#Bart Allen x reader

[nanaminsonyfans]

Being with Bart Allen (impluse)

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request ; Bart Allen relationship headcanons please?

a/n; i hope this is okay. its a little short heh

warnings; enby reader, nsfw, fluff

SFW

He's so cuddly

like as soon as he comes home he needs to either be in your arms or you in his

Bart is so needy too

He doesnt know why but he needs to be reassured that you love him, because he tells you every day because he never wants you to feel the way he does

Sometimes he's gone for a long time because of missions, but you always are home waiting for him

He loves to come home to you

You love to do the same as well

Cheesy jokes alllll the way

"Hey y/n, feel my shirt."

"Feels like cotton."

"Its boyfriend material."

"I'm gonna break up with you."

You steal his clothes all the time

If your chubby and his sweaters dont fit you, he'll buy a size bigger just so he can see you in it

God damn it you're so cute anyways!

He'll do anything for you

He cooks all the time. sometimes its a huuuge fail but most of the time its amazing

You're always stocked on junk food for this skinny boy

You have your favorite food that you HIDE because he will eat it all no matter what.

Boy, he will bring you food from ALL OVER the world.

Craving the moichi from tokyo? he'll be back in five minutes

He's so caring and nice

also his hair is soft so your hands are in it, playing with it all the time

He's so cute when you play with his hair

almost purring like a cat.

NSFW

Haha

he can totally vibrate his tongue and fingers

its something i fantasize about tbh

Remember when i said hes needy? yeah that doesnt just transfer to cuddles

he'll finger you and vibrate his fingers and DAMN

It feels so much better than anything else

sometimes you'll make out and his tongue will vibrate from him getting excited

Almost like a dog wagging his tail ya know

He always loves to kiss you sensually while having sex

he's really gentle unless you ask other wise

You're so needy too

He's PACKIN. mostly length

i mean, hes a skinny boy.

However, he has a strong grip on you

whether its your hips or hands

He loves your body sm

Especially the curves if you have any

and if you dont have any, he loves you nonetheless.

He fucking ADORES how tight you are

even after fucking you for three rounds or more, you're still tight.

he also peppers you in kisses. marking "whats his"

As if anyone else needs to know

you literally have six impulse themed clothing

god if you wear impulse  lingerie?

you're wrecked for DAYS

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"MY GIRLFRIEND GETS SO DEPRESSED"

"Babe, look! I got us tickets to that new movie, the one about the creepy possessed girl.' Bart laughed, running up the stairs to your room in Wayne Manor, only to stumble over clothes and unfinished knitting projects, plus messed-up plushies and yarn balls of all colors. Then he felt the ghostly cold wind—oh. He knew what this meant. "Baby?" He walks over bundles of clothes until he gets to your bed, seeing a purple fuzzy blanket over your body. Soft whines come from your lips; he hears the whispers of spirits ghosting his ear. Bart shakes his head; his long hair wipes his face. "We don't have to watch the movie if you don't want to. We can stay home and watch a different movie, or maybe even a Hallmark movie; I know how much you hate 'em. He mumbles, dropping his feet gently, heading on your bed, looking up at you with puppy eyes. "Or I can make you something to eat. You know I make great pick-me-up food. I could make ribs, or if you're feeling something sweet, I saw some Betty Crocker cake mix in the kitchen. I could make you a crazy birthday cake, even though it's not your birthday." He laughs. But you still didn't budget for him pouting. He gets up on your bed, pushing the pillows and knitted plushies (both yours and his) to the side, kicking his shoes off, and scurrying gently onto your bed. "But we don't have to do anything; you don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Bart snuggles up next to you, taking the blanket off to see your cute little face. Sleepy and sad, your locs are all over the place, and your amulet is barely glowing in the dark dusk. He nuzzles your neck, gently humming sweetly. "I can stay here with you all you want all day and night and -" He was about to continue when you pulled the blanket up around yourselves. He laughed, seeing your amulet glow soft purple and feeling your warmth under the blanket. "Can we stay here?" you asked softly. "All night long, baby," he said, kissing your lips with the sweetest and softest of care, making you smile. "Really?" He kisses you once again,"Really!"

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Quickly | Bart Allen x reader

Rivals/enemies to lover (if you squint)

not requested

warnings: innuendos, cursing, that’s it. Not proof read

summary: training after a really bad mission.

You couldn’t believe Bart. He had the perfect opportunity to catch Slade but went too fast and slipped.

he went too fast.

You didn’t know what is was about him, but ever since you joined young justice, you couldn’t stand him.

he worked off of impulses. I mean you should have guessed that, it is his name.

He didn’t stick to the plan, and effectively ruined it.

even after a few days it bothered you, it was still ingrained into memory. It haunted you. It pissed you off.

HE pissed you off.

Red tornado had scheduled sparing training for the team today. You had hoped you would get paired with Anita or Kon.

But as Red called out your names, your heart sank. You looked over at Bart. He smirked and you wanted to die.

You went into the practice room and got into fighting positions. You prepared yourself for him to hit you at light speed and try to predict where he would appear next before he could land another punch.

As he ran up to you, you tried to shield yourself, but he punches landed on your middle sections. Knocking the wind out of you for a second.

you quickly recovered, successfully locating his next move and blocking his punch and striking him in the stomach and jaw. He landed on the floor.

You stood in victory. Glad to have won round one.

Bart snared as he got up. He wasn’t gonna lose again. He wasn’t gonna be what Wally said he was. And he knew just how to push your buttons.

“You know, you should have tried that move on Slade, maybe he wouldn’t have put you out of the running and you could have stopped him before I had to fix your mess.” He said with a shit eating grin.

“My mess? You mean your mess.” You shot back. “You slipped and let him get away.”

“You could have gotten him on the mission before that. But is it only when I mess up that it’s wrong?” Impulse yelled back.

“he knocked me out last time!” You yelled

“Then you weren’t quick enough!” Bart yelled as he got into his fighting position again.

“You ditched the plan, you slipped, and the criminal got away!” You yelled as you charged him.

he dodged your attack, speeding up and hitting you in the legs, knocking you off balance.

”I saw an opportunity and I took it! Is that so hard to understand?” Bart screamed as he knocked you over again.

You tried to charge him again, but quickly zoomed away to the other side of the room. You ran again but he was father again. You grumbled in frustration.

“What am I too fast for you?” He asked with a smirk.

“Too fast to play fair.” You snap as you get into a ready position for round three

“Oh you want fair? Fine have it your way. I’ll slow down for you.” He laughed.

“No don’t slow down, I’ll finish you off.” You said as you grounded you feet.

“that a threat or a promise?” He asked with a smirk.

“both asshole.” You snap. He runs forward and you two collide.

he pushes against your frame trying to knock you over with his sheer strength.

“Don’t worry, I’ll finish this quickly.” He smiles as he pushes against you harder.

“bet that’s not the only thing you finish quickly.” You shot back, smiling when his grin dropped.

he ran back and lean forward at super speed trying to hit you with everything he’s got.

You block his punches and manage to get a few in before you advance forward and knock him over, not before he grabs you by the waist and drags you down with him.

you land on top of him, both breathing to heavy to say a thing. You pull back and look into his eyes to find his golden eyes already staring back.

You becoming hyper aware of how close your chest is to his. How your breathing becomes synched and how your body fit perfectly on top of his.

“Well,” Bart starts staring into your eyes with his clouded with someone you hadn’t seen before. “You got me on my back, now what?” He asked. His face was soft, almost innocent like. Almost.

you lean into closer to his face as his breathing hitched. His puffy hair falling around his head like a halo. His eyes falling soft as he gazed up into yours, as if he was mesmerized.

you lean close to his ear as he eyes fell closed “I’ll finish this quickly.” You whispered back.

He had no time to register what you said, not after you landed a punch square in his face,knocking him out cold.

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[mintyys-blog]

WALK IN | bart allen x scarlet witch! reader

DC MASTERLIST | WARNINGS:

Late nights were your sanctuary.

Everyone else was asleep or distracted. That meant no awkward glances, no whispered fears about your magic, and no pressure to “perform” or “control” the chaos humming beneath your skin.

Tonight, you stood barefoot in front of your mirror, crimson magic swirling around your fingertips. You narrowed your eyes and concentrated. A shimmer of red energy danced down your body like liquid silk, wrapping around you—clothing melting and reshaping like clay.

From a simple tank top and shorts to a glam, high-collared black bodysuit… then into a flowy crimson gown with gold embroidery. You admired your reflection, watching the fabric shift and fade like a dream. A delighted smile tugged at your lips. This was the first time the magic hadn’t just exploded on you.

“Okay, okay… let’s try something fun,” you whispered to yourself.

Your fingers flicked again, and suddenly the gown dissolved into a black lace corset and thigh-high stockings—something scandalous and definitely not mission-approved.

You let out a surprised giggle and did a little twirl in front of the mirror, the lace hugging you just right. Your cheeks were flushed, but for once, it was fun being powerful. You felt beautiful.

Then— BANG. The door flew open.

“I brought cookies—!”

Bart Allen stood in your doorway, holding a plate stacked high with gooey chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the nearest bodega.

And he. Froze. Mouth open. Tray trembling. His eyes locked on you.

You shrieked and spun around, hands glowing red as you panicked. With a sharp snap of your fingers, the lingerie vanished, replaced by a hoodie and sweatpants in less than a second.

Silence.

You slowly turned back to face him, wide-eyed and red-faced. “Heh… I thought I locked the door.”

Bart blinked. “You did not.” A beat “But I’m not complaining.”

You groaned and covered your face. “Oh my god.”

Bart, ever the speedster, was already across the room in a flash, cookies still in hand, smirking like the devil.

“So… magic wardrobe?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “What else can you conjure? Dragons? More lingerie?”

You shot him a glare. “Leave.” He held out the plate. “Not even for cookies?”

You hesitated. Then, begrudgingly, took one. Bart grinned. “That outfit, though,” he said around a bite, “you could’ve worn that to dinner and I wouldn’t have blinked.”

“You just blinked for like thirty seconds.” He winked. “Exactly.” Your face was on fire, but… damn it, you were smiling.

The next day, Bart was different.

Not like, suspiciously different—he still cracked jokes, still zipped around like a sugar-fueled tornado, still offered you snacks every time you were in the same room. But now? Now he couldn’t look at you without biting back a grin.

And you knew exactly what image was stuck in his brain.

“Stop smirking,” you hissed as the team gathered for a quick mission briefing. Nightwing was talking, but Bart kept glancing over with that stupid, smug expression.

“I’m not smirking,” he whispered, leaning closer, “I’m appreciating.”

You shot him a death glare.

He just shrugged, whispering, “Hey, it’s not my fault you do magic cosplay in your free time. I just walked in on the wrong wardrobe change.”

You smacked his arm.

Later that night, after the mission ended (and after you definitely saved his ass with a reality-warping hex), you were walking back to your room when he appeared right next to you like a ghost.

“Okay, wait,” he said, cutting you off with that playful urgency only he could get away with. “Real talk.”

You turned to face him, arms crossed, but not nearly as annoyed as you wanted to be. “What?”

“I was gonna say sorry for barging in on you yesterday. But like… you weren’t mad.”

“I was embarrassed.” You looked away, heat crawling up your neck. “There’s a difference.”

“But you smiled.” You hesitated.

He stepped a little closer, voice lowering just a bit. “You smiled. You were having fun with your powers for once. You looked…free.”

His tone changed then, more sincere. “You should do that more. Smile. Be soft. Let yourself feel good.”

Your breath hitched. For a moment, there wasn’t a team. There wasn’t a mission. Just the two of you in the hallway, red magic still clinging to your fingertips, and Bart Allen—so sweet it made you ache—staring at you like you hung the stars.

“You don’t scare me,” he added, quiet. “Not even a little.”

“Maybe you should be,” you whispered.

“I’ve seen what you can do,” he said, stepping close enough that you could smell the vanilla sugar of whatever he’d eaten last. “You tear through reality like it’s paper. But you still blush when someone flirts with you. That’s… kinda hot.”

Your eyes flickered red. He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t hex me.”

“Don’t tempt me.” There was a pause—heavy and sweet. Then he leaned in, voice barely above a breath: “If I knock next time… would you let me in?”

Your heart skipped. Your magic pulsed. “…Maybe.”

He grinned. “Good,” he said, stepping back with a wink. “Because I already bought matching pajamas.”

You blinked. “What—” He sped off in a blur, leaving you standing alone in the hallway, red energy still dancing at your fingertips.

And this time, you smiled for real.

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[krisyona1994]

  You know what I want to see in a fic, or one of those head canon dots, point things; for Young Justice boys, even some of the girls? 

Mostly for Bart, Tim, Wally, Grayson, and Kaldur. 🥺 (not going to lie, mostly Bart and Tim.)

  I want multiple reactions from some of the guys of a MALE Reader, who always wears very loose, comfortable outfits when on missions. The outfit never showed their figure, until one day they got to see it in training. Only a few times has the wind blown hard enough, or them moving a certain way to dodge, do they see a hint of them having a small waist. I'm just imagining them getting a slight blush or a deep crimson, lol.

  So, one day, their mentor brings them in for one of the group training sessions. They come in wearing a form fitted sports shirt, sleeves down to mid-biceps. Maybe loose shorts, with the leggings underneath, hugging them the right way to show how tiny their waist is, but nice curves and form everywhere else. Like legs toned and a curve at the waist. Like a slight, slender hourglass figure. 

  A strong reminder that they are a hero. Also, this answers why they move so fast and dodge with a smooth grace.

[invincibledc]

SONIC!READER X FLASHBOYS/FLASHFAMILY IMAGINES AND HEADCANNONS

Heads up!: you can imagine this as human!Sonic or Sonic in genuine.

BARRY

Honestly he’s the one that’s homing you the most. You could try and hang out with the batfamily and you are put in timeout.

Literally your father figure who tries to scold you about using your speed.

You once have sped around him due to a sugar rush, and boy he held you down as you giggled crazily.

If you do that sonic spike roll where you speed off, he may not be able to stop you as you bounce a lot.

Once has you on his lap eating a chilli dog during a justice league meeting. Hal narrowed his eyes pointing to you.

“Why is he here?”

“He’s my son. If I’m here, he’s here.”

“Yah!” You said with a smug smirk as Hal glared at you.

You definitely Fortnite danced in front of him.

WALLY

Takes you to the young Justice head quarters to show off this new blue family member into the flash family.

Always buys you buckets of ice cream so you both can have ice cream eating battles

Always brings you with his hangouts with Robin when you and him weren’t with the young Justice.

Always calls you his little brother when people ask who you are.

“Wanna go to that burger joint that just opened?” “Hell yeah!”

And you both sped off in excitement.

BART

Speaks so fast as he tried to think of superhero names for you.

“What about blue bullet?! Oh oh, what about blue crash?!”

Daily racing with each other, it’s literally a ritual after every mission you both have. Nightwing had to scold you both to stop it.

Always speeding off to your favorite hotdog place to cheer you up when you’re down in the dumps.

He considers you the best friend of best friends. Sorry blue bettle! Another blue thing taken your best friend.

You both crash into each other and lay there with loud giggles! Bart and Wally could only stare at you both with either disapproval or maybe relief that you both are fine.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Something About Curly Hair and Any Character You Have in Mind

I've always had a fantasy of someone playing with my curls. Delicately pulling on them, like a kid pulling on a string. Playfully and adoringly watching the curl bounce back. Maybe the person could even praise it, saying it's cute, or beautiful, or mesmerising. Especially if they don't have curly hair.

A few minutes ago, my girl friend did it to me, exactly how I've always dreamed, even if inside I wanted to pull away, afraid that she would mess it up, I didn't, and she didn't, and even if she did, I wouldn't care, because I'm starved. So here's this little scenario that I finally felt courage and inspiration to write.

This was written based on my own experience having 123B hair, that has some volume on it (how do you even measure that??), with definition, so you must imagine it was very indulgent.

Also works for Readers of any race!!!! I just specify they have natural curls, didn't even mention the colour.

Gn!Reader and Gn!Character so you reaaaally can imagine whoever you want. But the character probably doesn't have curly hair, and learns to do different hairstyles on you (it's different doing it on yourself and then doing on other people, so you still can imagine any gender or appearance on them). Sex is mentioned. I'm tagging this with the first characters that come to my mind while writing this, just to make it easier.

Might edit this later because it's currently 3am and I'm sleepy as fuck

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They love you. That means they love everything about you. And they love your hair.

They think the volume is sexy. Think clouds can't be softer. Think the way the light reflects on it is ethereal. Think the curls smells heavenly. Think the shape is unmatched.

When you move your hair, it's like being a kid and having a first crush again. Especially if the action causes the delicate smell of it travel through the air faster than they can blink, and they're swallowed in a fog of you.

When you sleep in the same bed together for the first time, and every other time after, they like to wake up before you. Just to admire your peacefull beauty for a while. Like the rest of the world doesn't exist. That's the best way to start a day.

Sometimes, boredom doesn't get to them because tracing curl patterns in your hair with their eyes is entertainment for a lifetime. Never before have they noticed that someone can have more than one curl texture, and how unique and perfect that mixture can look.

There's moments where they get distracted by you. You, taking their attention from something supposedly more important at that moment. Either you smell too nice, or look too good, or shine too bright. And they just can't seem to find anything more interesting than looking at you and your hair.

The first time they touched it, they were surprised by how soft it was, like cotton. Almost weightless, despite it's volume and length. Other people's hair surely doesn't feel like this. They spend so much time touching it the first time, that you have to ask them to stop, or you wouldn't have a nice hair day the next day. They looked like a kicked puppy, so you taught them to gently scrunch from the bottom.

They think bonnets are funny at first, but not in a bad way. They're not laughing at you. Mostly giggling, actually. They understand you may have needed some courage to look like this with them around. And it's like a tiny, almost nonexistent, relationship goal. To be intimate enough to feel confortable wearing a bonnet in front of your partner. And they love that you have no problem doing it.

They even buy silk sheets and pillows if it might help you. It might be morte confortable and not mess with your hair. And they understands sex while having curly hair might be frustrating at times.

Speaking of, they won't pull or mess with it unless you ask for it. They took very seriously your lesson from the first time. And if you have some instructions to give them on how to do it while causing less damage, then you certainly will lift a weight off some shoulders.

Oh, and the difference of how it looks when it's wet and then dry? They can't believe their eyes for a moment. Logic seems to escape. It feels impossible. But it isn't. And they're amazed. Almost jealous for not being as gorgeous as you. They understand why someone would be jealous of you.

Actually, they partially think others should be. If someone dares to utter you are less than stunning, then oh boy. God help them.

Any styling is great. And they're so in love with you, so focused on you, eyes solely on you, that they think no hairstyle looks as good on other people, as they look on you. Even if you hate it, he thinks it looks way better than it would have on anyone else.

Also, they learn some things. They learns to curl with their fingers, how to put on clips, how to do some braids, or buns, or pigtains, or anything you wear often. Even something you never did, but they think will make you ethereal, they will do it on you. They might not even teach you, just so you'll need them for something.

They feel part of their heart breaking if you straighten it. Sure it looks good. If it makes you happy, than they're happy. But it's far from a favorite look on you. It's not the natural you. And they love you. They might love a modified version of you, but only because they love you. Just the way you are.

And if you ever feel insecure, I assure you, they're gonna fix you right up.

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[dickmedowndc]

Request accepted for...

Bart Allen!

Requested by @oceanabyssal

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Requested a Super/Kryptonian reader, focused on the Young Justice animated series. For a sort of friends-to-lovers story. I think I can make the idea work that was sent in!

I am so happy to add this to the list of stories and I hope you'll enjoy it!

Thank you <3

[novaoutofthisworld]

Y/N: *Sees Bart running around*

Y/N: Why is he running?

Y/N: Hey are you ok ? Is some one chasing you?

Jamie: Y/N he's a speedster-

Y/N: He is? That's normal

Jamie: yeah-

Y/N: Its 7 in the fucking morning

[luvsthanos]

prompt list 

requests or open!

1: “i think i might be in love with you”

2: Saying something flirty mid-fight which catches them off guard, giving you the perfect oppurtunity to strike

3: "I won't go easy on you" and "I don't want you to"

4: "Didn't know you liked being pinned to the ground this much"

5: “Do you want me to slow down for you?” 

6: “I can keep going.” 

7: “I fucking hate you.”

8: “Oh, fuck. say that again.” 

9: "hold my hand" and "absolutely not"

10: "Oh, come on! Don't act like you care!"

11: Never do that again. Please"

12: "Say it, you love me."

13: "Because I want to hear it from that pretty mouth of yours."

14: "Please don't push me away, I love you."

15: "What if someone sees us?"

16: "But I don't care about what anyone else thinks”

17: "You're not my dirty little secret. And I never want you to think that."

18: "We should kiss, Right now."

19: "I have a key, it's not breaking an entering,"

20: "who's apartment are we in?"

21: "Shh! They’ll hear us!"

22: "Get behind me"

23: “Come over here and make me.”

24: “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

25: “Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.” 

you can also make up something an request it if you’d like<3

[underthe-redhood]

our last chance

- a/n: it's mentioned that the reader is the daughter of bruce and selina, but it's never mentioned that she's biologically related, so you could definitely interpret it as her being adopted by them!

8. blueberry icing

- synopsis\\ you watch as dick runs off after batman betrays him for the last time, causing the family to fall apart. after an explosion, and a time machine, with a speedster to help you, you have one last chance to stop history from repeating itself.

• word count: 1,253

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INCOMING CALL: dick :3

you quickly looked up at bart, very nervous about why dick could be calling. "pick up before it goes to voicemail!" bart panicked.

"relax, there's no way we got caught," you tried to reassure him but your tone was dripping with anxiety.

"hey y/n, turns out barbara's not here. she texted saying she got an alert, is everything okay?" he asked.

this wasn't totally unexpected but nonetheless your heartbeat was speeding up. "oh uh, i can probably go down to the batcave and check?" you offered, hoping he wouldn't take you up on it.

"no that's okay, we're probably just gonna pick up some donuts and head back. they have blueberry icing, you really like that one don't you?" he suggested.

"yeah i do, you're the best," you said. saying that out loud made some of the guilt go away, because it reminded you why you were doing all of this.

"anything for you," he chuckled before hanging up. you were a little worried that your plan was going to lead to them having fights; but then that was sort of the point, wasn't it?

"what now?" bart asked you. you thought about it for a second, you couldn't just cause one small inconvenience and then move on to the next step of the plan. obviously you would need to cause several more for this part of the scheme to actually work.

"i think we should keep this up for at least like another week or so,” you told him. he nodded his head at you a little bit.

“won’t it seem suspicious if the problems just suddenly stop though?” he asked with slight concern.

“not necessarily,” you said. “if we can make the problems seem subtle enough then it should just seem like they went through a little rough patch.”

“okay yeah, that makes sense,” he said. “but what exactly are we gonna cause next?” he asked, still not totally clear on the plan. but, to be fair, neither were you as you still hadn’t even perfected the plan yet.

“i’m not really sure yet,” you looked down as you thought about it. “oh!” an idea came to you. “she works at the university’s library, so we could pose some fake events there and convince her to work extra shifts to help out with it. the more time she spends at the library, the less time she’ll have with dick,” you proposed the idea and he looked at you in thought.

“i mean yeah, i don’t see why that wouldn’t work,” he said. “we could also try convincing dick to spend some time going over some extra training with the titans. i know starfire really loves it when he comes back to visit and he seems to enjoy getting to help us out every once in a while.”

“that’s perfect,” you smiled. “then it won’t just be babs ditching dick, so it won’t be a ton of negativity just immediately dumped onto them.” you hugged him out of joy, you were so thrilled because it really seemed like things could actually work out and that you could actually get your brother back.

bart loved that you were hugging him, and he couldn’t deny that being around you felt just a little bit more special every time. it was clear to him that he was falling for you, but it didn’t bother him or freak him out. you had always been so perfect to him, even when he only saw you as a friend. it only made sense to him that he would start to catch romantic feelings for you as well.

however, he could tell that you hadn’t caught onto his actual feelings yet. you just assumed that he was a flirt the same way his cousin was before he finally got a girlfriend. and while bart was a bit like wally in some ways, it was different with you and it always would be. the real question to him, however, was how you felt about him. he knew the feelings of closeness and trust were mutual but he wasn’t sure you reciprocated the same feelings.

and, in a way, he was right. the same way you hadn’t noticed the way that he liked you, you hadn’t picked up on the subtle reasons that had led to you acting the way that you did. you weren’t sure why you let it slip that you thought he was cute. you weren’t sure why you felt bubbly when you tried to think about why you called him cute. you considered the possibility that you liked him, but you weren’t sure if you were overreading your emotions or not. that, and you already had so much to worry about with dick that you didn’t think you even had the time to really think much into it.

and so, you let it go. as special as bart was to you, you knew that you would have to work that out later. at that moment you had to worry about dick. it was a little heartwarming, however, to think about how you would never have to worry about bart. he would always be there for you, and for that you were so thankful.

“i’m sorry about your time machine,” you brought it up as your tone became faintly sorrowful. “i know going back home means a lot to you.”

“it’s okay,” he said. “the longer i stay here the more reason i have not to leave.” you didn’t know that he was referencing you, and he was maybe a little glad about that. you meant so much to him, that he would rather tease you about relationships as a friend then try one out when it wasn’t meant to be and risk everything in the process. as long as he got to be around you, it didn’t really matter to him what role he was playing.

his statement filled you with an odd feeling of joy, and still you weren’t sure why. “still, i’m always here for you too.”

then it was his turn to smile, “thank you y/n, that really does mean a lot.” but then his smile became more of a smirk, “so back to when you said ‘if we ever date’..” he trailed off.

you felt flustered, “oh my god you know what i meant!” but there was still that little voice in your head that wanted you to put more thought into it then, rather than later. because, did you know what you meant?”

“i’m just saying, fake dating is such a common trope that your brothers would never suspect it as part of a plan to rewrite the timeline,” he was doing a damn good job at selling you.

“i feel like we might just end up there with the grave i’ve been digging for myself,” you warned him. “why do you want this so bad? is this your way of secretly getting me to fall madly in love with you,” you joked.

“maybe it is, maybe it isn't,” he said with a goofy grin. he was so charming, you really were glad that the two of you became friends– even if it was under tragic circumstances. “i should probably get going before they all come back, though.”

you nodded, “i’ll call you tonight?” he had taken a few steps back but was still looking at you.

“i’m looking forward to it birdie,” he winked, and then he sped off leaving you feeling flustered once again.

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Lol, I was thinking of a pairing for a voodoo or vodou!reader, and all of a sudden Bartholomew Henry Allen II popped into my mind, and I can't get over it. It's like Bart falling in love with the reader because under all that weird, creepy, and mysterious aloof personality, there's a dork ready to emerge. He sees how your face lights up when he mentions one of your interests; he knows how socially awkward you are, but you still make an effort to hold a conversation. When I think about their relationship, it reminds me of Asa and Denji from Chainsaw Man. They're that weird couple that just works so well together. They'll go on a date to the aquarium while being high as hell, holding hands and watching the jellyfish glow and swim by. Bart will gladly be your sacrifice for whatever magical nonsense you're up to. He's your dream blunt rotation. I also feel like their relationship will give off Jessica Rabbit and Roger Rabbit vibes, with the voodoo reader being all fashionable and put together, and there's your boyfriend who can't tie his own tie. You can't help but laugh. "Their so mysterious!" "He's so fucking dumb; I just want to kiss him!" Everyone is like, "What do you see in him?" and you'll sigh with dreamy eyes at the world.

Bart: Flowers for you, babe!

*Bart holding out a thing of lettuce for you*

Vodou!reader: Oh, it's lovely!~

*The Batfam is now confused about why you have a bouquet of lettuce in a floral vase in your room.*

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Shut Up! | Bart Allen x villain!reader

Bart Allen x fem! Reader

Based off this imagine I made.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Violence. Blood(tiny). Smutty! Just go ahead and read the imagine if you don’t want spoilers. Slight smut. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 with full on smut😏

notes: female reader. Villain reader. Villain name never mentioned. Race or appearance of reader never mentioned.

a/n: dude I was minding my business when this scenario popped into my head and now I just have to share it with the world. Enjoy!

———

Being chained up to a chair with his feet being bound together isn’t how Bart thought he’d spend his Friday night.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in Gotham. He protects Central City with Wally. Kinda. Wally doesn’t really like Bart as a sidekick. He was more of Max Mercury’s sidekick.

Max was probably worried out of his mind. He just really hoped Max wouldn’t show up or try to look for him, or else he’d find something he doesn’t need to know.

Bart has a secret. A secret crush on a certain Batman villain. Ever since he had to fight her with the young justice team, he was smitten.

His favorite pass time is running to Gotham city and foiling her plan before heading off to go hang out with Tim.

She would always catch him, she always did. And he would always let her. He loved it. A game of cat and mouse.

He loved watching her smile in victory as she caught him. He loved watching her integrate him. And he especially loved annoying her.

Like right now. He could vibrate his molecules and get out of the ropes, but what’s the fun in that?

She had caught him by freezing the ground and him falling into a trap she had made. She than knocked him out and tied him to a chair.

She stood in front of him with a scowl. She didn’t enjoy this game as much as he did. Her mask had been removed, giving Bart a few look at her face. She stared him down before smiling.

“Butch you can leave.” You said to your guard standing by the door. He left and closed the door, leaving the room in a dark cast.

The lights from outside the windows cast shadows across your features. The only other light was a small one back behind Bart, giving him the tiniest bit light to see your face.

“Impulse.” You stated “why do you always pop up and ruin everything?” You asked, no malice in your tone, Bart noted. Only curiosity.

“Well when you’re about to do something bad it’s kinda my job to come stop you.” Bart said as he smiled at you.

“Hmm” you hummed as you moved to a table full of weapons.

You grabbed a knife and turned to face him. Bart watched as you walked up to him slowly before leaning down to be at his eye level.

“You know,” you started with a sly smile “usually, I’d let you off with a warning. Maybe a slap on the wrist.” You whispered to him as you raised the knife to his face.

“but today you didn’t just mess up my plan. No.” You whispered with fake sorrow. You dragged the knife against his jaw, causing Bart to let out a breath. “You messed up the Bane’s plan too.”

Bart sucked in a breath. He didn’t know that. Obviously, he could put run Bane, but that didn’t change the fact that he was scared of him.

“Yea so, now I have to teach you a real lesson Impulse. Either with me or Bane. Take your pick.”

“Oh I’d much rather be punished by you.” Bart said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Your smile turned to an annoyed look. “Suit yourself.” You dug the knife at his neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt.

Bart winced in pain, but another idea popped into his head. Acting like his name, he impulsively took action.

“So what do you do when you’re not trying to kill me?” He asked teasingly. The smirk on his face prevalent.

Your face slipped for a minute before the walls were back up again. “Is that really what you’re asking right now?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Well,” he started staring you right in the eyes, you could finally see the color of them. A nice golden brown. “I figured since your bodyguard wasn’t in here anymore, we could get to know each other a little more.” He smiled seductively.

Your blush was very noticeable, especially since your mask was off. “But- stop trying to distract me from your punishment.” You said sternly, though Bart was not convinced.

“Well I normally wouldn’t let someone tie me up the first official date, but you’re a special exception.” Bart winked. “So, at least tell me about yourself, since I’m being so nice.” He looked at you with faux innocence. You won’t lie, the look on his face was turning you on. You had to figure out a way to have him keep the look on his face.

You quickly remember that Bane would have your head if you didn’t take care of Impulse. Your need for survival trumped the need between your legs.

“That’s a vague question.” You say as you resume moving your knife against his neck, watching the goosebumps that it leaves in its wake.

“Huh?” Bart asked.

“Thats a vague question. Be specific. What did you want to know?” You ask as your knife slowly pierces the skin of his neck.

He hisses at the pain, before almost chocking on air. You moved your head towards his neck and licked the blood off of his neck. Bart stares at you, completely turned on and kinda scared.

You watched as the cut immediately healed itself, leaving no scar. You notice his shocked staring and laugh.

“How about a deal? Every question I answer, you have to answer one of mine. Deal?” You asked as you made the same innocent look he had given you earlier.

He nodded dumbly and you smiled.

“So too fast too furious, what’s your question?” You asked him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his smile returning.

Your knife continued on its path across his neck going up to his jaw line.

“Y/N” you said as your knife gently touched his jaw line. He breathed out, liking the sensation of it gently touching him. “Your turn.” He tells you.

“Why do you heal so fast?” You asked as he breathed deeply. You were genuinely curious.

“Super fast metabolism.” he breathed as your knife made its way to the end of his suit by his neck.

Your knife gently teared the spandex, revealing more skin to slice at. His skin was incredibly soft. Slightly tan with freckles all over the part of his now exposed shoulder.

“Why are you working for Bane?” He asked. You weren’t really a villain in his eyes. More of an anti hero. You didn’t really harm people. You helped bad guys though, but you didn’t seemed fond of that.

“Cause I have to.” You said, still mesmerized by the goosebumps you were creating on his supple skin.

He figured he can ask you about it another day. Right now he didn’t want anything to stop you from dragging the knife all over him.

“Why do you always come to Gotham? I thought you and the flash protect Central City. That’s like two states away.” You say you start to cut the skin of his shoulder gently.

He breathes out a whine as it hurts. You try not to focus on the way that noise made you feel.

“What do you think sweetheart? Why am I here?” You might have been intimidated by his words if you weren’t meant to be torturing him.

You grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head back fast. He whined again and stared at you in shock.

“I asked you a question, speedy!” You say, giving him a dangerous look.

He stares at you in shock and overwhelmed lust. You smirk and decide to sit on his lap instead of kneeling on the floor.

You let go of his hair and go back you his shoulder. Watching the blood drip down a little. You saw the cut had healed and just to turn him on more, you lean down and lick the blood up his shoulder. You lick a little higher than where the blood stopped just to mess with him.

“Because I wanted to see you.” He states. Blushing madly.

You look up at him, and look through his goggles into his eyes. You saw shame and embarrassment. He’s telling the truth.

You won’t lie, that statement might have made your day, hell, your week. You try to hide the smile on your face but miserably fail. You had a lot of body image issues growing up and were bullied heavily, it was nice to find out someone actually wanted to see you, not just for a business deal.

“Your turn.” You tell him, still a little giddy.

“Why do you always kidnap me?” He asked with a handsome smile.

“You always try to stop me. So why not just stop you before you can?” You say as you pick your knife back up and continue your assault of his skin.

your hand pulls down the fabric a bit that had been cut on his shoulder, revealing part of his chest.

Bart sucks in a breath. Waiting for your next move.

“Why aren’t you actually hurting me?” Bart asked. You looked up at Impulse.

“Do you want me to actually hurt you?” You whisper as your kinda gently trails down from his shoulder.

“No.” He said as the cool knife hits his chest.

“I’m not gonna hurt cause I don’t want to.” You say turning back to work.

“But won’t the henchmen outside notice I’m not hurt?” Bart asked.

“What do you mean?” You asks as you slice a tiny shallow part of his right pec.

Bart makes a small whimper at the sensation, as another better idea pops into his head.

“Like don’t people who are tortured usually scream and make noise?” He asks in a seductive voice.

Your knife stopped moving again and you look at him and see his eyes blown out with lust. Your mind made a decision before you could stop yourself. You leaned down and licked up the blood before dragging your tongue up his shoulder to his neck, before sucking on the skin of his neck.

Bart moaned as he leaned more into your touch. The noise he made went straight to your core.

You pulled back, a tiny bit of blood on the corner of your mouth. Your hands went into Impulses hair and you gently tugged, causing him to leg out another whine. You moved your sitting position so that your legs were straddling his.

“Yea. I suppose they do. You wanna help me make this sound real?” You ask as your hand move onto his face, pushing his goggles up so you can see his eyes.

“Yes.” Bart says as he felt his dick harden against your thigh.

“Good boy.” You say before leaning in to kiss Bart.

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anyone want a part 2?

Edit: Part 2 here

[mintyys-blog]

JUST A GAME | bart allen x reader

DC COMICS MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: jealous

a/n: couldn’t reply to the direct ask

The arcade lights were a blur of neon reds and electric blues, the air humming with the sounds of vintage game music and button mashing. It was rare that the Outsiders got a night off, and even rarer that Gar let it be fun instead of a team-building exercise disguised as training.

You had a bucket of tokens in one hand and a soda in the other, casually leaning against a machine while scanning the crowd.

“Yo!” Bart skidded to a stop beside you, sneakers squeaking slightly on the floor. “You, uh, using that racing game?”

You glanced at it, then back at him with a small smile. “Thinking about it.”

Bart chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Cool. Cool. I just… saw it was open and, you know, figured I’d check in. Not that I was watching or anything.” His words came faster than usual—not in a super speed way, just… nervous fast.

You raised an eyebrow. “Watching who?”

Bart’s eyes darted away. “Nobody. You. I mean—not you you. Like, the general… area. That you’re standing in.”

You smirked.

Before the moment could go any further, Cissie stepped up, inserting herself smoothly between you and Bart. “Hey, Bart,” she said brightly. “Wanna try that claw machine again with me? You were, like, this close to getting that stuffed tiger earlier.”

Bart blinked, caught off guard. “Uh—right. Yeah. Maybe in a sec.”

Her smile tightened. “You’ve been hanging around this machine for a while.”

Bart shrugged. “I’m just pacing myself.”

Cissie’s eyes flicked briefly to you, and even though her smile didn’t fade, something in her gaze sharpened.

“Come on,” she said lightly, tugging at Bart’s sleeve. “You promised you’d win me a prize.”

You pretended to be busy sipping your drink, but your ears were wide open.

“I did?” Bart asked, genuinely confused.

“You said ‘I got you next time,’” Cissie reminded him, almost pouting. “This is next time.”

Bart gave a sheepish laugh. “Right, right… I guess I did.”

As she led him away, he glanced over his shoulder at you, eyes catching yours for just a second. Quick. Soft. But enough.

You looked down, trying to hide the sudden warmth in your face.

⸻

Later, you wandered past the photo booth and saw Bart leaning against it, alone now, fiddling with some tickets he’d won.

He noticed you immediately. “Hey,” he said, quieter this time. “Claw machine was rigged.”

“Was it?” you teased. “Or did you just want an excuse to sneak off?”

He smiled, almost shy. “Maybe both.”

Before you could say anything else, Cissie appeared again, tickets in hand. She looked between the two of you, expression neutral—but her posture was tighter now.

“There you are,” she said to Bart. “Thought we were trading tickets.”

Bart gave a little laugh, glancing at you before pushing off the booth. “Right. Let’s go, team effort.”

As they walked off together, Bart looked back once more, mouthing a quick, subtle: save me.

You smiled and shook your head.

He might have been fast, but when it came to his feelings for you… he was taking it slow. And somehow, that made it even sweeter.

You didn’t even mean to mention it out loud.

You and Bart were walking past the prize counter, looking at the ridiculous number of tickets needed to win anything worthwhile. He was cracking jokes about the tiny plastic rings and off-brand candy, and you were laughing… until you spotted it.

A stuffed alien—not scary, more adorable than anything. Round face, oversized eyes, three-fingered hands clutching a little heart. Probably meant to be cheesy. But something about it made your face light up.

“That one’s cute,” you said, pointing casually. “Way too many tickets, though.”

“Yeah,” Bart said quietly. “Kinda crazy, huh?”

And that was it. You didn’t think twice about it. But when you turned to look at him again, Bart’s smile seemed softer… thoughtful, even.

You didn’t press it.

Instead, you patted your stomach and glanced around. “I’m starving. Think I’m gonna grab something from the snack bar. You coming?”

Bart blinked, then quickly shook his head. “Nah, I’m good. I’m just gonna… mess around a little more.”

“Alright,” you said, heading off with a wave. “Don’t bankrupt the token machine.”

He gave a small laugh, but the moment you walked away, he was already on the move.

⸻

Twenty Minutes Later…

The rest of the team had gathered by a row of tables near the pizza counter, laughing and swapping stories. You had a slice of greasy pizza on your plate and a cherry slush in hand, but your mind drifted a little.

Where was Bart?

You hadn’t seen him in a while.

Unbeknownst to you, Bart had gone full-on mission mode—whipping through games with practiced precision, maximizing every point, snatching perfect jackpots with calculated moves. He was a blur of focus and determination, eyes occasionally darting to the prize counter to check on the plush.

Cissie had passed by once, but Bart didn’t even notice her. He was zoned in.

Finally, after what felt like a thousand tickets and an entire bucket of tokens, he hit his goal.

With a triumphant, quiet little “Yes!” to himself, Bart zipped to the prize counter, exchanging the tickets as casually as possible—heart hammering like he’d just fought a villain instead of an arcade machine.

He tucked the plush behind his back and waited.

⸻

As the team was heading out…

Everyone was gathering by the exit, talking about where to go next. You were laughing at something Virgil said when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You turned.

“Bart! Oh my god!” you gasped, eyes wide as he revealed the very same stuffed alien you’d pointed out earlier. You immediately snatched it from his hands, holding it to your chest like a treasure.

“You—how did you even—? That’s, like… so many tickets!”

He shrugged casually, trying to play it cool. “Guess I got lucky.”

You didn’t hesitate.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek, giggling. “Thank you! I love it.”

Bart went still, blinking a few times before a small, crooked smile crept onto his face. “Worth every ticket,” he muttered, cheeks flushed.

Cissie stood a few feet away, frozen mid-step, eyes locked on the two of you. She didn’t say anything—but the way her smile faded ever so slightly didn’t go unnoticed by Violet, who gently looped her arm around Cissie’s and steered her toward the zeta tube.

You clutched the stuffed alien like it was magic, falling in step beside Bart.

“Wanna walk with me?” you asked.

His face lit up instantly. “Yeah. Yeah, totally.”

As the rest of the team headed off, you and Bart stayed just a little behind—close, quiet, and wrapped in that soft, shy kind of warmth that only comes from something real starting to bloom.

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[ phone blurb pt2 ]

the gas station at two in the morning is a completely different world. it's bright, buzzing, and weirdly sacred and you're convinced the lights are hanging on for dear life. the world outside is asleep, all usual chaos dialed down to a soft hum in the distance, but in here? in here, bart allen is having a crisis over a slushie machine.

"okay, okay, okay, just hear me out. what if I do half blue raspberry, half cherry, and like.. a swirl technique? like those intentional, supposed to be artistic kind of swirls, not just ‘oh no, i messed up the cup placement’ swirl." his hands are already moving too fast, the lever pulled before you can even answer and for a moment, you wonder why he even asks questions.

you barely get a breath in before there's a mess.

you reach to pluck a stack of napkins from the counter as bart looks down at his sticky fingers with genuine betrayal, as if he genuinely wasnt expecting it. the gas station clerk could not possibly care less.

by the time you step outside, bart has three different slushies, a stolen sip of yours, and a brain freeze so intense he’s clutching his forehead like he’s having a vision from the speed force. "ggaahh! i always do this!" he groans, stomping his foot like an upset toddler. "why do they make it taste so good if it’s gonna hurt?"

you shake your head, taking another sip, like a normal human being, as he pouts at you. "because your name betrays you."

bart gasps, scandalized, actually looking over your attempt at a dry joke. 'i have amazing impulse control."

"mmmmhm. keep telling yourself that."

despite taking another sip and regretting it, his grin is still there. bright, carefree, and the kind of thing that makes the night feel warmer. the hum of the city sounds in the background but in this quiet little pocket of time, it's just you and him and the neon glow of gas station lights.