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⤷ ゛artist/writer ೀ 19 ೀ mark grayson's #1 𑣲 wally west's wife comms open !

[dc-trinity90s]

The Fastest Man Alive (Wally West)

Prime Earth Date: September 2018 - Storylines/Events: Flash War Epilogue

[mayhemi]

thinking about boyfriend!wally west jerking off...

you've been away on a trip for only a week, but he's just so whipped for you it's felt like years :(

"mmm!" he whimpers n mewls, bucking up into his fist, stroking at a speed any normal boy wouldn't be able to achieve. perks of a speedster!

the lewd sounds of his precum and spit sliding all over his flushed cock fills the quiet room, along with the too-loud moans he lets slip out when his thumb brushes the slit on his sensitive tip, only smearing his pre further

his free hand swipes through the photos of you on his phone, and he takes his time to admire each one of the shots of you with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. the sight makes him twitch in his hand

he's trying his best to imagine it's your grip working him over the edge, whispering sweet things into his ear that make his dick leak like a broken faucet

"shiiiiit, baby-" he whines, his hips lifting off the bed, "fuck- miss you sosososo much" he throws his head back against the pillows, trying his best not to bust a nut right there when he stumbles upon a video of you taking him from behind

the sight of you makes his heart ache from how much he misses you, but it also makes his strokes grow sloppier with just how fucking close he is

it's pathetic how he's talking to himself like he's talking to you, blabbering about your pretty pussy, about how much he loves you, about how much he wants to taste you, about how much he just wants to slam into you

"fuck! m'gna cum! gna cum!" his voice breaks out into a needy high pitched whimper as he sits righttt on the edge, his balls drawn up and heavy with cum

he moans whorishly as he finally finishes, his release spilling in hot sticky globs all over his hand and abs, leaving him panting like a dog and sitting there with his phone clutched in his left hand

and, to no one's surprise, you'll wake up in the morning to a sweet, innocent text from the night before like 'miss you babe :)' and attached is a video of him fucking his fist and cumming allll over himself while whimpering your name

[paramytheaart]

can we all agree that if he was real no ice agent would be left alive

[nagumolvr]

#drabble.ᐟ ⸝⸝ collegeboy!wally west ⸝⸝ pining!wally ⸝⸝ gentle praise&teasing ⸝⸝ oral sex | fingering ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ MDNI ! reader’s first time.

───〃★ anon’s request !

wally zipped around his off-campus apartment one last time, straightening cushions and dimming the lights just enough to keep things cozy without going full “romantic cliché.”

his heart was doing that annoying flutter thing it always did around you—faster than even the speed force usually let him push. you’d been on a few dates now—coffee runs where you’d buried your nose in a textbook and blushed every time he cracked a joke, late-night campus walks where he’d slowed down (way down) just to match your pace, and that one movie night where your hand had brushed his and stayed there.

god, he’d been pining hard and practically begging after the third date with that half-joking, half-desperate “c’mon, babe, I’m dying here. let me show you how good it can be.”

you’d finally said yes, shy smile and all, and now here you were. shit he’s nervous. he hasn’t been this nervous about anything since… he doesn’t remember and he’s not about to dwell on it when you’re outside his door.

he heard the soft knock and blurred to the door in a heartbeat, pulling it open with a grin that was equal parts cocky and genuinely thrilled that you made it. “hey, you. was starting to think you’d changed your mind and hit the books instead of me. wouldn’t blame you—those textbooks are probably better company.”

you stepped inside, clutching the strap of your bag, cheeks already pink. pretty, bookish you in that oversized sweater and pants that hugged just right. wally had seen the way you looked at him during lectures or when he passed by the library. he wasn’t blind to your crush. but it’s not like he wasn’t crushing either. “i… i didn’t change my mind,” you murmured, voice soft but steady enough. “just nervous.”

“totally fair,” he said, closing the door behind you and taking your bag gently, setting it aside. no speeding for this—he wanted every second to feel real. “first times are kinda a big deal and i’m not gonna rush you, promise. we go at your pace, okay?“

your laugh was quiet, breathy, and it did things to him. wally guided you to the couch, sitting close but not crowding. his hand found yours, thumb rubbing slow circles over your knuckles. he could feel your pulse racing under his fingers and it matched the way his own sped up around you.

conversation flowed easy, the way it always did with you once you warmed up. you talked about the latest assignment in your lit class, eyes lighting up behind your glasses in that way that made him want to listen forever. he teased you lightly—“you’re such a brainiac. it’s hot, y’know that?”—and leaned in to kiss the corner of your mouth when you ducked your head shyly. fuck, he wasn’t sure when it happened but he could already feel himself aching and he hoped you didn’t notice. he didn’t want to look like some loser who gets hard at seeing you blush.

the kisses deepened gradually. wally kept it soft at first, one hand cupping your cheek, tasting the faint sweetness of your lip balm. you responded tentatively, fingers curling into his shirt, and he hummed approval against your lips. “you didn’t tell me you were this much of a good kisser.”

“shut up, i’m not.” he watched your cheeks flush the prettiest shade of red he’d ever seen.

“mm, you’re lying,” he muttered playfully, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

when your hands slid under his shirt, exploring the hard lines of his abs—earned from running literal marathons in seconds—he groaned low. “careful, or I might vibrate a little.“

you pulled back a bit, eyes wide but curious, flitting from his face to where your hands rested. he couldn’t help but love the look you had on your face. “vibrate? like… down there?”

wally chuckled, the sound warm and a little ragged because hell, he’s never been this turned on before. not from just a little bit of making out at least. “only if you want the full speedster experience later. bit too early for that now though,” he joked breathlessly—desperately trying to maintain his composure. “right now it’s just me, you know. same guy who’s been crazy about you since you dropped that stack of books in the quad and told me to stop showing off. hope that’s not too disappointing.”

that earned a shy laugh from you, relaxing you enough to reach for his shirt. he helped you out, tugging it over his head, revealing the lean, toned build that came with being the flash. he watched your eyes widened, fingers tracing the lines of his abs with hesitant curiosity. the touch sent sparks through him. and it stroked his ego too, honestly, seeing you look at him like that.

“touch me wherever you want,” he encouraged, voice low. “I’m yours tonight… and tomorrow if you want.”

he eased you back against the cushions, trailing kisses down your neck, savoring the way your breath hitched. his hands slipped under your sweater, palms warm against your soft skin, mapping every inch like he had all the time in the world (which, he kinda did). “tell me if anything feels weird or too much,” he murmured against your collarbone, nipping lightly.

you nodded, shivering as he peeled the sweater off, revealing simple bra and the flush spreading across your chest. “it feels… nice. really nice. keep going?”

that was all the encouragement he needed. wally took his sweet time undressing you, whispering praises between kisses—“god, look at you. so pretty. i’ve been thinking about this”—until you were bare beneath him, shyly trying to cover yourself. yeah, no. he won’t have that. he caught your wrists gently, pressing them beside your head. “don’t hide now, baby. you’re so pretty and I’ve been dying to see you like this.”

his mouth moved lower, tongue tracing circles around one nipple until it pebbled under the attention. you gasped, arching into him. he could smell the faint, sweet scent of your arousal starting to build and feel the heat radiating from your skin. the moan you gave went straight to his cock. he could feel himself hardening against his jeans, but he ignored it, focusing on you—the way your breath quickened, the subtle shift of your hips.

fingers slowly trailed down your stomach, dipping between your thighs. “is this okay?” he asked breathlessly and when you nodded he wasted no time. you were slick, warm, and—fuck—so responsive. the way you gasped when he circled your clit slowly? enough to end him right then and there.

“walls…” you breathed out through a whine, hips twitching.

“yeah? right there?” he cooed sweetly, unable to hide the smirk on his lips. he kept the pace languid, gently rubbing two fingers back and forth through your slick folds. he didn’t want to slip a finger in just yet, wanting to make sure you’re wet enough beforehand. he wondered what it would be like to sink into you but the thought was shoved down quick because, right now, this was about you—not him.

“so wet for me already. that’s my sweet girl. relax into it. just breathe, baby. we’ve got all night.”

you moaned softly, hands fisting into the fabric of the couch, eyes fluttering shut as your back arched just a bit off the surface when he brushed your clit. be it, shy as you were, your body was opening up, trusting him in ways he never thought he’d see before. wally kissed you deeply through it, swallowing your little sounds.

he took his time moving down till his face was between your legs. he was learning what made you gasp—slow circles, then a firmer press, then he was dipping a finger inside your tight heat. you were incredibly snug, walls clenching around the single digit. “fuck, it’s so tight,” he murmured, kissing your hip. “we’re gonna take this nice and easy. tell me if it hurts or if you want me to stop.”

“it doesn’t hurt,” you managed, cheeks flushed deep red. “more… please.”

he added a second finger carefully, scissoring them while his thumb worked over your clit. the wet sounds filled the room alongside your growing moans. he could feel your body relaxing fully now, your slick coating his hand. his own cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, but he focused on the taste of you as he lowered his mouth, tongue replacing his thumb. salty-sweet and addictive. so good it made him groan. he licked and sucked with patient enthusiasm, humming in appreciation as your hips bucked.

“oh god, wally—” your voice broke on his name, fingers tightening in his hair as you came with a shuddering cry, your thighs trembling around his head. he worked you through it, gentling his touches until you relaxed.

he crawled back up, that ever present smirk on his lips as he kissed you deeply so you could taste yourself on his lips. “you okay? that was gorgeous.”

you nodded, eyes hazy with pleasure. “mhm… yeah. i want… i want to go all the way now.”

wally wasted no time kicking off the rest of his clothes, his cock springing free—hard, flushed, pink and leaking at the tip. he was average length but thick, and he stroked himself once, watching your eyes follow the motion. “we’ll go slow. condom?”

you shook your head shyly. “i’m on the pill. and… I want to feel you.”

he chuckled softly, pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. “cheeky thing. came prepared, huh?”

he positioned himself between your legs, rubbing the thick head of his cock against your slick entrance with a soft sigh. the heat was fucking awesome, but so teasing. “breathe for me, baby. relax and tell me if you need a break.”

he pushed in inch by inch, groaning at the vice-like grip of your pussy. he moaned—not a groan—a moan as he bit his lip to try to keep any other dignity-damaging sounds in. his voice was strained with effort when he spoke. “shit, you feel good. so fucking… tight… perfect.” he sank deeper, bottoming out with a shared gasp and then stayed still, giving you time to adjust to the feeling. his forehead pressed to yours as he breathed you in. “you okay? talk to me.”

you nodded, nails digging into his shoulders, a mix of pleasure and the initial stretch making your breath catch. “it burns a little… but don’t stop. feels full. good… good full.”he waited a little. after a few moments, you shifted experimentally. “okay… move. please.”

wally rocked his hips slow and shallow at first, trying to build a gentle rhythm. every thrust drew a delicious little moan from you, your shyness melting into open pleasure. and he was witnessing it firsthand. the drag of your walls was fucking perfect, wet sounds and skin slapping filling the air. he reached between you, thumb circling your clit again, feeling you clench tighter.

“wally… faster,” you gasped, legs wrapping around him.

he obliged, but kept it controlled with deep, steady strokes that hit that sweet spot inside you. swear slicked your bodies, his muscles flexing as he held back. “that’s it. you’re taking me so well. my smart girl… look at you.” wally’s voice was husky, teasing edge softened by genuine infatuation. you were so perfect. he kissed you hungrily, hips snapping a little faster as you started meeting his thrusts, legs wrapping around his waist.

your orgasm hit first for the second time, walls fluttering around his cock, and a broken moan of his name on your lips. you dragged him over the edge with you and he bottomed out, spilling deep inside (he didn’t mean to but he wasn’t fast enough. ironic) groaning your name, his hips stuttering. the orgasm left him boneless, but he stayed buried, kissing your shoulders and collarbone lazily through the aftershocks. he just held you close, gently moving his fingers through your hair and holding you through your first.

“baby, you were amazing. seriously. fuck, that was… worth every second of pining and begging. you feeling okay?”

you smiled shyly, curling into him. “yeah… that was good. really good. can we do that again sometime?”

wally chuckled at your breathlessness and at how that shyness from earlier was nowhere to be seen now. you’re the one asking for seconds? he never would have seen that coming. he gently pulled out with a shudder and rolled over, pulling you against him and sighing. “anytime, bookworm. i’m not going anywhere.”

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[kooriandr]

having wally wests’s hips slapping against your ass, cock drilling into you hard, but at a regular, human pace, not the harsh pace he’s got you so used to. he’s not going slow, he’s not even being gentle about it, but he’s not going as fast as he can, not wally fast. for any other guy this would’ve been okay, but you know your boyfriend can do better than that right now.

your back arches in hopes of getting a better angle, but it’s not enough, you need more friction. that’s when your hips start moving against his. you start fucking yourself back into him, until it’s finally you who’s taking control of the situation, his movements synchronised with your own, falling into a nice rhythm together. wally loves it. he loves seeing you use him for your own pleasure like that and the jiggle of your ass with every snap of his hips. 

still, it’s not enough for you. once a "faster" finally escapes your lips, he really goes faster. you try to keep moving your hips along with his, but it’s impossible to keep up with him once he starts picking up the pace, a pace only the fastest man alive can achieve. you’re only left to give in to the pleasure your speedster boyfriend provides.

you’re barely aware of what was going on inside your cunt anymore. the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls is not only mindnumbing, but also too fast for your brain to catch up on. the obscene sounds coming out only help heighten the sensation, the slaps of skin that should never come this rapidly, the wet sounds your combined juices make each time his cock slips in and out of you, and the small grunts of your boyfriend behind you. all of it plus the occasional slap of his balls against your clit—that also comes a lot more often at his speed—has you seeing stars already, but what finally drives you over the edge is when he starts vibrating his dick against your walls too.

you hear a “hm” out of wally once you’re coming on his cock, an amused hum by a clearly-too-pleased-with-himself boyfriend.

[kooriandr]

having wally wests’s hips slapping against your ass, cock drilling into you hard, but at a regular, human pace, not the harsh pace he’s got you so used to. he’s not going slow, he’s not even being gentle about it, but he’s not going as fast as he can, not wally fast. for any other guy this would’ve been okay, but you know your boyfriend can do better than that right now.

your back arches in hopes of getting a better angle, but it’s not enough, you need more friction. that’s when your hips start moving against his. you start fucking yourself back into him, until it’s finally you who’s taking control of the situation, his movements synchronised with your own, falling into a nice rhythm together. wally loves it. he loves seeing you use him for your own pleasure like that and the jiggle of your ass with every snap of his hips. 

still, it’s not enough for you. once a "faster" finally escapes your lips, he really goes faster. you try to keep moving your hips along with his, but it’s impossible to keep up with him once he starts picking up the pace, a pace only the fastest man alive can achieve. you’re only left to give in to the pleasure your speedster boyfriend provides.

you’re barely aware of what was going on inside your cunt anymore. the sensation of his cock dragging along your walls is not only mindnumbing, but also too fast for your brain to catch up on. the obscene sounds coming out only help heighten the sensation, the slaps of skin that should never come this rapidly, the wet sounds your combined juices make each time his cock slips in and out of you, and the small grunts of your boyfriend behind you. all of it plus the occasional slap of his balls against your clit—that also comes a lot more often at his speed—has you seeing stars already, but what finally drives you over the edge is when he starts vibrating his dick against your walls too.

you hear a “hm” out of wally once you’re coming on his cock, an amused hum by a clearly-too-pleased-with-himself boyfriend.

[jazzgard]

[jazzgard]

[woahhwhatisthiss]

RAHHHH

[wallylinda]

the flash (1987) #200; final crisis #4; dc universe rebirth; the flash: rebirth; titans (2016) #1; new history of the dc universe #4; heroes in crisis #6; unused cover of heroes in crisis #4; the flash: knight terrors #2; the flash (2016) #793, annual 2

wally and barry hugging :))

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

we moved on too quickly from the possibility of WALLY WEST x reader x DICK GRAYSON. wally’s phasing out of the game, and dick’s been promoted to lead. you’ve been added to the roster and neither of them seem to keep their heads around you: wally can’t help but outwardly flirt, that old playboy dog in him seeping through the cracks as he checks you out in your suit n asks, “uh, are you.. doing anything later?”; whereas dick’s bad bag of tricks consist of getting a little tongue-tied around you and gracefully bowing out of conversations that run too long. when they both get used to you being around, interactions are smoother. wally somehow gets you out of the mount, reminding you there’s more to life than work, managing to snag alone-time with you. dick can talk to you without panicking, and you’ve even caught a stray comment here and there about how “you looked good out there.” both boys tipping you off as to how they feel about you. you knew things always seemed to be tense between them when they three of you were in the same room, you didn’t know they were in competition. you’re not sure how to go about it, you like both of them, but neither of them have the guts to be upfront with you about it - or they have an undisclosed gentlemen’s agreement to stay away from you. the latter makes more sense considering their friendship, so why have you had each of their tongues down your throat at least once before?

[fluidmechanic]

WALLY WEST’s two fingers have been circling your poor swollen, abused clit at a low vibration for what feels like eternity. you don’t remember how many times you’ve came so far, just that your boyfriend seems to get off on seeing you writhe and squirm.

“aw baby, c’mon, just one more f’me, yeah?” he coos earnest and sweet. he’s drunk on the soft, lovely whimpers falling out of your lips.

he just loves making you feel good, can you blame him?

[froggibus]

— Wally taste tests your lipgloss

-> use of a blindfold, gn! reader (wears lipgloss)

“Alright,” you say, lips hovering two inches about Wally’s. “You ready?”

He nods, blindfolded and eager. You lean in, brushing your lips against his and smearing a generous amount of your lipgloss across his mouth. 

You pull away, Wally leaning up into you to try and capture more of your lips. A whine leaves him when he fails, head flopping miserably back into your mess of pillows and plushies.

“C-can’t we just kiss normally?” He frowns, “I need to feel you.”

You pull away, resting your hands over his chest. “When you guess one right, sure.”

Another groan leaves him, a comical sight given all of the lipgloss coating the edges of his mouth. His cheeks are flushed, hair a mess beneath the strap of the blindfold from how many times he’s tugged on it.

His tongue passes over his bottom lip. He sighs, “this is probably wrong but…pumpkin spice?’

Your mouth falls open. No fucking way he got that one. The man has gone 0 for 7 on lipgloss flavours today, and somehow the one he gets is pumpkin spice? It’s laughable.

“That’s right,” you say quietly, thoroughly humbled by his guess.

He’s quick to rip off the blindfold, flipping you over and pinning you to the bed underneath him. One of his hands threads through yours, the other propping him up next to your head.

He grins, “gotcha.”

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[flashroid]

DC KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY THREE

day twenty three [ car sex .. trick or treat! wally west , '' word count : 3.5k before cam use . 18 + , smut , f!gf!reader , misuse of speed , creampie , ruined panties , masturbation ( m!doing ) , teased exhibitionism , implied underage sex ( reader and wally are in university ) , established relationship , unprotected sex , hinted breeding kink

The rain pattered against the windows of the R8, your elbow against the edge while the city of L.A reflected back at you. Typically, it didn't rain in L.A, but tonight seemed to be the one minuscule exception.

Music lightly played in the car while Wally drummed his fingers against the wheel, brows scrunched together.

Randomly, he spoke, "I mean- come on, look at that," he waved his hand to the windshield momentarily, bringing your attention to sight of the guy overtaking and running a red-light, "got balls of steel, I'll say that." He muttered.

You couldn't help the snicker that left you, shifting your weight on the quilted, red detailed leather, "Really? That's what you take from that, Mr. Physics and Engineering major?" You teased softly, and Wally cracked a grin, "Okay, no. Someone could've like..died."

Another laugh came from you, "Come on Wally," you straightened up, "Maybe they've..got somewhere to go?"

Wally's entire forehead scrunched at your suggestion, turning to give you a strange look, "Oh, and my take on the situation was worse than yours? Okay-"

"No, no I'm joking!" You tried to save, a huge smile on your face that Wally's heart warmed at. He shook his head, "How on this green earth are you attending Stanford? I'm gonna tell head office that you cheated your way through."

Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on his bicep with a fake pout on your pretty lips, "Aww, it's okay..it's okay to feel inferior to my natural intelligence."

This had Wally squinting as they moved slowly through the heavy traffic - it wasn't L.A without traffic.

"Oh ho ho, right. Intelligence." He mocked you with that shit-eating grin, his ginger hair a fluffy mess atop his head, though swept back, "Said intelligence had you at the front of the lecture hall yesterday, because you kept preening about getting your hair done." He twirled strands of hair around his index, batting his lashes.

Damn, he had some nice lashes, was the one thought you had.

You snorted, "Okay Wally, it was like one time."

"One time that everybody remembers." Wally wiggled his brows, keeping his foot steady on the gas. He hummed, "..Man, coulda sped outta here by now on my own feet..but I can't leave my baby behind."

Right, you knew what he meant - the car. Sometimes, the ginger loved the car more than you.

"Wouldn't be half as bad, I don't see the appeal." You shrugged, and Wally whipped his head to look at you, his expression comical, "What?! Hey- I worked my ass off as a kid saving for her y'know!" He huffed, and you were next to squint, "Her?"

Wally nodded, caressing the wheel gently, "Yup. Spent years in the autoshop since I was a kid savin' for her..no way am I letting my car go. Do y'know the specs on this?"

Scratching your head, you tried to recall the little things Wally had said here and there, "Um..5.2 litre, with uh..a 7 shift? And it's..either a V10 or V8." You muttered.

The speedster raised his brows. For some reason, a red tint spread across his face, but no allergies were present..or anything worthy of the reaction, "..Um, yeah. Yeah that's..that's, right.." He sounded impressed.

You smiled, "See! I do know the specs. Take that!"

Wally's bottom lip stuck out a bit in a light pout, "Yeah yeah, I get it I get it. You're brilliant," He exasperated, but his right leg was bobbing up and down - you noticed this was a sign to Wally's random adrenaline spikes. As a speedster, there was just minor side effects though not harmful. One of these were random pulses of adrenaline and the need to move, to do anything.

But that was usually when Wally was already doing something physically exerting.

Just when you opened your mouth to ask, the traffic finally subsided after what felt like hours, "Finally," Wally groaned, "And I thought the traffic near campus was bad." He pressed the throttle with great force, the R8 accelerating as Wally haphazardly overtook people to get onto the highway.

"Okay tiger, slow down," You said while Wally yawned, "I am slow." He said as the speedometer touched 80MPH.

On a 70 zone.

The steady speed felt smoother than it appeared on the outside, it made you feel weightless.

While the car drove, Wally's free hand slid to your thigh, pressing gently against the bare skin - his hand practically enclosed the flesh, "Aren't you cold? Y'got no tights on." He frowned, and you nodded, "I'm fine. The rain will probably stop soon."

"But if it doesn't?" He inquired which made you shrug, "I'll just take your sweater."

Wally snorted, shaking his head, "Um, no. You can just freeze t'death." He grinned, knowing he'd never let that happen. Not ever. His hand subconsciously slid higher up your thighs, dangerously close to your panties. He wasn't trying anything, just rubbed your hand up and down your skin, warming you.

Fuck, why hadn't you worn shorts? Stupid of you..but then again, the pair of shorts you had had gotten soiled from some little kid spilling fruit punch on you earlier, just before you'd had to get ready to leave for Wally's childhood home.

A rare yet somehow real story; you weren't even sure how that pair of shorts had been your last pair.

Yet, you feel a subtle warmth in your core when Wally touched your thigh, massaged it firmly like some stress toy - and Wally wasn't even paying attention.

What a guy.

Although the two of you were enroute to Wally's parents' house for a family dinner (which he was stoked to go to simply because his uncle Barry would be there), he turned onto a road that wasn't in the navigation, "Wally?"

"Yup?" He responded while the two of you drove towards the parking lot of a rather empty plaza.

Your heart began to beat, "Uh..why're we going here?" You asked softly, and Wally remained silent, before his hand on your thigh shamelessly tugged at your panties, making you flinch, "Wally!"

"Because, I need to do some clean up between your legs before we even blink infront of my family," Wally spoke rather feverishly, immediately putting the R8 into park.

You flinched when Wally suddenly was ontop of you in a blink, his hands prying your legs apart carefully to rest on either side of his waist, "Now, let me jus' assess.." He murmured, but you were appalled, "What? Wally! We're gonna be late!" "I'm always late, my parents probably haven't even started dinner yet," Wally muttered, and you quickly conjured up what you assumed was your trump card, "But, your uncle Barry, he'll be upset that you're late."

Wally paused at that, and you thought that'd done the trick, but the speedster grinned at you, "Oh, Barry will definitely understand baby."

You blinked in surprise and in the back of your mind, maybe there was a suspicious connection to that sentence. All thoughts were discarded immediately when Wally slid his hand into your panties and found your clit instantly, rubbing in steady circles to have you gasping, "Wally-"

"Uh huh," Wally nodded absentmindedly, focused on the motion between your legs while his other hand unbuckled his belt, pushing his pants down and leaving his boxers on.

He grinned when he felt how wet you were, "Jeez babe, no way I can bring you to my parents' house if you've got a waterfall between your legs." He joked, and you shoved at his shoulder out of pure embarrassment, "Wally!!"

"Okay okay! I'm jus' kidding." He kissed your cheek, continuing to work your cunt nice and slow before two fingers slid in with ease, curling up and making you arch against him, "Oh shit.."

Wally snorted softly, though you did catch the little groan he tried to conceal, "You still get as wet as y'did back in highschool..it's nuts." He laughed, and really - you didn't think there was anything more embarrassing for your boyfriend to say, "I'm gonna rip your hair out." You gritted through your little moans.

"Sure, you go 'n do that sweetcheeks." He snickered, stretching you with outward motions while keeping your soft face satisfied with little pecks here and there.

The ginger remained with both his legs either side, straddling you carefully, "Think you're good?" Wally inquired carefully, green eyes flicking up to meet your own orbs.

"Should be." You replied, and Wally nodded. Grasping his twitching cock, he panted harshly, "Fuck, see what y'do to me? God, you always.." He couldn't even finish his sentence, the urge to feel your sweet pussy around him overriding any sort of thought.

He led the tip to your pinkness, before slipping in and coercing a pathetic groan out of him, "Oh shiiit.." He shuddered, as if the very sensation of entering you was straining his entire body.

You whined at the sensation, but it subsided as Wally stayed still, allowing you to adjust, "Okay uh..how do you want this, you um.." he was doing that thing he did, where he began to ramble just as he entered you - some type of nervous tic.

Wally grimaced, "Uh..like-"

"Wally," you started firmly, "Just- stay inside okay?" With those words, your hands slid to rest on the side of Wally's abdomen, feeling the fabric of his dress shirt - it was nice seeing the sporadic speedster clean up well.

Wally stared at you like he'd been put on pause, before he began to push deeper into your essence, making your breath hitch momentarily. The speedster grasped the seat's shoulders, before he bottomed out into you with a deep groan, your own moan of surprise leaving, "Ah!"

"Shit..shit, you're so tight. I didn't learn this in sex-ed.." He mumbled smartly, beginning to thrust and expecting the smack on his chest he received from you, a playful scowl on your face, "Wallace!"

"Whoof, Wallace aye? Gettin' serious on me babe," He laughed a little breathlessly, beginning to roll his hips into you, his dick reaching deep and making your back arch further, "Talkin' too much.." You murmured with a light strain, and Wally raised a brow, "Oh ho, really? Maybe I shouldn't talk at all then?"

His thrusts sped up by a margin that had you gasping softly - he knew what he was doing.

Wally looked down at you, eyes narrowed with a mischievous glint, "Cause if I stop talking, I'm gonna stop playing nice with you."

You swallowed at the sentence, unable to do much until Wally sped up yet again, lewd wet slaps filling the car as the rain continued to patter, the music from the aux playing faintly with the tapping rhythms.

After a moment's hesitation coupled with your moaning and whimpering, you kept your legs pressed tighter to Wally's waist, "Bet you can't stop talkin'." You mocked playfully, wondering how easily you could rile your easily irritated boyfriend.

The silence that filled the car once Wally stopped his thrusts made your guts tighten - had that been a wrong move?

Just when you could've opened your mouth to voice an apology, Wally leaned in close to have his nose brush against your own, and began thrusting hard, subtle sparks around his body, "Fuckin' fine. I'll shut up but you better take this fucking dick like it's your damn job." He hissed, almost petty.

Maybe he was petty, and it's why hearing your startled moans and whiny cries had his blood running hot with desire, continuing to fuck up into your plush pussy.

You looked into Wally's eyes while you tried to sneakily tease a hand onto your swollen nub, rubbing before Wally grabbed your wrist, and then the other, before holding them in one hand, driving into you and knocking against a spot that had your eyes rolling back, ripping a keen out of you.

The faintest snicker could be heard when Wally noticed your state, gritting his teeth in a desperate attempt to not just use the speed force instilled in him to put a baby in you a little early in life.

Huh, stray thought.

When he felt you gripping tighter onto his cock, he knew immediately that you were about to lose it. He worked up a quicker rhythm, determined to bring you right over.

And easily you did, the moan knocked right out of you while your orgasm washed over, thighs locking hard around Wally's hips as the speedster fucked you through the climax, faint pants in your ear pairing with the newly wet squelches of your cunt.

"Fuck, fuck! Wally!" You croaked as he continued to fuck into you, bringing the sensitivity to a whole new level. Wally said nothing, before he slowed and pulled out, his dick throb desperately with the need to cum.

Wally ran a hand through his hair while he watched your chest rise up and down slowly, dizzy and attempting to come back to reality.

You pulled your panties back over your puffy core, and somehow, that was the worst move you could've made.

Within a blink and a blur of lightning, your back hit the leather in the backseat of the R8, "What- Wally, what are you?-"

Interrupted by the slick motion of Wally's cock sliding beneath the fabric of your underwear, your breath caught. Wally was silent still, albeit the unstable breathing that came out of him every now and then.

"We're gonna be late, really late." You hissed, and Wally scoffed wordlessly, continuing to rub his dick across your wet cunt as he squeezed his own hand around the base, groaning. The way your pussy felt again the foreskin of his dick had his eyes rolling back a bit, but he was damn good at being silent.

You thought you'd never see the day. Or the night.

Wally didn't relent, his breathing growing heavier as he rubbed himself like an animal on your plush lips, gritting his teeth with narrowed eyes - your little whimpers were driving him quicker to the end he was chasing.

The way the glossy head would bump at your clit every now and then kept you on edge, making you gasp or whine louder, "Wally, s..stop. I'm, I'm gonna.." You panted, feeling your core heat up.

Wally kept the word in the back of his mind as he began to stroke himself fast, focusing on the tip before he was moaning loudly and cumming all over your heat, soaking your panties full of the white as he pulled out from beneath them, continuing to paint them white and sticky.

You gasped, "Wally! I need to-"

"I'll buy you a new pair." He rasped darkly.

The tone made your stomach fill with the flutter of butterflies, "Wally-"

Suddenly, Wally had moved you both in a blink to have you suddenly straddling him while Wally sat down, holding your hips steady. The ginger looked you right in the eye, green orbs boring into your widened ones. He jutted his head to his dick, which he held up for you.

A silent command that you obeyed shamelessly despite your earlier protests (and the annoyance at your soiled undies).

Carefully you slid down and moaned at the stretch, but it didn't compare to the sharp whimper you choked out when Wally went deep, touching that spot of yours that brought you to endless waves.

Wally exhaled deeply, eyes closed and taking a moment to gain some strength to not ruin you.

He managed with surprising success, grasping your hips and giving you a light squeeze before he began bouncing you up and down, giving you a pace to fall into.

Gasps and moans punched out of you with every thrust into your pussy, and soon you were bouncing on your own, whining with every perfect slide of Wally's cock against your gummy walls.

Wally watched with a hunger that made you shiver, his hands groping and feeling your body with earnest; he didn't plan on letting a part of your gorgeous body go untouched, he loved every single part of you.

His hands settled on your ass, a dirty smile making it's way onto his flushed features - pervert you thought, but Wally was Wally.

Wally dug his fingers into the flesh of your soft ass, before he began guiding you into a quicker pace. You moaned louder, but the silence from your boyfriend was getting to you.

You needed to hear him, hear him tell you all the sweet things he always did.

"Just- say some..t-thing!" You managed with a moan between, and Wally snorted. Finally - he knew you'd break.

Suddenly, the speedster was locking your wrists behind your back with one hand and pushing them forward, forcing you to arch and take him impossibly deep, the other grasping your ass hard for leverage before he began fucking up into you with a mind numbing speed.

The R8 was filled immediately with your high pitched cries, sobs filling at the sudden pace change, "Wally!" You cried, and Wally snickered, "Who needs silence when this pussy's making all this noise?" He teased, panting hard as he began to work at a pace you knew was too fast to be normal.

Especially since the tears had fell out of your eyes unwarranted, "Fuck fuck fuck! You're s-so fast!!" You wailed pathetically, sobbing as Wally bullied your cervix without mercy. The speedster grinned, "Come on, you told me to speak huh? Now look who's babbling."

He was never gonna let you live it down, not ever, "Fuck..you're so tight, gonna stop the blood flow to my cock.." He growled in a way that made you tighten, a louder curse leaving the ginger, "Fuck!"

Wally groaned loud, nothing far from shameless from how noisy you made him, "Look at that pussy, takin' it all. You were a pro at it in junior year and you're still a Goddess at it now, oh shit.." Wally threw his head back, the sensation of your wet walls sliding over his aching length driving him mad.

He felt his balls draw up tight, "Shit shit shit!" He looked into your eyes, seeing the mist in them had his heart racing, "Fuck..should I cum in this pussy? Hm? You tell me babe, you want it? Want me to fuckin' fill you so you can go into my house full of me? Infront of everybody, huh?" He teased, and the way you tightened made him grin wildly.

He knew you fucking loved it.

You moaned higher with every rapid thrust, seeing stars behind your eyelids as Wally continued speaking, sparks around his hips as he worked into you with his superspeed, "Maybe the next time you come visit, we'll be announcing a baby huh? You want that? Huh?"

Quickly however, Wally's attention was diverted into the sound of a car moving into the spot just one away from you both. Shit.

You panicked, but Wally remained unbothered, fucking into you with abandon as the urge to cum quickly made itself known, "Audience huh? Wanna be seen full of my dick? I bet you do baby..fuck."

He felt you tightening again, and he hissed, "Just like that, love when that pretty pussy does that t'me..cum baby, scream so that guy parking over there sees just how perfect you are for me." He panted, and just as easily, you were creaming, pressing your face against Wally's neck as endless babbles left you.

Colours danced across your vision when you heard Wally groan in the background of your euphoria, warmth filling you as Wally came hard into you, a gasp leaving him as both hands flew to find purchase on your waist, heaving.

The two of you were a mess of sweat, the scent of sex filling the car as the windows fogged subtly.

Wally laid there while his arms moved to hug you tight, before he was gone in a blink, leaving you disoriented and now..on a towel?

Just as quick as you processed that, Wally was back, and you felt soft fabric covering your now cleaned pussy; new panties and..shorts? You were even back in the front with a small snack and a water bottle beside you.

The speedster who was now in the driver's looking more cleaned sighed, pulling the R8 out of the parking lot, "Welp, now your undies and shorts problem is fixed, let's go huh?" He smiled at you cheekily, wiggling his brows.

You were damn near overstimulate with the sudden change of environment, but you remained silent - you didn't have enough energy to protest.

Well, this was a great start to getting close to Wally's family - you might have a new addition to his family tree soon.

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reader being a spoiled “good girl” kook who doesn’t give rafe the time of day with his reputation and treats jj like shit when he does work around her house for her dad. at least until jj’s snap story updates with her getting fucked from behind, the hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise having that unmistakable signet ring on it and jj’s moans being heard from behind the camera as his cum starts to land on her tear stained face 😌

OH. this has been rotting since the end of july and i’m sooo sorry, i hope you see this sweet nonnie🥺🩷

CW: smut! 18+ only! threesome, jj posts it on his snap story, piv sex, male receiving oral, facial, praise and degrading. rafe ‘n jj are kinda fucked up for this but oh well.

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You’d always been known as the “good girl” on the island. You never got into any trouble, you steered clear of parties, and you definitely didn’t hang out with people who were constantly getting themselves into some shit.

Rafe Cameron was nothing if not persistent, he’d always tried to hit you up, asking what you were doing, wanting you to hang out with him, but you never gave him the time of day, why would you? He was not a good guy, and everyone knew it.

The same goes for JJ Maybank, the well known, most attractive Pogue on the island. You saw him a lot, seeing as your father had hired him to do work around your house a lot. JJ was also quite persistent, always trying to make you crack, bend your own rules, but your walls you’d spent years building up had you treating him like the no-good Pogue he was.

You treated both men pretty unfairly, at least, that’s what the public saw. No one knew that you were secretly a filthy slut behind closed doors for both the Kook and Pogue kings of Kildare Island.

“That’s it, baby, takin’ Rafe’s cock so fuckin’ good aren’t you? That tight little cunt loves to be pounded from behind doesn’t she?”

JJ’s words have your pussy clenching tightly around Rafe’s thick length, pulling a low groan from him. Your bloodshot eyes look up, finding JJ’s ocean-blues, his phone’s camera pointed right down at you.

Wanting to give JJ something good to watch later, you push your head down further, taking his entire length down your throat, eyes never leaving his. JJ groans, his free hand making its way to the back of your head, fingers tightly gripping at the messy, tangled locks. He holds your head down, forcing you to suck in breaths through your nose the best you can.

He slightly tilts his phone up, capturing only Rafe’s toned abdomen and the way his hands were tightly gripping at your hips. His fingers dig into your skin so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises later, but you’re too fucked out to care. You loved that they were your dirty little secret, loved the way they took turns fucking your throat, pussy and even sometimes your ass. They knew you had a reputation to uphold though, and they didn’t seem to mind the way you treated them in public, so long as they could fuck you like this whenever they wanted, you could do as you pleased in front of everyone else.

“Fuck, Y/N, your pussy feels so goddamn good, gripping my cock like she was fuckin’ made f’me.” Rafe rasps, his thrusts becoming sloppier.

JJ releases your head, allowing you to pull off of him and suck in a much needed breath of air. More tears slip past your lower lashes, making JJ breathe out a dark laugh.

“God, you look so fuckin’ pathetic, cryin’ like a fuckin’ baby while Rafe fucks that sweet cunt and I take this sweet mouth. Go on, suck my cock, princess, it’s aching for you.”

Rafe grunts, his fingers digging into your hips harder as he uses them to pull you back onto his cock, forcing you to meet each of his thrusts.

You lower your head, tongue darting out and softly swirling around the swollen, leaking head of JJ’s cock. He groans, lowering his phone back down to capture you sucking him off again.

“Eyes on the camera, baby. Don’t wanna miss a second of your facial expressions while my cock is down your throat and Rafe fucks you from the back.”

You quickly obey, forcing your eyes to look up and into the camera of JJ’s phone. You begin bobbing your head up and down his length, sucking and licking every last inch of him until you feel his cock pulse inside your mouth.

Rafe groans, slamming his hips forward one final time before his warm, sticky load is filling your pussy. “Fuuuuuck, baby, gonna have you leaking my cum for the rest of the day.” Rafe groans, holding onto your hips as he holds your ass flush against his groin as he rides out his high.

JJ isn’t too far behind Rafe, quickly pulling himself from your mouth and jerking his cock. A low, raspy groan fills the air as his cock twitches, his warm, sticky cum landing on your face and tits. JJ slowly removes his hand from his softening dick, his phone coming down and right in your face as he records the little facial he gave you.

“That’s it, baby. Gotta show everyone whose fucking girl you are, don’t we?”

In your euphoric, fucked out haze, you don’t catch JJ’s words… You just softly nod your head, saying “Yeah… Your girl.”

He and Rafe share a look, laughing lightly between one another before they both remove themselves from your bed, quickly dressing and helping clean you up. JJ tucks you into your bed after they have you completely cleaned up, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and whispering, “Maybe this’ll teach you to be nicer to us in public, baby.”

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— I Don’t Care If You’re Contagious

Pairing: Superboy Prime x gn! sick! reader

Summary: when you don’t show up to work, Clark stops by your house to make sure you’re okay, only to find you sick in bed

Word Count: 1.2k

Content/CW -> gn! reader, takes place around superman #38, sick! reader + typical sick stuff, reader works at the comic store w clark, hurt/comfort

— requested as part of my neglect week event

froggi yaps -> whoever first decided to request superboy prime struck something inside me because now he’s living rent free in my head :,) since this one was my choice i decide some hurt/comfort would be fun! hope you enjoy <3

Clark’s always teasing you. 

He’s always making jokes at your expense, smiling coyly and commenting on whatever comic you’re reading now, leaning over your shoulder to read and laughing when you get flustered. It’s a routine for him, something he’s grown used to during your shifts together.

More than that. It’s comforting. It helps him get through the day even when he’s late from Superboy-ing around, helps him keep even after he’s gotten lectured by the boss for the umpteenth time. 

Except you’re not here today. 

He noticed your absence immediately, and had already asked around about you only for your boss to shrug his shoulders and say you weren’t coming in today. Clark had tried to ask more questions but the boss just brushed him off, sending him to the back to bag and board more comics.

Still, even as he dives into what was usually his favorite task, Clark can’t stop thinking about you. He misses you, really. Misses your laughter when you tease him, the way you huff and cross your arms over your chest and mutter a quick, ‘that’s not funny’.

His shift drags on, the little texts he sends to you throughout the day going unanswered. It only makes him worry more—what could possibly be going on that you don’t have your phone?

He doesn’t even bother to go home after work, instead, he’s on his way to your place. He’s nervous, flying instead of walking because he can’t shake the feeling that something is horribly wrong with you. That you need him.

It’s a small victory that your living room window is unlocked, though Clark finds no comfort in that. Isn’t he always telling you to lock up tight?

He swallows it back, persisting into the warmth of your living room and locking the window behind him. He calls your name, noticing the distinct emptiness to your house.

You don’t answer.

He calls out for you again, footsteps light as he makes his way into the hallway. Still, there’s no answer. Clark’s frown only deepens.

He knocks gently at your bedroom door. “Hey, you in here?”

No answer.

He pushes it open, slow and careful so as not to walk in on anything he shouldn’t, only to find you laid out in your bed. You’re curled up in a ball, buried under so many blankets that Clark can barely make out your form.

He calls your name again, voice softer this time. You stir slightly, arms curling in to rub at your eyes. 

You blink into the darkness. “CK?”

He cringes at the sound of your voice—all scratchy and dry, sounding like every syllable hurts you. He catches a glimpse of you with his xray vision, frowning when he notices the spike in your temperature.

Sick, he realizes. You’re sick.

“What’re you—” You cough, clearing your achy throat, “what’re you doing here?”

“Was in the neighborhood, just thought I’d check in and all.”

You squint, trying to decipher the expression on his face through your bleary eyes. “Neighborhood? You live seven blocks in the opposite direction.”

“Nevermind that.”

You prop yourself up, body aching in protest, and kick away some of the blankets. You’ve been like this all day, completely laid out in your bed, in pain and hoping for a respite.

“You didn’t come into work today,” he leans against the doorframe. 

A pained smile comes to your dry lips. “You were worried.”

“I was not.” 

“Worry not, Clark.” You shiver slightly, the cold seeping in from the cracks in your blanket. “It’s just a cold.”

“You’re shivering.” 

“I’m aware.”

“Do you need anything? Have you even eaten today?”

You shake your head, a sheepish look on your face. “Didn’t want to get up,” you admit, defeated. “Body hurts so bad.”

He pauses, thinking back to what he needed when he was sick as a kid. Gingerale, plain crackers, cough syrup. A cold cloth on his forehead and someone to tell him he’d be okay. His heart sinks at the thought of you sitting here alone all day.

“What about water? Medicine?”

Again, you shake your head. Clark bites back the urge to tease you, to ask if you were just planning on dying alone in here.

“Hang tight, alright? I’ll be right back.”

It’s a half hour before Clark returns, a plastic bag hanging from his arm. You’re already half-asleep again, curled under your pile of blankets and somehow still shivering.

Your eyes open at the familiar click of your lamp flickering to life. “Clark?”

“Mhm, just me,” he says, rifling through the bag and unpacking its contents onto your nightstand. “Brought you some stuff.”

Pressing a gentle hand to the small of your back, Clark helps you sit up in bed, propping you up against your headboard. His hand lingers on the warm fabric of your shirt.

“First things first: drugs. And sorry, not the fun kind.”

You laugh a little, ribs aching horribly. Clark grabs the water he brought you off your nightstand and brings it to your lips. You swallow a big gulp before he replaces it with his palm, two blue pills resting against the skin.

You tip your head back, swallowing the pills despite the searing pain they bring to your throat. You wince, and Clark’s lips purse into a frown.

“I brought you some ginger ale too,” he gestures to the shiny green bottle on your bedside table. “And there’s lots more medicine.”

“Thanks, Clark.”

He pulls away, the sudden lack of his warmth leaving you cold. A shiver rolls through your body, limbs shaking as you desperately draw them inwards in an attempt to conceal your warmth.

He gets one step away from the bed before turning back to you. “Are you sure you’re not gonna die without me?”

“Y-yeah,” you say, but you’re shivering so badly it comes out as a stutter.

“Do you always have to be so stubborn?”

You’re too tired, too cold and too sick to think of a retort, though Clark yearns for your usual snarkiness. He sighs, kicking off his shoes.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Staying.”

You look at him with glassy eyes. “You’re gonna get sick.”

He flexes a bicep, flashing you that playful grin. “Kryptonian physiology, do your worst.”

You sigh, relaxing back into your pillows and watching as Clark shuffles over to the other side of your bed, lifting a corner of your comforter—buried under half a dozen throw blankets—and sliding under. He reaches an arm out to you, the warmth of his skin already radiating through your bed.

“C’mere.”

“You don’t—don’t have to.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not gonna sit here and let you freeze to death, work would be so boring without you.” 

Among other things, he thinks, though he doesn’t dare say it out loud.

You roll into him, letting his strong arms draw you into his chest. The scent of his deodorant and body wash is just strong enough to seep through your congested nose, the scent a comfort to you. You rest your head against his shoulder, the shivering that’s plagued you slowly fading away.

Clark holds you tightly, resting his own chin above your head, trying to cover as much of your body as he can with his. Slowly, he feels your breathing even out, feels the tenseness of your muscles fade, feels you fall asleep in his arms.

He waits, holding his breath for minutes until finally, he can’t take it anymore. “Sleep well, angel,” he mumbles, brushing his lips over your scorching hot forehead.

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i just know that barry whimpers when he first slips inside you. feeling your warmth after dreaming all day and night of having you like this. it makes him whine in pleasure, eager and needy to touch you even more, to be even closer to you. you hear him breathlessly begging to fill you up, once and for all, wanting to make you all his- he just wants to make you feel good and give you his pups.

i just wanna squish his face 'n watch tears spill out of his eyes from immense pleasure and love oh my oh my