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Masterpost

i thought it'd be a good idea to have the MASTERLISTS for the stories i've written in one place 🫶 everything is linked below, including oneshots.

each piece of writing has also been reblogged to WhoopsOkayLibrary if you'd rather leisurely scroll through the oneshots more easily. there is nothing else on that blog apart from what i've written.

although this list isn't exclusively for Milo Manheim character fic, for now, that seems to be the ocean i'm drowning in 🫰

Wally Clark x fem!reader

October Eclipse MASTERLIST

October Sun - 83,288 words. rated R.

October Moon - x words. rated E.

October Dawn - x words. rated PG.

October Betweens - N/A words. various ratings.

a 2-part case-fic retelling of Season 1 with Reader Insert. includes mystery, sexual tension, smut, flirting, occult themes, HEA, and more.

Alphabet Soup MASTERLIST

a prompt-fill NSFW alphabet challenge that includes a collection of mostly porn-with-plot oneshots. 24,207 words. rated E.

Boyfriend Wally Clark(NSFW)

a smutty flashfic Wally Clark headcanon outlining who he is as a boyfriend. 801 words. rated R.

Cuddle Bug

a fluffy flashfic delving into Wally Clark's tactile nature and how damn cuddly he is with you. 1755 words. rated T.

Tongue Twister

a PWP drabble highlighting Wally Clark's addiction to eating your pussy like a man starved. 1098 words. rated E.

Wally Clark Headcanons

SFW personal headcanons outlining who Wally Clark was before he died. 435 words. rated G.

Wally Clark Headcanons - 2

SFW fluffiness centered around Wally's adorable requests for head-pats. 262 words. rated G.

Anxiety Reversed

a fluffy hurt/comfort wherein Wally comes to the rescue when you have a panic attack. 697 words. rated G.

Jealous

a smutty exposition of Wally's inner workings as he comes to terms with the fact that he may not be able to be super casual about you. 3382 words. rated M.

Order Up! MASTERLIST

Fifty Seven - fluff - 5093 words. rated PG.

Marshmallow Miles - smut/fluff - 3302 words. rated M.

Best Friends Club - fluff/smut - 4607 words. rated M.

Boy Noise - smut - 1396 words. rated E.

Simp. - smut - 1440 words. rated E.

Wally Clark Headcanons - 3 - fluff - 610 words. rated G.

Anxiety - smut - 1305 words. rated M.

Wreck It Like A Rumor - angst/smut - 6643 words. rated M

Anxiety 2 - fluff/smut lite - 1787 words. rated M.

Punctuation. - fluff - 1787 words. rated PG.

Hot For You - smut - 1608 words. rated E.

Hurt You, Heal You - fluff - 2223 words. rated G.

Crush - smut - 3528 words. rated M.

Control Freak - smut lite - 2731 words. rated M.

Transcendental - fluff - x words. rated PG.

Canvas - fluff - 1186 words. rated PG.

Cannon Ball - fluff - x words. rated G.

Intimacy with Strangers - smut - 3094 words. rated E.

a series of prompt fills/requests under one banner. please visit the masterlist and refer to in-fic summaries for more information.

Wally Clark x male!reader

Order Up! MASTERLIST

Silly Boy - smut - x words. rated M.

a series of prompt fills/requests under one banner. please visit the masterlist and refer to in-fic summaries for more information.

Simon Elroy x reader

Order Up! MASTERLIST

Boyfriend Simon Elroy (NSFW) - smut - 1068 words. rated E.

a series of prompt fills/requests under one banner. please visit the masterlist and refer to in-fic summaries for more information.

Zed Necrodopolis x fem!reader

Bubblegum

smutty oneshot illustrating how you're the only one who can sate a Zombied Out Zed. 1739 words. rated E.

Order Up! MASTERLIST

THORNS

a series of prompt fills/requests under one banner. please visit the masterlist and refer to in-fic summaries for more information.

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Boyfriend Wally Clark (NSFW)

Wally Clark x fem!reader

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Wally is exactly the type of romantic who sweeps you off your feet. He's goofy, charming, affectionate. Always finding ways to touch you when you and he are with your friends. Holds you close and keeps you in his arms, on his lap, against his body on the couch that you and he usurp for yourselves at Movie Night. He's all about forehead kisses and laced fingers and cradling your cheek as he tells you how much he loves you. Brushes your hair out of your eyes and smiles at you like you're the only person in the world he can see.

Wally is exactly the type who soaks up compliments like a sponge, has both an ego and an insecurity that needs attention. He revels in your praise and devotion. He's attentive and loyal, there when you need him at the drop of a hat. Pulling up in his Mustang, ready to dote on his passenger princess, hand on your thigh as he drives one-handed, fingers digging into your flesh while he watches the road. He's into sweet gestures and reassurances. Respect. Thoughtful gifts just because and more thoughtful actions when you're not feeling well.

But Wally is also the type to whisper dark promises in your ear when you and he are surrounded by people in the hall, pressing against your back as you rummage through your locker, his hand roaming under your shirt to smooth up your stomach, fingertips teasing the edge of your bra. He wields his self-control like a weapon off the field as much as on it, grinding his hard cock into your palm through his jeans, his hand tight around your wrist—"Do you like what you do to me, baby?"—after he drags you into an empty classroom because he spent lunch watching Jackass Jake Tremblay flirt with you for your vote. "You like how hard I get just for you?"

Wally is also the type to get possessive, hard bites on your neck, sucking a necklace of bruises into your collar that you can't hide under your shirt. He wants everyone to know you're his. He makes you remember with his fingers in your pussy, dragging them in and out as he nips your ear, "No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else can see you like this." And you whimper and beg, writhing beneath him, legs spread wide to accommodate him. He eats you out, lips and tongue and light grazes of teeth, staring at you through his lashes, memorizing every sound you make as he edges you for longer than you can handle, fucks you with his tongue, tastes you like a feast made just for him.

Wally is exactly the type to fuck you until you scream. He starts slow when you're already on the brink, cock thick and heavy, teasing himself against you as he kisses your breasts, sucks your nipples, one hand on your throat—a reminder, a promise—while he strokes himself with the other, flushed tip against your entrance. "You need me right here, don't you baby?" And then he rocks into you in one deep, grinding motion, stuffing you so full you might burst. "I'm gonna fuck you 'til you scream my name, baby girl." It's rough, hard, he grips your thigh tight enough to bruise as he bites your bottom lip, licks into your mouth, makes you squeeze around him. "So tight, baby, so good for me. You want me to make you come? You think you earned it?"

Wally is definitely the type who fucks like an animal after he sees another guy talk to you, but he's also the type who gets off on making you wait for that sweet release when it suits him. But even he has his limits, begins to pant and groan, hips moving faster, hands around your wrists where they're pinned above your head, his other hand between his body and yours, spit-wet thumb rubbing your clit as he watches your face, wants to see the moment you fall apart for him and when you do, "Good girl, baby, fuck, that's it, let me feel it, baby, make me come" and you convulse around him, your pussy gripping him so tight as you come that it milks his climax from him. He moans, lips crashing against yours.

Wally is exactly the type to cuddle after sex. Gentle touches and soft kisses and loving words, fingertips grazing your cheek as he stares into your eyes in the afterglow. "I love you, baby," in a low, husky voice, forehead pressed to yours, his hand gliding down your body to your side, waist, hip, ass. He pulls you tight against him, already half-hard again, because, Jesus Christ, he's insatiable when it comes to you.

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also on AO3!

if you enjoyed this, you may also enjoy Alphabet Soup.

smut. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several non-linear stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it. (Janet and Wally are dating to increase their social value. meanwhile, Wally wants to get closer to her step-sister. you.)

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MILO MANHEIM via Rainbow Wedell’s Instagram

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MILO MANHEIM via Austyn Johnson’s Instagram

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MILO MANHEIM via Instagram

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MILO MANHEIM on the set of the live action ‘Tangled’ film

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Milo Manheim

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#repost @miliomanheim via instagram stories

July 14, 2026

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ultimate male fictional characters i fell in love with // a thread 12/?

12. Richard Harmon: John Murphy (The 100 2014-2020)

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Tongue Twister

summary: a PWP drabble highlighting Wally Clark's addiction to eating your pussy like a man possessed.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. oral sex (cunnilingus).

bon reading, frens

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Fuck. God. Wally's starving for it. Can practically taste it through your panties as he nuzzles his face against you, his eyes rolling back, lips parting as he pants like a fucking dog for it.

He forgot his History homework, football practice ran late, Simon needed a ride. It was all in all a stressful day, and then Wally was on his way home like a good boy when the craving struck. T-boned his limbic system and made him rabid for it. For you.

He didn't give you a chance. No politesse; no greeting; no indication whatsoever that this was where today's drop-in was going. At least Wally called (when he was already at your front door, licking his chops as he fantasized about tasting you). It felt like it was years and not the handful of hours it was since he last had you, the itch steadily barreling toward fucking rampage.

As soon as you answered the door, he crowded you back inside to the couch; shoved you seated and stripped you from the waist down without a word. Dropped to his knees at the altar, large hands spread your legs, and now there he is, making out with your pussy through thin cotton, moaning like the position is reversed.

"Baby," He whines, fingers hooked in the elastic of your panties, "Please, let me—" He gently sucks your clit through the fabric, tongues through the imprint of your folds, "Please, let me taste you, baby. I can't—" He cuts himself off with a hungry groan as he peels your panties down and off your legs.

Oh fuck, the weak little moan you release makes his head spin and his cock throb, and in an instant, he pulls you to the floor with him. You straddle his waist as he kisses you senseless, his hands on your thighs directing you upward.

"Want you to sit on my face, baby, come on," His tone begging, his eyes heavy-lidded and hot, so soulfully sweet that you can't say no. Wally rambles as you adjust, pussy hovering over his mouth, and oh God yes, he's so close to getting what he wants. "I need it so bad, I can't get enough, I need to taste you, baby..."

His big hands slide up your thighs to grip your ass, squeezing to encourage you to settle your weight on his face. He can take it, just let him, fuck, please, just let him. Once he has you where he needs you, he inhales deeply, groans in pleasure when your scent fills his nostrils. His cock throbs again, aching for you, for this. He wants you more than food, water, oxygen. More than anything.

Wally closes his eyes, fingers digging into your flesh, and he finally leans in. Presses his tongue flat against your slit and inhales again. He tastes your soft lips, kisses you gently, and chokes out a needy whimper. Fuck, you're so wet for him. And you taste so fucking good; heavenly nectar, sweet ambrosia, it's all he ever wants to taste again.

His brain melts completely when you start to grind against his mouth, and, yeah, that's it baby, just like that, take what you want. Those pretty sighs and tight whines that spill out of you make his cock twitch in his jeans and he humps the air, so fucking desperate to alleviate the ache, but unwilling to do anything about it until he's satisfied you. He grips your ass more firmly, holding you down as his tongue darts in and out, probes as deep as he can get it.

Wally wants to say your name, but all he can manage like this is a long, feverish groan; blissed-out gibberish that he spells on your clit with the pointed tip of his tongue before returning to kiss your pussy deeply, lovingly, with restless obsession.

You taste so damn good that he can't think. He groans into you again, his tongue moving in and out, teasing and exploring as he tries to get deeper. His hands knead your ass in a possessive, wanting grasp, like he's eager to keep you there above him, like he never wants this to end. He needs you so fucking badly now and always.

"Wally, oh fuck, you're gonna make me come..." And he can feel how close you are, your thighs trembling as you rub your pussy against his mouth. Every shiver and shake accentuated by a sweet moan or whimper that goes straight to his cock. He wants more of those sounds. Every single one of them.

He quiets, low moans replaced by heavy breathing as he works you toward the edge. He's so hard just from this; craving your touch, yearning for it, his lust consuming any hope of rational thought. He presses a little harder, tongue moving faster and more desperately, wanting to please you as much as he can. Wanting you to fucking use him as much as he needs you to.

"Please, Wally, I'm so close!"

F u u u c k, that plea, that tone, triggers him; makes him plunge his tongue deeper as he presses you down and holds you still. The sounds you make and the way you react to his ministrations—God, he promises to be so fucking good for the rest of his life so long as he always has this. It's almost enough to make him come in his jeans. He needs to hear you fall apart. Needs to be the reason it happens. And he knows just how to do it.

Wally pulls his tongue out of you long enough to say, "Come for me, baby, let me have it, please." Doesn't give you a chance to respond before he leans in again, tongue flicking your clit, lips and teeth grazing over it. A deep moan of pure longing escapes him as he sucks and swirls his tongue over your clit, his breathing ragged, cheeks flushed, oh God, he needs you to fucking soak his mouth and chin.

Finally, yes, baby, he laps up your sweet juices when you come, sobbing in pleasure as he drinks it all down. Slurps and groans greedily, tongue working you until you plead for him to stop, too much, I can't—Jesus, he loves having the evidence of how he makes you feel on his face.

"Mmm, thank you," He sighs as he pats your hip, signaling for you to rise so he's able to shift positions. Wally sits up, gathers you in his arms, and licks his lips, the inside of his jeans wet where his come stained the denim. He looks down at you with a lopsided, sated grin, his eyes still at half-mast.

"Feel better?" You ask through a hazy smile.

"Much better." He murmurs. Rubs his hands up and down your legs as he gazes at you like a 5-star buffet.

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also on AO3!

if you enjoyed this, you may also enjoy Alphabet Soup.

smut. the journey of a clandestine love affair at several non-linear stages because Wally Clark craves what he can't have and refuses to keep his hands to himself. and you live for it. (Janet and Wally are dating to increase their social value. meanwhile, Wally wants to get closer to her step-sister. you.)