Anonymous asked: Wally learning about Deathstroke’s creepy obsession with Dick when they run into him on a mission and he starts creeping on the bird and feeling protective of his best friend who he may have feeling for.
Wally couldn’t believe what was happening in front of his eyes. An hour earlier the team had encountered Deathstroke, the deadly mercenary, on one of their covert operations. None of them had been prepared for the sudden attack. In the first half hour, everyone had been knocked out cold except for Kid Flash and Robin who were badly wounded, terribly outmatched, and doing everything in their power to keep each other alive. But what Wally couldn’t believe was that most of the attacks were being directed at Robin, almost as if Deathstroke didn’t give a rat’s ass about the speedster.
Robin tried to dodge every attack that came his way but he could only do so much. A cut there, a punch here, a taunting comment bordering on the brink of sensual slithering out everywhere. A deep sense of protectiveness that he never thought he’d feel took over Wally’s body; he rushed, charged, kicked and punched at the man every chance he got, but nothing seemed to be working. Annoyed at the teen’s feeble assaults, the mercenary hit him hard with the back of his fist, the force sending Wally back several feet skidding across the dirt ground. He groaned, momentarily unable to move, emerald eyes opening and closing in an attempt to focus on the two other people in front of him.
Deathstroke now had one of his massive, gloved hands clutched around Robin’s throat, securing him to a tall, rough tree, the bark grinding into his slim back. The young teen pried at the fingers that held him captive, but they would not give. The mercenary smirked under his mask with satisfaction.
“You will be mine, little bird.”
Rage surged through Wally’s mind, body and soul.
He willed his hands to push him up to his knees. He forced his fingers to grab the heaviest rock he could find, and he made his arm fling it those several feet of distance into the back of Deathstroke’s head. It didn’t do much but it did break his concentration temporarily. That was all Robin need. As soon as the grip loosened a bit he grabbed a flash bomb from his utility belt and threw it to the ground. The flash blinded the other man, allowing Robin the opportunity he needed to slip away and over to Wally. He made it there just before Deathstroke gained his senses. But instead of pursuing the other two he laughed a harsh laugh and told them he’d be back for round two before disappearing into the trees.
Only after waiting several minutes after his departure did Wally and Dick express their gratitude that one another were still alive. They embraced, tightly, holding onto each other with a strength that they shouldn’t have even been able to muster in their current condition. They whispered words of thanks, relief, and care, saying everything but the one thing they really wanted to.
I love you.
Sorry it took so long! I was almost done with it hours earlier but my computer went all crazy and erased everything so I had to retype it. ^^; I hope you still see it.
Anonymous asked: I don’t think I’ve seen a 3some. :o Heehee, hope you don’t mind? Roy/Wally/Dick and how they love to see Robin so flustered and squirming?
Sometimes Roy and Wally had their disagreements despite being close friends. Sometimes it got out of hand and turned into massive fights that lasted for days. But one thing they could agree on was that they enjoyed making and seeing Robin squirm and blush and be ridiculously aroused because of their actions. So one day, they decided to team up; work together towards a common goal and have a major amount of fun.
Poor Robin never saw it coming. One minute he was walking through Mt. Justice, practicing his hacking skills without a care and the next, Wally was holding him from behind, hands slithering up and down his body while Roy came up and kissed him hard and deeply on the mouth.
The effects were almost immediate. Robin’s body heated up, his cheeks flushed a deep red, and he found his pants tightening with the unexpected attack of touches, nips, and kisses that fell upon his body.
“G-guys-stop-what are you-Ah!”
Wally had begun to suck on the sensitive spot of skin he knew lay just between the boy wonder’s neck and collar bone as Roy slipped his hands under his shirt and started to play with the skin hidden underneath, moving to tease at his pants. Licking, sucking, nibbling. Robin wiggled between them and his breathing became heavy, his body heaved up and down, the moans and groans and shameful panting egging the two on to dare to go further. And Robin didn’t care if they did.
“What say we continue this in a more private setting,” Wally whispered lustfully.
“Couldn’t’ve said it better myself kid,” Roy agreed. Robin merely groaned with approval. Quicker than he could blink he found himself on top of the bed with two horny, red-headed teens and that’s when the real fun began.
What the fuck did I just write. kaljdflak this is why I don’t write threesomes.
Anonymous asked: I think maybe Tumblr ate my last Ask. Anyway~ WallyXAlfred’s Cookies(or Food in general) but whatever, and our little robin get’s jealous. PLEASE?!!?
Robin couldn’t understand why he was feeling jealous right then. He could understand being jealous of another person, another human being, but…but of a cookie? He thought he was losing it. But the way Wally stared at that cookie, the way his lips curled back into an eager and lust-filled smile, the way his mouth wrapped around and relished that cooke made Robin burn with the emotion.
Before he could realize what he was doing he snatched the cookie out of the other’s hand and threw it in the trash.
“Dude, what are you-“
“Wally, why do you act like you love that cookie more than me?” Robin’s thoughts finally caught up with his actions and he blushed, ashamed at what he’d just done. The look on Wally’s face only made it worse. He wanted to die.
“Oh crap-no-did I really say th-“
Suddenly he found himself pressed against the kitchen counter, warm lips tasting of nothing but sweet chocolate and cookie crashing onto his own, hands stroking his body with unbridled want. When the speedster finally released him he stared into his eyes and spoke with a tone Robin didn’t know he could possess.
“You really think that? Well let me prove you wrong.”
Wally ran through the forest at top speed, stopping and slowing down for nothing. Robin was missing. Robin was out of his sight. Robin was-
screaming in pain somewhere in that godforsaken forest. The speedster weaved through trees and ducked under branches, sweat beading down his brow, heart drumming frantically against his chest, mind screeching at him to go faster, faster, faster, to save the most important person to him in his life.
Finally he broke through a patch thorny bushes into a clearing and halted in his tracks. One of the enemy was standing over Robin who was collapsed onto the ground below, bleeding from the side, breath weak and barely existent. Wally charged the man, knocking him onto his back, beating him until he was unconscious and the some, the only thing stopping him is Robin’s tiny voice whispering his name.
He’s by his side in his instance looking into his face, tears about to cascade down his cheeks. He held Robin in his arms, hugged him to his chest, thanked everything that he was still alive.
“I’m so sorry…”
Robin just placed his hands on the other’s back in a weak hug and whispered:
“It’s alright, Wally. It’s alright.
Anonymous asked: You’re still taking prompts, right? Can I have a Dick and Wally bromance that is so tight that it keeps getting mistaken for an actual relationship and just how hard that makes it to ask people out, because then they get accused of cheating, so in the end the only person they can ask to their prom/dance/be-their-valentine is each other and them sulking the entire time cause they love each other, but not like that, it’s purely platonic.
It was so hard. Why was it so hard to have a relationship with your best friend that was close, but yet you didn’t have any desire to be with them romantically. That’s the question Wally and Dick asked each other every day, every second that they were together. They’d give each other hugs and someone would ask “How long have you been together?” They’d compliment each other about their looks or their features and someone would say “How many times have you tapped that?” Every little thing they did to show their strong, platonic love for each other, people took it the wrong way and they weren’t able to do anything about it.
They couldn’t even get a real boyfriend or girlfriend to dispel people’s thoughts because that person would call them unfaithful, shout “cheater!” and “liar” in their faces with disgust and hatred, always leaving them heartbroken and utterly miserable.
Now they’re going to proms, dances, valentine parties together because no one else would accept them. They had to dance together and hold hands together, and be absolutely miserable together because of on-lookers and gossip mongers. Now they had to be stuck in a relationship that wasn’t what it looked like because they loved each other, really really loved each other.
But only in a platonic way.
Phew~ To the next!
Anonymous asked: I know who you are. You know who I am. But >D I am anonymous. I’d like a Roy/Wally striptease. OKAY GO.
I will figure out who you are!
Wally didn’t want to admit how aroused he was at that moment. How the heat would not leave him as much as he wished and hoped that it would, but he couldn’t snatch his eyes away either. Roy was in front of him, stripping like it was the most natural thing in the world, and he didn’t want him to stop.
Roy smirked with confidence as he removed his quiver, letting it slide down his muscularly tanned arm with a torturing slowness. Once it landed on the floor with a clack! he grabbed the bottom edges of his skin-tight shirt and lifted it, rolling it up, releasing his sculpted abs and tantalizing skin inch by inch, making the other red-head groan with impatience, pants growing ridiculously tighter. Once the devilish shirt was over his head, Roy moved his hands to the front, fingers taking hold of the barely-noticeable metallic zipper and slid it down, down, down with the sluggish pace of a snail. Wally’s breath hitched.
He hooked his thumbs into the fabric and was about to pull those pants down when an idea popped into his head. He walked over to where Wally stood and looked down at him, the cunning smirk stretching further on his lips.
“Do you want the honors, Wally?”
And Wally lost it.
I’m glad you think we’re great friends.
I really don’t see how people think we’re gay for each other.