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mentions: fem!reader, established relationship, fluff, food <3 (i love food wally loves food we all love food)

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one of the best things about dating wally west was that he had the same enthusiasm about food just like you

for most people, food was just food. but for the two of you, it was an experience. a hobby. a love language. wally might not have had the years of culinary training that you did, but he loved food with every fiber of his being— especially when it was yours

he would help you taste-test, eat leftovers after a failed test, and go shopping with you at the grocery store. his palate would literally evolve just from being around you so much, and your senses evolved from getting used to wally’s speed

which was why the moment you heard the apartment door open, you knew wally was home— mostly because of the red blur that shot through the living room

then the hallway, then the kitchen, then back out, then back into a kitchen again. “hey babe!” wally greeted, appearing beside you and placing a kiss on your head. his suit was gone and instead, he was wearing a casual t shirt and sweatpants, his soft red hair still slightly messy after running around central city all day “hey wally” you greeted back with a smile, eyes not leaving the cutting board. “whatcha making?” he asked with a bright grin, wrapping his arms around your waist and peeking from your shoulder as he watched you effortlessly cut through the vegetables

“pasta” you hummed back, instinctively resting your head beside his. wally let out a ‘ooh’. “can i help?” “remember the last time you tried to ‘help?’”

“i made an amazing pot pie with you?”

“you ate the chicken before i could even put it in the pie” “… in my defense, i was hungry” you finished cutting the vegetables and sighed, placing the knife down and shaking your head with a faint smile at his words. when was this man not hungry?

“you can grate the parmesan” you offered, taking your cutting board filled with chopped vegetables and placing them in your pot. that made wally’s face light up, giving you a mocking salute. “yes chef” “don’t eat it” “i would never” that made you turn to give him a look while wally just smiled innocently before you sighed and turned back to face stove, adding more spices to your pasta

but when you turned back around to get some cheese, the entire block now reduced to less than half. “wally” “what?” “where did the parmesan go?” you looked up and noticed his mouth was suspiciously full, watching you stare at him before he slowly swallowed. “… to a good cause?” but despite resisting the urge to eat the rest of your ingredients, wally actually did help. he washed vegetables while you cooked, placed ingredients beside you before you could ask, even stirred the sauce when you needed both hands for something. honestly? it was nice most people saw the fastest man alive and imagined constant movement— chaos. but moments like this reminded you that wally loved slowing down when he was home, loved being around you, loved sharing the little things. he just loved taking his time with you

“baby, can you try the sauce?” you asked, stirring the sauce and focusing on seasoning it as it simmered quietly. wally— who was humming to himself while cleaning the dishes— finished every dish in less than two seconds the moment you offered him a taste, the sink empty and the dishes dry

he bolted in front of you, a confident grin on his lips. “hit me, babe” the second the wooden spoon was held out, wally was already opening his mouth. you rolled your eyes with a smile before feeding him a sample of the sauce, one hand hovering under the spoon

wally hummed thoughtfully, tasting the sauce and even lip-smacking as you waited. “well?” you asked “its good but… its missing something” “i knew it! it must be the garlic—" wally kissed you before you could finish your sentance, making the complaint instantly die on your lips. for a second, all you could focus on was the familiar warmth of him. the way one hand settled against your waist like it belonged there while the other cupped your cheek

when he finally pulled back, there was a grin on his lips. “there, fixed it” wally announced proudly “but is the sauce still missing something?” you asked, genuinely curious and slightly concerned about your sauce. it took you a while to prepare it, after all

“yeah” he leaned forward. “me tasting it again” and stole another kiss, making you laugh and feeling his grin widen in victory.  this time, the kiss was softer than playful. the teasing confidence he’d worn moments ago was gone

instead, wally kissed you slowly. like he wasn’t trying to distract you from the sauce anymore— like he simply wanted too. your hand instinctively found the front of his shirt, fingers curling lightly into the fabric and letting out a small sigh 

and when you tasted the sauce on his tongue? it was perfect

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masterlist! ⤷ 2k event !

(a/n: this trope fits so right for me when it comes with wally)

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @t1mbits @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)

mentions: 2k event, porn with plot-ish??, soulmates au, masturbation (fingering), slight possessiveness, bush propaganda, licking, slight eye contact, blah blah (ANGELLLLL ILYSM guys shes the one who came up with the plot and i literally love her and her brain ughghghhg #iloveyou)

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symphora— thats what soulmates were called. not lovers, not spouses, not destiny. a soul woven so closely to another that the barriers between them occasionally disappeared

the amazons considered those bonds as sacred, a blessing from the gods, the purest expression of compassion. it was said that when two souls were bound by a symphora, neither could ever be truly alone. even if they were across oceans and continents, they would always carry a piece of one another

that piece was felt in echoes of emotions. it could be joy, grief, relief, fear and pain— especially pain

as an warrior, diana felt all kinds of pain. that’s why she never budged or blinked an eye when she randomly would get paper cuts, or when a shot of pain would be sent to her toe, or when a bruise formed on her forearm— the sort of pain that came with living an ordinary life

unlike her, your pain was different. not when you suddenly felt the ache of a dislocated shoulder, not when a knife-sharp pain sliced across your ribs, not when nasty bruises formed around your ribcage—a type of pain that came from battle

but there was one more emotion that was often felt— desire. and just like the others, it always came suddenly. 

one finger would swirl around your clit while you slowly pushed the other two inside of you. the feeling not only made you instinctively clench and sigh, but it would also be the same feeling that diana would feel, even all the way from themyscira

which was why a hand of her own was rested between her thighs, thrusting two fingers in her pussy with a slow and deep pace. a moan left her lips, throwing her head back as she felt her arousal bubble more in her body— a reaction all thanks to you your fingers sped up, vulgar sounds of squelching entering your ears as your eyes were fixated on your pussy, noises leaving your gaped lips and eyebrows slightly furrowed from both the feeling and the sight. you moaned when you felt your fingertips brush through a specific spot, your pussy walls pulsing all over your fingers

meanwhile in themyscira, diana felt it. “oh hera” she quietly sighed, knuckles deep and buried in her warm cunt. gods, if you made her feel like this from far away, imagine the sensations she would feel if she were with you. the idea alone made her clench on her long and slightly calloused fingers

with the same hand, her thumb went to rub small, tantalizing circles on her clit. it did nothing but add more to the stimulation both you and her were sharing 

a shaky breath left your lips when your clit throbbed like crazy on your finger, your other hand gripping onto the bedsheets tightly. your hips started to rock to match the pace of your fingers, moans slipping from your lips as your fingers repeatedly nudged on the right spots

as if on cue, diana’s fingers started to pace up. they were buried so deep it made her bite her bottom lip with furrowed eyebrows to conceal her sounds. but with the way her fingers were beautifully satisfying her, it was impossible not to

“look w-what you do to me” diana whispered to herself, as if talking to you. “what i would give to find you” the speed of her thumb on her clit increased. “to feel your body in my hands, made just for me—" 

a moan left her lips, fingers curling in her juuuuust right, her parted thighs almost shaking and pussy clamping over her fingers like crazy. and before she knew it, the sensation of pleasure hit her like a freight train, arching her back to press her filled cunt more to her knuckles and a groan leaving her gaped lips

just like your soulmate, your orgasm was reached as well. soft moans were heard from you and an obscene slap! slap! slap! sounds were heard from your hips. the release felt so good it had you knocking your head back with a small gasp and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as they slowed down to a complete stop

once you brought your head back, your gaze landed on the mess you made— stuffed fingers now wet and covered with cum, some of the lewd evidence on your bush

diana wasn’t an exception. taking her fingers out with a lewd pop!, her knuckles and fingers glistening with the sheer coat of her orgasm as evidence and pants leaving her lips. 

only one thing was at both you and diana’s mind: if both of you were able to satisfy each other’s needs without even meeting and touching one another, gods know how it would be if fate had its way and reuinted you both

and fate did. because weeks later, you would run into her and soon, get into a relationship with diana. all while not knowing that you were each other’s soulmates it wasn’t until your first night together that you and diana realized, both of you entering your apartment with lips on one another and hands roaming around each other. and it wasn’t until the familiar feeling of desire crept upon you and diana— the same kind from weeks ago

both of you stilled before slowly breaking the kiss away to look at each other with slightly widened yet blown eyes, huffing small hot pants. there were no words shared because her gaze was more than enough— lust mixed with realization and disbelief, but also relief

relief that it was you the gods chose for her to spend the rest of her life with

without breaking eye contact, diana slowly lowered herself to her knees and unbuttoned your pants, hearing your breath hitch from the action. and once your pants fell on the floor, her gaze dropped and dragged her tongue to lick a long stripe on your thigh

now that made you let out a shaky gasp, sliding your hand to bury in her hair and lips slowly gaping as you felt one hand lay on your waist while the other lowered the strap of your panties to suck on a spot on your hip. 

the circles of her tongue made a moan of her name leave your lips as you stared down at her with awe, only to catch her gaze— blue eyes darkened with lust

some said the symphra was the gods’ greatest mercy while others called it their cruelest design. yet either way, it was something a soul could never forget or outgrow— something you and diana could never ignore

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masterlist! ⤷ 2k event !

(a/n: one more req left!! lowkey gonna take a little break when i finish with the 2k event. fun fact, symphora is a greek term for "shared fate" or "intertwined destiny")

main taglist: @sweetpeasosweet @lcvgty-4929 @fratbrochrisgf @wrldbloom @arabellas-barbarella-swimsuit12 @vianawaits @edawgz @hottubnda @onlyfeng @lucky-clover13 @tragicfiend @nyx-of-night @missmontiopath @bloomfaery @booksrcool @jaydennicole @gglouise23 @sicklyhana @klauvy @pocket-fish0 @romancedawn333 @sashadonat @uxavity @batslilwhore @oh-sheetcake @boo-123456 @ydivine @the-star-rover @slutfordpr @advline @arfemiz @freakkay09 @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger @hernersworld @starrydustedwinter @inejskywalker @seeker2028 @ksiazkowaxx-blog @kh4dij7 @vanillakirstein @lillie1320 @scissorhvnds @branchesofmagic @devilslittlehelper @starr-jazz @nightwingblvd @yukimaniac @freddiweasly @devorator666 @dadump @ftkats @st4rl1ghtgrays0n @st4rstuddedreblogs @em12021 @heleneae @darkxwolfsstuff @imintoomanyfandoms14 @littlelightbearer @th3d1nOr3ad3r @psychopompsblog @wwolfsca @kaiiii1009 @century-eggg @tvhore (tags are open)