“Did you get down and dirty in the slurry?” Wally asks, far too sincerely to be anything but snarky, and Charley pelts the empty cup at his head. Wally bats it away easily, laughing. “Told you that you lit a fire in his kiln.” “I’m gonna kill you dead. Deader.” Charley says. He stretches his legs out in front of him, and leans back in the chair. Much of the reunion has cleared out by now, but several people are still mingling at tables here and there. Charley notices that the football team has gone.
It’s like poking at a barely scabbed over wound, but-
He has to know.
fic here
Wally punched the shit out of that creep for Rhonda 🥹
Y’all help what’s that website that’s a giant stockpile of roleplay icons
I am simply going to fill your ask box with my love for you
ITS MY GIRLFRIEND!!!!! HELLO MY BABY!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!
Part Two of this post because I’m in love with Wally Clark and can’t stop
Mess up that hair. Play with it, run your fingers through it. Wally loves the casual intimacy of it, but it also feels really nice. Do it during a movie night when the lights are low and he ain’t making it to the end of the movie
Speaking of movie nights, that boy is cuddling his partner like it’s an Olympic sport and he’s going for gold. He’s definitely taking advantage of the low light to guide his partner’s hands under his shirt, warming those cold hands against his warm chest.
Wally isn’t the most creative with pet names. He likes the sound of his partner’s given name, but he’ll throw out the occasional “baby” and “sweetheart.” You might get a “darlin’” in a ridiculous accent if you’re lucky.
He’ll do almost anything to make his partner laugh. Obviously, Wally has a very small amount of shame. Not much embarrasses him. So, get ready to belly laugh at dorky impressions, passionate dancing, and really corny jokes that crack him up more than anyone else
18+ ⭐️
“H-harder”
His hands came down to press against your lower back, he was balls deep in you now. His thumbs finding comfort in your back dimples as he ruthlessly pounded you.
You reached your hand back to press against his abs but he grabbed it and kept it pinned behind your back.
Scoffing at your gesture he leaned down to place kisses along your jawline and whisper in your ear.
“You told me to go harder”
“You can take it.”
The Gaang's hands (with Team Azula and Yue) + headcanons
This series was inspired by @thyinum's Avatar's Hands series!
the finale was fucking insane i love you wally clark
Katsuki bakugou x (fem)Reader!
𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘
The sun hadn’t even hinted at rising when you felt it—calloused fingers gripping your hip, rougher than usual, firm enough to stir you from sleep. Your brows furrowed, half-dreaming, until his voice dragged you into reality.
“Get on your side,” he growled against your ear, the heat of his breath trailing down your neck.
You blinked, still dazed. “Suki?” you mumbled, voice hoarse with sleep. “I’m going to be late baby hurry”
Usually, he was gone by now—quiet kisses to your temple before slipping out the door. But not this morning. This morning, something had him wound tight.
You did as he said, rolling onto your side, the sheets slipping down your bare back. He was already behind you, pressing close. His hand slid up your thigh, pushing it forward, giving him room. The heavy weight of him settled behind you, thick and hard against the curve of your ass.
“You looked too fuckin’ pretty sleepin’. Couldn’t leave without takin’ you first,” he muttered, mouth brushing your jaw.
A soft gasp escaped you as he slid inside in one slow, claiming thrust, your body welcoming him like it always did. He grunted low in his throat, holding your leg in place while his hips snapped forward—relentless, controlled, a pace that said he didn’t have much time but needed this like oxygen.
Each thrust punched little sounds from your lips, the pressure of his arm around your waist keeping you grounded. His teeth grazed your shoulder, tongue following, and you knew he was marking you.
“Gonna think about this all day,” he muttered, hips stuttering as your body clenched around him. “You—wrapped around me like this. Fuck.”
You barely had time to respond, to chase your own high before his hand slipped down your stomach, fingers slipping between your legs with practiced ease, his fingers circling your clit. You came with a choked moan, burying your face in the pillow as he followed soon after, biting down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet.
He didn’t say anything right away. Just stayed there, heavy and warm against your back.
Then, quietly, with the kind of softness only you ever got. “Sleep a little more, baby. I’ll be back before dinner.”
And just like that, he kissed your shoulder and vanished like a dream.
Moon || 28 || She/Her || 🐝You wrap around me like the rings of Saturn
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