I do have many more Barry / Diana stories and a plethora of various fetish stories, on archive of our own, by the same handle. Most of my time goes into updating those since there's more traffic/fandoms and less restriction there. A Barry and Diana and Arthur is coming, probably like 5 years from now. Maybe centuries.

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"Victor," Bruce's voice called out, as he went farther away. "Check on Diana. I'm getting a stretcher."

Victor's beaming voice was so soft. Diana shifted as they took each other's hands, but he would not touch Barry so he didn't intrude.

Little wheels clacked against the floor. Victor would help bring it to Diana's side and lower it to the floor. The stretcher pad crinkled when Bruce inclined it up.

Barry would've tightened up, but he didn't have to, with all of his weight being absorbed into Diana, her being in charge and controlling everything for him in a reliable, secure, way. Really, the most secure Barry has been in years.

They were on the move. Diana had her belly contained in the blanket and was already pushing into the stretcher to lift herself up.

Barry was curled into the darkness of the blanket. Bruce and Victor's voices swirled through the fluid, in protest. Bruce's large hand encompassed Barry's frail side and he hovered over to maneuver Diana.

Diana grunted, and the pressure of the air changed. They were definitely on the move now. With a loud push against the gurney rails, an out-of-breath Diana's soft weight pulled Barry up. The fluid flushed him down and tingled when it crashed over his crossed ankles and snuggled knees. He cradled back into the placenta and was swaddled tighter, with her hand over his thigh to secure him as she leaned back into the pad.

Victor's voice asked Diana if she was comfortable, and, with a sniffle, she said yes. Once she was sitting with straight legs, and gave in to Bruce strapping them down, for Barry's safety, Victor could give her some privacy to rearrange the blanket.

The shuffling of the blanket worked in rhythm with the faster pulsing of the placenta and the womb fluid that was still swishing. Diana didn't give it time to calm down, as her fingers worked the tension out of her belly, kneading Barry's plush bottom.

As she gave little pats up and down, everything was okay. His eyes fluttered and that was it.

…...

Barry perked up.

His toes lagged as they opened and closed at the rhythm of Diana's breathing. It was getting heavier, broken by saliva that pooled through her mouth and heaves that shook the womb.

The fluid around him surged cold. With a sputter, Barry started kicking around, in a desperate attempt to close in towards the placenta and keep warm. He whined, but it got stuck in the fluid instead of earning him some pats on his bottom.

His hips tightened as he tried to process a sudden odd, heated feeling building up between them. Not a hollowness though, at the same time, a hollowness, the nothingness of being twisted. His cord was suddenly much warmer.

The juices washed around him when Diana's arms hugged the top of her belly harder. The whomb whomb whombs ripped through like bullets, and, as relaxing as it was, Barry wasn't sure whether to be concerned or let all of this absorb him.

When in doubt, thumb in mouth. Much juicier, yet at the same time his tongue was siphoned of all life.

Whomb whomb. Whomb whomb. Rocking heave, and a moan. Whomb whomb. Whomb whomb. The gurgling of her internal organs was now hard enough to tickle his back in the places the placenta couldn't.

He would just melt, as he was bobbed up and down, up and down, with a little swivel, up and down. He forced his eyes to drift shut. It would all be okay, Barry. It was all okay. Rest. Because it'll help, and because Diana wants you to.

And then, he was knocked to the side, thrust into her firm ribs, with his flailed limbs just as confused as his wide eyes.

Diana didn't have time to aim away from the blanket. Her hand clenched the railing, her other hand wrestled itself into a fist to take some of the pressure off Barry. With one more heave, out came the vomit.

The grunting burst through the womb, making Barry's head whip around like a bird's.

Instantly, Victor was at their side to hold her hair. Bruce watched from afar because paying attention was the best thing to do.

At Victor's touch, Diana instantly sprung up and let her hair fall. Without catching her breath, "He's okay. He only got scared."

No, no. Barry could get this. Just give him a minute.

Victor bit his tongue so he wouldn't raise his voice about Diana being okay, and he clunked his feet on the ground as he took a few steps back.

The tears began to blow up and dirty signs, going sticky and cold in the fluid, until he realized a small flash of heat had sent the warmth rushing through the womb again.

He bucked forward as far as the plush would let him, closing his hands together, waiting for his breath to get stuck in his throat.

The intrusive thoughts would start at any time now. Barry might as well welcome them, because fighting only made it worse. His heart would flutter at light speed, lungs aching and stomach compounding into itself, worse than the morning after that damn street food. Oh, and when that food is the cause of that anxiety, God bless him. He-

He felt nothing. Not necessarily the same nothingness, but a different kind of nothing. The safe nothing. When someone actually has convinced him he's done nothing wrong, or he can finally give up and realize things are going to work out.

The footsteps coming towards them, the boot heels hitting metal grates, might actually be okay. Barry looked up at Diana through the womb. If this was okay by her.

An oddly soothing albeit deep English accent said, "Oh..." The energy of the man looking down at Diana's belly situation was slightly piercing but Barry wouldn't let it get to him. "Ohh…"

Diana was rather confident, but she would still hold Barry until she thought he was. "Barry, this is Alfred."

"Hello, Mum. And this is?"

Like earlier, when in doubt, desperate times call for measures, So trembling lips called for a thumb. It was instinct at this point, really.

The plush fluid was now not only warm again, but sweet, almost rustic, as it flushed past his thumb. It clung along his palate, forcing his tongue to suckle so fast that hums escaped him. A tingling warmth filled his stomach and was like a magnet, securing him into Diana. The fluid cradled his neck, cushioning his head and brushing through his bangs, taking the weight off of the face of the Earth.

Bruce's voice came in. So he approved of this as well. "Alfred, we don't have much time. Get her some first aid while we figure out what to do with Steppenwolf."

"Very well, sir. I'm not keen on her going to war in this condition, whatever this is."

Diana knew Alfred didn't mean it in a condescending way, but before his sarcasm could come off as such she would distract Barry. "Not to trouble you Alfred, But would you mind starting some tea, and getting me a snack? Something simple, of course."

Diana patted above his knee in approval and assurance. The top of the womb began to rush with the whomb whomb of blood, closing him in. Barry's eyelids pulsed, but the placenta's whomb whomb whomb was only getting stronger, to the point of lightly crashing him around like waves, and his eyes would have to surrender.

Diana's voice was higher pitched Even as it was more muffled. "He's getting very heavy again, as he's tired. Aren't you, prince?"

Barry really couldn't fight. He would try to stay awake to feel that food secondhand, And he knew that if he couldn't Diana would have it taken care of.