I Feel Like Rafe Would 100% Do Lines Of Coke On Are Boobies And Thighs

you and jj liked to fuck to horror movies.

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the details on how it all started were fuzzy. you didn’t even like horror— could barely stomach all the jumpscares, the blood, the gore. the boy would force you to watch the films anyway (they were all he had available, all he bothered to buy anyway), loving how you would curl up next to him shakily, a firm hand on his bicep as you pressed yourself impossibly close to his side. he liked to whisper in your ear how he’d protect you, or sometimes trash you for jumping at the tamest of scares.

sometimes, when you got a little too freaked out, he’d take your face in one hand, squishing the fat of your cheeks unflatteringly as he slid his tongue into your mouth, sloppily wrapping the muscle around your own and angling to shove it deeper into your mouth. he was almost as gross as some of his movies about it, but it calmed you down right away.

one night you’d eased yourself sideways onto his lap, face hiding pathetically in the crease of his neck as you tried to block out the screen from your line of vision. jj, seemingly too interested in what was happening onscreen, surmised the best solution at that moment was to slowly reach his hand down your panties and rub slow, comforting circles onto your clit.

“jay?”

“shh, just focus on me, sweetcheeks.”

you couldn’t understand exactly how that was possible, given that every sound emitting from the tv had you near shrieking. you opened your mouth to tell him he was being ridiculous, but he caught on before you could manage— bringing his lips to your neck as he dipped his fingers into you simultaneously. you stifled a moan, head still buried in the crook of his neck.

“good?” he asked softly, eyes still glued to the screen, fingers still working their way inside of you. you managed a nod, lifting your head to look at him.

against your will, you caught sight of the movie in your peripheral, just as the movie threw another lousy jumpscare on screen. your hand flies to your mouth to conceal your scream, but jj angles his fingers against that spot in your walls at the same time, and your eyes widen as you let out a pornographic moan instead— adrenaline and fear mixing deliciously with the pleasure delivered by jj and his hands.

he stops for a second, looking down at you with his brows furrowed, the way he normally does when the wheels in his brain turn as he formulates a plan. you feel him shift under you, his hard-on now evident against the curve of your ass.

he whispers to you, “keep your eyes on the movie,”— so low you can barely hear it, but the assertiveness of it sends shivers down your spine so severe you don’t even question what was asked of you.

his hands move faster now, teeth gritted as he now watches you and your fear-filled eyes on the television. he waits, knowing another scare is soon to come up, before pressing his thumb to your clit as he pumps two fingers into your now sopping wet cunt, groaning when he feels you clench around him when you let out a scream-moan— adrenaline rushing through your veins, the foreign feeling so intense it brings you to orgasm almost immediately. jj watches you, mouth agape as he slows his movements, panting heavily as you stare at each other wordlessly. he dips to press a sloppy, wet hot kiss to your mouth before you feel him move inside you again, this time faster— desperate to get you to cum like that again.

now, every time movie night rolls around, he makes sure your back is pressed to his chest, a protective hand held at the back of your neck, ensuring your eyes stay glued on the tv, as he fucks up into you for the third time that night.

okay so hi! i wanted to send in a lil jj and rafe prompt myself for the kook princess.

so i lowkey think that she gets tired of the beefing one day and she’s just all upset because she doesn’t know what to do or who to chose in this whole situation, so she just pulls a “if i can’t have you both i don’t want either of you” which was hard enough for her to do anyway because let’s be so real standing on business with RAFE & JJ is hell in itself. so she like really stands on business doesn’t come around either of them avoiding parties the whole nine until she ends up needing to go to midsommars or something kinda much like kie in season one her parents are making her go, so word gets around fast that she’s going because people haven’t seen her in a while and jj leaps on the opportunity to work with pope & heyward, so he can see her and obviously rafe is gonna be there regardless. she doesn’t come until late which gave rafe and jj enough time to at least come to a certain level of an agreement, she still avoids them all night staying with her parents and drifting to sarah whenever she got the opportunity. so she finally ends up going to the bathroom and they basically corner her (teamwork 🤣) and they talk to her and they both end up fucking her in the stall.

this!!!!! this is perfect. i never brought the two of them together bc i just thought it was too unlikely because they really don’t like eachother — but if they’re kinda forced together by reader giving them no other choice it seems more likely.

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jj practically jumps you in the corridor, appearing frantically infront of you in his lil waiter get up and starts dragging you to the bathroom.

“jj, no — i already told you—”

“just five minutes just — just hear me out for five minutes okay — c’mon, in you go, chop chop.” he pushes you into the bathroom before turning round and blinking at passersby who worriedly witnessed the low level kidnap. “nothin’ to see here alright just, carry on…” he excuses awkwardly before closing the door.

upon entering, to your surprise rafe is stood in the centre of the room with his hands in his pockets and lips pursed like he was forced to be there too. he perks up a little on your entry, eyeing you over. he speaks your name and you glance between the two boys nervously.

“damn, you— you look really beautiful i mean—” rafe begins as he edges towards you and you all but nearly stomp your foot, pointing to him with an angry pout.

“don’t!”

the oldest boy holds his hands up, slowing his pace as he approaches you, showing he comes in peace. “alright, alright… look we… just wanted to talk to you. ‘that okay?”

your eyes slide over to jj, who’s gazing at you with this desperate plea that makes you soften a little. you cross your arms and nod, and naturally the boys close in on you, shielding you from the rest of the room.

“trust me, okay— the last thing i wanna do is share you with rafe freaking cameron but,” the blonde runs a hand through his hair frustratedly as the cameron rolls his eyes. “you went goddamn… radio silent on us and i was worried, okay? are you seeing the level of concern you caused right now? ‘cus i’m standing next to rafe and my hands aren’t around his neck—”

“yeah like you could reach, buddy.”

“i’m like three inches shorter than you asshole i’on even wanna hear it right now ‘cus—”

“guys.” you interject sulkily, huffing a sigh out your nose.

“sorry, sorry— yes, so uh— to cut this thing short, maybe until you like, make a decision or whatever… we can alternate weeks with you?”

you gaze up at them from beneath your lashes unsurely. “like… you get me this week rafe gets me next week… and so on?”

“yeah i’m not thrilled about this guy gettin’ you at all but i’ll… i’ll take it.” rafe scuffs his shoe on the floor, uncharacteristically bashfully.

you think, and honestly as it was the best case scenario you nod, gaze flickering between the two of them.

“okay… just… want you both. missed you.” you don’t know who to look at, so you cement your stare to your shoes. there’s some shuffling of feet through the tense silence before you feel a pair of fingers gripping your jaw lightly, tilting your head up to them.

“look… why don’t you uh, why don’t you give maybank here a little kiss. alright? i’m— i’m actively showin’ you i’m cool with it.”

even jj’s brows lift in surprise, licking over his rubied lips as he watches you for permission. you let rafe’s hand drag you closer, before bringing your mouth to jj’s, locking lips. rafe’s hand switches to cup the back of your head, supposedly feeling this was the most control he could have in the situation. his eyes flutter in irritation as he watches jj slip you tongue and after a moment he pulls you back, immediately bringing your mouth to his— to kiss you sloppier and dirtier than the blonde.

jj’s eyes roll, licking over his lips once more. “jesus, dude — okay.”

you let out a pleased moan after a moment, just happy to have your favourite boys back with you, this time together — and rafe tugs you back with a smug smirk. you watch his eyes flutter up to the cubicle behind you, before his gaze moves to jj.

“get the door, yeah busboy?” he slaps jj on the back, and with his tongue in his cheek — he pushes the cubicle door open for the three of you to fit inside.

“watch it, douche.” he glares as rafe leads you in. it’s a squeeze, but it’ll do for now. the competitive nature in them both was flared up to ten, set on using this time as a way to prove themselves to you.

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Hawk X Reader

Warnings? Teen pregnancy!

'Teen Pregnancy'

Recently you took notice that you were getting morning sickness which was very rare for you, something that almost never happened unless drunk or....pregnant.

  But it couldn't be that.....could it? I mean you and Hawk did use protection two weeks before. Also you had noticed you're stomach would turn at the smell of any certain foods which was weird because you loved those certain foods.

  Another clue which lead to a possibility of you being pregnant was your sudden interest in weird food combinations, like pickles and Nutella or cake and nacho cheese.

  Which finally leads to the last possibility, you had been gaining a little bit of wait and started to form a pregnant belly which scared you. I mean after all you were only 16, and how would Hawk react?

  Deciding it was best to have a support system you called Tory and Aisha telling them it was an emergency and they needed to come as fast as they could.

  Tory automatically reacting quickly to asking a bunch of questions, while Aisha was already half way down the street to your house worried for one of her best friends and ready to kick some butt.

  In about 5 minutes top both Aisha and Tory were at your door with a look of confusion and worry covering their features.

  "What is it? Are you okay? What happened? Do I need to beat some b-" Before Tory could finish her sentence you cut her off.

  "No, no, no, nothing like that. I- I think that I'm p-pregnant" you say frantically but straight to the point not knowing how to put any other way.

  Both the girls jaws drop "what? Who knocked our girl up? I swear I will beat their a-" But before Aisha could finish her sentence you stoped her.

  "Guys! I don't know what to do if I am actually pregnant, I mean....would Hawk even....want me- us anymore?" You ask worriedly as everything begins to settle in.

  A moment of silence spreads through the room "wait?! Hawk, that a-" but once again before Aisha could finish her sentence you cut her off.

  "Aisha, this is really not helping my stress" you plead already feeling yourself become dizzy as the room starts to spin in circles.

  Tory and Aisha notice your hazy look as they rush to you closing your front door "hurry grab her!" Tory says grabbing you before you could fall, Aisha following behind as they help you to your couch sitting you down.

  "Just breathe Y/n" Tory says gently, which was a rare side that only few people got to witness of Tory.

  "Okay, I'm calm" You say taking a deep breath as you lean against your couch.

  "Okay, we need to be sure. Come with us and we'll get you a pregnancy test" Tory says as both Aisha and herself help you to the car, shutting your front door on the way out.

  Rushing to Torys car both her and Aisha help sit you in the front passengers seat quickly buckling you up as you felt dizzy again.

  With a sigh you lean your head agains the head rest, maybe a long drive will help get your mind off things.

  The drive ended up being short and not helping your panic state at all, all these thoughts kept storming your mind "what if Hawk doesn't want me anymore what am I gonna do" or "I can't do this, he'll never forgive me".

  Soon enough stoping at the little mini market store where the strip mall is you make your way out of the car finally feeling a little bit better. The negative thoughts started to decrease as the positive ones started to increase. 'What if he did want a baby?'

  "Okay we'll get the test while you wait in the bathroom for us" Tory says as she leads you into the bathroom while Aisha gets the test.

  "Hey look Y/n, whatever the test results say. We're always going to be their for you and I might not be able to do much but I'll help as much as I can okay?" Tory says gently.

  "Okay, thank you Tory I really appreciate it" You say giving her a small hug, Aisha returning with a bag handing it to you.

  You walk into the bathroom with a nervous sigh before doing what was required for the test. After finishing up, the box says to put the cap back on and wait 5 to 10 minutes.

  'This will be the longest 10 minutes of my life' You thought as your leg bounced up and down frantically.

  You were in to much deep thought to recognize the timer on your phone go off, soon being taken out of your trance you stop the timer on your phone and turn over the test to see a positive sign.

  Your emotions start to go all out at once on you, as tears start to pool out of your eyes. Your not mad nor sad, you feel happy but scared as to what Hawks reaction may be.

Opening the bathroom door you see both Aisha and Tory waiting, once they notice you opened the door their heads snapped to you to see you holding up the positive sign so they could see.

Both Aisha and Tory pull you into a hug as tears fall out your eyes by themselves. "Y/n you have to tell Hawk" Aisha says as you guys walk back to Tory's car.

"Tell me what?" Some interjects causing both, you, Aisha and Tory to jump.

You turn around towards Hawk, rushing to put the test into your back pocket. "Um- I- we need to talk" you say as you wipe your puffy cheeks.

"Okay...? Is there something wrong with... us... with me?" Eli asks as his face turns into a frown.

"No, no there’s nothing wrong with you or us" You say as a small laugh escapes your lips.

You turn to Aisha and Tory, they both nod their heads while Tory gets in her car and drives a few feet away incase you need them.

"Anyways.... what are you doing here?" You ask taking a deep breath.

"I was coming to grab some snacks for our date night, remember?" He asks sheepishly.

"Yeah of course, how could I forget" you say with a small smile.

"What- what is it you wanted to tell me?" He asks noticing the sudden change in conversation.

"Eli, I really don’t know how to say this but-.... I’m- I’m pregnant" You say grabbing the test and handing it over to him.

Stunned, Eli grabs the test running his fingers over the positive sign "we’re going to have a baby?" He asks as hearts fill his eyes.

"-wait but how? I thought- I thought we used protection?" Eli asks confused.

"We did, but you know- it’s only a one percent guarantee that it would not, not break" you interject nervously.

Silence fills the air and for a moment all those negative thoughts start to fill your head once again until Eli pulls you into a bear hug.

"I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad!" He says excitedly.

"Wait- so you’re okay with this? You’re okay with us?" You ask feeling your heart leap with joy that the boy you love wants to have this baby with you.

Eli pulls away from the hug, holding both of your hands lovingly. "Of course Y/n, I love you and that’s all that maters. I’m going to be there every step of the way, and yeah we may be young but we’ll get through this together....I promise"

That’s exactly what happened, 8 months later you gave birth to a healthy newborn baby and Eli Moskowitz kept his promise. Forever and always.

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Thank you @leonardzapit for requesting!

titty-fucking with rafe ᡣ𐭩

“oh fuck baby, just like that.” rafe moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts his head back. you were currently on your knees, sitting on your feet at the edge of the bed, your palms pressing your tits together. rafe thrusted his cock between your perfectly-pressed-together tits, groans and moans leaving his lips.

we all know how in love rafe is with your tits. it’s been a hot minute since you’ve been able to let him fuck your tits and that poor man was itching to do it. he’s been whining about it non-stop all day, completely desperate to have his cock sandwiched between your perfect tits.

you pressed your tits further together, hugging rafe’s cock just a bit tighter. “s-shit!” he groans, his hips stuttering at the sudden tightness. his hand tightens in your hair, his hips jerking as he desperately thrusts his cock between your lubed breasts. “that feel good, baby?” you ask, knowing damn well it did. i look up at him innocently, his eyes opening as he looks down at you.

“feels better than ‘good’, princess.” his jaw clenches, his gaze intense and filled with raw need. “you keep lookin’ at me like that and i’ll blow my load all over your tits right now.” rafe groaned, looking down at where his cock was wedged between your tits. the sight alone was enough to have this man stuttering his hips and praying he can make it past that next 5 seconds without cumming all over your chest.

“mmph — fuck, that’s it baby.” rafe coaxes, his head tilting back again as a series of moans and whimpers, yes — whimpers, left his perfect lips. the sound was like magic to your ears and it only prompted you to squeeze your breasts tighter together. “fuck!” rafe grunts, pure and raw pleasure running hot through his entire body right now and he’s about to lose control.

rafe’s hips never stop their movements, his cock sliding between your breasts with quick purpose as he chased his orgasm desperately. nothing had this man so down bad except for you and your tits. the only thing that drive rafe so fucking wild, aside from your attitude, was your perfect tits. your tits could have that man doing the unthinkable. your tits would have him on his knees, apologizing for something he didn’t even do.

“fuck!” rafe groaned loudly, his orgasm approaching and hurling towards him as he fucked your tits with reckless abandon. “fuck, baby! oh god!” rafe’s voice thundered as his orgasm tore through him. thick, hot, sticky ropes of cum painted your perfect tits, the warm sensation making you moan. rafe’s hips jerked after hearing your moan, another spurt of cum being milked from his cock.

you looked down at where rafe’s throbbing cock was nestled between your breasts, the globs and strings of cum that littered the skin. you slowly relaxes your pressure of your tits around his practically abused cock. he panted heavily above you, his eyes shut as he basked in the post-orgasm bliss. you scooped some of his cum from your chest onto your fingers. rafe looked down at you, his eyes expecting and waiting for you to do it. you slowly bring your fingers to your mouth, wrapping your lips around your fingers and sucking his release off your digits.

rafe’s breathing hitched at the sight of you sucking his cum off your fingers, his hand reaching down ti cup your chin firmly. you slowly pull your fingers from your mouth, grinning up at rafe. he leaned down, his face a mere inch from yours. “god, you have no fucking idea how much i love you.” his thumb brushed along your bottom lip. “my perfect fuckin’ girl.” his breath ghosted your lips, your heart racing your chest.

“now lay back on the bed. i’m not finished with you yet.” rafe demanded, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

Heyyy! I’m the anon that asked for JJ overstimulation & was wondering if I could make a smut req for Rafe now! Tutor reader putting Bully Rafe in his place??? Like, she’s been tutoring him for a few weeks and all he does is make lewd comments and passes and be a dick etc - so she decides to shut him up and make him learn. Edging him with every question he gets right and not letting him cum until the whole page is done and all right - he’s a babbling, pleading mess. No Bully Rafe in sight 😫😫

“Oh—fuck, oh shit—“ Rafe fucking Cameron choked out desperately, his hard hot cock throbbing and pulsing hopelessly in your hand, the trip an angry neglected purple with pre cum slathered all over it.

“Answer the question Rafe.” You guide him sternly, one hand wrapped lazily around his dick, giving him just enough it make him shake and whine and throb but cutting it off everytime he got close, leaving him aching and wanting. You were sitting next to him at your desk, in your bedroom, the material for your tutoring session in front of you—his trousers and boxers pooled around his feet, hips bucking into your hand uncontrollably. You were fully clothed next to him, the picture of calm and authority.

He’d been your tutee for a while now—and you’d known him even longer as the fuck boy bully of your school. As a student, he wasn’t much better, also making inappropriate, dickish remarks and barely focusing on the learning. So, here you are now, forcing him to learn by using his pleasure as derivative.

(And, if you enjoyed seeing Rafe Cameron, the big bag bully at school, a whimpering whining shaking mess from just your hand, your denial of his pleasure.. then well, that was your business)

“Shit, shit, shit—I’m gonna—“ He whined out, loud and obscene, his dick twitching in your hand. You let go of him immediately, your hand going to his hair and tugging harshly in reprimand, bringing his eyes to yours.

Rafe cried out, body shaking and cock pulsing hopelessly - he sniffled as he brought his eyes to yours, the baby blues red rimmed, with anger and need and desperation (and probably coke too).

“Answer the fucking question Rafe.” You demand sternly, his hair in your grasp still. Eyes holding his.

He closed his eyes, nose scrunching in futile anger and overpowering painful need. He stammered out the answer to the question you’d asked—voice broken and garbled, thighs trembling faintly.

“Good boy.” You cooed patronisingly, giving his cheek a light slap. “It’s not so hard to listen to people when they tell you what to do, huh? You should learn to do it more. People might actually like you then.”

(He hated that way his dick throbbed and twitched like some desperate bitch at the praise. At your mean tone of voice)

“You fucking—I’m—you’re such a bitch.” Rafe gritted out, his voice cracking with a pitiful whimper, opening his eyes to give you a half lidded scowl—ruined fully by the flush on his cheeks, the way his legs were squirming about in the chair for something anything. Pathetic.

You laugh at him outright, your hand in his hair tightening even more as you move your face closer to his—letting your breath ghost over his lips.

“And you’re a dumb fucking slut.” You smile mockingly, moving his head to expose his neck and run your fingers over it, lightly holding it. “So desperate for anything, can’t even speak properly. Stumbling over your words like a toddler, baby. What happened to big bad Rafe?” You coo tauntingly, fingers tightening around his neck. “All your promises to make me feel good if I let you have me. Now fucking look at you, you couldn’t handle even a second in this pussy, baby.”

He bit down on his lips hard, almost drawing blood, his hands white knuckling his bare thighs as he squirmed and withered about in his chair—the heat in his cheeks flaming even hotter at your words, as well as the heat in stomach. The muscles of his abdomen clenching.

“I—I—I cou—“ Rafe stammered desperately, wanting to prove himself. Wanting to defend himself. He was on the verge of tears at this point, his mind foggy and wanting. Dick aching and pulsing harder than it had ever before. The hand on his neck and the brush of your breath against him sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine that had him clenching his legs together, trying not to come from just your fucking words (god, he was so pathetic).

“I—I—I—“ You mock back, your hand traveling down from his neck to wrap around his pulsing neglected cock again, squeezing him. Spreading his thighs wide once more. “What you can do is finish answering the questions with that stupid slutty brain of yours, okay? Then maybe I’ll let you in my pussy. Even though you won’t last a second. Fuck, you probably never do.” You giggle tauntingly again, reciting off the next question for him to answer.

happy birthday, baby (part one: birthday girl)

(boyfriend!rafe x girlfriend!reader two-shot)

summary it's your first birthday as rafe's girlfriend, and he's desperate to show you just how special you are to him...

content fluff! smut! 18+ minors do not interact!

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“It’s too much, Rafe!”

The pile of presents in front of you is outrageous. Bows and bags and big, meticulously wrapped packages.

“Never too much for my girl,” he stands back, beaming as he watches you take in the display with your mouth agape.

“I don’t even know which one to open first,” you muse.

“Any of ‘em. Just not,” he steps forward and plucks one bag from the pile, “this one. This one’s for last.”

You eye him suspiciously as he sets the bag on the kitchen counter, out of reach. 

“What surprises do you have planned, Cameron?”

“If I told you,” he smiles, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, “then they wouldn’t be surprises. Now pick a present or we’re gonna be here all day.”

“Excuse me, I will not be rushed on my birthday,” you say defiantly.

“Not rushing you,” he drops a kiss on your shoulder, “just got a lot of shit planned for ya, I don’t want to waste any time,” he clarifies.

“There’s more?” You turn in his grasp, eyes wide.

He’d already woken you up with breakfast in bed, and an adorably off-key, groggy voiced rendition of ‘Happy Birthday.’ His bedroom was full of flowers and balloons, including two big pink ones displaying your new age. After you ate the fluffiest pancakes you’d ever had in your life, he slipped a heavy diamond necklace around your neck, kissing your shoulders as he clasped it. Giving him a million thank you kisses, you told him you loved your present, and he chuckled, leading you to the kitchen to the mountain of additional presents you’re now ogling.

“So much more. I’ve got a whole day planned for you, so let’s get to it,” he said with a quick tap on your ass, making you giggle.

“Okay, okay! I want…that one,” you point to the largest package in the back of the pile, “‘cause it’s big.”

“Huh, where have I heard that before?” He pretends to think, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

You roll your eyes, shoving him back by his shoulder and scoffing, “you’re on another one today, I swear.”

“Just excited to celebrate you,” he grins, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling the biggest present out of the pile.

You sit in one of his dining chairs, opening present after present, each one delighting you more than the last. Flashy and expensive; a new bag, two pairs of shoes that have been on your wishlist forever, jewelry until you’re dripping in diamonds and precious gems. Sweet and sentimental; a printed album of all your instagram posts since the two of you got together almost a year ago, a gold ring engraved with a handwritten message, a crystal picture frame with a shot of the two of you on his boat at sunset. 

You wonder if it’s possible for your heart to actually burst from affection.

When only one present remains, you eye the counter quizzically, waiting for him to bring you the little bag he had set aside. Rafe just makes himself busy picking up the discarded ribbons and wrapping paper, a little blush on his face as he focuses on the chore.

“Rafe…” you try to get his attention.

“Yeah?” He leans down to pick up a bow that had fallen under the table, when he stands, you step in front of him, grabbing the trash from his hands and setting it to the side. 

“I want my last present please,” you smile, hands cupped in front of you expectantly.

He scratches the top of his buzzed head, taking a deep breath, “why don’t we wait? I booked you a spa appointment so you should probably get ready…”

“Rafe,” you cross your arms over your chest, “why are you being all squirmy?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know if you’ll like it, I don’t want you to think…anything.”

You had no idea what he meant by ‘think anything,’ but this whole you not liking something he took the time to pick out for you business was just nonsense. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood up on your tiptoes to place a soft, steady kiss on his lips. 

“Well I do know. I’m gonna love it, because you got it for me, and I love you,” you ease his worry.

You had told each other you loved each other for the first time a little over a month ago, but it still feels like fireworks everytime one of you says it. Nothing in life is sweeter than the sound of his quick, reassuring “love ya” before hanging up the phone, or his whispered, emotional “I love you so much,” when he’s buried inside you late at night.

“I love you too,” he grins.

“Good,” you place one more kiss on his lips, “then I would like my last present now, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks, walking you toward the kitchen, kissing you all the way as he backs you up step by step.

By the time you reach the kitchen island, you’ve almost forgotten about the striped gift bag waiting for you there, distracted by his lips and the cute little smooches they’re making against your mouth with each step.

He reaches back for the bag without pulling away, holding it behind his back as he ducks down for one last peck before swinging it forward and presenting it to you.

“We can take it back if you don’t li-” you silence him with a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, it’s my last present of the day, let me enjoy this,” you request.

He nods solemnly, waiting until you were looking away, too distracted by the tissue paper in the bag to see the smirk growing on his lips as he thought about his actual last present for you. A rush of nerves shoot through him as he pictures the little black velvet pouch sitting in his nightstand drawer. 

Obeying your request, he bites his tongue as you pull out the rest of the tissue paper. When you finally see what’s sitting in the bag, a slow, delighted smile spreads across your face. You don’t pull the gift out, just bite your lip as you blink up at him through your lashes. His cheeks are adorably pink. 

He’s never bought you lingerie before. He’s seen you in plenty of it, though. Hell, he cleared a whole drawer for you like a month after you started dating, telling you to take as much space as you needed as long as he was the only one who got to see you in it. But the thought of him actually going into the store and asking the sales lady for exactly what he wanted to see you in, surely pulling out his black card and telling her the price tag was not an issue, made your belly tighten with lust.

“Ah I see,” you smirk, “it’s a present for me and for you.”

He nods with a lick of his lips, “you gonna try it on for me?”

You lead him to the chair you were sitting in to open presents, guiding him to sit and placing one more kiss on his cheek before excitedly padding to the bedroom to get changed. He watches you go with his tongue pressed into his cheek, readying himself, wondering how the fuck someone like him got lucky enough to be with someone like you.

Rafe had picked out the cutest little set for you. Matching floral bra and panties, sheer and constructed with hardly any fabric at all, a matching garter belt and thigh high sheer stockings. You gasp when you see the price tag, understanding now why the fabric feels so nice and the stitching is so intricate. 

You take your time pulling it on, both to be gentle with the expensive pieces and to tease the man waiting for you in the other room. The thought of him squirming in that chair wondering what the hell was taking so long makes you giggle.

“The fuck are you laughing about in there?” He calls out impatiently from the other room. “You’re killin’ me!” 

You laugh hard at that, head falling back in delight as you clip the last strap of the garter into place. You add a pair of kitten heels to tie it all together and run your fingers through your hair, one quick look in the mirror to appreciate yourself before stepping slowly from the room.

“Sorry to make you wait, baby,” you tilt your head apologetically and step towards him tauntingly. 

Rafe just smiles and looks to the ceiling, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.

“What?” You ask as you approach, hands finding his and bringing them to rest on either side of your waist.

His thumbs trace circles into your skin, “just don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky. Must’ve done something right in a past life.”

Your skin goes hot at his words, and the way his eyes are skimming over your body like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.

“Nah, I think you just did a lot of things right in this life,” you pull his arms so he’ll rise to his feet.

Rafe lifts his arm with his hand still holding yours, spinning you with his pointer finger like a ballerina, memorizing every inch of you as you twirl for him.

“No man could possibly be good enough to deserve you, baby,” he responds, his large, rough hands running over your bare hips, guiding you to hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m just the luckiest guy in the world.”

You kiss him, too overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at you and holding you up to say anything in response. No one has ever made you feel so special, so wanted. He’d kneel down and kiss your feet if you asked him to. But that’s not what you want right now.

“Need you, Rafe,” you mumble against his lips, legs squeezing him tighter, hands splayed on the back of his head like you’re trying to permanently seal his mouth to yours, “please.”

“You don’t gotta beg, angel,” he coos, “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Cause it’s my birthday?” You tease.

“No. I’ll give you anything you want every day of your fucking life,” he swears, “you deserve the world.”

But you don’t want the world, you just want him.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh, lowering your core over his growing hardness, playfulness gone and replaced by frenzied need.

In response, he shifts to hold you up with one arm, using the other to sweep aggressively at the counter and knock all its contents to the floor chaotically. You love him wild like this, complete disregard for the dishes and various items he’s just sent flying across the kitchen, too drunk on you to even attempt making it to the bedroom. 

He drops you onto the counter, not too hard to hurt, but just hard enough to make your tits bounce and a little “hmph!” to rise from your chest. You’re pulling him to you in seconds, nails clawing at his shoulders and the back of his head as his lips devour yours. He slots his hips between your knees, forcing your legs to fall open for him.

“Gonna make you feel so good, birthday girl,” he promises, chest hovering over you powerfully, lowering you slowly until you’re laying down on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge. 

He kisses down the column of your throat, nipping and nibbling all the way as he hooks his fingers to slip under the straps of the garter belt, pulling until the clasps break away from the top of your stockings with a snap!

You gasp, “you’re gonna break my present!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he shakes his head, bent in half to lower his mouth down your body, sucking purple splotches into the sensitive skin of your stomach, claiming you with every mark.

When he’s satisfied with his artwork, he lifts himself up, piercing blue eyes consuming you with an adoration you’ve never experienced before. You writhe a little under his hungry gaze, and his eyes wander to the panties he gifted you, corners of his mouth perking in a grin. His hand snakes up your thigh and he sweeps his thumb over your covered slit without warning, making you gasp and arch off the cold counter.

“Looks like you already made a mess of your present anyway,” his eyes twinkle with mischief as he spreads your wetness through the fabric.

“Can’t help it,” you whine under the pressure, “you always make me so fucking wet.”

He’s desperate to taste you, lowering to his knees and dragging your panties down with him. Gripping your hips, he pulls you to the edge of the counter, closer to his mouth. He nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the sting outweighed by the pleasure. 

You arch toward him, desperate to feel his mouth on you, but his fingers find you first. He spreads you, groaning a strained ‘fuckkkk’ at the sight. He gathers your slick onto his fingers so slowly, so deliberately, it’s driving you insane. 

Finally, finally, he lowers his mouth and licks, ever so gently, up your center. You’re on fire, the cold marble counter below you doing little to cool your spiked body temperature. 

Between deliberate licks he whispers praises, his tongue and voice taking turns worshiping you.

“Do you know I belong to you?” He confesses, his other hand gripping the edge of the counter so hard it almost cracks. “Do you understand that you fucking own me?”

“You talk so pretty, baby,” you moan, losing your grasp on language as he sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, “love that mouth.”

“It’s yours,” he promises, finally lapping at your clit with a pointed tongue, “it’s all yours, everything I’ve got.”

“Just want you!” you cry out when he pulls the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard.

“You have me, ‘m not going anywhere,” he says after releasing your clit with a pop. His middle finger, already soaked from you, dips into your entrance slowly. “You’re my everything, forever.”

Rafe continues to wrap you in soliloquies of praise as his other hand kneads the skin of your stomach reverently, like a potter molding his clay.

It’s these promises that make your head spin, drowning in the tapestry he weaves with his words until all you can think, all you know, is that you love him. When a second finger enters you and his mouth finds the spot he knows so well, everything in the world fades. The only thing that means anything is this man and the way he makes you feel.

His fingers twist and twirl inside you while his mouth works your clit. You’re beside yourself, feeling your release creep closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. You grab the edge of the counter top for purchase, but it’s not enough. Your hands paw at his head, wishing there was something more to ground you. 

You love his buzzcut, you had an appointment in your shared calendar each month for him to dutifully sit on a stool in the bathroom while you redid it with the electric clippers, but in this moment you wish for the first time that he’d grow it out. You tuck the thought away for later.

He loves the way you’re clawing at his scalp, and clenching around his fingers, knowing you’re close like he knows everything about you. He grabs one of your hands, offering his to you so you can squeeze as hard as you need to, loving the pain as he pushes you to the edge.

You cry out his name when you come, nearly breaking the bones in his fingers. He doesn’t stop until the very last wave of ecstasy rolls through you, his body hovering over yours as he soothes you through the cool down.

“You have no idea what you mean to me,” he whispers into your collarbone, following the vulnerable words with a shaky kiss.

“I think I have some idea,” your palm glides over his scalp, where you were just leaving scratches, inspecting to make sure you hadn’t done too much damage. “Because of how much you mean to me.”

He just shakes his head, his buzzed hair tickling your chin.

You both rise from the counter, Rafe straightening your lingerie set and taking in his gift to you one more time. He stands between your legs, fists on the counter as he leans forward on flexed arms.

“How am I supposed to top this?” You wonder aloud, hands smoothing over his shoulders and your head tilting in that adorable way he’s obsessed with.

“What do you mean?” He puzzles.

“When your birthday comes around,” you explain, “you’ve set the bar so high.”

Rafe smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. His gaze wanders from you as he pulls back slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he shakes his head.

“Are you joking? And miss the chance to celebrate you?” 

“We- I don’t really do birthdays,” he says, and before you can pry any further he adds, “plus yours isn’t even close to over yet.”

Rafe lifts you effortlessly from the counter, making you yelp in surprise. You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom, thinking obsessively about the way he accidentally said ‘we.’

Your heart breaks picturing younger Rafe, no birthday candles to blow out on his big day, no crowd of friends and family singing to him, no one to make him understand how special and worth celebrating he is. 

No, that just wouldn’t do. You start planning the second he falls asleep that night, determined to make his next birthday the best he’s ever had.

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Miguel Diaz X Reader

warnings? Fighting! Sam being pretty mean! FLUFF FLUFF

Defense Not Offense

School had been stressful for you, I top of maintaining a healthy relationship with your beautiful boyfriend Miguel Diaz. Though that wasn’t one of the hard parts, you guys relationship was strong and you both were the independent people you needed in you guys lives.

You met Miguel the same night you met Johnny, well not really. You and Johnny had lived together in the same complex building but you never bothered him, seeing as you noticed most days he just looked like he wanted to be left alone.

But anyways you and Miguel met the night Kyler decided to beat Miguel and pour pepto on his head. You stood up for him when Kyler started snapping at you and threw Miguel into his red classic firebird. Alarming Johnny to which he immediately did something about, oh and he also pulled old school karate. One of your favorite sports shall we say.

Once Miguel had thanked both of you, the next day you were all three coming out of your building and met once again. You were happy to say the least, you had grown comfortable around Miguel even though it was just the second day of meeting.

Once Miguel had asked if it was kongfu both you and Johnny intervened "it’s old school karate". Johnny was shocked to say the least, especially from someone around your age in this time knowing what old school karate was.

But none the less he was impressed, quickly you and Miguel teamed up in trying to get Johnny to get his own dojo. At first Johnny refused, but soon he agreed and started up his own dojo. 'Cobra Kai'.

Which brings you to today; Cobra Kai had its ups and downs yes. But it also had a pretty good sensei that was trying his best for his students.

One of the downs being that there was a new DoJo in town which was called Miyagi do. They only fought for defense not offense, it’s not like Johnny was teaching you to only fight on offense. He was teaching you guys to only fight defense and offense when needed.

Throughout the whole journey you and Miguel had grown more together, physically and relationship wise. Your relationship only grew stronger and you guys were pretty much the perfect duo.

You were walking from home to the dojo, getting ready just to practice and or learn new moves. The walk was peaceful, almost to peaceful.... the sun was out, it was the perfect temperature, season, and the birds were chirping cheerfully which almost rarely happens.

Well that only lasted for a couple minutes until you walked in the parking lot, Sam LaRussos car parked in-front of you. Very much confused you decided to stop, maybe she needed something.

"Sam?" You ask confused as she walks up to you.

"Y/n, I hear you’re apart of Cobra Kai" she says bluntly.

"Uh-I yeah..." you say still confused at seeing Sam LaRusso in front of you.

"Well than this is for you" Sam says as she leans a punch right on your face catching you by surprise.

"Sam! What was that for?! Are you really going to stoop to that level? Really?!" You yell out.

"Yeah, you messed with my family and took Mr. Miyagi's metal of honor from my father which you did not earn the right for" She clarifies landing a kick as you block it with your hand, striking a left hook.

"Sam I don’t know what you’re talking about!" You yell as she right kicks you in the face.

"Yes you do!" Sam yells pushing you back to which slide your leg under hers kicking her to the ground pinning her down.

"Sam, I do not have any idea what you’re talking about" You sincerely say before she knees your side kicking you under her.

"Of course you don’t! All you Cobra Kai's are the same!" She yells punching you punch after punch.

Though you hold your hand in a shield protecting yourself "Sam stop! I’m not going to fight you anymore" You say as she gets up, kicking you in the side one last time.

"Of course you won’t" She scoffs walking back to her car driving off.

You groan stomping your leg on the concrete behind you hissing when you hit a sore spot.

  "Metal of honor? I swear whenever I find out who took that thing I'm inflicting more pain" You mumble getting up, walking down the last block until you reach Cobra Kai.

  "I'm here" you say 'cheerfully' causing Miguel's happiness to spark as the bell rings as he hears your beautiful voice.

  Both you and Miguel always get here a couple hours early, wanting to spend more time either together, practicing, or with Johnny.

  "Hey, baby!" Miguel says excitedly as he runs out of the office he was in with Johnny.

  His smile drops once he sees your state you were in "well don't be to happy to see me" you say sarcastically smiling.

  "Baby..... what happened?" He asks as he runs over to you placing his hands over your cuts and brushes.

  You sigh "Sam said someone stole Mr. Miyagi's metal and she though I knew or had something to do with it" You reply as you rub your temples.

  "Here let me clean you up, and I can't believe Sam did.... that" Miguel says leading you to Johnny's office where some supplies sit.

  Johnny looks up ready to great you "holy mother of god, what happened to you?" He questions as he stands up.

  "Sam happened" you mumble, knowing he doesn't particularly like the LaRusso subject.

  "She said someone stole Mr. Miyagi's metal of honor and it was from here but I don't know who or nor was I in it" you say innocently as you explain everything.

  "That girl can be a bi-" Johnny starts before both you and Miguel cut him off.

  "Woah, heyyy okay we get it. But seriously who do you think did it, sensei?" Miguel asks politely.

  Johnny pinches the bridge of his nose clenching his eyes "I don't know, but if I find out someone here did it oh they don't want to know" he says.

  "Just take care of her okay?" Johnny says to Miguel.

  "Of course always Sensei" he smiles.

  "Good" Johnny nods his head while Miguel grabs the first aid and brings you into the bathroom.

  Miguel puts his hands around your waist "jump baby" he says sweetly as you jump and he helps sit you down on the sink.

He turns to the first aid bag and pulls out a couple things needed for your wounds and sits them neatly beside you on the side of the sink.

He pours some peroxide on a cotton pad and gently hovers over the wound on your cheek "this may sting" he says as he gently presses it against the wound, your eye twitches as he continues gently pressing the pad against your cheek.

You bite your lip as he moves on to a more deeper cut on your cheek, sensing your discomfort Miguel gently places his lips on your distracting you from the pain, which worked.

His hand finds its way to your thigh, holding himself up as he applies pressure to the deeper wound.

Pulling his lips away from yours he smiles gently as he grabs two small bandaids and applies them to stop them from bleeding.

"Let me see your hand?" Miguel asks as he gently grabs your left hand and adds some cream and a bandage on it, doing the same to the other.

"Anywhere else?" He smiles as he starts putting up the supplies.

"I’m all good Dr. Diaz, some slight bruising but I think i can handle it" You tease playfully nudging his shoulder.

"Well my lady I think we’ll need a check up how about you?" He wraps his hands around your waist chuckling as you pretend to think.

"I think we do indeed" you finally say as you wrap your arms around his neck intertwining your two hands together.

"Protection kids! Under sink!" Johnny yells just as you two were about to kiss.

Miguel’s cheeks flush red as you furrow your eyebrows "why under the sink?" You yell back only to be met with silence causing you to giggle.

"I love you Migi" You say smitten wrote on your features.

"I love you more"

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Hawk X Reader

Warnings: Bullying!

Protector

Being the daughter of Johnny Lawrence was great, he taught you karate when he got back into it. He was there for you and always tried to make you happy.

He tried with Robby too but Robby never gave him the time of the day. You had a group of friends including Miguel, Hawk, Aisha, and Tory. Hawk, well Eli- you always had a big crush on him even before he became Hawk but you were always scared to talk to him in fear of being turned down.

Now back to Robby, you to didn't get along as well as you'd liked. I mean you both weren't to different from each other, you both had that sneaky side but also both cared for those you loved.

Anyways it was a boring normal school day, Tory being your girl best friend along with Aisha were both in different periods so you we're quite bored for first period.

After first period it was second, which was Physics which you had with both Hawk and Miguel and you also happened to sit next to them both.

"Hey guys" You hummed contently as you took a seat in the middle of Miguel and Hawk.

"Hey Y/n" Hawk smirks, as always.

Miguel smiles and nods his head, you could tell he was going through something but didn't quite know.

"I just feel like garbage" Miguel says sadly.

"Come on dude it was just a mistake, plus you could have anyone you wanted? Why go after Sam who's still in a dispute with Robby anyways" Hawk asks smugly.

"Wait what did I miss?" You question.

"Daiz over here kissed Tory when he still has feelings for Sam even though he's single?" Hawk states as if it's the most easiest thing in the world.

  You nod slightly and turn to Miguel, knowing he probably needed advice right now "Hey Miguel, just go with your heart okay? Ask yourself who you truly love and want to be with, ask yourself who makes that spark rise and stay in your life" You smile slightly, proud of your advice.

  Miguel smiles widely "thank you Y/n really" He mumbles gratefully.

  "Of course Miguel" You smile.

  "I guess I should be asking who you're in love with Y/n" Hawk jokes, as you knew so much about this kind of advice.

Your whole body freezes, your heart rate picks up, as your cheeks redden. Hawk notices this and smirks "who's little Y/n crushing on?" He giggles as he nudges your shoulder.

You simultaneously melt at his cute giggle- he has never giggled before and it showed as his face straightens immediately catching himself off guard.

"No one but myself" You say smugly, dissing the question as you finally came back to reality.

Hawk nods his head sarcastically "mhm yeah like we believe that" he states.

Lunch time rolled around moments later which you were thankful of, as you and Hawk started walking towards the lunchroom Kyler decided on getting in some trouble as he walks in front of you and shoves you making you stumble back.

"S*ut" He snickers.

Hawks face turns into an angered on as he walks in front of Kyler "you wanna try that again" hawk grits his teeth together, gripping his fists.

Kyler smirks "what are you gonna do lip? Nothing because you're still just wimp" Kyler fake cry's as he laughs.

Hawks demeanor changes for a second to a defeated look, you wouldn't let that happen. You would not let Kyler make a fool of you nor Eli.

You quickly step in between them, staring Kyler down "you know being a d*ck isn't going to make yours any bigger" You spit out.

Kyler stops laughing as you stare him down, almost eye strangling him. His eyes widen and he turns and runs away "f*cker" You mumble.

Hawk smirks, impressed but also great duo that you stepped in "that was bada** L/n" he say chuckling.

"Yeah well he was hurting someone I lov- ven joy around. Yep someone I enjoy around" You curse yourself at that reckless move.

"Weirdo" He jokes playfully with a chuckle as he nudges your shoulder.

"Oh? I'll show you a weirdo" You say starting to run after him, his eyes widen and he starts running but quickly trips over air???

You bust out laughing as you trip causing you to gasp as you fall on his lap, straddling him though you continue to laugh.

"How- do- you- you trip over air?" You question in between breaths of laughter.

You don't hear anything coming from hawk so your laughter dies down as your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You look down to see him staring up at you with heart eyes causing you to smile bashfully.

"What?" You barely get out.

He moves a piece of hair behind your ear, "you're beautiful" he states, continuing to maintain eye contact.

Your heart races as he flips you over, just then you realize your on the dirty school floor but then again it doesn't seem to matter as he connects his lips with yours ever so lightly just incase you push him away.

But you don't, instead you bring him closer by placing a hand on his cheek lovingly. A few moments later he pulls away to look you in your eyes.

"Y/n I need to be honest with you, I've always been in love with you even before I became Hawk" He says bashfully avoiding your eyes now.

You grab his cheeks with both of your hands and connect your lips back together in a firm, passionate, lingering kiss.

"I love you too Eli" You mumble against his lips before pulling away breathlessly.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" He asks looking up at you with hope in his eyes causing you to smile widely.

"Of course!" You grin.

"But we should probably get off of the school floor.... in the middle of the hallway" You raise your eyes suggestively.

"Oh- OH yeah yeah I agree" Eli says getting up before offering his hand to you helping you up.

"Let's go princess..."

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This was requested from Wattpad!

The Jacket (part 1/2)

Summary: Alive!reader gets assigned a new locker, finds Wally‘s letterman jacket and decides to keep it

Includes: Wally Clark x reader, smut

A/N: I just love Wally & Rhonda‘s friendship

"This is not what I meant when I asked for a new locker."  You said, scrunching your nose in disgust.

„Yeah, it's like they haven't cleaned it in decades" Your friend dusted her hands off.

A comical cloud of dust came out of the locker, when you finally managed to open the jammed metal door. Coughing, you stepped back.

Meanwhile, unbeknown to you, two students were watching. Dead Students to be exact.

„Hey, isn't that your locker, hot stuff?" Rhonda pointed her lollipop towards the situation.

The footballer turned and nearly tripped, running over to you.

„Stop panicking, it's not like you could do anything about it anyway." The brunette rolled her eyes and started following him.

„They promised my my mum they wouldn't give my locker away and now I see some-„ Wally tried to find the right words, holding onto Rhondas arm.

She raised a brow at him „Hot cheerleaders taking over your locker ?"

„I'm serious! All the stuff I have on me is in there, what if they throw it away?" He said, watching you hold up his letterman jacket.

„You're right, they really havent cleaned this in ages." You looked at your friend.

She reached inside, pulling out a blue and white jacket. You took it from her and held it up. „It's cute don't you think? Kinda vintage."

„Oh my god. look." She pointed at the stitching at the right top. ‚Wally' it read in white italic letters. You looked at her. „You think it belonged to the stadium guy?"

„Possible? I mean there's other stuff in there. Maybe he wants it back." Your friend crossed her arms. „We could go to the library at lunch and look into the yearbooks to find out."

The bell rang, interrupting your little locker investigation.

„Sounds like a plan." You said, before walking to class.

—

Wally anticipated lunch break and already waited in the yearbook section, when Rhonda suddenly appeared next to him.

„What are you doing here? Aren't you busy catching gossip in the teachers lounge ?" he asked, cocking a brow at her in question.

She smirked. „I love gossip, but seeing your big star student slash jock ego getting crushed by two human girls is even more entertaining to me"

Wally mocked her smirk and rolled his eyes. He was about to reply when he heard you and your friend entering the aisle.

„1981, 1982- ah here Yearbook of 1983. The trophy cabinet has a table with all, the state champion teams and his name was listed in that year."

Rhonda leaned her head on Wally‘s shoulder, or at least as far as she could with their height difference. „Oh superstar, even state champion? Aww, if I wasn't dead I'd feel sorry."

„Fuck you, Rhonda."  Wally scoffed, trying to concentrate on you skipping through the yearbook pages.

„Sorry I'm not into footballers, sweetheart." She sucked on her lollipop again, leaning against the shelf.

Wally took a deep breath. He was a nice guy, really and he liked Rhonda, but sometimes her attitude just got to him.

„Maybe, footballer dick is just what you need to get over your brooding and depressed mood."

Rhonda laughed. „ Ew." She pushed his shoulder.

„Turn to the exceptional students pages." Your friend said and flipped through the book.

There it was, a full double page.

In loving memory of Wally Clark stood under his picture. Fluffy black hair, chocolate brown eyes and charming smile, wearing the exact same jacket you found in your locker today.

„He's dead?" It sounded more like a questioin than a statement coming out of your mouth.

„Sad, he's sexy." You friend stated.

Rhonda nearly choked on her lollipop and Wally swallowed, before a smirk crept upon his lips.

„She did not just say that?" The shorter ghost crossed her arms.

„He is." You agreed before nudging your friend.

„You think he was a fuckboy ?" She laughed and you joined in. Taking the book from you she read the different things written about him.

„Look, this cheerleader wrote ‚He loved eating jelly filled donuts' Oh I'm sure he did" She wiggled her eyebrows.

„Well if I was born back then, I wouldn't mind him tasting my jelly filled donut." you said giggling.

After chattinf some more, the two of you put the book back and left, still giggling about the handsome footballer.

Wally's face burnt bright red and he felt like his cheeks were on fire. He knew that girls had found him cute back when he was alive, but he never heard girls talk about him like that.

„Congratulations stud, now you're a teenage girls' wet dream in two centuries." Rhonda joked and patted his shoulder.

„What do you mean ?" Wally asked nervously.

Of course he had sex before and he did like it rough, but he was in a relationship before he died and even now he only had one partner to relief his teenage hormones. Wally never wanted to use someone for their body, but this ‚trapped in the school as a ghost’ situation didn't really allow any relationships.

„What I mean is, that girls are or were obsessed with you. When you came to this school I couldn't go anywhere without the female students talk about ‚tall and sexy' you are and how hot you look during football practice."  She made a disgusted face and Wally looked at her in shock.

„Oh and don't we forgot about your girlfriend back then. She was very descriptive to her friends about your dick and how exactly you used it to bring her to the edge."

Wally now leaned against the shelves, trying not to freak out.

„But that was long ago, most of the ghosts here died after me." He said, trying to make himself feel better.

„I don't know why you're freaking out so much? I should be freaking out. Of disgust." She tried to calm him.

„You're right. I just thought- I can't believe I was so naiive." he said, looking down.

„Hey Wally, you're a nice guy." she said, making him smile. „Still entitled tho."

He laughed and rolled his eyes.

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A few days later you were able togive Wally's mother the stuff you found in his locker. She seemed like a nice woman and you felt a little emotional at how grateful she was.

Especially because you decided to keep the letterman jacket. You gave it to the dry cleaners and basically lived in it ever since picking it up. It was slightly oversized on you but extremly comfortable.

But there was also something different since you wore it. You felt... watched. Just like today, when you got dressed after swimming club.

After leaving the shower, you put a towel over the bench to sit down. You took little longer than usual and had the changing room to yourself.

Suddenly, it's like something tickled over your back, down to your hips. A pleasant sensation. You shivered, reaching for the jacket to cover yourself.

You called out for someone. But you really were alone. Your friend had joked earlier  that Wally Clarks ghost would come for you, because you didn't give back his jacket. Luckily you didn't believe in ghosts and when you sat down on the bench, yet another thought invaded your mind.

You leaned back and opened your legs slightly. Wouldn't be the first time someone touched themselves in the locker rooms. The boys did it all the time after practice.

Your fingers travelled from your navel down to your already wet heat. Exploring your folds, before finding your clit, you closed your eyes. Wally Clark appeared behind your lids. He kneeled between your legs, strong hands holding your hips.

He kissed the creamy skin of your thighs upwards, the dreamiest of chocolate brown bedroom eyes looking up at you. He licked his plump lips before speaking against your folds, the vibration making you hiss out.

„Quite the unusual offer. Letting me eat you out so I'd forgive you for stealing." his tongue lapped up the wetness of your folds and one of his hands found your breasts, kneading them softly before pinching the nipple. One after one.

„Wally, please." You moaned and circled your clit faster. The feeling of being watched heightened your pleasure from the fantasy.

He sucked on your clit and his other hand also left your hip. Two of his fingers pushed inside you, pumping. „Mmmh" he moaned against your sensitive spot. You shivered and moaned his name again and again.

Goosebumps spread over your skin and you were sure his fingers would feel even better than your own. Shifting slightly on the bench, you were sure the towel underneath you was already soaked. The tight coil in your lower abdomen let you know you were close.

„If you weren't already late I'd edge you. Looking so pretty spread out for me on the bench." His fingers curled up and he switched between sucking and licking at your centre.

You came, biting down on your lower lip, so you wouldn't be heard in the nearby hallway. Opening your eyes, you adjusted to reality again and pulled his jacket together in front of your chest. You felt sick, pleasuring yourself to a dead boy. You decided to sit for a bit before redressing and drying your hair.

Wally still kneeled in between your legs. His lips glistened with your juices and he laughed „So much better than a jelly donut"

Licking his fingers clean, he tried to calm his nerves. His hard cock strained against the grey sweatpants, so he sat up and adjusted himself. He really tried holding back, knowing what he did was technically a grey zone of consent, but seeing you spread out on the bench, naked and wearing his jacket, he just couldn't not help you out. Also, you did say you wouldn't mind a few days ago.

He just wished you could see him. It made him dream on his own, about you two. Maybe on the bleachers or in the teachers lounge. Wally really liked the couch in the teachers lounge.

He watched you get dressed and waited for you to leave so he could take care of himself.

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The thoughts of Wally haunted you throughout the next few weeks. Maybe his ghost did haunt you. So you decided to help the homecoming committee decorate the school with posters and decoration up until the late night to take your mind off it.

You fell asleep in the Gym. Waking up in the middle of the night on the hard floor you sighed. You were about to collect your stuff and leave when you heard a moan. Looking up, your jaw nearly dropped to the Floor.

Wally sat upon a gym mat, the ghost of a cheerleader who died in the 90s after dropping from a pyramid sat in his lap.

There was an obvious tent in his grey sweatpants. Her cheer skirt was tucked into the seam revealing her bare pussy with two of Wally's fingers knuckle deep inside. There was a wet spot on his crotch and the squishy noise of his fingers pumping at a fast pace hollowed in the gym.

Her moans were swallowed by his lips, hungrily devouring her mouth.

You squeezed your thighs together at the sight. Envious of the girl. Wally pushed a third finger inside, keeping the rough pace. The blonde girl reached down to rub her clit, but Wally slapped her hand away.

He pulled away from her, biting her bottom lip.

„You only get to do that when my cock has been inside of you."

Your head fell back against the wall. God, you must be really going crazy. Hallucinating or dreaming, but you couldn't tear your eyes away.

The blonde pouted. „M'sorry Wally."

He helped her climb off his lap before he stood up on the mat. She was already getting on all fours with spread knees. Meanwhile Wally pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his impressive girth. Getting on one knee behind her, he pumped himself with his head thrown back, before guiding himself inside her.

He started with slow thrusts, obviously not doing this for the first time. The blonde under him closed her eyes, mouth agape in pleasure.

Wally picked up the speed while kneading her asscheeks. Your eyes widened when he spread them, letting a string of his spit drip onto her other hole. He massaged it with his thumb and the blonde responded with screaming his name „Please, Wally. Please Please Please." she writhted under his touch as he pressed down with his thumb.

Your -or more his jacket felt too hot all of a sudden and you felt your hardened nipples against the fabric of your bra. Pressing your thighs together you tried to get some relief.

The blonde bit her lip to silence her pleas buz Wally slapped her cheek „No. No. No. Baby. I wanna hear you. Let them hear you." His hand went back to her ass.

„You can pleasure yourself now." he instructed and her fingers immediately found her clit, circling roughly.

After her first orgasm, he pulled out. His dick dripping with her juices, the head angry and red. Wally helped her turn on her back, legs draped over his shoulders, guiding just the tip inside.

She whimpered. „Please come on my tits, Wally. I want to taste you."

You bit your lip at her voice, full of need and desire.

He smirked and started jerking above her chest. Her hand joined him as he put his abover hers, guiding her how he liked it.

He groaned her name as he came. Thick spurts of his glassy cum decorating her rosy nipples, up to her chin, which she greedily licked up.

She started licking him clean. „Thank you, Wally. Mmmh." He pushed her head down further, and looked up.

You stared at him wide eyed as you made eye contact with him. At first his gaze looked dazed from pleasure, but then he thought you could see him.

But that wouldn't be possible would it? Humans can't see ghosts.

Wally tucked himself away and helped his companion fix herself, but when he turned around you were gone.

He was definitely going to seek you out tomorrow.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, let me know in the comments & leave me some love 💕

Jacob Bertrand X Reader

Warnings: None

Meet and Greet

Your friend decided on dragging you alone with her to the Cobra Kai meet and greet, she was overly excited. Yeah you were pretty excited to but you were more so nervous you were gonna do something or say something embarrassing.

Y/f/n was excited to meet Xolo, while you were more so on the edge of meeting Jacob. You didn't know what you were going to say or ask once you met him, you decided you would just go with the flow.

Surprisingly you didn't live to far away from where they were casting the meet and greet. Only like an hour away from the they were holding it. Using your car both you and your best friend jump in the car ready to start your one hour journey ride.

  "I can't wait to meet Xolo!" She squeals excitedly.

  You laugh at her reaction also trying to calm yourself down. "I bet you can't wait to meet Jacobbbb" She sings his last name teasingly.

  Your cheeks heat up lightly as you stop at a red light "shut up" you grumble.

"Come on just admit it!" She squeals.

"Then we'll be marrying best friends, while we're best friends!" She says excitedly.

You furrow your eyebrows "you know Xolo is dating Hannah right?" You question.

"Oh come on let a girl dream!" Y/b/f rolls her eyes.

In less than an hour you were at your destination, finding a parking spot you both get out of your car and walk inside the building.

Y/b/f squeals once she spots Xolo talking with some other fans, she practically races over towards him while grasping your hand also pulling you with her.

Jacob was standing right beside Xolo so when Y/b/f stopped pulling you, you ended up falling right into Jacob. Jacob lets out a gasp from surprise-meant.

Your eyes widen as you scurry up "crap I'm so sorry" you apologize immensely as you hold out a hand for him to which he takes, you pull him up.

Jacob lets out a chuckle "it's no problem, your friend over there is definitely obsessed" He jokes.

"But who isn't obsessed with Xolo" Jacob says placing his hand on Xolo's shoulder as Y/b/f is clinging onto Xolo.

  You chuckle shyly with a little nod, "it's Uh, nice to meet you" You say awkwardly.

Jacob smiles "it's very nice to meet you...." he gestures on for your name.

"Oh Uh it's Y/n" You confirm.

He smiles "Y/n, what a beautiful name for a beautiful girl" He flits shamelessly.

A small blush forms your cheeks as you start to speak up "your beautiful too" you say, stopping for a minute registering what had just came out of your mouth.

Your eyes widen "oh- I meant like- okay..." You quite down as Jacob lets out a carefree laugh.

"Well thank you for the compliment Y/n, would you like to hangout sometimes?" He questions.

Your body freezes, mentally screaming in your head "yes, I'd like that" You nod shyly.

You both swap numbers while laughing over how Y/b/f is still clinging onto Xolo, in the end you had to wind up taring her off of him... but you also got lucky with Jacobs number... so it worked out.

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