pillow off and tugs you closer until you're practically on top of him, your face so close you can see every freckle. His hands settle on your hips, keeping you there.
"Say my name like that again, pretty please?"
Heâs smiling. Youâre glaring. Itâs how this game always goes.
Except this time, your defenses are crumbling from the proximity.
But you refuse to admit defeat so soon.
"Stop playing with me." You wiggle in his hold.
"Not playing, baby. Iâm proving a point, and going after what I want," he says easily, as if that isnât a confession. âshooting two birds with one arrow.â
You blink. âthatâs not how the saying goes. itâs with one stone.â
âwell stones are boring.â
âand arrows are cooler?â you raise a brow.
"Not the point. just admit i was right about the one bed," he nudges. His green eyes are so earnest, so alive. Itâs jarring to have someone look at you like that.
"Fine⌠just stop beingâŚ" Your throat goes dry, and you lick your lips. "âŚlike this."
"Like what?" Heâs staring at your lips now. Your fingers curl into his shirt.
His nose bumps against yours. Every single thought flies out of your head.
"What?" you whisper.
He chuckles, eyes crinkling. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you into a hug. "And you said this shit wouldnât work," he whispers, smiling like youâre both in on some secret.
It steals your breath away, just like everything else he does.
"Well," you swallow, your voice softer now, "maybe weâre the exception."
He kisses your cheek. "Hell yeah, we are," he whispers.
wally west needs to have his hands on you at all times.
if youâre wearing any kind of jewellery, he needs to be playing with it, especially if itâs dangly. no matter if itâs earrings, necklaces, your rings, bracelets or even your piercings, heâll be constantly fidgeting with them. his hand will be right in your face, but you donât mind anymore, already used to it.
if youâre sitting next to him, his hands will somehow always end up on your thighs, drawing little patterns with his fingers, squeezing the skin, repeatedly patting it. he doesnât even mean to start anything, itâs just his way of being close to you.
and if itâs not your thighs, heâll be holding your hand. youâre having a conversation with your friends and heâs mindlessly playing with your fingers, pulling at them, twisting them, interlacing them with his.
he loves tickling you, not only does he get to have his hands all over you but also to hear those sweet giggles of yours. he always takes advantage of his superspeed and has you laughing until your ribs ache.
heâs constantly doing stuff like randomly squeezing your cheeks, ruffling your hair (and taking the time to comb it right back into place when you complain about it) and smacking your ass whenever the opportunity presents itself.
đৠi genuinely believe wally would 100% be like this ughhgghgh iâm in love with him
âhey, sweetheart.â you flinched the moment you heard your boyfriendâs voice and felt his arms wrapping around your shoulders from behind, too focused on the monitor in front of you, mindlessly typing into the keyboard and occasionally opening and closing tabs, in your best attempt to finish your work as soon as possible and finally get some rest. âsorry, did i scare you?â his eyebrows furrowed, a hint of concern in his voice.
âitâs ok, i just didnât hear you coming.â you brushed off, trying to keep your focus on your task.
he glanced at your screen for a moment and moved around your desk chair to reach your face, laying a peck on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. âhowâre you doing?â he nodded at what you were still typing. âitâs pretty late already.â
âyeah, but iâve still got some more to go.â you mumbled your response and let out a tired sigh.
wally just hummed in acknowledgment, not too happy with the answer. he knew youâd been sitting there for hours, overworking yourself, and only wanted you to take a rest. he tightened his arms around you, his chest pressed to the back of your chair. âyou want some water?â
âiâm ok, wal. you can go.â
he let out a huff in annoyance, still not satisfied. he didnât want you doing this to yourself, and maybe he needed your attention too.
âyou sure?â he tried again in a lower voice, softer. nuzzling his nose in your hair and placing another peck to your temple. you instantly melted at his touch and leaned into it, but just as your fingers were about to find his hair, he disappeared to the opposite side, now planting small kisses all over the skin of your neck that youâd exposed to him the moment you tilted your head.
âwally! donât do that.â
âsorry, babe.â he kissed your cheek again in apology. this one bigger, sloppier. âsaw an opening.â you could practically hear his stupid grin in his voice and you both giggled. his lips found your neck again, leaving open mouthed kisses all over it, and you let out a sigh of pleasure, finally tangling your fingers in his hair, keeping him pressed against you despite your previous words. he groaned at the feeling of your nails on his scalp and nipped your skin in return. âbabe, letâs go to bed.â he spoke between kisses, his voice muffled against you. his hands started wandering over your body, moving up and down your sides.
âi canât.â your voice was much softer now, soothed by his love. âiâve got to finish this.â
he whined at your response, loud and obnoxious, and you rolled your eyes at his brat-like behaviour. âyouâve been working for too long and itâs too late now. you can finish tomorrow.â you could hear the pout in his words. he continued his lipsâ assault on your your jaw and all over your face, his hands now moving to your thighs, kneading the plush skin there, hoping to convince you with his caresses and his kisses.
âbaby, if i stop now thereâs no way i can pick up tomorrow.â you insisted even though whatever you were typing before had been long forgotten now.
he whined again in annoyance, louder this time, and hid his face in the crook of your neck. his hands were now moving to your inner thighs, long fingers drawing gentle circles against your skin. he didnât want to leave a single part of you unattended while he was there.
it didnât really mean much, but the entire situation had been working you up, so the moment you felt him inching closer your breath hitched, sending heat directly into your core. âwal, donât do thatâŚâ you mumbled.
he immediately lifted his head again, suddenly interested as he heard the slight tremble in your voice. his eyes bored into yours, taking in your current state, and his face lit up, a big grin showing up. âdo what, babe?â
you huffed in annoyance. it was worse now that heâd figured it out, his movements calculated, teasing, his fingers knowing exactly what to do to get you where he wanted. âyou know what.â
he hummed in amusement, his hands getting closer and closer to you. âwhy not? you need to relax.â he pressed another kiss to your cheek, which felt like he was making fun of you more than anything.
âi donât have time for it.â
he snickered at your words. âcâmon. donât you know why they call me âthe fastest man aliveâ?â
you thought that was the corniest shit youâd ever heard, but before you could complain âor make fun of himâ, his lips were on yours and his hands slipped into your panties, barely moving, drawing very slow circles to your now aching clit.
he broke the kiss so he could watch your expression and bit his lip when he saw the way your eyebrows furrowed and the breath you let out at the pleasure of only his fingers. his girl getting all worked up at his touch would always be the hottest sight to him. âmm? that feel good, baby?â he pressed a kiss to your brow.
you only nodded in response. despite what youâd told him earlier, youâd been waiting for this moment all day, thinking about your boyfriendâs hands all over you, and you finally had the relief of his touch.
he took your answer as encouragement to pick up the pace. you let out a gasp and threw your head back at the sensation, and wallyâs lips where once again latching to your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin. you pulled your shorts and panties down with one hand to give him better access to you and he let out a groan at the sight of your pussy, you could swear that whatever pleasure this was giving you it was doing the same for him.
âfuck, baby, youâre so pretty.â he breathed out. he noticed your hips grinding upwards in an attempt to better meet his touch, and without any warning, two fingers went past your folds and into your soaking cunt at the same time that his thumb started vibrating against your clit. his free hand moved to cup your breast and you couldnât help the moan you let out at the overstimulation, earning you a pleased hum from him against your throat. âsee, babe? i told you itâd be good. you feel better, hm?â
he squeezed your breast once and his fingers kept moving in and out of you, occasionally vibrating them just right and curling them to hit that particular spot that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. your legs were closing around his hand and he knew you were getting closer, it never took too long with his powers. heâd usually try to delay your orgasm for as long as he could, but it was true that he was keeping you from working already.
so he kept vibrating the digits against your spongy walls even faster than before, drawing out whimpers and gasps from you. he nipped at your jawline before speaking against your face. âgo on, sweetheart, cum for me. please?â
and, as if on cue, you did just as he asked, your cunt clenching around his fingers just before coating them fully in your juices. he kept moving just for a bit longer before he kneeled down next to you, looking up at you as he retrieved his fingers from your hole and put them in his mouth. you looked so pretty like this, half lidded, all blushed and panting softly. all because of him.
not wanting to keep bothering you any longer, he cleaned you up in a motion that was too fast for the human eye to perceive and finally leaned down to place the most gentle kiss to your cheekbone. âyou can keep working now. please try to get some rest.â he murmured, his tone soft and loving now. âiâll be waiting for you in bed.â
âwhy would you tell me that?â you grumbled at his last words and pouted as you watched him walk away from him, causing him to laugh.
âto give you some motivation.â
đৠfirst time iâm writing fanfiction since i was like fifteen or something wth Also my first time writing smut . pls be nice iâm so scared omg
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