Blood Splattered Rafe 😍

Eyes On Me, Sweets.

NSFW!!

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Summary: Maddie Nears shows up in the after life taking Wally's attention, the attention that is yours to have.

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The second Maddie Nears showed up in the afterlife you were annoyed. It had nothing to do with her. You actually felt like the two of you could be really good friends. It was the fact that Wally’s attention was no longer attached to you. You saw how he looked at her when she entered the circle for Mr. Martin’s session of the day.

You were used to his chocolate eyes being stuck to your frame constantly. He might as well have been a shadow to you. You had liked Wally the moment he found you crying next to your dead body. He had became your ghost guide never leaving your side. Always throwing flirty comments your way. He was ecstatic when the adorable blush graced your freckled cheeks. The sarcastic roll of your eyes as you looked away from him trying to hide the smirk on your face.

You sat in the circle listening to Maddie talking about how she died and Rhonda’s snippy comments towards her. You were seething by the time group was finished. Not even letting Mr. Martin dismiss you before you were running out of the gym. You heard Wally calling after you telling you to wait up but you kept moving. You had never felt anything like this before. The gnawing feeling in your chest, the anger practically radiating off of you.

You needed air. You couldn’t be within these dingy walls another second. The only noise coming from you was the squeak of your boots against the tile and the faint hum of the song blasting through your headphones. You dug your nails into the palm of your hand as you willed your legs to carry you faster. You burst through the door out onto the lawn of the school finally feeling as though you could take a full breath. Your feet carried you to the side of the bleachers at Wally’s stadium tucking yourself into a small corner that hid you from view.

You sat there pick at the grass under you. Tearing the blades into tiny strands. Your mind whirling, a constant loop of self doubt and something you were pretty sure was jealousy. But why were you jealous? You didn’t think for a second the hunky jock could have ever actually liked you. You were total opposites. When you were alive you constantly had your headphones on so no one would talk to you. You had your septum pierced and only went to school sanctioned events to get pictures for yearbook. He could talk to anyone. He hadn’t met a person he couldn’t spark a conversation with. He didn’t miss a single event alive or dead.

Wally had tried to chase after you when you ran off but Charlie had grabbed him needing help putting all the chairs away. He as quickly as he could collapsed all the chairs hanging them back on the stand and excused himself. He went to all your typical hiding spots. Not that they were really hidden from him. He knew about all of them. He checked the theater where you would sit in the back corner tucked away between the chair and wall, the roof of the school where you’d sit when you needed silence, and the pool where he’d find you swimming around to clear your head. You weren’t in any of the usual spots but he had to know that you were okay. He searched every room in the school and once he finished that he started on the school grounds. He checked the bus bench and the football field. He was about to call in reinforcements when he heard the faint humming that soothed the anxiety in his chest.

You were always humming along to whatever song was playing. Wally was pretty sure it was something you did unknowingly. He found your crumpled frame tucked underneath the bleachers. You were making a pile of the grass blades that were resetting every few minutes. He crouched down gently nudging your boot with his sneaker. You didn’t look up at him keeping your eyes on your shoes. He wraps his large hand around your calf tugging you gently towards him until your bent legs are pushed against his abdomen. The warmth of him soaking through your ripped leggings comforting you, caging you in between his long legs.

He gently takes your headphones off your head and uses the tip of his pointer finger to lift your chin making you look at him. “What’s going on? Why’d you run off without me, Sweets?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” You huff out at him trying to pull your chin from his grip. He tightens his hold looking at you with an eyebrow raised. “What’s got your brain running a hundred miles an hour, Baby?” His lips quirk up at the nickname turning his smirk into a full smile as the pink tinge covers your cheeks.

You anxiously pick at the skin on your lips with your teeth, his eyes tracing the soft curve of your lips. He gently pulls your lip from your teeth. “I asked a question. I want an answer, now.” His eyes darken.

“I just figured you’d be busy hanging out with the new girl. Didn’t wanna be a bother.” You shrug as you avert your gaze looking anywhere but at him. He leans in close enough to feel his breath on your lips. “Are you jealous, Baby?” His fingers twitching on the hand around your calf itching to somehow pull you closer. You scoff your cheeks bright red rolling your eyes at him.

“You just want all my attention don’t you?” You being to argue but he shushes you. “It’s yours, Sweets. I am yours.” He licks his lips rushing to kiss you with so much passion it make your head spin. “What do I need to do to make you realize that you are what I want in this life and the next?” He rasps against your mouth. He grabs your wrist pulling it to his hardened cock. “This is what you do to me. I have been touching myself to the thought of you since before you even crossed over. Cumming with your name on my lips."

You don't even know what to say as you look up at him through your lashes. The growl that crawls up his throat dampens your panties immediately. "Don't fucking look at me like that. I am barely holding on as it is." he pants out. His hand leaving yours to wrap back around your calf. You gently palm him, a pout gracing your lips. A raspy whisper leaves your lips as you look up at him. "What if I want you to show me just how much of your attention I have?" You grip his cock through his sweats giving it a squeeze.

He immediately pulls back standing to his feet and grabbing your hand pulling you into him. He tugs you with him toward the football field. He walks to the fifty yard line and shrugs off his letterman laying it out for you. He pushes you to lay down, your head resting on the smooth leather of his jacket. His smell engulfs you as he sinks to his knees between your open legs. He gently unties your boots tugging them off your feet and tossing them behind you. He places a delicate kiss to your ankles his hands slowly sliding up your calf to your thighs avoiding the area you need him. His hands rest on your covered hips as he leans over you kissing your lips roughly nipping at your bottom lip and soothing the pain with his tongue.

He trails his lips slowly down your neck bite and sucking at your skin as he goes. He looks up at you as his fingers go to pull your t-shirt over your head. You give him a nod. His fingers trailing up your soft stomach as he lifts it over your head. He sits back on his haunches to take in the exposed skin. His hands wandering, mouth watering at the lacy bra cupping your perfect tits.

He reaches around unclipping it with one hand and tugging the straps down your shoulders. His lips following the straps leaving goosebumps on your skin. Your nipples hardening as the cool air brushes against them. One hand settles back on to your hip while the other thumbs across your nipple pulling a whimper from your lips. His mouth latching on to other one sucking until he approves of the purple patch on the side of your breast. He swirls his tongue around your nipple sucking and nipping at it drawing whines from you. He drags his lips down your stomach kissing the skin above the waistband of your pants leaving you gasping for air.

He dips his long fingers into the waistband of your pants tugging them off your legs. He lowers himself to be even with your soaked pussy. He draws in a big breath a grown vibrating through him. He leans forward dragging his tongue over the wet patch. He leans back tugging your cute panties down and tucks them into the pocket of the letterman you are laying on. He puts your legs over his broad shoulders using his hands to spread you open. He stares at your soaked cunt mesmerized until your wiggle your hips with a whine. He smirks up at you. "Patience, Sweets. I have waited so long to taste this pretty pussy. I am gonna savor it." He leans in dragging his tongue over your clit swirling and flicking it until you tangle your hands in his hair. He holds your hips down as he trails his tongue from your pretty clit down to circle around where you need him the most.

"Pleeease." You whimper out not even knowing what you are begging for. You feel him smirk against you as he plunges his tongue inside you moaning at the sweet taste of you sending shockwaves through you. He continues fucking you with his tongue until he feels you tighten around him. He withdraws his tongue from your center causing you to tug at his hair trying to bring him back to you. You wiggle your hips pushing them up trying your all to get his mouth back on you until he delivers a sharp smack to your center causing a mix of a whine and a moan to fall from your lips, eyes shooting open.

You whine out "Why did you stop?" between breaths. He tugs his shirt over his head and starts shrugging off the rest of his clothes. He leans forward the tip of his cock resting against your cunt as he hovers over you. He wraps his hand around your throat squeezing, his pupils blown as he growls out "The only place you are allowed to cum is on my cock pretty girl."

You clench around nothing at his possessiveness. He uses the hand not holding your throat to smack the tip of his aching cock against your clit loving the pretty sounds leaving your mouth. He drags it down to your center "Eyes on me, Sweets." you look up at him. He smacks the inside of your thigh "I expect a response."

You stutter out a "Yes, Sir." He sinks into you inch by inch barely giving you time to adjust as he draws all the way out slamming back into you. A scream leaves your lips at the mix of pain and pleasure. Already so close to the edge you are writhing under him crying out.

"That's it sweets. You are gripping me so tight. Fuckkkk." his hips stutter, his grip around your throat tightening as he grabs your hand pushing you to play with your clit. "Show me how you make yourself cum, pretty girl." He continues his brutal place abusing the spongey spot inside you as you rub circles into your clit crying out at every thrust.

"Wallyyy i'm gonna cum." You whimper out as you spasm around his cock. "Go ahead baby show me how much you want me to fill this sweet cunt. Just let go." He grunts out. You scream his name as you tighten around him cumming. His hand leaves your throat as he pushes your limp hand away from your clit rubbing hard circles overstimulating you. He thrusts into you again moaning out "Y/N. Fuck taking me so well. Gonna fill you up." You feel his cum pumping into you as you desperately try and push his hand away from your clit. He grabs your face out of breath to kiss your swollen lips and gently pulls out of you loving the whimper that leaves you.

He leans back watching some cum dripping out of you. He gently pushes it back inside of you grabbing his shirt to clean you both off. He finds your panties and gently slides them back on and helps you put your arms through his letterman. And fuck when he leans back and takes in the view in nothing but his letterman jacket and his cum soaking through your panties he almost cums again right there.

He lets you rest while he gets redressed and then helps you get dressed putting his letterman back on you loving you in it. He picks you up not trusting your shaking legs to carry you. "Let's go get you some food and water, Sweets. I am not done with you quite yet." He smirks pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You smile lazily up at him bleary eyes running over his face and your hand playing with his necklace.

In the mood to be absolutely COVERED in hickeys, I’m talking neck, chest, thighs, arms, ass, DID I MENTION THIGHS

Milo Manheim

i think i wanna ride it until you cum inside me

I need to rewatch it because I’m pretty sure that’s the only thing I could see through my own tears.

Wally Clark being an absolutely wreck in the background the entire episode?

Yeah, that broke me

Heavy on this.

there’s something so hot about someone making you say that you belong to them 🫠

Blurb:

Wally Clark’s hands.

NSFW

Wally Clark is so touchy feely and clingy that he has to be touching you in some way.

When he was sat next to you his hand would rest on your thigh or he would have his arm around your chair. And if you had a little too much attitude he would tug on your ponytail giving you a look telling you to tone it down before he had to tone it down for you. Which usually ended with his hand wrapped in your hair while he fucked your throat or as he had you on all fours.

He’d pull you into his lap any chance he could get. Holding your hips in his hands. He’d slide them underneath your shirt warming your entire body at the feel of his skin on yours. He’d pop a boner immediately and position you perfectly over it making sure you felt him pulsing against your throbbing pussy.

Wally Clark would love how his massive hand looked wrapped around your pretty throat. The catch in your breath and the wide eyed look would turn him into putty. How dazed you got while he pounded into you.

If he needed you to be quiet or to shut up he’d sink his pointer and middle finger into your mouth and tell you to suck on them like the good little slut you are.

Wally’s Dirty Little Slut

NSFW

Summary: You need Wally to ruin you. Who knew all you needed to do was ask?

Author Note: Hiya! Thanks for all the support! I hope you enjoy more Dom Wally! I know I do! ;)

Wally is your afterlife fuck buddy? Boyfriend? You didn’t really do labels. Every ghost knew you had chemistry.

He was so sweet and thoughtful. He always made sure you were taken care of. Whether that meant getting you your favorite snacks or lending you his letterman when you were cold. He kind of revolved around you. Not that you minded in the slightest.

Originally it had started out as a primal need. He had been dead for a while and you were chronically horny even as a ghost. Even then he was so soft and gentle with you.

He treated you as if you were made of glass. Now that doesn’t mean the sex is bad. It’s not but you wanted him to ruin you. You saw that glint he got in his eye when you were sassy or teased him. You knew he could break you and boy did you want it.

So after the obligatory movie night you were buzzing. The way his biceps looked as he held you and him lifting the entire couch from the teacher’s lounge by himself got you extremely flustered. You needed him. Not in a soft love making way. You needed to feel like his own personal slut. You craved it.

Once the credits rolled you grabbed his hand and pull him quickly behind you. You head towards the principals office. Once you get inside you let go of Wally’s hand and start closing all of the blinds.

“Y/n, what are we doing in here?” Wally asks while looking around the office. Peaking at nicknacks on the bookshelves. “Wally, sit down please.” You motion towards the chair as you hop up onto the desk right in-front of it. “Okayyy. Is everything alright? You are kinda freaking me out.” Wally asks wearily.

“Yes everything is fine. I just need to get you alone.” You shrug lips pursed at him. Wally lifts an eyebrow at you curiously. You sit like that until you gain your courage back. “Ugh, okay fine. I need you. And not how I normally have you.” You say confusing the poor guy more than he already is. “You have all of me? What more are you looking for?” He questions resting his hands on your knees. You fidget anxiously picking at your nails before releasing a huff.

“I want you to ruin me.” You say carefully giving him your best sultry look to seal the deal. He chokes out a cough in surprise before standing between your legs. “You want me to ruin you?” He lets out a husky laugh. Your cheeks heat as you nod up at him.

“So my sweet girl wants to be my dirty little slut?” He teases wrapping his hands around your throat giving it a nice squeezing causing you to let out a little whimper. You look up at him mesmerized and extremely turned on. A harsh smack lands on your inner thigh. A gasp escaping you as Wally says “I need an answer. Now.” You stumble over your words before whispering out “Yes please.”

His smirk widens as he slowly lowers himself back into the chair. “ Only good sluts get to cum. Why don’t you show me how good you can be for me and get on your knees.” He widens his legs and shimmies his sweats down until him semi hard on pops out.

You quickly hop off the desk sinking to the cold tile on your knees. You grab onto the base of his cock before running your tongue teasingly across the slit. “Don’t be a fucking tease.” He grunts out hands clenched on the armrests. You nod before swirling your tongue around the tip and dragging it down the vein underneath. Then you bring the tip into your mouth swirling your tongue in fast circles.

Wally grabs your hair into a ponytail tilting your head to look up at him. “I wanna see those pretty eyes while I fuck your throat.” You flutter your lashes up at him as he slowly pushes his cock further down your throat. His pace starts slow pushing you down until you gag for him and those tears spring to your eyes. Then his pace quickens.

He throws his head back as he shoves his cock all the way down your throat. You gag tears falling freely but fuck you needed this. His abuse continues until you feel his cock twitch, he yanks your ponytail pulling you completely off his cock before lifting you to your feet and pushing you to sit back on the desk.

His hands pull your pants and panties off before pushing on your chest forcing you to lay back as he spreads your legs. “Fuck you are a dirty girl. Your pussy is weeping for me and I haven’t even touched you.” He smirks. His rough hands drag up your thighs spreading you open for him. He leans down licking a thick stripe up your slit, a whine falling from your lips.

He loved eating your pussy and almost forgot his task at the taste of you. He stands back up a whimper falling from your lips. He lands a swift smack to your clit pulling a scream from you. “Feet on the floor and bend over this desk.” You scramble off the desk laying your stomach onto the cold wood.

He hums at your obedience. “Being so good for me. You must be really desperate.” He laughs out before landing a swift smack to your bare ass. It has you clenching your hands around the edge of the desk and spreading your legs wider for him.

He drags the tip oh his cock through your wetness before plunging all the way into you. A scream leaves your lips as he pistons his hips quickly into you not allowing you anytime to adjust.

He has a bruising grip on your hip with one hand and the other tangles into your hair pulling your back to meet his chest. He wraps a hand around your throat fucking up into you so hard you are on your tiptoes. “This what you wanted sweet girl? Wanted me to fuck you stupid? To be my perfect dumb little slut. Taking me so fucking good.” Wally grunts in your ear.

Your brain is fried. A mindless babble leaving your mouth only being able to process the pleasure. You feel Wally’s hips give a sharp jerk as he snakes the hand at your hip around to toy with your clit. You cry out soaking his cock and clenching tightly around him causing his hips to stutter as spurt after spurt of cum fills you up. He thrusts a few more times until an overstimulated whine leaves you.

He softly pulls out laying your body back on the desk watching as his cum drips out of you. Once he’s satisfied with how much cum is dripping down your thighs he helps you get dressed before picking you up and taking you to the locker room to shower. He kisses your skin and whispers sweet nothings to you as he cleans you up. Still your sweet Wally even after ruining you.

18+

wally clark that’s a little very obsessed with his girlfriend. wally clark that gives off pure golden retriever energy until someone looks at you a few seconds too long and suddenly he’s all over you, gripping your waist from behind and burying his face in your neck. wally clark that can’t keep his hands off you at the best of times, his hands finding their home on your hips in particular or the back pocket of your jeans.

wally clark that gazes down at you with a grin when you’re trapped between him and the mattress, that goddamn gold chain dangling in front of your face. “you look so fucking pretty under me, baby”. wally clark that’s like a completely different man behind the safety of a locked bedroom door, fingers leaving marks on your waist from his tight grip, mouth staining any part of you he can reach a dark purple. “what’re you gonna tell your friends when they ask what happened?” “gonna say it was you” “you’re fucking right you will, baby”

🍆 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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