Hal tackles him to the kitchen floor and gives him a biting kiss that has his cock busting his zipper, and Guy groans into Hal's mouth like he's dying.
"Wait, pants," Guy manages to choke out when Hal disconnects their mouths to start biting and sucking his neck. Hal pulls back with a noise of frustration and they pop their pants buttons, pull down their zippers, and start dry humping each other through their boxers like a couple of animals.
"Mmm," Guy moans into Hal's mouth. That horrible, wonderful mouth he desperately wants on every inch of him. He has the brief image of Hal sucking his dick and he comes in his underwear with a choked moan.
"Did you just come?" Hal pulls back with an amused look, and Guy feels embarrassed.
"I was keyed up, man. I dunno." Guy puts his hands on Hal’s hips and pulls his cock to grind against his hip. "C'mon, get off on me." Hal kisses him with a laugh.
"This is so high school," laughs Hal.
"You're the one who couldn't wait," Guy says, hands drifting to grope Hal's ass. Hal groans. "We coulda had lube and everything." Hal laughs again, but more breathless this time. His forehead drops to Guy's shoulder as he grinds faster.
"Fuck, I need something," groans Hal.
Guy lands a sharp smack on that perfect ass, and Hal comes with a shocked moan.
"Ohhhh. Fuck, I needed that." Hal lays half on the floor, half on Guy, panting against his shoulder. A smile creeps across Guy's face and he starts to giggle uncontrollably. Hal turns his face toward him with a hand on his cheek, smiling at whatever goofy face Guy's making.
"What?"
"I dunno. Us here, everything?"
"You know, I bet I have another round in me..." Hal waggles his brows, making Guy laugh again. Guy puts his ring up to his mouth.
OK for the fanfic end of year asks that i keep seeing u rb and saying 'oh i'll send some later' lmfao: 3, 12, 18, and 30
3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year
this is what's going to make this post long bc i have so many, but i'll try to stick to stuff i actually posted on ao3, unless you want the extras.
(let's get married)
“i didn’t want to bring this up, because it’s super awkward, but,” peter makes a pained face. “what if we have to jerk off?”
matt spits the water he’s drinking and coughs.
“you alright, d?”
matt coughs, glaring in his direction.
“you can’t just say stuff like that. we’re in public!”
...
(sluts in your area)
Guy wakes up the next morning feeling well rested. He groans against Hal's shoulder and opens an eye to see Hal staring at him, wide awake.
"Stop staring at me, freak," grumbles Guy, glaring half-heartedly at Hal. "It's creeping me out."
"What, and miss out on my princess's beautiful face?" Hal has that familiar shit eating smirk on his face, and Guy reaches up to tug at his hair in retaliation. Hal growls, biting his hand.
"Don’t start something you can’t finish." Guy firms his grip on Hal’s hair and pulls, making Hal gasp.
"Do you top?" asks Hal, voice a little more breathless than before. Guy smirks.
"Hell yeah."
12. favorite character to write about this year
i had a blast writing hal and guy, i'm not gonna lie to you. also peter. there's something about his character voice that i really enjoy writing and idk what it is.
18. current number of wips
so many. like way too many. let me see...
i counted the verses together, plus some random ones lying around, and it's around 13. (if i counted the individual fics in verses, it would probably be a lot more.)
30. favorite fandom to read fic from this year
probably green lantern. they have a lot of comic based stuff, which makes me happy. there were a few good spiderman fics and some daredevil fics, but it’s really hard to find people actively writing comic based fic bc most of the stuff is based on different adaptations (no shade to them. but it’s just not what i'm looking for).
My oldest wip that’s still living is Carry Me, which is a wip I started in Junior High when I was 13 or 14, and it's went through a lot of different versions and a lot of changes over the years. But I love it dearly and I feel like it's one of those fics that's probably going to age with me forever.
SPARK - What made you want to become a writer?
It's just something I have to do. I'm like that girl in The Red Shoes who said she needed dancing to live. If I didn’t write I'd go crazy.
CARROT - Do you know the birthdays of any of your characters?
I haven't figured out their birthdays *yet*. But I want to at some point.
30. Talk to me about the role dreams play in your writing life. Have you ever used material from your dreams in your writing? Have you ever written in a dream? Did you remember it when you woke up?
100%. There are settings in ocv that came straight from dreams (Vietta City and the Fountain of Names for example). Joe and Scott came from a dream with names and everything.
I feel like I've probably written in dreams, but I don't remember what I wrote lol. Most of the time I just remember stuff that's more vivid and I forget the rest.
💛: What is a popular ship you just can't get behind, and why?
one is matt/frank bc a lot of people try to make them domestic, and i just don't think that would work for them.
i ship them in a very specific way. i think they would be very toxic together in a serious relationship and that it would implode/explode spectacularly. like the ideal fratt dynamic to me is that while their ideals don't mesh, they have a lot of respect for each other and they hooked up once or twice and remember it fondly (frank moreso than matt, who would consider it part of a darker time in his life) and they refer to each other as an "old friend."
another is probably matt/elektra and matt/natasha for similar reasons. like romantically i just don't think it can work bc they would be miserable together lol.
Hal tastes like bitter coffee and ashes. It's not what he pictured Hal tasting like when he imagined them kissing. Guy makes a face.
"What?" asks Hal.
"You taste fucking awful."
"I do not!"
"You taste like black coffee and cigarettes. It's disgusting."
Hal crosses his arms, pouting at the kitchen table.
"Nobody ever complained before," he mutters.
"To your face."
Hal hmphs. He takes a sip of coffee and sighs. Then gets up to go to the bathroom he guesses. Guy sips from his not gross coffee and takes a bite of toast.
A few minutes later Hal comes back, smirking annoyingly. He leans down to give Guy a kiss, and his mouth tastes like toothpaste.
"Sap," Guy says, taking a sip of his coffee. He tries to hide his smile behind the cup, but he knows Hal sees it anyway.
cw: dom/sub undertones, infidelity, hand job, oral sex, biting, sub Barry, dom James, some dom Barry, cum kink, fantasy gangbang, fantasy voyeurism.
The Trickster had left him a coded message that said, "Meet me at the toy factory at 12am." Annoyingly, he didn’t specify which toy factory he meant and Barry had to check all three. He finds him in the toy factory on the edge of the city, surrounded by other manufacturers and not much else.
His sweat chills in the night air, making him feel cold. He rushes into the factory expecting traps, but nothing happens. The quiet unnerves him. Makes him feel like something terrible is going to happen.
Barry finds the Trickster sitting in an office a few minutes later, sitting on a desk, looking at his watch. He looks up at Barry with a little smirk.
"You're late."
An annoyed huff escapes Barry.
"Well, you didn’t say which toy factory you were in."
The Trickster laughs. "I didn't, did I?"
They fall into silence for a moment. Barry crosses his arms, feeling annoyed again. He could be at home asleep instead of dealing with whatever game the Trickster's playing. But instead he's here.
"Why did you ask me to come here?"
The Trickster slides off the desk to stand in front of him. He’s close enough Barry can feel his body heat, and can almost see his eyes through his mask. He wonders why he isn’t uncomfortable.
"Because I want you," the Trickster states, simple and honest. Barry's eyes widen.
"What?"
"I want you," repeats the Trickster, stepping somehow even closer. He dares to place his hands on Barry's waist, and the warmth of them bleeds through the thin material of his suit, making him feel naked. Barry uncrosses his arms and their chests press together.
"I um, I have someone," Barry manages to get out, trying to keep the little bit of sense from leaving him at the feeling of a firm body against his own. To his mortification his cock begins to harden.
"Is it serious?" The Trickster sounds amused. His hands have slid lower onto Barry's hips and his thumbs trace maddening little circles on his hip bones, ignoring his cock. Barry grips his arms, keeping him close.
"Yes," grits out Barry, clinging to the edge of the cliff and feeling himself slip. The Trickster leans in to bit his earlobe through the mask. Barry's knees weaken a little at the feeling.
"Can't be that serious if you’re letting me paw you like this."
"Technically, you haven't done anything."
"I want you to say it."
Barry glares at him.
"No."
"I'm not touching you unless you admit you want this. That you want me." Barry thinks about just leaving right then and jerking off somewhere, and never thinking about this again. He doesn’t want to admit to anything because that would make it real. He's here letting someone who isn't Iris touch him – a man and a criminal – and he wants it so bad he aches for it.
"Fine. I want you. Can you please touch my dick?" One of the hands finally slides off his hip to rub his dick through his suit and Barry groans in relief. The Trickster traces the outline of his cock through the fabric, making his hips jerk, then pulling both the tights and his underwear down to reveal his cock, red and throbbing in the minimal light. The Trickster makes a frustrated sound.
"I can barely see you," he says, walking to the desk to turn the lamp on. He grabs the rolling chair behind it and rolls it over to Barry, commanding him to sit. Fuck off, sits on the tip of Barry's tongue, but he wants to orgasm so he obeys. The Trickster kneels in front of him and rucks his top up to bunch under his arms, staring at the scar branching over his body from where the lightning hit with wide eyes.
"Wow," he breathes, tracing one of the lines with his fingertip. Barry shivers.
The Trickster leans up to trace them with his tongue, leaving biting kisses from his chest down to the line of hair above his cock. He stops to look at it for a moment, head tilted.
"You're a blonde," he says, gloved hand gripped loosely around the base of Barry's cock.
"What were you expecting?"
"I guess I always imagined you with brown hair," admits the Trickster, beginning to stroke him. Barry squirms. Precum beads at the tip of his cock, easing the friction until that gloved hand glides up and down his cock with a firm grip. Barry pants. He's so close.
"Say my name when you come," commands the Trickster. James, his mind corrects.
Barry nods, biting his lip. James' other hand massages his balls, rolling them gently as he keeps jerking him off and Barry lets out a mortifying whimper. He can feel it coiling in his gut and wishes he could just come already.
"Wish the others could see this," James murmurs, making Barry's breath hitch. "The righteous Flash humping my hand like a dog. You act holier than thou, but I bet you're gagging for it." He slows his hand and Barry whines. "I could put you out in the middle of the city with your feet and hands tied up and let the guys take turns. Show the city what a desperate slut their hero really is." It's the image of himself being fucked by his rogues while a crowd watches that makes him come with a high pitched moan, spilling come all over himself.
"James," Barry moans, breath hitching as James keeps stroking him. The other man gives him a smirk and bends down to suck his cock into his mouth, making Barry arch into the tight, wet heat, a hand flying to grip James' hair. He almost slides out of the chair and flails his free hand to grip the armrest at the last second.
"Oh fuck, your mouth," he moans, the peak coming even faster this time, his core clenching as it surges and finally snaps, flooding James' hot mouth. James moans around his sensitive cock, drinking down his come like he needs it to live.
James pulls off his cock with a slow suck that makes Barry come a little again with a shudder. He smirks up at Barry like the cat that got the canary. Barry glares down at him half-heartedly. God, he's going to be unbearable after this.
"Do I get a gold star on yelp?" smirks James, sucking a mark onto Barry's thigh. He bites the sensitive skin, worrying it with his teeth, then soothes it with his tongue. If Barry wasn't already exhausted he'd be hard again.
"A little vain fishing for compliments," Barry goads, trying not to smirk back. He has to play hard to get at least a little bit.
"I'm a performer, Flashy. I live for the applause." Barry rolls his eyes at the nickname. It's better than Flasher at least. "And I want to make you scream my name over and over again." He feels the hot length of James' cock grinding against his leg and realizes James hasn't gotten off yet. A bit of guilt fills him.
"What about you?" asks Barry, stroking James' hair back from his face. The other man leans into his touch.
"Don't worry about me. I got what I wanted."
Barry frowns.
"It doesn't seem fair, I got off twice and you haven't." James thinks about it, nuzzling his thigh. He would probably purr if he was capable of it.
"Can I come on your face?"
"Just on my mouth."
"Alright," nods James, standing up. He seems to loom over Barry as he pulls his tights down, spitting on his hand to fist his cock in quick strokes. His cock is close enough Barry could put it in his mouth.
"You're big," Barry says, wrapping his hand loosely around the base of James' cock. Barry licks his lips. "I don't think it would fit in my mouth." He imagines the hot length of James' cock stretching his jaw, choking him. His cock gives a feeble twitch. "C'mon James, you can do it. Be a good boy and come on me."
James whines. "Oh, I'm coming—"
Barry closes his eyes just in case, opening his mouth. He feels hot come spurt onto his tongue and his chin, dirtying him even further. Hands grasp his face and a hot tongue licks into his mouth, James moaning as he sucks on Barry's tongue, eating his come like a starving man. It's unbearably hot.
The two men pant into each other's mouths for a moment, exhausted. James slumps to sit on the floor, resting his face against Barry's thigh again, sighing when Barry strokes his hair, scratching lightly against his scalp.
"I hope they don't have cameras in here," Barry mutters, making James laugh.
