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Bouncing Bunny ~ {Autistic Bunny! Reader x Barry blurb}

Warnings: Suggestive, implied/referenced drug dealing

After a while of hanging out in Barry's bedroom, having had been told to stay in there while he was dealing with clients, he eventually comes back to find you seemingly trying to distract yourself from the noise of his business, scrolling through your phone and bouncing on his bed, making the cheap mattress squeak in a consistant pattern that gives you a sense of comfort. As soon as you hear the door shut behind him, you flick your gaze up to his, dropping your phone in your lap, "Hi."

"You really are a rabbit, damn." His words come with a half-laugh and cause you to tilt your head.

"Oh my god!" As soon as the realisation of exactly what he means hits you, you're a little shocked you didn't catch on any sooner, "Thats why you call me bunny?"

"Took ya long enough," stepping closer, Barry pushes a few strands of hair from your face and quickly pecks a kiss to the top of your head before grabbing his stash from the closet, dropping it down next to you, "you bounce and hop like a lil' bunny, shit's adorable. Makin' my bed squeak all on your own."

"When your clients are gone you can make it squeak with meee..." drawing out the last vowel, you can't help but laugh at the light shove he gives you and the grin the spreads on his face, putting on a fake pout and whining to tease him "I'm dying from lack of attention, big beeaar."

"Needy bunny," Barry grabs what he needs and shoves it all in his pockets, moving to stand directly in front of you and bend down into your personal space, making your cheeks flush as his nose brushes against yours, "gimme 10 minutes, you get all my attention after I get this bitch out, yeah?" When you only give him a nod and a hummed-out affirmation, he tuts and smiles, "Words f' me, bunny, I know you can still use 'em."

"Yes, sir."

"Good lil' rabbit."

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Entertainment ~ {Autistic Bunny!Reader x Barry ficlet}

Warnings: Suggestive

It’s definitely a habit of yours, trailing after people when you’re bored or needing attention or simply wanting to be near someone. You also happen to step very lightly, or at least you’ve been told whenever you accidentally startle someone by seemingly appearing next to them without a sound. Right now you’re trailing behind Barry, just needing to be around him for some reason, even if you’re not doing anything. Tiptoeing behind him as he steps out the trailer, his boots making loud creaking and thumping sounds on the wood in stark contrast to your silent movements, following him when he walks up to his bike, you assume to do some maintenance on it or something. With a small distance between you and him, you simply stand and watch him crouch down and check something, eyes wide like a doe as you bounce on your heels, almost becoming entranced by his confident movements, your features relaxing into what you’ve been told is a resting sad face.

At some point he glances over to you as he stands up and physically jumps, his surprise startling you a little even, “Jesus Christ, bunny…” the fact that he says it with a smile soothes you, like a tiny reassurance, “how long have you been there, lil’ rabbit?”

“‘Whole time. Wanted to be near you ‘n’ followed you out.” You fiddle with your own fingers and bounce on the spot, still staring up at him, even as his gaze flicks down for a moment.

“Need t’ put a bell on you, I swear… You okay, bun?” He wipes his hands on his coveralls and reaches them out in a silent question to hold you, one you quickly answer by stepping closer into his arms, humming when they wrap around you.

“’m okay, just watchin’.” You tilt your head up and smile as he tips his head down presses a kiss to your forehead, “Like the bell idea. Might get annoying playing with it though, so be warned.”

“Mhm, think it’s pretty hard to get annoyed with you, lil’ rabbit…” peppering over your face with kisses, he smiles against your skin, a small smirk that you’ve learned only means one thing.

Your suspicions being immediately confirmed when coarse fingers dance up your spine and over the back of your neck, making you shiver and let slip a quiet whimper. When you feel his smirk turn into a mischievous grin, even as you whine and playfully hit his chest, you grumble out a quiet “Mean… know ‘m sensitive.”

“Mmmhm.” He slowly pulls back and places a final kiss between your furrowed brows that makes it hard to keep up your performed anger, “You wanna be my en’ertainment, bunny?” Excitement building, you simply smile and happily nod, continuing to bounce in place, holding back a laugh when Barry’s gaze drops again shamelessly, “Keep doin’ that, lil’ rabbit. Gimme somethin’ nice t’ look at while I work, yeah?” Again, you just nod, the idea of answering verbally completely slipping your mind, “Good bunny. I won’t be too long, promise.”

Fiddling with your own hands and continuing to bounce, occasionally shifting your weight from one foot to the other to prevent your legs from hurting, you simply watch him go back to his bike, occasionally glancing up at you and shamelessly raking his gaze over your body with that sleazy smile that makes your heart flutter, each time returning it with your own bright, prideful grin.

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Change in Routine

Pairing(s): Barry/Autistic! Reader

Summary: You stay over for the first time and try to deal with a break in routine, Barry tries his best to help and get you comfortable.

Warnings: Stim attacks, smoking, drug use, smut, mild hurt/comfort.

Additional Tags: Reader is afab and gender-neutral, no use of y/n, sleepovers, blow jobs, oral fixation, PIV sex, outdoor sex, strip tease, fingering, hair kink, facials, pubic hair, gentle kissing, gentle sex, gentleness, soft Barry, light dom/sub, praise kink, size kink, cock warming, come swallowing, hair petting, comfort, overstimulation (not the kink- the feeling), anxiety, pet names (doll/bunny/baby/etc), romantic fluff, stimming.

4.3k words / oneshot

With three knocks, you wait patiently in front of the familiar trailer, swaying and rocking on your heels, perking up as the door opens and you’re met with a safe and familiar face. "What’s up, baby?" Barry smiles as he jumps down the short steps to his door, going to immediately hug you before stopping himself, "Wan’ a hug, pretty thing?" Without a word, just a quick nod, you drop your bag stuffed full of essentials, take him into your arms and squeeze him tight, a smile spreading across your lips when he returns the comforting pressure, "Home’s too much, can I stay?" Burying your face into the crook of his neck, you smile when you feel a hand rest over your hair and pet you gently, a kiss pressing to your temple.