#wally x gn!reader

[spiderceo]

Lol, I can’t help but imagine how Wally would react to a gothic, kind of grungy, reader. Just someone who wears black and white all the time, maybe with hits of darker blues or reds. I just find the idea amusing since the neighborhood and characters are all bright, fun colors while there’s just this one gothic person wearing spikes or something. Anyways hope you’re having a good day/night I’ve enjoyed your headcanons so far but make sure to not overwork yourself <3333

(Platonic or romantic I don’t mind what you pick)

WALLY DARLING HCS PT.3

pairing: wally & gothic!gn!reader (platonic or romantic — up to your interpretation)

warnings: none

a/n: you are such a sweetheart! thank you for the request <3 i hope you have a good day/night as well ^^

master post

⋄❥ never in his life had wally seen someone so…desaturated. living in the world of colour that was the neighbourhood never really exposed him to this sort of style.

⋄❥ when you first introduced yourself to everyone, there were so many questions about your clothes, your hair, and your makeup. you had to spend a while explaining what being a goth was to these bright and colourful puppets.

⋄❥ it was out of the blue one day when wally approached you and asked for help with picking an outfit.

⋄❥ you tried to decline, reminding him your tastes were very much different, but he was insistent on wanting your help and only you.

⋄❥ the two of you spent hours going through wally’s enormous (and seemingly never ending) walk in closet filled with a sea of rainbow items of clothing. it was during this time that he asked to dress the way you do.

⋄❥ because you had never been able to share your style before, you were ecstatic! wally was just as excited about it as you, copying your happy mannerisms with a bright smile and his monotone laugh.

⋄❥ you went to work —restyling his hair, lending him some of your clothes, doing his makeup. it was all very much fun. both of you were so joyful and being in each other’s company just seemed to increase the feeling tenfold.

⋄❥ at the end of the day, you showed off your hard work to wally in the mirror. he did a little twirl for you, delighted with himself.

⋄❥ “it certainly is different, neighbour, but a very fun different.”

⋄❥ on days where there wasn’t much to do, wally and you would swap clothes and make each other look completely different. he would ask questions about your style and incorporate your answers the next time you both dressed up.

⋄❥ it’s safe to say that despite your lack of colourfulness, you fit in very well with everyone in the neighbourhood. everyone, especially wally, adores you.

i hope you enjoyed this! i tried my hardest to figure it out jshjshbfjd as always, my asks are open if you have any questions or requests ^^

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(02/17/25) — again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

✮ MAIN MASTERLIST ✮

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- lowercase writing, emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, amnesia, other warnings would be added soon.

— SYNOPSIS !

who would have thought that living with your rich, billionaire father and endless supply of sisters and brothers would actually end up being the worst thirteen and a half year of your life?

when your mother was taken away from you at the ripe age of five, you were forced to live at the solemn wayne manor with nobody to accompany you but the butler, alfred pennyworth.

there, you learn that giving up was better than trying to gain the attention of your ever-growing family. so you left, and never once tried to look back at the decades of neglect they left you with.

but when alfred, your kind caretaker, had started leaving clues of your sudden disappearance; that's when they all take notice and then on starts the ultimate race of chasing freedom, and escaping what once was your gilded cage.

little did you know your mother's dark past manifests itself at the worst of times.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 48k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink, away from everyone.

04. — mors tua, vita mea / your death, my life.

05 : 01. — a halo in the pit of darkness.

05 : 02. — to be his child is all i want.

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

to you, my greatest passion (non-neglected au-verse)

brutus: both arms cradle you now

bruce finding your graduation picture

how to be a heartbreaker! (yandere harem)

mea culpa (mini chapter)

conflicting comfort scene with jason todd

dialogue spoilers related to above drabble

more about jason todd and hurt/comfort

dick and his baby blue eyes

time travel au concept

sharing the same features with damian

brutus: the only fucked up thing in this world is you

cause you're takin' it like a champ, sweetheart! (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

brutus: just a burning memory (yan! conner kent)

young, just us?! (yan! young justice au)

that's my type! (yan! john constantine)

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

will the series have a happy ending?

why does damian hurt you? and why do you justify his actions?

the family stalks you even in-game

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

how to become a target to the wayne family

dick and you miscommunication trope in a nutshell

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

villain au reader by @lazyemmy

a&a oc: emile by @questionthegrapevine

graduation pic, conner comfort, and mirrors by @ghostdoodlen

neglected &. non-neglected reader by @lazyemmy

jason calling you his angel by @ghostdoodlen

alfred gives you a christmas gift by @luffyadolover

— TAGLIST ! ; taglist is under construction!

@.lilyalone, @.secretomelettetroops, @.earlqurl, @.simpingfor-wakasa, @.amber-content, @.ruiroku, @.okaybutfullhomo, @.trasshy-artist, @.obsessedwithromance, @.jjsmeowthie, @.fairy-lenaa, @.ilovvmyhusband, @.6uuyuuhgy, @.plsfckmedxddy, @.lavender-moony, @.sweetheart-era, @.chemicalsandghosts, @.darling006, @.starringyau, @.samanthahanes, @.rosecentury, @.jaythes1mp, @.pi1nkl0ver, @.i-thirsty-boy, @.sharks-are-cool-l, @.silverklaus, @.samanthathanes, @.traumaramacenter, @.maddimoon, @.anxrq, @.thedarknesslord, @.h0rr0r-10ver-69, @.lazy-idate, @.cupids-pretty-boy, @.alishii, @.mel-star636, @.sitepathos, @.freakyotaku059-blog, @.dirtydiavolo, @.sunbleachedantlers, @.24hrsoflanii, @.ceramic-raven, @.une-lueur-dans-la-nuit, @.tdickensstuff4, @.thickerthanthieves, @.arlandvery, @.distressed-lezbo, @.bunbunboysworld, @.bellethesleepypotato, @.naina326, @.nebuluma, @.alliwantisadonut, @.alishii, @.kusakiguzen, @.sirenetheblogger, @.emmbny, @.ryukyuin, @.solkara, @.starsdotalk

[nosyrobin]

“Brother Figure?”

Platonic! Connor Kent x GN!reader

Summary: the team starts to see how Conner acts around one of the youngest members. When people try to ask the young member why the super like them. There wasn’t an answer until now.

Note||Y/N is the same age as Robin, 13.

Genre: fluff

“Hey Y/N?” Wally says, walking up to the small teen who is trying to watch tv. “What Wally, better make it quick. SpongeBob just defeated Patrick.” The teen says looking at the tv with a full focus.

“Right..listen pip squeak, I just wanna ask something.” Now the teen’s attention was on the red head speedster. “Spit it.”

“Why does Connor like you? Not like in a mean way. It’s just it seems like he likes you out of most of us, but I never seen you two even interact fully?” Wally questions as he sits on the couch by the confused child.

“He likes me?” Wally dropped his jaw. “You haven’t noticed?! He literally makes sure you get feed first, shower first, sleep first. He’s like..your brother!”

-FLASHBACK-

Y/N was having trouble reaching something, trying to jump for it. They sighed and go to get on the counter to grab the object. Connor enters the kitchen, seeing the small teen. He instantly knew what was happening as he lifts the teen by their waist.

“Thanks man.” Connor huffs in a “no problem” tone. Y/N smiled and walked off holding the marshmallow cereal.

-ANOTHER FLASH BACK-

Y/N was tired after fighting some villain. Yawning left and right, they denied others asking if they were tired. But Connor saw right through the small teen.

The teen had low eyes and slight red eyes of drowsiness. Connor immediately glared at Y/N who sensed the intense gaze. Turning around, they froze seeing the super clone staring as if Y/N had said the wrong word around him.

But Connor only lifted Y/N like a baby. “You’re tired. You’re going to sleep until your eyes and body are well rested.” Y/N pouted as they tried to protest. But the other teammates didn’t dare to say or do anything. As the two teens looked like siblings.

“Oooh… Guess he is kinda like my brother figure..” Wally facepalms at the realization the small teen came upon on. “Yeah…so how did you do it?” Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m cooler than you?” Y/N smirked at the offended face of Wally.

“Very funny twerp.” Wally then puts Y/N into a headlock, making Y/N yell out in shock. Connor magically appears with a protective gaze. “Let them go.” He says sternly.

Wally felt his heart drop as he immediately let the small teen go. Connor looks at Y/N softly. “Are you okay?” Y/N nodded. “Yeah I’m alright, thanks brother.” Connor smiled warmly before leaving the room. “Ha! My brother figure is a super who can beat your butt!” Y/N then leaves the living room to a slight annoyed speedster.

[gilverrwrites]

Tease

Wally West/Reader, 800 words Ft. Dick Grayson (BirdFlash/Reader pre-established) Kinktobter entry 16: Lingerie Warnings: None really? But just incase: | implied dom!Dick | cross-dressing Requested by: Anonymous/Authors choice AN: OMG I cannot believe this is the last post of Kinktober? Wat? How? I hope you've had a blast, cause I sure enjoyed it!

It was supposed to be a surprise for Dick; for Wally and yourself to welcome him home in nothing but your matching Nightwing-blue lingerie, but all day, the sight of Wally’s lacy blue thong peaking out from his jeans had been driving you crazy, and he knew it.

It had started innocent enough. You’d watched over your morning brew as Wally stretched up, sleepily reaching for a box of Pop-Tarts on the top shelf, incidentally, exposing the frilly hem, and cussing as the wispy fabric rode between the cleft of his asscheeks.

“You put them on already?” You’d asked, disappointed when he turned his whole body to face you, depriving you an early morning peepshow.

“You haven’t?” He replied, confusion evident as he bit down on his untoasted breakfast.

“No.” Still half-entranced, your head tilted to the side, hoping to catch another glimpse as you mumble dozily. “Was gonna change closer to the time.”

A toothy grin stretched across his face as he followed your line of sight to his lower body, and that’s where the teasing had begun.

“What do you think anyway?” He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his loose-fitting bottoms, pulling them down an inch and offering you a clear view of how the elastic waistband clings to his lean hip bone. When you’d failed to respond, he’s turned back around, exposing the top half of his freckly rear, laughing as he shakes it back and forth in flippant, inelegant motions. He’s so unserious, but somehow that does it for you. “They’re not too tight, right?”

“Nope, looks good.” You offered, attempting to hide your lust-idled expression behind your mug. “Dick’s gonna love it.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re too sweet.” Before the words even processed in your mind, he was leaning down in front of your seated form and planting a kiss on your lips. A slow, tender, sugary kiss that made your hair stand on edge, but as soon as you’d reached out to touch him, he was gone. Leaving you flustered and taking your half-empty mug to add insult to injury.

The toying had only gotten worse from there, Wally thoroughly enjoying being the centre of your attention all day. All but flashing you any chance he got, keeping close, but never close enough for you to get your hands on him and sink your teeth in. If it weren’t so infuriating, you’d praise his self-restraint.

Your breaking point comes in the evening, the final hour before Dick is due home.

You’re changing into your own lingerie when a cold breeze brushes your near-naked skin, and you have to do a double take when you spot Wally lounging on the bed, completely, finally, stripped down to nothing but his deep blue underwear. It’ll be a miracle if you don’t leak through your own panties before Dick peels them back off you. You’re immediately infatuated by his half-hard cock and the way it strains against the delicate fabric, and it’s high time you had a little fun with him.

“What do you think?” You mimic his early question, rolling and gyrating your hips, dragging your fingers up and down your skin in the hopes that you look a little more serious, but equally as sexy as Wally had this morning. If the way his cock begins to tent his thong is any indication, you’re succeeding.

“You look hot as anything, baby.” He replies earnestly, sitting up straight to get a better look. His cheeks tint pink, watching you in a trance as you strut closer, lifting your leg over him until you’re comfortably straddling him, grinding your arousal against his.

Making him melt; body shuddering under your touch, sheepish giggle escaping his lips when you press the tip of your nose to his, is intensely enjoyable. You cup your hands around the back of his head and his dreamy green eyes flutter closed in response as he tips closer to you. Only to dart open once more when you intentionally turn your head, dodging his kiss.

“I’m gonna tell Dick what a naughty fucking tease you’ve been today.” You goad, and the hurt on his face instantly perks up into something more challenging.

“Oh, yeah?” The grip on your thigh tightens as he pulls you deeper into him, rutting his heated sex against yours until you can’t help whimpering at the way it makes your body reel in bliss until he taunts. “Well, I’m gonna tell Dick how insatiably horny you’ve been.”

“Dick has heard enough.” A familiar voice chides. Wally and you had been so wrapped up in provoking each other that you hadn’t heard his arrival. You turn just in time to see the way his eyes roam appreciatively over the matching underwear, and the risqué embrace you’re currently tangled in. “Can’t I leave the two of you alone for one weekend?”

Psst. Down here! Hi friend, thanks for reading. I hope you have a great rest of your year.

[prismuffin]

Can you please do something for Wally West with a partner who's part of the BatFamily?

I'm sure I can think of a few short headcanons to write, anyway I think- Honestly you being in the BatFam is probably the reason you met Wally in the first place. With him and Dick being such great friends, you two were bound to cross paths at some point. When Wally had first met you he immediately found you attractive but with you being Dicks sibling it was a little awkward to try flirting with you whenever Dick was around. It being awkward didn't necessarily stop him though he'd just wait until Dick was out of earshot or go and find you himself to chat with you. You and him clicked for sure and when you started dating you'd opted to keep it kind of secret since you were unsure of how your brothers and dad would react initially. Damian found you two making out in your room once and completely blackmailed you otherwise he'd tell everyone. It was annoying, but you agreed. He didn't seem to care that you were dating outside of that. Jason was the next person to find out and just congratulated you before jokingly trying to give you both the talk, laughing at how awkward you both got. He did actually threaten Wally to never break your heart though. Tim found out...well...you're actually not sure when he found out exactly but you were trying to get out of training early to go see "a friend" and he just went, "you mean your boyfriend Wally?" You were shocked but he just shrugged it off, saying he wasn't an idiot and could tell you two were sneaking around a lot so he just put two and two together. After finding out Tim knew, you just decided to let everyone know. It could be considered risky but at this point you felt like everyone should just know, plus Damian can't blackmail you anymore so there's that. You'd talked to Wally about it and he was down so one day after a mission with Wally and Dick you'd found a point where everyone was crowded around for the mission debriefing. After all the important stuff had been said you opted for making the announcement right then. Obviously most of your brothers weren't shocked but Dick was. He immediately went to punching Wally for dating his sibling out of nowhere, your dad seemed to approve as long as it didn't get in the way of your missions. Dick wondered why no one else found this extremely shocking and they all just said they knew already which just made Dick even angrier after finding out that he was among the last to know about the two of you. He doesn't always hate the thought of his best friend dating his sibling as long as you two aren't making out in front of him or anything. Overall, you and Wally being together only makes you two stronger on missions and your family seems to approve.

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[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Hii!! Just a thought, would any of the yanderes baby trap a particularly difficult reader?

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘-𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆…

!!! GN reader, children (lmao), manipulation, coercion into parenting, delusions, slight threats, impregnation mention (it’s not the reader, though), obligatory Tim Drake warning, mentions of possible harm to children.

I’m assuming you just mean the comic book yanderes. Let’s see!

I kept the actual baby-acquisition vague. Could be one or both of y’all’s biological kid, could be adopted, could be kidnapped. Who knows! I also gave them ratings on how they would be as a father, cuz why not.

Bruce Wayne: Yes. Absolutely. This is Bruce we’re talking about. You know, the guy who’s never beating the empty-nester allegations? As long as you’re with him, you’re bound to end up with a kid one way or another. Whether he set out to baby trap you or ended up with a child by chance, he is for sure going to hold it over your head. This kid is going to have both of their parents in their life, biological or not. It’s like a new kid spawns in the manor every time you get even a little bit rebellious. (7/10 father; still has his issues, but he’s learned from his past mistakes.)

Bucky Barnes: Okay, I don’t think he’d initially see himself as a family man. Just never crossed his mind, given his life as the Winter Solider. If he did end up with a kid, it would definitely be by accident. But when that happens, he’ll start to give it a little more thought. The idea of a family… it sounds so domestic; so normal. Uh-oh. Instant baby fever. Now he wants even more kids, and he’ll acquire them by any means necessary. Doesn’t manipulate you with any children, but you may feel obligated to stick around; the Winter Soldier does NOT seem like the type to be good at parenting. (5/10 father; doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s at least enthusiastic.)

Clark Kent: This man wants the classic nuclear family life. While he wouldn’t set out to baby-trap you, it will inadvertently happen with his desire for children. He wants to be tackled by at least 3 kids every time he comes home! And if he’s already had Jon, I can see him making it his mission to find the perfect spouse; that’s how he finds you!! Oh, you’re not good with kids? Doesn’t matter. This man is delusional as fuck. It’s not like he sees you for who you are, anyway. Keep in mind that he’s projecting an idealized version of a spouse onto you. (10/10 father; amazing with kids and is willing to pull your weight when you’re being difficult.)

Dick Grayson: If it comes down to it, he will. Any form of manipulation is fair game, and hey… he’s always dreamed of starting a family of his own one day. Even if you’re not big on kids, he’s willing to play the long game to try and get you to change your mind. And if you never do? Welp. That’s too bad. You’re still gonna end up with a child somehow (Dick’s got plenty of ways to make sure of that). When he finally gets what he wants, he’s for sure using the “think of our kid(s)” card any chance he gets. (9/10 father; he’s a family man at heart, and everyone around him thinks it was only a matter of time.)

Hal Jordan: A bit iffy on starting a family. He doesn’t hate kids, he just isn’t sure if he’s ready. However, as soon as he realizes a child in your life could make you more compliant, he quickly starts to sing a different tune. Now he’s all for having kids!! He’d be obsessed with the power it gives, every interaction between you two having that subtle warning of, “try and escape me now.” Papa-Bear Hal is not a force to be reckoned with. You may find yourself not liking the consequences of trying to break up this happy little family. (8/10 father; there’s a bit of a learning curve for him, but he’ll eventually fall into the groove of it.)

Jaime Reyes: Nope. The thought of having kids makes him sick to his stomach. He knows there’s something wrong with him… god only knows what would happen to his kids. The what if’s would drive him insane, easily trumping the possible gains of baby-trapping you. Sure, it might be a bit tempting — and he’ll admit, a small part of him wishes he could one day be a father — but not only would he feel extremely guilty, he also knows that it’s a bad fucking idea. Hopefully, he can continue to ignore Khaji Da’s own thoughts on the matter. It doesn’t matter how important “continuing the Reyes legacy” is, he’s not taking that risk. (6/10 father; despite his fits of spiraling paranoia, he needs to give himself a little more credit).

Peter Parker: Honestly, it’s a toss up. He’s got his concerns with being a father, but thinking about it makes him all giddy inside. I think this would be another case of accidental baby-trapping. He didn’t set out to do it, but hey… if it works, it works. Any “but what about our kid(s)” that he throws at you is by no means intentional manipulation; he’s just genuinely worried what would happen if you left. Then again, I can also see him slightly doing it. As soon as he realizes it works, he’ll keep it in mind. A thing he’ll tuck away for later and only use when absolutely needed. (9/10 father; loves his kid(s) and would do anything for them).

Remy LeBeau: Yeah, probably. As long as he’s in a position where he can have a kid or two, he’ll go for it. Remy secretly longs for a family (though he’ll never admit it), and if starting one means earning your compliance? Well, shit… that’s just killing two birds with one stone! But again, this depends on if he’s in a position where kids are viable. Should he still have some unfinished business to attend to, he’s not gonna be dumb enough to have kids. Growing up in the Thieves Guild taught him a thing or two about why that’s a bad idea. Otherwise, you are not immune to a sudden baby-acquisition by yours truly. (7/10 father; he gives chill baby daddy vibes who tries his best to be there for his kids.)

Scott Summers: Oh, yeah. It’s guaranteed to happen. This man is committed to having a semi-normal life, no matter how unrealistic that may seem. He wants a family. He wants you to be obedient. He wants a sense of normalcy, goddamnit. Y’all are having a kid whether you want one or not. And he leans heavily towards having a biological kid. If you don’t have the means to get pregnant — or fight tooth and nail against the idea — he’s 100% impregnating someone else and stealing their baby. Yes, it’s a crazy idea. Yes, he’s willing to go that far. Don’t test him. He’ll yell and shout at you about how you need to be there for this fucking kid, even if it’s not yours. It’s in your best interest if you comply. (6/10 father; he’s chronically fighting against the absent father allegations and MIGHT be winning… results are still pending.)

Steve Roger: Poor guy wants to settle down so bad. Yes, he’d baby-trap you, but I can see him feeling guilty for it. He knows it’s wrong, and it would especially weigh down on him if you didn’t even want kids in the first place. But he wants a family so bad. He can’t help it!! And as big of a piece of shit he may feel afterwards, he’ll do what’s necessary to make you behave. You need to be here for your kids! If a little bit of manipulation makes you stay, then so be it. He’s surprisingly good at guilt-tripping, making a good case with the image he has to uphold as Captain America. What would people think if they learned he was a single father? What assumptions would they make about you if you left him? Society might not be all that kind to you. It’s best to just stay. (8/10 father; can get a little busy, but he’s definitely there when it matters the most.)

Tim Drake: Not a fan of kids. There might be a chance of him coming up with a baby-trapping scheme during one of his weird fits, but let’s hope he snaps out of it before it’s too late. Do NOT let bro be a father. On the off-chance that he does acquire a kid… pray. And I mean PRAY. His version of baby-trapping ranges from “but this kid needs you” to “I will fucking kill this kid if you leave.” A situation like this means you have to familiarize yourself with Tim’s mood swings. Be compliant at first, then when he starts to second-guess himself, try to gently coax him into giving this child a better home. Hopefully, that poor kid will survive everything unscathed. Tim wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something bad happened to them. (0/10 father; he’d actually do an alright job when he’s mentally stable, but I think everyone — including Tim himself — would agree that he’d do more harm than good raising a kid.)

Wally West: Yup. No hesitation. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he will get to scheming immediately. His goal would be to make it seem like a natural evolution, even if you’re not keen on the idea of kids. Wally is such a master at masking his manipulation, to the point where it’s unclear if he’s actually baby-trapping you or not, and by the time you’ve realize it… welp… too late. Arguing with him is absolutely frustrating, cuz Wally West does not argue; he smooth talks until makes you feel like an idiot. Wanna know how cruel he is? Those kids will grow up to be accomplices in his manipulation, whether they know it or not. No one can put a stop to his fuckery. (9/10 parent; turns out to be a phenomenal father, I just have to take a point off simply because raising your kids to be just as manipulative as him probably isn’t good.)

[callieisto]

☆ Kinktober Day 6: Food Play! ☆

(GN!reader)

The whipped cream was cold against your over-heated skin, the pressure of the air making you squirm and giggle. The treat was cool, but it wasn't for you- this night was for your boyfriend.

"I think you're enjoying this more than I am," Wally teased, licking softly at your nipples, sucking the whipped cream into his mouth. He set aside the can on the bedside table, sitting up to admire the sweet treats on your body. He grabbed the chocolate syrup, drizzling it across your torso with a little smile. "Open your mouth?"

When you did, Wally dripped some of the chocolate onto your tongue, chasing it with his own. The kiss was hungry, needy, messy. Kissing him always was- he had trouble with slowing down and savoring anything, which was why you had suggested a little bit of food play.

He was certainly slowing down enough to lick the sweetness off your lips, out of your mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were hazy, and he had a big dumb smile on his face. Then he leaned down, hands delicately gripping your hips as he positioned himself above you. He kissed down your body, stopping to gently lick away at the chocolate syrup now sliding across your skin.

"I think you're my favorite dessert." He whispered, sensually kissing at your stomach. His lips come away covered in chocolate. He grins when you giggle.

"You're corny," you shot back as he dipped his head down to chase the whipped cream sliding down your side. You squirmed more, giggling as he busied himself licking the residue of the sweet treats from your skin.

"You got me." He dipped down to kiss over your underwear, smiling when you moaned softly. "Am I gonna get to taste you tonight?" He asked, fixing his piercing green gaze on your face, all screwed up in anticipation. He smiled against you, nuzzling a little closer. "Mm. Might need more whipped cream. Even if you're so sweet already..."

"Wally," You giggled breathlessly, your thighs lightly squeezing at his head. "You're not putting whipped cream down there."

"Well, then I think I need a little more of it up here." He whispered, kissing up your torso to suck and bite at your nipples, one hand tweaking the other between his fingers, rolling it sweetly.

Your giggles turned into soft moans as he rolled his hips against yours, pressing your bodies together. "Wally..." You whimpered, hands curling in his hair. "Oh..."

"Yeah, baby?" He whispered, kissing across your chest. "I've got you. Oh, my sweet baby. My little treat, hmm? Sweetest ever."

(The sheets are stained with melted whipped cream and chocolate sauce by the time Wally works his way into you an hour later, after opening you up with his tongue for the better part of thirty minutes. The cleanup is a nightmare, but Wally makes it all worth it, especially in the shower, where he reminds you of how appreciative he is to have you so sweet and willing for him.)

[thewitchblue]

HELLO MS/MR/PERSON!!! I have came to you with a request 😈

Ok imagine Wally west (ma boy need all the love he can get💔) dating reader, right and so they get a condo (basically a fancy apartment). And so he and young justice are fighting a villain, the justices league are in space doing wtv.

And young justices are basically getting their ass kicked (sorry for my language)

So they need a place to hide, for a little while. It yk stack back up on weapons and stuff, medical attention. right and so Wally is just like

>My condo is just down the road, we can hide out there<

RIGHT and you’re probably wondering where reader is right now um she’s at work (she’s a personal assistant of a CEO 😶 cough Wayne cough)

right so she’s staying at work late working out some extra things, and she gets home early than expected. Unlocks the front door. just to see like 5-7 hero’s in her living room.

dick: who are you?..

y/n :I’m the owner of this house who are the you??🤨

Thank you if you do thissss!! 💗💗💗

"We need to retreat and regroup."

Wally heard Aqualad say in his mind. You have to love Miss Martian's telepathy link.

"I have a condo a few streets away."

Wally thought before he could really notice he told them. You took first aid courses in university when you were trying to decide what to do with your life.

It's a very useful skill to have, and it became infinitely more useful when you gained a superhero boyfriend. Why does he let his villains hit him? You'll never know. It might be for the ego of the villains.

He just hoped you didn't pull out the pepper spray when you come home to a bunch of superheroes using the first aid stash. You were quick to pull out the pepper spray and grab anything nearby that could be used as a weapon.

Wally, admittedly, did not think you'd be coming home so early from work. You told him you're staying behind to finish some last-minute projects that came up. Unfortunately for him, you were sent home by Bruce Wayne after he noticed you were almost complete with the work for the rest of the week. He told you to go home and relax.

You did not expect to come home to several superheroes in your condo and a sheepish Wally awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Poor Tim got hit in the head with a lamp due to your fight-or-flight response. A warning would have been appreciated.

"Who are you?"

Connor asked rather rudely. All of the heroes got into a fighting stance except Wally. You told him with raised eyebrows,

"I'm the person who owns this condo. Walls, what the hell is going on?"

Wally gave a sheepish smile and explained to them further,

"Guys, this is my partner."

You frowned at the heroes. They all looked injured, some worse than others. You sighed as you headed to the medkit you keep in your bathroom. You knew the drill.

While you were gone, outrage and chaos emerged.

"When did you get a partner?"

Tim borderline demanded to know. One of his best friends never told him about this secret lover. The betrayal. Wally nervously smiled and said,

"Three years ago."

He was actually going to propose on the holidays, but he decided against tell them the wonderful news. He had no idea how long he would have kept you a secret. Until you were happily married and they started to hound him about the sudden wedding ring on his finger? He had no plans to tell them about you.

You were his paradise. You had kissed every injury, past and present, while telling him he's doing a great job as a hero. He was always a tad self-conscious about his hero life. He felt he could do more, but he was always a tad too slow. He needed to catch up.

Everyone shut up when you came back with your arms full of all the medical equipment you had stockpiled.

You started to patch everybody up without saying a word. You were still slightly mad at Wally from bringing in his hero friends without warning, but you can't stay mad as Aqualad hissed and cringed as you stitched a wound on his thigh.

You murmured apologises as you moved between the heroes while patching them up.

"How did you two meet?"

You frowned at the amazed tone Tim had. Tim genuinely thought his friend would never get into a relationship due to his constantly running mouth.

"He ran into me when I was travelling in a different country. Quite literally."

Wally rubbed the back of his neck with a timid smile. He didn't like admitting it. He was in a fight with Godspeed, and he didn't have time to dodge you.

"It was love at first accidental tackle."

You chuckled. He was lucky he didn't kill you with his superspeed tackle, or you would've haunted him for eternity.

"He asked me out pretty much on sight without realising I would see his civilian self, not his hero self."

You smiled and shook your head in amusement. The team could believe it. Wally's mouth runs faster than his brain.

You stood up from your spot of the floor and said,

"It would be for the best if you avoided fighting for a few days. You can let the big guys handle it."

Aqualad agreed, and the team thanked you for the medical supplies. Tim told you to bill him for the medical supplies.

"Either way, I'm replacing the medical supplies."

You frowned but agreed to let him pay at his insistence. You cuddled into Wally's side with a smile and a quick kiss.

"One of these days, I'm going to tackle you as retribution."

He laughed,

"You have been saying that for three years, babe."

And just like that, you tackled him to the ground and peppered his face with kisses. You love this man dearly.

Your soon-to-be fiancée had laughed under your love attack and wrapped you in his arms as if you were a precious gem.

A/N If you want, I can do a part two about the engagement/proposal. I agree that a lot of DC characters need more love.

[djljpanda]

Wally Darling X Jessica Rabbit Like S/o

Reader Here is Gn

Many have you've been asking so I delivered. I will make a fanfic soon but it might take awhile.

Okay Wally loves when you sing to him

If you ever wear that sexy red dress / suit his knees would be weak

Wally was attracted to your calm but yet sweet personality

You truly love your short boyfriend even claim on the show you would do anything for him

You do carry him around through the neighborhood

You two do duets together

You do help with Wally's hair every morning as it shows that you have skill in hair and makeup (He always falls in love with you more when you do his hair)

Wally will always have front row seats to your shows (The loudest one too always cheering for you)

Wally has many paintings of you in all your different outfits (he did get embarrassed when you saw them but you begged for them to be your posters. He did say no ans you undersrood)

If you do wear the red lipstick there would always be red lipstick marks all over his yellow face

But he loves when you kiss his face and you always laugh when he returns the favor

Wally likes when he looks into the mirror only for you to come up behind him complimenting him more

You two are the most calmest couple in the history of the show (Hardly any episodes show you two having a fight and if you guys do you two would make up immediately)

All in all you and Wally are the "It" couple in the neighborhood

[hhoneylemon]

𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

summary: three wintertime scenarios with wally

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

A/N: this was a little rushed, was trying to pump something out for him. not proofread

you hate winter, you decide.

the snow had soaked through your shoes, even reaching your socks. now your feet are wet, as well as freezing. your teeth chatter as you grumble to yourself, climbing the steps to a familiar home.

you ring the doorbell, though the door is flung open within seconds. barry stands there, a friendly smile etched onto his face.

“hey, kid. good to see you, c’mon in. wally’s with iris, let me get them.”

you step inside, nodding thankfully. you shed your jacket, hanging it on the hook. you walk into the living room, letting out an appreciative whoosh of air. the fireplace is going, keeping you warm.

as you plop onto the couch, you feel a sudden presence beside you. wally had sped to your side on the couch, immediately hugging you and kissing your cheek.

“hi babe! sorry i didn’t answer the door, i was helping aunt iris set the table. my folks said they’d be a little late, sorry.”

he speaks fast, though you’re fairly used to that by now. you nod when he finishes, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“it’s alright, happy to see you.”

you give him a smile, though it falls quickly. you’re suddenly alarmed, eyes searching his face. he gives you a confused look.

“is there something on my face?”

he tubs a hand over his chin and then cheeks before you shake your head.

“no. wally, where are your freckles?”

the red head makes an ‘o’ with his mouth before laughing softly. he takes your hand.

“the cold makes them go away. they’ll be back when it’s warmer.”

you scowl, leaning in to kiss his left cheek. you had known the exact count of freckles on his face. you’ll have to recount when they come back. what if he gains some? loses some? you then squeeze his hand.

“what’s iris making for dinner?”

his face lights up as he begins talking about just how much she was making; it had to be a lot to accommodate for two speedsters, though you zone out. this revelation almost upsets you.

you love wally’s freckles. you kiss them and count them all the time, they make him just that much cuter. you think you’ll punch as payback. actually, if you told wally how disappointed you were, he’d probably punch the snow for you. the thought makes you smile.

wally mistakes the smile for what he’s talking about, causing him to smile in turn. he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling your attention back to him as he continues speaking. now you’re excited to just relax with your boyfriend and his aunt and uncle. they had to be your favorite people in the world.

wally’s face is pressed against your chest, his eyes focused on the tv. he’d insisted you watched home alone; this was the third time this month.

your hand cards through his hair, soft and easy to mess with. you adored how he looked when his pretty red locks stuck out in different directions. he huffs a small laugh at something on screen, causing you to glance towards the tv, though it doesn’t hold your attention for long.

your eyes flit back to him, and you sigh softly to yourself. this feels so domestic, a far cry from your regular activities. he’s not running around saving people, you’re off work, there’s no classes to attend. it’s so peaceful.

you press a kiss to the top of his head, causing him to shift his attention up to you. he offers a small smile.

“you okay?”

“yeah, just love you.”

he almost coos, pressing a kiss to your chest. he squeezes your chest in his embrace and you smile back at him.

“love you too.”

the movie progresses and you find yourself feeling warm and cozy. curse wally and his ability to make you feel safe. your fingers tangle in his hair as your other hand stops rubbing circles into his back.

his lack of movement tells you that he doesn’t notice. you glance at his face and you can’t hold back the smile that breaks across your face.

wally looks peaceful, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. small, deep breaths escape the red head. you kiss the top of his head, whispering sweet nothings into his hair.

well, okay. maybe you tolerate winter.

a laugh escapes your throat as you walk into the kitchen. you’re just gotten home from the store, setting the last minute gifts on the floor.

wally stands in the middle of the kitchen, hands covered in dough and nose covered in flour. he holds up a finger, telling you to be patient.

“i pulled out your recipe book, the one in the cabinet. i’m making christmas cookies.”

you walk closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. he gives you a wide grin, placing his forehead against yours. he keeps his arms spread away from you so that he doesn’t ruin your clothes.

“why are you wearing the cookies?”

“cause they’re so good, babe. just you wait until i finish them.”

you huff out another laugh, shaking your head. you give him a small kiss, one he melts into. you then leave to put the new gifts in your shared room, appearing again in more comfortable clothing to help your boyfriend. you don’t have complete trust regarding him alone in the kitchen.

you realize you have to redo the dough as he added too much brown sugar and vanilla, causing him to laugh nervously. he makes sure to let you take the lead, standing to the side with a happy smile.

when you place the cookie pan into the oven and set the timer, he has a mug of hot cocoa ready for you. he wraps you in a big hug, resting his chin on top of your head.

“you saved the day, like always. what would i do without you?”

you hug back, sighing. something tells you there would be a million repeats of this exact moment over the years.

“crash and burn.”

you pull back enough to give him a soft kiss. his hands slowly smooth down your back and land on your waist. he pulls away and smiles, gently squeezing your waist. 

“we can eat the cookies while watching home alone tonight.”

“wally, we are not watching it five times this year.”

“babe, please! it’s so good!”

you roll your eyes, pulling away from to grab your hot cocoa. he chases you, arm wrapping around your waist as he grabs his own mug. 

“c’mon, don’t you love me.”

“i love you so much that i’m sparing you from the maiming you’ll get if you make me watch it one more time.”

he whines, dropping his forehead to yours. he gives puppy eyes.

“what about home alone 2, then? or elf?”

you sigh, cupping his cheek and giving him a soft kiss. he leans in, happily kissing back and pulling you closer to him. you break apart as you remember you’re both holding drinks, scared of spilling them.

“how about rudolph? it’s a classic.”

he purses his lips, watching you for a moment. he can see how you have affection dancing in your eyes, and lips he would love to kiss for the rest of his life. he hums in agreement.

“sounds good. and we can wear the matching pajamas that dick bought us-“

you shrivel your nose, practically gagging at the thought. dick had thought it was funny to buy the ugliest matching christmas pajamas as a gag gift, and of course wally actually liked them. the sweet little look in wally’s eyes make you sigh as you finally shake your head.

“fine, yeah, okay.”

wally smiles. you think you’re lucky to be able to see the sight so often. he’s infectious, causing a small smile to spread over your own face. he then steals your lips with his own, releasing them just as quickly.

“oh, i love you so much. christmas is definitely the best holiday.”

and you hum in agreement, just to see his smile widen and his eyes brighten. you can feel your own dancing with affection as a small sigh escapes your lips.

yeah, okay, you love the winter.

[spiderceo]

Hi :3

Can (ofc if you want) do a wally x reader with ADHD or who has sensory issues? /Nf I love your work btw 😄 (this can be platonic or romantic)

WALLY DARLING HCS PT.4

pairing: wally & adhd!gn!reader (romantic or platonic — up to your interpretation)

warnings: mentions of overstimulation, mentions of vomiting

a/n: hello and thank you! as someone who has sensory issues myself and struggles a lot with them throughout the day, some of these are from personal experience. i was a bit tied on whether or not to post this because of that but decided that it would be better to do so — just in case there was someone out there who needed the comfort from this goofy lil puppet as much as i do <3

master post

★ wally’s hair is like the best thing in the world to you. styling it whenever you get bored and running your hands through it to ground yourself from a particularly busy day. he lets you do whatever you please with it despite being known for his protectiveness over it.

★ living in the brightest neighbourhood in the world can sometimes be a bit too stimulating. as much as you love the pretty colours and the cheerfulness of it all, there were some days where it all gets too much. whenever you have days like this, wally will happily retreat into your home with you to spend the day away from it all.

★ wally copies your stims. whenever you’re happy and stimming like you usually do, he will do it exactly as you do. whether it’s flapping your hands, listening to music, vocal stims etc. he is right there beside you doing the same. as long as you’re happy, wally is happy.

★ some days things can be too much to the point where it makes you nauseous and even sick. but never fear! wally is right there to care for you and help you in any way you desire — holding your hand, awkward hugs (he’s never been very good at them but he’s trying just for you), or letting you ramble about the things you love to him.

★ getting things done is tough and so is remembering. if there’s something you need to do then wally has most likely got it marked on his calendar and written on a list somewhere. if you forget, he is always there to remind you and help get the ball rolling if you feel stuck.

★ when you first brought up adhd to wally he didn’t quite understand. it took you having to explain it in simpler terms for him to fully get it.

★ “so your brain works in a different way? i get it now!”

★ wally is very patient with you unlike some people you’ve met in the past. he understands that sometimes you need support and sometimes you’d rather be alone. it took a while for him to get used to being without you sometimes but he’s trying his best just for you!

i’m really glad you’re all enjoying these hcs. because of this i’ve decided to write a lil story. it’s in the works still but i think you’ll enjoy it (hopefully) ^^

< previous part !!

[acid-ixx]

Sigh.. We all should've have chosen both wally and conner...i can't imagine the faces of batfam

how to be a heartbreaker! (again &. again concept)

ft. yandere! wally west, starfire, roy harper, artemis, conner kent, bart allen x gn! neglected! reader w/ platonic yandere! batfam.

— masterlist !

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

tw: age gaps but there isn't nsfw (except for conner) and the reader is described to be older than 20 in this concept and was far ignored longer than in the og story.

a/n: happy (late) halloween! 🎃 i'm praying to the gods, please don't let this post flop, i'm in my flop era fr! because i am not writing allat for it to get ignored 💔 (just kidding i love u guys, especially to all those who comment! i read all your comments even if i'm unable to reply at times). if you guys are wondering why i didn't include all the characters, it's because this is just a drabble and if anyone likes more concepts about this, please send in asks! anyways, enjoy this sweet harem au hehe.

anon, you are so right. but let me raise you this: getting together with all your siblings' teammates. i'm not just saying wally and conner, no! i'm saying the young justice, the teen titans, all their friends and old pals— the moment you come of age, hide under the radar for a few years and eventually meet them at random. you'd be giving dick, hell, even bruce, your father, mind you, a run for his money when it comes to a player reputation amongst the siblings, and the best part (or worst part for you once it's too late...) of it all is the fact that you don't even have to keep all your little relationships with them a secret when they never once bat an eye on you until recently.

the funny thing is: you didn't even have to try to attract them. it was all them approaching you at random days and getting to know you better, with you, at your lowest point, accepting any medium of attention. at first it was them feeling pity, perceptive to how your siblings chose to focus on them rather than you, but now it's them chasing after you because you're so interesting in every aspect; even if you find yourself average at best compared to your talented siblings.

maybe it's because you bring the normal out in them, or because you display such raw emotions and are an entirely separate being from vigilantism. either way, they find themselves thinking about you more often than their missions and that's harrowing.

and because you're such a pathetic, wet cat, so desperate for love; all the people you hit on develop a savior complex because of you. i don't just mean them finding you cute, or interesting, absolutely not. i mean you're constantly being thrown around like a prince or princess who needs a knight in shining armor to catch them when they fall, except you're constantly being carried in some other's arms even when you can stand on your own two feet.

you just have that special quality in you that makes everyone fall head over heels. it makes them fantasize scenarios of a home life with you; they could provide better than your current ones do, for sure. you'd be spoiled to death with kisses to your face, hands wrapped around your body, and a guarantee that you'll never feel alone or unsafe in a world full of danger that lurks around the corner.

that same quality may have also been your downfall.

wally west doesn't mind training all day to become stronger and faster to save you from every danger that lingers near your presence. hell, he doesn't complain anymore whenever dick assigns him some missions if that means he can pass by your room by the manor as an after-mission reward, loving it when you smile at him with the gentlest quip of your mouth as he hastily wraps you in his arms with the same amount of speed it took to run to your house. wally cherishes watching you in slow-time because he could worship every little part of his darling's expression, quelling the boredom he had for the entire day. he wants to be fast enough for his babe, not only just to impress them but because he wants them to see him as the only reliable individual capable enough of protecting and flirting with you. not everyone can measure up to his speed, no? nobody could keep up with this man's speed and he's known for taking you away whenever you're with someone else just to get a sliver of your time.

starfire's emotions become ablaze and so does her powers every time she notices one of your other sweethearts becoming too touchy with you, unable to comprehend why you're not even in a relationship with her yet. but you're too sweet and you bury yourself in her curly tresses to calm her down. at first that's enough! she doesn't understand the concept of physical affection and the boundaries that come with it as much as others but boy does she crave it when it comes to you. it doesn't help the fact that you're incapable of sometimes denying her affections and letting yourself be constantly kissed by the girl in every part of your face. she's very warm, though, and her curiosity about things foreign to her, paired with you teaching her more about your world, makes starfire adore her sweetheart's willingness and patience; it simply warrants another passionate kiss in the mouth from the pink-haired alien.

roy harper brings out a more rebellious side of you that you never imagine yourself sporting. his experiences in life and his rebellious relationship towards oliver queen, his adoptive father shapes him to who he is now; and he'd be damned if you drown yourself in endless misery like he did. yeah, it doesn't help that lian loves you as much as he does and he thinks you're the perfect match for him, watching you play with his little girl and care for him whenever he's injured does wonders for the fantasies that plays itself in his head, all scenarios of coming home to you after a hard day of work, just to see you and lian greet him the moment he enters your shared house with him, kissing him in the lips, telling him about the wonderfully prepared dinner you and lian whipped up for him, and watching your eyes widen at another bouquet of your favorite flowers he bought home for you. you're not in a relationship with him at all but can't a man just dream?

why dick wonders every damn time one of his friends ditch another one of their hangouts is a question never to be answered. but it's been noticeable these days that he's starting to suspect something wrong at play, especially since he's noticed tension within his comrades, and as a leader he couldn't just simply ignore the tense glares, insults to their being, and the hushed whispers; all pet names, a mantra they're used to calling you.

but dick doesn't take it seriously until it's too late.

that his baby bird long fell off the nest years ago, taken into the arms of whom he thought to be his most trusted comrades, thoroughly loved more than he could've given you. and it's not just one person smitten with you; it's an entire harem of people unwilling to share you just as much as dick who'd soon realize that he shares far more similarities with you; a heartbreaker, yet a caretaker at heart.

it's no wonder why everybody wants you for themselves. it's not only your family who loves to hear your precious laughs and gentle hands; that sets the jealousy ablaze in his heart.

jason never thought that artemis carried a softer version of her. but he's been picking up telltale signs of her donning dangling keychains, all cute doodles of her no doubt, and necklaces he's sure he's seen around the manor at times. it's not her typical style, and she never really found the appeal with cute things like crochet plushies of her; yet the designs are oddly reminiscent to someone he always called his angel. but whenever he tries to bring the topic up, he only receives a snarky reply, a protective hold on her things, and a familiar phrase telling him to mind his business. he isn't aware of how she met you one time after you've nearly been crushed to death by a car accelerating at you, if not for her taking the blunt end of the hit. ever since that day you've been seeing her regularly by alleyways watching over you as your guardian and giving her tokens of appreciation, albeit small, that she keeps as her prized properties; ones nobody has special access to touch. she's not much of a heckler for physical touch, but she occasionally gives you a head scratches and the rare peck to your lips.

jason doesn't like how jealous he is towards her, because of how the would-be stranger treats her and why he can't seem to pinpoint the primal urge to rip those little trinkets from her. sometimes he feels like a man possessed, eyeing the keychains and the random pastel bracelets longer, all warranting the same angered glare artemis reciprocates.

he swore he's seen them before, splayed across the random rooms in the manor, some even being in the library; things he loved to fiddle with whenever he was bored out of his mind. so seeing them being proudly displayed by artemis triggers visceral reactions within him.

but could jason do anything about it when he's part of the reason why your roster consists of your family's comrades? no.

if you couldn't get attention from your family, you'll just have to get it through their affiliations. yeah, some are older than you, but god are you treated like divinity with just how willing they are to kneel upon your feet just to gain a crumb of your attention. even the strongest lay weak whenever you look at them with disappointment or sadness with your wide, captivating eyes.

all the times tim drake would be with teammates, he'd notice how their eyes look at him expectantly, as if waiting for another one to accompany them. at first he ignores it, but the longer their strange behavior persists, he begins opening a case about his close friends.

he soon realizes that conner has a record of mentioning "his cute little darling," and how he'd brag to his other friends about how left his jacket and all his favorite t-shirts in your room and how you're always drowning in his scent— always quiping about just how much it smells like you and how he enjoys wearing all his clothes right after you wear them just to get a whiff of your presence in his life; you being his motivation to fight against crime just so he could see your pretty face and tell him you're proud of him. undeniably, he's the one who spends the longest time with you and he's prideful about it, being the only man with the privilege to touch every part of your skin, wishing to melt against you just so he'd be branded in your body like how your name is the only sweet thing he can taste in his mouth.

it's not only conner, but bart allen would bounce around more often demanding that it's unfair how conner gets everything and how he gets little time with you, with just how often you get thrown around by all your love interests! he'd admit just how cute he finds you whenever you coo about him and play with his messy locks of hair whenever it's his time of the week to visit you right after missions. spending time with him is arguably the most casual part of your life, because he loves to help you with your daily errands despite him complaining about the same tasks to his other teammates... he says it's because you stimulate every part of his brain to find satisfaction in every small action that you do, but it's not only that, rather, he wishes to gain all your praises that you sing for him, never finding boredom in your presence at all.

tim's the first one who pieces the jigsaw puzzle together, but he's thoroughly astounded either way at just how smitten they are with you. it makes him open an entirely different case that's just about you; where he discovers how you're connected with nearly everyone close to him and his siblings.

it makes him wonder what makes you all the more interesting. it's how exactly he spirals into a periodic cluster of events investigating your entire life and drowning himself in work, terabytes of files each analyzed carefully— all about you, your past, and present situation. tim drake never saw a person this admired that much, so much so that online stalking lead to physical stalking.

all your dm's are spammed by countless people, and you don't even take the initiative to reply because you'd be too busy being tossed around by the time the vigilante tracks your location. it's honestly amusing at first but the longer tim become a third perspective to your life, the more he craves your physical presence, just to get a taste of dissecting all the thoughts in your brain. but with just how often their friends fight over you, it'd be hard to rip you away from the clawing hands of all your admirers.

that's why he sets a plan into motion. if he couldn't have you to himself, then he could at least share you with the closest people he had in his life— not with all the strangers who think they know his younger sibling better than he does.

a simple document, many actually, so documents, were all he needed, with printed stacks of a4 paper compiling each and every known fact about you.

all in the name of love, he'd give it out to every member of the family in quick succession.

a hefty reminder to take back what once was theirs.

[richardpapenvarient]

♡ Random dating Wally Darling hcs ♡

(Kind of aimed at male reader but can be read for anyone)

He loves when you play with his hair

And when you do it for him in the morning

He loves when you help him get everything ready in the morning

Tie his bowtie, button his jacket, tie his shoes etc.

Don’t ask me how I know this but this man *loves* cinnamon sugar toast

He eats it all the time, makes it for you too

He calls you all sorts of pet names, pretty boy/girl/darling/love/honey

He doesn’t really like being called pet names though

I wouldn’t call him possessive, but I think he gets jealous pretty easily

Makes sure everyone knows you are his, including you

Big on PDA

Respectful of your boundaries though

Wears your clothes all the time

Loves when you wear his too

…watches you sleep

And I don't mean watches you for a little while you’re asleep

He full on stares, not blinking, doesn't even sleep

You've woken up to his face right in front of your face many times

Gets you lots of little trinkets and items that remind him of you

Draws you all the time

Loves when you scratch his back

Cuddles cuddles cuddles

He always wants to know what you’re thinking about or what your interests are

Pretty much with you at all times, if he’s not he wants to know where you are

Not in a weird way, well, kind of in a weird way, he just feels worried when he doesn’t know what you’re doing

Likes when you read to him

Watching the sunset/sunrise together (if there even is one in the neighborhood)

Likes to kiss your face, hands, tummy

Likes when you kiss his neck

Comes up and hugs you from behind all the time

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That’s all, lmk if you want more 🩷🩷🩷

[writing-mlm]

DtMF

Summary: after losing so many people close to you, you have a lot of regrets Wc: 800 tags/warning: genderless reader, unsafe drinking habits boarding on alcoholism, talks about Alfred, Wally, and Jason’s death, regrets, like a ton, this is lowkey just a vent but I’m using my favs as an outlet a/n: man grief hurts like a bitch fuck you bad bunny ily

You’ve left Gotham years ago, the place you’d grown up in. Left behind your family and your friends, lost touch with the people you’d once loved with your entire being. You’re still close, you’d like to believe that as you walk along the shore of Jump City, listening to the waves and watching as the sun sets; one of many you’ve seen since leaving the plane. 

Alfred had spoken about watching sunsets when he was younger, he likes— liked— watching from a high point in the manor. Jason, too. He used to wake you up from your naps and drag you to the balcony, resting his chubby chin on the wooden banister as the soft glows highlighted his eyes. Alfred would bring the two of you a cup of morning tea and chocolate milk, pretending he was sticking around to collect the dishes. 

You’re sorry for the sun as you glare at her, the painful memories manifesting as a physical pain until you take a swing from your bottle of whatever alcohol you had left in your cabinet. You stumble over a shell and look at it, chest heaving as you pick it up and pocket it. 

The beach reminds you of Wally, how he’d run around and kick up sand. How you’d laugh even though you hated the feeling of sand on your skin; only laughing because you were with him. You look ahead and remember the times you almost told him you liked him, how you’d wanted to kiss him since the first time Dick introduced the two of you. 

You’re forgetting how they look. You’re forgetting the color of Alfred’s eyes, if Jason parted his hair down the middle or not at all, how many freckles Wally had across his face. 

You hate yourself for being such a stick in the mud about taking pictures. You should’ve taken more with them, maybe when you looked back at them they would’ve been better. And not just a grumpy pre-teen who was just starting to hate themselves. How now the only up-to-date pictures you have of them are void of you. As if you’d suddenly left your life at some point. 

Your heart hurts as you think too hard about that, about how the most up-to-date picture with the two of you is from their funerals. You’d been the pallbearer for all of them, always on the right because somehow you’d managed to wiggle your way into all of their hearts despite the fact they were all very different people. 

And despite your heart hurting so much, you feel empty at the same time. That ache feels as if it’s shining a spotlight in the gaping holes that have formed over the years. 

A guy offers you a tray of something white as you pass by his group of friends, he calls after you shouting about needing a boost. You ignore him; they all hated drugs. One of his friends tells him he’s being a dick; she calls him Todd. He calls her Penny. You take another sip. 

You should’ve taken more pictures. You should’ve hugged them more, accepted the forehead kisses from Alfred, and given them more to Jason. Gotten the courage to kiss Wally. 

Clark finds you after searching for an hour and lugs you into his arms. You slug out apologies as he adjusts you in and he just gives you this hopeful look. You hate that he sees you like this, you love him and that’s supposed to encompass the good and the bad but you only want him to see your good. You’d spent too much time giving him your ass after their deaths. 

Later, you find yourself playing dominoes with Pa Kent. You’d taught him to play and he quickly became obsessed with it. He asks if you still think about them; you lie and tell him no. He pretends to believe you and mentions that Kara could use some help making friends in her city. 

You agree; she definitely could. He laughs and you’re on your way to Kara. She’s out with friends, drinking in a club that you quickly find yourself trapped inside of, getting drinks mixed with rum. You drink and you drink, just as you’d done the previous night until you’re kicked out by the bouncer. Apparently, people were concerned for you and that’s how Kara spots you. As people whisper and point at the person getting escorted out. 

You tell Kara you love her as she picks you up, you tell her she’s like a cool younger— or is it older— cousin you’d never get to experience. You tell her you should take more pictures together, nearly dropping your phone when you try to. 

She listens as you drunkenly talk about Dick having a baby, a girl. How you used to steal his cool clothes and now, she’ll be the one to steal them. She watches as you cry, finally admitting for the first time that you’d been in love with Wally since the first time Dick introduced the two of you. She listens as you tell her that you don’t want anyone in your life to leave again. She cries when she hears all of your regrets in life, texting Bruce that he needs to get in contact with you soon without you noticing.

[dreamer-after-dark]

“eyes and overstimulation” please elaborate 🙏

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Wally really likes watching how he makes you feel. Put on a show for him.

Light biting/Light slapping/Light choking/Eye contact/Vibrator/Praise/Encouragement

Word count: 950

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Under the cover of night when the stars filled the sky above with their dazzling shimmers, his lips caressed your shoulder. The faintest of kisses pressed to flesh between the lapping of a tempered yet greedy tongue. Sweat and spit mingle as lips meet in a needy kiss. The heat of his body engulfs you. His grasping and kneading of your hips holds you in place.

Between your legs is where he should be. His body atop yours, an arm propping him up. Eyes watching the reaction of your face. Sweat slickens your skin. Your lips press into a thin line depriving him of your sweetened cries of pleasure. The pressure of his hold on your hip moves away leaving you cold and restless. Your eyes open and the held tears spill. His comfortable touch moves to your face.

"Am I making you cry?" Wally has stopped moving instead keeping himself warmed within you.

A simpered smile on your lips as you contract around him, "Yes."

He leaned in further his forehead butting against yours, "Why am I making you cry?"

You search his eyes, "Because I love how it feels."

He searches too, "How does it feel?"

"It feels like I'm being absolutely filled with you and I cannot get enough of it."

The right words pierce his heart, the throbbing felt where you connect. His eyes darken as he begins moving again slowly. His hips roll against yours, the sounds of wet skin connecting filling the room. His breathing against your ear tickles you, but your mind wanders to the feel of his hand caressing your side feeling the shape of your waist. You glance down watching as his splayed fingers presses against your stomach before dipping below your leg.

His hand supports your leg from underneath his fingers digging into the flesh feeling the muscle underneath. He pushes your leg closer to your chest as he pushes deeper into you. He ground into you finally releasing the whimpers he wanted so badly to hear. His tongue licks along your neck and cheek leaving a trail of spit drying against your skin.

"You're so good for me, so good, so warm," His voice is clear as his thrusts become harder, "I'm so proud of you, darling."

"Thank you, Wally." You feel his teeth take hold of a sweet spot on your neck. The pain is electric down your spine adding to the building pressure of Wally inside of you.

His teeth hold tight as he disrupts his thrusting to grind his hips against you lifting you slightly to get deeper in. His thrusts reach far back bordering on pain, but he persists. His teeth left a painful throbbing mark as he pulled away. Wally moved away to sit up as his thrusting sped up. He watched the way your body reacted, twisting and arching to meet his thrusts. The way you squeezed around him keeping him in. This was his favorite way to have you. Drooling, tearful, and calling his name.

Your arousal stained your thighs. It coated his cock and dripped from his balls. You could feel it drying in layers causing your skin to stick and unstick. Wally's hands rubbed along your thighs, to your hips, and onto your waist. He pressed his fingers down depressing the skin of your stomach. He loved how soft you were to his touches. His hand trailed up to tease your hardened nipples.

His palms grazed over them as he moved up to your throat. His fingers curled around your neck. His gaze continued up taking in the red of your lips before meeting your eyes. He smiled down at you as his hold around your neck tightened, constricting the flow of blood. You gasped out a weak moan mingling with his own as you squeezed around him further.

"My sweet pet, you take me so well." Wally whispered his praises to you as your hands held his wrists. He enjoyed watching the way your eyes rolled back like this. He loved it all so dearly.

Wally moved one hand away to rub against your cheek wiping away your tears. You peek at him through wet lashes. The first slap is gentle. The second feels sharp, but is still not too rough. He watches as your body reacts with a satisfied smirk.

"I have something for you, sweetest." His hands pull away and you take a deep breath. He waits until you look up at him again searching, wanting, clouded. Wally held a small blue vibrator in his hand. He held it up to your face for you to see. You watch as he pressed the button and the gentle hum excited you.

He says nothing as he begins to shake from withholding his own finish. Wally continues on focusing on his enjoyment as he holds the vibrator against your most sensitive spot. The vibrations are intense against you and a whole new wave of arousal pours from you. Your whimpers turn to pleas as Wally stares entranced by the way you tense and shake.

He flicks the vibrator swiping it up and down against you, "Look at me, baby, don't look away. I'm so close, so close."

With your own release approaching you keep your eyes on his, unashamed of your combined moans and the mess you were making together. As you contract around him squeezing and arching your back, Wally collapses on top of you holding you in a crushing hug as he finishes inside of you. He repeats your name as he rides out his release. When Wally stops leaving himself inside of you, you both hold each other. Hands soothed and comforted as the release faded.

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lowk FUCKED up, butttttttttttttt would any of the comic book yanderes lobotomize their darling? we always talkin about willingness and shit saur... ya know!! just a lil off the top if ykwim

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒…

!!! GN reader, take a wild guess (lobotomies), neurological terms used, basic delusional behaviors, unethical uses of superpowers, unethical practices in general, mentions of brain dead/vegetative/mentally handicapped reader, Hal’s part briefly describes actual lobotomy procedures, Joker jumpscare in Harvey’s, gaslighting, a small history lesson here and there, themes of forced drug abuse, Tim Drake being a good candidate for the Saw franchise.

GRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHGHHHRRR. Anon, come over here so I can give you a lil forehead smooch. I’ve always wanted to write a yan lobotomy blurb, but… I didn’t really know what direction I wanted to go. Or who to write about. The idea is was legit, “hee hee, wouldn’t it be silly if there was a yandere lobotomy fic” and that’s about it. So I guess this is my chance to get some feelings out about that, yay!!

A few of these are a bit longer than usual cuz this type of shit is my jam. I also didn’t know if you wanted me to rank them on least to most likely, so shoot me a follow up ask if that’s what you wanted. Mwah!!

Bruce Wayne: Definitely not off the table. I’m willing to bet Thomas Wayne had at least one book on lobotomies; just an antique hardback that makes for an interesting read. I can see young Bruce sitting on his father’s lap in the study, tiny hands tracing over the book’s old diagrams as Thomas lovingly describes all of the morbid things they’d do to people (you know, classic father/son bonding activities). Who knew it would actually come in handy one day? Moral repercussions be damned, my man can pull off a sick lobotomy. There are of course factors he has no control over — such as your own brain plasticity and cognitive function — but that’s not exactly his fault, now is it? What your brain decides to do post-lobotomy has nothing to do with him (jokes aside, he’d be devastated if you were totally fucked up afterwards… though he’d easily adapt).

Bucky Barnes: I think he’s had enough mind-meddling of his own to give this a hard pass. It doesn’t matter how bad you are; he’s not doing anything to your brain. You’ll learn to behave on your own accord. And thank god, cuz bro would NOT make a good brain surgeon. He’d brick you so fast. Also, fun fact, the Soviets were actually the first to ban lobotomies (if memory serves correct; Google is backing me up, so… do with that what you will). I don’t know if this carries over to the KGB and their little secret evil organization side shenanigans, but yeah. Let it be known that the chances of lobotomized Bucky went down by… like… 3%.

Clark Kent: At first, I was about to say no, but then I remembered the Justice Lords from the JL cartoon, and… you know what? Maybe. It would be a very low chance, but if it’s gotten to the point where you’re a danger to yourself, Clark would have no other choice. What else can he do? Your safety always comes first and foremost. While the two dots singed into your forehead would raise a few brows, it’s not like he lets you out much anyway. He’d spend a long time trying to cope with the guilt. He did this to save you… he just had to save you from yourself. At least his heat vision is precise enough that he wouldn’t fuck it up. Now all that’s left to do is hope that you turn out okay. He’ll consider it a job well done if you can at least still smile at him.

Dick Grayson: He really isn’t that much different from Bruce, is he? Yeah, he’d do it. Maybe with a few more reservations, but he’d still do it. I think it’s in your best interest if you don’t let him spiral this far, because he’s not against the idea of you being in a completely vegetative state. Yeah, it would suck that you aren’t as active of a participant as he’d want you to be, but having complete control over your care is good enough for him. He’ll easily let his own delusions fill that void. Honestly, a part of him might even hope you turn out with a mental capacity of a toddler. It’s the best of both worlds; while you can still respond to your environment, you also rely heavily on his care. Perfectly pliable in his hands… a dream come true! Yay!

Hal Jordan: Nah. He’s good. Last he checked, he’s not the most qualified person in the world to quite literally poke around in someone’s brain. Hell, even the thought of it makes him sick. No drilling holes into skulls, no skewering needles through eye sockets, no thanks! He’ll leave that up to the people who can stomach the grosser shit. Now, is the thought of a quick operation that theoretically fixes your bratty behavior tempting? Sure. But Hal’s not an idiot; he knows the risks, and those risks just don’t seem worth it. There’s a reason lobotomies are unethical nowadays. Unless the topic comes up in some sort of show or movie, the thought wouldn’t even cross his mind.

Harvey Dent: Neither Harvey nor Two Face are all that keen on the idea. They might’ve done some fucked up shit to you (definitely Two Face more than Harvey), but a lobotomy? That’s just a new level of fucked up. A Joker level of fucked up, even (and the thought of being compared to that piece of shit makes both sides of Dent want to light up an entire room). Besides, there’s no one on the entire planet he’d trust to pull off a procedure like that on you. While he might know a guy or two who would totally do it in this day and age, he’d sooner put a bullet in their brain than let them fuck around with yours. That being said, don’t think you’re totally out of the woods. At the end of the day, it’s all up to the coin, remember?

Jaime Reyes: Would Jaime? No. Absolutely not. It’s unethical, it’s fucked, and it’s also just gross. Anything to do with surgery makes him feel extremely squeamish, and he might actually pass out if he thinks about it too hard. But would Khaji Da? Yeah. Probably. Though it would have to be an extreme scenario, where you’re just completely beyond controlling. Khaji Da knows the risks, and while he’ll execute the technical aspects flawlessly, the results are naturally unpredictable. It would be unfortunate if the scarab lost its host’s mate. Your poor little noggin is at the mercy of Jaime’s resolve. Is he in full control? Then don’t worry, his incoherent mutterings about severing connections in your prefrontal cortex are nothing but his weird intrusive thoughts. But… if he isn’t… uh-oh.

Peter Parker: Nope. No lobotomies here. He’s quite aware of the repercussions, both morally and practically. Honestly, he doesn’t even see most of your behaviors as something in need of correcting in the first place. Maybe if you were causing yourself any sort of harm, but other than that, he can put up with a lot of your bullshit. Talking back? Name calling? Hitting and kicking? Straight-up just being abusive? As long as you don’t leave him, he’ll work with it! Peter is the exact definition of a pushover yandere. You can get away with a lot, and that includes not getting lobotomy!

Reed Richards: I can see him pulling one off. Is it the most desirable outcome? Definitely not. But there’s only so much he can put up with before he finally puts his foot down. If you’re the insubordinate type, you’ve probably given him at least 17 heart attacks by now, and it’s only natural he’d come up with a way to curb those behaviors. See, me personally, if I were to get a lobotomy from any of these men, I’m calling up Reed. He’s no neurologist, but I’m sure he can whip up something to study your brain waves and accurately predict the outcome of a lobotomy. Plus, he’d probably have the safest environment and instruments for the operation. You won’t feel a thing, trust. Now let’s hope months of collecting data and trial runs on some less-than-willing test subjects pay off!

Remy LeBeau: Yeah, no… probably not. Thanks to Sinister, he knows first hand how invasive a lobotomy is. You’d have to be really unstable for him to even consider that idea. He definitely has the means to do it — all he has to do is put a finger up to your forehead and burn through your frontal lobe �� but having the resolve to do it is a different story. While he might’ve turned out semi-okay post-lobotomy, there’s no telling what would happen after yours. Way too risky. Only something to consider as a totally nuclear option. So don’t make him do something he’d rather not, okay? It’d be better for you, better for him, better for everyone.

Scott Summers: Like Gambit, he’s a victim of Sinister’s fuckery but 10 times worse. I don’t think he’d be able to stomach the thought of doing anything surgical to you no matter how disobedient you are. But… maybe we can make this a little interesting. Scott’s attracted some hella weird attention over the years… who’s to say someone like Sinister wouldn’t get his hands on you and do a little fucking around? Maybe Goblin Queen? A particularly pissed off Phoenix? While Scott himself wouldn’t dare lobotomize you, I think there’s some people out there who would. Or, hear me out: mind controlled Cyclops almost crushing your skull with an optic blast. It would be more blunt force than an actual lobotomy, but I’m willing to bet it would fuck up your cognitive function all the same. Despite the immense horror and guilt he’d feel afterwards, a small part of him can see it as a blessing in disguise (depending on how you turn out, that is).

Steve Rogers: Honestly, Cap was frozen at the funniest point in history ever. The amount of lobotomies increased exponentially from the 40s to 50s (mind you, WWII ended in 1945), and then antipsychotics were introduced as a more ethical way to treat mental illness, which Steve wouldn’t know shit about. Unfortunately for all of my fellow sickos out there, lobotomies were probably never a thing Steve liked about the 40s, but allow me to offer an alternative. Steve thinks there’s clearly something wrong with your mental health; why else would you act like you hate him? Luckily for him, this is the 21st century, where people know much more about mental illnesses and disorders. He could easily pull some strings as Captain America and get you the help you so obviously need. So, I guess the question is, how many different prescriptions of antipsychotics can one take at once? Guess you’ll find out!

Tim Drake: So… uh… y’all better pray that he doesn’t get any intrusive thoughts about this shit. And if he does, PRAY that he snaps out of his weird fit before it’s too late. DO NOT LET BRO COOK. I don’t think he’d totally fuck it up or anything, but the chances of him spiraling and performing more than one are dangerously high. You might find the out hard way just how much poking and prodding a brain can take before it shuts down. Depending on how manic he is, he might actually lobotomize you while you’re conscious. No anesthesia, no painkillers, just him pouncing on you with a hammer and pick. You will be rawdogging this lobotomy like god intended. That’s when he’d fuck your shit up. Unless you want him to brick your brain, you better fight him off and wrestle those tools out of his hands. The post-manic episode clarity would be insane. “Uh… sorry I tried to give you a lobotomy.” Cool, man. Okay.

Wally West: Wally “if you need to give someone a lobotomy, that’s honestly a skill issue” West. Who needs that shit when you’re THE master manipulator? It would take some god-tier perception (or paranoia) to see through a fraction of his act, and even so, what good will any of that do when he’s got everyone else wrapped around his finger? Fighting against him is a dangerous game. If need be, he’ll play the loving caretaker while you’re the loony one. Poor Wally… he’s trying to help you through your issues, and this is the thanks he gets? Wow. Now, for the sake of a little exploration, I think it’s important to note that Wally could theoretically go through with it (by phasing his hand through your skull and solidifying at the right angle), but that sounds way too unstable to pull off. It would probably run the risk of turning your brain into a soup, and I’m pretty sure that kills people.