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Best Friends Club

summary: prompt fill. Wally's been your best friend since the Grade 4 puppet show. a disaster that brought you together for life. only now, years later and months away from graduation, Wally needs to get something off his chest. he just...didn't exactly plan to do it this way... (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. friends to lovers. protective behavior. AU. silliness & fluff. Simon and Wally are bros (fight me).

bon reading, frens

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Best Friends Club

Wally's chatting with Maddie and Charley before school, has his arm around your shoulders as you focus on your phone, laughing and joking and smiling wide until:

"Holy crap, Jake Tremblay just asked me to go out Friday," You announce, pretty eyes wide, blinking in shock at everyone.

Wally goes still, smile sliding off his face as his stomach drops and his heart ups and lodges itself in his throat. God, this hurts.

See, the thing is, you're Wally's best friend. And while he has his arm around you—is always reaching for you, hand on your back, arm, shoulder, whatever—it's never been anything but friendly. Best friendly. Because you and he are f r i e n d s. And it sucks. Royally.

Why? Yeah, no one needs three guesses to figure out that Wally's been in love with you since Grade 4. That massacre of a puppet show the kids put on for their parents during Spirit Week. You and Wally spent the entire performance using sock puppets to have a dialogue about who'd win in a fight: Goku or Sailor Moon. Didn't even notice the blood vessel about to pop in Mr. Toast's temple when things really started to spiral.

Wally only comes down to earth when you say his name for what must not be the first time, everyone's eyes on him. Yours, especially, beautiful and concerned as you stare at him expectantly.

"What was that?" He asks, feeling simultaneously dumb and unable to function.

You repeat, "I asked you what I should say..." and turn to face him fully. Still close enough that your body heat soaks through his hoodie. Fuck, how can he say anything negative when you're giving him that sweet, earnest expression? Seeking advice from someone you trust implicitly.

Against his better judgment—or maybe for it—Wally slaps on a smile and says, "Yeah. You should go for it."

This isn't the first time you've been asked out. Of course, those last few times you didn't look so keen on accepting the offer. When you turn back to your phone, Wally's face immediately falls. He doesn't look at Maddie or Charley, can't handle the pity he knows he'll see in their eyes.

Everyone in the circle knows about Wally's crush on you (fuck, it's so much more than that), but apart from insisting he talk to you, no one points it out. You're the only one who hasn't caught on, Nicole having informed Wally that you giggled over popcorn, what are you talking about? Wally's always like that, when everyone was at the APEX for a midnight screening of some scary movie Wally couldn't have cared less about.

And, sure, Wally is 'always like that': Goofy, charming, flirtatious; standing in line at concessions for you and holding your bag when you go to the bathroom... What you don't seem to grasp is that Wally isn't like that with anyone else. And now you're saying 'yes' to Jake Tremblay and Wally has to muster the strength not to punch a wall.

‗•‗

Simon closes his locker only to jolt backwards. Wally appeared out of the fucking ether, what the hell? He has his forehead pressed against the locker beside Simon's, shoulders slumped, looking all-in-all miserable to exist.

"Yoouu okay?" Simon ventures, raising a brow.

Slowly, Wally turns his head and nothing else, eyes puppy-dog sad and lower lip pursed in a pout, "No." And then, after turning to face the locker again, "She said yes to Jake Tremblay."

"Dude, I've told you a thousand times, talk. to. her." Simon says like a mother insisting Wally clean his room.

Pointed, "Oh, you mean like you talked to Maddie?"

Simon takes a moment to reevaluate his life before, in a placid, neutral tone, declares, "I regret this friendship."

"No you don't." Wally says, but he's still glooming into the locker. "What do I do?"

"Aside from talk to her?" Simon shrugs helplessly. How's he supposed to know? He and Wally have been paddling the same sinking boat for approximately the same number of years. "Do you...wanna threaten Jake?" Simon asks in a pitch similar to that used when asking children if they want to go for ice cream after a tantrum.

Wally seems to seriously consider it but glumly decides, "No. I want her to be happy." A heavy sigh. "Even if it's not with me."

"This isn't going to make you some kind of martyr, you know."

"I know."

Simon doesn't think Wally does know, but fine, he'll play along. "Maybe it'll go so bad that she swears off dating forever."

"A guy can dream," Wally mumbles as he straightens, and, Jesus, he looks like every puppy in the world just got kicked and he was forced to watch.

Simon can see beneath Wally's utter despair to the gears turning in his brain. Can sense what ill-advised plan Wally is cooking up (because this isn't the first time he's done something stupid to ensure you're safe). In an effort to, a) avoid criminal charges and, b) make Wally feel better:

"What if I happen to be in the same place at the same time? I could keep an eye on things for you." Simon suggests and he already wishes he didn't say anything.

Wally brightens, "You'd do that for me?"

"Apparently..." Simon says, questioning himself. "Look, better me than you, right? Otherwise, it'll be exactly what it is and she'll never talk to you again."

"Why? What would it be if I do it?"

"Stalking, Wally," Simon states as he heads into History, Wally at his heels.

"Hey!" Wally protests, "It's not like that!"

Taking his seat, Simon just gives Wally a pointed stare, "Buddy, I know you read those BookTok romances, but following your BFF on her date with another dude isn't a romantic gesture. It's creepy a-f."

"But...you'll do it for me?" Wally wants to confirm, his eyes all wide and pleading.

Simon sighs, thinking this is a terrible idea, but seeing Wally so sad breaks Simon's heart and he can't bring himself to take back the offer. "...Apparently."

‗•‗

Friday comes. It's all you've been talking about since Monday and Wally has had it up to here with Jake This and Jake That, and if he hears one. more. thing. about Jake, Wally's going to burst into a million pieces of ragehate and take the whole school with him.

But he smiles and nods and teases you like he would in any other situation, bumping your ass with his hip when he finds you at your locker at lunch. You don't even need to look to know it's him, simply continue to shove your backpack in your locker and grab your jean jacket.

"Diner?" You give him a sunshine smile that Wally returns, almost forgetting about your date and Jake and how you're not actually Wally's girlfriend.

Not in this lifetime, his brain reminds him bluntly.

His blood stings.

Over lunch at the diner down the street, you outline exactly what Jake has planned. Dinner at the Italian place beside the Arcade (it's fucking Olive Garden, Jake, do better) and then—Jesus, really?!—stargazing on the roof of the old cigarette factory. An organized thing. The planets will be in some kind of super rare alignment or something, and local enthusiasts have banded together to share their telescopes.

"No offense, but since when do you care about the planets?" Wally wonders as he dips his fries into your ketchup.

You shrug, "I mean, it's something to do, right? And you're always telling me to 'branch out and try new things, dorkface'," You exaggerate the last part in a parody of Wally's voice before continuing as yourself, "so, why not astronomy?"

"Because it's outside and you hate outside things before May." Wally chuckles and shakes his head, "You're gonna get cold and complain and steal Jake's hoodie like you've stolen five of mine."

Wally loathed the idea of you stealing another guy's anything, but he smiled through the jealousy. Perhaps a little too intent on smearing more fries through your ketchup as his knee bumps the underside of the table in quick, nervous intervals.

Oh, he is not doing well.

He instantly notices how you've gone still, how you're studying his expression, words, behavior like a zoologist at the gorilla enclosure because Wally can't fucking keep his cool when he's forced to think about you being cozy and cute for someone who isn't him-shaped.

Wally keeps his eyes on his plate for a few moments; long enough that you gracefully change the subject and ask Wally what his plans are for tonight. As if they don't involve hanging out with his phone while he obsessively waits for Simon's updates throughout the course of your date.

"Nothing special," He says, patting himself on the back for keeping his voice even, "just hanging out at home."

‗•‗

It's 8:43PM when Wally's phone lights up with a call. As promised, Simon kept Wally abreast of every. single. thing. you and Jake did on your date. From flirty conversation over unlimited breadsticks to shifting to one side of the booth to split dessert.

It's only been an hour and a half since you and Jake were seated. What on earth could Simon have to tell him that couldn't be texted?

"Don't freak out—" Wally promptly freaks out "—but something happened."

Wally shoots up in bed, where he's been whiling away since he got home from school, and is immediately on alert. Heart pounding, blood pumping, ready for war.

"What's going on? Is she okay?"

"Oh. She's fine." Simon reports. He sounds like he's hiding, voice a harsh whisper just loud enough for Wally to hear. "Jake might be in a permanent body cast for the rest of his life, but she's totally fine."

Wally breathes a sigh of relief, although he's still confused, "What happened?"

Simon clears his throat, "She's probably going to call you in, like, a minute, so you have to act...just...be cool, okay?" And then, finally, he reveals, "Jake tried to stick his hand under her skirt. And I mean, he went for it. Full grope from behind."

At that moment, Wally sees fucking r e d. He's off the phone and in his car faster than a bullet, tearing out of his parents' driveway with a screech. Burns rubber around every corner; breaks several traffic laws; and pulls up just as you're about to get into an Uber. There's no sign of Jake. Unfortunate, since Wally has a surplus of adrenaline thrumming through his veins, and the only cure is beating the guy's face to a fucking pulp.

You look confused for all of a second before your face crumples. Wally shoots out of the driver's seat and hurries toward you. Gathers you in his arms as soon as you're within reach, and holds you as you shake. He rubs your back, soothes you with soft words; managing to simultaneously shoo the Uber driver away with a polite nod and a gesture.

"Are you okay?" He asks after a minute. "Do I need to kill him?"

"...No," You mumble into Wally's chest. "I already did that."

Wally grins, though it's sad at its edges. You shouldn't have had to.

"That's my girl," He murmurs into your hair after he places a comforting kiss on your head. "Come on. I'll drive you home."

You go without resistance, even allowing Wally to fuss over you and buckle you in. As he settles behind the wheel, he glances at you again and realizes, "Whose jacket is that?"

You press your lips together and stare at your lap, "I got cold... Besides, after what he did, I think I earned it." You end firmly, folding your arms.

"Did you take it before or after you kicked his ass?"

"After, duh." You say like it's so obvious, "We were inside before. But I didn't want to wait for my Uber in front of everyone who saw what happened. So...I made him give it to me."

Wally barks a laugh as he takes your hand, holding it in that platonic way, fingers not laced how he wants them to be, but he'll take what he can get. Your knuckles are scraped where they made impact with whatever part of Jake you punched. Wally smooths the pad of his thumb over them. Gentle. Loving.

"Where to, sweetcheeks?" He asks, "Home or ice cream?"

"Home." You decide with finality which makes it hard to swallow around the lump of disappointment in Wally's throat.

Call him selfish, but he hoped you'd want to let him comfort you. Regardless, he does as he's told and pulls away from the curb, pulling a uey to head toward your house.

‗•‗

On Monday, Wally finds Jake in the boys' locker room after swim practice, his black eye looking like it needs a twin. Wally punches Jake hard enough that even he sees circling birdies.

He shakes his hand as he leaves without a word, hardly feeling the pain through the smug satisfaction warming his belly.

‗•‗

It's the next weekend when you invite Wally over for a casual afternoon kick back. Games and snacks and Domino's on the menu for dinner. You're feeling better; spent the week oscillating between tense and weary, but that sweet sunshine glow you normally have is back when you answer the door for Wally.

You lead him to the basement, everything already set up: coffee table pushed aside for the nest of blankets and pillows on the floor, bags of gummy worms and twizzlers (Wally's favorite) and those Canadian chips you like piled on the floor beside cans of Dr. Pepper and Coke Zero.

Wally wore his cleanest sweatpants for the occasion, matching your chill vibe. And damn those low-slung yoga pants and that fucking tight-as-sin tank top, no bra because you love to drive Wally crazy.

"Ready to have your ass handed to you again?" You joke as you get comfortable on your side of the nest.

Wally claps back, "Hah! You haven't won in three months, sugarlips, what makes you think today's the day?"

You just smirk and hand Wally a controller, "I have a plan." And that's all there is to it. You don't elaborate, don't hint, don't give Wally any indication whatsoever what this plan might be.

Fishy...but effective. You're already in Wally's head. Hmm, maybe that's the plan? Wally shakes himself to attention and starts the game, grinning like a shark as he gets the lead right off the bat.

Just as he's about to cross the finish line, "So much for your pla—" when the world suddenly tilts sideways. He can't finish his thought, barreled over by your weight crashing into him as you grab the controller right out of his hand.

You squeal victoriously, the sound rebooting his brain, and he realizes what just happened.

"Hey!" He tries to grab the controller, but you hold it up and away from him, big smile on your face as the screen announces Wally came in dead last after his car smashed a wall he could've easily avoided. "Not fair!" He wraps his arms around you and flips you onto your back; presses his weight into you as he uses the advantage of his longer limbs to snatch the controller back.

Apparently not taking this lying down, you band your legs around his waist then surge up, somehow summoning the strength of five Wallys and rolling him onto his back again. Stunned, he stares up at you as you wave the controller victoriously.

"You were saying?" You chuckle, smug as ever, slightly out of breath.

Oh, but Wally isn't done yet, miss ma'am. He snaps his hands up, clamping his fingers for the controller which you arch your back to hold away from him, crying out when he takes advantage of your off-balance position to knock you backward. Once more, he has you squirming beneath him.

He grabs one wrist and then the other, transferring both into the grip of one of his large hands while he plucks the controller from you with the other. That's about the moment he realizes, uh-oh, he can feel your breath on his lips. Your face is such a beautiful shade of pink, and your thighs are on either side of his hips. Wally's body is completely flush against yours. All of him. Every. Last little bit. of him.

Wally should move. Definitely. He should move right now; just get off you and pretend everything's normal and you're not gazing up at him like that and his lips aren't so fucking close to yours, and the air hasn't been sucked out of the room that no longer exists around you and him because there's only you and only him and fuck. Shit.

"Wally~?" You say, voice a whisper tinged with something that makes Wally's cock twitch. Heat, maybe. Or need. You swallow, the sound audible, and, oh fuck, Wally watches your eyes flicker to his mouth then back, like you're finally on the same page, like you want it, too.

His hand flexes around your wrists, body settling more firmly on yours, and he stares at your face as he rocks his hips, just once, experimental, just to see what you'll do. He knows you can feel him, stiff and hardening further, all his inches against the heat of your pussy through your thin as fuck yoga pants.

Your reaction almost explodes Wally's brain. That sweet little whimper, how your eyes glaze over and your lips part; how you mimic the action with one of your own, sending sparks of electricity through Wally's nervous system.

"Fuck," He chokes out, grip loosening around your wrists, but not letting go. He drops the controller. Instead uses that hand to brush his fingers across your cheek and down the slope of your jaw. His breath mingles with yours, the heat in him rises, his heart beating a frenzied tattoo in his chest. Is he really going to do this?

"Please," You say, so soft, so perfect, that, yes, Wally is absolutely going to do this.

He gently bumps the tip of his nose against yours, smiles in wonder that this is really about to happen, and then slowly, to give you a chance to turn away if you don't want this, he leans in, stopping only to tease, "One more time, princess." His voice low and husky.

He feels you tense and then release before whispering, "Please, Wally..."

That's all he needs to lean in and kiss you for the first time, his lips capturing yours with years of hunger and desire and fucking love. So much love it threatens to go nuclear if Wally doesn't share the burden right this minute.

He moans, grinds his hips against yours, his cock throbbing against you, God, he needs you so badly. Has needed you so badly since he first discovered how his dick works and probably even before then. He lets his hand roam down down down, then up under your tank top, fingers caressing the soft shape of your breast.

You keen and arch into the touch, and, holy shit, he can't do this slow. Next time—please Jesus, let there be a next time—he'll do this right. He'll do candles and rose petals and Barry Manilow, but right now, he has to know what it feels like when you come around his cock.

His kisses turn urgent, his movements more hungry, and you match his crazy like a mirror. His shirt first, thrown behind the TV, then yours, tossed somewhere near the coffee table. Wally takes a second to admire your bare chest, licks his lips, and then descends, starving for a taste. He sucks your nipple, twirls his tongue around it, moaning as if it's the best thing he's ever had in his mouth.

Which, as soon as he peels your yoga pants off and resituates himself between your spread-wide thighs, he knows isn't true. This is the best thing he's ever had on his tongue. He spears it in and out of you, moaning and panting as he kisses your pussy deeply, brings one, two fingers into the mix; pumping into you over and over until you shake and beg and arch so fucking pretty for him.

"Fuck, baby, I need to feel you come," He groans, shoving his sweatpants and boxers off and throwing them somewhere to find later.

You agree enthusiastically, reaching for him as you hook one leg over his hip, the other over his shoulder—fuck, were you always this bendy!?—and cry out like a heavenly chorus when he drives his cock into you. Fuck, God, his eyes roll back in his skull, it's the most incredible feeling, an indescribable euphoria flushing through him from scalp to soles.

"You feel so...big, Wally, oh my god," You gasp when he begins to move, and doesn't that just rub his ego the right way?

He genuinely can't even find the brain cells to reply, too busy losing himself to the sensation of being inside you, finally, so much more intense than any and every fantasy he's had of you and him entwined like this.

"Baby," He moans, hips pumping faster, fat tip hitting your sweet spot over and over and over until he feels you tighten around him, hears you gasp, and then moan in ecstasy.

He wishes he could last, that he could keep going until you come again, again, again, but he's waited so long for this and it's overwhelming, he can't do it. With one, two, three more quick thrusts, Wally tenses and then groans, grinding his release into you; leaning down to take your lips in a feverish kiss.

As you and he recover, he rests his forehead against yours, releases your wrists—oops—and cradles your face in one hand, his most precious girl a vision in the afterglow. You shift, your hands on his jaw, and you're looking at him like the sun, moon, and stars.

"How long?" You eventually ask.

Wally doesn't need you to clarify. He knows exactly what you mean.

"Grade 4." The confession is terrifying and freeing at the same time.

He watches you absorb the information, nod, and then your eyes meet his when you make your own confession, "Grade 3. Ms. Houette's class. You made a joke about seagulls that was so lame it was funny."

Wally about short-circuits. He begs your finest pardon, but what was that? "Grade...3?"

"Grade 3."

"...are you saying that I could've been loving on you—" He emphasizes with a roll of his hips, winces from oversensitivity, "—since before I even understood what that meant?"

"I'm saying I've had a big, stupid crush on you since Grade 3." You say, innocent and solemn, "You take that however you want."

Wally chooses to forego the existential crisis and simply enjoy that he has you under him. There's a lot of time to make up for and a lot of fantasies Wally wants to bring to life, which you and he do with gusto until your parents get home and call down a hello.

It's only later, after stammering greetings and life updates over pizza, when you're snug as a bug in Wally's arms on the couch in the basement, dozing to the third Harry Potter movie, does Wally begin to mentally prepare for the speech of a lifetime that he knows Simon is going to deliver.

He already hears Simon's voice in his head: "I told you to talk to her—"

And Wally huffs a quiet chuckle, strokes your hair back, and kisses your forehead. Because, yeah, he should've. There would've been no pining, no pseudo-martyrdom, no Jake Tremblay.

It really is invaluable advice.

If only Simon would take it himself...

fin.

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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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Fever Pitch

So I’m rewatching school spirits and I’m up to season 2 episode 7 and I didn’t realise the first time when I watched the episode (mostly because I was still reeling from seeing Wally’s butt while I almost chocked on my lunch 😅) how beautiful the scene was between Maddie and Wally. Like the song choices and the setting ugh so beautiful and Wally wanting Maddie to stay 😭😭😭 that time I cried.

I know he’s a fictional character but Wally has really set the bar high when it comes to boyfriend expectations.

When someone tells me to touch grass, this is the grass I picture