#dc kid flash

[fishyfcuk]

teen titans 2003 #9

[invincibledc]

“Pft, jealous? Me?!!!”

Wally West/Kid Flash x Tamaranean! Male reader

Genre: slight angst & fluff

Warning: miscommunication

Jealousy! What a dumb word, especially to Wally as he just watched you kissed someone for information. Wait…What the fu—

“KF? Dude snap out of it.” Wally snapped out of his trance, seeing you talk the same language as the person who you wanted information from. Robin just frowns seeing his best friend dazed out. “Dude, you cool? Remember to stay whelmed.” “I’m whelmed..” Wally says gruffly as he looked away from you. Robin seemed to pick up quick, seeing you wave the stranger good bye while Wally was acting as if miss Martian said no to getting her cookies.

“Jealous?” “No!” Wally says quickly to the Robin. Robin kept smirking, “well if you say so.”

It’s been two days after that and he hasn’t talked to you since. Was it bad he felt bad for basically ghosting you in real life? He did but he couldn’t help but feel his heart break seeing you kiss someone so carelessly! Sure you can copy languages through kiss. But..why did it hurt when he saw you doing that..

You kissed him when you came onto earth, bonded with him most, he taught you how to be an earth kid. And even…became someone special to you. For you, you sulked. You missed your Wally. And Robin was comforting you, telling you that Wally needs to get use to your usage of ways to get through language barriers. You were thinking that Wally must hate you as you started to cry, Robin immediately patted your back awkwardly as he goes to talk to his best pal.

“Wally dude, talk to him. He thinks you hate him.” Wally looked at dick who seemed to frown in disappointment at the speedster. “I..I don’t know how! And I don’t hate him..I love him..” Wally says with a frown, a rosy tint to his tan cheeks. “Well, tell that to Fire! Cause he’s bawling his eyes out right now.” That’s all Wally needed to hear before he sped off to you. Immediately he stopped in front of you. Your glowing red fiery hair and green glowing eyes made him feel like he was seeing you for the first time.

Your teary eyes widened at the sight of the speedster, dried tear stains. “Wally?” You said softly with a raspy voice. Wally frowned with sincere guilt at how you looked and sounded. He caused that. “Hey Y/N….” You sniffled as you floated towards him. Wearing your home wear while your fiery hair floats with fire trails. “Wally..do you..hate me?” “What! No..I could never hate you Fire…” he says, wiping away any tears. He soon grabs your two hands with his. “Then why…push me away? What have I done wrong?…” you questioned with urgency, you wanted Wally to speak to you. To make you feel not so confused.

“It’s…pretty dumb.” He grips your hands with his. You narrow your eyes, “if it is so dumb. Then I do not matter?” Wally eye’s immediately widen before pulling you more towards him. Making you stop floating and having your feet to the ground. “No! Not at all, you do matter to me Fire. A lot actually. It’s just that when I saw you kiss that guy. Even if it was for information. It..stung me to think of you kissing anyone else but me. We built such a great friendship..or relationship with each other that I thought…” he paused, realizing at this point he was confessing to you.

“You thought we were something” Wally nodded looking down at your hands linked with his. You smiled, feeling your [color/orange] cheeks heat up. “I also thought as well. I would like to be something with you Wally.” You said softly. Wally looks up surprised, you let go of his hands. Cupping his face, then finally putting your lips against his. Your warm body heat made him melt against your touch. His arms start to wrap around your waist, despite you being tall. Wally felt like the man for scoring you right now.

“Ahem!” Wally immediately break the kiss but not the hold on you as his face was certainly red while you smiled and kissed his cheek. Dick stood there smirking, “I see you two finally made up?” You stopped cupping Wally’s face. “Yes we have! It is amazing news that me and Wally are meant to be!” Dick smiles to hear this, clapping for his best friend who seemed to stare lovingly at you.

“Awesome..but just don’t kiss infront of the team, or in any room.” Dick says before leaving. Wally could only roll his eyes before you kiss his cheek again. “I shall mail a letter to my family about our love hehehe!” You flew off quickly. Leaving a speedster who felt like the luckiest boy alive other than fastest.

[serials1nner]

i hate children

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

stay cool it’s just a kiss—

oh, why you gotta be so talkative?

college trackstar!wally west x reader

a sequel to this fic

18+ content, MDNI.

readers can expect: hijinks in both the shower and locker room, an undefined relationship. wally being a lovable ass.

your heart pounds as you wait for the shot to go off, your mantra banging out a steady beat in your thoughts in comparison.

runfastrunfastrunfastrunfastrunfastthey’reallwatchingrunfastfasterthanthemrunfastfasterthanthepeoplebehindyourunfastrunfastrunfastrunfastrunfastrunfast—

it plays out the same way it always does, your body in high alert while your brain defaults itself down to its most basic level of function: move.

it’s just practice, but races are always the same in your mind, no matter the time or place. it’s probably bad to always put the pressure on yourself like you do, but, who cares if it helps you run the way you do?

wally whoops, yelling the name of a different girl in position next to you at the blocks. he cheers her on before the race has even begun, clapping loudly.

suddenly the stream of your thoughts breaks like they’re hit by a bomb, fractured, exploding and ping-ponging to every different part of your brain.

there’s no way.

a burning feeling makes its way into your chest, burrowing in under your ribcage to settle next to your heart.

what the fuck is he doing?

the shot goes off, and you burst into a sprint, the wind whistling in your ears as you pass the girls you’re racing, feet flying beneath you.

you hear some of the other guys cheering, coach exclaiming with his hand on his head in disbelief.

you run past the finish, slowing and stumbling into a jog, a walk. you turn in surprise, the rest of the girls still sprinting towards you.

wally laughs, and it’s all you can hear: a smug cackle that seeps into your skin and pisses you off.

“10.58,” coach yells out, and the team erupts into shocked sounds and chatter. another girl pats you on the back, smiling warmly at you.

it takes a second to remember you’re at practice.

you do the cool down stretches with the team, refusing to look towards wally or the storage shed.

coach dismisses everyone, but you linger, watching everyone walk out. you still feel weird. not right. that nasty little burning feeling is still sitting pretty in your chest, and you intend to sweat it out.

your shoes hit the ground, the rough pounding unbelievably therapeutic.

you run sixteen laps around the track, or four miles if you’re counting, the spring sun harsh when you’re under it that long.

you wipe sweat from your forehead, stalking towards your bag. you sling it over your shoulder, trudging to the locker room on tingly legs.

you walk in, a little surprised it’s still open. coach is pretty quick to leave after thursday afternoon practices, citing poker night. usually he has someone lock up for him, but the locker rooms and surrounding hallways are like a ghost town.

you look sweaty, properly worked out, your face flushed and the muscles in your legs in high definition from such an intensive workout.

your shorts have ridden up, and when you close the locker room door behind you, locking it, the glimpse he gets of your ass sends all his blood straight to his cock.

he steps out from where he’d been standing, bracing for when you turn back around.

“shit, wally!” you nearly jump out of your skin, dropping your bag in surprise.

“sorry, sorry,” he smiles, not looking the least bit apologetic. he stoops down, folding his long frame to pick up your bag for you. you snatch it from him, sliding it back over your shoulder.

“what are you doing in here, anyways?”

“waiting for you.” he replies, simply. he leans against a bank of lockers, crossing his arms as he watches you.

“creep.” you say, spitting the word at him. he shrugs, his eyes twinkling.

“some would say, yeah.”

you roll your eyes, scoffing.

“that's not a good thing, west.”

“never said so, babe.”

you sigh, about to walk past him. you must be too tired to wipe your expression, because he stops you.

“what, gorgeous? what’sa matter?”

you stop in front of him, looking up into his ridiculously blue eyes.

you couldn’t bear to let him know that around lap 9 you realized what you were so upset over. it’d be too embarrassing.

“c’mon, please? talk to me.” he says, tentatively placing a hand on your waist. his thumb rubs reassuring circles on your still burning hot skin, and it feels like all the tension in your body is slowly sapped by his touch.

you sigh, resigning yourself to it. he’s not gonna let up unless you say something.

“why were you cheering for her?” you ask, cringing at yourself. you feel like a turtle on its belly, weaknesses out for the world to see. for one particular redheaded boy to see.

“‘cause i knew you’d respond well to a little motivation, quicksilver,” he says, smirking.

you blink at him.

“and you did.”

you stand rooted to the spot, mouth agape.

“you’re the worst, wally. i can’t believe you!” you snap, shoving his hand off as you walk towards your locker. you throw your track bag in, about to grab the stuff for your shower when you feel him behind you. you whirl around, fire in your eyes.

“you are so annoying!” you say, poking him in the chest for emphasis.

wally’s matching your look, but his has a different undertone.

“do something about it then, babe.” he says, his voice going deeper as he runs his eyes up and down your body. you’re hit with the realization that your underwear is soaked, and you roll your eyes, stepping closer.

“just shut the fuck up, west.”

he nods, happily, meeting you halfway when you rush in to press your lips on his.

you’re nothing but fire, heat barely contained under the surface of your skin as you mash your mouth to his. your tongues intertwine, dancing in a fight for dominance. you bite his lip, and he smacks your ass with a firm hand. you feel his smile as he kisses you, his body melding into yours as you press into him.

his aggressively hard cock presses into your hip, the length of it positively mouthwatering.

you tug at his hair, running your hands past the shorn sides to grip into the mane pluming across the top of his head down to his neck.

he moans into your mouth, and you pull away, yanking his shorts down.

you drop to sit on the low bench running against the lockers, pulling him so he stands between your open legs.

he brushes your sweaty hair out of your face as you tug his boxers down, his at-attention cock springing free.

it bobs, twitching as he watches you bite your lips. the hair it’s rooted in is a little darker than the hair on his head, freckles sprinkled across it, the tip a mesmerizing shade of pink.

a bead of pre glistens in the harsh fluorescent light and you swear your mouth waters.

you pump your hands over the length of it, moaning around it as you pull him further into your mouth.

“unbelievable,” he says, his eyelids fluttering. you brace your hands on his hips, his tip touching the back of your throat, but he pats your hand, shaking his head.

“gonna make me finish, pretty girl.”

you pull him out of your mouth, pumping the wet mixture of your spit and his pre over his tip, the shaft.

“and?”

you blink, and he’s maneuvered the two of you, spinning so that you’re in front of him, facing away. he pulls your shirt until your tits are exposed, bouncing as they snap out of the constraints of your bra. his hands are pulled to them like magnets, kneading and teasing your nipples as he suckles on your neck, grinding his cock into your ass.

“and maybe i’m not done with you yet,” wally says, gritting the words out. he pulls your bottoms down, and they fall around your ankles, your underwear stuck midthigh.

he presses a hand onto your back, and you bend down, touching your toes.

wally swallows hard at the view, your heart-shaped ass facing up at him. he slots himself at your entrance, and you wiggle your hips to pull it in further, earning a groan from wally.

“oh, just like that, pretty girl, that’s right,” wally says, mumbling and hissing as you sink down onto his cock. his eyes are closed, the look on his face worshipful.

he lets you take your pleasure, his hands steady on your hips as you rock back and forth. his eyes are glued to the connection between you two, the way his cock looks as it’s disappearing deep into you.

“use me, babe,” wally grits out, and you take him on his word, pulling forward to slam him back into the lockers. the stinging of his back just adds to the building pleasure, and you hook your hands onto the back of his thighs to better brace yourself.

you’re relentless, your feet planted as you slam your ass onto his cock again and again, wally’s groans just fueling the fire you feel threatening you burn you up as pleasure ignites all over your body.

you’ve been eerily quiet, like you’re depriving him of his favorite sounds on purpose, but now you’re panting, moaning and gasping as you clench around him.

“walls, i’m—”

your eyes roll back, and you lose the end of that sentence into pleasure as you shake against him, his arms swooping in to pull you upright. wally supports you, your back to his front, his hand snaking around your side to rub your clit.

your body racks with tremors as he pulses his fingers against the little bud at the crest of your pussy, your breathing labored as you lean against him.

“good job, baby,” he says, voice soft in your ear. “took me so well, i knew you could.”

the praise makes you shiver, his hands running up and down your torso as he tries to memorize the way you feel pressed into him like this.

you’re in a daze, exhausted and overwrought, pleasure still pulsing through your nervous system. you’re vaguely aware of wally pulling your shirt and bra over your head, slipping your shoes off, your shorts and underwear after. he piles them on the bench together, setting his clothes next to yours.

wally picks you up like you’re as light as a feather, slinging you over one shoulder like nothing.

you gasp, surprised, and pound a fist into his shoulder.

“what are you doing??” you ask, and he replies with quick slap on your ass, not bothering to respond.

he walks you to the shower, carefully setting you back onto your feet and standing in front of you. he turns on the water, blocking you from the cold spray as it warms up, kissing your neck.

he squirts a huge pile of body wash into his hand, lathering it with the water until it’s a soapy mess.

he runs his hands over your arms, your neck, your armpits, your chest, dutifully washing away the sweat, the tension from your body, even crouching to get your legs as he leaves no square inch of you unwashed.

he quickly washes himself, and once he’s rinsed, he turns back to you, pull you in for a kiss.

it’s not long before he’s hard again, and you wrap your hand around his length as you suck on his bottom lip, pumping hard. you twist your wrist as you pull up, and he’s moaning into your mouth, kissing you harder.

his hips buck him further into your hand, and he grabs your wrist, making you let go.

“not yet,” wally murmurs into your mouth, and you nod, cupping his face with your hands while you kiss him.

“not still mad, are you?” he asks, and you break the kiss, sighing as you settle into his embrace, leaning your head onto his chest.

“no, wally.”

“good.” he replies, his tone positively gleeful. it causes a giggle to rise in your throat, and you smile up at him. his cheeks turn red, and you blink, butterflies swirling in your stomach.

“‘cause you’re my little quicksilver, huh? so fast, aren’t you?” he says, recovering.

you nod, and he kisses you sloppily, water mingling with spit as you breathe each other in, slick skin pressed together. he nudges a knee between your thighs, and you rock your hips, grinding your pussy on his freckled skin.

“faster than you,” you moan out, and the incredulous look on his face makes you cackle.

“never,” wally says, walking you backwards. he picks you up again, pressing you against the wall.

you smile at him lazily, hooking your ankles around his back.

“need more already?” you ask, your fingers lacing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“with you, it seems like i can’t get enough,” he replies, hoping you’ll be just sleepy enough that you won’t put too much stock into his words. he needs to bide his time. get his act together.

wally slots himself at your entrance, the wet warmth that hits his tip already threatening him to go overboard. he holds his breath, seating himself to the hilt, watching you close your eyes.

he keeps the pace light, but he feels his speed starting to course through his muscles as he calls to it, using it to snap his hips into yours.

your mouth falls open, your eyebrows furrowing, and he knows he’s got you again, sliding his hand up your thigh until his thumb hits your clit, vibrating against it. your eyes are squeezed shut, but his body is a blur, his whole being moving to give you pleasure as quickly as (in)humanly possible.

you sob as he pulls you to the edge again, your whole body shaking as he holds you against the shower tile.

“west,” you moan out, barely able to form words still. “so good, please—,” you cry, pleading like wally wouldn’t give you everything and more without you having to ask.

and he does, coming inside of you as you come apart around his cock, the physical evidence of your combined pleasure obvious in the white ring of fluid on his shaft.

you fall into him, and he slips himself out before setting your feet back onto the ground, stretching his arm out. his elbow had begun to ache from the awkward position, muscle mass and endurance no match for an old break.

you pass him your towel to use after you finish drying off, a content smile washing your features in a glow. he has to fight the urge to ask to keep it, using it to dry himself off instead.

he watches you get dressed, apply deodorant, a spritz of perfume.

wally can’t look away, admiring your still-drying hair, the way your sweats and tank top hug your figure, feet in a pair of comfy post-practice slides.

luckily, wally had a new change of clothes in his own locker, a fresh team t-shirt that shows off his muscular torso, fighting to stay together over his shoulders and biceps.

you make sure everything’s to rights: bag in locker, wally in clothes, shower off, soap in locker.

you turn to him and nod, and have to swallow down your surprise at the look in his eyes.

his pupils are huge, his gaze full of warmth. but oddly enough, he says nothing, just smiles at you.

wally holds out an arm to you, and you loop your hand up to hold onto his bicep. you’d seen the way he was nursing his elbow earlier, and you weren’t about to put more stress on it.

he glances to the locker bank you’d fucked him against as he walks you out, his head whipping around for a double take. the locker he’d been leaning against had a dent the size of his back in the door.

he blinks, his eyebrow cocking. how the fuck had you done that?

did you..

no. wally smiles to himself, shaking his head.

there was no way you had super strength.

post divider courtesy of: @enchanthings-a !!!

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this fic is dedicated to mimi’s old track elbow and vee’s dented lockers.

to my girls @yeet-ya-chickenstrips and @cottage-worm you were the lifeblood of this fic and i can’t wait to see what kind of idea y’all help me come up with next. thank you so so much.

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also a/n..

disclaimer: the comic panels used above are for the fact that he has a mullet. wally is 15 in those comics but he is college aged and in his 20s in this fic. i in no way endorse writing or reading explicit sexual content about minors and again, absolutely promise i used those pics solely for the fact that he has a specific hair cut. if anyone wants to find me other comic panels where he’s mulleted and over eighteen, be my guest 🤍

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[suppernerd]

First meeting ☀️🌑

I like to imagine Robin being the first “kid sidekick” kf thought he was really cool

[eldoradoed]

Artist alley update!

So! I've been sketching some stuff and I can say I'll have available this:

First Order:

— Blue Beetle (YJ): around 2 stickers, 2 side keychain, pins, A4 prints

— Bart Allen (Impulse): 1 alone sticker; Best Buddies (character interaction) Stickers with Jaime and another with Conner and Tim, pins, A4 and A5 prints

— Eduardo Dorado Jr (YJ): 1 alone sticker, shipp sticker with Bart, "Happy Father's day" sticker w/ Eduardo Dorado Senior, shipp pin with Bart, A5 prints (some with shipps), he will probably be included on some of Bart's A4 prints

Second order:

— Blue Beetle (Movie): 2 stickers, "Family always come first" sticker and keychain, 2 sides keychain, pins and A5 and A4 stickers

— Tim Drake (Comics and YJ series): 1 sticker alone, "Batfamily" Sticker, pin and keychain, "Young Justice Team" sticker, pin and keychain, diverse shipp Keychain, stickers, pins (e.g. Cassie and Tim in YJ series or Tim and Bernard), pins, A4 and A5 prints and book markers

— Superboy (comics and Yj series): diverse stickers, "superfamily" sticker, pin and keychain, the YJ bundle mentioned in Tim's point, again the diverse Shipp bundle (e.g. Superboy And Miss Martian in YJ animated series, Superboy and Tim Drake, etc (I accept suggestions tho)), diverse prints and pins.

The rest of plans will be announced soon so as pre-orders!!! :3

(random gift just to engage the post lmao)

[k4txlulzz]

i need more teen titans go birdflash they are so underrated (this version specifically)

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Wally West/Kid Flash (11th November)

Young Justice

[kalsdontfoud]

First encounter and repitition.

(Im baaaaaaaaack!!!!)

[eliancexd]

I drew my baby again I love wally so much

[artysfame]

Fan casting Ross Lynch as Wally West for a new DC series ⚡️🏃

[fishyfcuk]

teen titans 2003 #7

[invincibledc]

i haven't made it very clear either-

i was refering to the Brother Figure fic but with Kid Flash xb

“Brother Figure!?”

Pairing: Platonic!Wally West x Reader

Summary: Having a speedster as a brother figure is wild! Especially when you’re the youngest on the team

Genre: fluff

Note: y/n is younger than Robin by a few months, but is still 13. based on this work -> brother figure w/Conner Kent

Robin looks at the teenager who sat beside him, watching Cartoon Network closely. Seeing that the network was playing a show called “Courage the Cowardly Dog”.

“Hey Y/N?”

He only gets a hum from the kid beside him, he leans back on the couch. “Yknow, despite out of everyone on this team. You and Wally sure have a sibling.”

This peaks the interest of the teenager by him. “What do you mean?” With raised brows, not able to show his identity yet with his shades. “What do I mean? He’s literally like a brother to you?!”

-FLASHBACK-

The young teen had missed the bus, the teen groans annoyed. Pulling out there phone to text the team about the incident.

Y/N- “Missed bus.. :( now I have to walk to school again.”

Boy wonder- “stay whelmed, maybe a little exercise won’t hurt?”

Y/N- “shut up boy wonder.”

Boy wonder- “Hey?!”

KF- I’m on my way!

Y/N- what?

In a second, a red headed speedster shows up, hair messy with a goofy smile. “Hey kid!” “Wally?!” Wally turns his back to you, and crouched. “Get on pipsqueak, can’t have you missing school.” The young teenager gets on the back of the speedster, wrapping their legs around his waist tightly. Wally smirks, “One ticket to [dc city] school, let’s ride!”

For Wally, it didn’t feel that short, but he enjoyed giving his favorite person a ride to school as if he was their transport. Cut to a bewildered child who is now dropped off to school. Shockingly getting off of the teen speedster who uses his quick speed to fix them up.

“Alright sport! Get good grades so you can stay on the team, bye love youuuu!!” He speeds off, leaving the wind to hit their face.

-ANOTHER FLASHBACK-

Being bored of a random late night, the teenager goes into the kitchen to get a late night snack. Their small frame groggily walking to the kitchen part of the base.

Was it bad enough that they didn’t seem to notice a red headed teenager who was downing ice cream like a goblin? No. Because Wally was use to the insomniac teen. He already sped around and place their average go to snack. Sitting by them as they just eat it.

“Thanks wally…”

Wally softly smiles and rubs their back up and down gently, “No problem buddy”. After a few talks, the small teen starts to feel sleepy and Wally noticed a little after they stopped giving him answers to his small rants. The speedster can’t help but feel his heart thump at the small teen he sees as a little sibling.

He picks them up and takes them to their personalized room, then going back to clean the kitchen mess up.

He already has his nightly talks with his buddy.

Now that the teen thinks about it, they look at Robin who smirks. “You’re such a little sibling to Wally, it’s adorable!”

Huffing, they hit the boy wonder who flinched at the hit. “Ouch?! I was just making a clear observation.” Robin glared at them, but the teen didn’t care other than the fact they kept watching courage the cowardly dog.

That’s when Wally speeds over into the living room of the base and shows off the bags of junk food he bought. He saved all his allowance money to buy snacks for him and his little sibling. “Yo, pipsqueak! Guess what I gottt~”

Eyes widen, they see that he bought their favorite chips, ice cream, sodas, and etc.

“Wally, no way!” The teen immediately rushes over to the speedster who held a smug grin. “Yes way! Cmon, let’s watch the new episode do your favorite cartoon bud.”

“Yay!!!!”

Robin couldn’t help but watch the two walk off, smiling at how they were truly siblings by heart. And not by blood.

[hellomousyhere]

Ps:I don't know much about the original teen titans so the names might be incorrect since I had to search them up in google

[sall0]

I'm alive, honestly

I'm just, uh, relaxing??

[truck-senpai]

here's a compilation of yj funny moments (mostly robin sri) of ep 12 and 13 cuz my storage is full

not funny but his face's killing me T0T

He's a lll shit help

At least he still has the spirit,I swear if a villain tries to impersonate and replace him one day we can just use words with prefixes to test like onions to vampires

How to fake ur death 101 by robin

Boi u don't just black out in thus type of situations

I love this dumbass🥹

Don't ever accuse Batman of joking!!🥶⛓️

This one's not funny but I almost teared up for Artemis here and so y'all should too(my girl just survived her first day at school and now she's about to die😭also why did her schoolmate brush off Dick just casually taking a selfie without her permission,that was weird af?🤨)