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gatorbites-imagines · 5 months
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Hi I see your requests are open!
Could you do a Flash ( Barry Allen) x alien reader?
Where the Reader's true form looks like the Martians, but dark purples and cool greys?
Apart of the Reader's culture, is rough housing. So they like to spar and chase around Barry. Though, apart of their rough housing is pinning. So everytime they spar, Reader pins Barry to the ground or wall, making him extremely flustered.
-Crow
Barry Allen x Alien Male reader
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We are back after kinktober, finally. Guess who handed in their last psychology assignment of the year, now it’s just my religion project and exams and I’ll be free until next semester.
For the martian appearance, I went with the more, what should I call it?? lizard? Plant? Looking? Appearance, you see in young justice.
Your species was from Mercury, meaning you were extremely hot blooded, which lead to your kind being, what should I say, competitive by nature. Martians and Mercurians descended from the same place, which is why your species were similar in some ways like appearance.
Unlike martians, you couldn’t shapeshift. Mercurians did have the ability of intangibility, power negation, and power amplification, along with the same type of telepathy and telekinesis you would find in martians.
Unlike the greens and other similar colours you would find on Mars, your people were cooler colours in contrast of the warm colours of your home planet. Every member of your species possessed different patterns in their skin as well, which wasn’t easily spotted by the naked eye.
It helped your people identify each other, and some of the spirit mediums claimed to be able to tell your future off these patterns, think like reading someone’s destiny in their palm.
The Mercurians had stayed away from earth as long as it had existed, but after larger and larger enemies showed up in your part of the galaxy, your people joined in on fighting them off.
You were the 6th child of the ruler of your planet at the time, your parent having been chosen as leader through democracy for many hundred years because of how just they were. But because of this, and your interest in interworld communication, you were the one sent to earth.
Here you met the justice league. The first person you got along with was of course J'onn J'onzz, and his niece M'gann M'orzz, as your people and culture were similar in some ways, and your people descended from the same origin.
Your inability to shapeshift made it hard for you to take part in human culture, even as you bonded with the other members of the league, like superman, the many green lanterns, M'ganns teammates, and so on and so forth.
It was on one of the days you were growing antsy for anything to happen that you fell into conversation with Barry, The Flash, as he was called. Talking to him calmed some of the fidgetiness in your body, there was just something about him and how fast he talked when he was passionate about a subject, that cooled your inner flames.
It also helped that he ran hot, as earth was much much colder than your home planet of Mercury. You also would never admit how it made your Mercurian vocal cords trill when he raved about your purple colour, and how it shifted in the sunlight.
J'onn teased you quite a lot as you started developing feelings for the speedster. You denied it vehemently, but even M'gann could tell and would tease you as well. All of this happened over your telepathy of course, so no one else on the team seemed to pick up on it, except for Batman, since he saw pretty much everything.
After some time, Barry seemed to pick up on your inability to stay still, or how you were always found in the gym beating up the equipment. It was J'onn who explained your people’s culture to him, and how roughhousing was the way your people bonded.
Because of this roughhousing not happening, you didn’t feel as close to the league as you would be able too. And Barry, who had started to develop feelings for you in return, found himself wondering if you might be interested in a sparring match.
When he finally summoned up the courage to ask, he didn’t even have time to doubt his act of asking, as you launched yourself at him like an overexcited cat, immediately wrestling him to the ground.
Barry hadn’t thought this fully through, as he found himself being pinned to the floor, the wall, the ceiling once or twice, throughout this sparring. He became so flustered that he almost forgot about his speed.
There was just something about how excited you seemed to be that someone finally wanted to roughhouse and spar with you, and the trills and chirps that rang from your chest and throat instinctually, only made him want to keep doing it.
This kept up for some time, both of you taking time out of your schedules to roughhouse at least once a week. And over time Barry was able to keep up, even though he still found himself blushing and sputtering when you pinned him just right.
J'onn ended up telling the rest of the team what was up, and roughhousing became part of the usual sparring when you were involved, for team bonding.
But what you and Barry had was something special, just between you two. And when you started adding your hidden stripes to his suits stitching, no one would be the wiser, except for maybe J'onn, who just seemed amused.
Your people didn’t kiss, you didn’t really have the lips, but you wanted to try it. Kissing Barry the first time after pinning him to the floor once again, had been a little awkward. Lips pressed against teeth, not much of the romantic liplocking you had seen in earth movies.
But Barry seemed just as passionate after realizing what was up, his arms immediately wrapping around you and kissing you back as passionately.
The roughhousing continued even as you started dating, and when the team found a way to let you alter your shape to a human one, you two would go on dates.
There were moments you felt self-conscious about your appearance, as many humans were more attractive, but Barry was always quick to wrestle you into his arms to tell you he loved you for who you were, and that he didn’t care about that stuff, and you were handsome to him.
Lets just say the first time Barry met your family it lead to a huge family wide roughhousing and wrestling, and he had to resort to using his speed more than once to not get mobbed by your family who wanted to bond with him and get to know him since you loved him so much.
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always always thinking about superhero legacy, especially on civilians, because the idea of superheroes is absolutely fantastical for us but in universe? it's reality. and just imagine how these types of stories linger in the shadowed nooks and crannies of a culture, of a people.
wars will rage, and injustice is a sickly, undying thing. but for every cruel boot smashing a face into the ground, for every act of senseless violence, there is someone ready to fight back. on one of these far-future days (yet, not really that far at all) a dictator is taken down by a team of vigilantes. corruption still reigns, and power is fleeting, but for the first time in years, the people feel a sort of flinty-eyed, clench-jawed hope. the next night, a group of kids with bruised knuckles and crooked smiles and kind eyes run over to their city's courthouse to utterly deface it. one of the children, the artist among them, spray-paints a mural over the doors of the building, pouring their soul into every line and every stroke. for the following months, people in that city flock to the mural, take pictures and redraw likenesses and covet what soon becomes the freedom mural. a man stands on the edge of a building, arms outstretched, the ghost of a pair of wings stretching out behind him and a determined, relentless, compassionate smirk on his face. (the artist used a reference from an old photograph of a group of teenage vigilantes, drawn to the boy in the corner, dressed up in blue and gold, sheer life in his eyes. they thought he had a cool costume.)
no matter the shifts in the wind and the change in the tides, people will always have music in their veins, in their very blood. there is a ramshackle little pub in the heart of a midwestern city, with lights strung across the ceiling and food that makes you feel the good kind of warm and a beat-up old piano in the corner. it is at this piano that a downtrodden little musician likes to play, as often as they can. sure, they've got awards lining their mantle and invitations to play in the finest theatres known to man, but with that comes knee-shaking pressure and the cruelty of the rich and loneliness. no, they much prefer this pub, where they can laugh with the locals and bask in the atmosphere and gladly give away a part of their soul with every piece they play. once, a girl comes up to the musician during a furiously fast piece and asks, what's it about? the musician grins and tells the tale of a man who could run faster than light itself, who left lightning in the traces of his footsteps, who protected his city from the horrors of the world with nothing but his wits and his power. the girl then asks, what happened to him? the musician sighs, tells the girl that nobody knows, then turns and keeps playing, a touch more somber than before.
small town legends are a curious thing, because more often than not they're true. this one, though—this legend that's blistering red in a children's campfire tale or midnight blue in a student's personal essay or even bountiful green in a farmer's prayer—this one is fantastical enough, no one is foolish enough to believe it. the story goes like this: there once was a boy who fell from the sky. upon finding out he was trapped and could never returned to the world up in the clouds, he sighed, then turned right around and walked into town. he could not help himself, so he helped others with the powers he kept from the land he was from: lifted tractors and stopped muggers and fixed power lines (back when they still had power lines). and when that boy grew into a man, he bid goodbye to the town and left to help more and more people, until he gave every part of himself away, until he was gone. ridiculous, no? but despite it's end, it's light and cheerful and a good tale to tell. after all, no matter what the world has come to, stories of heroes carry on.
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broke my fuckin keyboard while typing this and then every time i wanted to type "a" i had to copy and paste like a heathen. anyway, take this small nugget before i fall headfirst into star wars love again
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nerdpoe · 4 months
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Dan hates his Nicer Self.
He does. He really, really does.
The kid is naïve, cocky, strong in the weirdest ways that don't make sense-
And he's such a busybody! Always helping, always jumping into things, and always saying that he's definitely not trying to be a hero.
It's annoying.
It's so annoying.
For instance, Phantom got called in by the JL for an all-hands-on-deck situation right before a super important test. Phantom accepted the call.
But the JL had dealt with threats like this before, a million times-there was literally no need to answer the call.
Yet the little dumbass had.
And now Dan was at home, staying on the other side of the room away from Vlad, and watching the fight on TV.
Phantom takes a hit. Then another. Then another.
Good; he'll learn not to jump when the JL says jump, then.
Phantom goes down, disappears behind some rubble.
Dan doesn't care. He doesn't. Let the kid learn a lesson.
Phantom doesn't get up.
Just like Jazz didn't get up.
Or Sam, or Tucker, or his mom or his dad-
Dan sees red.
He barely hears Vlad as he rips a portal to the fight and steps out, in his own ghost form, and decks the bad guy-some demon named Trigun or whatever, fucking weeb-so hard he knocks the guy back.
The fight pauses.
"You touched the twerp," Dan growls, voice distorting and allowing his powers to manifest at full capacity for the first time in years, "So you get to lose your head."
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turtleblogatlast · 4 months
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Based on this post of mine, haha.
Leo finds The Last Unicorn. Core memories are made.
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superbat-love · 2 months
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Barry: Hey Clark, we heard about your recent breakup. Really sorry to hear that, man.
Clark: [gloomily] Yeah...
Bruce: [stares out the window]
Arthur: You will meet someone better suited for you one day—your destined soulmate.
Clark: I hope so.
Bruce:
Hal: I mean, who wouldn't go for you? You're strong, smart and handsome!
Clark: Thanks Hal.
Barry: Yeah! I’m sure you'll meet someone who's just as kind and attentive and knows how to cheer you up whenever you're feeling down.
Clark: Mn.
Hal: Hey, there's this new bar that just opened up in downtown Metropolis! We should go and check it out this weekend! Whaddya say?
Arthur, Hal and Barry stare expectantly at Bruce.
Bruce: [slowly turns to look at Clark] I like the look of your bleeding heart.
Arthur, Hal & Barry: ???
Clark: [visibly cheers up] Thanks Bruce! You know, it took a few attempts to grow those flowers in outer space, but I finally got it right! They look slightly different from those cultivated on Earth, but I find them unique. I'm glad you like them too!
Arthur, Hal & Barry: It worked?!
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dc-comics-lover · 1 month
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Random things I like to hc :
(here's part 2)
- Constantine calling Batman "love" anytime.
"Good plan, love. Now, if I may add..."
- Diana constantly fighting the urge to add multiple times in the footnotes of her research papers : "*I know that because I was there."
- Clark feeling some type of way whenever anyone from the Batfam calls him Uncle Clark (he does tear up a little the first few times).
- Anytime, Booster would get cancelled for a tweet, he'd go back in time just far enough to prevent from tweeting it. He did that way too many times.
- Barry and Hal being that one best friend duo that are big on PDA. Most of the time during JL meetings, Hal's leg would be intertwined with Barry's.
- Given that the way they usually interact correlates with what he learned about married couples, J'onn assumed for the longest time that Bruce and Clark were spouses.
- Much like how Clark switches off his kansan accent when he's being Superman, Bruce switches off his "posh" accent when he's being Batman.
- On the contrary, Oliver always sounds filthy rich.
- Everytime someone mentions (any) Robin, Hal's mind still can't fathom that Batman's sidekick is a literal child.
- Dick is a bisexual flirt in and out of costume.
- Regular occurence : Batman enters the meeting room, sees Booster's stupid expression that's a clear sign he's going to share very stupid ideas, and Batman exits the room without a word. He doesn't come back for the rest of the meeting. After it happened more than once, some of the members get the clue and walk out as well.
- Superman can recite entire movies by heart. Not surprising in and of itself, but surprising that Bruce silently lets him do it over his shoulder when he's working in the batcave. Lets Clark unwind and gives Bruce background noise.
- After multiple complaints, Batman had to soundproof Dinah and Oliver's room in the watchtower.
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captainzigo · 2 months
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they’re stepsisters
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i HATE flash so i headcanon him as a bad person. i don’t think im far off tho
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angelltheninth · 7 months
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Superspeed Bang with Barry Allen
Pairing: Barry Allen x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, power use, simulated gangbang, all three holes used, dirty talk, rough sex, hair pulling (for Reader)
A/N: Superspeed should be used like this.
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On rare occasion Barry will use his powers to give you the illusion that you're being fucked in every hole at once
He does use his superspeed in other ways too but this is more like a very special reward for you
You feel his cock in your mouth, his hands keeping your head still, tasting his cum, feeling it drip down your chin, making a puddle under you because you can't swallow it all before he moves elsewhere
Even as he moves you feel the pressure in your mouth, at the same time you feel his cock being thrust in your pussy, his hand pushing you forward a little to make the angle better and more comfortable for you
There's not a second where you don't feel his cock inside you, or his hands on you, from every angle
His voice comes at you from behind and the front, "You're making it hard for me to pull out when you're like this. What about this hole? Yeah, just like I thought, your ass is real tight, I have to be careful not to hurt you." You can't tell where he's saying it from, behind you yes, but which hole is he fucking, which hole has his cock and which one has his fingers
It's all a blur for your senses
Barry loves to make his fingers and tongue vibrate on your clit, and if you're good he'll make his cock do it too, in and out of you
"I'm sorry, did you say something? I couldn't hear you all gagged up." Barry can feel your heart beating inside your chest as he runs his hands down your body, it's for a fleeting moment but you feel his gentleness, as well as his eagerness to please you before you're thrown right back into overwhelming pleasure of his cock fucking you into your next orgasm
Hard to tell if you're the one who is shaking right now or if you're that lost in your subspace that every touch makes it feel like you're about to shatter
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toytle · 11 months
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the first installment of my t4t childhood friends halbarry au! haven’t quite introduced them to each other yet, but a hair journey is worth a thousand words for now 🏳️‍⚧️
hal is m/f bigender (he/her), barry is a trans man (he/him)
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densewentz · 1 year
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more dreamling dad au bc thats just what i do now apparently i like lazy afternoon naps and so do our boys
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Who fell first and who fell harder
Batman: He fell first but you fell harder
Superman: You fell first but he fell harder
Aquaman: He fell first and harder
Wonder Woman: You fell first and harder
Shazam: He fell first but you fell harder
Flash: He fell first and harder
Nightwing: You fell first but he fell harder
Red Hood: You fell first but he fell harder
Red Robin: He fell first but you fell harder
Robin: You fell first and harder
Batgirl: She fell first and harder
Superboy: He fell first but you fell harder
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Ooooo, requests are back open!! 🏃‍♂️
If you are still in the mood for some DC requests maybe Barry Allen x cat burglar!reader. Like he is super flexible, like former gymnast type orr stripper type
would be down for some smutty content too if you are in the mood 👀 totally down for just fluff stuff tho
Barry Allen x male reader
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No smut in this one, since I just really wasn’t in the mood but wanted to write this anyways. I’ve been listening to a lot of limp bizkit lately, idk what that says about me though.
You would have met the first time during one of your robberies, he would definitely make some joke about how he thought the cat burglars were in Gotham.
You’d give him the runaround and somehow escape him even with his super speed, which gets on Barry’s nerves since that rarely happens, especially from someone who doesn’t have any meta powers.
He’s never been one to resolve all his issues with violence like other heroes, so he would want to know why you steal and if he can help you out of the situation you are in that is leading you to steal. It becomes flirty pretty quickly, especially when you use some of your flexibility to wrap your legs around his head, or around his waist.
He finds out you mainly steal to give back to the people, like a modern day robin hood. So whilst he appreciates the enthusiasm for what you do, he cant let you rob all the places you want as much as he thinks it’s a noble cause.
At some point your flirting becomes steamier and more real as you learn more about each other, and at some point, you stage thefts just to see him. You don’t even make it out of the place you’ve robbed before he’s there and meeting you.
Neither of you can really say how or when you started dating for real, maybe it was one day Barry was hurt and you took him back to your apartment and patched him up, or that time he had to take your mask off to make sure you didn’t have a concussion.
But one thing lead to another and you both kissed, and your chases became even more of a game, the people of central city soon learned that you didn’t really pose any threat and that the flash would be there soon enough.
It becomes a meme in town that it’s just foreplay for you two, that you both like to play that little game of yours before the flash scoops you up and takes you home. Of course, that part has never been proven, but it’s part of the joke.
Some of the league would be uncomfortable in the beginning with Barry dating you, but when they voice their opinions, he’s quick to point out just how many of them have done the exact same or dated even worse villains.
Bruce decides very smartly to not say a single thing, because he has his own cat based burglar he likes to play tag with across the rooftops.
You are of course good friends with Selina, you both being cat based and with an eye for high quality goods. You also like to share stories of your lovers, you about the flash and her about Batman.
You visit her in Gotham sometimes, and she will come to Central city every now and then, just so you two can hang out, go shopping, commit a couple of thefts. Selina ends up loving Barry and says he’s just right for you, which makes your blonde lover blush.
Barry himself is pretty flexible in my opinion, but you are on a whole other level. You two like to exercise together or do yoga, so when you can pull off the super difficult poses he Is amazed and wants you to teach him.
There’s been multiple times during your games of chase that you have swung around poles and used it to change the direction you were running in, or have caught Barry with your legs whilst still holding onto the pole.
The two of you will never tell anybody, but you have most definitely given Barry a show or two with what you know on the pole, and he is a very enthusiastic viewer.
At some point you two are caught kissing by the public and it becomes like a secret only the people of central city know, but they honestly aren’t surprised at this point.
You end up becoming more of an anti-hero or vigilante, just stealing from the corrupt and only ever going after the normal persons items when you want to play with Flash on slow nights. You give large majority of the money you make back to the public to better the city for those who don’t have much, so you end up having fans too.
You end up meeting the league at some point, having to join during a meeting because they could truly use your expertise. Instead of sitting in the chair they offer you, you sit down in Barry’s lap which he just smiles about, looking almost as red as his suit.
Nightwing and other heroes who rely a lot on gymnastics end up going to you for advice because of how skilled you are, so you become a more permanent part of the league as you train others on how to use gymnastics and their bodies during battle, and in exchange you get some other training yourself.
You never become an official member of the league, because you don’t want too. But they get used to seeing you together with Barry, and they get especially used to you draping yourself all over the speedster like a big lazy cat, which always makes him flush.
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knittingserpent · 7 months
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One headcanon that I have is that Speedsters are really staticky, like they go to turn on the light and they get shocked by the switch or you bump into them and get shocked or maybe your hair stands on end around them
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l-ii-zz · 7 months
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My blood, I'll go with you
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turtleblogatlast · 5 months
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Imagine little Leo having trouble sleeping so he ends up watching tv and movies with Splinter to pass the time. Splinter often just passes out in his chair, but Leo likes the company anyway.
One day, Leo’s rifling through the movies his dad brought back for them (usually 70s and 80s stuff - Splinter has a bias) and he gasps.
Leo runs over to Splinter and holds up a copy of The Last Unicorn, begging that they watch it that night.
Splinter remembers absolutely nothing about the movie, but hey it’s got a unicorn and it’s animated so it’s gotta be fine, right? So he turns the movie on and passes out near immediately.
He’s woken up roughly an hour and a half later by Leo climbing up onto his chair and sobbing hysterically into his chest.
The movie is now one of Leo’s favorites.
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superbat-love · 10 months
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Superman: I want to travel through time.
Flash: Yeaaaah, not a good idea, buddy. Trust me. Been there, done that.
Superman: Oh. [sad face]
Flash: [clasps Superman’s shoulder] I know the feeling, but you gotta leave the bad things in the past and learn to let go. It’ll help you grow as a person. Plus, you never know how a small change could affect the future.
Superman: I guess I can’t get Bruce a dinosaur for his birthday after all. He really loves dinosaurs.
Flash: …
Flash: Well why didn’t you say so earlier? Let’s go get Bats his dinosaur!
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