So I'm back to writing Sex, Drugs, Etc. and this shit is hell. Cus like I have this beautiful ending I want to do but there's still so much plot I have to build and its just so AUUUUUUUGH 😭😭😭 but I digress. Also I had no fucking clue season 3 was out so I haven't even started it yet. Hopefully when I watch it I'll get some inpo
totally random and not sure if you would do it, but if you take writing requests...been craving a mr.martin x reader smutty one-shot. no one has anything written for that man and call me a weirdo but I think he's hot 😭 maybe something where reader goes to mr.martin for advice, one thing leads to another...of course reader would be of age, im thinking someone who died before mr.martin or around the same time? possible with praise and seemingly innocent reader if you can get the picture. the idea is just your basic teacher kink tbh, bent over the desk in a skirt is hot too...whatever you want to do but I've been thinking about it and can't write for shit myself 😀 sorry for the long request 🙏
Teachers Pet
Everett Martin x TA!Fem!Reader
2.6k Words
Warnings: Smut, P in V, Age gap (E.M is 38 and R is in her early 20s), Teacher x Teachers Assistant, Anxious reader, kinda oc Mr.Martin (I mad him a Soft!Dom), Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Dacrophilia, Begging, Unoretected PnV, Desk sex, Public sex, Rough sex, Use of the nicknames 'good girl' 'sweet girl' 'pretty baby' 'naghty girl' 'sweetheart' 'baby' and 'honey'.
1954, four years before the admired chemistry teacher Everett Martin lost his life in a fire, someone else perished in the school that would soon be labeled cursed by those who read about death after death between the walls of a place built for teens to learn.
You were young, ambitious, and full of passion for your work. Working your way up to becoming a teacher, learning first hand as you walked through those doors every Wednesday through Friday.
Your story carried through the halls for years. It's such a shame they'd say. She died too young, tragic really. Your life got ripped away before you even got a chance to truly live it.
Hit and run, drunk driver. The story writes itself. Your feet were just about to step off school grounds before you saw the bright headlights and heard a terrible screech. Ever since then you've been forced to haunt the halls of Split River high. A place that used to bring you hope for the future only now reminding you that you no longer had one.
It was lonely at first, no one to talk to, just doing the same thing over and over again. That was until the fire in the chemistry lab. Two people lost their lives. Everett Martin and Janet Hamilton, though for some reason Janet claims to have fallen down the stairs resulting in a head injury that sadly caused her death. You choose not to question it.
In time More followed, rounding up an interesting group of kids from different backgrounds and times. You'd been kinda like a mentor over the years. Assisting Mr.Martin in the afterlife support group, teaching Rhonda new coping skills despite her constantly brushing past her issues, showing up to every one of Wallys games, trying to ease the pain of Charlie's heart break, and being one of the firsts to find out when Janet moved on.
It was nice feeling important again, he made you feel important. You couldn't deny the slight crush you'd developed for the chemistry teacher over the years. Though you'd never admit it, you couldn't help but steal passing glances at him when he wasn't looking. Rhonda had teased you about it, being the only one who had noticed.
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It was late, the living having vacated the school to go back to their lives and the ghostly residence off doing their own thing.
Mr.Marin was in the library, a place that was reserved after hours as his office so he could plan for the upcoming week. Something he did every Friday night despite it being the same every year.
You're sure if your heart was still beating it would be the only thing you could hear. Tonight was the night, you were gonna tell him how you feel. It had been eating you alive, having to sit next to him in group everyday and pretend everything is fine.
Reluctantly you knocked on the door gently, hearing the soft sound of paper ruffling as Everett's voice traveled to your ears. "Come in" The tone so welcoming and inviting.
You opened one of the double doors, walking in. His face lit up when he saw you, a smile that always made you feel giddy inside. "Hello" your name rolled off his tongue buttery smooth.
"Hey Eve" A nickname you had given him years ago.
He waved you over to the front desk that he was sitting behind, papers scattered in front of him. You chewed at your lip nervously, fiddling with the puffed up sleeves of your dress. Everett eyed you, almost concerned.
"Is everything alright?" You tried to get your words out but stumbled, your nerves crawling. You watched as he pulled an extra chair out. "Please, have a seat." Okay this time you definitely thought you felt a heartbeat.
Your legs moved on your own accord, sitting right next to him. You gave him an awkward smile, one that said 'thank you'. You flattened out your dress and sat up straight in an attempt to gain some confidence, it was a feeble effort, your insides still felt like they were on fire.
"Whats going on?" He placed his hand on your knee, clearly worried about you.
"Um- how- how do you-" He sat there patiently, his thumb rubbing your knee in slow circles which just made everything 10x harder. "How do you deal with the loneliness?" You could feel your face heat up as the words left your lips. You couldn't believe you just asked him that.
"What do you mean?" He was clearly confused. "Were around people all the time, quite a wide variety of ghosts. I get that sometimes we miss interacting with the living but you've been here long enough to know that you just have to accept that we're here for each other." His voice was gentle.
You couldn't bring yourself to try and explain that that wasn't what you meant. Flustered, you tried to think of what to say but you kept drawing blanks. You've never wished more that the floor would just open up and swallow you whole than in this moment.
The air felt thick, you couldn't tell if he could feel it too. All of a sudden your clothes felt too tight and your body was on fire. Then you realized you were just staring blankly at him. You probably looked crazy right now. You knew you had to do something or you'd explode. The presser was too much, just make a move.
Without much thought you reached over, grabbing his face, and connected your lips to his. It had been a long time since you'd kissed anyone. It was soft, warm, almost made you forget about the burning pool deep in your stomach.
It wasn't until Eve made a noise, close to a groan, that you had realized how deep the kiss had gotten. Your whole body felt like it was on fire as you pulled away.
You took in several deep breaths that you knew you didn't need. Embarrassment and desire mixing dangerously. You didn't know whether or not you should apologize and leave or lean in for more.
You didn't have to make a decision because he made it for you. You felt Eve grab you by the collar of your shirt, pulling you in violently as his lips crashed back into yours with so much force you couldn't help the surprised noise that left your mouth.
Red hot passion as your lips moved against each others, teeth and tongue clashing together. Your hands made their way up to his face, cupping his jaw as you hummed into his mouth.
You felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you forward. Your legs moved on their own accord as you stood up, climbing into his lap.
It had been so long since you've felt like this, it was almost like someone else had crawled into your skin and took control, giving you ungodly confidence to take what you wanted. No, not what you wanted, what you needed.
You felt his growing bulge under you as you began to move your hips. A small breathless whimper left your lips. Two lost, desperate, souls chasing after desire. Your pace picked up until it was almost animistic the way you moved against his so desperately. His hands rocked your hips so rhythmically, like there was a frantic beat he was following.
The feeling was intoxicating but it wasn't enough. You needed more, you needed all of him. It was almost painful to pull away from the kiss but as Eve opened his eyes it was worth it. He had a deep, lustful, look in his eyes. You were sure you looked the same.
"Please" It sounded more desperate than you wanted it to but honestly you couldn't care less right now. "Need it"
"What do you need honey?" His voice was rough. You felt his hand creep under your shirt, making their way up your back. His touch was gentle, a big difference from how he was just man handling your hips only moments ago.
"You" The way your voice broke made you feel pathetic. It was honestly sad how bad you wanted him.
"Get on the desk." It was a command hidden behind a gentle voice. You didn't think twice before climbing out of his lap and lifting yourself onto the desk In front of you. "Good girl" A sick heat pooled in your stomach at the nickname.
You watched as he stood up, walking over to you and slowly lowered himself to the ground. It was a beautiful sight, him on his knees, between your legs but then you felt his hand snake around your ankle, slowly getting lower until he slid one of your kitten heels off, then the other, dropping them onto the floor with a soft klank.
His fingernails drew gently over your skin as his hands made their way up your legs slowly, making soft lines on your thighs. The way he looked up at you as he pushed your skirt up slightly to kiss your knee made you want to scream. You brought your hand down to run your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly, electing an almost pornographic noise from him. He looked disheveled, hair messy, face red, and glasses fogged up. It was delectable.
Finally you felt him pull at the waste band of your panties. You didn't wait for him to ask, you lifted yourself up slightly so he could pull your panties down your legs and drop them somewhere on the floor.
His warm breath fanned over your skin as he brought himself closer to where you needed him more than anything. He made a soft stride on the lips of your cunt before pushing your legs open wider and spreading you open with his fingers, diving in with his tongue.
The heat that spread through your body was undescribable. Years of tension slowly being washed away with every flick of his tongue. The filthy noises he made between your legs filling the room. Both your whimpers mixing together in perfect harmony.
The pressure built fast as his pace quickened, sloppy and wet. The knot in your stomach coiling tighter and tighter util it finally snapped, shaking, the moan you let out was humiliatingly loud.
Everett kept going, working you through your orgasms until you were on the brink of tears. Your hands pulling at his hair for him to stop.
When he pulled away he looked up at you, eyes cloudy and glasses fogged. His chin now covered in a coat of your slick and cum.
"Are you gonna cry sweet girl?' His voice was laced with honey sweet mockery. It was almost condescending.
You managed to choke back the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. He stood up, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"it's okay pretty baby" his hand caressed you cheek gently, an attempted to sooth your clearly overwhelmed state. His lips connected to yours, nothing like the animalistic way he kissed you earlier, this was soft, gentle, warm.
His hands slipped down to your waist, holding them gently. Your hands slipped round the back of his neck, playing with his hair as you melted into the kiss.
You two stayed like this until you were no longer shaky. Once his lips finally left yours and he opened his eyes he had the most tender look you had ever seen. Like you were something precious, lust being pushed to the side as he took a moment to admire you.
"Stop staring" It was teasing but also embarrassed. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at you like that. It made you feel vulnerable, bare, like he was seeing more than just your face but your soul.
"Can't help it." His voice was somehow rough but gentle at the same time. Your face heated up, all the new found confidince you had earlier was gone. Desire still lingered, but you felt awkward in the silence.
"Bend over the desk." It was the same demanding soft tone he used earlier.
You stood up, pushing some of the papers he had laying around aside so you had more room. You felt his hands push you against the desk, putting pressure on the small of your back so you were arched. A surprised gasp left you lips as you caught yourself, hands grippig the edge of the desk.
You could here the sound of his belt unbuckle following by a zipper being pulled down.
"I'm gonna be gentle, I promise." His hands lifted your skirt, cold air hitting your bare cunt. You felt his tip probing at your entrance. The anticipation was suffocating, you pushed back against him but his hand grabbed your hip tightly, stopping you with a tut.
"Naughty girl, didn't your mama ever teach you patience?" You let out a whine. You hand never needed anything more than you needed Everett in this moment. "Be a good girl and beg."
"Please." This time the tears did fall.
"Please what?" You had never heard him talked so condescending to anyone before, let alone you. You hated to admit it but it was fucking hot.
"Please fuck me" Your voice broke with tears and desire, you'd be ashamed if it weren't for the throbbing between your legs.
"I'd have to be a monster to say no to that." Without a second best he slipped inside. It was slow, almost agonizing as you felt every inch. It didn't take long for him to bottom out, giving you a second to breath through your soft whimpers that you didn't even realize you were making.
His thumb made slow circles on your hip before he began to move. Your grip on the desk tightened as you tried to ground yourself. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, silencing yourself but as you did Eve stopped.
His hand moved from your hips to reach around to grab your jaw, he grabbed it hard, forcing you to stop biting your lip. "Wanna hear you Honey."
You let out a whine, not just from him grabbing your jaw but from him stopping. You bounced back onto him a moan falling from your lips as his hand moved back to your hips, copying your rhythm.
His pace quickened, making your legs shake. You were sure your moans could be heard down the hall.
"So good for me Sweetheart." Skin met skin, a filthy, wet, squelching sound coming from your pussy.
Your head fell down onto the desk, no longer being able to hold it up. His hands fell from your hips once again, slapping your ass.
"Fuck yourself baby." He watched as you moved against him, ass bouncing back almost desperately. The groans he let out was what made the coil in your stomach tighten.
"You close pretty baby?" You nodded your head against the desk. His hands found perch on your hips once again, his pace inhuman. Pain mixed with pleasure as you came, shaking, moaning loudly.
"Fuck" his thrust became blunt as he let out a choked out moan, spilling inside you.
You both stayed like this for a moment, catching your breaths as you came down from your highs.
When he pulled out you could feel his cum leaking out of you. You sat up, adjusting your dress as he tucks himself back into his pants. You couldn't bring yourself to feel embarrassed about your disheveled state. A smile broke out on Everetts face, one you couldn't help but mimic.
"You wanna set up the projector in the gymnasium and watch a movie?" His voice was smooth, you nodded and he grabbed your hand, pulling you into the hall.
The night ended with you two curled up together watching The Outsiders and eating popcorn. No more anxiety or fear just the two of you in your own version of paradise.
(The ending probably feels rushed and that's because it was. I had to get this out my drafts y'all. Sorry if it's shitty.)
(A/n: So I just rewatched the first karate kid movie and oml I forgot how fine this man is)
Warnings: Fluff, me ranting ovi, a million side notes cus I think I'm funny.
This boy is a LOVER in every way shape and form.
He loves little at home movie dates where it's just you and him being lazy in bed (im projecting... This is my dream date)
He also likes to take you out places. He buys you flowers, takes you to dinner, drives you home. The whole nine yards.
He's smooth but in an awkward way. (I will not be elaborating)
Messy ass kisser. We all saw the way he kisses Ali. (Kinda gross ngl)
Any time you and him are arguing he asks Mr.Miyagi for advice and every time he gets told "Remember, they are always right even if they are wrong" (What a wise man)
Cannot stand you being mad at him. Will literally not sleep untill you two are on good terms.
Loves when you sit and watch him practice his karate skills. He will 100% try and teach you and get so excited when you get something right.
If you already know karate he will just admire your skills while you two practice.
Let's you wear his head band.
His favorite thing in the world is long car rides with you.
His mom would jump for joy when she finally got to meet you. He would be so embarrassed when she whips out the whole photo album of baby pictures.
BONSAI!!!!! (Thats it, that's the whole though)
Would drag you to Okinawa with him.
When he learned how to do the bone dance while playing with the little hand drum thing (don't remember what is called) he would immediately show you so you two can do it together.
Can you do more zed headcanons? You can add Smut in it it's your choice!
More Freaky ahh headcanons Zed addition
Zed Necrodopolis x AFAB!Reader
(A/n: Ik just went on a little rant about how I lost my motivation for writing for Milo but I'm ovulating)
Warnings: Pure smut, me ranting, oral (giving and receiving), Rough sex, Breeding kink, Biting kink.
This zombie boy doesn't eat actual brains so he settles for giving brain (bro kill me 😭)
I'm talking on his knees 25/7. You wake up he's under the sheets between your legs. Showering? He's hopping in with you and going to town. Walking to class? Janitors closets exist for a reason.
He wouldn't mind you returning the favor though I feel as though he's not the biggest fan of receiving. He wouldn't complain if you offered but he's more of a giver. Gets off on making you feel good.
He has a HUUUUUUGE praise kink. He just loves hearing you tell him how good he's doing.
He gives me pleasure top vibes.
Zombied out Zed is a bit of a different story.
This man goes feral. Taking you from the front, back, side, and somehow upside down just because.
The zombie in him has a need to breed. Condoms go out the fucking window and I mean that literally he will throw them out the window (even idk wtf I'm yapping bout anymore)
I hope you're on birth control because if not 😬 you better start picking baby names.
Veins.... I will leave that thought there
You can't tell me this man is not PACKING. Honestly kinda painful but in a good way.
Lube is necessary, she will be your best friend trust.
I feel like he'd be into toys but at the same time I dont think you'd really need them. Maybe a vibrator every once in a while but that's about it.
Definitely a boob guy. It doesn't matter what size. Big boobs, small boobs, perky boobs, floppy boobs, he just loves boobs. (Same)
Biting kink biting kink BITING KINK
I'm not saying he would bite you hard but it would get him off just to slightly sink his teeth into your skin.
With that being said I hope you own concealer because you will be COVERED in hickeys from head to toe.
(alr imma leave this hear it's 6:30 in the morning and I've had no sleep)
I sorta kinda maybe fell out of my Milo manhiem obsession and I got no idea what to do with myself I have so much half written content about him that I want to finish but my brain keeps fogging I don't wanna drop Sex, Drugs, Etc. because its my baby that I poured my heart and soul into but it genuinely feels so hard to write for
(A/n: Another wattpad request. I guess I'm just working my way through every School Spirits character at this point)
Ghost Maddies not a very touchy feely person. She's not very in depth with her emotions when it comes to romance.
She prefers a more friendship feeling type of relationship just with more benefits like making out and other activity's 👀
Alive Maddie was definitely a bit more of a romantic with enjoying typical teenage relationship things but ghost Maddie would put your relationship aside no matter how much she likes you because she has more pressing matters to deal with.
She'd lean on you for emotional support during the whole trying to solve her own murder thing.
If we're talking about alive Maddie it is a REQUIREMENT that you get along with Simon. No one wants there best friend and there partner to hate each other.
She likes small romantic gestures. Nothing flashy, just surprising her with her favorite food or getting movie tickets.
Her love language is gift giving and gift receiving. Again, nothing flashy. She loves the little things, just knowing that you thought about her when you were out makes her feel special.
If you're scared of horror movies she won't force you to watch one with her but of you do manage to tough it out she'll greatly appreciate it and hold your hand the whole time.
You're not invited to her house for reasons she won't tell you and if you don't want her to come over to yours than she's more than happy to have little dates at the park.
She always reads her essays to you out loud before she turns them in just to make sure the wording on them sounds right. It always does.
i’m a simon whore so if you have any simon ideas please just write them i love him sm 😭😭😭
Simon Elroy x Gn!Reader
Warnings: I yapped a lot for this one, Fluff HeadCanons , I made reader a horror and true crime fan, Mention of death (again, horror and true crime fan) Pretty much this is all about watching horror movies and reading horror books with Simon. I nerded out.
(A/n: I love Simon with a passion but for some reason I have trouble writing for him. I feel like I never do his personality justice.)
I just watched Final Destination 5 a few days ago and now all I can think about is watching it with him, Maddie, and Nicole. Giggling when a stupid joke comes up or when a way to obvious death happens, trying to guess who's gonna die next and how, and of course watching all the other final destinations before going to see the new one. (the third one still traumatizes me. I refuse to get in a tanning bed)
On a similar topic, having full blown horror movie marathons. I feel like his favorite to binge would be Hellraiser. Def not his favorite horror series but he likes watching how the lore changes throughout the movies. Its very important that you force him to read The Hellbound Heart before you start the marathon so he can see how different the lore is from the book to the first movie.
He has a very slight fear of clowns stemming from you making him watch The John Wayne Gacy Tapes. Was absolutely terrified when you threatened to buy an authentic Gacy painting and hang it in your room.
For some reason I feel like he doesn't read a lot but it wouldn't be hard to convince him to read a few Stephen King novels. We all know he's a Carrie fan and would absolutely love the book if he actually sat down and read it.
He'd also read IT but can't look at clowns the same for reasons stated above.
Once you get him in the habit of reading you two would have book trade offs.
I feel it deep in my soul that he's a Rob Zombie fan. You CANNOT convince me otherwise. Don't get me wrong the og Halloween will forever hold the top spot for him but the RZ remake has a special place in his heart.
Don't even get me started on House Of 1,000 Corpses. You may have ruined clowns for him but Captain Spaulding doesn't count. He also had a crush on Baby but were not gonna talk about that. (Honestly same)
guys why did I just realize that Final Destination Bloodlines was the 6th movie and not the 5th Im not alone on this because I saw it in theaters with some of my friends and the whole time we were calling it final destination 5... we binge watched all the movies before hand 😑 I guess we just blocked the actual 5th one out of our memories
Here is a list of things that I will and wont write for.
As of right now I will not be writing Smut for a trans character/reader because I feel as though my writing will be very awkward for it. All though I will write for fluff or angst.
I absolutely will NOT under no circumstances write for Incest, Dub/Non-Con, pedophilia, necrophilia, or anything involving nonsexual bodily fluids (Besides blood) or flatulence.
I don't write about real people only characters that they play so please don't request for me to write for an actor or a celebrity because I will not feel comfortable writing for them.
I wont write for a descriptively specified reader. I try to keep them as bland as possible and if gender is not a necessary part of the fic I leave them gender neutral. With that being said if you request a fic and would like reader to have specific quality's please tell me it in the request.
If you would like to know what characters and fandoms I write for please refer to my Masterlist
summary: prompt fill. you know Wally. like, you know him inside and out. he's an open book, easy to read, wears his heart on his sleeve, and rambles anecdotes at you so often there's no way he's hiding pieces of himself from you or anyone else...right? (request)
pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader
warnings: smut. oneshot. PWP. crushes to lovers. pre-established ghostliness. Wally is a different person when he's horny.
bon reading, frens
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Intimacy with Strangers
Wally's giving you those eyes again. You know the ones. Honeysoft and dark, like you're a present he's been looking forward to unwrapping. Licks his lips, gaze heavy, cheeks slightly flushed; leaned against the wall all casual and lazy, but you can see the tension in his body.
You're not oblivious. In the last month, you've sensed a shift in the dynamic between you and Wally.
It started with a dress. Specifically, the dress you wore to the Homecoming Dance. Strappy and satin and revealing, pulled off the Mean Girls Musical costume rack.
Not your normal aesthetic, but you figured you'd been dead long enough and it was time to try something new. The classmates whose opinions you used to take to heart couldn't see you anymore, and you knew your fellow ghosts couldn't care less if you decided to attend the dance in the buff.
Well, except one ghost who, since that night, hasn't stopped giving you those fucking eyes. Jesus. Your heart is about to burst out of your chest, the heat in your belly coiled tight enough to make you squirm in your seat as Wally watches you. Bold. Open. Unconcerned about who might catch him staring while everyone argues over what to watch for Movie Night.
The Wally you know, the one who helped you transition from living-breathing-person to haunting the hallways of your high school, is goofy, charmingly awkward; a real puppy of a person with enough buoyant energy to light a continent for years. Always checking to make sure you saw his sick moves on the field whenever he strongarms the ghostly guys (and Bernie) into a game of Shirts and Skins. Puffing his chest out, lopsided grin wide, proud when you send him a thumbs-up from the bleachers.
A boy with an obvious crush that neither you nor he addresses because you and he don't want to disrupt the status quo.
Yeah, sure, Yuri and Charley are an item, and Rhonda and Quinn send each other heart eyes regularly. Ghosts couple up from time to time, it's normal, everyone has needs, etcetera etcetera. But you haven't been in the metaphysical world as long as they have (2024, RIP), and you don't want to risk the uncomfortable after if things between you and Wally go south.
Or so you've been telling yourself since joining him in the afterlife.
Only now...
Fuck. Now you can't stop thinking about what it might feel like to have his big hands on your waist, your hips, your ass. Fantasies fueled by those intense looks you catch him giving you every time you waltz into his radius.
He'd be sweet, you think. As silly and unserious as he is outside of the bedroom. Maybe—probably—careful and curious and frequently checking in, does that feel good, baby? Big, cow eyes gazing up at you to gauge your reactions as he explores your body with soft, reverent touches.
Those eyes tell a different story, though, but you can't reconcile that Wally would be any other way than how he always is, regardless of the situation.
Right? Right.
...
...
...
...right?
"You're thinking awfully loud," You feel more than hear Wally whisper, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck, lips brushing your pulse point, and, holy hell, when did he get so close?
You don't realize you stopped searching for a movie, stopped moving altogether, your fingers poised on one of the DVDs—Friday Night Lights—until Wally's front presses against your back. Then you seem to come to, blinking away the fog that descended when you started imagining how good he might make you feel away from the others, behind closed doors.
His hands rest on your hips, thumbs stroking bare skin beneath the hem of your top, dry lips grazing the slope of your neck.
"What're you thinking about?" He asks and his fingers dig into your flesh a little harder, pulling your ass into the cradle of his hips. "You can tell me, baby, I won't say anything."
You would tell him if you could find your voice, but it's stuck at the back of your throat, replaced with a little keen you've never heard yourself make. A soft, kitteny sound that makes Wally's breath audibly catch.
No one can see you, hidden between the aisles in the library, Charley and Rhonda arguing on the couch while Yuri and Ajay insert passive commentary here and there. Quinn and Dawn and Janet left awhile ago to put together the snack table.
So, it's just you and Wally and his big hands on your hips, and his breath on your neck and his widening smirk—so unlike the boyish smile he always sports—gently teasing across your skin.
"You finally ready to admit there's something between us?" He says, somewhat playful, entirely dark. And, fuck, his rich as sin voice sends shockwaves of heat through your veins.
It's all you can do to stay upright, unconsciously leaning back into his chest, your head tilting to the side to give him more access.
"...is there?" You breathe, eyes falling closed as he presses hot kisses up your neck to that sensitive spot behind your ear. "Something between us, I mean." And you definitely didn't need to clarify, but what he's doing with his lips and teeth is making you a little bit stupid.
Wally chuckles, delivers a light nip, then a soft kiss, and murmurs, "You know there is, baby." His hands grip you harder and suddenly you feel him, his cock hard against your ass, "If you tell me there isn't, I'll stop..." He promises and, God no, that's the last thing you want.
...
Right!?
"Don't you fucking dare," You hiss, choking back a moan when his hands glide up up up, under your top to fondle your tits, thumbs rubbing circles over your nipples.
"Fuuuck," Wally breathes out hot against your skin, rocks his hips forward, pressing his cock into your ass, "I've wanted to touch you like this for months, baby. Thought about it every day." A bite to your pulse point, one big hand teasing down your stomach to slip into the waistband of your shorts, fingertips barely brushing over your clit. "You feel that?" He grinds his cock against you over and over in little, insistent motions, "You feel what you do to me, baby? How much you make me fucking want you?"
This isn't the Wally you know. At all. This Wally is so far removed from That Wally, you're sure you're dealing with some kind of mirror dimension version of him. Because who is this!? Hot and in control, his words filthy and laced with deep, dark desire. His touch deliberate, making your pussy ache for him before he's even really done anything.
"Wally," You gasp, arching your back and pressing your hips forward, desperate for his fingers. The world around you starts to slip away until you hear Charley bark a comment about sports movies being the worst, come on, guys. And then it hits you, where you are, how exposed, how anyone could hear you and Wally and know exactly what's happening. "Wait," You murmur, stilling his hand, "Wait, we can't do this he—"
"Shh, it's okay, baby," Wally insists, teeth against the join of your neck and shoulder, "You just have to be good for me, can you do that?" Oh fuck. Oh God. Who is this!? The hand he doesn't have in your shorts grips your hip, drags your ass against his cock as he humps against you. "Just be quiet for me, baby, let me make you feel good." And then, a whisper in your ear, "Please."
Like he's asking. Like he isn't going to do what he wants anyway, his long fingers already stroking through your pussy lips and teasing into you to the first knuckle.
You shiver, swallow a moan, eyes clenched shut, trying desperately not to make a sound, but, fuck, you want to. Can barely hold it in. The way he sinks his fingers deeper, licks and bites your neck, all while muttering filth and praise into your skin.
"God, you're so wet, baby. You need me so bad, don't you?"
Another little keen, wrenched from your throat, and suddenly you're dizzy, incapable of thinking beyond how he touches you.
"I wanna taste you, pretty girl. I need it, been craving it for so long, fuck."
Wally pulls his hand out of your shorts and deftly undoes the fly. Expert, quick, like he's practiced a thousand times. You don't let yourself think about how he got so good at this—you kind of can't care because, Jesus, he's dropped to his knees, dragged your shorts and panties down your legs. With a hand at the middle of your back, he guides you to bend forward.
"Wally—" You start to protest again when Yuri laughs at something Ajay says, the sound striking through the muggy heat fogging your brain.
But it's too late, his mouth on your pussy from behind, tongue probing with a shallow lick that turns into a full, deep, hungry kiss. Your legs almost buckle right then, your forehead hitting the tightly packed collection of DVDs in front of you, hands clenched on the shelf to keep you upright.
"Christ, baby, you're so sweet." Wally moans, low and quiet. "You taste so good." And he surges back in, fingers digging into your hips, pulling you back against his face, his tongue swirling inside you.
He slowly moves one hand forward, fingertips grazing your clit, your mind exploding in a haze of white light as he begins to press in heady little circles.
"Tell me how I make you feel, baby." He commands in a whisper, lips forming the words against your pussy. "I wanna hear you." And then he moves in again, making out with your pussy like a man starved. Feasting, sucking and licking and slurping your juices, and you're so fucking wet, pussy pulsing, breathing ragged, you can't speak, can't fathom having to put your thoughts to words.
You manage, "Don't stop."
A smouldering, smug chuckle, and a stinging nip to your ass cheek, "Never, baby girl."
He eats you out until your thighs start to shake and you can't hold yourself up anymore. Then he's on his feet, you hear the rustle of fabric, feel his blunt cockhead prodding your entrance. You see stars when he tugs you upright by the hair—gentle, considerate, but demanding—and confesses, "I've wanted to fuck you like this since I met you."
One hard stroke and he stuffs you full, his cock splitting you in two. Your eyes roll back, lips parting on a tight sigh, but Wally doesn't give you a chance to savor the feeling. Fingernails branding crescents into your flesh, he pulls out halfway and then slams back in, the sound wet and lewd and so fucking loud there's no way nobody heard it. That telltale squelch that makes Wally moan.
"God, you're so fucking tight, baby," He groans, pulling out, slamming back in, grinding to get deeper, cockhead nudging your sweet spot over and over before he repeats the motion. He switches between slow drags and rough thrusts, draping himself over your back and placing one of his hands over yours, lacing his fingers with yours. "You're all I've ever wanted," He says like he's wanted to tell you for a long time but never allowed himself. "You're so perfect, baby, fuck, you take me so good—"
And he doesn't let you respond, fucking into you with abandon, huffing into your neck, hand leaving yours to smooth up your chest, rest on your throat and tilt your head back.
"Wanna feel you come around me, baby. Wanna feel you fucking gush all over me."
A desperate—way too fucking loud—mewl is pulled out of you by his words, his voice, his fucking cock beating into you over and over, hitting your g-spot with the force of a fucking train, the right kind of dull hurt that makes you weak for more. Your legs shake, your belly gets tight, tingling white-hot heat ready to snap inside you.
"Wally, oh fuck, don't stop, please—"
He growls low against your pulse point and promises, "I'm not gonna stop, baby. Let me feel it, come on," and moves his hips faster, fat cock rubbing every hot, sensitive nerve inside you, again and again and again, until, finally, fucking yes, God, yes, Wally—
You tense, go still, and he pounds your g-spot so perfectly, gets you to that insidious edge, and then over it. With a weak, wet moan, you come around him, pussy clenching, gripping him tight, making him curse.
"That's it, fuck." He chokes out. His cock twitches inside you and you know, you can feel it, he's going to come. "Oh, fuck, baby, tell me you want it." He commands, holding himself right at the edge. He repeats, "Tell me."
"Please, Wally," You breathe, pussy still throbbing, so fucking sensitive, and you don't know how much more you can take, the line between pleasure and overstimulation way too thin. "Please~"
You can practically hear his smirk, "Yeah. That's my girl. Gonna give you everything, baby." He snatches your hips back as he thrusts forward, the snap of skin-on-skin piercing the air, punctuated by hard pants and, finally, one long, satisfied groan when Wally holds you still, cock pulsing inside you as he comes, humping into you in tiny motions.
He collapses against your back, his smirk melting into a smile, and stamps sweet, tender kisses across your shoulder, hands smoothing up and down your thighs, hips, waist.
"You're amazing, baby," He whispers, mouth following the shape of your jaw to your ear, "So fucking perfect for me, aren't you?"
It takes you a moment to answer, head spinning, legs like rubber, but eventually you find the energy to speak, "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I didn't wanna push you away," He says, carefully extricating himself from you, and, God, you hate how empty you suddenly feel.
The mix of his spend and yours leaks down the inside of your thighs, and you feel his fingers smear through it, sure that if you looked, he'd be staring at the mess he made of you with the same pride he shows when he scores a touchdown.
"And this wasn't pushing?" You don't mean it, tone light and playful, finally glancing over your shoulder to look at him. You were right, he's got that familiar expression on his face, self-satisfied and pleased.
He snaps his eyes to yours, gives you a slow, easy grin, and asks, "Are you complaining?"
"No. I'm not complaining," You snort and roll your eyes, shaking your head, "but why now?"
Wally steps back as you turn around, stripping out of his shirt and, without any concern whatsoever, mops up the mess on your thighs as he responds, "Honestly? I was going crazy." He drops his now soiled shirt and pulls you into him, hands on your ass. His eyes are all soft and warm and affectionate, cheeks still a little flushed. Fucking gorgeous, you can't deny it. "Being around you every day..." One hand rises, the backs of his fingers grazing your cheek, "Wanting you so bad like that... I thought I was going to explode, baby, you have no idea."
You can't help the way you melt at the admission and offer him a smile, "Yeah? I was driving you to the brink?"
"If I had to wait any longer, you would've needed to lock me up in a padded room." He jokes back, all boyish and goofy. And this? This is the Wally you recognize. The one you've known since your death.
Before you can stop yourself, you blurt, "Who the hell was that before?"
Wally's brows knit, a confused puppy of a look, "Huh?"
"My guy, you went from being silly and arguing with everyone about Rollerball to fucking me in a library with our friends on the other side of this shelf." You point out, arching a brow, still unable to sort out in your mind how this adorable, sugary-sweet puppyboy mighty-morphed into Who's Your Daddy in the blink of an eye.
Grin returning, though this one a lot more smug, Wally leans in and nips your bottom lip, pulls back slightly, and then presses in, harder, deeper, stealing the breath from your lungs, only answering the question when your vision goes spotty.
"A guy can't be more than one thing?" He asks as he brushes the tip of his nose against yours, so innocently affectionate that you're not entirely sure this isn't some split personality business.
"Of course you can be more than one thing, it's just... I have never seen you be that thing."
He shrugs a shoulder, "Because you never let me show you before."
And. Fair enough.
After he helps you put yourself back together. After you and he emerge from behind the shelf and find everyone missing, a note on the table claiming you and Wally suck and need to get a room next time—we feel violated, fuck you both, you're uninvited from Movie Night. After you groan in shame and he cackles in delight.
After all that, sat on the stainless steel counter in the school kitchen, nibbling on a stale cookie that Wally hands you to snack on while he throws together sloppy joes, you wonder aloud:
"How many versions of you are there?"
Wally pauses what he's doing to pin you with a sharp, simmering look, his smile dangerous and sexy and, oh fuck, girl, what did you let yourself get into?
"There's a lot you don't know about me, baby," He practically purrs, strutting into your space like he owns the world and fitting himself between your legs; yanks you forward so your hips are pressed firmly against his. Lips grazing along the shell of your ear, he murmurs, "You really wanna find out?"
With a resounding fuck yes, Wally lets the food burn and spends the next hour reintroducing you to that primal, hungry side of him that he revealed in the library. A total stranger who makes you beg for more, harder, faster—coaxes reactions out of you that you never thought you were capable of.
And, damn, if you're not entirely committed to getting to know this new side of Wally until he's as familiar as that goofy, awkwardly charming, puppy of a person you thought you had figured out.
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Wally is horny as fuck and can't keep his hands out of his pants. who are you not to help a friend in need?
Bro I'm rewatching the hunger games movies and why did I never notice that Finnicks death mirrors Catos 😭 pls tell me I'm not the only one who didn't notice it I feel stupid
