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Every School Spirits fanfiction I've come across has been Wally x Reader good lord are yall down bad

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Homecoming Dance

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The gym was packed, pulsing with music, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cheap punch, and way too much cologne. The decorations—streamers, fairy lights, and a questionable amount of glitter—did their best to make the place feel magical, but Wally barely noticed any of it.

Because Y/N was standing in front of him, looking stunning.

Not that she didn’t always look good—because damn—but tonight? Tonight, she was on a whole other level.

He’d spent the whole night dancing with her, making her laugh, watching the way her eyes lit up under the glow of the lights. Every second, every little glance, every touch that lingered a little too long had been building up to this.

Now, the dance was winding down, and they had slipped outside, away from the crowd, into the cool night air. The muffled bass of the music still thumped from inside, but out here, it was quiet. Just the two of them under the dim glow of the parking lot lights.

“You’re not as bad at dancing as you said you were,” Y/N teased, swaying slightly in place.

Wally huffed a laugh. “That’s because I was holding back.”

“Oh, really?” She smirked. “Guess I’ll have to see the full performance someday.”

He grinned, taking a step closer. “Maybe.”

They were close now, the space between them barely there, his heart hammering in his chest.

She glanced up at him through her lashes, her usual confidence flickering into something softer, more hesitant. “Wally…”

“Yeah?” His voice was quieter now.

She swallowed, then let out a small breath, like she was working up the nerve to say something. But instead of words, she just… looked at him.

And suddenly, finally, he knew.

He reached up, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he murmured.

Her lips parted slightly, and for a second, he thought she might tease him—call him out for stating the obvious. But instead, she just whispered, “Okay.”

So he did.

The first press of their lips was soft, tentative, but the moment she sighed against him, he was gone. His hands found her waist, pulling her in just enough to feel the warmth of her against him. She responded instantly, fingers curling into the fabric of his suit jacket.

It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t hurried—it was slow, warm, something real.

When they finally pulled away, she let out a breathless little laugh. “Took you long enough.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead against hers. “Worth the wait?”

She grinned. “Definitely.”

And with that, he kissed her again—because now that he’d started, there was no way he was stopping anytime soon.

Down By The Lake

NSFW

Summary: Wally gives you a ride home. ;)

Author's Note: I do plan on writing about other people too but Wally is my current hyper fixation so bare with me. Thanks for the support and send me some requests! Love -L

Wally Clark was undeniably the hottest guy in school. At least he was to you. Maybe it was the tension you were sure you were making up in your head. Or the fact that you had a crush on him for as long as you could remember.

He had noticed you too. He couldn’t deny he felt the pull between you. Your eyes would lock for a brief moment and his chest would tighten. His gaze always seemed to find you even in a crowd. That’s why he wasn’t surprised when his eyes locked on you during football practice. You were sitting in the bleachers waiting for your little sister to finish cheerleading practice. You were reading a book, legs crossed when you felt eyes on you. You glanced up slowly eyes meeting Wally’s his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth causing heat to pull at your center.

It was honestly pathetic how easily he could get to you. Your little sister rushing up the bleachers blocks your view. You look up at her with a smile. “Ready to go?” She fidgets with her hands giving you a pleading look. “Can you find a ride home? The girls really want to head to the mall.” You sigh unzipping your bag, digging in it until you find your keys. You hand them to her with a warning, “If you get even a scratch on my car-“ She interrupts you “Yea I know. I’ll be careful. Promise.” She skips down the stairs dangling the keys in front of the other cheerleaders and exclaiming “Got them! Mall here we come.” The other girls squeal and grab their bags heading to the car. You sigh knowing you’ll have to walk home.

You stick your book in your bag sliding it over your shoulders as you head down the bleachers. You head to leave the stadium as you hear someone call your name. You stop turning around and see Wally jogging to you. He looks good even covered in sweat. “Do you need a ride?” He asks slightly out of breath and looking at you with those chocolate eyes. “I was just gonna walk.” You shrug. “I don’t wanna be a bother.” He chuckles shaking his head at you. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t wanna take you home, Beautiful.” Your cheeks heat and you giggle at him. “Okay, you can take me home Wally.” His smile brightens at your agreement. “I gotta go grab my bag. Give me one minute.” He says before rushing off toward the locker rooms. You stand there smile on your face as you fiddle with the straps of your bag.

Wally is back in a flash resting his hand on your lower back guiding you towards his truck. He opens the door for you making sure you are in before closing it and jogging around to get in the drivers side. “Are you hungry? I always get super hungry after practice. Let me take you out for dinner.” He is looking at you waiting for a response. “How about we go through a drive through and eat by the lake? It’s such a nice day out and if you are actually going to take me out I need a little more notice then this.” You smile back at him.

You chat about football and your book as you get food and drive to the lake. Wally helps you out before spreading his letterman out on his tailgate for you to sit on. You hop up and then Wally sits next to you close enough that his leg rubs against yours. You carry on your conversation as you eat your burger and fries. Wally stealing a few fries from you. You playfully bat his hand away and he gives you an adorable pout.

After you finish eating Wally hops off the tailgate and stands between your legs. “I like you a lot.” He murmurs as his hand rests on your knee. You look up at him eyes locking as you realize how close he is. “Can I kiss you? Please.” He whispers.

“Wally, I like you too. Like a lot. I am drawn to you somehow. You can more than kiss me.” You admit cheeks heating as you realize what you’ve said.

His lips smash into yours causing the tension to swallow you both whole. His hands slide up your legs squeezing your thighs with his hands drawing a whimper from you. He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on yours.

“I want you. But I want you to know that I still wanna take you on that date.” His hand brushes your cheek. “You can have me Wally. In any way you want. And I want you to take me out on that date too.” You rush out before kissing his lips again, tongue tracing his bottom lip.

His hands wrap around your thighs carrying you to the backseat of his truck. He lays you down carefully before crawling in after you closing the door once he’s inside.

He hovers over your frame soaking in the moment. He leans down capturing your lips in a heated kiss as his hands find their way under your shirt. He pushes it over your head lips only breaking apart for a brief moment.

Your hands find his toned stomach scratching it gently before helping him tug his shirt over his head. He visibly shivers as your nails rake down his stomach. He leans down kissing and biting the top of your breast marking you as his.

You whine as he pulls your bra off finally seeing your breasts in full glory. He takes a minute to commit this to full memory, your chest heaving under him that flustered look on your face. His mouth attaches to your breast as his hands trail down your sides until they reach the waistband of your skirt. He grunts as you lift your hips to brush against his.

He trails his lips down your stomach and bunches your skirt up around your waist, drawing in a breath at the sight of the damp spot in your lacy little panties. He hooks his fingers dragging them down your thighs and tossing them in his front seat.

He drags his pointer finger down your slit before spreading you open with his thumbs. The sight of you wet for him has his hips jerking into the seat. You whine getting impatient with him. "Please touch me." You whimper at him. He smirks up at you "I've got you baby. I am just savoring this moment."

He scoots you up, your back resting against the side door as he rest the back of your knees against his shoulders before blowing out hot air onto your center. "Open those eyes baby. I want you to watch me as I eat your sweet pussy." he squeezes your thigh. Your eyes shoot open locking onto the sinful image of his tongue darting out to flick against your clit.

Your hangs tangle into his dark strands, lifting your hips to bring his mouth closer to you. He brings his middle finger slowly sinking into you, a whine leaving you. "Fuck you are so tight Baby." He murmurs against you.

His tongue continues to flick against your bundle of nerves making you breathless. "Wally." you whine tugging at his hair. He looks up at you tongue still working against you while his middle finger fucks into you. "I need you. Please." You squirm underneath him.

He pulls away pushing his sweats down his thighs before sitting in the seat. He pats his lap. Your eyes lock onto his thick cock as it stands in all its glory. "Come on baby. I want you to ride me." He grabs your ankle pulling you towards him.

You scoot to him straddling his lap before reaching between you two drag the head of his cock through your wetness. His breath catches and he rushes to pull your lips to his kissing you as you sink slowly down his cock. You gasp as you take in the head and feel the thick vein on the underneath. The stretch almost painful as he fills you.

His hands find your hips to help you bounce on him. His lips attach to your breast covering them in his marks. "Taking me so well baby. Feel so good." he growls out at you clench around him. Your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you fuck down on him. The noise of your pussy swallowing his cock and your whines filling the air around you spurring you to move faster.

His hands lifting your hips to help as your legs begin to shake. The feeling so overwhelming that tears well up in your eyes. He kisses the tears as they stream down hitting that spot inside you. "Wally... I'm close." You whine as you tuck your head into his neck. His hand reaches up grabbing your ponytail yanking your head back. "I wanna see this pretty face when you fall apart." He grunts.

You whine out reaching your hand down to toy with your clit, clenching around him as he slams your hips against him. Your pussy stutters around him eyes closing as you reach the end. His eyes never leave your face as he feels you cum around him. "Fuck. Where do you want it?" He pants out. You look down at him fluttering your lashes look somehow innocent as he ruins your pussy. "Cum inside me Wally." You smile at him. That sentence alone pushes him to fill you with his spend.

He fucks his cum into you before resting his forehead on your collarbone both of you breathing heavy. "Fuck who knew you were such a freak Baby." Wally chuckles kissing you as your cheeks heat. He gently removes himself from you before helping you climb into his passenger seat. He gets in starting the truck before he snatches your panties from you tucking them into his pocket. "These are mine now. I want you to feel my cum dripping down those pretty thighs."

Yes Daddy 🥰

rafe having a breeding kink? Use of mama and praises?

you had spent the afternoon at your aunt’s house, watching her baby gurgle and coo in rafe’s arms. it was almost surreal, the way he softened, the way his rough hands cradled the tiny bundle so carefully. he had looked at you then, something unreadable in his blue eyes, something dark and hungry lurking beneath the tenderness.

"you’d look so fucking good carrying my baby, y/n" he had murmured, just low enough for only you to hear, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. the words had sent a shiver down your spine, pooling heat low in your stomach. rafe had spent the rest of the visit teasing you with lingering touches, whispered promises, his fingers grazing the curve of your belly as if he was already imagining it round and full.

by the time you got home, the tension was unbearable.

rafe leans in, his breath hot against your ear, a wicked smirk playing at his lips. "you know what i want, don’t you?" his voice is thick with lust, dripping with that deep, possessive hunger that sets your skin on fire. his hands, rough and commanding, slide down your waist, gripping, kneading, holding you in place as if daring you to run. not that you would.

"mmm, fuck—look at you," he groans, his fingers spreading over your stomach, possessively pressing, as if he’s already claiming you from the inside out. "gonna put a baby in you. gonna watch you swell with me—fuckin’ mine."

the heat pooling between your thighs turns molten, a slow, sinful ache as he grinds against you, his cock hard and thick, straining against the fabric separating you. his mouth finds your throat, lips dragging, sucking, teeth grazing just enough to send a delicious shiver down your spine. "gonna make you take it. gonna fuck you so deep, there won’t be a doubt who you belong to."

your whimper is met with a low chuckle, rafe’s hands gripping your hips tight, pulling you flush against him. "say it, baby. tell me who’s gonna fill you up."

your voice barely comes out, breathless, needy. "you, rafe."

"that’s right, mama. only me."

he lifts you with ease, pinning you beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his body heat searing into yours. his fingers trail between your thighs, teasing, playing, spreading you open like his own personal feast. "already so wet for me. fuckin’ perfect."

he doesn’t rush. no, rafe likes to make you desperate. likes to watch you writhe, to hear you beg. his fingers slip inside, slow and deliberate, his thumb brushing over your clit just enough to make you shudder. "gotta make sure you’re ready, mama. need you to take every inch. need you dripping."

your back arches, hands clawing at his shoulders, at his back, anywhere you can hold onto as he builds you up with those wicked hands, his lips ghosting filthy praises against your skin. "such a good girl. so fuckin’ perfect for me. gonna take me so well, aren’t you?"

all you can do is nod, desperate, mind hazy with pleasure as he works you open, stretching you, preparing you. when he finally lines himself up, you’re already trembling, already teetering on the edge of something devastating. he watches you, eyes dark, lips parted as he presses in, inch by inch, filling you, stretching you, claiming you exactly the way he promised.

a strangled moan leaves your lips, and rafe groans in response, his hands gripping your thighs, pushing them open wider. "fuck—yes, mhm. that’s it. take it. take every fucking inch."

he moves slow at first, letting you feel every thick drag, every pulse of him inside you. his lips brush against your temple, voice thick with something dangerous. "gonna fuck my baby into you. gonna keep you so full, so perfect."

and then he snaps his hips, thrusting deep, raw, possessive. the pleasure is overwhelming, dizzying, white-hot and consuming as he pounds into you, as he takes you like he owns you. his praises mix with filthy promises, his hands gripping, his body relentless. "you want a baby, mama? gonna keep you like this forever. filled up. used up. marked."

you’re already falling apart beneath him, but rafe isn’t finished. not until he’s buried so deep you feel him for days. not until he’s sure you’re ruined for anyone else. and as he presses a hand against your stomach, feeling himself inside you, he grins, wicked and proud.

"gonna put a baby in you. and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it."

notes: crossing my fingers that this wasn't cringy, i hope you liked it! 🤍

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Someone Who Needs Me | Older!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie’s been working really hard and you want to show him how much you appreciate everything he does.

WC: ~1.6k

Warnings: fluff, smut, age gap (Eddie’s in 40s and R’s in 20s), mixed POV, possessive!Eddie, sexist co-workers, swearing, mention of piv sex, one teasing use of “daddy”, brief oral m!receiving. Not much plot these guys are just in love and horny for each other idk 18+ ONLY MDNI

This is a second part to Sweet Like Sugar

When you walked into the kitchen and saw Eddie’s lunch box still sitting on the counter, you sighed and gave a fond shake of your head.

Poor, Eddie.

Between picking up extra hours at the garage and working to repair your water-damaged trailer, he’d been trying to burn the candle at both ends and as a result was starting to get a little forgetful.

A few days earlier you’d found his wallet tucked behind the celery in the fridge, and he kept misplacing his rings and the keys to his car.

He laughed it off by saying it was just his “old age” finally catching up to him, but you knew the truth was that he was pushing himself too hard.

You were staying with Eddie until he could get your trailer back into livable condition, but he was in no rush to finish — he liked having you around. The man who, for years, had relished in his solitude now found himself hooked on domestic bliss and the truth was, he never wanted to be alone again.

He loved seeing your pretty face every evening when he got home from his shift at the garage — even though the days were long, your sweet kisses kept him going.

He loved the sound of your voice, the light in your eyes and the soft perfume that you wore; how your scent filled his home and lingered in his sheets. Every morning when he pulled your warm body close in the early hours before dawn, he wondered to himself how he’d ended up with an angel like you.

And now that you were his, he never wanted to let you go.

As soon as your trailer was repaired, he planned to suggest that you put it up for sale and move into his place with him for good. He knew it was fast, but at his age he didn’t see the point in playing games — he just hoped his intentions wouldn’t scare you away.

He needn’t have been worried. You were all in.

Living with Eddie was the first time in your life you had ever felt truly safe and appreciated, and you couldn’t imagine going back to dating the immature guys your age. None of them could ever hold a candle to Eddie — they couldn’t even hold a match. He was the man of your dreams and took such good care of you.

You had an appointment that afternoon across town so you decided to leave a little early and drop Eddie’s lunch off at the garage on your way. It wasn’t much, but it was the least you could do to show him that you cared.

In your eyes, he deserved to be treated like a king.

When you pulled up outside the garage, you felt a little thrill of excitement. You loved visiting Eddie at work.

He always looked so good with his silver-flecked curls tied back and his big hands darkened with grease — for some reason the scent of motor oil on his skin really got you going.

As you walked into the garage you were greeted by a chorus of hoots and whistles courtesy of the mechanics eyeing you in your daisy dukes. You just rolled your eyes and ignored their stares as you looked around for Eddie, but you didn’t spot your boyfriend right away.

“Hey Ed, yer girl’s here,” someone hollered and Eddie rolled out from under a car, then sat up on the creeper and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands.

He’d tied a bandana around his head to keep loose strands of hair out of his face, and he looked so good that it made your stomach flutter.

“You forgot your lunch, so I thought I’d bring it by,” you said as he took the tin from your hands, then gave you a shy dimpled grin before his eyes dipped to the floor.

He still wasn’t used to having someone worry over him, and at times it left him feeling a little flustered.

“I swear I’d forget my fuckin’ head. Thanks sweetheart, you’re so good to me.”

He leaned in to kiss you on the cheek and your face started to get warm. Even after being together for months he always had the same effect on you, and you had to suppress the overwhelming urge to jump him in his greasy coveralls.

“It’s the least I can do. You work so hard.” You grabbed the material at his waist and pulled him close so you could press your glossy lips to his. You parted your mouth as you tilted your head, forgetting where you were for just a second and letting the kiss linger a bit too long for in public.

But Eddie didn’t care who was watching.

He grabbed ahold of your hips and squeezed them tight as he leaned into the embrace, letting his tongue caress yours and groaning against your lips. He wasn’t oblivious. He’d heard the obnoxious whistles and catcalls from before and had no qualms about showing those guys that you were his.

He could feel himself getting hard and wondered if maybe you’d be up for a quickie outside in his car that was parked in its usual secluded spot behind the garage. You’d visited a few times before on his lunch breaks, bouncing on his dick in the crowded backseat while he buried his face in your cleavage and sucked on your perfect tits.

But you pulled away a few seconds later and busied yourself with straightening his collar, derailing his horny train of thought.

“I’d better get going or I’ll be late for my appointment,” you said, giving him a little wink. “I’m heading over to the spa this afternoon for the usual.”

“Yeah?” He gave you a playful raise of his eyebrows and his cheeks flushed a little pink as he leaned in close so no one else could hear. “You need some money? Maybe get them to do that thing I like?”

Eddie loved it when you got your bush waxed in the shape of a landing strip just like the girls in the porno mags he used to read as a younger man. He also loved any opportunity he could find to spoil you.

You held out an upturned palm and he immediately dropped his gaze to the long, painted nails that gripped his shoulders every night in bed; those sharp pink tips that dug so deliciously into the soft flesh of his ass when he was buried inside you, urging him even deeper.

He walked over to where his jacket was hung on its hook and took a couple twenties out of the pocket, then handed them to you along with a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Thank you, daddy,” you whispered quiet enough that only he could hear, and his cock twitched at the sound of the name that was meant for just for the two of you.

“Shit—baby, you can’t just say that here,” he stumbled as your glossy lips curled into a sly smile.

“Oops, sorry.” You shrugged, feigning innocence as you turned to walk away. “I’ll see you at home later, okay?”

One of the guys let out another low whistle as you swayed your hips on the walk back to your car and you smiled to yourself when you overheard Eddie’s gruff final warning.

“You’d better watch yourself, Derek.”

It was Friday evening, so when quitting time rolled around the guys asked Eddie if he wanted to join them at the bar, but he said no. He knew you were waiting for him at home.

The men all jeered and got their digs in about how Eddie was pussy whipped, but he didn’t give a shit. He knew they’d give anything for a chance to go home to you.

When he walked up the creaky steps to the trailer, he could hear the faint sound of you singing in the kitchen and when he opened the door he was met with the pleasant aroma of the food you had prepared.

He sat down at the kitchen table to untie his boots and you walked over to greet him, wearing his favorite frilly apron and a smile.

“Smells good in here, whatcha cooking?” He stood up and gave you a teasing wink. “You know if you keep this up, you’re going to spoil me.”

“I’m making your favorite,” you purred, stepping close and running your newly manicured nails down his coverall covered chest. “Why don’t you go get showered while I finish up?”

“Good idea. I’m so fuckin’ stiff, I can barely move.” He grimaced as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

You furrowed your brow at the way he groaned with each bend of his aching muscles. He’d been working much too hard.

“Do you need me to help?” you offered sweetly, your wide eyes brimming with concern. “Dinner’s pretty much finished. I can just keep it warm.”

He nodded and a lazy smile stretched across his face as he watched you reach behind your back to pull loose the bow in your cute little apron.

“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna need some help.”

And you helped him, down on your knees under the warm running water, your fresh nails gripping his muscular thighs as he rested his back against the tile shower wall.

His breath came out ragged as he carded a hand through wet curls to push them out of his face, while using his other hand to guide your head up and down his slick cock.

“So fuckin’ good for me,” he mumbled, the soft praise spilling from his lips as he gazed down at you with naked adoration.

And you were. Such a good fucking girl.

Thank you for reading! 💕

A/N: I have another little part to this where reader sells her trailer and Eddie doesn’t like their new neighbor 👀

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Anyone else desperately need someone to just make them go stupid? I’m talking no thoughts just them. Bend me over and fuck me like you hate me. And then after treat me like a princess.

Homecoming? Guess not.

Summary: You are Wally's best friend and assumed you'd be his date to the dance like you've been to every event. That is until he says yes to the cheerleader right in front of you and you are confronted with feelings you didn't know you had.

Disclaimer--- This is mainly angst and fluff with potential for more later. I did not proof read this. Sorry... If you like it let me know and I might post a part 2.

Wally Clark was your best friend. You couldn’t really place when he became your best friend but it was early in life. Maybe 1st grade? Or kindergarten even? He spent more time at your house then anywhere else. He lived just across the street from you. Your mom made him a plate every night for dinner. Your dad treated him like a son. You never saw him as a brother though more like your other half. When he wasn’t around everything felt slow and sluggish, lackluster even. The older you got the more of a magnetic pull he had on you. He felt the same pull even though he wouldn’t admit it out loud. You were his soft spot, the thing that could bring him to his knees but didn’t everyone feel that way about their best friend?

Everything fell apart for you the day the hottest girl at school approached your table in the cafeteria. She wore her cheerleading uniform and she rested her hand on his shoulder not even glancing in your direction. “Wally, I was wondering if you’d be my date for the homecoming dance on Saturday?” She batted her lashes. As soon as the words formed on her lips your stomach sank and your hands began to shake. You quickly tucked them under your legs looking anywhere but them. Wally glanced in your direction hurt by your indifferent look mumbling a “Sure, I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You could have died right there. It wasn’t the first time a girl had flirted with Wally but it was the first time that he didn’t shut them down. He hadn’t gone on a single date all of high school, always gently declining or mentioning that the two of you had plans already. This felt heartbreaking. Why had you assumed you were his date? You had bought a dress that matched his classic blue suit but he hadn’t asked you. He never asked you to any event. You just rode together and hung out the entire event. The cheerleader had sat down so close to him clutching onto his arm through his letterman that smelled like you. Your eyes had filled with tears but you refused to let them fall. He wasn’t yours. Not in that way at least. He’d never even mentioned liking you as anymore than a friend. Your mind started to spiral. You had to get away from them. From him.

He was so distracted by the girl clinging to him that he didn’t notice you get up and leave. You were moving faster than you had ever moved. Your lungs felt like crumpled paper. You ducked into the bathroom, rushing to a stall before anyone could see your tears. You sunk down the wall not caring about how filthy the floors were. You were pretty sure your legs would have collapsed otherwise. You let yourself fall into that feeling but only briefly. He couldn't know. It would ruin the only friendship you had ever known. You had to step back until you convinced yourself that you didn't love him. Not as more than a friend. You took a few calming breaths and stood up. You peeked through the cracks checking that no one was in the bathroom and stepped out taking in your disheveled appearance.

You splashed your face with cold water trying to will the redness around your eyes to go away. You reapplied your mascara and wiped your nose. You were so thankful that your next few classes weren't with Wally.

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You had made it the rest of the day without crying. You told yourself that you had no reason to be upset. Wally wasn't yours to get upset about. It worked a little. Your mind still drifted to him constantly.

The final bell had rung signaling that the school day was over. Usually you would go to the field and watch Wally finish up practice then he would drive you home. You weren't ready to see him. For the first time in 4 years you walked home. It was cold. Freezing actually and you never brought a jacket with you because Wally would always give you his letterman or his hoodie. But you needed to feel the chill in your bones. It numbed the searing pain you felt in your chest.

You almost didn't go home knowing that's where Wally would look for you but fuck you were cold. You rushed in thankful that your parents were not gonna be home anytime soon. You quickly threw your bag on your bed and stripped off your clothes needing the shower to bring you back to life. Once you had finally got the feeling back in your fingers you got dressed in a hoodie and sweats that you made sure weren't his at anytime. You slipped on your thickest fuzzy socks and turned the lights off sinking into the bed that smelled faintly of him. Maybe if you sank far enough Wally wouldn't be able to find you.

It wasn't long after that when you heard the rumbling of his truck pulling into his drive way and the shout of your name. You heard the front door open and the familiar squeak of his sneakers on the linoleum of your kitchen. You willed your eyes to close thinking maybe he wouldn't question you if you were sleeping. Your bedroom door swung open so hard that it could have cracked the drywall and Wally was on you.

"Where the hell were you? Why didn't you wait for me?" he said angry but in a hushed tone knowing how much yelling upset you. His hands grabbed onto your face gently taking in your rosy nose and cheeks. He immediately jumps off the bed and starts pacing the floor. "I know you aren't asleep Y/N. Did you walk home? I know you don't have a jacket so please tell me you got a ride from someone." he rushes out eyes glued to your frame as you shift into a sitting position. You try to get your teeth to stop chattering but fail miserably.

You refused to look directly at him as you whisper out "I walked." His hands run through his hair as he looks at you. "Why?" It's one word but it feels extremely loaded. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, picking at the skin there. His pointed look never leaves your face as he sits on the bed next to your feet. "Um..I just needed some space. I'm good." you stammer out. "Bullshit. What is going on and don't make me ask again?" He says in the most serious tone he can muster. You don't know what to say without exposing yourself. You shuffle around in bed not being able to sit still with his gaze on you. You can't help but think about how hot he looks when he's mad.

You suddenly blurt out "I thought we were going to homecoming together. I shouldn't have assumed it I know but I did. I've never gone to a dance without you." Your bottom lip starts to wobble in that way that you hate giving away that you are about to cry and Wally crumbles at the thought that he's the reason for it. He crawls up the bed and wraps his arm around you in a way that should be comforting but feels condescending to you. You push him away and get up from the bed. "I know it's stupid and I'll get over it. I don't want your pity."

His eyebrows furrow together trying to process the information you are throwing at him. "Is that why you disappeared during lunch?" he asks tilting his head like a curious puppy. You just nod your head yes. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that would hurt you." he says softly. "It's fine. It doesn't even matter. Its not like I bought a matching dress or anything. I'll get over you." You are speaking so quickly that you don't even realize what you've said till it's out of your mouth.

Wally slowly gets up from your bed and walks towards you. You back yourself into a wall as you see his eyes darken. He cages you in between him and the wall, his eyes locked on yours. His tongue darts out to sweep over his pretty pink lips inch from yours. Your breath catches in your throat. He cocks his head to the side "When were you under me, Princess? I would have remembered that. In fact I've dreamed about that but fuck if I would have known taking another girl on a date would get you to look at me like this I would have done it years ago. After you left me with her at lunch I told her that I was actually going to ask you. Had all the football boys make signs and everything. Pretty embarrassing when you didn't show up to practice." his raspy voice sends shivers down your spine. "What?" You ask dumbly, brain moving at snail speed with him this close to you.

He leans down lips brushing your nose then your cheeks. He mumbles against your skin "I am taking you to homecoming. Got it?" You nod your head and his lips capture yours in a bruising kiss. The spark makes your entire body feel tingly. Your brain finally catches up as you mumble out "You've dreamt about me under you?" You bat your lashes at him. A chuckle leaves his mouth "Every damn night, Princess."

Pt 2? Maybe.....

This vibe or nothing.

🍆 me to sleep! 🤤🤤

Pillow princess

crybaby! Reader x Rafe Cameron

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You were weightless, boneless, floating somewhere between sleep and reality. Your body was soft, limp against the sheets, your limbs draped over Rafe’s as he held you close. The air was thick with the scent of him—cologne, sweat, and the faintest hint of his shampoo.

You sighed, completely fucked out, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you nuzzled into his chest. “Mmm.” That was all you could manage, a tiny, content little noise, barely above a whisper.

Rafe smirked, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns up and down your side, his other hand resting on your throat, just where you liked it. His thumb brushed over your pulse, feeling the rapid little beat beneath your skin, like a caged bird trying to escape.

His grip was never tight—just there, firm and grounding, a silent reminder that you were his.

You exhaled shakily, melting further into him. “Feels good,” you mumbled sleepily, voice hoarse and used.

Rafe hummed, dragging his knuckles over your jaw before tilting your chin up, forcing your hazy eyes to meet his. “Yeah?”

You nodded, lips parting, breath coming out in soft little pants as he ran his fingers back down, pressing lightly at the base of your throat.

Your lashes fluttered. Your lips trembled.

“More,” you whispered, barely conscious but still needy, still desperate for his touch.

Rafe chuckled, his hand tightening just slightly, just enough to make your body go lax. “Fucking pillow princess,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there. “Can’t even keep your eyes open, huh?”

You whimpered, shaking your head, slipping deeper and deeper into that fuzzy, floaty space where everything was warm and perfect and him.

“Did so good for me, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with pride, fingers stroking over your skin. “Go to sleep. I got you.”

And you did—safely tucked away in Rafe’s arms, his hand never leaving your throat.

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Blurb:

Just my brain being turned on by hands. 🤷‍♀️

Eddie Munson loves teasing. It comes second nature to him.

He’d slip his hand around your throat anytime he was standing behind you. Giving it a tight squeeze then dragging his palm down your breast before settling on your hips.

He’d pretend his rings got caught in your hair to hear the little whine escape you when he pulled it.

He’d touch you in the gentlest ways yet so heated. Running his fingers in circles up your calf or down your spine.

He wanted you begging for his attention, his hands, his mouth, his cock.