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PART 3 PLEASE I PAY MONEY FOR ITTTTT

# YOU'RE NOT SORRY, ㅤㅤ SENSEI WOLF (LAWRENCE! READER)

ㅤㅤ★ SUMMARY !

× While training in Barcelona for the international tournament representing Miyagi-Do, you deal with the pressure of stepping in for your father, Johnny Lawrence, who returned to the Valley after Carmen was hospitalized. Struggling with anxiety and worries, you find unexpected support in Wolf, the sensei of the Iron Dragons.

ㅤㅤ★ WARNINGS !

× Angst, fluffy and romance 🔥

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PART ONE !

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The next morning, the sun timidly shone through the hotel windows, and the muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway indicated that the training day had already begun. You had gotten up earlier than usual, feeling the accumulated pressure on your shoulders. But as you walked through the door of the dining hall, you saw Robby sitting alone at a table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

He had his head down, staring at the food as if it were the only thing he could focus on at that moment. That made you smile with a touch of fondness. Robby always had this focused demeanor, taking things seriously yet with a lightness that made him seem older than he really was. You approached and, with a slightly tired smile, sat down at the table.

"Good morning, captain," you said, trying to mask the weight on your shoulders.

Robby looked up, the corners of his lips curving slightly into a smile. "Good morning," he replied, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to study you in a way that made you feel he knew exactly what was going on in your head. "Did you sleep well?"

You shrugged, pouring yourself a glass of juice, and as you drank, you searched for a way to respond without sounding like you were carrying the world on your shoulders. "Not really. Too much on my mind, you know? I can’t switch off."

Robby, ever observant, didn’t need more words to understand what you meant. He raised an eyebrow, curious but not pressuring you to say more than you wanted to. "Still thinking about Carmen?" he asked, with a softness only he seemed to possess.

You sighed, resting your elbow on the table, your eyes scanning the breakfast spread in front of you. "Yeah... And the tournament, too."

Robby leaned back in his chair, reflecting for a moment before flashing a sympathetic smile. "Look, you're the most determined person I know. If anyone can handle all of this, it’s you. And even if you don’t want to admit it, I know you’ve got everything under control."

A small smile crept onto your face, appreciating how Robby always managed to calm you down without even trying. He had this calm and steady presence that made you feel a bit more grounded amid the storm. "Thanks. I know you’re right, but sometimes I just wish everything would fall into place already."

Robby gave you a warm smile, the kind only he could give. He always had this tranquil energy, a presence that seemed to dissipate any clouds of doubt.

Before heading to practice, Robby gave you a playful nudge on the shoulder, joking as he always did. "And remember, when I win the tournament, you owe me that snack you promised, okay?"

You laughed, amused by how he always stayed optimistic even when the world seemed upside down.

"Oh, if you win, Robby, I’ll promise you a whole dinner," you replied with a genuine smile.

He made a dramatic gesture, as if already preparing for his prize. "Deal. I’ll hold you to that when the time comes."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

"So, what are you doing today?" Wolf asked, approaching you after the end of the competitions. The question came out casually, but there was something in his voice—a lightness you couldn’t ignore. It was as if he wanted to escape the pressure of the day, maybe in a way only he knew how.

You paused, hesitating for a moment, unsure how to respond. The truth was, you were trying to stay calm, but your mind was a whirlwind. The training, the competition results, the expectations... everything seemed to be piling up in your chest. Yet, somehow, you felt like you could trust Wolf enough to vent, even just a little.

"I’m thinking about training a bit more. But also... maybe I’ll take a walk around the city. I need some time to sort things out," you said, not looking at him directly, but hoping he would understand what you meant without you having to explain everything.

Wolf stayed silent for a few seconds, watching you in a way that seemed to analyze more than just your words. Then, unhurriedly, he gave a faint smile—a mix of understanding and something else.

"I’d say you might need some company," he replied, his voice calm, with a playful tone. But it was a genuine offer, as if he truly wanted to be there.

You looked at him, and somehow, you didn’t need to think much about accepting. There was something comforting about his presence, something that made the idea of being with him—even in silence—good company.

"Do you think you’re up for the job?" you asked with a subtle, almost teasing smile but without malice. Before waiting for a response, you were already turning to leave the gym, the sound of your footsteps echoing on the empty floor.

Wolf smiled back, his gaze softer, as if he was amused by your challenge but not pushing it. "The job’s mine, if you give me the chance to prove it."

As you walked away, a feeling of something new and unexpected began to grow inside you. Something you couldn’t fully understand yet but that, somehow, felt like exactly what you needed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

After hours of intense training with Miyagi-Do, you found yourself alone in the gym, immersed in the rhythmic sound of your punches and kicks against the punching bag. The steady noise echoed through the empty room, almost hypnotic, as your muscles worked tirelessly. Each movement flowed with precision, and for a few moments, it felt like the world around you disappeared. The only thing that mattered was the challenge in those strikes—a relief from the thoughts piling up in your mind, helping you feel more centered with every hit.

Wolf's presence, however, was like a shadow—unexpected and silent. His voice cut through the room's stillness, interrupting your flow of concentration.

"Alone again, huh?" His unmistakable voice carried a casual tone, as if it were a gentle tease.

You paused for a second, feeling the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat generated by your training. Turning around, you saw him leaning against the doorframe, wearing his usual lazy smile. But his eyes were sharper, observing your movements with an intensity you couldn’t ignore.

"If you're going to keep following me, at least bring me some coffee," you joked, trying to hide a smile when you realized he seemed more present there than he should have been.

He chuckled softly, almost as if amused, before crossing the space like it was the most natural thing in the world. His steps were unhurried, and his gaze stayed fixed on you, analyzing every detail of your demeanor.

"You're demanding, you know that?" he commented, coming closer, his voice husky and tinged with something you couldn’t fully decipher.

"Just fair," you replied without breaking eye contact before resuming your practice. Your body followed a sequence you'd repeated countless times, almost second nature by now. Even so, you knew you were testing yourself, pushing your limits because that was part of who you were: the challenge.

Wolf stood still, watching you for a few moments. The silence between you was palpable but not uncomfortable. He was studying your every move, every curve of your motion, as if trying to figure out what drove you to push yourself with such determination. His gaze carried weight, a magnetism that made the atmosphere around you feel heavier. It was impossible to ignore.

"What?" you finally asked, unable to suppress your curiosity.

"I'm just trying to understand you," he said, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. "You have this... way of making everything look easy, even when you're pushing yourself to the limit."

You felt a blush warm your cheeks but kept your focus. You couldn’t give in to the tension of the moment, even if part of you wanted to.

"Maybe it's because I don’t get distracted so easily," you countered, your voice carrying a subtle challenge.

"That sounded like a provocation," he murmured, stepping closer until he was almost within your reach. His proximity was overwhelming, and the warmth radiating from him seemed to fill the small distance between you.

Before you could respond or even process what was happening, Wolf leaned in slightly. It was quick, almost as if he anticipated your resistance, but not enough to stop him. His lips met yours in a soft, brief kiss, filled with intensity.

You froze for a second, too surprised to react. The touch was gentle but carried a purpose, an intent that made your heart race. He pulled back before you could reciprocate, his dark eyes meeting yours, assessing your reaction.

"What are you doing?" you asked in a whisper, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out hesitant.

"Testing a theory," he replied, the grin on his face now more daring, though there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I just wanted to see if you really don’t get distracted that easily."

Your heart was conflicted, and the hesitation in the seconds that followed felt like an eternity. But deep down, something in you was yielding. You didn’t know if it was the moment, the intensity, or simply Wolf and the way he seemed to turn your world upside down.

"Come on, there’s a place I want to show you," he said, his voice softer now, contrasting with his earlier playful tone.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms in an attempt to maintain an irritated facade, though curiosity was already growing inside you.

"This again?" you asked, trying to suppress a smile. The last time he made such an offer, the night had turned out to be far more interesting than you'd expected.

He only smiled—that slightly crooked smile that seemed to carry a world of secrets and promises. It was annoyingly charming, as if he already knew you wouldn’t resist but was willing to wait, to give you the time you needed. When he extended his hand, the simple gesture carried a deeper weight, like a silent bridge between you.

"Trust me," his voice was soft but firm, carrying a calmness that somehow conveyed safety, even though the situation was completely unpredictable.

You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let on how your heart seemed to stumble in your chest.

"That’s asking too much," you joked, keeping your tone light even as the tension between you both was nearly tangible. Your hand hovered hesitantly in the air, not quite touching his.

Wolf tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing your response. The playful smile returned, but there was something deeper hidden behind his gaze.

"Maybe it is," he admitted, his honesty catching you off guard. "But you’ll have to take the risk."

Later that night, you and Wolf left the hotel, though it seemed like there was something more on his mind. Walking through the narrow streets of Barcelona, you noticed how his eyes scanned his surroundings, as if searching for something specific. The city, illuminated by the soft glow of lights reflecting off the old stones, had an undeniable charm. The fresh night air was inviting, and although you didn’t know exactly where you were headed, there was a quiet confidence in the way he led the way.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, turning to you with that signature smile of his.

“This again?” you teased, but the warmth in your chest betrayed the growing trust you truly felt.

He didn’t reply, just kept walking with you by his side. After a few minutes, you reached one of Barcelona’s most iconic landmarks: Park Güell. The main gate was closed at that hour, but Wolf seemed prepared. He found a discreet spot to climb over, and the mix of adrenaline and amusement as you scaled the fence made you laugh, momentarily forgetting about formalities.

When you finally reached the top of one of the park’s terraces, the view was breathtaking. The entire city stretched out before you, lit up like a sea of urban stars. The silence was broken only by a light breeze and the distant sounds of a city that never sleeps. Wolf sat down on one of the colorful mosaic benches and gave a small pat on the seat beside him, inviting you to join.

“Well? Was it worth it?” he asked, looking straight at you.

You gazed at the horizon, admiring the beauty of the city while feeling the weight of the moment between you.

“I’d say so,” you replied with a soft smile, glancing back at him.

Wolf didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. He tilted his head, his playful smile softening into something more serious.

“I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice low and captivating.

There was a moment of silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes. When he leaned in slightly closer, the air seemed to change, growing heavier with something you couldn’t quite name—courage, or maybe recklessness.

And then he moved in, stealing a quick kiss, full of intent. His lips brushed yours with initial lightness, as though testing the waters, but the warmth of the moment was undeniable.

You froze for a second, startled by his boldness, but soon felt your heart racing. Wolf pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes alight with a mix of mischief and tenderness.

“I thought you’d stop me,” he teased, his voice husky with anticipation.

Still tasting him on your lips, you smiled, a little hesitant but unable to deny the palpable attraction between you.

“I’m still deciding,” you replied, though your gaze betrayed your words.

Wolf chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to resonate deep in your chest. He didn’t press further, but the intensity of the moment lingered, as if the kiss had been only the beginning of something neither of you dared to define just yet.

As you both sat there, looking out at the city side by side, the warmth of his presence was comforting, and the night seemed to take on a special meaning only the two of you understood.

The evening continued with an intensity you hadn’t expected but that felt natural, as though something long dormant had finally been given space to bloom. Wolf was careful, his gestures gentle yet firm, making it clear that the moment meant as much to him as it did to you.

The next morning, the light streaming through the thin curtains seemed brighter than usual, and it took you a few moments to get your bearings. The bed was still warm beside you, but when you turned your head, you realized Wolf wasn’t there. The spot where he had slept was already cold, indicating he’d been gone for some time.

A faint unease began to grow inside you. Maybe it was just your imagination, but something in the air felt different. Quickly dressing, you left the room, following the distant sound of muffled voices echoing down the hallway.

As you approached a small office at the end of the corridor, you immediately recognized the voices. You stopped near the slightly ajar door, your heart pounding as you listened. It was Wolf talking to someone. He sounded irritated, his voice firm but tinged with frustration.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, Silver,” he said, trying to keep his tone low, but it was clear he was holding something back.

“The plan?” Silver replied, their voice calm but with a calculated coldness that sent a chill down your spine. “You should know that unexpected things happen. We’re not here for romance, Wolf. You know what’s at stake.”

Romance? The word echoed in your mind like thunder. You felt your hands go cold as your mind scrambled to process what you were hearing. Wolf responded, his voice now quieter, almost inaudible, but his posture as he spoke was tense.

“She has nothing to do with this, Silver. I know what I’m doing.”

Silver let out a short, dry laugh.

“You think you do. But what you’ve done could jeopardize everything. We can’t afford distractions right now, especially when we’re so close.”

It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet. Distraction. Was that what you were to him? Every moment from the night before, every smile, every glance... was it all just a distraction?

Without realizing it, you took a step back, causing the door to creak slightly. The voices in the office stopped instantly. You didn’t wait to see what would happen next. Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest as you hurried back down the hallway.

When you reached your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, taking deep breaths to calm the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overflow. The night before had been real to you, but now doubts were creeping in. Who was Wolf, really? And what exactly was at stake that you didn’t know about?

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. You didn’t answer, but Wolf’s voice came from the other side, calm yet laced with something that sounded... like concern.

“Can we talk?” he asked, not forcing his way in. “I know you heard. And I know how it must seem.”

You stayed silent for a moment, your hand hesitating on the doorknob. Opening that door would mean facing questions you weren’t sure you were ready to ask. But at the same time, a part of you wanted answers. Needed them.

Finally, you turned the knob and opened the door, facing Wolf with a mixture of distrust and expectation.

You felt a growing heat in your throat and mouth, but the only thing you managed to say was:

“You’re working with him?” Your voice was tense, and the air around you felt heavy.

He hesitated, and the silence that followed said more than any words could.

You didn’t know if you could trust anything anymore. All those feelings, that moment... now it all felt like a lie.

“So it was all a lie, then? All of it?” The bitterness in your voice was clear. The words came out heavier than you could control, and the weight of disappointment pressed against your chest.

He didn’t answer immediately. He ran a hand through his hair, as if searching for a way to explain himself. But nothing he could say seemed to make sense.

“It wasn’t a lie. Not all of it,” he finally said, trying to take a step closer to you.

But you stepped back.

“Not all of it?” you repeated, incredulous. “How am I supposed to trust you, Wolf? How am I supposed to believe anything you say?”

He seemed to struggle with his words, but before he could say anything else, you raised your hand, stopping him.

“Don’t say anything else. You’ve done enough,” your voice cracked. You took a deep breath, trying to regain control.

“Y/N…”

“No.”

With that, you turned away and grabbed your belongings, the weight of disappointment crushing your chest. Wolf didn’t try to follow you. He just stood there, watching you gather your things, knowing he had lost something he could never get back.

And as you walked away, you felt that this fight wasn’t just in the open. It was within you. Against the feelings that stubbornly lingered for someone who had broken your trust.

zed’s beef with addison’s wig is probably the funniest thing in the whole movie

BOOMSHAKALAKA

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.

—

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.

—

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.

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Rafe Cameron

Rafe fucking routledge!reader when her brother is working for his dad so they're alone at home.

mutual masturbation with stepbro rafe

fucking bfs! rafe for the first time

stepbro rafe fucking you after all your teasing

Rafe gets revenge on JJ by fucking his sister

telling nerdy rafe how good he feels

riding stepbro rafe while ward and rose are in the kitchen

you are in a secret relationship with rafe Rafe so you meet in a hotel, fucking next to a opened window

rafe recording how he's fucking toppers gf

you teased bfs! rafe all day with dirty messages and pictures thinking it's funny teasing him since you're friends

rafe fucking wheezie's nanny when wheezie sleeps

JJ Maybank

boyfriend JJ fucking you in the back of the country club where you work

tattooed brothers best friend JJ fucks you when your brother is on a date with Sarah

trying to get JJ's attention while he games with John B and Pope

JJ fucking popes sister while Pope is gone to the library

bsf!JJ eats you out after you tell him nobody ever did before

JJ facefucking reader

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xoxo sarah <3

ugh so true

I will do anything for my boy Wally and that is a fact.

Milo Manheim

don’t give me idea man

i want to wear his initial. . ryan baker

to celebrate thanksgiving finally streaming, take this idea that’s been rotting in my head for weeks since i saw this ad.

warnings: 18+, explicit language, suggestive conversation, afab!reader, unprotected sex ( please don’t do this? ), smut!, pnv, my literal first time writing smut be nice to me or else.

your eyes lit up the second it came across your tiktok for you page, you knew ryan would question the charge on his card from a website other than your usual haunts but explaining it away as a small business you found on your explore page seemed to be good enough for him.

you were known all over your campus for your fashion sense, your 2000’s inspired outfits drawing the attention of everyone you passed by, more specifically the ‘whale tail’ that was never missing from an outfit, the strings of your usually neon coloured thongs peeking above the waistband of your low rise jeans.

today was no different, your low rise jeans and white baby-tee, the neon pink strings high on your hips with the custom sparkly letter charms adorning the back; ryan.

“hey, baby” ryan greeted with a smile, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips after spotting you from across the courtyard, blissfully unaware of what everyone was double taking to read.

“hi” you giggled against his lips, pressing another quick kiss to them before pulling away “you got class?”

different degrees, same campus. it was actually how you’d met ryan, some sorority party during your first semester.

“not for another hour..” his voice trailed off, eyes looking past you at the pair of girls that had pointed at your back “turn around for me, baby. think you got something on you..”

you play dumb, turning your back to him and looking over your shoulder. you revel in the look on his face, how his eyes can’t look away from your ass, how his eyebrows have raised and his mouth is agape, and how he tries to subtly adjust himself in his jeans but fails miserably.

“is there something there?” you ask, like you don’t know exactly what it is he’s staring at.

there’s a second of silence, ryan’s brain short circuiting as he struggles to catch up with the real world continuing around him. he shakes his head before grabbing your arm, leading you towards the library without a word and ushering you into the bathroom.

“ryan, i have a class” you giggle, making no attempt to stop him when he pushes you against the door and latches his mouth to your neck.

“don’t care,” he mumbles against your skin, a hand creeping under the fabric of your shirt and towards your breasts, groaning when he realises you aren’t wearing a bra “fuck, baby, think this is the hottest thing i’ve ever fucking seen.”

his free hand slips a finger around the band of the thong, pulling it away from your body and releasing it with a snap. ryan’s mouth swallows your gasp as its back on yours, kissing you roughly like he’s trying to consume you entirely.

your hand trails down to the waistband of his own jeans, feeling his hard on pressing against your lower stomach as he presses you against the door, his tongue roaming around the inside of your mouth.

“easy, baby.” ryan chuckles, pulling your hand away with his own. in a fluid movement he has you bent over the bathroom sink, reaching round to unbutton your jeans and shove them down your legs “don’t remember putting you in charge.” his middle and ring fingers tease your clit through the bright pink fabric, watching your reaction in the mirror as your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

ryan applies a little more pressure, rubbing slow circles as his free hand frees his cock from his jeans and teasingly runs it back and fourth along your folds.

“quick teasing,” you huff, hooking your thumbs around the band of your underwear to remove them when ryan lands a light slap to your clit in warning.

“these stay,” he speaks matter of factly, moving the fabric to the side and groaning as he pushes into you “wanna see my name every time i look down at my cock filling you up, princess.”

is it bad I lowkey love this😗

‘EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE,

- EVIL!WALLY CLARK X READER -

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; yandere/evil hcs w wally clark.

⋆ tags/warnings. wally clark x female reader. obsessive behavior. toxic white man !!

♫ “Oh, can't you see, you belong to me? How my poor heart aches, with every step you take?” ♫ Every Breath You Take by The Police

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

You think you can get away? Sorry sweetheart, not an option.

Jumping straight into this, he will kill you. Find a way to orchestrate it. Manipulate Mr. Martin somehow, set it all up. You’re coming with him. Forever.

He’s been watching you from the get go. Even before he killed you, he studies you like his life depends on it. Rhonda and Charley can ask him why he’s standing in the hallways. He’ll come up with BS excuses- they don’t deserve to know you. Not yet.

He watches your friends with contempt. He’d kill them too if it wouldn’t be so damn awkward, running into them for all eternity. Yuck! The thought makes him sick.

Once your dead- he comforts you. He’s the only person to get to hold you. If anyone tries to talk to you to help you figure out what happened, he’s sending them a charming (a bit scary) smile, and saying “I’ll take over from here.”

He’s sneaking an arm around you. He makes big shows in the ghost circle when your present; pretending to care about helping you find out what killed you. Defending you from Mr. Martin or Rhonda.

He needs to be seen as your hero.

And you’ll be none the wiser.

“Wear my letterman jacket, yeah? For good luck?”

also makes you wear the necklace.

He just wants everyone to know who you belong too.

He’ll dig up CD’s in the school library for you two to have little dates. Listen to the 80’s music in a corner at night. Make you watch all his favorite original horror movies, just so he can see your innocent little face terrified. And then he can wrap an arm around you-

“Hey hey hey, I’ll protect you.”

Truly believes he’s given you everything the two of you could ever want. An eternity together.

If you don’t want to be his prom date, you don’t have the option. His eye will twitch- and with a smile, he’ll say he understands through gritted teeth.

But oh, oh, oh, poor Charley. Wally Clark is a jock- and classic one at that. His highschool bully roots will come through eventually.

He’ll have Charley pushed against a locker, threatening to kill him a second time if he doesn’t convince you to go.

You’re his girl. His only hope to find happiness in this shithole of a school.

“You- you love me, right?”

He asks, his eyes a bit too focused on his jersey number he doodled on the back of your hand.

If you say yes, he’ll practically wag his tail and put an arm around you possessivley.

If you stutter, he’ll nod with a shy laugh- a quick “i’m jus’ kidding,” muttered.

But…on the inside? He’s thinking what more he can do to worship you. To make you realize he’s your knight in shining armor, your best player.

He’s an optimist. And a patient man.

He’ll wait for you to come to your senses.

I could write an whole essay abt my favorite shows and why than about how lawn mowers are bad for the fucking environment