[slowly raises hand] yeah, so, does making out with the enemy count as “fraternizing” or
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[slowly raises hand] yeah, so, does making out with the enemy count as “fraternizing” or
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headcanons: sex life
☮ Position Preferences
With either genders he’d prefer the classic missionary position. Because he’s vanilla like that.
♦ Stamina
He makes up for his, uh, speed in the stamina department, with a short refractory period to boot.
♔ What gets them in the mood
What doesn’t get him in the mood would be an easier question. But honestly the most unique of ‘em is arguing. can really end up getting him goin’ tbh.
❀ One thing they’re dying to try.
Sex in general PFFF.
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headcanons: sex life
☯ Kinks:
Whether this comes as a surprise or not (probably not lbr) Wally is a man of few kinks. Frottage, orgasm denial, and being bitten are those few.
♠ Dirty little secrets
Psssst. Wally likes dudes.But no really, being bisexual is kind of his dirty little secret; due to a wonderful coating of internalized homophobia. womp there it is.
☂ Foreplay or straight to business?
....Straight to business BUT against his will. Too long with the foreplay and well, things will be over before they actually began.
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☠ Sexuality ☮ Position Preferences ☯ Kinks ♠ Dirty little secrets Ω Best time ever ♤ Worst time ever ♣ One thing they’ve never told ♧ Most exotic place they’ve done it at ♥ Number of sexual partners ♡ What they do after sex ♦ Stamina ♔ What gets them in the mood ♕ What is their mood-killer ♚ Most sensitive spot ♛ One thing partner should never do ★ Threesome or an orgy? ☆ How adventurous are they? ☄ If there was a safe-word, what would it be? ☽ Going down or staying up? ☼ Old-school or into experiments? ☀ Masturbate or seek for a helping hand? ☁ One night stands; yay or nay? ☂ Foreplay or straight to business? ❀ One thing they’re dying to try. ✿ In the morning or when night falls? ψ Roleplay? If so, what exactly? ♆ Props they’d like to use
So I’ve had this blog for a week, and I decided to a mini follow forever/bias list thing! If we haven’t roleplayed and you are on here, it just means that I adore seeing you on my dash & hopefully we can roleplay in the future or something idk.
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90superboy replied to your post “-Lounges sexily- Draw me like one of your french girls, Wally.”
-Looounges in your lap.- I said, DRAW ME, WALLY~~~
“Dude, getoffame--”
// From what I’ve heard, these are some people that sound fun to RP with, so shoutout!
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((ooc; Thank you :) what a sweet thing to say <3 ))
-Lounges sexily- Draw me like one of your french girls, Wally.
“I feel nauseated all of a sudden.”
No matter how impossible you think it is. You take the shot.
..he’s the one attacking art credit
This little nagging feeling at the back of Barry’s was slowly growing, though Barry ignored it for the most part. He had simply assumed that all he needed was a good night’s sleep. “Just make sure you don’t make ditching a habit. The Team probably wouldn’t appreciate it.” Barry wasn’t too worried about the trainings — he was well aware of Dinah Lance’s ability as a mentor, especially having getting his ass handed to him by her more than a couple of times back in the good old days when the League members had time for training.
“Gre — ” Barry’s words were cut short by Wally’s question, causing the older speedster to cock his head to the side slightly, shooting his nephew an expression that bordered between confusion and amusement. Who did they expect to run into? In Central City?
“Well, I think most of the Rogues are all locked up in Iron Heights, but if we were to run into someone then it would probably be them.” He took a step back from his nephew, keeping a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. “Why do you ask? Do you want something more challenging?” His tone was filled with humour, but there were slight hints of worry laced in. For all the time Wally had been Kid Flash, Barry never recalled getting asked a question like that. “We could always go to Gotham.” Barry’s lips twisted into a crooked grin. He — and almost every other meta/superhuman were banned from Gotham. Batman hated seeing metas in his city (a fact he stated a lot), so everyone knew to steer clear from the dark city.
Dropping his hand from Wally’s shoulder, Barry turned and made his way towards the main door. However, he stopped after a few steps, turning back to face Wally.
“Hey, Kid? Is everything alright?”
“Ah yeah, the Team hah.” Thinking about them made it feel like there were spiders crawling beneath his skin and made his stomach churn. Because really, when their faces came up in his mind all he could picture, all he could remember were their looks of horror and pain milliseconds before their deaths. He wondered if anyone else thought the same, though instantly snuffed those thoughts.
They were dealing with their pain, their discomfort. They were healing. While they all took a step forward, Wally felt as if he were taking ten steps back.
Comfortable in his denial? That was the biggest lie he’s ever told and he said it straight to Canary’s face.
When Wally’s mind swam with images of death and suffering, once again the voice of his uncle pulled him right back to reality. He felt silly now, having worried about such things occurring in Central, with Barry’s kind and humorous smile, his familiar touch and presence-- he felt that reassurance that he wanted constantly. Reassurance that everything would be alright, that things would be okay. He found himself wishing he could just keep his uncle right by him through all parts of the day, just to remind him that he’s still alive.
“No reason, I was just wondering, y’know; planning ahead and all that. Helps me keep my head in the game.” The lie tumbled off his tongue awkwardly and haphazardly; obvious in it’s deceit. He shook his head in response to the question, replying tightly, voice low with hidden irony, “Trust me, I’ve had more than enough ‘challenging’, thanks.”
The speedster was feeling just a touch better, he really was. In fact for a futile second, he even chalked his mood up to recovering. But that all came crashing down when Barry’s concerned voice reached his ears, tearing down his barriers with just one question. Funny, really. He would have been alright, or so he told himself, if no one had asked if he was okay. If he could have kept pushing and squashing the bad feelings and pretending as if that was enough to keep them away.
Idiot.
“I’m-- I’m fi-” I’m fine, he wanted so desperately to say, but his mouth just wouldn’t cooperate. His lungs weren’t either, from the sound of it, as his breathing turned shallow and he made a sudden gasp for air; like his lungs had been devoid of it for years. Wally’s legs felt weak, like jelly and as if they would give out at any moment; so he placed a steadying hand against the wall in hopes of keeping himself upwards.
“S-Shit.” The curse slipped past his lips and Wally’s vision turned blurry; as if a static cloud had swept over his eyes and suddenly he was right back where he was not even twenty minutes prior; firmly gripped in a state of irrational panic.
No no no no no, not in front of his uncle. He had to be okay, he had to calm down and smile, laugh it off, walk through the front door and pretend everything was fine and dandy. But it was so hard to work up the energy to put on an act when he could barely catch a breath.
“I ca-- I ca--” Hyperventilating again, and that did nothing to help his balance or his vision as he wasn’t getting enough oxygen to his brain and suddenly his biggest worry was simply keeping himself from passing out; which his mind, in a panic, equated with dying.
“I c-can’t breathe.”
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It was no secret that Wally West had a huge, undeniable mancrush on Roy Harper. It was an irrefutable fact that everyone –and by everyone, mostly Dick– reminded Wally of every time the archer’s name was brought up in conversation. The speedster, in turn, would turn a few shades darker in a deep set, embarrassed flush and deny the accusations out right. Because Roy was his friend, Roy was older, and, mainly, Roy was a dude.
Though now, as Wally straddled the archer’s lap, fingers tangled and threaded through his hair, arousal grinding downward to create a friction that fogged up his mind and made him see stars, he couldn’t quite give a damn about his previous reservations.
How, exactly, he found himself in this... position, he could only vaguely remember. A mission almost gone wrong, he recalled while gasping against Roy’s lips as his hair was given a sharp tug. Would’ve probably left Wally in the hospital for a few weeks, even with his accelerated healing. Which would have totally sucked.
Good thing that Mr. Harper himself just so happened to be in the vicinity and graciously lent a helping hand to the Team, allowing them to revel in victory with only minor battle wounds as consequence. It was times like these when Wally truly missed the dynamic that occurred whenever he worked side by side with the archer. Artemis was great and all (well maybe not ‘great’ but she sure was something–) but in Wally’s eyes, Roy would always be irreplaceable.
And when he had called out, “I’ll catch up with you in a sec!” to his team, his only intentions were to thank Roy, one on one, maybe even ask him for the dozenth time to hang out, only to be given a false yes garnering futile hope.
But, for some reason, be it the adrenaline high of the aftermath of battle, or simply a build up of emotions that were a long time coming, Wally couldn't get the words out. He fumbled for a few seconds, stuttering and tripping over nervous laughter before finally going silent.
It might have been Roy’s confused look, possibly even the awkward silence that followed, that compelled Wally to surge forward, to do the impulsive, the unthinkable; to act on his own well buried desires and fill in the blank lull of muteness with action.
Pressing his lips against Roy’s had been a compulsive, stupid move that Wally would have never dreamed would’ve been reciprocated. Sure, he knew good and well that Roy rivaled him in terms of flirtatiousness and trumped him in promiscuity but to think that even a move as radical as this would be returned?
Well, he wouldn’t dare question it.
For now he’d be content to grinding down on the other redhead’s groin in a way that’s as unholy as the noises pushing their way past his occupied lips; and enjoy the way the archer’s wandering hands traveled down his back to grab greedily at his backside.
Hopefully Roy was just as free for the rest of the night like Wally was because it would be a loooong time before he’d be willing to leave.
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Pokes Wally repeatedly. She'll keep doing it until he gives her attention.
Pretends not to notice her, to be quite honest. It’s an unofficial competition to see who’s more stubborn, more likely to give in, and frankly, Wally had all the time in the world to be as asshole-ish as he wanted to be.
Sorry, Jinx. You’ve been #Ignored.
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