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Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N slow burn story

Part 13:

A/N this part contains talks about sex (no smut just yet)

Summary: its Christmas and you try to find the perfect gifts for everyone including Wally, as you reminisce about Christmas of the past with your families. And you and Rhonda share secrets.

6 weeks later…

It’s been nearly 4 months since your deaths and its almost Christmas. Janet as informed you that they have a party and exchange gifts. You have spent the last couple of weeks getting everyone gifts trying not to think about that its your first Christmas since your death and also the first one without your family. The others were easy to get gifts for. You made Dawn a bracelet with things you found around the school with a 70s vibe you know she’d love. You found an old scientist book and worked to fix the broken pages to give to Janet. A kid dropped a new pair of Ray ban sunglasses that you thought Tommy would like. For Rhonda you were stumped for a while until you found a Walkman filled with songs from the 50s and 60s. The only person you were struggling to find a gift was for Wally. You’d actually already made his gift; you were working on it all year. It was a scrapbook filled with polaroids of you and him, on the holiday to Milwaukee, when he went to Minnesota for an away game and countless of other photos of you and him together. You worked so hard on it for so long that you are sad you will never be able to give it to him. You wanted to give him the perfect gift. Wondering around the school when you noticed a storage room door that was unlocked. Weird you thought this door is always locked, you open the door made sure no one was around, you went in, shut the door behind you and turned the light on, to only see the room filled with yours and Wally’s belongings. This is the stuff your parents brought for your memorial; they mustn’t have picked it up. You look around the room and peeking out of a box was your scrapbook. Excitement washes over you. You didn’t even realise it was at your memorial and now it’s here to give to him. You exit the room making sure no one was there; you crept out of the room and went to the art room to find some paper to wrap it. You can’t believe your luck that you found it; I can’t wait to give it to him. You thought as butterflies swirled around in your stomach the nervous and the excited kind.

A week later and it was Christmas, a day you are normally so excited about for, you are sad. It was the first Christmas without your family. Right about now, Mary would be waking you up excitedly and run downstairs to open your presents and then you would get organized for Christmas lunch. Since your extended family live all over the country, you would have a small family lunch with Wally’s family. Memories of past Christmas’ fill your head as tears stream down your face, you wish you could be with them. You hadn’t even noticed Wally was sitting beside you on the couch in the library. “Merry Christmas, Darling.” He says when you finally acknowledge he was there. “Merry Christmas Walls.” You say as you wipe your tears away. “I know I miss them too but we at least we have each other, the others don’t have their friends and family.” He says back softly. “Yeah, your right I’m sorry it’s just hard. I um actually wanted to give your gift to you without the others if that, ok?” you ask moving your body to the side and crossing your legs on the couch. “I actually was going to ask you the same thing.” He replied.

You hand him your gift as he unwraps it and a wide smile spreads over his face. “How did you do all of this?” he asked as he flipped through the pages. “I actually finished it the day before we died, and my parents must have brought it for the memorial. I found a storage room with the stuff from the memorial our parents mustn’t have picked it all up yet.” You reply as he continues to go through the scrapbook. “This might be the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Now we can see photos of our families whenever we want.” He says as he embraces you in a hug. “Thank you, Y/N, now open yours” he says as he hands over a small box. You open the box and see a beautiful gold pendant necklace, the same as his, engraved with Darling on the back of the pendant. “Walls, this is so beautiful. Where did you find this?” you ask as you put the necklace around your neck. “I found the storage room too and my mum must have brought this with her. I got this for you a while ago too.” He responded. “I love it, thank you.” You say as you give him another hug. “You know maybe we should go back in that storage room and get more of our stuff.” You said as you let go of the hug. “Oh, absolutely I mean when we pick things up its just a copy, the real stuff will still be there sour parents will know that no one has taken anything.” He says. “How about we check it out after the Christmas get together with the others?” you ask as he nods his head and walks to the library door and to the teachers’ lounge.

In the teachers’ lounge you all exchange gifts and eat food that Tommy took from the cafeteria. “What Christmas traditions you both have?” Janet asks as she bites down on a chocolate chip cookie. “Well since both our extended families live all over the country, our families normally get together and spend the whole day together.” Wally replied. “We would have lunch and then we would go out in the snow for the whole afternoon. My sister and I would team up against Wally in a snowball fight and of course we would win-““because its two against one and Mary has a mean throw” Wally says butting in as you and Janet laugh. “What if we do a snowball fight on the field? We can find some warmer clothes in the theatre.” Tommy adds. “I’m in. I can’t think of nothing more fun than throwing cold snow at you.” Rhonda says as she gives Tommy a mean look. You wondered what that was about, they were close at the Halloween dance.

Excitement fills your body. A day you thought would be so hard may turn into one of the best days you’ve had since you died. You all pile into the theatre storeroom and found some warm clothes and head to the football field. As you head out to the field you held back Rhonda, “Hey what was that going on between you and Tommy?” you asked knowing she will properly snap back and not say anything. She stops walking and says “I thought he liked me, but he was just using me for sex because he was horny. I should have never said yes when he asked.” She replied. “Shit that’s awful, I’m sorry he did that. Like what the fuck dude? Just jerk off to yourself if your horny like we all do.” You blurt out before you can even realise what you were saying. Before you can correct yourself, Rhonda says “And what’s got you all horny. It doesn’t have to do with a certain tall person with chocolate eyes does it.” “Shush” you say as everyone else isn’t that far ahead. “Ok, yes I like Wally. I’m actually in love with him.” You reply. “Yeah, I know it’s so fucking obvious, we all know it- well maybe expect Wally.” She says “And he’s not going to know, not yet anyways I don’t want to jeopardize our relationship when we are stuck here. What if I say I’m in love with him and he doesn’t back, I can’t lose him Rhonda I just can’t.” You say almost crying “Ok, chill Hun. It’s not a big deal” she says “It is to me. He means everything to me, and I can’t do whatever this ‘in between’ thing without him. Please don’t say anything, I’ll even throw all my snowballs at Tommy’s face for what he did” you respond. “I won’t but leave all the snowballs to me, I want to through them at his dumb face.” She says as you both laugh as you walk to the field. The game starts and the first one to throw a snowball was Rhonda in Tommy’s face, you both laugh as you continue throwing snowballs at each other even Mr Martin was joining in. for what seem like the first time in a really long time the other ghosts aren’t miserable on Christmas, they are having fun and you can’t help but feel joy seeing everyone enjoy themselves.

As the game finishes Janet comes up to you pointing towards your necklace. “That’s beautiful, Y/N where did you find it?” “Wally gave it to me for Christmas. We actually found a storage room filled with our things from our memorials that our parents haven’t picked up yet.” You reply. She reaches towards the necklace stopping before she touches it, waiting for your permission too, you nod, and she takes closer look at it. “It’s matching the one Wally has, right? And he engraved it too.” “Yeah, he has always called me Darling for as long as I can remember, and I have always liked his necklace, so he got me one to match.” You say while looking around you to make sure no one else was around. “I think that is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” She says as she lets the necklace go and hang back around your chest. “Have you given anymore thought about telling him how you feel?” she adds as she slips her arm around yours, linking you together. “Not yet, Rhonda thinks I should too but, I don’t know it’s hard” you say to her. “Oh, Rhonda knows too?” she questioned. “Yeah, I accidently blurted it out when I was comforting her about something.” You respond. “Anyways, she promised not to say anything. I want to really weigh the pros and cons of it all. Like yeah, we may be here forever and being with him for God knows how long, would be fucking incredible but also it could end in disaster, and I lose my best friend.” You add. Janet nods and embraces you in a hug. You were glad she was your friend, Rhonda too because you don’t have to bottle in your feelings anymore.

Part 12 Part 14

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The End

Wally Clark x Reader

Two people died on September 23rd, 1983. One laid out on a football field before hundreds of people, and the other left behind on the cold floor of the boy's locker room.

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags: Sexual assault, semi-graphic depictions of SA, including: almost direct aftermath, reader is naked in the beginning, mentions of blood, and implied loss of virginity via SA, flashback to SA; death, reader's death is overlooked, ANGST

Characters: Wally Clark, Reader, Dalton (OC)

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A/N: The Doors title. Hey ya'll. I cannot believe the love I've been getting on this page, and it's driving me past my writer's block more than anything. With school starting, I can feel the academic anxiety kicking in, but I use my writing as a coping method when I can. This story has very intense topics (as stated in the tags) and is not meant to idealize any topics in any way. This was inspired by @general-fanfiction's Hopes and Fears series (GO READ IT RN), and @whoopsyeahokay's October Sun series (ALSO GO READ IT RN). If this story is well received, or I just feel the urge to, I'll probably turn it into a series (bc this sucks as a one-shot). As always, please heed the warnings, and read only if you're comfortable.

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Blood was everywhere.

It slid down your legs and dribbled onto the cold floor of the locker room. Every inch of your skin felt like it was too tight for your bones, and all you wanted to do was reach down your throat and rip out your heart.

Copper flooded your mouth. The tang brushed against the back of your chattering teeth, and all you could think about was how you wanted to crawl to the nearby shower and let it run until one of the coaches found you and dragged you out.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Move. You told yourself. All of your limbs ached. Nothing felt real.

You didn’t want this to be real.

It was supposed to be kind. Gentle. An act out of pure love.

Standing up proved to be hard, and it was like no one was able to hear you screaming out for help. Filtered out by the people flooding the halls, hustling to the big homecoming game going on that night.

The tiled walls provided little help as you brought yourself to a standing position, walking slowly as you felt your feet brush against the pile of your shoes, pants, and underwear on the floor. The touch stopped your heart, breaking a new tier of hate and regret across your body.

He said he loved me.

You turned on the shower, cranking the knob to the hottest setting, knowing that the water wouldn’t get anywhere near warm. Water slid harshly over your body, and you felt it pelt against spots of dried blood on your thighs.

You wished you never come to this stupid football game.

You wished you weren’t as ignorant, or as gullible, or as love-blind as you had been in the past three months.

You wished you never met him.

His face felt bitter and sharp in your head, poking and prodding, as if trying to stick the memory of his hands on you for eternity.

Time passed irregularly, no one came in or out of the locker room, and you were sure that the football game had to have reached its end by all of the cheering and yelling you heard outside.

After using all of the hot water in the gym wing, you slowly walked to the lines of lockers, trying even glimpsing in the direction of your clothes. tried to open every locker until one popped open, revealing a pair of grey sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a muscle tank, blue gym shorts, and a matching varsity jacket with #57 stitched on the arm.

You grabbed the matching sweatsuit, balling it in your arms and silently apologizing to the boy you’d never return the clothing to.

He probably won’t even notice, you told yourself.

You turned the corner around a line of lockers and you could swear you were going crazy. A bare foot poked out from behind the last line of lockers, limply tilted against your pile of clothes, painted a chipped wine red.

You blinked hard, looking down at your own chipped wine-red toes, and you clutched the clothing you stole to your naked body. The cotton was soft compared to the cold tile bracing against your feet, and you brought your eyes to look back to the pile of clothing on the floor.

Bile pooled at the back of your mouth as you hesitantly stepped closer to the foot that hadn’t disappeared. You’re going crazy, you told yourself, but the more and more you stared at the limp, pale body - your limp, pale body - whose features were more of a brutal mass than a face, the less it was going away.

You barely made it past the urinals and into an open stall before you dry-heaved into a toilet.

You were dead.

You couldn’t be.

As you zipped up the stolen hoodie and sweatpants, you tried to remember it all. Kissing under the bleachers before the game, him asking you to come with him while he grabbed something from his gym locker.

Every agonizing second you asked him to stop, to stop pressing you into the lockers because one of the locks was digging into your back; his decrepit hands sliding at your waistline, pushing and prodding past the fabric of your clothes.

Nothing would come up from your stomach.

Could ghosts vomit? You asked yourself, slowly standing to your feet and walking back over to your dead body.

Conversations started to flood the hallway, every muscle in your body coming briefly to attention before you flew out the door and screamed into the rushing crowd of students.

“Hello?” You called out, reaching your arm into the crowd, only to watch it get run through like something out of Star Wars.

Your body became hot, and even though you knew deep down that no one could see you, you pushed your tears back down your choking throat and felt your cheeks heat up with shame.

You walked into the crowd, who was thinning out the further you got from the hallway. Your body tensed for a moment, seeing the lights of police cars and ambulances pulling up to the school. Expecting to see the paramedics rushing toward your body, you waited for them to split the crowd, to start heading toward the school, but they were bolting the other way.

Straight toward the football field.

This school has to be fucking cursed.

One of the players was splayed out on the field, his head gently being lifted as paramedics were tugging his helmet off his head. The football team from whatever school yours was playing against was sitting on the bench, whispering and pointing to another one of their players who was talking to a police officer further down the field.

57.

The number sewn on the jacket hanging among the clothes you stole stood out against the dark blue of the player’s helmet. People gasped and a woman cried out as the paramedic set the helmet aside, revealing the face of the school’s resident golden boy; a dark bruise crawled up his neck, and his mouth guard slid between his lips as his limp head hung unnaturally over his shoulder.

You walked closer, straight through the forming line of police officers, and looked into the field. At the edge of the bleachers, waving his arms around and yelling into a silent group of people, stood Wally Clark.

Wally Clark is dead.

Just like I am.

You took off running, the activity coming easier to you when you were alive.

Alive.

“Wally!” You called out, and the football player snapped his body to your voice, his eyes wide and seeming relieved that someone was talking to him.

You stopped, resting your hands on your hips as he hopped down from the bleachers.

“What’s happening? Why- why is no one talking to me? What did I do?” He asked, skipping the formalities. He came to stand on the field before you, the football gear he was wearing sending a rush of debilitating shame through your body.

You faltered for a moment, his face flashing in your eyes before you rubbed your face back to reality.

“You didn’t do anything, Wally.” You managed to push out, pushing your eyes anywhere but on him.

“Then what is happening? I feel like I’m going crazy, one minute I’m running with the ball, and boom- I’m at the bleachers, trying to get my mother to talk to me and she won’t even look up at me. I know she’s pissed at me about going on the bench, but I mean I got back in the game, and now I’m guessing coach is pissed at me on insisting to get back in and-”

“You’re dead.” You cut off his rambling, forcing yourself to meet his face without looking away after a second, “I mean, I think we’re both dead.”

First, he smiled. Like what you said was some kind of joke. After you said nothing, he started toward the sidewalk, where his mother was now alongside a stretcher being lifted into an ambulance. You could see the tears on her face from where you were, each step you followed Wally, the easier it was to see her sorrow.

Then, as he was following his mother, he suddenly was gone, like he was plucked off the Earth by God himself.

That was until you turned to see him standing on the football field, right where his body was previously lying, tugging at the roots of his hair.

You hovered your foot, leveraging that if you stood on the sidewalk, you would be slingshotted back to the men’s locker room.

You decided to trust your gut and instead talked to Wally.

“I can’t be dead, I mean, that would mean you’re dead, and I literally saw you in the hallway this morning,” Wally said as he paced in a small area before you, “and I know for sure that I saw you because you were hanging around Dalton’s locker, which was weird because everyone on the team thought he had some college girl or something he was hanging out with-”

You didn’t register some of the words he was saying, instead you tried to control your thoughts from ripping you back to your last moments on earth at his name.

“-I mean, do you even know how crazy this sounds?”

You took in a shaky breath, wiping your hands over your face to poorly conceal any emotions that unwillingly spread onto your features, “Yeah, but that’s the thing, Wally. I am dead.”

Saying you were dead for the first time out loud was a lot heavier than you thought it would be.

You’re pretty sure that if the insanity of Wally being killed hadn’t overridden your brain, you would be somewhere huddled up and screaming for some greater power to give you eternal rest.

“What? That’s not possible, I mean, the people you were here with would’ve noticed you were gone. Dalton would’ve noticed you were gone.”

You didn’t want to give his name as much power as you did, but your body tightened up hearing it. You didn’t correct him, instead opting to stare at the dark woods on the far end of the field, your eyes burning once more.

“Y/N,” you were a little surprised that he knew your name, and even more when he stood in front of you with the most gentle expression you’d ever seen, “what happened after school? How did you die?”

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schoolspiritsfan14

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Just wanna hear you scream

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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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