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Rafe Cameron x Reader
+ a little platonic Barry x Reader cuz I just love Barry
Soo Rafe is an ESTP, which is probably the most outgoing personality type and they get along with introverts pretty well. Rafe would so adore his shy girl who’s just so dependent on him for everything. Luckily he’s always got you.
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Topper and Kelce didn’t really understand why would Rafe date you out of all people. You were always quiet, never speaking up, never showing up to parties, and if you did you’d stay glued to your friends' sides and never really speak to anyone.
It baffled them, actually.
But neither Topper or Kelce actually knew Rafe. He didn’t need a wild fire on top of his own messy chaos of a life. He needed the calmness. He didn’t need a girl who’d party her night away and dance with everyone and leave him hangin’ alone. He needed someone who’d be glued to his side, tug at his sleeve and beg for him to stay there and shield her with his body.
He needed someone he could just keep on his lap when he did lines and talked to people, and you'd just stay there, like an obedient scared puppy, playing with his fingers.
He didn’t need a girl that would be outgoing, speak up for herself, independent, talkative with other people. He enjoyed speaking up for you, ordering your food, picking your deliveries up, giving you rides everywhere because you hated public transport, holding you close to him, knowing feeling that you physically desperately need him everywhere with you. Even if you wanted ice cream that was sold two blocks down the street you'd ask him if he'd join you. Call him selfish, but he loves to be the one you constantly need and hide behind. He is obsessed with it. Always ready to provide and protect his girl.
And it’s not like you were like that all the time. The second you two were alone in his car, house or just away from everyone else you were joking around, dancing with him, calling him mocking nicknames like dude, bro, dummy, or the more intimate ones like baby, Rafey, my sweet boy, you'd jokingly call him my husband, my man, my love (all of these worked him up and you knew it), you’d tease the fuck out of him, crawling into his lap, grinding on him because you needed him right now. Pulling him in to kiss him. And God, he loved it. To be the only one to see this side of yours.
You were so polite to everyone too, always saying please and thank you in the quietest voice with a blush on your cheeks, but he knew you could be a loud, moaning, dirty mess under him. He knew you could ride him through multiple orgasms with zero shame. Only he knew you rocked your hips desperately against his mouth and squeezed your legs around his head to keep him there. Only he knew you'd get down on your knees and do absolutely everything for him.
You've met Barry a few times whenever Rafe needed cocaine from him and couldn't wait, he'd just drag you along and tell you to stay in the car. But the wait eventually got long and you followed after him.
Barry immediately offered you drugs and Rafe almost broke his face... but this little incident aside you actually clicked with Barry immediately. He wouldn't even let you speak, he just talked away, spilling info and gossip about Rafe as if he wasn't just standing right there.
"Ah shit, and you like this j-crew lookin' ass?"
You giggled. "Yeah, I do," you gave Rafe a smile. "A lot."
You and Barry became friends. Rafe wouldn't let you hang out with him alone but the three of you actually hung out a lot at Barrys. He quickly understood how shy you are and he maybe had a little soft spot for you too, keeping an eye on you in public whenever Rafe needed to take care of something quickly.
You were getting a drink with Rafe at the Country Club, Topper and Kelce were there too, when Barry pulled up on his bike and made his way over to the two of you, ignoring all the Kooks that gave him dirty looks.
"Country Cluuuuub princessssss," he yelled in his accent and made his way over to you, "what's good with you girl?" He chuckled as you two did a quick handshake you've taught him.
Rafe rolled his eyes and immediately threw his arm around your shoulders in a protective manner.
Topper and Kelce stared in awe. You, who barely spoke any words to them, were all of a sudden buddies with the drug dealer?
Cam isn’t the first person most would think of as being incredibly dominant and not particularly caring. It’s not that he’s not those things, but there are certainly others among your house of lovers, so why him? It’s simple, though! Cam is genuinely sweet (... When he wants to be), and you always know that he’ll always give you what you want in the end, but the venture there is filled with plenty of edging and teasing..
Don’t get it confused, he'll make you feel dirty (are you really surprised?), but Cam won't tease about it… Too much, anyway, unless he catches on that you like it.
Cam pulls you back into his lap, hooking your legs over his to keep you nice and spread out. You feel exposed as the cool air nips at your body almost cruelly, one hand reaching up to push his fingers into your mouth while the other one dips down and gropes your exposed pussy, “You’re making a mess, and I haven’t even put anything inside you yet. Are you really that desperate?” The man nibbles along your neck, pressing his fingers down against your soft tongue to make sure you couldn’t answer.
It’s a painful, embarrassing truth; he hasn’t even put his fingers, only grinding his palm against your clit and occasionally pressing his middle and ring finger against your hole to test your reaction. Due to this, your cunt has been fucking weeping. Slick trailing down and staining the flesh of your thighs and ass, you’re practically burning yourself with how desperate you are. Similarly, drool slips from your mouth to coat Cam’s fingers in what you would consider a gross fashion—but he seems to be eating it up, pushing his fingers farther down to watch your tears build up, attempting to back away, only to press yourself further against him.
You let out a little whimper, weakly moving your hips against Cam’s hand, but he immediately stops all his movements with an amused huff. He lets out a soft coo, pressing the flat of his tongue against your neck before dragging it up disgustingly across your neck, blowing some air on the wet skin, “What? You don’t like that?” Cam is grinning, but you can’t even muster the strength to want to snap at him—all you want is to cum!
With intense desperation, you attempt to grind your hips forward, the knot in your stomach tightening. The man doesn’t fight, watching as you climb to your peak yet again, watching in delight as your fingers dig into his legs that keep yours spread sinfully.
“Aw,” Cam murmurs, spreading his fingers apart with a wet noise, “It’s okay, baby. Everything is just fine. You can keep taking it, right? I know you can, you're just." He crooks his fingers, "so sweet f'me, right?"
Mateo is nothing if not tooth-rottenly sweet to you, and he adores you always seems to melt into him—the way you kick off your shoes and practically stumble into his arms after a hard day's work, he’s gotten to develop something of a third sense whenever you need to let your mind melt away for a bit. Mateo is always gentle with you; he just can’t resist showering you with praises and kisses.
Mateo leans closer into your chest, resting his hands gently on your hips as you sink down on his cock with a wet squelch, accompanied by moans drug from both of you.
"Mmph- Oh, sweet girl," The man is messy, and yet still dares to look and sound amazing. The words fall from his lips easily, as if you're not hanging onto his every praise.
The position that the two of you are in isn't embarrassing, and yet you feel like your face was set on fire. Mateo is sitting on the couch, with his hands resting gently on your hips while you struggle to keep yourself from falling and taking in all of his fat cock too quickly. Your hands rest on his shoulders, digging into his skin just enough to make him tense and shudder against you.
"Mm," Mateo massages your hips, sliding to cup your ass before returning to your hips—he repeats the pattern repeatedly, "G- Mn- Go slow, baby. You can do it, but don't hurt yourself."
Your heart swells at his words, beating aggressively against your chest so bad that you fear Mateo might actually feel it. It's even more embarrassing after he begins to press kisses onto your chest, smiling into your warm skin, feeling your already warm cunt getting wet enough to drip down the length of his cock, "That's it, sweet girl. Ohhh, I love you- I love you, I love you-"
A desperate whine leaves your spit-covered lips, your arms sliding to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you sink down against him. You're halfway down, gasping weakly, taking it slow and steady despite how badly you want to just drop and let your pussy swallow him entirely.
Eddie and Volt are both switches, but neither are particularly obedient when acting submissive. When Volt is submissive, he’s a huge fucking brat—teasing and giving Eddie a little, impish grin, and while Eddie does tend to be a bit more obedient than Volt, neither were exactly prepared for just how obedient you would be! They’re especially not used to someone who sticks with one role, as both of them tend to flip around quite a bit (one day Volt might be getting bent over with grumpy! Eddie’s fingers in his mouth, and Eddie could be crying and hissing as Volt pushes himself inside Eddie’s mouth—they just need both worlds!). That’s not to say they aren’t incredibly grateful, especially when they’re both feeling a bit dominant.
“Mm!” You gag around Eddie’s cock, nose buried in his bush, brushing against his abdomen. You resist the urge to pull away while tears fill your eyes—not that you could, as Volt’s long fingers entangle themselves in your hair, pushing you up and down the length of your lover’s heavy cock.
“Oh, that’s a magnificent sight,” Volt murmurs, lifting you from Eddie’s just a bit and watching as more drool slips out and drops onto your exposed thighs, “Aren’t you a good little Spark, taking him deep in that throat of yours, hm?” He pushes you back down once more, causing Eddie to roll his head back and buck his hips upwards—making you gag harshly.
“Shit-” Eddie curses immediately, giving Volt a weak glare (the man only grins in response), “Don’t- ah- Don’t fucking do that.” He warns, his knuckles going white as he leans back, gripping the edge of the bar. Small, pleasured noises leave Eddie’s lips, despite his attempts not to be affected by the way your warm, silky throat convulses around his cock, the way you’re trying your best to look up at him—he has to squeeze his eyes closed just to keep from shooting his load down your throat.
Volt bites his lip, his fingers still buried in your hair and guiding your movements in an unforgiving rhythm, “You know they can take whatever we give them, they’re such a determined little thing.” He coos, glancing down at you while leaning to nibble at Eddie’s throat—causing the man to scowl, the redness on his face spreading. “Just look at how eager they are.” It’s stated as a fact, and Eddie can’t help but let his eyes drop back down to you.
The way his eyes, cloudy with lust, intensely study the way your cheeks bulge makes your stomach tighten in a way you can’t describe, moaning when the man rolls his hips. You run your tongue across the prominent vein on Eddie’s cock, giving a harsh suck as the two of you make eye contact, watching through teary-eyes as he immediately cusses.
Volt lets out a surprised noise as Eddie jerks up and throws his head back, before chuckling deeply, running his thumb over your head rewardingly, “Oh, good- keep that up, an I dare say, Eddie might break for you.”
Barry- God- he makes you want to be good for him! He already showers you with so much praise and affection naturally, but he thinks you’re just darling when you’re laid out on your back for him, looking up like he’s everything. He could never bring himself to make you do all the work—on the contrary, he quite likes working you up and sending you over the edge, so he always tells you that you just need to sit and look pretty for him!
Barry’s mouth is absolutely sinful- divine, in all the right ways, between the enamored praises and the way he doesn’t hold back, kissing and groping you senselessly. It’s like he’s drunk, just off the taste of your neck and collarbone.
“Gorgeous-” Barry gasps, just barely heard through your skin as he grinds his cock forward, “Positively gorgeous, darling- You’re such a good girl, you always are.” He babbles drunkenly as you whimper.
His whole weight is on top of you, sandwiching you between himself and the bed—it’s hot, your both sweaty, panting, and you’re sure that the makeup Barry had spent so much time on is running down your face. You two have been at this for at least an hour (maybe even two), with him pumping his cock in and out your soft pussy until the two of you physically couldn’t handle it anymore, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to stop!
You wrap your arms around Barry’s neck to pull him closer, whimpering as you feel the length of his cock sliding against your sensitive folds, over and over again. The cum clinging to your thighs, mixed with your slick, makes it easier for him to slip against you while you’re unable to even twitch your hips.
Barry’s mouth attaches to your neck, dragging his teeth lightly against you with small, fucked-out whimpers, “Mm- Good- good, good, you feel so good-” he continues endlessly as he quickens his pace, the sound of his thighs hitting your own become louder, the wet squelches of his cock rubbing you nearly clicking from the sheer amount of mess the two of you had made. Despite every inch of the two of you screaming for mercy, you just can’t bring yourselves to stop…
that statement is true for both running, and sex. he finds fulfillment in showing you love every night, thrusting into you with a quickness you would never be able to keep up with.
he enjoys seeing your overstimulated body pliantly whimpering, only soft moans coming from you as you cum all over again. his cock is just as sore as your pussy, a burn radiating from it due to the friction.
there's something so mesmerising, so beautiful about how filthy you look after your fuck sessions. you think it's embarrassing, but he thinks you should embrace it. everything from your disheveled hair to your ruddied lips that you've been biting at for the past few hours is evidence of how much he loves you.
he knows he should probably slow down, but he can't— not when you're desperate and begging for more.
CHARACTERS: Jean Loo, Betty, Luke, The Hanks, Barry
Warnings: None <3!
(A/N: Ok so for some shitass reason Tumblr won't let me access my drafts OR my inbox rn, but I got a request from someone asking for dateables w/ a player who gets plushies of them, specifically Luke Nukem and Jean Loo. Though tumblr is fucking haywire I WILL STILL DELIVER.)
You've always sort of had an avoidance to being alone. The thought of it doesn't calm you, or fill you with peace, it just feels...empty. And boring. And miserable. Of course, you need 'alone time', here and there, but you'd much rather spend most of your day surrounded by others.
Jean Loo:
Jean Loo was always fun to be around, even if he was a little much. Just because of how it could never be boring with him. Plus, you liked the look on his face when you were able to slip in a little something in your words to fluster him. It was an amusing sight, really. You'd never grown bored of it.
And being the pest you are (affectionately, of course), you'd made it your job to try and catch him off guard once more. Without his knowledge, you had somehow gotten your hands on your very own little plush of that French rapping toilet. You'd hardly been able to cease your giggling when you'd gotten it, and you'd set it down in your room near the bedside table, and gone to bed, hoping to show it to Jean Loo in the morning.
What you did not expect was to be woken up by :
"What the fuck--EST-CE MOI???"
You sat upright in bed, blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes so you could see why exactly you were hearing French yelling at 9 am. The sight that greeted you made you choke on a snort.
Jean Loo stood in the doorway of the upstairs bathroom, holding the poor plush upside-down by the leg as if it were some kind of toxic waste. He was staring at you like you had lost your mind.
"What- chérie, what the hell are you doing with a little version of Lil' Crapper? We do not need a Lil' Lil' Crapper. Also-- where would you even get this??"
"It's a secret," You giggled, watching his expression shift with barely contained amusement. "You don't like him?"
"NO!"
You burst out laughing, falling back on the bed as he watched you, still gripping onto the mini-him. You wiped your eyes, shaking your head as you attempted to speak through your chuckles.
"Wh-why not? Isn't he cute?"
"He is not! He is a mockery of the Lil' Crapper!"
"Aw, c'mon, look at him."
Jean Loo side-eyed the plush as though it had personally offended him, rolling his eyes before looking back at you and raising a brow.
"Lil' Crapper does not understand. You have all of this already, and you wish for a replacement?"
You snorted, standing up and shaking your head, plucking the plush from his hand and holding it in your arms normally, fondly smiling at it.
"No, of course not. You're the best. I just like to have a little you to have around, y'know? When the dateviators run out of charge and I can't talk to you."
He pauses, looking at the way you held the plush close to your chest. His gaze flicked back up to your face and he raised his eyebrows.
"You have this...this mini-Lil' Crapper because you miss him?"
"Yeah. I just want to have you around me always."
You had to force back a grin as you saw Jean Loo's pale face suddenly heat up, flushing with pink color. He kept up the same attitude though, and shrugged it off.
"Ah...well...Lil' Crapper guesses you can eh...keep him. Around. For a while."
"I knew you liked him."
"No! A lie! A lie! Jean Loo can't stand impersonators! They are a mockery of his art!"
Despite the claim, Jean Loo would always make sure you knew where Lil' Lil' Crapper was before the charge on your dateviators ran out, mumbling an excuse about you 'not having the energy to rap with him when you were lonely'.
Betty:
You never liked talking to Betty during the day. It always had to be at night. It wasn't like she treated you much differently at different times, but you knew that she liked to talk to you best right before bed, so you could chat and then just fall right into her arms until the sun came up.
The only issue was, once the talk was over, it wasn't really her arms you fell into. Just the bed. You wanted to hold Betty tight as you drifted off, wanted to let her know how much you loved falling asleep with her.
So, when you discovered Teddy in your closet, it sparked an idea.
Betty was waiting for you like she always was, laying down on the bed with a gentle smile and arms wide open. She always looked so soft, and comforting, and welcoming. And beautiful, naturally.
"Come here, lover, I've been waiting for you all da--"
She cut herself off, as her eyes landed on the cute little stuffie you held in your arms, and she blinked in surprise.
"Oh! Is that me?"
You nodded with a sheepish grin, holding it out so she could see it a little better.
"Uh- yeah! Sorry if it's a little weird, I just...well, I really wanted to cuddle you like you do me, so I thought..."
You were interrupted as Betty reached out and carefully disloged the plush from your hands, taking it in her freckled ones, examining it with obvious interest.
"Wow...it looks just like me. You know, lover, it's really alright. I don't mind you not being able to hold me when you sleep. In a way, you are kind of holding me. You laying on me and sleeping peacefully is heaven as is."
"Oh..." A steady rise of embarrassment crawled up your neck, and you could practically feel your cheeks turning scarlet. What were you thinking, getting a plushie of an actual person--well, a personified bed-- to sleep with?
"Yeah...that was kinda stupid of me to get, huh? I- uh, I'll just throw her out-"
A genuine smile slowly curved her plump lips, and she handed it back to you.
"That's not what I meant. I never said anything about not wanting Betty-by joining in on our heavenly rest."
Your heart swelled.
"Really?"
"Of course! I think it's adorable you'd have something as adorable as that. It's really cute...really romantic too."
She giggled, before pulling you into bed, wrapping her arms around you and sighing.
"Now get some sleep, lover. Make sure you give her a little kiss before you do."
Luke:
You felt so embarrassed that it had come to this.
Recently, you've been really paranoid about someone breaking into the house, after having an early fall horror-movie marathon by yourself. You've barely been getting any sleep, and it's taken its toll on you.
Maybe so much so that instead of ordering a better home security system or something, you made another decision.
So now you had a stuffed plush of fucking Luke Nukem.
You didn't know why exactly you chose this out of all things, but in every interaction you've had with him, he's always made you feel safe. Like he would protect you from anything, even if half the things he's protecting you from....don't exist. But still, it had comforted you. You placed it by your front door every day, and just knowing Luke Jr. was watching out for you made you rest easier.
So much so, that after a while, you just kept him there, near the doorway, almost forgetting he was even there in the first place.
Up until, of course, this morning. You'd just finished talking to Kopi, cup of a steaming latte in your hands. You were being extremely careful with it, setting it down on the counter with gentle precision to ensure not a drop spilt on you or the surface top.
"RANGER!!"
You jumped and almost tipped the cup over, but saved it just in time, gripping it suddenly with both hands, though it burned your fingers. Better than a lecture from Daisuke. You let out a sigh of relief and turned to see Luke bounding over to you, a beam on his face.
"Ranger! There you are! Listen- first off, how dare you!"
You blinked at him, trying to process his words.
"...How dare me?"
"Yes! How dare m-- you!" He repeated, pointing a finger at you. "I can't believe it soldier...after all we've been through..."
You were genuinely worried now, eyes flitting around as though trying to understand what he was talking about.
"I'm...sorry?"
"Why didn't you tell me we had a kid??"
Silence.
You stared him dead in the eye, trying to gauge if you heard him correctly. "A...kid."
"YES!" He declared, now switching immediately back to how he'd been when he greeted you, as he suddenly shoved something in your face. Realization dawned on you, and you looked back at him.
"Luke-- that's not our kid. That's a plushie. Of you."
More silence.
"...Oh. I did think it was a little strange for a kid to have the same mustache as me."
You couldn't help a smile from cracking your face as you watched him slowly come to terms with the truth.
"Sorry, Luke. I bought it to make me feel better about intruders."
"Intruders?? WE HAVE-"
"No! No! We're fine. We're fine. I just like the comfort of seeing you ready to protect me from anything."
"OH! ...I see now, Ranger." Luke said, nodding along. He took a moment before handing the plush back to you. "Luke Jr. is a fine young soldier. Any intruders will be SMASHED by the sheer power of RADIATIOOOOON!! Soldiers need to protect their own, and he won't fail you!"
You snickered, taking Luke Jr. in your arms as you listened to him. As odd as it was, Luke's words did a lot more to comfort you than you expected, and instead of placing him at the door that night, you tucked him in beside you.
The Hanks:
The Hanks were always so full of surprises. They seemed to be nothing short of spontaneous, loud, bright, and everything along those lines. Every time you'd go up to talk to them, they'd have something new to do with you, or show you, or tell you. With all these constant surprises they had for you, you'd often tried to think up what kind of surprise you could give them. Something they'd like that didn't involve you having to buy bungee jumping gear.
Eventually, it hit you. And so here you were in front of the closer, sliding open the door before quickly hiding your hands behind your back. You found the Hanks huddled together as usual, probably doing one of their 37-minute-long meditation sessions. However, as soon as they see you, they instantly perk up, waving and greeting you.
"Heyyyy, House Homie's back!"
"Oh, dude, we missed you so much! It's been foreeeeever since you've come to see us."
"Yeah, bro. At first, we kinda thought, like- Hank 3 may have been a little cringe-"
"Bro!"
"Sorry, dude. But like- we didn't know for sure."
You laughed, shaking your head dismissively at their assumptions.
"Guys, it's fine. Hank 3 didn't drive me away or anything."
A collective sigh of relief from all five of the Hanks sounded, and Hank #1 gave you a thumbs up and a wide grin.
"Great, homie! So, uh...why didn't you visit us, then?"
He didn't sound judgmental (you doubt the Hanks could really ever be that judgy), just genuinely curious. You smiled, shifting your weight as you kept your hands behind your back.
"Wellll, I really wanted to visit, I promise. You guys are awesome."
"No cap?"
"No cap. But, I was a little busy making these!"
With that, you revealed with a flourish what you had been concealing behind you--five little sewn-together Hanks plushes, each individually made for each Hank. Your smile widened as you watched their reactions, each of them looking at each other and then at you, in shock, wide smiles nearly splitting their faces.
"WHOOOAAA DUDE!!" Hank #4 exclaimed with a toothy grin, picking up his perfect tiny replica, eyes sparkling.
"You MADE these, brah??" Hank #2 asked, staring at the plushies in your hands, in awe of all the tiny little details you'd included. "Wowww..."
"No, for real, dudes! This is gnarly!" Hank #3 laughed, noticing how you'd given his in particular a little stitched-on smirk.
"Aw, check it, bros! Lil' mini Hanks!" Hank #1 spoke over your shoulder, poking his on the head.
"Mini Hanks.." Hank #5 repeated, staring at his miniature with a look that could only be described as wonder. As well as something else you couldn't quite place, but you didn't have time to think about it as five different bodies suddenly enveloped you in a tight hug, and you let out a muffled snort as they squeezed you.
"Dude, how are we gonna thank you for this??"
"Aw, guys, it was nothing."
"It's EPIC, is what it is!"
"Yeah, homie! Don't downplay it!"
You smiled at each of them, all holding their respective mini-selves proudly.
"It really was nothing, I don't need anything for it."
The Hanks all seemed to collectively decide to ignore this, and they talked among themselves about how exactly to thank you for quite a while, before Hank #3 suddenly raised his hand and yelled out.
"OOH, OOH! EXTREME MAKEOUT TIME!!"
"YEAH!!"
You just went along with it.
Barry:
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
You looked around the room over and over again. Under pillows, in the closet, under laundry, over and over again, but no luck. Oh, fuck, you were screwed.
A while ago, you'd gotten a little plush of Barry as a joke, just to make him laugh. You'd kept it around because you found it cute, and it had been in your bedroom since.
Well, until today.
You ran a hand through your hair as you let out a breath. It wasn't like that thing was all that important to you, but it being a plush of Barry of all things made it a little more of a big deal to you. You felt bad for losing a plush of him, it felt irresponsible, and kind of shitty. So, you were determined to find it.
But after hours of looking, you still came up empty-handed, defeated. So, with a heavy heart, you walked into the bathroom to tell Barry what had happened--
Only to find him staring back at you, still, holding the plush and about three makeup brushes in one hand, a lipstick in his mouth, and two shades of equally beautiful pink blushes in his other hand. You stared at him, silent, and he stared right back at you, also silent.
After a while, he smiled around the lipstick, setting a few of the brushes down and taking the lipstick out of his mouth, grimacing a bit at the taste.
"Oh, sorry, darling, that's just a vile flavor. I know they say beauty is on the inside, not the outside, but that kind of beauty should probably just stay on the outside.."
He chuckled to himself before pausing to hold up the plushie with a beam.
"Ah- and what do you think? I gave Barry 2 a little makeover...something subtle, but still just as beautiful!"
You didn't answer, prompting a question of your own instead.
"So...you have him? You've just been giving him makeovers?"
"Yes, I told you that earlier, didn't I, hun?" He asked, furrowing a (very hydrated) brow, puzzled. "Or was it Amir I told...oh, dear, I'm so, so sorry, darling, I must've told Amir and forgotten to tell you. I didn't write it down because it didn't even seem all that important--"
"Whoa, whoa, Barry, it's okay." You reassured him, walking up to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's just a plushie. It's fine." Ironic, you were saying that after freaking out two minutes ago, but Barry didn't have to know that.
Barry took a few breaths before nodding sheepishly. "Oh, you're right, you're right. It's just a plush, not a bomb, or someone's child. Just little Barry 2."
He held up the plush so you could see it, brightness returning to his face. "But you didn't answer, darling! Is he everything you ever dreamed?"
You smiled at the little bits of easily washable eyeshadow lightly dusted onto Barry 2's eyes. An itty-bitty canvas, but Barry's work was always nothing short of excellent. At least when it came to his passions.
"That and more," you told him, planting a tiny kiss on the stuffie's forehead.
"Just don't make me tear the place apart looking for him next time."
"Mm, no promises, darling."
I've been having awful cramps and throwing up the whole day, writing this was honestly such a fun thing to take my mind off it :)
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synopsis: how the dc guys would be with model!reader (hal jordan, barry allen, and wally west!)
notes: this is a silly one, but i think this is such a cute concept (and there are NO physical descriptions, we’re all gorgeous models, ladies <33). also lmk if you wanna see this with anyone else! anywaysss reblogs and comments always appreciated, enjoy! xoxo - cherie
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hal jordan would loveeee the fact that you’re a model. why? not only can he rub it in everyone’s face that he has a girlfriend so gorgeous she gets paid for it, but he gets countless photos of you looking sickeningly beautiful.
when the two of you first started going out, you hadn’t even revealed your job to him until a few dates in. he wasn’t surprised by any means—i mean, look at you. however, he was shocked in the sense that he couldn’t believe you didn’t tell him sooner.
“i don’t see the big deal,” you giggle softly, “it’s my job.”
“are you kidding me? if i had your job i’d tell everyone,” he smiles, shaking his head to himself at how your humility comes to you with ease.
and, once the two of you are official, he only becomes more obsessed. he’ll call you at any and every shoot, asking to see pictures, asking if you want coffee, asking if they need a hot male counterpart in the photos (he’s teasing, but you know he’d take you up on it in a heartbeat).
the first time you invite him to one of your shows really should’ve been the last time. despite your countless pleas for him to be polite and, well, normal, considering this was a high profile event, hal still cheered like a maniac once you took to the stage. but, could you even blame him? you’re just too pretty to keep quiet about, he’d say.
and god forbid you ever have a shoot for victoria’s secret, because those will be the pictures he chooses to keep in his wallet and as his wallpaper.
“what?” he smiles.
“you couldn’t choose a photo with more…clothing?” you roll your eyes smiling, amused, but not surprised that this is his favorite.
“now why would i do that? all they do is hide your beautiful body from me, baby,” he’ll wink, now more determined than ever to keep that as his lock screen.
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barry allen sort of views your relationship as a cliche. you’re this beautiful, amazing model, and he’s…well he’s there. he doesn’t ever consider the fact that he might just be very handsome and also literally the flash. no, in his head your the stunning popular girl out of his league, and he’s the nerdy loser who just got lucky. and he couldn’t be happier.
and, while he’s so proud of you, and maybe feels a little ego boost knowing a model loves him, he will find any reason to worry and fuss over you. especially when you’re busy.
you’ll be in milan for an event one night, settling into your hotel room after a long day of prep for the show. and just as you’re settling into bed, you’ll hear two soft, but unmistakably excited knocks on your door. you smile to yourself, getting up and answering the door, unsurprisingly finding barry on the other side.
“hi baby,” he smiles, a little sheepish considering he just ran across the atlantic on a wednesday to see you. “i just wanted to check up on you…maybe sleepover?” he asks like you two haven’t been dating for awhile now.
you giggle tiredly, letting him inside fully before wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. resting your head on his shoulder, you smile softly saying, “if you wanted to check up on me, you could’ve called, honey. i don’t want you wasting energy just to see me anytime i travel.”
he scoffs slightly, as if the mere implication that he might not fuss over you is offensive. resting his head atop yours, he replies, “nothing related to you is a waste. now let me take care of my baby…please.” he’ll say softly, yet you both know he’s not leaving room for you to resist.
you two will end up on the bed, you laying back on some fluffed pillows while he sits a little further down, rubbing your sore feet. you’ve learned that there’s no point in arguing with him once he’s set on caring for you.
just as you start to doze off, he’ll press a kiss to your ankle before tucking you in. he’ll strip down to his underwear (european hotels need more airflow for speedsters) and crawl into bed next to you, pulling you into his arms.
he’ll press a soft kiss to your head, whispering an, “i love you,” before dozing off, as well.
when you wake up in the morning, he’s already ran back to central city, but you’ll find some pastries on the bedside table. next to them is a little note which reads, “good morning, angel! donut work too hard today…(get it!) text me when you wake up, i love you! - barry.”
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wally west may or may not have been crushing on you from afar since he saw you on an ad in the mall one day. and yeah, he was there when some villain just so happened to be terrorizing the city you had a show in. and what are the odds he’d end up saving you from the burning building you were about to have your show in? he even got to carry you outside bridal style, all hero like. in all seriousness, it was just a total coincidence, but wally wasn’t complaining one bit. once away from the chaos, he smiled down at you in his arms.
“you alright?”
“yeah um…you’re the flash.”
he chuckled softly on the outside, but his inner monologue sounded more like “yes! she knows who i am!”
once the two of you got talking (and he finally set you down), you both seemed to click almost immediately. the two of you hit it off so fast, in fact, that you’d scheduled a date for the very next evening.
and, once the two of you started dating for real, wally was even more crazy about you. he’d make sure to remind anyone in the league or any of the titans that he had a model as his girl any chance he could. and, even worse, he’d show up uninvited to your shoots all the time.
“excuse me, can you ask your…friend to leave, please?” one of the designers would ask you as you get your makeup done.
you look over at your loving boyfriend, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up from across the room (where he’s stolen about half of the pastries provided for everyone). you smile softly at him, giving him a little wave before turning back to the director.
“if i ask him to be quiet can he stay?”
the director grumbles rolling his eyes, before reluctantly agreeing and walking away to tend to other business. you giggle softly to yourself and motion for wally to come over to you.
“baby, they’re asking your to be a little quieter,” you smile softly looking up at him from your chair.
he kneels down next to you so you two can be eye-level. “who, me? i’ve been quiet as a mouse,” he smiles, knowing that’s not really true. In reality, he’d cheer you on as enthusiastically as possible anytime you were posing. “besides, they barely notice me. one of the photographers almost ran into me a few minutes ago.”
“i think that’s called ignoring, babe,” you giggle softly.
hiii!! may I request fem reader with amir and barry (seperate pls) relationship headcanons? :3 fluff with a dash of suggestive themes and a VERY tiny drop of smut as well if thats alright as well!!
boyfriend headcanons!
a/n !: helloooo sweet anon !! of course you can request these two !! i love teetering on the edge of sfw and nsfw so im all for it !! this might not be as suggestive as you'd like but i hope it's still okay !!
content warning !: fem reader!, small suggestive themes, implications of sex, and some flirting !!
synopsis !: some cuteee headcanons about what it's like being in a relationship with amir n barry from date everything !!
amir
this man loves to look at you, it's basically what he was made for. no pun intended. he takes this job very seriously too, watching as you do whatever tasks you need to do around the house.
he studies your movements. like how your hips sway from side to side, your legs crossing each other as you walk, and the way you bat your eyelashes when you want something.
if he were to take a test on you he'd ace it! he knows every little thing you do, down to the last involuntary movment of your muscles.
amir WILL NOT allow you to be insecure, he will force you to stare in the mirror until you say that you look pretty. and i promise you he will keep you there until you say it.
if you tell him you are insecure he'll make you list all the things you don't like about yourself and kiss those parts! leaving light kisses on each part of the body he loves so much. sometimes it may get a little out of hand though
"amir please not right now" soft kisses land on your thighs, amir never stops though depsite your words. "i'm sorry mwah azizam, i just can't smooch help it. your body is so mwah gorgeous to me." you squirm as his hands hold your thighs down. "ahh—o-okay but you don't need to kiss there!"
praise is big with him! not just in the bedroom. when you're wearing a particularlly cute outfit he'll ask for a spin, studying how the clothes you chose accentuate your curves just right. the colors you're wearing making you look delicious.
he's the biggest flirt ever, doing and saying anything to catch you off guard, even for just a moment. sometimes, when you're talking to other objects throughout the house he'll come up behing you and whisper dirty thoughts into your ear. watching you as you squirm and try not to blush.
you will never have ton ask for compliments from him because he is firing them out on a daily basis. there isn't a moment where he isn't complimenting you. if you have one fan then it's amir, if you have no fans then consider him dead.
as we've seen before, amir cannot stay mad in your presence. you always know just what to say and he appreciates that more than you'll ever know.
post-realization amir would buy you all the most expensive and lavish gifts. shiny jewelry to wear around your wrists, fingers, and neck, colorful clothes to adorn your beautiful body, and all of the lastest accessories.
he would also show you off to all of his fans. there wouldn't be a single fan of amir's that doesn't know about you. he makes sure to talk about you all the time on talk shows, podcasts, and even in his own spin-off.
barry
this sweet boy would be quite the romantic when asking you out. asking all of the other objects to help him prepare this special moment. he wants to make sure it's just perfect for you. since you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
he'd help you choose what products to use as well as pick out an outfit for you.
"here goregous," he hands you a lip liner and two lip glosses, plus some other products for the rest of your face. "use these for your lip combo, i'm dying to see how those colors look on your. . .lips."
he trails off as he begins to think of your pretty lips, so soft and sweet. he'd do anything just to have one kiss from you.
barry would test different lip combos and eyeshadow looks on you, using only the colors that work with your skintone and style. of course he knows what looks good on you. he'd never make you wear something you didn't look good in/feel confident in.
plot aside, if you love to shop, barry would be right by your side. dragging you into different stores like sephora, ulta, and sally beauty's. i hope you aren't a shopaholic cause he will help you break the bank.
or if you come home from a little shopping spree he would immediately have you sit down and give him a haul. listening and watching intently as you talk about each item you pull out of the bags.
will ask you cute trivia questions all the time and you always answer them, even if he's asked some of them before. . .he already knows all about the brands you like and what products you hate but he just wants to hear you talk some more !!
everytime he does your makeup/skincare, he's always so gentle! just like when you're in bed with him.
he always makes sure that you buy waterproof mascara and eyeliner, not for any specific reason of course!
"huff huff—it's a good thing you use such a quality, hmmph—brand of mascara honey. otherwise it'd be—ugh—all over your face!"
sometimes he forgets some things. . .okay not just sometimes. but he makes sure to never forget your favorite things plus your anniversary. he'll always have room in his head for you!
barry also won't allow you to be insecure. he says that "your face is too gorgeous to be insecure my darling! you must show it off to the whole world. i know i certainly want to."
he loves kissing you, he might love it more than any of the other objects to be honest! the feeling of how soft your lips are, the taste of the chapstick you have on. proper skincare is one way to barry's heart!
