morallygrayboys

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Prompt list you can request from

1. "I love you, but please stop whatever it is you're doing"

2. "STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT'S NOT FAIR"

3. "You're an idiot." "Yeah, but I'm your idiot"

4. "Make me"

5. "You make me so unbelievably happy"

6. "You didn't call, you didn't next, nothing"

7. "You know we're meant to be"

8. "you're seriously like a man-child"

9. "It was a joke, baby. I swear"

10. "mine"

11. "Are you even listening to me?"

12. "Is that my shirt?"

13. " You're kinda cute, you know... only kinda"

14. "Just marry me already "

15. "It's too cold! Come back"

16. "Gimme a kiss, my love"

17. "Hold my hand" "what?" "just hold it"

18. "Can we get a dog?" "We have a dog" "I know, I want another"

19. "She did it! "No he did!"

20. "Oh shut up and kiss me already"

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

22. "I never thought I'd find a love like this"

23. "Leave me alone, the only thing I'm embarrassed by is your lame attempt at being cute!"

24. "Baby, please let me in. I'm sorry"

25. "Too bad, baby. You're stuck with me"

26. "You're honestly really freaking cute when you're jealous"

27. "Can I kiss you?"

28. "Wait, you're leaving already?"

29. "Why am I always the one carrying you?"

30. "f okay, what are you doing in a Spider-Man onesie, in my bedroom?"

31. "You make me feel safe"

32. "PILLOW FIGHT"

33. "God, you're beautiful. My pretty girl"

34. "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for the day!"

35. I had a rough day, and all I want right now is to cuddle with my partner

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

37. "You're legally obligated to keep holding me"

38. "Sweet girl. Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that"

39. "Do you like it?"

40. "I've never seen you so nervous"

41. "In our defense, we were left unsupervised"

42. "I can't help it, you're fun to mess with"

43. " Don't shut me out, please"

44. "Stay away from me"

45. "I saw that. You totally just checked me out"

46. "I literally cannot say no to you. It's impossible"

47. "Forgive me, please. I need you"

48. "Hey-- look at me. You can talk to me*

49. "Did you just flinch away from me?"

50. "Do it. I dare you"

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Authors Note: I can make a fic using the entire SFW and/or the NFSW alphabet if requested! Just say the characters name! ♡

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SFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Affection (how affectionate are they)

B - Body (what's their favorite part of your body?)

C - Cuddles (do they cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

D - Dates (what dates with them would be like)

E - Equal (do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?)

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

G - Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

K - Kisses (how do they kiss?)

L - Love language (how do they show their love?)

M - Mornings (what are mornings with them like?)

N - Nights (what are nights with them like?)

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Q - Quizzes (how much do they remember about you?)

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

S - Security (how protective are they?)

T - Try (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)

U - Ugly (what's a bad habit of theirs?)

V - Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

W - Whole (do they feel incomplete without you?)

X - Xtra (random headcannon)

Y - Yuck (something they don't like)

Z - Zzzz (sleeping habits)

NSFW Alphabet (available for any character)

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Character: Wally

Y/N

Number 16 on your list of prompts “give me a kiss, my love”

Maybe they have been friends forever (literally) and they finally confess their feelings

NSFW 🥵😮‍💨

Everything else you can make up

Hehhehe, giggling and kicking my feet when writing this! Please request more!! 😘♡

Wally Clark x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,876

NSFW!

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"You know, Wally," Y/n said, flipping through the pages of a dusty comic book, "I think I've figured out what's been missing in these superhero love stories."

Wally Clark, his eyes glued to the TV, munched on a potato chip. "Oh, really?"

"Mmhmm," she murmured, not looking up. "They always rush into it. No buildup. No tension."

He chuckled, tossing his half-eaten sandwich onto the plate. "You've been reading too many of those romance novels your mom hides."

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the street lamp outside, casting shadows that danced across the worn-out sofa and the floor littered with comic book pages. The air had the scent of old books and the faint aroma of pizza from the box on the coffee table. Wally and the reader had known each other forever—best friends since they were kids, sharing secrets, laughter, and a mutual love for all things comic-related.

The TV flickered, showing a scene from their favorite show, 'The Flash'. The hero zoomed through the city, a blur of red and yellow, saving the day once again. Y/n sighed, placing the comic book aside. "They never really show the moment, you know?"

Wally turned to her, curiosity piqued. "The moment?"

"When they finally realize they're in love," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's always so... rushed."

Their eyes met, and the room seemed to hold its breath. The crackling static of the TV was the only sound between them, the world outside fading away. The warmth of the summer evening pressed against the windows, creating a gentle breeze that rustled the curtains.

Wally leaned closer, his heart hammering in his chest. He had felt something for her for a long time, but he wasn't sure if it was the same for her. "Maybe that's just how it happens in comics," he said, his voice a little shaky.

The reader's eyes searched his, a hint of something unspoken passing between them. "Or maybe," she began, "it's because it's more complicated in real life."

Wally swallowed, the crumbs of his sandwich feeling like boulders in his throat. He had known her for what felt like an eternity—seen her in every possible light, from the awkwardness of puberty to the confidence she now exuded. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice barely audible. "It's definitely more complicated."

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The air grew thick with unspoken words and unexplored feelings. He reached for her hand, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt through his body. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't pull away. The TV was forgotten as they sat there, their fingers intertwined, the electricity between them crackling like a live wire.

"Remember when we used to run around the neighborhood pretending to be superheroes?" she asked, a nostalgic smile playing on her lips. "You always said I'd make the perfect sidekick."

"Well," Wally said, his own smile spreading, "you still do." He took a deep breath, the moment feeling as if it was frozen in time. "But I think you might be more than that."

Her pulse quickened, and she looked down at their joined hands, tracing the lines of his palm with her thumb. "What do you mean?"

Wally took another deep breath, his heart racing. "I mean," he began, his voice gaining strength, "you've been more than a sidekick to me for a long time. You're... you're my partner, in every sense of the word."

The room was still. The only sound was the distant hum of the city outside. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, searching for the truth in his gaze. "Wally..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "Give me a kiss, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with a yearning that had been simmering just beneath the surface for years.

Their lips met, tentative at first, like two magnets finding their polar opposites. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the years of unspoken feelings crashed into them like a tidal wave. Her hand reached up to cradle his cheek, the stubble rough against her fingertips. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, feeling the strength in his embrace, the warmth of his body against hers.

The kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the moment. It was as if they were the only two people in the world, their hearts beating in perfect sync, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and desire.

Wally's hand slid down her back, feeling the soft fabric of her shirt give way to the smooth skin beneath. He could feel the heat emanating from her, and it was all he could do to keep from devouring her right there. She leaned into him, her fingers threading through his hair, and he knew he had to have more. He gently pushed her back onto the sofa, never breaking the connection of their lips.

Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, made for each other. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest, the softness of her breasts pressing against him, and the gentle curve of her waist. She moaned softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine.

He took his time, exploring the landscape of her body, learning every inch of her. His hands traced the lines of her neck, the softness of her shoulders, and the curve of her waist. She responded with a gentle pressure of her own, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath her fingertips.

Their clothes were discarded piece by piece, each article revealing more of their bare skin to the warm evening air. They took in the sight of each other, savoring the moment like it was their last. He could see the desire in her eyes, mirroring his own, and it only served to fuel the fire burning between them.

Their kisses grew more urgent, their touches more intimate. They explored each other's bodies, their hands and mouths speaking a silent language of love and need. He could feel her body quivering with anticipation, her breath hitching in her throat as he kissed his way down her neck.

When he reached her breasts, he took his time, teasing and caressing them with his thumbs, watching as her nipples grew taut with desire. He took one into his mouth, suckling gently, and she arched her back with a soft cry of pleasure.

Her hands found their way to his belt, and she began to unbuckle it with trembling fingers. He helped her, his own hands not much steadier. The zipper of his jeans was next, and she pulled them down, revealing his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers.

He kicked them off, and she reached out, wrapping her hand around him, her touch sending shockwaves through his body. He groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily. She stroked him slowly, her eyes never leaving his, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

With a gentle push, he had her legs spread, and he settled between them. He kissed her again, deep and slow, as he slid his hand between her thighs, feeling the slickness of her arousal. She was ready for him, and the knowledge was almost too much to bear.

He slid a finger inside her, her body tightening around him. She was warm and wet, and he felt his own body respond, his need for her growing stronger by the second. He stroked her gently, feeling her tense and relax against his touch.

Wally leaned down, placing kisses along her collarbone and down her chest, his tongue tracing the path his hand had taken. When he reached her core, he paused, looking up at her. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

She nodded, her eyes glazed with lust. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she whispered.

With that, he kissed her again, and then moved down to kiss her in the most intimate way possible. She gasped, her hips rising to meet his mouth, her hands tangling in his hair.

He took his time, exploring her with his tongue, tasting her sweetness. She moaned, her body writhing beneath him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. He could feel her tightening around his tongue, her legs trembling, and knew she was close.

Wally pulled back, watching her face as he slid two fingers inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him, and the sight was almost too much to handle. He moved his hand in a steady rhythm, his thumb circling her clit, feeling her hips rock against him. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her nails digging into the cushions of the sofa.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body spasming with pleasure, her cries echoing in the quiet room. He kissed his way back up her body, his own need reaching a fever pitch. He positioned himself at her entrance, pausing for a moment, savoring the feeling of their bodies so close.

He pushed inside her, feeling her tighten around him, her warmth enveloping him like a glove. She gasped, her eyes flying open to meet his, and he stilled, giving her time to adjust. Then, with a gentle nod from her, he began to move, his hips setting a slow, steady pace.

Their movements grew more urgent, their bodies moving together like a well-oiled machine. The sounds of their love filled the room, their breaths mingling with the slick sounds of their passion. Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his back.

Wally's eyes never left hers, the connection between them more profound than any superhero team-up they had ever dreamed of. He watched as she threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. He knew he was close, too, and could feel the pressure building in his core.

With a final, desperate thrust, he reached his climax, her name on his lips as he filled her with his release. They stayed there, joined together, their hearts pounding, their bodies entwined. It was a moment of perfect peace in the midst of the storm, a moment that would change their friendship forever.

After the storm of passion had passed, they lay there, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths gradually evening out. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, tasting the salt on her skin. "I love you," he whispered, the words feeling both new and ancient at the same time.

She opened her eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I love you too, Wally." It was the simplest declaration, but it held the weight of the world in those three little words.

They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, as the TV continued to flicker in the background. The Flash had moved on to his next adventure, but Wally and Y/n had just begun theirs. A love story more epic than any comic book could ever capture, written in the pages of their hearts.

Requested by the lovely @notheoneuneed

I lowkey giggled so much when writing this. Thanks for the request!!! ♡

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If anyone wants me to turn this into a fic like "alphabet soup" by the amazing, @whoopsyeahokay , I would be happy to! ♡ (For real, tho, that fic got me through so many boring class periods, and it needs more recognition! 😪)

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A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

This man FOR SURE is an aftercare king! He makes sure his partner is cleaned up, hydrated, and well cared for. I feel like he's definitely the type of man to run a bath for his partner if he was a little rough, or just in general.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wally is a big boy, so I feel like his favorite part of HIS body would be his hands. Being able to hold his partner close to him is a must for intercourse. He 100% uses those fingers to his advantage. 🤭

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's get one thing straight. Wally may have been an 80s jock and a bully, but he treats his lady RIGHT. He is not cumming anywhere but inside her, condom or not. With her permission, of course. He would never disrespect his lady by painting her with his cum like a common whore. #gentleman

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I don't think he has any, to be honest. I feel like he'd be very open and honest with his partner about what he likes/ is willing to do.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

This man has been dead for 40 years... He's got experience. For those saying, "Well, he hasn't had anyone to practice with," the man probably found a way to fulfill his needs.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. Easy. Wally is a sensitive, romantic soul. He loves and craves intimacy, which missionary gives. He's the type of person to look into his partners eyes as they reach climax.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy, he's a silly goofy boy. It's a very intimate act, so he'll try and lighten the mood if it's your first time to make you more comfortable.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got a little stubble. C'mon, guys, he's been stuck in school for 40 years. There's not much to work with. But he does try his best to keep it well managed.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like I said before, this man is a GENTLEMAN. He will not cum before you, and will make sure you cum at least twice before he does. He will definitely hold you as close to him as possible when he cums. Giving kisses to your body as you come down from your high, and giving encouraging words/praise the whole time.

J - Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He's been trapped in high school for 40 years. There's no way that someone hasn't caught him "relieving himself" at some point. He'll definitely jack off to a polaroid of you.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation. He loves to make his partner cum multiple times. It gives him a sense of accomplishment and pride that he made his partner feel so good.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Wally is not picky. He will take you anywhere you let him. The gym, the football field, the cafeteria, the hallway during passing period. If you say yes, this man is taking FULL advantage of that consent.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything and everything. This man LOVES you with all his heart. Anything you do turns him on. If you even breathe the same air as him, he gets hard.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think the only thing that he wouldn't do would be anything that disrespects or hurts his partner.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving and receiving, but he prefers giving. He loves to feel the way his partner shakes and loves hearing their whines as he makes them cum.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll go at whatever pace you ask, but if he's in a particular mood, girl, you better hold tf on because he's gonna take you to pound town.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes. The answer is yes. He will take you anywhere any chance he can get it. He loves to be intimate with his partner, mostly to let everyone know that they belong to him.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He usually likes to keep it simple, but if you ask him, I'm sure he won't mind trying something new. He would definitely take the risk of a pregnancy just to feel himself filling you up and marking you in a primal way that only HE can.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh honey, this man can go forever. That man is a big boy athlete and can go on, and on, and on, WELL after you've finished.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He'd probably use a vibrator on his partners clit while he ruts deep into them, maximizing their pleasure and his. He loves to hear the whimpers that you'd make, it just eggs him on even more.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a tease. Wally will edge you until you BEG for him to make you cum, drawing out your pleasure just to make you fucking EXPLODE. And he'll do it with a smile on his face.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Loud Asf. He wants the world to know how good you make him feel, and he'll let you know, too. He'll tell you things like, "fuckk, you're doing so good, baby." "Keep going, just like that," and so on.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Your first time with him is very romantic, he's got a bed set up, there's flowers and music, the whole package. There's nothing he won't do to make you feel comfortable.

X - X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big boy. Big, big boy. I'm saying like 7-8 inches. He's both a grower AND a shower. He's 6 inches soft, which you can tell from the scenes with him wearing sweatpants.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Like I said before, if he's horny, he'll let you know. And then he'll go until you tell him to stop. Wally LOVES you and is NOT afraid to let anyone and everyone know.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It depends on how long you let him go for, but he'll usually hold you close to him and rub your back until you fall asleep. He's a protector, so he won't sleep until he knows you're safe.

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Study Night Confessions

Wally Clark x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,719

NSFW!

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The evening was cool and quiet, a gentle breeze whispering through the leaves outside. Inside the small, cluttered room, books and papers lay scattered across the table, a silent testament to the hours Wally and Y/N had spent together. They had known each other since they were knee-high to a grasshopper, growing up in the same town, attending the same school, sharing the same dreams. They had always been close, but there was something different tonight, a charge in the air that neither could ignore.

Wally glanced up from his book, his eyes meeting hers. She sat across from him, chewing on the end of her pen, lost in thought. Her hair, usually a wild mess, was pulled back into a loose ponytail, revealing the faint freckles that danced across her nose and cheeks. The lamp cast a warm, golden light, making her look like she belonged on the pages of one of their favorite childhood stories. He took a deep breath, feeling his heart race in his chest. He had to tell her.

They had been studying for hours, the silence only broken by the occasional rustle of paper or the tick of the clock on the wall. The room was filled with the comforting scent of old books and the faint aroma of the coffee they had brewed earlier. Wally had always found something soothing about the way Y/N's mind worked, the way she could dissect a problem and solve it without breaking a sweat. But tonight, as he watched her, he found himself thinking about things that had nothing to do with homework.

The tension grew, a palpable force that made the air thick with unspoken words. Wally's hand hovered over his notes, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He had heard whispers about his past, about a summer fling that had left him with a bit more experience than she had. It was something she didn't know, something he had never wanted to bring between them. But he couldn't help feeling like it was eating away at him, like a secret he had to share before it consumed him entirely.

Finally, he found the courage to speak. "Y/N," he began, his voice low and hesitant. She looked up, her eyes wide with curiosity. He took a moment, gathering his thoughts, trying to find the right words. "There's something I need to tell you."

Her eyes searched his, looking for a clue, a hint of what was to come. The room seemed to shrink around them, the only sound the thundering of their hearts. Wally knew this was it, the moment that would change everything. He took another deep breath and continued, "I've liked you for a really long time." The words hung in the air, heavy and significant.

Y/N blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice a soft tremble.

Wally swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "I mean, I'm in love with you."

The confession hung between them like a delicate thread, vibrating with the weight of its meaning. Y/N's hand stilled on the paper, the pen hovering in mid-air. She looked at him, really looked at him, for what felt like the first time in forever. And then, she set the pen down, her eyes filling with a warmth that made Wally's heart soar.

"Wally," she whispered, "I think I love you too."

The world stopped spinning for a moment, frozen in the wake of her words. And then, as if released from an invisible cage, Wally felt his heart race even faster. He pushed his chair back and moved towards her, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. She leaned into his touch, her eyes searching his, looking for reassurance.

He knew then that this was it, the moment he had dreamed of for so long. He leaned in, their faces so close that he could feel her breath on his skin. And then, as if pulled by an invisible force, their lips met. The kiss was soft, tentative, filled with the promise of so much more.

The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as the years of friendship melded into something new. They broke apart, gasping for air, their eyes locked. Wally could feel the heat rising in him, a fire that had been smoldering for far too long. He knew that tonight was the night, the night where everything would change.

And as they moved closer, their bodies brushing against each other, the tension that had been simmering for so long finally snapped. Wally's arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight embrace, their kiss deepening with each passing moment. His hands slid down to the small of her back, pressing her closer, as if trying to meld their very souls together.

Y/N's hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt. She knew that this was real, that the feelings she had been burying for so long were finally coming to the surface. The thought of it terrified her and exhilarated her all at once.

They stumbled backward, the chair scraping against the floor, until they were standing in the center of the room. Wally's hands moved to her face, cupping her cheeks gently, his thumbs tracing the line of her jaw. He kissed her again, this time with a passion that left her breathless, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her.

Her eyes searched his, questioning, and he nodded, confirming the unspoken question in her gaze. He took her hand and led her to his bed, their hearts racing in unison. The softness of the comforter was a stark contrast to the fire that burned within them. He laid her down, his eyes never leaving hers, and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

With trembling fingers, he revealed her soft, bare skin, the sight of it making his breath catch in his throat. He leaned down to kiss her neck, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. His experience from the past whispered to him, guiding his actions, but it was the raw emotion in her eyes that truly directed him.

He pulled away, just enough to remove his own shirt. The sight of his bare chest made Y/N's heart skip a beat. The moonlight danced across his skin, casting shadows that highlighted the contours of his muscles. He was beautiful, she thought, and she felt a surge of desire so intense it was almost overwhelming.

Wally's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation. But all he saw was want, a mirror to his own feelings. He leaned down again, his lips finding hers, their kisses growing more frantic, more desperate as they shed their clothes.

The coolness of the room washed over their bare skin, sending shivers down their spines. His hands explored her body, learning every curve and plane as if he had never seen her before. Y/N's breath hitched as his tongue brushed over her nipple, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to her core. She arched into his touch, her hands roaming over his back, feeling the tension in his muscles.

Their bodies intertwined, a tapestry of limbs and sighs. Wally took his time, savoring every moment, every sensation. He knew he had more experience than her, but it was her reactions, her unbridled passion, that guided him. He kissed his way down her body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

He reached the edge of her panties and paused, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, her cheeks flushed, her breath shallow. He slipped them off, revealing the soft, damp heat of her sex. He took a moment to admire her, the way she was laid bare before him, offering herself completely.

Wally's hand slid down, his fingers teasing her folds. He felt her tense, her muscles tightening around him, and he knew she was ready. He slid a finger inside her, watching her eyes widen, her back arch. She was wet, so wet for him, and he couldn't wait any longer.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his heart hammering in his chest. He pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size, feeling her warmth envelop him. Her nails dug into his back, a silent plea for more, and he obliged, moving in and out with a steady rhythm.

Their breaths mingled, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. He kissed her again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. She moaned into his mouth, her body tightening around him as she approached her peak.

Wally felt the pressure building, the familiar tightness in his gut that signaled his climax was near. But he held back, focusing on her, on the way she felt, on the noises she made. He wanted to make her come first, wanted to show her that this was more than just sex, that it was a declaration of love and commitment.

Her breath grew ragged, her hips bucking against his, seeking release. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. Her eyes rolled back, a keening sound escaping her lips as she came apart, her body shuddering with pleasure.

And then it was his turn, the dam breaking as he let go, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot against her skin, as he emptied himself into her. They lay there, panting, their hearts beating in time with each other's, their bodies still connected.

The room was silent, save for the sound of their breathing and the rustling of the curtains in the breeze. Wally pulled out, his arms still shaking from the intensity of their love-making. He rolled onto his side, pulling her into his embrace.

and maybe possibly if there’s nsfw it could be J

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Movies & Polaroids 🎬📸

Wally Clark x fem!reader

NSFW!!

Word count: 2,214 (oops 👀)

21. "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

36. "God, you're cute" "You think I'm cute?"

J. Masturbation

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"Come on, Wally, you're taking forever!" Becky complained, poking her head into the garage. "We're gonna miss the first half of the movie if you don't hurry up!"

"Just one more screw," Wally grunted, his voice muffled by the engine of the '67 Chevelle he was tinkering with. His hands were smeared with grease and sweat, and his heart raced with excitement. It wasn't just the anticipation of the new sci-fi flick at the drive-in—though that was a big part of it—it was the fact that he'd be seeing y/n there, the girl he'd had a crush on since the dawn of time. Or at least since middle school.

The garage was a mess, but to Wally, it was a sanctuary. Posters of cars and rock bands lined the walls, and tools hung neatly from pegboards. The smell of gasoline and oil mixed with the faint scent of Becky's perfume wafting in from the doorway. She was y/n's best friend, a constant in his life, but tonight, she was just a hurdle to clear before he could see the girl of his dreams.

"What's the big deal?" Wally called out, his voice echoing in the cavernous space. "It's just y/n. You guys see each other every day at school anyway."

Becky rolled her eyes and stepped into the garage, her platform heels clacking against the concrete floor. She knew better than to argue with Wally when he had his heart set on something. "You're the one who's acting like a lovesick puppy," she teased, waving her hand in front of her nose to ward off the fumes.

Wally stood up, wiping his hands on an even greasier rag. "I'm not lovesick," he protested, his cheeks flushing. "I just... I don't know. She's different, you know?"

"Different from what?" Becky challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. "Different from the posters of half-naked girls plastered all over your bedroom wall?"

Wally shot her a glare. "Those are art, Becky. This is...real." He paused, searching for the right words. "Y/n's got this...this light, you know? And she's not just pretty, she's...interesting."

Becky laughed. "Interesting, huh? That's a new one." She tossed him a clean shirt. "You're just saying that because she doesn't throw herself at you like the others do."

Wally caught the shirt, his eyes lingering on Becky's smug expression. "You don't get it," he muttered, pulling the shirt over his head.

"I get it," she said with a knowing smile. "You're jealous."

Wally froze, his hand still on the shirt. "What? Jealous of what?"

"Of anyone who gets to spend time with her, obviously," Becky said with a smirk. "You want her all to yourself."

Wally's heart skipped a beat. Jealous? He'd never thought of it that way before, but as the word hung in the air, he realized it was true. The thought of y/n with anyone else made his stomach twist in knots. But was it really jealousy, or was it something more?

"Come on," Becky said, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door. "We're gonna be late."

He allowed himself to be dragged out of the garage, his thoughts racing. Jealousy was a powerful emotion, and one he wasn't used to feeling. It was going to be a long night.

--- (1/4 of the way)

The drive to the drive-in was a blur of neon lights and honking horns. The 80s were in full swing, and the streets of their small town were alive with the sounds of music and laughter. Wally's mind was a million miles away, replaying every moment he'd shared with y/n. The way she'd looked at him in math class when he'd solved that impossible problem. The shy smile she'd given him when he'd held the door open. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her favorite book.

When they finally pulled into the packed parking lot, Wally's nerves were strung tighter than the guitar strings at a Van Halen concert. He spotted y/n's car almost immediately—a candy apple red Corvette that was the envy of every guy at school. His stomach flipped as he realized she'd come alone. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was the night.

"There she is," Becky said, nodding towards the Corvette. "Looks like she's saving a spot for you."

Wally swallowed hard. "I'm not so sure," he said, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

They parked next to y/n, and Wally took a deep breath before climbing out of the car. He could see her silhouette in the driver's seat, the glow of a cigarette casting a warm light on her features. She looked up as they approached, and their eyes met. Wally felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"Hey," she said, her voice low and husky. "You guys made it."

"Hi," Wally managed to croak out, his throat suddenly dry. "How's it going?"

Y/n shrugged. "Okay, I guess. Just waiting for the movie to start."

They talked awkwardly for a few minutes, the air thick with tension. Wally's mind was racing with what-ifs and maybes. What if he just told her how he felt? What if she laughed in his face? What if she said she felt the same way?

But before he could say anything, Becky chimed in. "You know, Wally's been working on his car all day just so he could impress you," she said with a wink.

Wally's cheeks burned. "Shut up, Becky," he muttered.

Y/n looked over at him, her eyes widening. "Is that true?"

"It's no big deal," he said, trying to play it cool.

"No, it is," she said, her voice sincere. "That's really sweet."

Sweet? He'd never thought of himself as sweet before. He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest. Maybe, just maybe, she did like him.

As they walked towards the snack bar, Becky shot him a look. "See?" she whispered. "You're totally jealous."

Wally didn't reply. He was too busy trying to keep his cool around y/n. But deep down, he knew Becky was right. He was jealous of anyone who had the chance to be close to her. And he'd do anything to be the one she looked at like that.

As the night grew darker and the movie played on the massive outdoor screen, Wally couldn't shake the feeling that y/n was watching him. Every time he glanced over, she'd be looking away, as if she'd been caught in the act. His mind filled with fantasies of what could happen if he just had the courage to make a move.

After Becky fell asleep in the back seat, Wally couldn't take it anymore. He excused himself, saying he had to grab something from his car. His heart pounding, he grabbed the Polaroid of y/n that he'd taken of her that week. It was a candid shot of her in a bikini at the beach, her hair blowing in the wind and her eyes closed in laughter. He'd been carrying it around with him like a secret treasure, touching it when he was alone and letting his imagination run wild.

In the privacy of his car, parked a few rows away, he took the picture out and studied it, his breath hitching. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair. He leaned back, his hand sliding down his pants, his arousal growing as he thought of her. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself, the image of her smiling face etched in his mind

--- (2/4, we can do this y'all! ♡)

But he wasn't as alone as he thought.

The sound of the door opening startled him, and he nearly jumped out of his seat. Y/n slid into the passenger side, her eyes on the picture in his hand. "What's this?" she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Wally's face burned with embarrassment. He'd been caught red-handed—literally. "It's nothing," he said, trying to tuck it away. "Just...just a picture."

"A picture of me," she said, taking it from his hand. "Why do you have this, Wally?"

He couldn't look at her. "I...I don't know," he mumbled. "I just...I think you're beautiful."

The silence in the car was deafening, the sound of his own racing heart the only noise he could hear. He braced himself for her to slap him, to scream, to get out and run away. But she didn't. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath hot against his neck. "God, you're cute," she murmured.

Wally's eyes snapped open, his heart pounding in his chest. "You think I'm cute?"

Y/n smirked, taking a drag of her cigarette. "You think I'm not aware of what you've been doing over here?" She exhaled a cloud of smoke, her eyes never leaving his. "I've seen the way you look at me, Wally."

He didn't know what to say, his thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and desire.

"But why are you hiding?" she continued. "Why don't you just tell me how you feel?"

Wally's hand stilled, his eyes meeting hers. "Because...because I'm afraid," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm afraid of losing you. Of messing things up."

Y/n reached over and placed her hand on his, stopping his frantic movements. "You're not going to mess things up," she said softly. "Not if we do it together."

With those words, the dam broke. Wally couldn't believe what was happening. He leaned in, his heart racing, and kissed her. It was a clumsy, desperate kiss, fueled by years of longing. But y/n didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed him back, her hand sliding up to cradle his face.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent. Wally fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, his hands trembling with excitement. The fabric fell away, revealing the lacy bra she wore underneath. He traced the outline of her breast with his thumb, feeling her nipple harden against his touch. Y/n moaned, pressing herself against him, her own hands busy unbuckling his belt.

They moved to the back of the car, the vinyl seats sticking to their skin as they kissed and explored each other. Wally felt like he was in a dream—or maybe a scene from one of the steamy romance novels he'd snuck a peek at in the bookstore. The scent of her perfume filled his nose, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that only heightened his arousal.

Y/n straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips, her bare skin against his. Wally could feel the heat of her, the softness of her thighs as they gripped him tightly. He reached up, cupping her breasts in his hands, feeling the weight of them, the nipples peaked and sensitive. She threw her head back, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, blocking out the rest of the world.

Her hips began to move, rocking gently against him. He could feel himself straining against the fabric of his jeans, desperate for release. He slid his hand down, slipping it under her skirt, finding the dampness waiting for him. Y/n's breath hitched as he touched her, her eyes fluttering closed.

Their kisses grew more frantic as they undressed each other, the air thick with need. The sound of their breathing and the rustling of clothes was the only sound in the quiet night. Wally could feel her heat, her wetness, and it was all he could do to hold back

--- (3/4, drink some water, thanks for making it this far! ♡)

When they were both naked, y/n leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently before guiding him to her entrance. Wally's breath caught in his throat as he pushed into her, feeling her tightness wrap around him like a warm, wet glove.

Their rhythm grew faster, their breaths mingling as they moved together. Y/n's nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons of pleasure-pain on his skin. Wally could feel the tension coiling in his gut, ready to explode.

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. The neon lights of the drive-in flickered outside the windows, casting a rainbow of colors across their sweat-slicked bodies. The movie played on in the background, forgotten in the face of their passion.

Wally felt himself reaching the edge, the pressure building until it was unbearable. He didn't want it to end, but he couldn't hold back. He bucked his hips up into her, driving deep, feeling her tighten around him as she climaxed. It was all he needed to let go, the world spinning out of control as he came, his vision white-hot with pleasure.

They collapsed against each other, panting and spent. The silence was broken only by the distant sound of a car engine and the rustle of the wind through the trees.

For a moment, they just held each other, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. Then y/n spoke, her voice soft and shaky. "Wally, that was..."

He kissed her again, cutting off her words. "I know," he murmured. "It was perfect."

And as they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, Wally realized that this was the start of something beautiful.

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