#from when Wally’s alive and well thanks

[clockwayswrites]

The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 5, Part 2

masterpost (please no editing, still sick and now with migraine!)

“We can’t be stuck,” Danny said. He knew he was pouting, but he didn’t care. They couldn’t be stuck. Maybe his pout wasn’t even that obvious with how he was laying upside down on the couch, his legs flung over the back of it.

“Saying that again won’t solve anything,” Raven said.

“Might stop people from giving up,” Danny muttered.

Next to him, Wally sighed. “No one is giving up, Danny. We’re just… being realistic.”

Danny snorted. “Ah, yes, a carnie, two emissaries of time, a demon witch, and a half ghost sit around a room, trying to be realistic.”

“We’re not ‘emissaries of time’—wait, half ghost?” Barry asked, cutting himself off. “What do you mean half ghost? How are you a half ghost? Wait, why are you a ghost? Ghosts aren’t real.”

“Barry, you’ve worked with Deadman,” Dick pointed out, almost absently. All of his very focused attention was on Danny.

It made Danny want to squirm. “Ah. I have I not mentioned that before? I know I’ve said I died in a lab accident.”

“And that it made you a psychopomp,” Raven said dryly.

“Well, it did. I can talk to ghosts. I’m just also sorta… half one. I came back because I was killed by electricity and revived by ectoplasm at the same time. But because it was ectoplasm, not all of me came back alive. It’s complicated.”

“That… actually explains so much about the way that you feel,” Raven said. She was looking at Danny like he was a whole new puzzle to study. He didn’t like it. Immediately she gave a little shake of her head and the expression cleared. “Sorry. I would never study you without your permission. None of us would.”

“Shit, kid, of course we wouldn’t,” Barry said, sitting up from his slump. “Has… I mean…”

“Your parents are ectobiologists,” Wally said slowly, horror dawning on his face.

Danny sighed and twisted around on the couch to sit up. He rubbed at the back of his neck. “My parents never learned what I am, at least not in this timeline. But they pretty regularly hunted my hero form. I’m human like this, and I’m a ghost when I’m Phantom. There were some close calls. And my godfather, who’s like me, cloned me, so there was that whole mess. And there used to be this government organization, the GIW who were intent on studying ghosts… just it was a whole mess. There’s a reason I moved all the way across the country once I could.”

“Is the GIW gone?” Barry asked, “Because if not, I’ll bring it to the League.”

“And what about the clones? Are they somewhere safe now?” Dick asked.

“And your parents…” Raven started, softly.

Danny held up a hand. “The GIW went defunct; no results, no funding. There might be a few zealots out there still, but they don’t have any real power anymore. My parents and I… look, there’s just a lot that we don’t talk about. And the two clones that are around—the rest… destabilized—they’re actually the responsibility of my godfather. He had a… change of heart, you could say. I don’t love the guy or anything, but I trust him with them. And if he fucks up, I know they won’t just take it. Things are… they’re settled enough. It’s just how they are now.”

“Okay. But if shit hits the fan again, you let the Titans or me know, okay? I’m not kidding, I’ll bring it to the League if you need protecting,” Barry said seriously.

It was warming, really, to have an adult say that. Sure, Danny was an adult now, but like, an adulter adult. He never had that before.

“Thanks,” Danny said, eyes on the ground rather than the group of people who had quickly become his friends. “That means a lot really.”

“Okay,” Wally said after an uncomfortably quiet moment, “but what did you mean about timelines?”

“Oh, one of the Ancients, ah, think of them sort of like god or demigod ghosts, is of time. Clockwork is what he goes by now days. He likes to meddle in stuff, sends me bright green post-it notes about the fate of the world and such. The last one I got was actually warning me about my seizures,” Danny said with a little snort. “I wish I had figured that out before I had the first one.”

“Why?” Wally asked with a tilt of his head. “I’m not exactly fate of the world stuff.”

“You’re my world,” Dick cooed, hands on his heart and batting his eyes.

Wally snorted, but he had a fond look in his eyes.

Danny did his best not to laugh at them. “Dick aside, you are a Titan. You being around could be the fate of the world. Or maybe—oh.”

Everyone else in the room exchanged a look, but Danny hardly noticed. His attention was hung up on a tangle of a thought.

“…oh?” Dick prompted.

“What?” Danny shook his head. “Oh. Just ‘two emissaries of time’. It’s what I called Barry and Wally.”

“Yeah, but I told you that we’re not,” Barry said.

“Yeah, but you don’t eve believe in ghosts and I’m sitting right here,” Danny said with a dismissive wave. He got up with a little stumble and started to pace. It helped to move when he was trying to untangle things. Sure, he was a little lightheaded, but he’d deal. “It makes sense that you don’t see the Speed Force as the entity that it is.”

“He never has,” Raven said.

Danny spun and pointed a finger at her. His world tilted dangerously. “But you know what it is.”

“Danny, honey, why don’t you sit down,” Dick said.

When Danny tried to start pacing again, Dick reached out and snagged Danny by the waist. A simple little tug was enough to unbalance Danny and send him tumbling down into Dick’s lap. Obviously please with his capture, Dick wrapped his arms around Danny and rested his head on Danny’s shoulders. Danny gave a a little huff of air, but leaned back against Dick’s chest.

Raven was smiling, just barely. “I know the Speed Force is something beyond my understanding.”

“Sure, but it is something and that something is related to time,” Danny said. As he talked, he started to lean forward again. “Clockwork’s whole thing is about time! He has rewound time at least twice just for my bullshit! It makes sense that him and the Speed Force have a connection. Which means I’ve had this all wrong!”

“Danny, Danny, don’t fall off my lap,” Dick said with a tightening grip. “You can stay right here and tell us what you had all wrong.”

“This was never about me being a psychopomp!” Danny exclaimed, words slightly breathless. Dick held him a little tighter. “This is all about Clockwork being convinced that I need to be his apprentice! That��s why I can see Wally! It’s not about death, it’s about time!”

“Hey, Danny, hon, take a deep breath for me,” Dick urged. His palm tapped a rhythm against Danny’s sternum. Danny grumpily followed along, but it did help the tightening feeling in his lungs. Once Dick was satisfied with Danny’s breathing, he asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Danny said, “that Wally isn’t dead.”

Wally just looked bemused. “I’ve been telling you that.”

“I know, but it didn’t make sense. Now it does! Wally’s not dead, and because Wally isn’t dead,” Danny continued, “I’m not his anchor because I’m half ghost and a psychopomp. I’m his anchor because I’ve got one of Clockwork’s medallions inside me!”

Dick’s hand twitched as if he wanted to hold on to Danny’s very being. “Inside you?”

“Ghost thing.” Danny patted Dick’s hand reassuringly. “I have a cellphone in there too. And maybe a fork still? It doesn’t matter.”

“I think it matters,” Dick grumbled.

“What matters,” Danny continued blithely, “is that I know how to unstick us.”

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AN: Barry: This is my new nephew Danny. If anything happens to him, I'm declaring war on the government and his parents.

Rest of the JL: ???

[confused-wanderer]

I’m not seeing lots of people acknowledging the sheer impact Jason’s death had on Dick, not only the manner of his death but also all the events surrounding it.

The first time is when Dick returns from a harrowing mission off-planet, bleeding with many bones definitely broken, but his fingers have been tapping his screen well before they leave the planet.

Everyone has noticed it. Starfire’s been shooting worried glances over to Wally, fingers hesitantly hovering over the trembling boy who flinched at contact earlier. Wally’s eyes are trained to Dick’s leg that has been bouncing way too much in the past second, matching the amount of ragged breaths Nightwing has been forcing into his lungs, fingers clenched so tightly onto the phone the speedster could’ve sworn the glass has started cracking.

There was a reason Dick was uneasy for the mission, he’d admitted as much to Wally earlier, remarking that something about the whole thing was.. off. Something that made him so uneasy to his stomach he wanted to vomit out his intestines to get a moment of relief. Wally hadn’t connected the dots then. He didn’t think Dick had either. But here they both were, unsure if this moment was actually reality or just a memory from the past they were reliving.

The moment they finally get signal, Dick’s breath hitches. His first call goes not to Bruce, not to a doctor, but Tim.

Dick’s trying to keep the shaking out of his voice, he can feel his heartbeat rising, panic causing the phone to shake as the dial tone stretches on, and all Dick can think of is another coffin awaiting him when he gets back. He all but sobs in relief when Tim picks up.

“Hello? You need anything Dick? Bruce’s out right now”

He can’t bring himself to answer or speak, simply inhaling in the fact that Tim was alive. Thank god.

Thank god thank fucking anything that kept his little brother alive.

Every moment he heard movement on the other side of the call, he was drinking in every moment like a man parched. He hangs up ten minutes later, shooting Tim a quick text about it being a butt-dial before looking up at Wally, and everyone else who hadn’t left his side.

“Al-a..Ali..v..Aliv-alive”

He can’t even say it out loud before he breaks down, the world crashing around him as all he can do is fall to his knees, bow his head and sob to the heavens for forgiveness from Jason.

[jadegrey711]

Please I love your Wally smut

What about like giving Wally head for the first time as he watched you already before you died

And either a first time blow job or Wally fingering you for the first time (ifykyk) whatever you feel like writing moreee

Thank you for the compliment Dear Anon. Enjoy.

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Wally had watched you for the longest time. He'd love watching your meets as you would dive gracefully into the pool. As an athlete himself he was in awe of how fast you were once you hit the water. He didn't know if the Olympics were your dream but he knew you could make it if you wanted too. But that wasn't in the cards for you, instead it was a drunk driver, who pulled out of the school too fast and didn't see you as you were walking out to your car after a game.

You couldn't understand what was happening as you watched the ambulance pull away from the school, kids huddled together and crying.

Wally watched as you tried to get anyones attention. But no one could hear or see you. He was nervous as he first approached you, putting his hands up like you were a wild animal and he was trying to keep you calm.

At first you were relieved someone was talking to you, but then he broke the news. You had been hit and you were already dead when the ambulance pulled away from the school.

You were in denial for a long while, and Wally watched as you would just sit on the curb for hours, watching as everyone pulled away from the parking lot. Watching as the flowers that were laid down on your school parking spot, slowly rotted and blew away.

Wally would spend those days, sitting right next to you, and he waited. Waited until you were ready to talk, and when you finally did, you felt the damn break loose. You told Wally everything you were feeling, how sad you were, how angry you were at how unfair this all was. You told him about your life that he didn't get to see outside of school. How much you loved to read, how going to the lake every summer felt like a recharge for the rest of the year, when you first knew you loved swimming.

And in kind Wally told you about his life, what kind of music he listened to, how he wanted to travel when he got out of highschool and that he wasn't a big reader when he was alive; which made you chuckle.

After that day, you and Wally felt inseparable, being with him felt like the sun. Warm and comforting, he always made you laugh and you did the same to him; surprising him with how funny you were, he didn't know that about you.

You still like going to Group; Mr. Martin was a bit creepy and you always had issues with authority figures. But Wally liked coming to the group so you sat there and participated here and there. You never shared anything personal with the group, well anything that was real. You saved that for your time with Wally.

Which often felt like this one, where you would go into the pool and do laps, or float on the surface of the water, while Wally watched on the edge of the pool. He loved watching you do flip turns, amazed at how fast you were, how fast you could cut through the water.

You came up from under the water and smiled at Wally, who was floating in the pool next to you, watching as you would flip and do handstands in the shallow end of the water. When you came up again, you saw Wally had made his way over to the steps of the pool, he sat there and watched you. His smile was contagious as he watched you.

"What are you looking at, Clark?" You asked, flicking water towards him.

"I think it's some kind of pool nymph." He teased.

"A pool nymph?" You chuckled.

"Yeah, and she's mesmerizing."

"Mesmerizing huh?" You asked, as you swam closer to him.

"Oh yeah. Just one of the many adjectives I'd use to describe her."

"Oh? And what are these other adjectives that you'd use? I know you're not a big reader, so this will be fun to see how many you actually know."

"Hey! I think my vocabulary has increased immensely since I met you."

"Thank goodness for that! I don't think I could handle you saying "Rad" for the rest of eternity."

"As if, "Cool beans" is any better!" He huffed before flicking his fingers in the water, splashing you in the face. 

"Hey!" You scowled, grabbing his bare thighs and bringing your face close to his, but stopped inches in front of his face.

Wally tilted his head, his brown eyes holding yours. "Hey what?" He smiled. His eyes moved to your lips.

"I-" You stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat as you remembered where your hands were. “I don’t actually remember what I was going to say.” You chuckled, before leaning in and gave Wally a quick kiss on the lips, intending to give him a quick kiss and then swim away. But Wally had other ideas on the matter, before you could turn your body away he grabbed your hips and placed you so you were sitting on his lap. His large hands wrapped themselves around your waist bringing you back in for another kiss. 

“I wasn’t done telling you about the beautiful pool nymph I saw.” He smiled against your lips.

This wasn’t the first time you and Wally kissed, not by a long shot, there were so many times where the two of you would sneak off when Wally was supposed to be in Group, kissing in the locker room. Sometimes you two would get really hot and heavy, but before anything could happen there was always something that had you two breaking apart. Whether it was Charley or Rhonda catching you two in the heat of the moment or someone else barging in, sometimes it was really hard to get a moment alone with your hot boyfriend in your own afterlife. 

But, you had a feeling that this time would be different. 

You let out a small little moan as you felt Wally’s tongue dance with yours. His large hands roaming down to your backside and giving you a little squeeze. You pulled away from the kiss, earning a groan from Wally. “You didn’t finish describing this pool nymph to me.” You grinned. 

“Well I told you that she was mesmerizing and beautiful. I would dare say graceful as well.” 

“Graceful huh?” You smiled leaning in to brush a kiss to the edge of Wally’s soft lips, before pressing another one to his jawline earning a low moan from him. You made sure to pocket that reaction for that spot in particular for later. 

“Y-Yeah graceful.”

“What else Wally?” You teased, sucking on that spot at his jawline, before moving down to his neck, placing a soft kiss to his carotid, before sucking on the spot where his pulse point would be. You chuckled as you heard Wally stutter, losing his words and losing them fast as you sucked and kissed your way down his neck. 

“Breathtaking.” He moaned out.

As you kissed Wally, making sure to pay attention to the other side of his neck like you did the first, you could feel him grow hard underneath you. “What else Wally?”

“Baby. Please.” 

“Please what Wally?”

“Stop torturing me.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just listening to all the ways that you’re describing this beautiful pool nymph.” you mumbled against his skin, taking your tongue and dipping it into his collarbone, before taking that golden chain necklace into your mouth and sucking on the pendant there. 

You looked up at Wally’s face and smiled. He looked so tense, his hands were gripping noticeably harder on your ass as he looked down at you. 

“Unless you want me to stop?” You asked, placing a quick kiss to the center of his chest. “Do you want me to stop Wally?” You asked and placed another kiss on his chest. 

“No.” He ground out. 

You gave him a wolfish smile. “I didn’t think so.” You purred, leaning your head back down so you can trace your tongue around his nipples. Wally leaned back, letting out a low groan. 

“You’re so sweet to me Wally.” You said softly against his skin as you traced your tongue down his stomach, and dipped in his belly button, earning another deep moan from Wally. You looked back up to him, your body now on the step just below him, your hands poised on top of the waistband of his boxers. “Can I be sweet to you?” You asked him innocently. 

Wally’s eyes went wide. “Baby.” He said his voice came out breathy before he let out a small cough to clear his throat. “Baby, are you sure?” He asked his hand coming out to brush a small piece of hair out of your face. 

“Yes Wally. I want to do this for you.” 

Wally let out a breath that seemed to be a mix of desperation and relief. His hands were reaching for the waistband of his boxers and you took that as your sign that he wanted this as bad as you did. You helped him pull his boxers off and let them float off in the pool, before leaning back down to Wally. Running your tongue down the soft “V” on each side of his hips, earning a low whimper from Wally. 

You looked up at Wally, as you ran your hands up and down his thighs, while taking in how hard he was for you and you smiled up at him. “All this for me?” you teased. 

“Yeah baby.” He said breathily. “Only for you.” 

You were in control in this situation but you grew wet at Wally’s words, surprising yourself at how just those simple words of admiration had you growing slick in between your legs. “Only for me huh?” You said reaching for him, giving his cock a slow pump with your hand, earning a stuttering lift of Wally’s hips for you. 

You smirked, biting your lip. “So sensitive.” Leaning down to run your tongue around the head of his cock. Wally let out a low moan, as you took him deeper into your mouth letting your tongue trace around the head of his cock, and relaxing as he slid deeper for a moment before having your hand join the efforts of your mouth. 

“I love it when you make those little moans, Wally.” You whispered, before continuing to pump his cock with your hand as you took him back into your mouth. 

You didn’t have a lot of experience doing this, but you were an avid reader and Wally seemed to love it when your tongue did this particular motion. You smiled to yourself as you felt Wally’s hands find their way into your wet hair, gathering the wet strands in a messy clump and fisting it in his hand. You felt Wally’s hips jerk every now and again as he fought the urge to pump his hips and thrust his cock deeper into your hot little mouth. 

You hummed in satisfaction against his cock, and that seemed to have Wally taking a ragged breath. 

“Baby.” He breathed. “I’m really trying here.” 

You hummed again, the vibrations seeming to send Wally closer to the edge. You popped your mouth off of his cock and looked up at him, taking in the tensed way he pulled his eyebrows together and how he bit down on his bottom lip, making it a darker pink. 

“Trying to do what?” You asked innocently, as you rested your head against his strong thigh, your hand still pumping his cock. 

“Trying to not, fuck your mouth.” He breathed out. “I know you haven’t really done this before and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You hummed again, he really was the sweetest boy you’d ever met. You’d never thought you actually like sucking dick, but with Wally, as he whined and moaned above you, letting you bring him closer and closer to orgasm. You didn’t think you could actually get enough of this, of him being this vulnerable for you, you felt drunk off of the way his puppy eyes looked down at you, awestruck. 

“Wally.” You said breathily. “I have your cock in my mouth and I am so fucking wet for you right now. And if I’m uncomfortable, I’ll just give you a little nip.” You chuckled and leaned back down and licked up the shaft of his cock before taking his head back into your mouth. 

His hands, delved deeper into your hair, and his hold felt a little tighter, as he bucked his hips to your mouth still holding back, but not as much as he was before. 

“Oh baby.” He moaned. “God you look so pretty like this. Your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a picture of you right now.” 

You moaned, at his words, feeling yourself grow wetter between your legs, and started to pump him faster, your mouth and hand working in time together to bring Wally closer to release. 

“God damn it, baby.” Wally groaned, his hips increasing their speed, just enough that you started to feel water in your eyes, but you didn’t want to stop not when Wally was so close. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up.” 

That was your cue, you squeezed Wally’s cock harder with your hand before sucking him down again and felt him come inside your mouth. You pulled away, unable to fully swallow Wally’s release, and continued to pump him through his orgasm. You watched his hips shake as he finished coming, Wally’s moans were audible enough for anyone who was walking past the double doors of the indoor pool could definitely hear him. 

You dropped your hand away from him and looked up at the totally ruined expression on Wally’s face. His hair that was usually so well kept, was sticking up in places he ran his hands through and some of it still stuck to his forehead from when he was swimming with you. 

“Such a good and sweet boy.” You smiled, pulling yourself up by his thighs and giving him a kiss. Wally seemed to preen at the compliment and deepened the kiss; tasting himself on your lips, earning a low satisfied moan from the both of you. 

[ledesaid]

Congratulations! You get 1 extra life!

Billy: "Get live... live... live... and you too, my friend, live!"

Well, we just finished a zombie apocalypse, and the virus has been eradicated from the world.

Do you know what that means?

Yes, exactly! Now Billy can revive them all.

I could have done it from the beginning, but it wouldn't have removed the anti-life equation.

Billy: Alive, alive, alive, oh don't hide, Mr. Banker, you too!

Nightwing: Wally would love to see you, you look like a wizard healer from a video game. I still don't understand how you can do that, Billy, but thank you again.

Billy: It's nothing, Dick. When we finish this city, we can go to the Batcave to get Batman. I'm sure he won't believe this.

Nightwing: I'm watching you do it and I still can't believe it.

Billy: I can also do this trick in reverse, but don't tell Batman or he might lock me in an underground bunker.

Nightwing: That's why you didn't fight... Oh, thank God, you would have been a grim reaper!

[notsodelirious]

Helloo!! Can I ask for Wally giving head to a fem goth reader? I KNOW he's a starved man trying to act nonchalant 😒😒

omfg hi, I swear I’m alive, here you go!

synopsis: You call Wally over to help you with your makeup and end up getting more than you bargained for

notes: NFSW MDNI, and edited, but also this was written high and edited tired so, yk

tags: oral sex (fem receiving), body worship (mostly reader’s tits), fem!reader, 1k words, no use of y/n

ngl, it took me the longest time ever to figure out how to make the reader explicitly goth, but I hope this works! (ps. don’t tug on a partner’s piercings if they are fresh, I will hit you over the head for them, assume all the ones described here are very healed)

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Meeting Wally had been a complete coincidence—he had been forced to take a sociology class, you were an anthropology major, your paths would have never crossed otherwise.

Stuck in a group project with 2 other people, one absent fucker and a dickhead who thought barking at you was funny later and you were forced to shoulder the entire project yourselves.

It was the entire reason you had begun spending extended periods of time with him.

After the presentation was over, you had no excuse—you just liked his company.

Sure, he shoved his foot in his mouth more often than not, but you found his little rants about physics charming and soon, you were sucked too far into his life to back out now.

He kissed you, accidentally revealed that he was the Flash (well one of two, you never actually thought to realise there were two), met the other Flash, and had sex on his aunt’s couch while he was house sitting for her when she was away.

Nobody was really surprised when your relationship flourished from there—his aunt Iris would give you both knowing glance and there was nothing you could do but squirm and feign ignorance.

But it also meant that when your lease was up with your current apartment (and your roommates were fine really, the state they left the kitchen in only slightly drove you up the wall) you didn’t hesitate to move in with Wally.

One of the most sound decisions you’d ever made.

“Baby come here?”

Wally walked into your room almost immediately and you turned in your chair, facing away from your desk and mirror. You set down your lipstick—a dark cheery red—as you beckoned him closer and down.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he teased as he knelt down onto one knee between your legs, obscured by your long skirt.

“Need your help,” you just said before leaning forward and pressing a fat kiss to his cheek, then a little higher up against his cheekbone.

You blotted off your lipsticks against his face, enjoying how his pale skin flushed, from his blush and your makeup.

You kissed his freckles slowly, laying your love on him as you pressed your lips and lip piercings against his face.

Eventually, you pulled away with a smile, still holding his face.

“Thanks, baby,” you smiled before glancing back at the mirror to fix the small smudges of lipstick that blended out and wiped the small amount off your snakebite hoops.

He took a moment to snap out of his haze but never stood, wrapping his hands around your waist instead as he sat properly, and pressed himself against your stomach. You instinctively put a hand on top of his head, petting his hair.

“Talk to me, Walls,” you said as you looked down at him.

“I want to taste you,” he said softly before he glanced up at you—you had never quite seen emerald eyes as genuine as his before, so desperate for just a morsel of you like he’s never experienced sweetness before.

“Yeah?” you smiled as your hand curved around his face, gently cradling his jaw. “Go for it, baby.”

He sat a little more upright, laying his lips against your bare cleavage, humming softly at the feeling of your warm skin. He continued to kiss you, his hands coming up to cup your chest over your tank top, making you sigh a little.

“Wanna see you,” he said before he was tugging down your tank top and unclipping your bra, making your tits spill out in front of his face.

He took gentle hold of your right one before you could gasp at the feeling of cold air against your nipples, bringing it to his mouth to worship you—his tongue flicked against the jewelled bar, your hands flew to his hair, tangling in red locks as you forced him closed, sighing and moaning under his attention.

“Oh, just like that, baby,” you said as he suckled and kissed your skin, trying his best to mark you up. He switched to your other side, pouring just as much devotion into that one—when he finally pulled away, nipples puffy and sensitive, he kissed down your sternum before settling properly between your legs.

“Please?” His voice was husky as he begged quietly and he blinked up from underneath long pale eyelashes and flushed cheeks and love drunk eyes and-

“Yeah,” you nodded as you swallowed, leaning back a little as he hiked your skirt up into your lap, “Eat me out, baby.”

He slid your panties off your legs, completely captivated by the sight of your sweet cunt between them, chubby lips and wet folds ready to be lavished.

You squirmed a little as he began to touch you, heat rising up your spine as you clenched around nothing, simply watching you explore you, like he had never seen your beauty before.

He rested your thighs on his shoulders, pushing closer to devour your pussy, his mouth against your folds, tongue flicking up your slit, petting your clit.

“O-oh, fuck,” you mumbled as you gripped his hair, curling forward a little as pleasure coiled in your stomach.

His teeth gently tugged at your clit piercing, which only made you buck your hips against his face. He hummed softly and you chanced a look down, watery eyes dragging your cheap mascara down your cheeks as he looked back, soft-eyed and so eager.

He lapped at your cunt, closing his eyes as if he was savouring a meal, digging his fingers into your thighs as your breathing only grew deeper and the chants of his name dissolved into moans.

“Just like that, fuck,” you whispered as you clenched your thighs around his head. He didn’t seem to mind, or care, only pushing closer, making out with your pussy, stroking pulsing walls.

You didn’t pay much attention to his hand leaving your leg.

Not until you near screamed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he vibrated his fingers against your throbbing clit.

Your orgasm had been long coming but still took you by surprise as you smothered him between your legs, crying out as you came across his face, soaking his face under you.

He continued to lap at you softly until you finally fell back against your chair and released him.

He let him go as you grabbed his face, dragging him up for a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, against his teeth, on his lips.

He kissed back, softer than he had your cunt, satiated after his meal.

“Thank you, baby,” you said softly, chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

“Oh, 100% my pleasure.”

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fun fact! I hate applying lip products around my snakebites, I would rather sacrifice my first born — I finally have a masterlist! and requests are still closed because I have yet to finish a single assignment <3 (ask box and messages are open for any other reason though)

[lvnleah]

https://www.tumblr.com/lvnleah/775376995364290560/you-know-who-i-caught-myself-thinking-of-the-other?source=share

Thank you for replying. I have no problem if you don't write my request, just reading some Kyra fic got me thinking about a request like a platonic lionesses one.

May i request arsenal/lionesses x teen reader who is already playing for arsenal team and is in her first season and she is a clown , someone who can barely sit still for a moment and is a huge pest to every player except to kim and Wally because they cook for her and keep her alive. She also stays with leah and is the one who causes Leah's headache along with Kyra and the arsenal youngsters. Her first season with Arsenal has been phenomenal and Sarina noticed and the reader gets called up for her first senior team. Hearting the news reader is so happy while leah and the other english players groan Good naturedly because they now have to deal with their annoying adopted sister not only in the club but also in the lionesses camp. And the other lionesses and Sarina gets a first look of what the reader is going to be when she literally cartwheels to her introduction on the first day of the camp. Just wanted a fluffy fic.

Thank you and have a nice day

chaos on camp | leah williamson.

You had known for a while that your first season at Arsenal was going well. Scoring goals, setting up assists, making life miserable for your teammates, just the usual. But when you got the England senior team call-up, you were gone.

You screamed so loud that the entire training ground probably heard it. Then, instead of celebrating like a normal person, you sprinted around the changing room. 

Leah groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Brilliant. Bloody brilliant. Now we have to deal with you in camp too?”

You barely heard her over your own excitement. “Leah, I get to annoy you everywhere now! Sarina called me up to the England camp!”

“Fantastic,” Alessia muttered, shooting Beth a look. Beth just sighed, already regretting every decision that had led to this moment.

Lia and Kim, however, had the opposite reaction.

“Good,” Lia said, looking way too relieved.

Kim just smiled, hands on her hips. “Now we don’t have to babysit you anymore.”

You gasped dramatically. “You love babysitting me!”

Lia gave you a look. “You set off the fire alarm trying to make toast last week.”

“…Fair point.”

Still, nothing could kill your mood. You had been called up to the England squad. 

“Kid, look, if you’re going to the England camp, there’s gonna be rules,” Leah told you that evening as you drove home from training. “I’m proud of you but you need to be serious.”

You turned to her, eyes wide with mock innocence. “I am always serious.”

Leah shot you a flat look. “You did a backflip off the sofa yesterday.”

“To test my agility!”

“You landed on your face.”

“…A minor setback.”

Leah groaned, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “This is what I mean. You can’t just be an agent of chaos at camp. Sarina doesn’t play games.”

You hummed, only half-listening. You were already imagining all the ways you could make everyone suffer like Keira, Ella, Georgia, and Millie. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Leah sighed, recognizing the look on your face. “You’re not listening, are you?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Leah muttered something under her breath, something that sounded suspiciously like why me? But you chose to ignore it. You were far too busy buzzing with excitement.

“Just—please, please don’t embarrass me,” Leah pleaded as she pulled into the driveway.

You gasped, hand over your heart. “Leah, I would never.”

She gave you a long, unimpressed stare. “I have footage of you chasing a pigeon around London Colney last week.”

“It looked lost!”

“It was not lost.”

“Well, we’ll never know now.”

Leah sighed, rubbing her temples. “I’m going to need Sarina’s support at this rate.”

You grinned, unbothered by Leah’s clear despair. “Oh, come on, I’ll be fine. It’s not like I’m going to set anything on fire.”

Leah just gave you a look, stepping out of the car. “That’s not as reassuring as you think it is.”

You followed her inside, still buzzing with energy. The England call-up wasn’t just a dream come true, it was an opportunity. A chance to prove yourself, to play with some of the best in the world, and, most importantly, to annoy an entirely new group of people.

Leah flopped onto the couch, clearly exhausted from dealing with you. “Look, just try to take it seriously. At least pretend to behave. You don’t want Sarina sending you home after one session.”

You scoffed, dramatically throwing yourself onto the couch beside her. “Oh please. She’s going to love me.”

Leah snorted. “You are severely overestimating your charm.”

“Or you’re underestimating it.”

Before Leah could reply, your phone buzzed. You glanced down and immediately let out a delighted cackle. A new message had popped up in the group chat Keira had added you too, filled with some of the England girls.

Keira: Just heard the news. Can’t believe we have to deal with you now.

Georgia: England training is about to be a circus.

Grace: I’m actually so excited about this.

Millie: If you do anything dumb, I’m throwing you in an ice bath.

You: Wow, the warm welcome. I feel so loved.

You grinned, already imagining the chaos you were going to bring. You turned to Leah, eyes gleaming with mischief. “This is going to be so much fun.”

Leah groaned, pulling a pillow over her face. “I already regret everything.”

The taxi ride to St. George’s Park was eventful, to say the least.

Leah had spent the entire journey alternating between sighing dramatically and making pointed comments about maturity and professionalism, none of which you listened to. Lotte had her headphones in, pretending she didn’t know any of you, and Beth and Alessia kept glancing at each other like they were regretting their life choices.

You, on the other hand, had been bouncing in your seat since you left London, too hyped to sit still. “Do you think they’ll have snacks when we get there? What are the beds like? Does Sarina have a secret fun side? Do you think I can nutmeg Keira before she even says hello?”

Leah groaned. “Can you breathe for five seconds?”

You inhaled deeply, then exhaled. “Done. Anyway, do you think I can convince Sarina to let me have my own room? I snore.”

Beth snorted. “You’re not getting your own room.”

The taxi finally pulled up to the training ground, and before the driver had even properly stopped, you were already unbuckling your seatbelt. 

“We’re here!” you announced, shoving the door open and practically launching yourself onto the pavement.

Leah rubbed her temples. “Please let her trip,” she muttered under her breath.

You didn’t trip, but you did nearly run straight into Georgia, who had appeared out of nowhere with a mischievous grin.

“Did you piss Leah off?” Georgia said, clapping you on the shoulder. “We’ve all been mentally preparing for your arrival.”

You smirked. “Are you ready for me?”

Georgia tilted her head. “No.”

Before you could respond, Keira appeared, arms crossed. “Look, as long as you don’t annoy me and just annoy Leah then you’ll be fine, kid.”

You grinned. “I give it two hours before she’s killing me.”

Keira narrowed her eyes. “One.”

Leah sighed, handing her bags to the staff. “I need a strong drink.”

Lotte yawned as she pulled her suitcase out of the taxi. “You need a break.”

Beth patted Leah’s back in fake sympathy. “She’s your problem now, not ours, mate.”

You turned back to Keira and Georgia, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Okay, what’s first? Do we have a meeting? Training? Am I allowed to throw a nutmeg challenge down immediately, or do I have to wait?”

Keira just walked away.

Georgia cackled. “Oh, this is going to be great.”

You had every intention of being serious during your first England training session. You really did.

But then Grace challenged you to a race during the warm-up, and you, being the mature, responsible adult that you were, decided to cartwheel halfway through it instead of running properly.

“FOR GOD’S SAKE,” Leah groaned, hands on her hips as she watched you tumble across the grass.

Grace, doubled over laughing, barely managed to jog the rest of the way. “Oh my God…did you just—”

Sarina’s sharp whistle cut through the air, and everyone instantly straightened up. You popped up from your final cartwheel with a grin, fully expecting some amusement.

You were wrong. So wrong. 

Sarina stared at you, unimpressed. “Is this gymnastics?”

You hesitated. “…No?”

“Then why are you cartwheeling?”

You blinked. “To test my agility?”

Leah, from somewhere behind you, groaned into her hands.

Sarina just gave you a long, slow nod, the kind that made you feel like a child being scolded by a teacher. “Try that again, and you’ll be running laps for the next hour.”

You nodded quickly, resisting the urge to salute. “Understood.”

As Sarina turned away, Grace elbowed you. “You’re on thin ice already.”

You shrugged, completely unbothered. “Eh, I like a challenge.”

Keira sighed. “You are the challenge.”

Beth jogged past, shaking her head. “I give it a day before Sarina bans you from doing anything unsupervised.”

Leah groaned even louder. “I hate that I have to deal with you at club and country.”

[cypherscript]

Perpeptual

Some of Young justice are teleported/isekai'd during one of their battles to an underdeveloped world barely out of the iron age.

The planet confuses them, perpeptual night but the climate is warm and the flora abundant regardless of the missing sunlight. It has a single yellowy green moon that is stuck in orbit at the same point in the sky as the stars move around it.

Some of the locals have accepted them into their small village, their language is close to spanish; esperanto Wally says. Atleast they can somewhat communicate now. The people are unsettingly human with only slight changes to their body; lighter skin, pointed ears and glowing eyes.

They spend a little over two weeks helping the locals with their building some kind of stage for a festival. A large corridor of metal, spires of green crystal that Connor says make him woozy on top of his already low solar energy from the weeks stranded here and thick braided cord wound around the bases of the spires and inlayed into an intricate pattern winding their way to the corridor of metal.

The chief, Degelinta Stellumo, is happy to say the festival can begin early. When asked about the festival they cant translate much other than it's to thank their god for keeping them safe. About how thousands of years ago the day god Rox tried to consume their world, the night god Phan covered their world in protective night to protect it from Rox's anger.

The team is perplexed as the festivities begin, rhythmic chanting fills the air as one of their young men, that Megan recognizes as Stelo, walks forward dressed in furs and a iron crown upong their head. He steps into the corridor, the crystals glow brightening as he does so, almost alive in the perpeptual moonlight and the chanting getting faster and faster. Duh-duh-duh-duh-da-duh-duh-da-duh-da~.

There is a massive flare of light coming from the corridor, the crystals shatter and fly everywhere and the people cheer. Stelo steps, no floats from the now blackened corridor changed; his body glows in a pale white light, hair once black now pure white while his eyes are toxic green from his previously white and a cloak of stars floats behind him in an invisible wind.

He looks around confused, tired, until his eyes settle on the young superheroes going from Connor's house of El crest to Miss Martians skin to Robins stylized R.

Everyone is shocked as the being speaks to them in echoy but clear english, "You lot are a long ways from home, arent you?"

"Uhm, yes... sir," Tim hesitantly asks hesitantly unsure how to address this being? God? Entity?

"Right, well not to belittle your situation but we're holding up the festivities I'm certain the Sheo'lp people have been working on for some time. Let us celebrate a bit then we can talk about your situation."

"What are you," Megan blurts out, confused, "Stelo stepped into that corridor and his mind is gone and now theres just static."

"I suppose i can answer that easily enough. My name was/is Danny and I dont know what I am anymore. Once the festival ends, Stelo will return to himself. I promise."

The now named Danny stops floating and walks over to the tribespeople, stopping to hug and greet everyone by name and accepting food and drink happily. He cries as he eats the food and drink, thanking the people in esperanto repeatedly as he does so, this goes on for several hours before the partying starts to die down and Danny takes the group over to a dying bonfire.

"Right, I suppose you have questions but I would like some verification."

"Verification?"

"Yup, just need to know if you are who I think you are. It's been forever since I've been around earth but you look familiar.

He points at Miss Martian, "M'gann M'orzz?"

Pointing to kid flash, "Bart? No... Wally West."

Points to Robin, "Damian Wayne."

Points to Superboy, "and that would make you Jon Kent."

They partially confused, partial perturbed that this entity knows some of their names. Tim looks him square in the eyes, studying him, thinking about protocols for what to do when a godlike entity just namedrops your baby brother like its no big deal.

"Its just Robin as I am," Tim says, eyes never leaving Danny's.

"Shit right, apologies I forgot about superhero 101, no names. Its been a while since I had to worry about names, time is blurry these days to me. Now! What about those questions?"

"Can you get us home," Tim asks straight forwardedly. "We've been missing from earth for a few weeks now."

"Sure," he says nonchalantly, surprising the team, "Well yes and no. *I* can get you home but I know something who can but you need to Promise me that you'll follow my directions once you go home. Deal?" He holds out his hand to Tim, who looks at it before shaking it.

"So long as it doesnt endanger those i care about then Deal."

Danny nods before taking a deep breath and holding out a hand, a small crack running through the seam of reality as green light fills the area, from the crack a scroll flies through at high speeds as he catches it. "Hello old friend," he says tiredly, seeming to have dimmed greatly from that stunt.

"A scroll," Connor asks incredulously.

"A map," Danny corrects, "of everything. Take hold of each other before taking the Map, once you do take the map and say where you want to go." He looks at connor briefly, "it wont be a pleasant trip for Jon but it is nessesary for you to get home. Hopefully this trip should innoculate your biology against ecton radiation."

"Wait radiation," wally yelps.

"Its harmless to humans, mostly. Its the fastest way to get back to Earth, youre on the other side of the universe kids. Now, once you're back on earth tell the Map to return home and let go. So take the map, i need to go speak to the chief for a bit. Thank you for being here and letting me help." Danny groans as he slowly gets up and walks over to the chief's tent.

"Do you think he's okay," Megan asks the group as Tim looks the rolled up map over.

Connor watches as Danny leaves, "He's low on energy. Like how Kryptonians are without yellow sunlight."

"Unfortunately we cant focus that right now, grab hands its time to go." They each take the others hand as Tim holds up the map, "take us to the Justice Leagues Watchtower on Earth." The map unfurls as a blue energy grows over the group as they begin floating and the scroll begins to drag them across the sky, a similar crack as before opens before them and swallows them up and the next couple of seconds are filled with blurred visions of vast green voids, purple doors and massive beasts lurking in the distance, the eyes following the team as the fly past.

As quickly as it began its over as a final crack tosses them out at a fast speed into the Justice Leagues cafeteria, scattering on impact and flinging food everywhere as the security systems begin to screech as the team sigh in relief.

"We're home..."

***

"So you mean to tell us you've been trapped on another planet for all this time," Barry asks as the members of young justice sit at the conference table with the other adult members of the justice league.

"Yes sir."

Batman is pensive as hes thinking, "and this entity called you by your names?"

"Mostly, he thought Kon el and I were our younger counterparts."

"Hnn."

Kid Flash leans over to Megan and whispers, "that's bat for I dont like this." Barry cuffs him over the head.

"So should I return the map to Danny?"

"Did someone say my name," a chipper young voice says as he sticks his head through the table, familiar glowing green eyes and white hair who freezes at the sight of the map, "how do you have that? B What's going on?"

"The young justice team has been stranded on a distant planet for several weeks, they just got back with the help of this artifact. Do you recognise it?"

"Course I do, don't know how you have it because its supposed to be with FB in the zone."

"Wait a second," megan exclaims, suddenly recognizing the static she was getting from him "You're Danny! What happened to Stelo?"

"Who?" That takes the wind out of her sails, "oh... i get whats going on here. Classic time travel, don't tell me anything. If you have the map then FB or I gave it to you for a reason. You should send it back."

"Do as he says Robin," Batman says nodding in understanding.

Tim takes the map in his hand, "go back home, uh... map?" He drops it as it unfurls and zooms off through another green crack. "What's all this about?"

"Dunno," Danny says as he leans back as he floats through the table, "hasn't happened yet."

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Authors note:

Little more detail on what happened between the gods in the Sheo'lp's tale. Their sun was going supernova and Phantom in a last ditch effort to save the planet wrapped his being around the planet as the sun exploded around them. His ice core cooling the suns now explosive heat, his body giving them stars to look at and his core to give them light. Their planet is essentially a terrarium surrounded by a critical nuclear reactor. Due to time dialation from earth to there hes been holding back the sun for over a thousands of years by the point YJ arrive.

The festival is a recreation of the fenton portal that they offer one of their own for Phantom to overshadow to partake in their food and drink as thanks. Once he runs out of energy from the crystals his overshadow breaks and he returns to his duty leaving the host with memories to later become the chief and lead their people with their knowledge.

[whoopsyeahokay]

Marshmallow Miles

summary: prompt fill. Wally needs to get the hell out of Split River. thankfully, he finds the perfect excuse and takes you along for the ride. (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut lite. fluff. AU - everybody is alive (zesty). lore established offscreen. same 'verse as Cuddle Bug.

bon reading, frens

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Marshmallow Miles

Wally spent the last 40 years haunting the high school. Then spent the last few months within the town limits, adjusting to being a regular student while he got his second chance at life organized. Principal Hartman, Ms. Chung, and Mrs. Moretz—the guidance counselor—banded together to help the formerly-dead reacclimate, and part of that means they all need to graduate.

Except, obviously, Mr. Martin, who Sheriff Baxter's keeping a tight leash on. Or Janet, wherever the hell she is.

Point being, Wally and his friends are still tethered to the place they hate most in the world. Even if there is a light at the end of the tunnel this time, they don't get to enjoy it until they walk across the stage, diplomas in hand.

Which means Wally? Is feeling somewhat-very claustrophobic. Skin too tight, walls closing in, suffocated and nauseous at the thought of having to spend another goddamn second in the town that killed him.

It's as he's listening to you, hanging onto your every word like psalms, that the idea strikes. Light. Bulb. Wausau? Claire's stepdad's ski lodge? You don't say!

He knows your birthday's coming up (Simon made sure to stick post-it notes in every single one of Wally's text- and notebooks to remind him) and he's been fretting over what to do for weeks. But this? This is it! Not only will Wally be able to celebrate you the way you deserve, doing something you seem genuinely keen on, he'll be able to put Split River in the rearview for a whole week.

Is it a little selfish to use your birthday as an excuse to escape? Kind of, sort of, maybe. But he's desperate to find out if he can have a life beyond this. Beyond Split River High and Number 57 and tragedy and discombobulating rise-agains. And the only person he wants to find anything out with, well, is you.

It's two-birds-one-stone, honestly, and don't you always praise his efficiency? Hell yeah, you do. His biggest fan. Besides, he will dote on you, treat you right, make you feel like the center of the universe because you are. At least, you're the center of his, and that's why he has to do this. To prove there's a future with him that has more potential than cultivating small town syndrome.

You catch him grinning that dopey little grin he gets when he's thinking about surprising you, but Maddie distracts you before you can question it. Which gives Wally the rest of lunch to plot into his tater tots.

Thank you, Maddie. Best wingwoman ever.

‗•‗

The plan comes together seamlessly. Everyone pitches in to help bring Wally's vision to life. Claire gives him the keys to her stepdad's lodge. Maddie and Charley morally support Wally as he shops for warm clothes in your size that he can smuggle in his own luggage so you stay in the dark for as long as possible.

Nicole and Rhonda, the unlikeliest of best buds, drag him into The Body Shop and Victoria's Secret—"imagine a romantic bubble bath after skiing all day?" Nicole coos. "Imagine undressing her on a bearskin rug in front of a fire." Rhonda smirks around her new vape.

That's. Really. All the convincing Wally needs to make a dent in the allowance Rodney gives him.

Wally even swallows his pride, puts on his most charming smile, and asks Xavier for his truck. He knows the only reason Xavier agrees is because it's for you, but still, a win is a win. With a general, "hurt her and I'll rip your balls off," from your platonic soulmate, Wally joyfully departs. Tosses the keys in the air and catches them, his chest feeling lighter than it has in decades.

Everything is packed in the truck and ready to go the night before. He called you earlier to impart the vaguest of instructions as to what you should bring, proud of himself for not giving anything away too soon. Even when you asked in that silly-sweet voice, pouting on the screen like a princess, "Please? At least give me a hint!"

No. No hints.

Like a child on Christmas, Wally can barely sleep, he's so excited, but he manages a few hours. Dreams of the world beyond Split River as if he's setting off on some grand adventure and not just driving a 3.5 hour span of state highway.

Tomorrow, Wally will experience a first. Something that was so far out of reach there was no point entertaining it because all it led to was disappointment and regret. Instead there were years upon years of distractions. Mock Trials and obituaries and looking at his feet when he should've looked back.

Wally sometimes wonders if those missed opportunities weren't the yellow brick road that brought him to you. Everyone else walked through The Door with him, but there's no sign of Dawn who crossed over. If Mr. Martin didn't do what he did, Wally might've moved on, and you and he wouldn't exist...

His heart lurches in his chest.

No sense ruminating. You have him. He has you. That's all that matters now. And tomorrow, Wally will have his first real taste of freedom with the only person he wants to share that moment with.

It's going to be perfect.

‗•‗

Wally picks you up just after sunrise. You're grumpy and sleepwarm and, Jesus, Wally loves you. Pouting at him like he's both a menace and your savior. Arms up, lower lip jutted out, a sweet demand of carry me before you slump into his embrace and force him to take your weight. Which he does, easily, big grin on his face as he toddler-carries you to the passenger side of Xavier's truck.

He bundles you in, sets you up with the softest blanket Claire found at Target—Yuri and Ajay not doing their jobs as devil's advocate at all as the cart filled up with Claire's suggestions. Honestly, Wally doesn't care. Especially not after your eyes brighten as you run your fingers over it, wiggling happily in your seat.

"You cozy, babygirl?" He asks as soon as he's behind the wheel and the smile you give him makes him fucking melt.

"You got me a blanket." You state, tucking yourself in more securely; shoes off, feet up, elbow on the console so you can lean over it and kiss Wally's cheek. "Thank you."

Wally blushes, he can't help it, and shrugs as if it's nothing. "I got you a bunch of things, baby," he says as he starts the truck, "Just wait and see. You're gonna feel like a princess, I promise."

You slip your hand into his, fingers laced, and he rests them on your thigh as he drives. Down the street, turn left, continue to the intersection of Main and 4th. Right on 4th, all the way to the end and then left on Pine. Drive until the highway onramp. Now Leaving Split River, We'll Miss You!

Oh God... Wally's heart pounds, blood rushing in his ears. This feels bigger than his first step off school property. Bigger than feeling air in his lungs and a drum in his chest after being hollow for so long.

Somehow, and Wally doesn't know how, you manage to talk him through pulling over, crawling over the console to plant yourself in his lap. Hands cradling his jaw, you press your forehead against his and guide him away from the edge of a panic attack.

"—got you, Wally, I'm right here, you're okay, shh, you're okay..." The steady cadence of your voice sharpens as his breathing regulates. He's holding you like a lifeline, arms fastened around your waist, heaving great gulps of air as he trembles slightly.

"I'm sorry, baby," He gasps and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Nuh-uh, no apologies, Wally Clark," You say firmly. There's a lull before you chuckle, gentle and kind, "Hey, this was a lot better than the night you first stepped across the school boundary line, right?"

Fuck, that was a mess. However, Wally wasn't alone when that happened. Charley and Rhonda and Yuri, Mr. Martin and Ajay, Mina, they were all there too, equally as overwhelmed. Rhonda threw up on Quinn's shoes. Charley passed all the way out. Yuri and Ajay were fine, fuck them, but Mina just...screamed. And then laughed. Then cried. Then screamed some more, listening to the sound ricochet off the surrounding buildings in a way it wouldn't have days before The Door.

Wally snorts, "Yeah. Sure," and finally peeks up at you. Your thumbs stroke his cheeks that he realizes belatedly feel damp. Is he crying? Weak. But you aren't judging him, simply gazing at him like he hung the moon; you're perfect person, the man you love most, and Wally's chest swells. "We're out of Split River," Wally croaks.

You beam at him, "We're out of Split River."

Holy fuck. He's out of Split River.

‗•‗

After climbing out of the truck to holler into the ether. To chase each other around the Now Leaving sign. To grab you, spin you around and fall into the grass as you and he laugh and laugh and laugh, Wally finally gets the show back on the road.

Once again, he tucks you into your seat, takes your hand, checks his mirrors and then pulls back onto the highway, the town that raised him then witnessed his death becoming a speck in the background with every mile marker you and he pass.

He lifts your hand, grazes a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes on the road and his mind on you and everything he has planned for this trip. At the halfway point, he stops for gas, shadows you as you browse the aisles for exactly the right snacks. Fondly gazes after you the whole time as you make tough decisions: Nerds or Twizzlers? Cookies or chocolate? Wally, do I want a vanilla or butterscotch pudding with my Oreos? Because that's a normal combination, what?

He's absolutely no help at all, too busy mooning over you as you flutter between the fridge and the chest freezer, babbling about how integral to your mood it is to pick the right snack. To cover for the fact that he isn't paying attention, Wally grabs a bag of marshmallows off one of the shelves when you call him out for not listening.

"These." He says, holding the bag up and then glancing at the graham crackers and Hershey's displayed at eye-level. "Maybe these?"

"You wanna make s'mores in the truck?" You ask, dubious.

"No," Wally saves himself, "Just these," and he jiggles the bag of marshmallows. They're the jumbo kind; the kind he used to bet his cousin Dennis to eat five of in one bite or else he couldn't play Wally's Magnavox Odyssey.

You consider the marshmallows for a moment and then, with a decisive nod, "And hot chocolate."

"And hot chocolate," Wally agrees, following you around the shop to the coffee station.

Wally pays for everything, hip-butting you (carefully, no spills) out of the way when you try to pass the cashier your card. He takes the bag and the tray of hot chocolate and still holds the door open for you with his heel. No fucking way is his princess lifting a finger on her birthday-slash-Wally's-freedom trip.

For every mile, you dip a marshmallow in your hot chocolate—dipping Wally's as well and feeding him, giggling when he nips or sucks the gooey sugar from your fingertips. It's silly and sweet and Wally basks in every second of it. Every second of your off-key singing, your trivia answers, your arguments over which is better, Thunderbirds or Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons.

"You know, I have been catching up on TV shows, right?" Wally laughs, "You can use better examples."

"What's wrong with puppets, Wally? Are you a pupaphobist?"

Wally barks a laugh, "That's not a thing!"

"It definitely is a thing," And you wield your phone, flashing Google as Exhibit A. "So? Are you? Just say it, you hate Jim Henson and everything he stood for."

And it's amazing. It's anything and everything and so much more than Wally could've ever hoped for. Even the quiet intervals when the sugar wears off and the early wakeup call catches up to you; your body curled up in your seat awkwardly just so you can angle yourself right to rest your head on the console and place Wally's hand in your hair.

Adorable little diva.

As you doze, Wally watches the scenery drift by, his lungs expanding more and more with every mile he puts between himself and Split River.

Eventually, he turns off the highway and onto the backroads without you noticing a thing. His fingers card through your hair, trace the shape of your jaw and cheek as he absorbs the softness of the moment and tucks it away behind his ribs. Safe and sound, to be pulled out and cherished when he's alone.

When he parks, he's reluctant to wake you. So, he doesn't. Not immediately. Rather, he spends a few minutes just resting himself, sinking down a little in the driver's seat. Then slants sideways, curls over and around you to kiss your ear, cheek, jaw.

He couldn't dim his smile if he tried, enamored when you protest at first, but then sigh, realize where you are and who you're with before groggily chuckling at Wally's antics.

"Surprise, baby girl," He whispers, letting you sit up so you can take in your surroundings.

The look on your face tells Wally he did a good job. The way you tackle him into the inside of his door and kiss him tells him he's going to have to start planning next year's surprise tomorrow, because, fuck yeah, this is exactly the reaction he's looking for.

Getting out of the truck and staring at Claire's stepdad's lodge; at the trees and the snow and the vast expanse of sky, it hits him again like a ton of bricks.

Holy fuck. He's out of Split River!

‗•‗

He doesn't wait to celebrate. As soon as he closes the door behind him, he reels you in, kisses you deep and hungry while you're only halfway out of your jacket. That's okay, he helps you get it the rest of the way off, along with everything else.

"Let me make you feel good, baby," He whispers against your skin, hands everywhere, his hips rolling into yours as he pins you to the wall beside the door. "Let me show you how much I love you..."

Wally kisses you deep, hungry, groaning into your mouth as he keeps grinding his hard cock against you, fuck, you get him going like nothing else. All you have to do is breathe in his direction and his pants tent.

Heat courses through him, curls tight in his belly and flushes outward to his limbs, God, he needs you. Now. Right fucking now, baby, come on. He carries you to the enormous kitchen island, peels your leggings and panties off and has his lips on you and tongue in you faster than you can cry out his name.

"So sweet, baby," He moans into your pussy, panting, not bothering to breathe in his greed for your taste and pleasure. "Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you."

He spears his tongue in and out of you before teasing little circles around your clit, his fingers plunging into you in place of his tongue. Wally could do this all day and never get tired; the sounds you make, the way you writhe and beg for him, Jesus, he can't imagine ever wanting anything else.

Cruel, desperate, he doesn't care what you call it, he stops right as you're about to come, shoves his sweatpants just below his balls and drags your hips off the counter to punch his cock into you. His head falls back as soon as he feels you around him, so tight and hot, "Fuck, yes, baby, so good for me."

And he sets a frenzied pace, unable to keep himself in check now that he has you like this. His fingers dig into your lovehandles, your legs hooked over his elbows. He's grunting, you're mewling your pleasure, and Wally about loses it before you do. But he doesn't. He's better than that, fucks you like a beast until you scream and shake and squirt around his cock.

It's game over after that. No way can he hold on, his body tensing, hips grinding, as he spills deep inside you. Carefully, he sits you more firmly on the counter and leans in to kiss you, soft, sated, a little blissdrunk in the afterglow. Bodies pressed together, slowly recovering, Wally strokes the arches of your cheeks with his thumbs and gives you a muzzy smile.

"You're my whole world, you know that?" He tells you and then captures your lips in a kiss that quickly turns heated, "I'll do anything for you, baby." Fuck, he's already getting worked up again, needs more of you, always needs more. "I'll die all over again if you asked me to."

"Wally..." You gasp when he rocks his hips forward, driving his cock back into you.

It's just after sundown before you and he finally check out what's beyond the open kitchen/living room space, the table and couch and ottoman and, shit, bearskin rug fully christened in sweat and come.

You and he jump on the beds with childlike glee, music blaring on speakers that cost more than Rodney's mortgage. Claire explicitly forbade Wally from using the master suite so, taking that into consideration, that's the first bedroom he fucks you in—from behind, driving his hips forward while he pulls you back against him. What? He'll do the necessary laundry.

If he remembers...

‗•‗

After a supper of haphazardly thrown together and grossly microwaved nachos, Wally snuggles you between his legs on one of the Adirondack chairs outside, under a thick blanket and dressed accordingly in the thermals and sweater and fuzzy socks he secretly bought and brought for you.

The fire pit blazes, the stars above twinkle, and the land around is a peaceful kind of dark. Not the ominous, suffocating dark Wally grew accustomed to in the confines of the school. The comfortable silence between you and him is accentuated by the crackle and pop of the fire, the scene so peaceful, Wally has to wonder if he ever experienced any such feeling before.

His arms tighten around you and he presses a kiss to your cheek from behind, watching the flames dance as you lance another marshmallow on your stick.

Tomorrow is your birthday and he intends to take you skiing. Or, when he knows you'll diplomatically decide to trade skis for slippers, he'll bring you back here at noon and spoil you rotten with presents and a homecooked meal; that bubble bath Nicole suggested (thank you, Nicole), and a long night on that bearskin rug (thank you Rhonda).

It's going to be an incredible week, he assures himself. And on Saturday, the others will arrive while he takes you into the resort town to explore so they can set up your big surprise party. Yuri will grill in a t-shirt, and Charley will force everyone to play '90s boardgames he died too soon to play, and Rhonda will make everyone take shots whenever Wally gives you heart eyes just to watch the messiness unfurl.

Claire will probably reprimand him for fucking in her parents' bedroom, but Wally doesn't care. Because it means he celebrated you right. That you and he had fun. That there's evidence of the fact that, for the first time in 40 years, holy fuck, Wally made it out of Split River!

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a smutty flashfic explaining how not. clingy. Wally is even when he thinks you're mad at him but won't tell him why.

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Darling Obsessed (Yandere Wally x Reader)

This particular Yandere Wally is by @qep0ermint because I love the art and I want to mess with Yanlly so badly—

Anyway, uh, warnings: yandere Wally and Reader, obsessive behavior, sadistic tendencies from Reader, Yanlly has no idea Reader knows of his feelings and reciprocates, suggestive themes, body horror, bit gory descriptions, romantic idealization of cannibalism? (Listen, Reader is also not all right up there, ok? Gimme a break, this is how I write most my yanderes)

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"You're always so sweet, Darling~"

"H-hah... Thank you...!"

And there he goes, all red faced, all tight muscles and tense shoulders. He's like a string stretched to the max, stretched so good you know it'll ricochet beautifully once you snap it. And that's exactly what you want to do with the gentleman standing in front of you, looking like he's not sure if he wants to step away to regain his breathing or stay nearby and bask in your presence.

You take the choice from him—more like he gave the choice to you the moment your eyes met and his took the shape of hearts—and step closer. Close enough to feel a body's warmth but not close enough to touch—the sweetest torture for a man of manners who swore to only ever start physical contact with clear permission. Feeling extra mischievous, you allow your breath to come out of your mouth, a directed gust of wind to his exposed collar.

Oh, isn't the way he trembles just the most darling thing?

Makes you want to bite him.

"No, really, how can I ever thank you for your thoughtfulness?" You ask sweetly, bringing a hand up to tidy up his tattered scarf, a pleasant shiver going down your spine at the way his breath hitches.

"N... No need..." He mutters, breathless just as you when he thinks you can't see his crazed grin.

If only he knew the things he does to you. How you want to run a finger up and down his chest just to watch him squirm and tremble. How you want to bite his neck and arms until he has no choice but to walk around with scars of your teeth. How you want to tease him until his legs give and tears run down his pretty face. How you want to burn your name on his back and brand him as yours. How you want to bite off one of his fingers to always have a piece of him with you. How you want to force your blood down his throat so he can only ever remember the taste of you. How you want to open his ribcage and crawl inside and use his chest as your forever bed—

"Oh, hi Neighbor! And Cousin!" Julie's voice snaps you out of your thoughts and oh

Oh.

Wally is clearly not breathing, probably hasn't been for a good minute or so, how could he? How could he when you have been pulling on his scarf until he has no choice but bend until your heads are a few inches apart?

This darling man simply can't deny you anything, after all. He'd die a blissful death by your hands if you allowed. You would never, of course, you want him alive and breathing and trembling and drooling and screaming your claim so loud the universe echoes it back. But the mere knowledge he'd happily allow you to take— he'd happily give you his life is exhilarating. As things often are with him.

Letting go of his scarf—not without a last tug to hear the low whine he tries to muffle at the back of his throat—, you turn around and give Julie a big smile and a bigger hug. You love your neighbors, after all! You'd kill for them given the chance.

"Julie! Are you back from your adventure for inspiration?"

"Yep, yep! I've got so many new ideas!" Julie giggles, squeezing you on her enthusiasm. "I was looking for you to share my ideas, but if you're busy, we can do it later!"

"Well..." You turn your head to look at your darling gentleman, but there is no one standing there. Poor thing must've ran away to calm his heart. "It seems I'm free."

"Wow, Cousin just went poof! I don't know how he does it!" Julie finally let's go of you only to grab your hands. "Well, we can invite him when we see him again! Y'know, I think he has a big crush on you," she whispers in a volume only Julie Joyful would call a whisper.

"Really?" You ask, amused, allowing the girl to pull you by the hand. "Darling has a crush on me?"

"Mhm~ He gets all red in the face when you're near, it's cute!" Oh, if only she knew. "You two would be cute together! Though, why do you call him by his surname?"

"Oh, you know... He's just such a darling~"

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I saw that your emoji requests open and wanted to ask if you could do 📱, 📷, and 💕 for Wally or Roy? Please and thank you!

HI! of course and your very welcome!!

i’m writing this on my tiny phone so please ignore any spelling errors lol!

📱-how often they call you

📷-their camera roll

💕- their favorite things about you

Roy calls you pretty often, especially if he hasn’t seen you that day.

he likes to check in and make sure your still alive and well, he worries even if he claims he doesn’t!

usually at night if your not spending it together, he’ll call you before you go to bed. he likes to have late night conversations where you two just talk about nothing and everything.

Roys camera roll…full of photos of Lian!!! and it’s so cute too, if you ever want to see a picture of her, don’t worry! he’s got an album with over 1,500 photos of just his baby.

he has a photo album full of family and friends too, mostly full of the titans (I do not like the outlaws w/ him)

he has a lot of random shitposts from twitter saved to, he likes to send them to you and his friends, he either saves them for later or just forgets to delete them.

If you have freckles…roy loves them.

he also thinks glasses are really hot, and loves when/if you wear them! I think he might wear contacts himself.

I see him as a huge thigh guy, he loves loves loves pudgy (is that the right word) thighs.

Wally calls you a lot …. you’ll check your phone and you’ll see 7 missed calls and 23 messages just from him!

he just wants to make sure your safe…and not bored…and hydrated…

he likes to call you while driving home!

He has a full camera roll of random things. things he finds cool, weird, pretty or anything that reminds him of you!

he also has LOTS of photos of you! he has an album dedicated to just you. whether they be random photos he’s taken without you noticing or preplanned photos.

Tooth gaps! Wally thinks tooth gaps are really really cute! if you wear braces he definitely wants to choose the color for you once or twice.

stretch marks…he will drool over stretch marks if you have any. he often traces over them with his fingers.

curly hair ! he love love loves curly hair and loves to wrap it around his fingers.

Sorry Wallys is kinda short >_<

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Just wanna hear you scream

18+ MDNI

In honor of finally hitting 150 followers, enjoy

CW: smut, mask kink, riding, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, and spanking.

It was October 200something fall had officially arrived in Split River, Wisconsin. While most people enjoy this time of year, it's kind of difficult when you aren't among the living. So while the living were getting ready for Halloween weekend, the ghost had their own plans to join in the festivities. With Friday being movie night, all movies were Halloween themed, ranging from the classics to downright scary. The person who picked the movie rotated every week, so it was finally your turn to pick the movie. It was the week before Halloween, and you decided to watch a classic horror, Scream. You were the resident horror fan while you were alive and carried that title into the afterlife.

It absolutely crushed you on missing out on the latest horror movies being released, but were thankful that the school got copies of the movies on dvds. So once Friday rolled around, it was finally time to witness what was going on in the horror world during the 90's. You have overheard some of the living talking about how good it was and you were intrigued. The gym was already set up for movie night. While Mr. Martin is typically against horror movies, he let it slide for October because tis the season. As the movie starts, you walks towards the couch where Wally is currently sitting on and he reaches out towards you and pulls you into his lap. Getting settled in his arms and wrapping a blanket around both of you and reaching down on the table to grab a bowl of popcorn. Your eyes were instantly glued to the movie playing in front of you and occasionally you and Wally would feed each other popcorn. “Gross.” You can hear Rhonda say from where she was sitting in front of you on the floor. You leaned down to hear and whispered “Don't worry Rons, I'll totally save you.” You let out a giggle as she playfully slaps you away from her. Settling back in Wally's lap continuing to be engrossed in the movie. Unbeknownst to you, someone was definitely watching you more than the movie.

Wally tried to feed you more popcorn, but you swatted away his hands and at that he stopped trying and handed the bowl off to Rhonda who was sitting in front of the couch. Wally then started to observe you, he noticed the way your eyes lit up when Sidney managed to escape from the killer, the way they widened when the killers were revealed. Another he noticed was the way your thighs clinched together when seeing Ghostface appeared on the screen and the way your breath hitched hearing the voice modulator being used by Stu and Billy. Wally made a mental note of that locking it away in his memories. Once the credits started to roll, you instantly turned to face him and asked him what he thought of the movie. A smile broke on his lips and he replied “I think it was a good movie.” “Good? Just good.” You replied. Wally chuckled “I'm not as well versed in horror movies as you are Hun.” You blushed and hid your face into his chest. Wally chuckled and held you closer.

It was the week of Halloween and you were buzzing with excitement because it is your favorite time of year. Not everyone was keen on Halloween as you were. From stealing decorations from the living world to eat your body weight in candy and the annual dance that Mr. Martin put together for everyone. Wally was a tad bit distant, but it wasn't obviously noticeable. You both had plans to go to the dance together and then spend the rest of the night alone. You really didn't pay too much mind in Wally's small absences because you chopped it up to be that maybe he was planning on something special for you because he's kept you away from the little hide out you both share.

It was finally Halloween! The night of the dance and you were thrumming with energy. You and Wally had the perfect couples costume as Sidney and Billy from Scream. As much as you would have loved for Wally to dress up as Ghostface, Mr. Martin had a no mask policy for the dance. Which you understood…kind of, but you settled for the next best idea. Since it was just your small group the dance was held in the library. You and Wally arrived together, both of you taking in your surroundings and noticed how nice it came together. You spotted Rhonda and Charley near the punch bowl and made a beeline over to them. Wally is left on his own until he spots Ajay, Jonah, and one of the twins he couldn't remember which one was which since they were scarily identical. He made his way over to them and joined in the conversation. As the night progressed you and Wally had your fair share of candy, spiked drink or two and dancing. You were growing a bit tired and kind of over the dance. While finishing your last dance, Wally leaned down and whispered in your ear “Do you want to get out of here?” You immediately nodded and he took that chance holding your hand and sneaking out of the library when no one was watching.

Wally led you to your little hiding spot that he kept you away from the entire week. When you finally arrived in your spot under the stage in the auditorium and the door closed by Wally. He was on you faster than you could blink. His lips crashed onto yours and his hands were fumbling around your body trying to remove your clothes. You pulled away from him and gasped for air. He tried to chase your lips, but you put your finger up to his lips to stop him which resulted in him pouting. Breathing hard you asked, “Wally, what has gotten into you?” While pouting he said, “You look so good hun. I just had to have you.” You rolled your eyes at him and he still was pouting at you. “Please can I kiss you?” He begged. You were a sucker for begging which Wally knew and he always used it to his advantage. “Fine.” You grumbled while caving in. He smirked and went right back into kissing you. He guided you to the couch and stopped. His hands danced at the bottom hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. His eyes widened noticing you weren't wearing a bra, his hands danced down your body leaving goosebumps in its wake while he reached the waistband of your pants. He quickly undid the button and stepped back so you could step out of your pants. You were just left in your lacy black underwear which you knew Wally loved. His eyes scanned your body and noticed your panties and let out a quiet groan.

You giggled and he asked, “what's so funny hun?” You replied, “It looks like you are really over dressed while I'm barely even dressed.” He chuckled, “Well, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.” You blushed at his boldness. With that he began to strip himself of his clothing, joining you in just underwear. He asked you one favor “Close your eyes for me? I have a surprise for you.” You immediately does what he asks and he gets what he needs for the surprise. Once he's settled on the couch without his boxers and he says “You can open your eyes now.” You open your eyes, letting them readjust to your surroundings. Once they were clear a gasp left your lips. There on the couch was Wally in a Ghostface mask. You were shocked, no one knew of your kink. You never mentioned it to anyone, not even Wally because you weren't too sure how'd he react, but this told you a lot more than you cared to ask.

“What's the matter Hun? Looks like you've seen a Ghost.” Wally spoke. Instantly your knees were weak for him. You had no words. He reached a hand out to you and pulled you to him. His fingers ghosted the waistband of your panties, his fingers would dip into the waistband teasing you. It was driving you insane and you finally had enough and whined out “Please just take them off.” He obeyed your pleading and removed your panties so quickly and led you to step out of them. He pulled you down to his lap and lifted you just for a moment to line up his cock to your cunt. He slowly set you down on top of his dick and both of you moaned at the feeling of it. You took him slowly until you were fully seated on him to the hilt.

You began to ride him and letting the ecstasy fill the room. His hands were blindly trying to find your hips, and it wasn't until you grabbed them and placed them on your hips. Once he gave them a gentle squeeze just to make sure, he began to help you ride him. Moans, groans and grunts began to fill the room as well as the smell of sweat and sex. You whined “Wally I'm so fucking close.” Each roll of your hips, he matched by thrusting up into you. He slowed down and that caused you to cry out of frustration. “Walls, what are you doing?” You cried. He didn't say anything just slowly rolling his hips and keeping this annoying pace. It was driving you insane and lead you to begging. “Please Walls, please.” You had no idea what you were pleading for but it had to be better than this. He finally snapped his hips hard up into you. Bring back his pace up hard and his hands gripping harder on your hips. You cried out “Thank you” over and over again. One of Wally's hands left your hips and gripped your throat. Lightly choking you at first, then he slowly started to add more pressure. The faster he drives his hips up into you the pressure he applied to your throat. He knew the correct way to choke you without hurting you, he knew exactly how hard to squeeze to get you to that sweet spot. You trusted him and vice versa. You were getting closer and closer to the edge. The tip of his cock kept hitting your g-spot over and over again. Before he administered the last squeeze that would tip you over, he gazed deeply into your eyes looking for any signs that you were uncomfortable with this. When your eyes fully connected, he knew that you were okay with everything and so far gone getting close into subspace. He noticed how your eyes were glossy and glazed over. With that he gave the final squeeze while he thrusted up into you and let go once he felt you clenching down on him and cumming. You cried out his name and gasped for air. You rolled your hips while coming down from your high. Wally thrust kept meeting yours until he held you down and cummed into you. You whined loudly, overstimulated and lightly hit his chest. “ I know hun, I know.” He mocked you and gave your ass a spank. Once he finally came down from his high, he removed the mask and pulled you into his chest. He rubbed your back while humming your favorite song to bring you back down from your high. Your breathing turned back to normal and you were no longer shaking in his hold. Wally lifted your chin up, “ Welcome back, Princess. Are you okay?” He asked, which you nodded, but Wally wasn't too happy with that. Another spank to your ass and a whine left your lips. “ What the hell was that for?” He replied, “I asked you how you were doing and you know to answer me with words.” “Oh.” You said shyly. “Yeah, oh.” He chuckled. “I'm doing fine, babe.” You finally spoke and Wally was pleased with that answer. “I didn't hurt you, did I?” He asked. “No sir.” You replied and felt Wally dick twitch at that. You didn't mention it. “Where did you even find a Ghostface mask?” You asked him. “ In Principal Hartman’s office. Looks like he confiscated one from a student.” He said. He carefully pulled out of you and rearranged the both of you to lay down on the couch. You wanted to ask him how he knew about your kink, but you were growing very tired. You could ask him about it tomorrow.

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Just Wally

modern!alive!wally clark x fem reader

Summary: Wally is energetic, popular, and a social butterfly. She's the total opposite. But when he's with her, he gets to be Just Wally. Fluff!

A/N - This is the first oneshot I've ever written, and it's a little bit all over the place at first, but I hope I did okay!

Wally walks into the party, the smell of body odour, alcohol, and weed filling his senses. His eyes scan the foyer. It was supposed to be 80s themed, but as he looked around, his first thoughts weren't "Wow, this is such a cool party!" but more along the lines of, "Why does this look like something from a John Hughes movie?".

She was his polar opposite. He was loud, she was quiet. He was popular, she tended to dedicate her time trying to blend in like a chameleon. He was golden retriever. She was black cat. Clichè? Maybe. But he wouldn't have it any other way. She's standing there, by the back patio door, probably so she can bolt if needed. She was on theme. Of course she was. She had a habit of taking things seriously. Sometimes too seriously, in Wally's opinion. But he didn't mind. He had made it a personal goal to make her smile whenever he had the chance. Sure, the whole bored and slightly intimidating 'resting bitch face' thing was attractive, everything about her was to him, but her smile? That was his favourite thing in the entire world.

It was a college party, obviously he didn't expect much, but as he looked around at the group of tipsy girls across from him, he wondered why they even bothered making this party themed if the majority of the people would be dressing like they're allergic to clothes, skirts so short that they could probably pass as belts, instead of making an attempt to dress up in 80s fashion. With a sigh, he adjusts his letterman, and least he somewhat fit the part, right? He had better, it took ages to get his hair styled just right. But as he walks further into the house, he sees her. The whole reason he came to this thing in the first place. He can't stop the stupid grin from appearing on his face.

He starts making his way towards her, greeting his peers with friendly smiles and occasional high fives, carefully threading through the hoards of college students. Then as he gets close enough, he takes a moment just to admire her. Then he seems to realize he's staring like some idiot, and straightens up. He tries to look casual as he walks over. Feigning nonchalance as he shoots her a lazy smile, leaning against the wall next to her. She glances up, and his world starts spinning.

"Hey" Wally says. He glanced at her outfit, denim jeans and matching jacket, a Def Leppard band tee. "You look really nice, very 80s." Then he internally cringes because, no shit Sherlock, it's an 80s themed party. But she looks slightly amused, and all of his thoughts fade away as butterflies fill his stomach.

"I would hope so," she says, the corners of her lips tilting up into a small smirk. "It's an 80s themed party, after all."

Wally's attempts at nonchalance are thrown out the window as he gives her a big goofy grin, his eyes lighting up. "Oh, is it?" He asks in mock surprise. "Well, I guess that explains why this place looks like Ferris Bueller is hosting." And that does it, she gives him an amused smile, a small huff of laughter bubbling from her lips. He feels like he just won a prize, that smile practically turning him into a puddle. But it's gone all too fast, her usual stoic expression back on her face.

"You nailed the hair, by the way." She says. Wally was so excited by her compliment, and the fact that she noticed, *noticed*, his hair that took way too long to style that evening.

"Really? Thanks! It took forever, honestly. And I almost couldn't do it because I couldn't find any gel, but luckily my dad had some leftover for whatever reason. I don't even know why, he never styles his hair. I was hoping that- nevermind." He was babbling like an idiot. Smooth, Wally. Real smooth.

She doesn't seem to mind. Too busy eyeing the party in front of her with an unsatisfied look.

"Not a fan of the party?" He asks, tilting his head.

She shakes her head. "Nah, my friend convinced me to come with them. But they ditched me the second we arrived. Typical."

Wally nods. That made sense. He didn't think she would ever willingly go to a party.

'Wanna go outside? I don't think there's many people out there, nice and quiet." He asks, silently praying that she'll say yes. She nods, and he has to resist to urge to fist pump the air.

As they sit in a comfortable silence outside on the stairs of the deck, he studies her. He never quite knew what she was feeling. She was always so quiet, stoic, reserved. He wondered if she had any idea how he felt about her. She had to have some sort of an idea, right? He wasn't exactly very good at hiding it. So, did she feel the same? If she even felt a fraction of what he did for her, he'd be over the moon. He couldn't help it, he's never felt this way for anyone. This girl in front of him changed something in him. Wally was popular, and that was cool and all, but with her it felt like he could just be himself. Just Wally, and it was enough. And he appreciated that more than anything. He actually didn't even know that he needed someone like that, not until he met her. This girl beside him, she made him feel like he was floating. He didn't think it was possible to feel so warm and fuzzy just from thinking about someone, but with her, he did.

"Hey..." He starts. "I used to never know what you were feeling. But you have an Achilles heel. It's your eyes. They give away so much more than you'd want them to." He doesn't know where he's going with this, but she looks over at him, her gaze soft and her eyes vulnerable, and he doesn't really care about making a cheesy fool of himself anymore. He just wants her.

That's how Wally knew he had to do something about this. He couldn't imagine his future without her, and he hadn't even confessed yet. And letting her slip through his fingers? That was a scary thought. So with a deep breath, he smiles nervously at her. This was just Wally. Not popular, overconfident Wally. Just Wally.

He continues. "You're different. You let me be me. Nobody's ever really done that before. And I like how you're yourself around me, too." She's smiling a bit, and he matches it with one of his own. "You're quiet and frustratingly mysterious, but I like that. Because you're unapologetically you. You've never put on a mask around me, never forced yourself to match my energy. And I don't know...I..." He takes another breath. "I really, really like you. And I want to be there for you, I want to make you smile, and laugh, and roll your eyes. I also want to sit in silence with you, appreciate your adorable permanently grumpy face..." He grins as she raises a brow at him, shooting him a mock glare. "I just want to be with you, honestly, and if you'll let me I'll be-" he's cut off by the feel of her lips pressing gently against his own.

Time stands still. He knows that's cheesy, something he'd read in a romance novel, but it's true. Because all that really matters right now, is her. His arms wrap around her, pulling her close to his chest, almost protectively. And she fits so perfectly, he's convinced that she was made to be there, in his arms. He kisses her with a tenderness, like he was afraid he might break her. He wouldn't, he knows that of course. She's one of the most resilient people he knows. His brain is fuzzy, and every touch makes his body tingle with electricity. He doesn't quite know how to describe it, but he feels dizzy, overwhelmed by her, but he never wants to stop. A million butterflies are in his stomach, in his chest. And as they pull away for air, he rests his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as he basks in her presence.

After a while, she speaks. Her voice soft. Quiet. "I really, really like you too, Wally. I know I don't show it much, but I love spending time with you." She pauses, and then with a small smile, she continues. "I lied earlier. My friend didn't force me to come here. I knew you'd be here, and wanted to see you."

Wally blinks, another stupid smile on his face. He lets out a huff of laughter, kissing her cheek. "I'm that irresistible, huh?" He can't help it, he's still Wally.

She smiles, playfully scoffing, and he doesn't think he'll ever see a more beautiful sight. He then whispers softly, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

"So...will you be mine?"

And as she says her next words, Wally finally feels complete.

"Only if you'll be mine."

A/N - Thank you so much for reading! Feedback is always appreciated, and I'll probably be writing more in the future! If you have any requests or ideas please don't hesitate to let me know!

[schoolspiritsfan14]

I Can Make Pancakes For You Forever 🥞

A/n: So, I was doing my re watch of the show and the scene where Wally tells Maddie that he would make pancakes for her forever melted my heart. What a sweetheart. Maddie is a better woman than me because if he said that to me, I would have melted into a puddle 😂. So, this is just a quick lil story inspired by that when Wally does make you pancakes.

CW & Info: mentions of sex, fluff, Alive AU (Wally isn’t dead, yay)  Wally Clark x fem reader

Summary: After spending your first night with Wally he makes you pancakes the next morning. 

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You slowly begin to wake up from a deep sleep when memories of the previous night flood in your head. It was your first time with Wally- well first time ever. He was so kind and patient with you and making sure if you were okay. He asked if he was hurting you when he began thrusting into you. He worshiped you like you hung the moon and all the stars in the galaxy. When you were finished, he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, giving you little kisses along your forehead and cuddle you until you drifted off into a deep sleep. 

You roll over and feel the side of the bed where Wally was, only to find it empty. Then the smell of pancakes wafted through the crack in the door. He was making you breakfast. You got out of bed and put your dressing gown on. You check your hair in the mirror and quickly try to fix your bedhead before exiting your bedroom and walking to the kitchen. 

Wally is at the stove his to you, flipping the next batch of pancakes. “You’re making pancakes? I didn’t even know I had any pancake mix” you ask like it’s not the most obvious thing.

Wally turns to face you taking the final pancake out of the pan and placing it with the others to cool. “You didn’t I made them from scratch.” He says putting the ingredients he used back in the cupboard. “Wait, is this weird that I made you breakfast? I know we have been going out for a while but it’s my first time staying over. I should have asked you first. I’m sorry-“

“It’s really sweet, Wally. Thank you.” you said interrupting him. “How long have you been up? I could have helped you with all of this.” You scan across your kitchen at everything Wally has done. He cut fruit and fresh coffee on top of making pancakes from scratch. 

He opens the cupboard where the plates are kept and takes two down and places them on the dining room table “You looked so beautiful I didn’t want to wake you.” Wally blushed, remembering how you looked when he got out of your bed. 

He sits you down at the table and brings the food from the kitchen. “So, I didn’t know what you like on your pancakes, so I just did a bit of everything.” He says gesturing down to the plate of fruit. “I’m kinda a banana on my pancakes type but I cut up all the fruit you had in the fridge.”

“Oh, bananas on pancakes are superior but I do love blueberries and strawberries on pancakes too.” You begin to take some pancakes from the stack and put them on the plate in front of you.

You and Wally begin eating, talking about things you could do with each other throughout the day. “These pancakes are heavenly babe.” You murmur stuffing the next bite into your mouth. 

“I can make pancakes for you every morning. I could make you pancakes forever.” He expressed stroking the pad of thumb along your cheek.

You look him in his eyes and smile. Wally is sitting there in front of you professing he would make pancakes for you every morning forever. No one has ever made you feel that way. Ever. In that moment, you knew. You wanted that too. “Why don’t you make pancakes for me forever. Move in with me?” you suggested.

With no hesitation he said, “Hell yeah I will sweetheart.” He stands up and hugs you from behind giving you kisses into your hair. “Come with me, we gotta celebrate like right now!” 

“But I haven’t even finished my-“

“That’s what microwaves are for love.” He interrupts you. 

He gently grabs your hands and picks you up bridal style and rushes towards your room. You laugh as he struggles to open the sliding door of your room. “Here babe, I got it.” you slide open the door and he gently tosses you down on the bed. 

“Oh yeah. I could get used to this, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear then his warm lips meet yours, kissing you hard and soft.

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[jadegrey711]

Okay how about some Wally smut buuttt

Like imagine this is to the time all ghosts are alive just so it makes more sense. Like reader is either Charley or Rhonda’s younger sibling and has a huge crush on Wally but like Charley or Rhonda who ever told Wally to like keep his fingers off because reader was a virgin and Wally was a hungry jock. And ofc he tried to get reader to fuck hun

So like virginity taking and dom wally ? Please?

A/N: Ask and you shall recieve dear anon. This one turned out LOONNGG, so strap yourselves in everyone! I worked very hard on this one hopefully our dear Wally Clark is dom enough for you Anon!

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You were chatting with your friend, when you heard the sound of his arm hitting the locker, making you jump slightly before turning around.

"Well well if it isn't my favorite Rosen sister."

"Hi Wally." You said, quickly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Fuck Wally loved when you did that kind of shit. Acting so shy and demure. He wanted nothing more than to see if this little innocent act you put on was real. And if it was? Oh fuck there's nothing more he'd like to do than to make you as filthy as he was.

"How are you today, Peaches?" He asked with a grin plastered to his face. "Didn't miss me too much did ya?"

You let out a small giggle. "Why would I miss you? We just saw it each other during third period?"

"Yeah but now it's after lunch. That's a long time without seeing your pretty face." He started to reach out but stopped himself from touching you just as Rhonda rounded the corner.

"Clark." She said curtly. "Don't you have some where better to be? I'm sure the other jocks miss you, since you all share the same brain cell."

"Rhonda. That's not very nice." You whispered looking back at Wally who took it in stride.

Wally gave a flourished bow, making you grin. "Thank you Rhonda for thinking I have a brain cell. It's by far the best compliment I've gotten from you."

Rhonda's lip curled before she gave a tight smile. "Guess I'm going to have to think of something more insulting the next time we meet." Rhonda said in a chipper voice. "And stay away from my sister, Clark." She said with finality as she looped her arm with yours before pulling you away.

"As you wish Rosen. See you in third period, Peaches."

You turned back towards Wally and gave him another one of your shy smiles, before rounding the corner with Rhonda.

...

"Why are you always so mean to him, Rhonda?"

"Because guys like that are trouble with a capital "T". He’s literally gone through all the girls in our year. And I don’t want to see you get hurt by him.” 

“Why would you think he’d hurt me?”

“Because there’s only one thing that that boy wants and you’re likely to get a disease giving it to him.” She said with a disgusted sniff. 

“He can’t be that bad.” You said softly.

“He is. So, please.” Rhonda said pulling you aside, putting her hands on your arms as an added emphasis that she was dead serious about this. “Can you promise me that you’re not going to talk to him anymore?” 

You let out a snort. “Rhonda, I'm only a year younger than you and you can’t tell me what to do. Especially not who to talk to. Wally is a harmless flirt and I don't plan on doing anything with him or to him anytime soon. Okay? Happy?”

Rhonda let out a sigh. “No. I’d be happier if you said “I'll never go near him again, Rhonda.” like I wanted you too. But, you’re truly my sister and stubborn like an ox. So I won’t press it and hope that the chance of getting a venereal disease is enough of a deterrent.” 

“It is. And thank you for being such a protective sister.” You said kissing her cheek and walking off. “Now get to class, Berkeley doesn’t like slackers!” You shouted as you walked away from Rhonda. Feeling your heart race as you did, knowing that you just completely lied to your sister. You had no plans to stay away from Wally in fact; they were the complete opposite. 

You were always the good girl, your sister was the badass that was getting into Berkely and while you were equally capable. You were always labeled just as the goody two shoes, the sweet angel sister. But Wally, Wally didn’t look at you like that. Wally looked at you like he could see into your mind and see all of the dark and sensual thoughts that were swirling around in there. He looked at you like he wanted to help you achieve each and every one of those sensual thoughts and bring them to life. And maybe… you just might let him.

Wally walked into his friend’s house not surprised he was having another Saturday night rager with his parents gone again for the weekend. But what did surprise Wally was watching you walk in with your friends twenty minutes later. Wally sipped his beer in silence and wondered what you were doing here. You never came to these types of parties, occasionally he’d see Rhonda here, letting loose with the rest of the academic overachievers; but never you. Wally watched you make your way around the party, obviously slightly uncomfortable as you met different people your friends introduced you to, but Wally’s curiosity really peaked when he watched you take the first tequila shot. 

Now that was something he’d really never seen you do and Wally smiled as he watched your face screw up in disgust after you swallowed the first shot.  

He felt like a predator as he watched you, his cute little bunny having fun and letting loose more than he’d ever seen you do. He was intrigued and wondered what spurred this new desire to take shots at a highschool party. Wally didn’t know but he was having fun watching you take a few more shots and watched as you became more and more comfortable in your surroundings, chatting more animatedly with random people and after the fourth shot, that’s when you finally spotted him watching you. 

He licked his lips, as he watched your eyes widened before quickly looking away from him. Wally knew the time for watching was over and put down his empty cup and walked over to you. 

“Going a bit fast there huh Peaches?”

You swiveled your head towards Wally’s direction and immediately regretted that as your brain took five whole business days to catch up with your head, making your vision spin. 

“Oh god.” You said, grabbing hold of Wally’s jacket. His arms immediately wrapped around you keeping you close. 

“Yeah I think you’ve had plenty of fun to last the rest of the semester, Peaches. Come on.” He said gruffly and brought you over to the kitchen where less people were hanging around and suddenly lifted you up and placed you so you were sitting on the counter top. 

You let out a sigh as you grabbed your head. 

“Here.” Wally said, handing you a cup. 

“I really shouldn’t mix drinks Wally.” You said your cheeks feeling hot. 

Wally chuckled. “No you shouldn’t, Peaches. That’s water.” He gestured to the cup.

“Oh! Thank you.” You said feeling your cheeks go even hotter at your embarrassment, before taking the cup from his hand. 

“So, what brings you out tonight?”

“It’s a party.”

“I know that, I just didn't think you knew what those were.”

“I just don't usually have fun at these kinds of events, everyone is always drinking and I usually don’t. So I get bored and I just think it's better not going to one of these.” You said honestly. 

“So, what made you decide to come now and what got in your pretty little head to decide to do all those tequila shots?”

“I thought.” you paused. 

“You thought what?”

You bit down on your bottom lip. Trying to determine if the tequila was truly working its magic, giving you the courage to do what you came here to do. “ I thought if I’d have a few shots I’d finally have the courage to do what I’ve wanted to do for a while now.” 

“And what’s that Peaches?” He whispered leaning closer to you. 

“This.” You whispered back and pressed your lips to Wally’s. He felt soft under your lips and you heard Wally let out a little gasp but he didn't pull away from you. You let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you closer to his body, til you were on the edge of the counter top.

Wally deepened the kiss and you let out a little squeak at the feel of his tongue slipping in with yours. As his danced with yours in a fight of dominance you melted against Wally. 

“Damn Clark! Let the girl breathe”. Someone called out and you pulled away from Wally and his demanding kisses, much to Wally’s chagrin. 

“Fuck off Matthews.” Wally said gruffly.  

You looked from the heckler back to Wally. Feeling your cheeks heat at the fact that you had just kissed Wally. 

“I’m sorry.” You said, about to hop off the counter, but Wally gently placed his hands on your arms and kept you in place. 

“Nothing to be sorry about Peaches. But what spurred this on?”

“I've liked you for a really long time Wally and I was hoping tonight that kiss might lead to something more.”

Wally looked around and then back at you. There was no way he could believe what he was hearing right now. “Peaches. Are you?”

“I want to have sex with you Wally.” You blurted out, before biting down on your bottom lip. You can’t believe you just said that. 

“Peaches…” He said softly. “I don’t think you really want that, that might just be the liquor talking.” He said reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“It's not the tequila Wally besides. I'm just tipsy, I’m not drunk.” 

“Still Peaches. I don’t think you want to be making this kind of decision lightly, and especially shouldn’t be making it when you’re “tipsy, not drunk”” He mimicked you and chuckled, his fingers finding your cheek. 

“I’m not taking anything lightly!” You said frustratedly. “I’m tired of being scared of the things I want.” You said reaching your hand up to his face, but then pulling away; like you burned your hand. 

“Peaches. I want you too.” He said slowly letting the words fall from his lips. 

“You do?” You said surprised, looking up into his large brown eyes. 

He nodded, then reached for your face again, his thumb tracing your lips before pulling it down. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Peaches. I just didn’t think you’d like someone like me.” 

“Someone like you?”

He chuckled. “Some might call me a dog.”

“My sister?” With that the both of you started laughing and Wally nodded. “Your sister most of all.”

“But you want me despite that?” 

Wally chuckled again. “Yeah Peaches. I want you so bad.” He let out a sigh, taking in the sight of your lips, your cheeks, your eyes. “But I’m afraid that I won’t be able to let you go if I get you into bed with me.” 

“I - I don’t have a problem with that.”

Wally smirked. “Oh Peaches, I really don’t think you understand the trouble you’re putting yourself into.” He said, gently pushing open your legs so he can stand between them. His hands felt like molten lava as they ran up and down your arms, sending a flurry of sparks throughout your body at the small touch. 

You didn’t know what got into you as you replied. “W-why don’t you show me?” You gulped. 

Wally’s eyes met yours in a flash. He held your gaze assessing if you truly meant what you said. He watched as you bit your lip and reached out and pulled your bottom lip away from your teeth with his thumb. Then replaced his thumb with his lips. He was soft in his kiss, taking his time to open you up to him, but he really didn’t need to; you were already putty in his hands. 

He groaned against your lips, his tongue just barely touching yours as your lips pressed into each other. “Oh, Peaches.” He whispered against your lips. “You’re in trouble.” 

You felt a shudder rack down your body at his words and watched as he backed away from the countertop and grabbed your waist, carefully putting you down on your feet. He grabbed your hand and led you through the party, it was like everything around you was a blur except for Wally. You felt your heart racing like it was going to burst out of your chest. 

You followed Wally upstairs, and down the hall into a bedroom you didn’t recognize and when he shut the door it was like he was shutting out the whole world with it.

As you stood in the center of a room you didn’t know, you took in the sight of Wally standing by the door and you got the sensation of being prey watched by the predator. You nervously rung your hands, and had the strangest sensation to start laughing. 

Much to your horror a small giggle escaped your lips, earning a smile from Wally as he walked over to you. 

“What’s so funny, Peaches?” He asked, his hand finding its way up to your face again, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Are you thinking of backing out? ‘Cuz we can stop at any time.” He said softly, leaning down and placing a kiss to the spot right under your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. 

“N-No, I don’t want to back out, it's just nerves.”

“We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to, Peaches.” He repeated, as he kissed the other side of your neck.

“That feels nice.” You whispered, and Wally chuckled. 

“That’s just a taste, Peaches.” He purred, his hands doing that thing again where he ran them up and down your arms, before he pulled you into your body and pressed a kiss to your lips. You met his lips eagerly, and hesitantly started reaching up to his neck, but backed down. Wally wasn’t going to have any of that; he’s waited long enough to have your hands on him. He reached for your hands and placed them around his neck. 

“This what you want, Peaches? You wanna touch me?” 

You nodded, eagerly plunging your fingers into his soft hair as he started kissing you again. 

“You can touch me anywhere, Peaches, just say the word. This is about you more than it’s about me.” Wally pulled you in close and while he was still kissing you bent down and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and guiding the two of you to the bed. He sat down with you still in his lap. You pulled away from him for a moment, to look into those gorgeous brown eyes, seeing that they were more of a gold color now. You reached out and traced the tip of his nose, your finger running down to his lips, already swollen from your kisses; doing the same thing he did to you. 

“You’re beautiful Wally.” You smiled and he answered by pressing his lips back to yours. 

Wally’s touches started getting heavier and his kisses sloppier and in this position you could feel how hard he was for you. You let out a little gasp as his hands snuck to your ass and grabbed a fistful of you, before moving your hips to meet against his. 

“Wally!” You gasped out. 

“Shh. It’s okay Peaches. Just let me make you feel good.” He said before rocking your hips against his core again, the seam of your jeans hitting just the right spot, causing heat to pool in your core and for you to moan. “That’s it, Peach. Just let it roll over you.” He purred as his movements became more frequent and surprisingly you started to feel something building in the base of your belly.

“Wally.” You gasped out. “I should probably tell you.” You moaned against his lips. “I-I’ve never-” 

“That’s okay, that’s okay.” He said repeatedly, completely drunk off of you. “Let me do the work. Let me make you feel good, Peach.” He moans, grinding your sex against his and you feel your orgasm build higher in the base of your stomach. 

“Fuck Wally.” You moaned. 

“Chase it Peach.” he moaned, as you grabbed fistfuls of his hair and yanked as you felt your orgasm build and finally crash over the edge. 

“Fuck!” You screamed, your head falling into the crook of Wally’s neck, feeling his chest rise and fall under your hands; you barely even registered the feeling of Wally’s fingers undoing your jeans and sliding his hands inside your underwear. You gasped in surprise. 

“Too much, Peach?” He chuckled, his thumb circling your clit, making your eyes roll. “I’ve gotta get you all warmed up for me. I know she needs a lot of attention.” 

“Wally.” You breathed out, barely able to get his name out with how overstimulated you were becoming. Feeling surprised at that hot sensation in the base of your belly growing again.

His large fingers slipped deeper into your heat, you let out a wince as Wally tried to push in two of his fingers but he scaled it down to one. “I’ve waited so long for this Peaches, I'll take as long as you need. Get you so fucking wet for me tonight. You’ll never have enough after me. Do you understand?”

You nodded. As Wally pulled your shirt up and over your head, and worked to undo the clasp of your bra as well. When he achieved his goal he took a moment to take in your breasts. 

“Fuck me.” He whispered. 

You felt your cheeks flush and your hands moved to cover yourself, but Wally was much quicker.

“Oh dont you fucking dare.” he growled. “These are mine now.” He said reaching for you he clasped both of your hands and with one of his kept them behind your back, arching your breasts out to his eager eyes. “Much better.” He purred. His large thumb circling your nipple earning a low moan from you. Before he replaced his hand with his mouth earning a sharp gasp from you. 

“Wally!” 

“This is just a taste, Peaches. In a minute after I suck these pretty little nipples I'm going to see just how sweet you taste.” His hand went back to the back of your undone jeans. Gripling your hip and knocking you against him again, feeling how hard he was for you. 

“Fuck Peaches, I could do this all night. Just sucking these pretty nipples keeping them nice and hard for me while you dry hump my lap.”

“Wally please!” You whined, trying to move your hips faster against his clothed cock.

“Please what Peaches? What did you want me to do to you?” He smirked, as his tongue rolled around your nipple, keeping his eyes on yours. 

“Fuck me.” You begged. 

“Nuh Uh uh. Not yet. There's so much more fun to be had. But I will soon, Peaches. I’ll fill you up so good that you’ll be dripping me for days and then I’m gonna come over to your house every night and fuck you til your sweet pussy drips just at the sight of me.” He pulled away from your nipples, letting go of your wrists and grabbed your hips again and in a moment he had you flipped onto his bed and started pulling down your pants. 

“Wally, what are you doing now?” you gasped. 

“I'm going to eat you up Peaches and taste just how sweet you are. By the time I’m done with my meal you’ll be ready for me to fuck you.”

Wally took his time pulling off your jeans, kissing down your body as he pulled. Leaving you a squirming mess under him. 

“Stay still honey. Or else I'm going to have to tie you up to this bed and then I won't fuck you for hours. Now be a good girl and spread those pretty legs for me.”

Wally kept eye contact with you as you spread your legs for him and he nestled himself in between your legs. His broad shoulders keeping you open and exposed for him. 

“Oh, Peaches.” he praised running his two fingers down your folds, seeing how wet and sticky you were for him. Your eyes widened as Wally popped his fingers in his mouth and hummed. “Just as I thought, sweet as peaches.” He smiled like the cat that caught the canary. “I’m going to make this so good for you Peaches.”

Wally grabbed your legs, bringing them around his back, opening you wider for him; before he leaned down to your pussy, keeping eye contact with you as he did. He extended his tongue out and you watched as he licked up your pussy; earning high keen from you.

His thumb came up and pulled the hood of your clit back so he could suck on it and it had you nearly jumping off the bed. 

“What did I say? I'll tie you up, Peach. I mean it. Now let a man enjoy his dessert.” Wally hummed against your pussy earning another low moan from you as Wally added a finger into the mix. 

“Don't fight it. I know she's sensitive right now. And that’s not about to change.” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your thighs, to keep your pussy close to his face and then he really went to town. He devoured you in every sense of the way, his tongue alternated between flicking your clit, lavishing your pussy with long languid licks and even added it to where his finger was pumping slowly inside of you. 

“Fuck Wally!” You said turning your head left and right, undecided about whether you needed to get away from him or couldn’t get enough.

“Put your hands in my hair, Peaches.” He ordered and you did. You ran your hands through his hair, gripping harshly as he found a particular spot that had you keening. He moaned, “That’s it. Pull my hair.” He groaned and you noticed he was moving against the bed. 

“Wally? What are you doing?” You asked, curiosity coming to the forefront of your mind for just a moment. 

Wally chuckled against you and hummed again, sending another lightning bolt of pleasure through you again. “I get pleasure from eating you, Peach, but I also like a little added pleasure, so I hump the bed a bit.” 

“Oh!” 

“Don’t worry Peach, I’ll still be hard and ready for you by the time I’m done with my meal. There’s so much I’ll teach you, Peach.” He moaned into you, and added another finger into you, this time with ease. 

“Oh Wally!” 

“That’s it Peach, don't fight it. Cum on my face.” He growled, picking up the pace of his fingers. And with another suck on your clit, you did; you came all over that pretty boy’s face. Wally held down your stomach as you lifted off the bed as he ate you through your orgasm. 

“Fuck wally fuck!” You screamed, thrashing trying to get away from him but it was no use you wanted Wall and now you had him but it felt more like Wally had you right where he wanted you. 

Wally let out a chuckle as he pulled away from you, seeing the fucked out look on your face. He placed another kiss to your clit and earned a low hiss from you. “That will not be the last time I have you like that, understand, Peach?”

You tried to summon the energy to nod and Wally laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips and you tasted yourself on his lips. 

“You think you’re ready for me Peach? Or do you need another session with my tongue?” He smiled. You tried to gain as much energy as you could to wrap your arms around Wally’s neck. 

“I need you, Wally.” You said, your voice coming out whiny. 

“Alright, Peach. You’ll have me. You’ve been so good for me.” He purred, kissing your temple and reaching beside you the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He was effortless as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth, and began to pull down his pants. 

You sat up in bed and watched as he kicked off his pants and began to roll the condom over his length. “You like what you see, Peach?” 

You bit your lip and nodded. 

Wally smiled. “Maybe next time you can suck me off huh, Peach?” Your eyes widened at that and you felt your body flush all over again as you imagined, Wally above you panting and gripping your hair as you tried to suck him off.

Wally bit his lip. “Oh yeah we are definitely trying that another time. But for right now.” he leaned down and kissed your body. “ Are you ready for me Peach?” 

You nodded eagerly. 

“Good girl. Now wrap your legs around me, Peach.”  He helped wrap your legs around his waist, keeping you open and even though he had just made you cum at least two times already this felt more intimate than anything you had already done. 

You let out a groan as you felt Wally’s length slide against your pussy, the head of his cock bumping against your clit, making you gasp. You watched as he covered his cock in your release before notching himself at your entrance. 

“Are you ready for me Peach?” He said teasingly as he pushed himself in just a bit before pulling himself out again. 

You nodded eagerly. “That's my girl. Now again. We can stop anytime you want. Okay?” He breathed out, his forehead pressing against yours. 

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around his neck to brace yourself for the intrusion. You and Wally both let out a groan together as he pushed himself deeper into you. You clawed at Wally's back as you felt yourself stretch to accommodate his cock. 

“Wally.” You whined, as he stopped and let you adjust before pushing deeper. 

“I know baby, but I know she can take it.” He purred, as he slid another inch deeper into you. Your nails clawed down Wally’s back as you felt yourself stretch to further accommodate him. 

Wally chuckled. “My Peach has got claws. I like it, mark me up, baby ‘cuz I plan to do the same to you.” He said before he leaned down and started sucking on your neck, before finally he slid all the way into you. 

You let out a high keen, your nails digging deeper into Wally’s back. 

“Shh, shh.” He hushed. “See? I knew I’d fit. You were made just for me.” He moaned and started moving, his thrusts slow and precise. Before he started picking up the pace. “God, Peach, you're perfect. You feel so tight and warm my cock.” 

“Wally.” You moaned out, the sensation of being so full was foreign but pleasant to you; especially when Wally reached between the two of you and started rubbing circles on your clit; sending lightning through your body.

“Still doing okay, Peach?” He asked, his eyes focused on yours like a hawk. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip as you felt that familiar feeling of your orgasm building in the base of your stomach again. “Words, Peach. I want to hear your words.”

“Yes Wally.” 

“Does it feel good?” He purred, circling your clit as he slowed his pace down again. 

“Yes Wally.” You repeated.

“Good. You’re taking me so well, Peach.” He praised, picking up the pace of his thrusts. “God, Peach, you're gripping me so tight.” He moaned. “I want you to cum one more time before I fill you up.” He growled in your ear, his fingers making quick work of you as he circled your clit faster; your orgasm growing and growing before it crashed over you. 

“Wally!” You screamed, your back arching up from the bed as Wally held you close through the aftershocks of your third orgasm of the night. 

“Good girl, Peach squeezed my cock with that pretty pussy.” He smirked, before he set his thrusts at a brutal pace, he barely let you calm down from your previous orgasm before he was building you back up to your final one of the night. “Peach.” he breathed. “Fuck.” He moaned, his forehead pressed against yours as his hips pistoned into you. “This may be your first time, but it won’t be your last time with me. Understand me Peach? You are mine. This pussy will come to crave me, just as much as I crave her, and maybe down the line you’ll actually let me fill you up.” 

Wally’s words worked magic over you, as you gripped tighter onto him and felt yourself fall over the edge once more but this time Wally fell with you. “Fuck!” He moaned out, his hips stuttering and slowly slowing down until he stilled inside of you. 

You felt your eyes roll back, as sleep threatened to overtake your exhausted body. Wally was careful as he slid out of you and disposed of the condom, before he got out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. 

You felt your eyes close for only a moment and then you woke to a cold sensation against your core as Wally carefully wiped you down. “Easy, Peach. She’s gonna be sore.” He chuckled before placing the cloth on the bedside table and climbing back into bed with you; pressing a kiss to your cheek as he wrapped you up in your arms. You let out a sigh, feeling yourself fall back into the arms of sleep; when suddenly a thought occurred to you. 

“Wally.” 

“Mmm. Yea Peach?” he hummed against your hair, his nose nuzzling you. 

“This isn’t your room right?”

“No, Peach.” 

“How did you know where to find the condoms?” 

He chuckled. “Mark is a good friend of mine and I know where he keeps his things. Don’t worry though Peach, next time we’ll be in my bed, and you’ll have a hell of a lot harder time leaving it than you will this bed.” 

[wallys-left-eyeball]

ok after two (edit: 3.5) hours i am finally done viewing what i THINK is the whole update. my thoughts and a few significant things i noticed!!!!! (spoilers obviously)

disclaimer: i’m a crazy welcome home fan but my memory is literally so bad, so please point out if i’m digging deep into some detail that’s been there since last update or however long ago 💀 eddie’s my fav for a reason bless (this mess)

🍎 they publicly executed wally in the town square :( no but seriously what. so far he is removed from the main page’s opening graphic, main page’s bottom banner, and welcome home page’s top drawing (which has been renamed to “_and_barnaby”

🍎 on that note, on the neighborhood page, wally’s canvas is gone and he is no longer looking at us. on top of that, the button to leave says “go back” and his “that’s the most!” audio was replaced with a freaky distorted phone ringing.

🍎 this could be something i just hadn’t noticed before, but remember when the old stickers page had that one gif that, when you opened it, would rotate between the characters’ eyes faster and faster until it would linger on wally’s eyes? that gif is completely normal now. it still lingers on wally’s eyes, but the gif doesn’t become distorted or move quicker anymore. once again seems like wally getting his main character energy wiped

• i just realized i’ve been essentially listing things abt this update but that’s not what i’m here to do!!!! go look at it for yourself!!!!!

🍎 but yeah. i’m very deeply worried about him. did anyone else notice that in this update he sounds kind of dead? except in the radio, where he sounded like…. as alive and cheerful as ever? weird….

🍎 edit 2: creds to @/citrineaura for leading me to /ringring... oh my god wally :( i feel SO bad for him AAAUGHHH... i still can't tell if he is talking to us as the viewers or talking to W

🍎 edit 2: stole this from @/citrineaura as well but i 100% see how it could entirely be the whrp silencing wally and even being behind playfellow. why would the staff do that to him if they didn't have some kind of sinister plan????

🏠 oh but on the note of wally being slowly scrubbed from the website, home is cleaned up too. the black goop is replaced with a paint splatter, and the black spiral behind home is replaced with a cutesy little scribble. makes me wonder if home is behind all this

🏠 edit 2: i no longer believe home is behind this just because of /ringring. wally seemed too friendly with home lolz

🏠 home’s gif on the neighborhood page is now called “seeyoutogether”

🦋 way less deep of a detail but frank’s got lil eyelashes now :3 my non-binary king

🌸 the cards on floriography all have different flowers on them. i’m not a flower nerd and i’m too lazy to deal with flower language but i’m sure some nerd is gonna post “🤓☝️erm well this flower means frank is gonna die” or something so. lmk when that happens!!

🌸 edit: thank you to @/capribornio for giving me da links to the deep stuff 🙏 but WOW that was. wow i was really tearing up there. so moving and so so sad and so relatable </3 i don’t even know what she’s yapping about but whatever it is is incredibly relatable

🌸 edit: to me it sounds like. julie’s switching between a human and a puppet consciousness???? i don’t really know how to describe it, but it doesn’t really seem like she’d just be masking with a super strenuous voice like that, like that takes WORK. idk!!!!!

🌸 i kind of interpreted that as if she was grieving someone. maybe feeling guilty for someone’s lost life? but it could also be not that deep, and maybe something terrible will happen to her if she doesn’t make all the flowers bloom

🌿 jonesy joyful green cool version of red guy dhmis

🌼 god frank and julie were my fav duo before but NOWWWW. literally wlw and mlm solidarity i love them SO MUCH……. my fav icons ever

💻 the logo(s) have less mold than before on them… still mold there!! but idk it looks like it healed a little bit

💻 i’m genuinely SO BAD at args but there doesn’t seem to be any outright hidden links/websites this time around? spoil it for me in the comments if there is but idk…. even awayfrompryingeyes is down which makes me think maybe W (the curator of it) got caught? or something happened to them?

💻 edit 3: clown posted that awayfrompryingeyes was back up so i had 2 hop on.... tbh i have nothing to say about it other than that i think wally could be the one sending all this info to W and also oh my god did they actually drink the bottle of joy. jesus

• edit 3: to end this on a stupid note: this is so niche but when i saw the bottle of joy i immediately thought of we happy few because the game also has bottles of joy LMFAO

i think that’s all i wanted to talk about (other than some sillies i’m posting separately)!! obviously i didn’t cover all of it, these r just some thoughts i had while going through it all :D ugh such a STUNNING update as always!!! frank and julie’s vas COOOOOKED with this one….. literally so adorable and expressive UGH fantastic update as always <333

edit 4: i posted a couple resources: brightened toybox photo / hidden frank photo (with my theories)

[alittlesongbirdchirps]

Sad au idea inspired by fallout.

[Since it’s a fallout inspired idea, please know itll be angsty, gore reference, implied death, character deaths. I’m not a super fan of either media but I know the basics :) ]

Joker smirks at Batman, he’s fallen for his trap. It’s a bunker, and he has Batman where he wants him and shoves him hard into a cro pod. Bruce’a instantly tries to get out, but it’s to late he watched the world slowly fade around him with the joker drawing a smiley on the glass.

He’s unaware that two hundred years have passed, and that the joker set off a giant nuke.

Superman manages to save his wife and son, only quick enough to save just them.

Thankful Wally was with Dick and Tim was with Bart and Kon, Damien was taken by Talia just in time it seems.

But Jason was stuck in the cave, under lock down because the joker escaped, he felt the heat from the radiation even all the way down in the cave.

He watched the cave collapse around him, and hours later after he manged to dig himself out he find Alfred deceased body. He’s alone.

His face seemed to be half melted of almost resembling two face. And over the course of time he began to mutate.

(Turning into a ghoul.)

When Bruce awakens, it’s not by the joker doing.

The cro pod malfunctions.

when he finds his way out in a daze taking a step outside, he lets out gasp of horror.

Not only is the city destroyed but over grown with plants, he already assumes he’s been in there long based on that but not 200 years, he begins to mourn everyone he ever knew.

On his journey, he nearly gets taken out by civilians, yet he doesn’t question it how many generations have grown up in this destroyed world where ever second you have to fight to live.

This was a world without Batman and without the league, no heroes, no one to save them.

He needs answers, that’s why he searching. What happened to his family, what Excatly did the joker do and more importantly where is he.

He won’t get his answers yet but he does hear the tale of a cruel lord.

(Clark. Unable to save metropolis and his friends, he grew colder; but watching his family slowly die from old age, something so human made him become detached to humans. He’s not cruel more cold than anything.)

And while searching that’s when he runs into a ghoul, well his name was more feared and more known than Batman, and from what he found out he’s been around for 200 years.

The Dead One. His kills were in the thousands, makes sense living for such a long period of time.

However, when he crosses paths he doesn’t recognise him not at first, the melted flesh on one side revealing, teeth and bone, a hole were the nose should be, and one empty socket where an eye should be.

But Jason recognises his father, well more like Batman; he knows it’s not an impersonator, Batman’s not even a legend barely anyone remembers him, except Clark’s culty town that worships Clark like a living god.

(And Jason still has his guns, of course he does but he has a makeshift knife made out from an old batarang.)

Jason tells Bruce what he knows.

“Dick died, old age had a few kids I checked on them for the first few generations but I stopped.”

He paused scratching the empty socket of his eye

“Timmy, heard him, the little speedstar and the clone escaped. Tim saved as many as he could don’t know what happened to them afterwards though.”

(Tim uploaded a form of his consciousness, for Bruce, he always believed him to be alive, he even thought he might of been lost in time again, but he couldn’t look this time he had people to take care of.)

“Steph, duke and cass were patrolling in old Gotham, don’t know what happened to them same goes for Babs and commissioner, Babs couldn’t really run for her life.”

He paused

“Alfred died, don’t know how, after I dug myself out of the rubble of the cave I found his body.”

He continued

“Your brat should still be alive, al ghouls don’t seem to wanna fucking die.”

Later on Jason takes Bruce to one of his hide outs.

“Oh yeh and this is your sort of clone sort of not clone Terry, you can thank Amanda Waller, thougut the world needed a Batman. But what it really needs is therapy and some good booze. Which neither really exist now.”

(There’s my little ramble of an idea, unedited. Just got back from work y’all.)