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dcxdpdabbles · 3 months

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DCxDP Fanfic idea: Wrong Number

Bruce prides himself in keeping all of his networks secured. If he didn't make it himself, he had the funds and connections to get him the best working on his systems.

He had backup plans in case the systems were ever hacked, of course, but he had yet to encounter a cyber attack that wasn't beaten away by his firewalls or his team.

Babs and Tim were far more feral when booting out unwanted guests. The level of protection was also transferred to his other systems that weren't Batman-related, just to make sure the connection between Bruce and Batman was never made.

That's why he never really checks his personal phone's caller ID, not the one he gave out as Brucie Wayne, but the one Bruce used for his real life without any masks- civilian or vigilante. The only ones who had the number- and the access- were his children and Alfred.

Not even the Justice League- those who were aware of his identity- knew of this number.

Bruce is in the middle of typing up a report for the next Wayne Board meeting when his personal phone rings. He figures it's Dick giving him a call to update him on his drive home or maybe Jason, as his son was planning on going to college.

"Go for Papa Bruce," He says, knowing his kids hate his phone greeting and doing it deliberately to spite them.

There is a long pause where he can't help but smirk thinking his child is either rolling their eyes or cringing too hard to properly speak. Eventually, a voice cracks over the speaker.

"Hello. I'm selling cookies to raise money for my own star. Would like to buy a box from me?" says a boy, not one he has taken in. The voice is young maybe not even double digits yet. Bruce is alarmed.

"Who are you?! How did you get this number?" He demands, yanking his phone to his face and seeing, with a chill, a phone number out of state.

His system had been compromised. By a child. By accident.

"My name is Danny!" The boy chirps. "I sell cookies. Like the Girl Scouts, but I'm a boy, and I don't scout."

"That's rather fantastic, lad. What kind of cookies are you selling?" Bruce asks to keep the boy on the line while sending an email blast to the others. It's a string of numbers that are code for compromise so they all know to close any communication channel until it's safe to get back on.

"Chocolate chip. Mint Slim. Oatmeal and peanut butter. I made them myself!"

Right. Bruce hooks up his phone, tracing the call. The signal bounces off the call, swinging up to a salute and falling back down to earth. In seconds he has the boy's location. It pings in a small town right outside of Star City.

He sends Barry a private message. His friend is already on the way to the location. He'll get the boy in a few seconds.

"How much for a box of chocolate chips? Those are my favorite." Bruce tells the boy, voice whimsical as his Brucie persona demands.

In an unsure tone, the boy pauses, then whispers, "I don't know. No one ever let me get this far."

"How about twenty for a box of dozen? I'll buy five boxes for each of my kids that live at him," Bruce tells him, and the boy gasps.

"That could buy me one whole night in a hotel!"

Bruce's insides freeze. What did he mean-

"Hey! No! Let go!" Danny suddenly screams. Bruce's heart launches- he hates it when kids get hurt, especially those that sound like Danny- until Barry's voice comes over the speaker.

"I got him, Mr. Wayne. Thank you for alerting the Justice League Hotline." That's code for This is not a threat to you Batman and Bruce allows himself to relax just a little.

"Narc!" The boy shouts, outraged, before the call drops. Barry is likely taking over the situation, which means Bruce can leave it in his capable hands.

After reassuring his kids that he is fine and that they are all safe, he suits up and meets the Flash in the Watch Tower. There, he learns that Danny is only seven years old and has been living on the streets for a while.

The boy had been surviving by baking some cookies to sell on the side of the street- where did he bake them? The boy would not say- until he got the bright idea to try to sell through phone calls like he had seen on TV.

He punched in random numbers at the community center phone and gave his pitch about a star, thinking people would be more willing to buy from him if he had an excellent reason.

Barry had left him with CPS, but he looked devastated about that. It turned out that Danny was a meta and had likely been kicked out of his home once it was found out based on what he said of his parents.

Bruce felt he should assure Barry that Danny was fine and look into his placement to help settle his more sensitive teammate's nerves.

He was unhappy that Danny was not in a good placement; there were far too many reports from a concerned neighbor to make him think it was a safe place. Given the fact that placement had a lot of meta kids that "fell through the cracks," Bruce worried he had just stumbled across a trafficking ring.

He would sick Barry and Jason on them. Just to ensure they wouldn't see the light of day again.

Still, that did not fix his mistake with Danny, the little cookie seller.

Bruce hacked into the system to move Danny. He thought about where he would move the young child but ultimately had him in Wayne Manor.

Just until he could confirm that he would be safe. He certainly didn't think about the adorable little boy who called him with his heart in his hand and got sent to a terrible place for three weeks because of Bruce.

Danny arrived at Wayne Manor with a happy little bounce and a chipper outlook on life than Bruce was expecting. "If it isn't Mr. Narc!"

God, he going to adopt the boy, isn't he?

(Danny has been thrown into a different universe, aged down to a child. He survived by overshadowing people into letting him spend the night baking cookies.

He was thrown into a somewhat typical home, but the nosy neighbor down the street took far too much notice of his overshadowing, and now he was being moved again.

Maybe he can terrorize Mr. Narc now instead? )

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Danny de-age #Dimension travel #Crack #Basically He overshaowed people and everyone lost their minds about it #Barry will fight Bruce for Danny #Danny will make it his life goal to be Bruce's life hell

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obxone · 11 months

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Distraction (Part 3)

Edited-ish. ~1.5k words.

Warning: Smut (Do not read if you are not 18+)

Taglist: @junhuilvrrr

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“Well, this explains it!” Barry is incredibly loud once he sees you. His dark eyes rake over you before tuning to Rafe with a shit eating grin. “Your girl is here, man.”

You fidget, hands clasping behind your back as you watch the kook and drug dealer sprawled out on the second floor deck, enjoying the spoils of their plundering.

Rafe looks up from counting cash to see you, a slow smile spreading over his features. He stands and crosses the distance between you.

“I’m glad you came.”

It does not register with you that you are holding your breath until your body forces you to inhale. A tense smile forming on your lips.

“I didn’t realize you had company,” you murmur, hand slipping into his.

Rafe glances over his shoulder to Barry, who is watching you both with a grin still on his face. “It’s just Barry.”

“Don’t worry about me, Princess. Country Club invited me.”

You nod and turn your attention to Rafe. “I’ll come back later, okay? And we can talk.”

“No,” Rafe says quickly, his hand tightening around yours. “No, stay.”

“We need to talk… alone,” you add.

Rafe smirks, his gaze dragging down the length of you before he starts to move forward and force you to walk backward. “Barry, go find something to occupy yourself.”

He laughs and stands, grabbing his can of beer before heading towards one of the doors into the house. “Whatever you say, Country Club.”

You stare up at Rafe, your nerves running rampant as he walks you back into the second floor of Tanneyhill’s main house before steering you into the primary suite. You know this is a risk to come here and be alone with Rafe. But your body carves more of his touch, and your traitorous heart wants nothing more than to own his and vice versa.

“Rafe…” You whisper as he shuts the double doors before reaching for you again. His large hand is warm on your waist. The other hand tips your face up to his. “What are yo-”

His lips find yours cutting you off, and you kiss him back before putting space between you. You bite your lip, and he stares at you. Eyebrows raising at your choice to step away from him.

“I’m not going to be that easy, Mr. Cameron.”

He chuckles, the tip of his tongue darting out to drag over his bottom lip. “Really? Because I can already tell you are going to be putty in my hands.”

You laugh, glancing behind you as you sidestep the bench at the foot of the king sized bed. “Why don’t you give it your best shot?”

“All right,” he smirks, before reaching and pulling his t-shirt over his head and throwing it to a chair in the corner of the room. “I’ll play, and I don’t play fair.”

You laugh and angle yourself to either escape past him or over the bed when he decides to charge after you.

“I’ll even give you a chance to reconsider,” he muses, kicking his loafers off before locking the bedroom door. “Because when I get my hands on you, Princess, you won’t leave this room for days.”

“Days?” You mock him with a teasing look.

“Days. I’ll count to ten, and if you are still in this room, then I win.”

“Oh,” you laugh, playing off his threat, but deep down, you know it is very real, and he intends to devour you. Your hands tighten on the back of the armchair you are hiding behind in anticipation.

“Ten…”

You cock your head, gaze dragging over this length of him.

“Nine…”

Your eyes dart to the door before moving back to him.

“Eight…” He takes one step closer, and your heart rate seems to triple in speed. “Seven…”

“And what if I want this?” You counter, you know he will not let you slip past him, and he is still blocking the door. You could get through the bathroom, but even that puts you too close to him.

He chuckles. “Six… Five…”

“Rafe…”

“Four…”

You exhale a steadying breath.

“Three…”

And here goes nothing as you slip from around the chair and try to ease around the table.

“Two…”

“Rafe!” You warn, cheeks warming as his blue eyes track you across the room. You get past the table and the second chair and start to run for the bathroom door.

His eyes narrow. “One.”

It happens fast, his arm hooks around your waist, and you are pulled off your feet. Your back meets expensive bedding and an incredibly soft mattress moments later.

“I want you.” His tone shifts and his eyes darken as he takes you in. Your hair splayed over the bed behind you, and your skin burns with anticipation. “And I’m going to have you.”

You hum, hand dragging down his chest. “Rafe…”

Rafe’s hand slides up your leg and over your shorts before moving to undo the tie on your paper bag shorts. You bite your bottom lip, watching him. He hooks his fingers around the waist of your shorts before tugging them down. Your hands are shaking as you touch his arms, nails biting at his biceps.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” he hums before pressing a kiss to your lower belly.

“Will you be gentle with me?” You cup his face, your thumb brushing over his bottom lip.

“Absolutely not.”

You gasp as he nips at your hip. Your shorts are tossed somewhere on the floor of the bedroom, and he groans at the sight of your lacy baby blue panties. He bunches your tank top up in his hands before sliding it up and over your head. You bite your lip when he sees that you are completely bare on your top half.

“Fuck.”

“Touch me,” you beg him, guiding his hands to your skin. “Please.”

Rafe’s hands enclose your breasts, and he watches, mesmerized as he runs his thumbs over your peaked nipples.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Princess.”

You hum, arching your back and dragging the heel of your foot down the back of his leg. Your hands trail over his shoulders and down his chest to the button of his Oxford shorts. Your fingertips memorize every dip and curve of his toned torso.

“Take them off,” he commands, and you do as you are told. You take his boxer briefs down at the same time, and he springs free. Your lips part in surprise, and your thighs threaten to clench together.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your forehead. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

You nod, hands moving to cup his face before you kiss him. He makes quick work of removing your panties before his hand snakes between your legs.

“You are soaked, Baby.”

You groan, head tipping back as he strokes his fingers over you again and again. Your legs spread for more, encouraging him.

“That’s my girl, doing so good,” he encourages you.

You moan, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he sinks two fingers into you, and his thumb finds your clit. Your fingers tighten on the bedding, and your other hand presses against the back of his neck bringing his face down to yours. You kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he works you into putty just like he promised.

“I’m so close,” you whisper against his lips. This is the first experience you have had where nothing but foreplay and a little touching has brought you so close to the edge so fast. “Rafe… please!”

“I know, Baby, I know,” he grunts, his head dropping, so he can watch his fingers work over you. “Taking me so well.”

“More,” you encourage. “I want more.”

He smirks, chuckling a little before withdrawing his touch. His two fingers coated in you slips past his lips, and you gasp, watching him suck his fingers clean. His eyes briefly close as he hums in satisfaction.

“Oh, my god.”

He laughs, “Not quite, Princess.”

You are no longer aware of anything outside of this moment, including the pogues and how they would feel knowing you are here and allowing this to happen. It is not even a thought in your mind.

“Please,” you beg, barely above a whisper. “Please, Rafe.”

He groans, gaze dragging over you completely naked and spread for him. His eyes focus on the slickness between your legs.

“You are the sexiest thing, hands down.”

You blush, a giggle falling from your lips before you reach for him. Your lips claim his, and he kisses you back while his hand slips between you, and you gasp as he begins to ease the tip of his length into you.

The kissing ends, and your head falls back against the bed, and he takes the opportunity to attach his mouth to your neck. His hands find yours and cage them against the bed as he begins to fuck you, and he holds true to his words, nothing about it is gentle.

(Part 4)

#outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #outer banks rafe cameron #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron smut

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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Hey who wants a sneak peek wip of some wiring of my take on @phoenixcatch7 's Possessed Doll Au- Anyway here have a bit of the JL debating on things and about to meet Robin for the first time lol

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“Okay, but what about a demon,” Flash waved around his spoon, holding a tub of yogurt that almost blended with the red of his suit.

“No way, someone would have noticed and can’t they possess people?” Hal protested, scowling. “Obviously spooky is some sort of robot-”

That got another round of protests from the present members, all putting forth their own ideas for what the third founder might be. Superman had admitted before that he couldn’t see through the tattered cloak and suspected it to have lead, which was actually rather concerning if not for the fact that apparently that was just a thing in Gotham.

“I still think he’s some sort of reanimated corpse, some sort of necromancy shit,” Green Arrow grumbled. “It’s Gotham, I know they have a few zombies wandering about.”

“Now that’s just mean,” Superman admonished, having wandered in from one of the many halls. “We shouldn’t be speculating on things like this and feedin’ rumors.”

“Oh c’mon Supes, you aren’t just a little curious? Don’t want to get in on the bets or anything?” Hal motioned around with a grin.

“No,” the kryptonian shook his head. “If Batman wants us to know, he’ll tell us- he already seemed uncomfortable with the fact he can’t even pass as human.”

Right, the whole reveal where the big-bad-bat practically admitted he wasn’t a human and probably didn’t even have a civilian identity. Or any identity maybe- it was Gotham after all, who would report it to the police who were so notoriously corrupt that even they- people outside of the city- knew about it.

“Speaking of our friend,” Martian Manhunter- J’onn- spoke up from where he was eating some oreos. Really, where did he get them? “It is not like him to be late.”

Not unlike the saying speak of the devil, and he shall appear, the Zeta tubes beeped, notifying them all of an arrival.

“Arriving, B002: Batman.”

Hal snorted. “Finally, and he was the one to say not to be la-”

“Guest override. Welcome B003: Robin.”

There was utter silence for a moment, all of them taking a moment to actually register what they had just heard from the security system. Sure it was already strange that their fellow member wasn’t labeled the first of his letter (something he’d never explained) but the fact that there was a third one now?

Hell, they hadn’t even been aware there was such a thing as a ‘guest override’ until five seconds ago! And who in the world was Robin? Was that their actual name, a codename? Knowing the bat, it was probably a fake name of some sort. Maybe.

No one could convince Barry that their ally’s name may not be the Bat.

Exchanging bemused looks, the league settled down slightly, anticipation thick in the air as they waited impatiently for their final member.

#writing wip #story wip #possessed doll au #cryptid batman #cryptid batfam #batman au #batman #dc #dcu #justice league #robin #flash #superman #hal jordan #green lantern #Martian Manhunter #There's more they're just not mentioned by name up to this point lol #This is gonna be great they can't see Robin and are so confused at first lol #IT OCTOBER AYYY

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that1emowitch · 1 month

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Suit Shopping

Prompt by @shinekocreator : "Hear me out: the batsiblings going suit shopping with Dick. Fluffy engaged birdflash. Maybe something around planning the wedding. Also some batsiblings being siblings"

A/N: I had a random burst of inspiration at 10 pm and suddenly wrote this whole this lol

Words: 3006

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2!

TW: None, I think. It's all pretty fluffy. Lmk if I missed smth

“I still think he’ll look prettier in purple,” Steph holds up her phone, showing an image of a bright purple suit. “Like, look at that! All it needs is some glitter.”

“Tt.” Damian scowls at her. “Everyone knows weddings are supposed to be black-and-white.”

“Yeah, the purple looks like the Joker,” Jason points out, nodding. “But hear me out: Red.”

Damian shouts again in protest, basically jumping on Jason. The two start fighting, pulling each-other’s hair and yelling.

“You sure you want them to help, Rob?” Wally shakes his head, his arms wrapped around Dick’s waist as the pair stands just a few feet away, looking at the Bats trying to kill each other.

Dick sighed, resting his head on his boyfriend— no, fiance’s shoulder. “They’re not really giving me a choice, honestly. But this’ll be fun, I’m sure!”

Wally chuckles. “Yeah, Bart and Barry are insisting to come shopping with me, too. So is Iris, actually.” He pulls away from Dick after placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “I’d better get going. Have fun!”

“You too!” Dick smiles as he watches his beloved speed off— he is the fastest man alive, after all. Then Cass walks up to him, gesturing to Damian, Steph, and Jason, then pushing her right hand towards the webbed part of her left in the sign for “annoying”.

He just chuckles, shaking his head. “Just have to wait for Duke and Tim, now, huh?”

Cass smiles and points behind him— where Duke has just entered the living room through the Batcave. “Hey, D,” He waves his hand in greeting as he walks up to them. He gives Damian and Jason— the latter of who is now pinning the younger against a wall with a gun raised— a long look. “What is going on?”

Cass just makes the “annoying” ASL sign again.

“DUKE!” Steph suddenly jumps on him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “I am so glad you’re here, you’re the only sensible one in this house! Which color do you think Dick’s suit should be?”

She shows him three photos— one exquisite, expensive purple suit made of leather, and two cheap thrift-store black and red suits.

Duke hesitates, carefully extracting himself from the blonde. “Uhh… Don’t you think Dick should decide? It is his wedding.”

“Thank you,” Dick says, pulling Duke closer.

“Heathens, all of you,” Steph shakes her head, disappointed.

That’s when Tim finally enters through the front door— being carried by Kon. Tim quickly jumps out of Kon’s arms, beet red, when he realizes his siblings are already here, and watching. Jon trails after the pair, instantly brightening up when he sees Damian.

Damian stops fighting with Jason just to greet Jon. Suddenly, the young Super flies into Damian, wrapping himself around the Bat, yapping away excitedly.

Everyone in the room freezes.

Oh no, poor Jon is so dead… Dick thinks.

Then.

Damian awkwardly raises his arm and pats Jon on the back, half-hugging him.

Jon pulls away in a second then runs to Dick. “Is it true? You’re getting married? How does it work? Are you excited? Where’s your ring? When’s the wedding? Are you gonna have a b—”

“Woah, woah there!” Dick laughs a little, showing off his ring— a thin gold strand with a Robin on it. “Yeah, I’m engaged to Wally. You know, Flash.”

“WOAH…” Jon’s eyes are wide with awe. Damian pulls him away, tutting.

“Tt. You must be real naive if you don’t know how weddings work.”

“Whatever, man, I just wanna go to the mall.” Jon smiles and shrugs.

Dick smiles back, proud of his Baby Bat for making a good friend. “So,” He claps his hands, getting everyone’s attention. “None of us will be flying to the mall, just FYI. Now, there’s 9 of us here, but one car can only fit five, so we’ll need to take two cars.”

“Um, actually,” Jason stood, twirling keys on his fingers. “I’m taking my motorbike. And only Blondie’s allowed to come with.”

“But this is a family bonding opportunity, Jay!” Dick protested. “We can all—”

“I have a bike,” Kon said suddenly, looking at Tim hopefully. “I can just fly back and get it here. Then we can— uh…”

Tim blushes. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be perfect.”

Kon flashes a smile, and flies out the window.

Dick sighs. I guess that leaves no other choice.

“Okay, the rest of you, come on,” Dick heads to the garage, watching with a soft smile as Damian, Jon, Duke, and Cass pile into his car. While Jon and Damian bicker over who called shotgun first, Cass quietly slips into the passenger seat.

God, Dick loves his sister.

He flashes her a smile, letting her turn the radio to a station to one that plays 60’s ballroom music— she loves music with no words.

He hears the moment the boys realize Cass has taken the seat— they fall quiet, and get into the back, squeezing against Duke, who was peacefully sitting by the window.

He grins, hands on the steering wheel, ready to set off.

They all meet again in the mall’s carpark. Jason and Steph are discussing something about the parking being ridiculously overpriced, Damian’s explaining to Duke how cars work (Duke’s trying hard not to say “I know”), Cass is still listening to ballroom music, Kon’s encouraging Jon to get piercings…

“This is the quietest they’ve all been together, isn’t it?” Tim pipes up from beside Dick, making the older man jump.

“Jesus— Tim, how’re you so quiet?” Dick took a breath to steady himself.

“Years of stalking Batman and Robin paid off, I guess,” He shrugs. “I need coffee.”

Before Dick can reply, Tim walks towards the others, and shouts, “Okay, people. Here’s how it’s gonna go:”

Dick’s brows furrow. “Wait, you’re planning this—”

“There are too many stores, and not enough time. So we’ll split up into groups, find and buy any and all suits we like— in size M, or US 40—”

“—You know my size?”

“—forget about the price, Bruce is paying, and meet back at McDonald’s at 6pm. Jason and Steph, go with Dick to the east wing of the mall. Cass and Duke, go to the west wing. Kon and I will take the north, Damian and Jon to the south. Got that?”

Dick was stunned for a second when everyone easily agreed and split up— they must’ve discussed this before. Slightly dazed, he let Jason and Cass lead him away, to the east entrance of the mall.

Damian walks through the mall, heading straight to the information desk, where a directory of all stores is put up. His eyes scan the shop names and their descriptions, analyzing each one. After all, Grayson deserves the best of the best.

Suddenly Jon appears beside him, vibrating with enthusiasm. “Where do we go first?”

“Nordstrom.” Damian replies, his eyes landing on the name of the store. “Anything there will easily outshine every suit any of the others manage to find.”

“Oooh, that sounds so fancy!” Jon’s eyes widen in awe.

“It is. Not that a farmboy like you could understand it.” Damian turns to face Jon.

“At least I’m not a crazy trust fund kid who’s going to buy, like, 20 suits just so Dick has plenty of choices,” Jon shoots back, undeterred.

“At least I’m not a 12-year-old who thinks math is hard.”

“At least I don’t have Mommy or Daddy issues.”

"At least I'm a man of great intelligence and taste, while you are a farmboy that talks to birds."

"Hey, those birds were awesome... and at least I talk to them... you just sit around being brooding and quiet. The most noise you make is when you're complaining."

“At least I am not a naive boy who thinks the world is sunshine and rainbows!”

Jon crosses his arms. "Yeah, and at least I'm not a brooding snob who's afraid to express his feelings, so he hides behind sarcasm and snarky comments."

That one shuts Damian up.

“So,” Jon puts up a radiant smile again, hand pointing into the air. “To Nordstrom!”

“It’s right there.” Damian points behind Jon.

Jon moves so he’s pointing towards the store. “To Nordstrom!”

Tim and Kon’s hands find each other as soon as they part with the rest of the group— enjoying this feeling of being so close to one another. They head straight to the first clothes store they find, searching around for a suit.

“Hey, Tim,” Kon calls, picking up a red and blue Superboy-themed crop top, complete with leather lining and metal studs. “This would look cute on you.”

Tim blushes. “Kon, we’re looking for a suit!”

“But just buy this too,” Kon encourages, smirking. “Trust me. I can really imagine you in this.”

“And nothing else.” The words escape Tim’s mouth before he can think, and he suddenly slaps his free hand over his mouth. “Um, forget that. Please.”

Kon’s cheeks turn slightly red, but he puts the top in their shopping basket anyway. “So. Um. Suits.”

“Yes,” Tim says awkwardly “Suits.”

The two find a section of the store for formal clothing soon enough, and start rummaging around for something Dick might like.

Everything seems wrong— too formal, too stiff, too not Dick.

“What if we buy a few of these suits, then paint them?” Kon suggests.

Tim turns to face him, thinking. “Good idea, but the only one of us that can paint well is Damian— and we’re competing against him.”

Kon’s brows raise. “Wait, we’re competing against Damian?”

“We’re competing against every other ‘team’ we split up in,” Tim explains, skimming through racks of blue-gray suits. “Damian and Jon, Duke and Cass, Steph and Jason.”

“Oh,” Kon nodded along. “So, how does it work?”

“We all find the best suits possible and present them to Dick, and the team whose suit Dick picks wins.”

“And Dick has no idea about this competition.”

“Helps him be a neutral judge.”

“Uh-huh,” Kon chuckles. “You Bats and your secrecy…”

“Coffee,” Tim says suddenly, turning to leave the store. “We’re not gonna find anything here. Might as well get some coffee. On me.”

Kon smiles, taking Tim’s hand again. “As you wish, babe.”

Then his eyes widen. “Wait, we have to buy the tank top first!”

Duke watches as his sister prances around the store, looking at the different dresses. They’re in a designer boutique (whose manager didn’t believe they were actually here to buy something until they flashed Bruce’s credit card).

He chuckles as Cass picks up a soft pink dress, holding it to herself and standing before the mirror. “It looks lovely, really.”

Cass smiles, and gives it to the manager to add to their cart, just like the many other dresses she did so with before. It doesn’t matter that they’re here to buy a suit— if Cass likes something along the way, she can very well buy it.

Then she finds another princess gown— this time, pastel purple, with shiny sequins and sparkles.

“Yeah, Steph’s gonna love seeing you in that,” Duke grins teasingly. Cass blushes sightly, then hands it over to the manager..

“Also, where are your best suits? Something flashy, not formal and plain.” He asks one of the assistants.

“Oh, yes, I’m sure yellow and black would look great on you, Mr. Thomas,” The assistant replies politely, starting to lead them to a corner.

Duke tries not to cringe at the mention of him in black and yellow. “Um, it’s for my brother, actually. We have his measurements, but is it possible to get it custom-made without him actually being here? It’s a bit of a surprise.”

“Of course,” The assistant nods, leading them to a row of racks filled with rolled-up sheets of fabric. “It would take longer, but you can custom-pick every piece of fabric, every decoration, even talk to our design specialist to make it perfect. It would usually take a few weeks, but for you, we can get it done in just two days, I’m sure.”

Cass walks up to them. “Blue.”

“Of course.”

“Like the night sky. With shining stars, if that’s possible.” Duke adds.

“Do have a chat with the design specialist I mentioned, Mr. Thomas and Ms. Wayne.” The assistant smiles politely. “Shall I check out the six dresses you bought, meanwhile?”

Duke nods, smiling. “Yes, please.”

This was definitely going to be better than the others’ suits.

Steph pulls Dick along by the hand as they both laugh, running through the clothes store. Jason walks behind them, clearly amused but pretending to not care.

“OOOH, pick this!” Steph shoves another bright purple suit into Dick’s hands. He gives her a look.

“Steph… I don’t like purple! I want something blue!” Dick looks around, making sure no one’s eavesdropping, hen whispers, “Nightwing blue!”

Steph pouts. “What do you think, Jason?”

“Red.” Jason replies, looking through some suits. “But if we wanna win, we gotta give him what he wants.”

Steph frowns slightly, but agrees.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Dick holds his hands in front of them. “What do you mean ‘win’?”

Both of them freeze. Then Steph replies awkwardly, “Uh, win your heart, of course!”

“Yeah,” Jason adds, his tone dry. “Prove we’re your best siblings ever.”

Dick blinks. “Steph’s not a sibling. She’s dating our sister and she used to date our brother.”

“Potato, Potatoh,” Steph puts on the fakest smile ever, steering Dick away towards the blue-coloured suits. He goes along, confused.

As they peruse through the suits, Steph and Jason exchange glances, silently communicating their plan. They need to find the perfect Nightwing blue suit to win Dick over. They scan through the racks, occasionally holding up a suit for Dick to inspect.

“This one?” Steph asks, holding up a suit that's more on the navy side.

“Nah, too dark,” Dick shakes his head.

“What about this one?” Jason suggests, pointing to a suit that's a bit too light.

“Too bright,” Dick dismisses it.

The trio continues their search, but nothing seems to meet Dick's standards. Steph starts to feel a little anxious— they need to find something soon if they want to win the competition. Just as she's about to suggest going to another store, Jason spots a suit tucked away in the corner.

“Hey, check this out,” Jason calls out, pulling out a suit in the perfect shade of Nightwing blue. It's sleek, stylish, and has just the right amount of sophistication.

Dick's eyes light up as he examines the suit. “This... this is it.”

Steph grins triumphantly. “I knew we'd find the perfect one!”

Jason nods in agreement. “Let's grab it before someone else snatches it.”

They quickly make their way to the checkout counter, excitement bubbling within them. As they pay for the suit, Jason can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not only did they find the ideal suit for Dick, but they're also one step closer to winning the competition.

With the suit in hand, they head towards the designated meeting spot at McDonald's, eager to show off their find and see what the others have come up with.

The group rendezvouses at a particularly large booth in the mall’s McDonald’s just at 6 pm. Everyone’s carrying shopping bags— Damian and Jon are carrying three each. They settle into the booth, arranging themselves comfortably, excitement evident in their expressions.

Dick, seated at the head of the table, can hardly contain his curiosity. “Alright, everyone, let's see what you've got!”

“Not right now!” Duke shouts suddenly, and Cass nods along. “Cass and I have customized the perfect suit for you but it’s going to take two days to make, so, just to be fair, we’ll present our find in two days.”

Damian scowls. “Why should we waste our time over your fault?”

“It’s not a fault, it’s a—”

“It’s not fair,” Tim chimes in. “We spent so long—”

“GUYS! Guys,” Dick interrupts them before the argument gets too heated. “This is my suit, so I make the rules. I choose that we wait for Duke and Cass’s suit to be ready. I kinda wanna see it.”

Duke leans back, relieved, and Cass wears a smug smile on her face, as if saying, “Ha, I win!”

It makes Dick wonder, again, what exactly the competition is about.

“Well, let’s at least get some food, if we’re not doing show and tell,” Kon speaks up after a long beat of silence. Everyone agrees (for the first time ever), and place their orders quickly.

Once their orders arrive, they dig into their meals eagerly, savoring the taste of fast food after a long day of shopping. Dick watches with a fond smile as his family enjoys their meal, feeling grateful for their presence in his life.

After they finish eating, Dick leans back in his seat, feeling content. “So, what now? Do we head back home?”

“Nah,” Jason shakes his head. “Let’s catch a movie or something. There’s that new action flick playing at the cinema.”

Steph’s eyes light up. “Ooh, that sounds fun! I’m in!”

“I’m down,” Tim adds, nodding in agreement.

“I suppose it could be entertaining,” Damian mutters, though there’s a hint of excitement in his voice.

Jon looks around eagerly. “Can I come too?”

Kon slings an arm around his shoulders and pulls him away. “Nah, not this time. Let’s leave the Bats to their boring plans— you and I can go get you some piercings!”

“Um,” Jon pauses, hesitating. “Mom and Dad will not be happy, Kon.”

Kon just smirks and ruffles his little brother’s hair. “I know. Pissing off Clark to make you cool— It’s gonna be so worth it!”

The pair walks away from the Bats, waving goodbye, after Kon places one last kiss on Tim’s lips. The Bats leave soon, too, heading down to the cinema, arguing over who the best Green Lantern is, for some reason— and Hal Jordan’s currently winning over Guy Gardener.

Dick laughs and shakes his head, listening to their banter.

God, he loves his family.

LMK IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART 2

#dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #kon el kent #jon kent #batfam #fanfic #batman #birdflash #dickwally #timkon #stephcass

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cal-flakes · 9 months

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reader organising a wholesome date for her and dealer rafe (and hiding his phone) because she wants him to have one evening where he’s not stressing about shipments or supply - so she wears his favourite dress and takes him to watch the stars and sunset

╰┈➤ dancing under the stars

warnings: light swearing, mostly fluff.

summary: y/n forces rafe to drop his busy schedule for one night.

she chuckled to herself as she clipped her earrings in, listening silent to rafe’s anxious footsteps scurrying about the house.

y/n timed his arrival perfectly, making sure to be just about ready once he walked through the door, then slipping in and out of the kitchen while he was distracted, pocketing his phone.

adjusting her jewellery one last time, she exited the bathroom, her sandals clicking against the floor as she headed downstairs, anticipating a confrontation.

just as she thought, rafe shifted nervously in the door way, his eyes flirting around the room. “angel have you seen my phone?” he questioned, exhaling in frustration.

his eyes narrowed as she giggled, watching her manicured hand dip into her bag, pulling out his mobile phone. “baby, why do you have my phone?” he asked again, stepping closer to reach for it. before he could grasp it, she quickly dropped it back into her bag.

“because, you’re so busy all the time! so i’ve planned a whole night together, and the rule is that you’re not allowed to stress over anything business related” she exclaimed, summing him to follow her as she opened the front door, exiting into the summer breeze.

“you know i can’t do that baby, i can’t miss any shipments..” he sighed, following after her quickly. “and that’s why…” she sang, quickly unlocking the car. “barry’s going to be looking after shit tonight, m’kay? look, i’ve already spoken to him about it, he’s gonna take care of it” she groaned, attempting to reassuring him as she lured him closer to the car.

huffing, he glanced at her for a second, almost immediately finding comfort in her eyes, at least enough to convince him to get his ass in the car.

sliding into the passenger seat, he clipped himself in before placing a protective hand on her thigh, earning a large grin while she turned the keys in the ignition. “so where are we going?” he spoke eagerly, rubbing gentle circles into her exposed leg. “the beach!” she squealed, pulling out of their driveway excitedly.

“the beach? baby i’m wearing a suit..” he whined, throwing his head back against the seat. “so? it’ll be fun! don’t be such a party pooper!” she teased, eyes concentrated on the road as his bore a hole into her face.

he smirked as his eyes scanned her face, noticing the lack of makeup, paired with a simple sundress that lingered perfectly around her knees.

rafe sighed contently as he listened to her quiet hums, in tune with the radio. i could listen to this all day, he thought, almost worried her quiet harmonies would lull him to sleep.

“hey! look alive! we’re here!” she shrieked, jolting him slightly as he rested his eyes. “i’m coming!” he retorted with a groan, exiting the car.

“what are you doing?” he questioned, puzzled at her sudden disappearance. “be patient!” she snapped jokingly, rounding the car once more, this time with a basket on her arm, full of picnic snacks.

his eyes widened, a sudden warm feeling twanging his heart as he watched her eyes light up, holding the heavy basket like her life depended on it. “i think i might have packed too much..” she frowned, looking between him and the basket, which was overflowing with various sorts of bread.

he chuckled at her silent pleas, swiftly taking the basket from her arm, placing it on his instead.

the look on his face was priceless as she took off in a sprint towards the shoreline, unbothered by the copious amounts of sand quickly filling her sandals.

“rafe look! the moon!” she shrieked, sticking her hand out like a child as she bounced on her feet. “i know angel, it’s bright tonight huh?” he muttered, connecting the dots in his mind.

he wasn’t a moron, and he knew she wasn’t either. rafe was well aware that she’d absolutely spent days planning this, making sure they left the house at exactly the right time, ensuring they got to their destination just as the full moon reached its peaks, glistening down on the soft waves.

“there’s a blanket in the basket, i think we should put it here!” she suggested, pointing to the spot she stood in, right in the middle of the beach. he nodded quickly, setting the basket down to rifle through it before unrolling the large throw blanket she’d brought, laying it out in front of her. “here?”

“it’s perfect!” she sang, quickly situating herself cross legged on the soft material. following suit, rafe lay down beside her, propping himself up with his elbow, allowing his shirt to become disheveled slightly, exposing his solid chest.

“you look nice tonight..” she giggled, cupping his cheeks as she pulled him into her lap, stroking his buzzed hair with the tips of her nails. “and you, look absolutely beautiful my sweet girl..” he cooed, pressing gentle kisses to her clothed hips as he relaxed into her lap.

hours of laughter and stolen kisses passed when she took notice of his first yawn, frowning slightly as she checked the time, disappointed that the night was leaving them so quickly.

“hey..will you swim with me?” she whispered, drumming her fingers against his nose, quickly drawing his attention to her. “swim? what about our clothes?”

“c’mon! it’ll be romantic! and i doubt we’ll get to do something like this again for a while..” she sighed, pouting at him. pretending to consider it, he twisted his face for a moment, looking into the sky, deep in thought. “fine, let’s go..”

y/n squealed in excitement as she jumped up, racing him to the shallow end of the sea.

“ha-ha! i win!” she yelled, splashing around as she shivered against the cold water. “oh yeah?” he teased, a devilish smile plastered on his face as he waded towards her. “no! stay back! you will absolutely not dunk me this time!” she shrieked, desperately making her escape.

too slow against the current of the ocean, he managed to wrap a strong arm around her waist, dragging her under with him. her screams became muffled as a torrent of bubbles escaped her mouth, prickling the surface.

as he brought her back up, she let out a gasp, coughing as she choked slightly. “you…are dead!” she cried breathlessly, launching herself at him, causing him to topple backwards with a splash, water now trickling from his suit pockets.

losing track of time, the pair quickly got lost in the moment, chasing each other continuously around in circles, stealing kisses when they re-emerged from under the surface.

they stood breathless together, holding each other like they’d never see eachother again if they let go. she craned her neck into the crook of his, slowly beginning a rhythm with her hips, swaying to the sound of the small waves crashing.

he mimicked her actions, moving his hands to grip her waist, bunching her sopping dress up. they rocked back and forth, admiring each others features as the moonlight shone down on them, highlighting their prominent features.

y/n’s eyes began to brim with tears as she noticed a large smile settling on his face, so utterly enamoured with the man.

“i love you rafe, thank you for taking the night off with me..” she muttered, pressing a wet kiss to his lips. returning the favour, he deepened the kiss, using a free hand to hold the back of her head, smoothing down her frizzing hair.

“i love you too angel, maybe you should hide my phone more often..”

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ynbabe · 1 year

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The Flash x male!reader :- pt.1 incorrect quotes

Barry: I just watched Y/N jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, he wasn't hurt that badly. But the whole time, Caitlyn was screaming for help, which caused Cisco to run in to help Y/N. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six seconds.

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Cisco: Made you all playlists! Cisco: Y/N, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul. Cisco: Caitlyn, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression. Cisco: And Barry has the ABBA Gold album.

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Caitlyn, being serious: Which country has the most birds? Caitlyn: Portu-geese! Barry: That's a language. Caitlyn: Portu-gull? Barry: Good recovery. Cisco: I think you mean good re-dovery. Y/N: TURKEY. HOW DID WE MISS TURKEY?

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Barry: That's ridiculous, Y/N doesn't have a crush on me. Cisco: Yes he does. Caitlyn: Yes he does. Y/N: Yes I do.

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Barry: Question, how difficult would it be to bowl in a bee suit? Caitlyn: Not that hard, I don't think, as long as you can move. Y/N: I'd assume as hard as it is to bowl in a maid outfit. Y/N: Wouldn't be any harder, but you'd get some WEIRD looks. Cisco: Are. Are you speaking from experience. Y/N: No! Y/N: Y/N: ....Maybe.

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Cisco: *Gasp* Caitlyn: wHAT?? Cisco: What if soy milk is just milk introducing itself in Spanish? Caitlyn: *inhales* Y/N, in another room with Barry: Why can I hear screeching?

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Caitlyn: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Cisco: Eyy, homie! Barry: But then there's cootie... Y/n: Die.

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Caitlyn: I truly believe that water can solve all your problems. Cisco: Weight loss? Drink water. Barry: Clear skin? Drink water. Y/N: Want to get rid of someone? Drown them.

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Y/N: Guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you… Barry and I are dating. Barry, Iris, Caitlyn, and Cisco: *gasp* Y/N: Barry, why are you surprised?!

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Barry: Look guys, I need help. Cisco: Love help? Caitlyn: Financial help? Iris: Emotional help? Y/n: Help moving a body? *Everybody looks at Y/n* Y/n: What?

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Iris: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? Caitlyn: Maybe a bit tipsy? Cisco: Drunk. Y/n and Barry, dumbass speedsters: Dead.

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*The gang's thoughts on stabbing* Caitlyn: Would never stab anyone. Barry: Would stab someone in retaliation. Cisco: Yells "I won't hesitate, bitch!" first. Iris: Would stab without warning. Y/N: Would stab as a warning.

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Caitlyn: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Barry, Y/N, and Cisco: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

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Y/n: You’ve got to learn to love yourself. Barry: But don't you hate yourself. Y/n: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

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Barry: I have a problem. Y/n: Kill it. Barry: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Barry: What are you eating? Y/n: You wouldn't like it, it's really salty. Barry: I like you, don't I?

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Y/n: *Kicks the door open to Barry’s room, looking panicked* Barry, used to this already: What did you do?! Y/n: NOBODY DIED! Barry, not used to this: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

#dc flash #dc x y/n #dc x reader #dc #dc x male reader #flash x reader #the flash x reader #the flash x y/n #the flash x male reader #the flash! barry allen #barry allen x reader #barry allen x male reader #cisco ramon #caitlin snow #iris west

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Kinktober day 11

Barry Allen + prostate massage/torture

This is written in headcanon format. The reader isn’t actually there most of the time but is there in the beginning.

Kinktober list

- You and Barry hadn’t been able to spend much time together lately, both busy with your jobs and Barry with his work as the Flash. When you finally both got time to spend with one another he was called off on league business.

- You had packed Barry a bag as he got ready, and he gave you a kiss with a little too much tongue to just be an innocent goodbye and sped off.

- You smirked a little to yourself at the knowledge of what you had packed him beside just a change of clothes and his toothbrush. You assumed you’d be hearing all about it when he got back. With that you went back inside to spend some time by yourself, getting up to whatever you got into when you were alone.

- After a long mission Barry flops down on his bed in one of the rooms set aside for him and his fellow leaguers. Luckily for him he got a room alone, with a connected bathroom with a nice sized shower.

- Barry sluggishly pulls off his suit and flings it to the floor, groaning in relief at finally having it off. He laid on the bed in nothing but his boxers, debating on taking a bath.

- When he’s finally decided that he needs to clean up before going to bed he gets up and grabs the bag you had packed for him, bringing it with him to the bathroom. Dumping out the contents inside, he does a double check when something except fabric meets his eye.

- The blonde blushes faintly as a toy flops down in front of him, the kind specifically made to stimulate the prostate when used. There was a bottle of lube as well, and when he looks around, he finds a sticky note from you with a “have fun” and a winky face.

- The blonde keeps blushing but brings the toy and lube with him into the showering cabinet. After he’s washed both his hair and his body, he hesitates for a second before squirting the onto his fingers and working them into himself.

- He moans quietly to himself as he starts moving his arm, quickly pressing another finger inside and scissoring them, spreading them apart and crooking them in ways he’s learned feel the best.

- He grows hard between his legs, and the more he fingers himself the more desperate Barry becomes, the deep need to have something inside him growing more and more. The speedster ends up biting his lip to choke back a louder moan when he works a third finger and quickly a fourth inside.

- Not being able to wait anymore, Barry pulls the fingers from himself with a slick noise and with superspeed lubes up the toy and presses it against his hole. He leans his chest against the tile of the showering cabinet, and slowly press it inside.

- Barry isn’t able to suppress the moan that escapes him, especially when the toy is pressed all the way inside and he feels it nudge against his prostate. He wants to start moving it then and there, but he knows that you would disapprove of the action.

- He waddles out of the shower, whimpering softly to himself as his movement jostles the toy that keeps brushing against the bundle of nerves inside himself. As he dries himself off, he can’t help but press on the base of the toy, pushing it against his prostate, his cock giving a strong jolt as precum dribbles from the tip.

- Barry ignored the clean clothes he had set up before showering and goes right back to the bed, crawling on top of the still crisp covers. He swore tiny sparks of electricity had to be popping from his skin as the anticipation bubbled inside him.

- The speedster bit his lip as he sat down, making sure to sit just right for the pressure to be placed on the toy that shoved it against his prostate, a shiver running through his entire body as he started rocking his hips, moving the toy enough to stimulate the bundle of nerves.

- Soon it wasn’t enough to just grind on the toy as Barry let himself fall onto his back, lifting his legs up high enough that he could grab the base of the toy and move it back and forth. Barry whined as the position was able to get the toy deeper inside and into a better angle.

- He started panting and moaning louder, the man not being able to stop himself from moving the toy faster, his toes curling as he started using the speedforce to move the toy faster that a normal human wrist could.

- Barry held one of his legs up by the thigh and used the other to move the toy, throwing his head back as he cried out, the movement of the toy becoming a blur at how fast he was moving.

- The stimulation to his prostate made his cock drool puddles of white against his stomach where it was resting, the body part twitching every now and then as warmth started gathering in his abdomen.

- Barry felt tears gather in his eyes as he kept hitting his prostate over and over, noises leaving his lips constantly as he grew closer and closer, never once actually touching himself but only using the toy.

- When he could feel himself growing closer her moved the toy even faster, electricity sparking across his body as he used his powers more than before.

- When Barry finally came it shot out over his chest and stomach, a loud keen leaving his lips as he arched off the bed, shoving the toy deeply inside and against his prostate, his hips softly grinding against it as to draw out the orgasm as much as possible.

- Barry laid there twitching for a bit, whines and whimpers leaving him as he let his orgasm wash throughout his entire body.

- After calming down a little but still feeling very oversensitive, Barry slowly removed the toy and shoved it away in a less visible place incase anyone barged into his room. With a bit of a struggle, he got the covers free and slowly crawled under them.

- He didn’t even think about how he was smearing his cum all over them as he melted into his pillow, the exhaustion from the mission finally kicking in. As he fell asleep he reminded himself to thank you for packing for him, maybe hed use you instead of a toy next time.

#male reader #barry allen #dc #justice league #the flash #barry allen imagine #barry allen x male reader #barry allen headcanon #dc imagine #dc headcanon #dc x male reader #justice league headcanon #justice league imagine #justice league x male reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #barry allen x reader #dc x reader #justice league x reader

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carionto · 6 months

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Geronimo!

Space suits have come a long way - near 1 to 1 articulation and haptic feedback, intuitive zero-g booster based movement, nano-clamps for spiderman-like grip in low/no gravity, and of course dozens of micro layers of protection against all know space radiation and other hazards. Plus a centimeter thick composite armor against sentient threats, with a "cocoon" mode to fully cover all joints and other normally more exposed parts, that renders the Human inside near impervious to most small arms, and even some heavier impacts.

To fully test the limits of protection you don't actually need to have a person inside, just plenty of sensors and a good understanding Human physiology and anatomy. The military, of course, does things a bit differently, as their suits are even tougher. They do have this half-half mode where you are mostly armor, but can still move, but more like the Terminator. Given it also boasts a powered exoskeleton between the armor and hazardous protection layers, soldiers can wield weapons other militaries typically mount on vehicles, so the metaphor is almost just a straight factual comparison.

Some, however, are still not satisfied, and are always seeking to extend the durability of their suits to beyond the extremes.

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Hilda Lavre was standing on the edge of the ship in low orbit. One hand gripping an outer handle while engaged in final diagnostics.

"Alright, Hilda, everything looks green on our end, how 'bout you?"

"Same green green. I'm good."

"Whenever you're ready then. There's some clouds in the way of the predicted path, might slow you down a bit. Wanna wait?"

"Nah, nah. I'll wing it."

After a seconds pause, Hilda let go of the handle and gently kicked off the side of the ship. She was now on a direct collision course with the Atlantic Ocean.

(Thermals should start going up soon. I'm gonna turn on the external mic just a tad. There's just something about how the heat sounds scraping against the metal.

Oh, there it goes. Yellow, slowly getting to orange. Good.

Yea, that's a nice screech - burn that paint!

Halfway to red, altitude check. Already this close? Guess it'll be just shy of 80% tolerance.

Hehehehe, that means we can go for a bit faster next time. Cool.

Eh... wind without the heat just doesn't sound right, I'll turn it down to just barely audible. Something to keep me company.

Aaaand three.

Two.

One.)

SPLASH

(It's dark. But I guess it was dark before...

before what though?

Well, that's okay.

This feels like a new kind of dark though.

There's the dark when you're alone in your room at night, all the lights are out.

Another kind is when you decide to get inside your brothers closet to scare him when he comes back from the kitchen. That's a fun kind of dark. (it's getting cold)

There's also the dark of being in an underground bunker during a storm. Then the power gets cut and all the exits are sealed. That's a... lonely kind of dark.

One time I was wandering the woods, and before I knew it, it was the middle of a moonless night, overcast too. Hiding out in an abandoned shed, without even the wind or animal sounds to let you know anything is out there. I didn't like that kind of dark at all. (It's really cold)

This dark though... I dunno. It's like I'm hiding out in my own closet. My shoulder is up against my winter jacket, feet are grazing those old sandals I swore to throw out two summers ago. But also, it's not my room. Or even my house. Why am I in my closet? How did it get here? Where even is here?

I feel sleepy.

"Hey, hey! Hilda! Wake up!"

*grunting* "Ugh... shut, shut up Barry..."

"Gods, don't freak us out like that. You okay?"

"Depends. How high did it go go?"

*laughter* "Okay, [She's fine everyone] yeah, you're fine. 87 meters, new record."

"Hmm, I was aiming to to break 90."

"Well, those clouds nudged you a little off, you hit it at a 83 degree angle. Still, those other readings are nice. I'm pretty sure we can do a boosted fall next time."

"Yeah, I I think so too. I feel a little little cold, did something break on hit hit?"

"Not break, but the impact did jolt the subsystems a bit. Activated one of the sedative shots. I manually made your suit give you a wake up shot right as I noticed. You should be feeling the effects right about now."

"Mmhhmmm, oh yea. I'm feeling the kick kick now. We need to improve the kinetic tic dampeners. No good if if it puts you to sleep upon any hard enough nough impact."

"Yup. We're suspending any other jumps for the week until we get that fixed and implement some minor tweaks based on your jump once we analyze the telemetry further.

Okay, everyone! Good job today! Let's meet up next weekend and test these bad boys out. Let's aim for a 100 meter splash by the end of the year!"

*cheers and yeahs as Barry opens a mini fridge and everyone cracks open a cold one*

#humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities #humans are deathworlders #humanity fuck yeah #carionto #sky diving #more like space diving #but whatever #also #don't know how I feel about giving her that... stutter?#I just randomly felt like trying out a speech impediment #hope I don't offend anyone with the way I presented it #I don't think I've seen how a stuttering character talks in text format #well #trying out new things

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suzukiblu · 4 months

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Wip wensday yj accidental baby acquired

Kon quirks a meaningful eyebrow, tilting his head towards the door, and ten seconds later Bruce sweeps into the room with Diana, Clark, and both Barry and Wally all with him. They’re all suited up, and all look alert and ready for trouble.

Tim doesn’t know if this is going to be trouble or not.

“Report,” Bruce says immediately, obviously having already clocked everyone in the room. Tim tries not to catastrophize.

“What’s going on?” Clark asks at the same moment, and Tim isn’t sure which one of them is going to be more difficult to answer, considering. He hesitates for a moment, trying to figure out where to start, but Kon doesn’t hesitate at all.

Which–yeah, no. Of course he doesn’t.

#sweetlyclearchaos #wip: yj accidental baby acquisition

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6rookie-writer0110 · 5 months

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Slow the time

Barry Allen x Male Reader

Request - Not necessarily smut I guess but giving Barry a foot rub after a long day 👄 male reader ofc

Barry just finished putting away criminals and he is tired. He has been fighting criminals all-day and he is happy to go home. Before going home, he bought dinner and then went home. He is happy to see you and you smiled at him. He wrapped his arms around you and starts to kiss you.

“Well, hello to you” You smiled.

“It's been a long day putting away bad guys,” Barry said.

“Yeah, I can tell. You didn't even take off-”

He used speed to change clothes and you didn't finish your sentence.

“I have the suit off now. Ready for dinner?” Barry said.

“Okay,” You smiled.

You and Barry start to eat together and just talk about stuff. He starts to ask about your day.

“How about we go away for the week?” Barry asked.

“Let's do it. We need a break from the city and I want no interruption while we are together” You smiled.

“Oh of course” Barry smiled.

After dinner, you and Barry sit on the couch to watch tv and relax.

“Babe, maybe you can give me a massage? I have been on my feet all day” Barry said.

Barry starts to kiss you and he starts to smile.

“Is this your way, trying to convince me?” You said.

He kissed you again.

“Is it working?” Barry asked.

“Yeah” You smiled.

Barry used his speed to grab the lotion and went back to you. He lies down and put his feet on your lap and you put the lotion on your hands.

“Thanks, babe” Barry smiled.

“Let's begin” You smiled.

You start to massage his right foot. You had pressure and start to massage again, he likes how you do it.

“Your hands feel amazing!” Barry smiled.

You use your thumbs to massage in circles on his feet. Then you start to massage each other gently and Barry doesn't stop smiling. He is starting to feel more relaxed and you keep going

“Better?” You asked.

“Yeah. Every time you give me a foot massage, I love it” Barry said.

“I hope that's not the only reason you're dating me,” You said.

“Maybe” Barry teased.

“Rude” You laughed.

“There at many reasons why I'm dating you, Y/n” Barry smiled.

“Same,” You said.

Now you put more lotion on your hands. You begin to massage his left foot, add pressure then start to massage again. You put your fingers between his toes then start to massage the heel of the foot. You begin to massage the middle of his foot and he bends his toes.

After a while of massaging his feet, you washed your hands. Then Barry repays you back by making out with you on the bed.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

You and Barry are at the mall, just walking around. You and Barry go inside a store and he noticed the new scented lotion for massaging. You and Barry start to smell the lotions and you two are liking the smell.

“Oh, I like this one the pineapple and papaya,” You said.

“We should get that one. Also how about this one?” Barry said.

Usually, you would use coconut and mint lotion. You smell the lotion that Barry has in his hands and its lavender and shea butter.

“Wow, this smells so good,” You said.

“Y/n, we should buy it and maybe try it?” Barry said.

“Yeah, we should buy it,” You said.

“Awesome” Barry smiled.

Barry bought the items then he used his speed to get home fast. Barry lies on the bed and the first lotion you use is pineapple and papaya. You and Barry are loving the smell and he is enjoying the foot massage.

“Y/n, this feels much better with the new lotion” Barry smiled.

“Plus it doesn't feel greasy so that's a plus,” You said.

Now you massage his left foot with the second lotion lavender and he watches you. You massage his toes and he wiggles his toes.

Later, you and Barry cuddle in bed. He is lying on his side and he has his arm around you. You and just start to talk about random stuff.

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the-arkhamwolf · 4 months

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An idea I am toying around with for my Watchers (Reverse robins) au

Wally leaned back against the wall watching as people walked around the room talking. He didn't really want to be here but Barry was at a conference so he was staying at Wayne Manner for the weekend.

It wasn't unusual for Wally to crash at the Bats, it was like a second home. Bruce didn't really mind as Wally was Damian's only best friend even if Damian refused to acknowledge it.

Sadly for Damian, he was pulled aside an hour ago to make small talk with some of Bruce's associates leaving Wally on his own. Wally sighed pulling out his phone.

"West it's disrespectful to be on your phone at a gala" Damian walked up beside him. Wally couldn't help but chuckle that Damian of all people was fusing at him for being disrespectful.

"Sorry Galas really aren't my thing" Wally sighed putting his phone up.

"Then why did you come?" Damian inquired.

"Free food" the redhead smiled holding up his plate "So you got away?"

"Yeah finally, I don't understand how those people can go on and on about nonsense, No one cares that you went skiing on some mountain," Damian said letting all his frustration out.

"Tell me about it" Wally laughed. The two started talking when some man in a blue suit walked up to them.

"Ah Damian Wayne" the man greeted him with a smile "How is your father"

"He's fine" Damian tone was sharp

"That good to hear I got these for you," he said handing a box of donuts.

"Thank you" Damian replied the keeping same tone.

"Tell your father to stop by sometime" The man smiled before leaving.

"And you were fussing at me for being rude" Wally laughed "That guy was being nice and you looked like you were going to slit his throat"

"Nice? Please" Damian huffed "he owns one of the largest electromagnetic companies in the US he just wants to get in good with my father so that can do business"

"At least you got Jelly donuts" Wally shrugged.

"Ah yeah, nothing like artificial dyes and flavoring" Damian responded.

"If you don't want I'll take it" Wally offered. Damian rolled his eyes handing him the box. "Sweet" Wally grinned stuffing one in his mouth. It was a lot sweeter than he expected but still good.

"How can you eat that garbage" Damian scuffed.

"These are awesome," Wally said grabbing the other one. The two talked for a total of five minutes before Damian was once again pulled away.

"Damian!" Bruce waved over from across the room.

"Oh joy" Damian sighed walking away. Wally went back to look at his phone. The light of the phone seemed awfully bright Wally thought putting his phone back up. He hadn't realized how tired he was. He should probably head on to bed not like anyone would miss him any

Halfway down the hallway, Wally found himself leaning on the wall. He was a lot more tired than he thought. Slowly he slumped down to the floor. He would just sit here and rest his eyes for a minute.

"You're not seriously taking a nap in the hallway" Wally's eyes fluttered open. Damian stood in front of him looking a little annoyed.

"..." Wally opened his mouth to respond but no words came out instead he just closed it back. When did breathing become such a hassle?

"West?" Damian moved close bending down in front of him. Why was he flashing that light in his eye? Wally tried to swat the light away but his arms refused to obey.

Damian lowered the flashlight and turned his head to yell something Wally couldn't quite catch before turning back around.

Damian looked worried, that's weird. Was something wrong? His mouth was moving but Wally couldn't make out what he was saying. Something was wrong. Wally needed to get up, Damian needed help but Wally's eyelids felt so heavy.

He'd just rest for a few minutes then he could help Damian. Wally closed his eyes allowing everything to fade into dark.

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#batfam #fanfic #reverse batfam #dc #damian wayne #reverse robins #batman #wally west #kidflash

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fezwearingjellybananas · 15 days

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ooh can you please do headcannons if Barry told captain singh about his powers first instead of Joe

thank you !

Ooh, that sounds like a fun one

Joe doesn't believe Barry about Clyde Mardon, but Eddie has a sketch that looks like him and overhears (kind of hard not to, with the yelling) Barry so certain it was Mardon. The Mardons are personal for Joe now, after Chyre's death, and Eddie makes the decision to get a second opinion from Captain Singh

Everyone at C.C.P.D. is aware of Barry's blog and his desperate search for the impossible, and most of them know why too, and pretty much no one believes him. And Barry just woke up from a coma, he shouldn't even be out of bed, maybe there's more going on. But Clyde Mardon is also the only lead they've got, so David nods and goes with Eddie up to that farm

Where they find Clyde Mardon

As canon, Eddie gets knocked out, but it's David facing Clyde and a tornado this time, when in runs this streak of lightning, and when it's over Clyde's lying dead on the floor and Barry Allen is standing there in a weird red suit with lightning in his eyes

Knowing about Barry's powers is why David lets Barry come right back to work. Joe, who does not know yet (after all, Joe's not believed Barry about a lot of things for a long time), is concerned about how quickly Barry wants to come back to work and tries to get David to keep him signed off for longer, but David tells him it's Barry's choice.

Like Joe, David has some issues with Barry deciding to race after criminals wearing a mask, albeit not for quite the same reasons as Joe, though he does admit C.C.P.D. have no idea how to handle metahumans, and as long as Barry isn't planning on taking after Star City's Arrow, maybe it can help. Providing Barry still gets all his actual work he's being paid to do done, and he sticks around at any crime scenes he interrupts to talk to the police to make sure they get actual statements (which also means people pick up the Flash exists faster).

The Pipeline's not happening though, if Doctor Wells and Mister Ramon think they have a way to contain metahumans it's being done legally and they can work with Iron Heights. Kyle Nimbus should convince them soon enough, and with David working on it, they can get that approved.

Because Joe doesn't know yet, Joe didn't make Barry promise not to tell Iris. Which means right after the show-down with Mardon, Barry races off to find Iris, to tell her about this- she knows what he saw that night, she knows what this means- and also to tell her her boyfriend's in the hospital.

Barry is more hesitant about trusting Eddie though- he doesn't know Eddie yet- which adds to the Eddie & Iris early disagreement about the Flash. Eddie doesn't believe him, then he doesn't trust him, whereas Iris refuses to even question he's anything less than a hero and a good person

Barry still gets whammied by Rainbow Raider, and it still goes poorly. He still goes after Eddie- Eddie's the representation of everything he's missed after all, him being Joe's partner and Iris' boyfriend both happened while Barry was unconscious, and what he's really angry with is that missing time everyone else got to live and he's never going to get back.

And Iris is going to be so conflicted so it's after he's back to himself Barry goes to talk to Eddie to tell him everything and loop him into the Flash's identity. And apologise, so much, but Eddie saw what Bivolo did to everyone else, they can figure this out

It's when Reverse Flash shows up at Mercury Labs Joe pulls out Nora's file. He's involved with the trap S.T.A.R. Labs set (David insisted they do it by the book), and what he sees reminds him so much of what Barry used to talk about he grabs it afterwards and flicks it open and takes another look. Surely it won't hurt, and he doesn't need to tell Barry unless he finds something.

Hartley shows up and the only thing that's different is he tries to flirt with David.

On the day that wasn't, Joe and David swap again- it's Joe Mark Mardon puts in the hospital initially, and David he tries the tidal wave plan with (Barry will gladly admit this is the worst possible way he could have finally met Rob). Caitlin still goes to try and distract Doctor Wells, but Cisco asks Eddie to come with him to investigate the failed trap, which was the right choice it turns out, he managed to pick the one person Eobard couldn't kill, and Eddie manages to get the message to Barry that Cisco's dead and Wells can't be trusted right before Barry time travels (or maybe causing it).

Henry finds out as canon after being kidnapped by the Tricksters, and after that is when Barry finally tells Joe, and Joe finally tells Barry he's reopened the case on Nora's murder

David insists on reporting Eddie missing when Harrison Wells- or rather, Eobard Thawne- kidnaps him. Just adding a few more things to their paper trail of evidence they can use against him eventually.

He's going to be so glad when they've caught the bad guy and he and Rob get to leave for two weeks for their honeymoon. Anything to get him away from dealing with superpowers for five minutes

Thank you!

[5+ headcanons for an AU]

#replies #missing-tony #dc tv universe #dc #david singh #barry allen #*

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