Literally

milo manheim for teen vogue!

People don’t understand how hard it is to get over your own personal hell. Like I give so much credit to them for literally stepping into the fear to help Janet. This is a huge example of co-regulation

wally clark who keeps an extra hoodie in his locker for you, knowing you’ll steal it at some point later in the day.

wally clark who heard what flavor of chapstick you like and started wearing it so you tasted it every time you kissed him.

wally clark who runs to you after games and scoops you into his arms, pampering you with kisses and refusing to let you go.

wally clark who brags to all his buddies about you, saying “you wish you had someone as awesome as them”.

wally clark who shows you off every chance he gets, having you perched on his lap like a precious gem, lazy kisses to your shoulder while you talk.

wally clark who always has to have his hand on one part of your body. your hand, thigh, back, shoulder.

wally clark who buys you a necklace with his initial on it, always staring at it when you’re with him, adorning how the little “W” say so perfectly on your collarbones.

wally clark who’s always searching for you in the hallways between classes, inevitably meeting you and your locker and greeting you with a kiss while mumbling how he missed you.

SCHOOL SPIRITS Ghost Pointe Blank

Me reading this

Hot For You

summary: prompt fill. Wally is horny as fuck and can't keep his hands out of his pants. who are you not to help a friend in need? (request)

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: smut. flashfic. masturbation. pre-canon. accidental interruption. very mild daddy kink.

bon reading, frens

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Hot For You

It's your fault, Wally thinks, fucking hand down his pants, fondling himself as he remembers what you were wearing. Those teeny tiny little gym shorts, t-shirt snug to your body—knotted at the front, a strip of smooth skin on display—those knee-high socks that give the impression of schoolgirl innocence when Wally knows (he fucking knows) you're anything but.

He's hidden away in the Home Ec. room, the school empty on Friday afternoon, but he thought he had football practice, so there he is. And then he'd seen you come out of the girls' locker room, ready to volleyball, chatting and giggling to Sarah Miller as you winked at him on your way by.

He watched your hips sway, your ass cheeks flex—one two, one two, one two—as you walked down the hall.

Wally was hard in seconds. So quick his vision spotted.

He made himself scarce as soon as Rodney informed him that practice was cancelled. Booked it to the first place he could think of for privacy. The Home Ec. room is at the back of the school. Second floor. No one goes near that area, especially on a Friday.

Except maybe the janitor, but Wally can't think straight enough to give a shit. Using spit for lube, he strokes himself slowly. He should probably hurry it up, but he can't bring himself to fast-forward through the fantasy.

You looked so good. Fucking edible. What Wally wouldn't give to sink his teeth into you and make you his. Sadly, you don't seem interested, always coy, but aloof. Flirting until you've had your fill and then walking away to leave Wally panting and hard in your wake. Tease.

He groans as he pictures you, those sweet tits out for him, your hands rubbing and caressing them, showing him how you like to be touched. His grip tightens at the tip, his thumb smooths other the slit, collecting pre and slicking his hand back down the length of his cock.

Wally spreads his legs wider and sinks deeper into the chair. Fuck, you'd look so good in his lap. He groans. Face hot. Lips parted. Eyes clenched shut so he can watch the show unfold in his brain. He bets your pussy would be his favorite. Pink and glistening for him. Sweet as honey and sloppy when he fucks you.

Oh God. His head falls back as he releases a moan. Too loud. He doesn't care. You're so fucking hot. And he'd take such good care of you, baby; make sure you come at least twice before he spills inside you. Gets you nice and bloated with his come.

"Fuck, baby," He hisses, hand moving a little faster, though he's still taking his time. Focused on stripping the head, other hand cupping his balls. Shit. Fuck.

"Wally?"

Jesus, no.

Wally's hand stills, but he doesn't remove it. Doesn't even have the wherewithal to think about how he looks and how he should probably change that image. His eyes widen and he gulps, staring at you in pure horror.

And then he notices. You don't look shocked or disgusted or embarrassed.

You bite your lip, closing the door and locking it behind you—God, had he really been that dumb to forget to do that? You take slow steps forward, hips swaying, gaze locked on where he's holding himself. Where he's flushed and hard. Just for you, not that you know that.

He doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't say anything. Slides his hand down to grip the base of his cock, shamelessly showing off what could be yours if you ask nicely as he leans back in the chair with a cocky smirk.

He watches as you step right up to him and then grin. Sultry and Cheshire. You plant your feet on either side of his legs, your hips hovering over his, and, in one sensual motion, you peel off your top.

Wally's brain explodes.

"Need some help?" You purr, taking a seat in his lap like you've done it a thousand times.

He pulls in a shaky breath, his eyes falling to your lips, "You gonna give me a hand?"

Your grin turns wicked. Leaning in to whisper in his ear, "I was thinking something else. If you want it."

Yes, he fucking does.

In an instant, he has his hands on your ass, his mouth on yours, tongue down your throat as he stands and walks you to one of the tables. Drops you hard and shoves you back with his body, his lips never leaving yours.

His fingers hook into those teeny tiny shorts, and he drags them down your legs and off. Tosses them somewhere for you to find later because, right now, he needs to see all of you.

You moan, the sound making him dizzy, and wrap your legs around his waist as soon as he's back on you, pinning your wrists to the table as he humps his cock against your hot pussy. Fuck, you're wet for him, slickening him up so good he can't think beyond it.

"So fucking hot, baby," He groans, releasing your wrists long enough to strip off his shirt. Then he's all over you, chest pressed to yours, skin to skin, the sensation so heady he has to take a second to breathe.

"Daddy~." You coo, and, shit, fuck, yeah, okay, he can get into that.

He grunts, "God," and bites your bottom lip, soothes it with his tongue before licking into your mouth again. "You want it, baby?" He asks, hips dragging in a slow stroke, pushing his cock between your folds.

"Please," You whimper, your eyes glazed and heavy, cheeks such a pretty pink that Wally thinks that's his new favorite color.

Leaning in to nip your ear, he whispers a dark, promising, "Gonna be my good girl? Gonna take all of me?" And he grinds forward again, losing himself to the friction for a moment.

"I'll be so good for you, Daddy," You gasp, and he's done. Control snapped in half from the way you sound so greedy for him.

Part of him wonders if this is a dream. If he smacked his head somewhere along the way and he's in the best coma ever. But, it's real; your skin too soft, curves too perfect under his hand. He's got you under him for real, and he intends to take advantage of it. You know, since you're willing.

Wally lines himself up. One powerful thrust and he's completely enveloped in you, groaning in ecstasy as your pussy grips him nice and tight. Fuck. God. He could die now and have no regrets.

You struggle against the hold he has on your wrists, but he doesn't give in. Moves his hand to your throat instead as he starts moving. Beating his cock into you. Sharp. Hard. No time or patience to slow down. He wants and he's going to get.

"Fuck, you're so perfect, baby." He moans. "So good for Daddy. So fucking hot." He watches your tits bounce with every thrust, nipples so pretty he needs a taste. His tongue flicks one, his teeth close around it, and then he's suckling with a hot groan. "So fucking perfect," His breath on your wet skin raises goosebumps.

Wally's mind has melted, lost totally to his lust. An animal for you, on you, in you, fucking your pussy so hard the sound bounces off the walls in the quiet space. He feels you tremble beneath him, your throat convulsing under his hand when you swallow or whimper or sigh. He tightens his grip slightly, keeping you there.

"Gonna make me come so fucking hard, baby," He pants, hips wild, he's never felt anything this good in his life, Christ, he can't get enough. "Do you want it? You want Daddy to fill you up?"

You arch your back and keen.

He takes that as a resounding 'yes' and picks up the pace, wanting desperately to paint your fucking insides with his come. To make you his.

Pounding into you, five, six, more times and you tense, pussy clenching around him, your voice weak and raspy when you tell him you're coming, and, hell yeah, he can feel it. His eyes roll back, his brain short-circuits, and then, holy fuck, he's coming, heat punching out of him like a freight train.

He grunts, hitches his hips, grinds into you as he spills everything he's got into you, pussy squelching as some of it leaks out around his cock. He knew he was pent-up, he just didn't realize how bad until the wave breaks and he collapses forward, barely catching himself before he crushes you under his weight.

You and he lay there in silence as the afterglow creeps in. Soft and vulnerable and perfect, just like Wally knew it would be. He lifts himself up on one arm and gazes down at you with a crooked smile.

"Hey," He says, belated and cheeky.

You smile, "Hey."

Wally can't help the chuckle that escapes him. He's elated. Giddy. Got the girl of his dreams naked, his softening cock still buried deep, and he wants to shout from the rooftops how good you made him feel.

You stare up at him, sweet, gorgeous as Venus, "We should see if it's that good in a bed."

Wally's smile widens, and he nods, "Definitely."

But right now, he has plans to bend you over and fuck you against the counter before you ride him into the sunset on that chair over there.

After that, you and he can discuss whose bed you were suggesting.

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School Spirits 2.06 - "Ghost Pointe Blank"

THE THINGS THAT I WOULD DO WITH THIS MAN WOULD MAKE GOD CRY.

Spend time between the holidays

Ryan Baker x Reader

Summary: A holiday sex joke, if your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg was Christmas, I wouldn't mind spending time between the holidays.

CW: Death (not you), grief, nakedness (non-sexual), fighting, breeding kink, daddy kink, I'll edit this when I'm awake

Sleeping over at Ryan's house was the norm. The two of you are inseparable even more so since the infamous RightMart massacre the year prior, which shook your town to the core. 2023 started off with a bang, so to speak. Countless town halls, trials, and press interviews Plymouth was forever changed. Halloween came and went, and Thanksgiving was around the corner. Everyone is on edge because the one year anniversary is coming up. A mystery instagram account appeared and was tagging thoses who were in the store during that time. Gaby & Evan were missing and killings have been occurring lately. It looks like a lot of the victims had to do with the RightMart massacre.The waitress who was a bit bitchy from the restaurant that Ryan and you would frequent to your best friend Yulia.

God, that killed you to find out about. You spoke to Yulia that afternoon via facetime and she was telling you about how her and her dad were moving to Florida because he didn't feel it was safe for them to remain here, when the murders were occurring. That was the last time you spoke to her and she promised that she would call when she made it to Florida. Scuba was the one who told you about what happened to her. During that time you pretty much unofficially moved in with Ryan.

He wouldn't dare to leave you alone while you were processing everything that happened. The first few days you didn't speak, eat or leave his bed, days turned into weeks and Ryan was getting worried about you. It was Sunday night & Ryan was holding you in his arms when he gently started the conversation not too sure if he'd get a response from you. “Baby.” He softly spoke. You looked up at him, waiting for what he had to say. “ I know how hard everything has been for you these past two weeks. I will always be here for you, but don't you think it's time for a change in scenery?” He carefully asked with nervous laced in his tone. You didn't say anything, which he was expecting, but he was having a bit of trouble reading your emotions. The two of you sat there for a moment, he just let you ponder in your thoughts. After what felt like eternity to Ryan who was observing you, you gazed into his eyes and nodded your head to his question from earlier. A smile broke out on his face and he pulled you into his chest. He asked “Would you like to take a shower together?” Again you nodded to his question. Together the two of you head off to the shower.

Steam filled the bathroom and water cascaded over the two of you. Ryan washed your hair and then he started the process to wash your body. The moment was very intimate just the two of you in the silent moment, no words need to be spoken just simply washing one's body. Once Ryan was finished, you turned to him and said “Let me return the favor.” Your voice cracked and dry from not speaking for a long time. Ryan was simply over the moon hearing your voice in a long time. “Yeah of course baby.” He said softly. Once you finish in the shower and step out, Ryan instantly wraps you in the fluffiest towel he owns. He sits you on the toilet and walks back into his bedroom to gather clean clothes for the both of you. When he returns, he pretty much dresses you and then starts your night time route. You wanted to protest to let Ryan get himself dressed, but he said that you were more important and didn't leave any room for argument.

Monday came and you returned back to school. It was the week before Thanksgiving break. You could feel pity from teachers and fellow students. Some try to offer sympathy but fortunately for you Ryan, Scuba and Jess would always step in before they could but unfortunately for you that didn't stop the grievance counselor attempts to corner you every chance she could get. Sure it was nice that the school seemed to care, but holy shit she's persistent and a small damper in the week that you returned back to school. It was Friday which was a half day thank fuck. Color started to return back to your face and Ryan couldn't be anymore happier. The final bell rang out signaling that the day is over. As Ryan waited for you by his truck, you and Jess were making your way towards him discussing the party that she was throwing at her dad's house because he felt guilty about what happened and pretty much did whatever his baby girl asked. (It wasn't because he was trying to persuade her that he was a good dad while he was planning on opening RightMart for Black Friday again.) You and Jess go your separate ways and call out “ See you tonight lovely.”

You were getting ready at Ryan's house, music playing from your phone. Ryan came back into the bedroom from the bathroom, towel hung low on his hips. You make your way into the bathroom to do your makeup and hair. He starts to get dressed and his back is visible in the mirror that's in the bathroom. You were watching the way his muscles rippled with each moment he was making. He turns around and the two of you lock eyes with each other through the mirror. Time stopped for a moment while the two of you were holding that contact. “Like what you see, darling.” He said. You roll your eyes and giggle at his cheesnesses. He stalked towards you with his button up hanging around his shoulders and wrapping his arms around your waist caging you in between himself & the vanity. You could feel every part of him pressed up against you. Heat thrumming through your body. Ryan grinds himself into your ass that pressed directly on his hard on. Heavy pants and breathy moans fill the air. “Baby.” You pant out loud. He slows his movement, but not fully stopping and his hands travel up your body giving your breast a firm squeeze. “Baby, we can't.” You whined out. It was then when Ryan stopped, he knew you were right. You couldn't be late to the party & it was your first non-school outing since the passing of your best friend. He places a kiss to your shoulder and a slap on your ass while he exits the bathroom to finish getting dressed.

You arrive at Jess's house, seeing the party in full swing. Hand in hand the two of you make it up to the door and enter the party. Music was fully blasting and you could feel the vibrations in your bones. Making your way through the sea of people in the house and finding the door that leads to the backyard where more people were congregating at. You spot Jess and make your ways towards her. Conversations are flowing and the party is in full swing that even Michael McCarty makes any appearance. Lost in conversation with Jess, you glance over your shoulder trying to find Ryan so you could ask him to get you some water . That's when you spotted the last person who you thought you'd see here tonight, yet alone in Plymouth. Your eyes narrowed watching the person making their way across the yard without a single care in the world. Jess, who was trying to regain your focus, gave up and followed your line of sight to see what had all of your attention. That's when she spots him as well. Her breath hitched. Bobby fucking De Stasi.

Out of all the people you were gobsmacked that he showed his face here. Jess looks like she's about to say something but you beat her to it. “What the hell are you doing here?” Jess shouted at him. Ryan who was nearby heard Jess’s voice and made his way over to where you were. He stood next to you and was a bit confused on what was going on until he noticed who ever one was looking at. He scoffed loudly and he reached for your hand and entwined your fingers together. Again Jess repeated the question at Bobby who was just standing there. Bobby finally spoke up “ I'm back to help out with my uncle at his auto shop.” Jess scoffed at his answer and continued on “ I meant was what are you doing at this party?” Bobby looked around and noticed that an audience was forming. “Can we go talk in private, Jess?” He asked. A scoff left your lips and replied “Anything that you have to say to Jess, you can say it in front of us.”

Bobby looked in your direction and noticed Ryan Baker standing next to you which for some reason caused Bobby to laugh. Ryan was ready to fight him, but you held up your hand signaling to him not too. “Well?” Jess asked. “I wanted to talk and explain things to you and see if we could try again.” He mumbled out. “Are you serious?” Both you and Jess say at the same time. “You seriously think I'd want you back after you ghosted me for an entire year with no contact!” She shouted. Jess turned around and headed back into the house, Bobby tried to follow but Ryan stood in front of him to block him doing so. “Move it Baker.” Bobby firmly spoke. “Not a chance in hell.” Ryan said. In a blink of an eye a fight between them breaks out. Fists repeatedly landing blows between them. It wasn't until Michael and Scuba broke up the fight between them. “Get the hell out of here Bobby!” Ryan yelled.

Adrenaline was running through Ryan's bloodstream and he needed to release this energy. He grabbed your hand and dragged you back into the house and looked for an empty bedroom. Once he found one he pulled you inside and the door shut he immediately walked you over to the bed and pushed you down on the mattress. He hovered above you and began to place kisses all over your face. His hands are exploring and squeezing your body. His fingers slid under the hem of your dress and slowly started to lift over your head and he removed his clothes as well. He began kissing down your neck and sucking bite marks into your neck. His lips traveled further down your body and made it to your breast. His lips enveloped one of your nippple in his mouth and he began sucking and biting it while his other hand messaged your boob and pinched your nipple. Once he thought that side was good he switched to the other one giving it the same treatment. Afterwards his lips trailed down your sternum and down your stomach. Right to the waistband of your panties. He places gentle kisses across your hip bones. His teeth grabbed the waistband and he began to pull your panties down.

When they were removed he spread your legs apart and started kissing your ankle up to your inner thigh leaving bite marks in its wake. One he reached your cunt he placed a kiss on your mound and then moved down in front of your entrance. He ran his tongue up your folds and kissed your clit. He repeated motion for a bit then on his way back down, he decided to interest his tongue inside your pussy and began fucking yourself on his tongue. He ate you out like a man on a mission to make you cum. He kept changes between fucking you with his tongue to focusing it on your clit. Your legs were beginning to shake which Ryan knew was a tell tale sign that you were about to cum. So he began to pick up his pace to get you to fall over the edge. He began humming into it and that sent jolts up your body. After one particular harsh suck on your clit, you came hard and boy did he love that.

After you came down from your high, Ryan flipped you over on all fours and ran the tip of his cock through your folds. He pushed himself into you until he was fully sheathed . He didn't move and you started begging, “Please move , daddy.” That caused him to stutter and let out a whine. He began to move which caused the both of you to let out long, loud, echoing moans, ecstasy hitting you both. His hips moving at a steady pace in and out, his tip gently tapping against your g-spot. He began to pick up the pace and his cock head repeatedly hit against your g-spot. Your brain was turning into mush and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head. Your walls began to start clenching down on him which is another tell that you are too cumming. Ryan added his finger on your clit and started rubbing it in tight fast circles, helping in making you fall over the edge. Hips moving faster, you started throwing it back on him and he pulled your hair hard and one really harsh thrust brought you over the edge and you came hard. His name falling from your lips in broken moans and tears running down your face. He kept going to chase his high and was overstimulating you. He was getting closer and he pushed your head down on the mattress holding it down and he bent over your back whispering pure filth in your ear. “What if I got you pregnant?” He said. “What if I breed you, huh what then?” He groaned huskily in your ear and you began to cry. “Yeah you like that baby. Me fucking you you full of my cum and giving you a baby ?” Your walls clamped down on him and he flew over the edge cumming so fucking hard and so much. He pretty much collapsed on your back.

The two of you stay like that for a little while letting your high burn out and you return back to earth from that mind blowing sex. Once you both came back down, he removed himself from your back and pulled out of you. A hiss leaves your lips, “I know baby, I know.” Ryan teases. He collapsed right next to you on the bed and he pulled you in his arms. Holding you so close to you and rubbing his hands all over your body in tender love. After a beat or two, he hooks his finger under your chin and tilts your head upwards. You both gaze into each other's eyes and you both can see the love you have for each other swimming in your eyes. “I love you.” He says his voice hoarse and places a kiss on your lips. “ I love you too.” You said against his lips and leaned in to kiss him again. He lays back down and you rest your head on his chest. Your eyes flick around the room until they land on a picture on the dresser and you gasp. Ryan was confused and asked “What's wrong, love ?” You turned to him and said “I think we just had sex in Jess's dad's bed?” He was frozen for a moment then the two of you burst out laughing and fell asleep.

It's definitely the most wonderful time of the year.