Okay so 95% of what I read on here is Wally Clark fan fiction, I do however, read others (they just so happen to be other Milo Manheim characters, what can I say the man does something to me🤭😜) and thought I would share my favourites. I will update every so often when I can.
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Summary: A year after the chaos at Rightmart, you find yourself locked in a supply closet with the one person you hate the most.
Warnings: 18+, dry humping, enemies, slight edging, pure smut w/little to no plot.
a/n: you guys asked, and I delivered ;).
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The sound of your feet slapping on the linoleum floors echoes off the walls of the dimly lit hallways. Your lungs burn, your feet hurt and your throat is raw from screaming. Every time you breathe in, it sends bursts of pain through your chest, leaving you whimpering. But you know you can’t stop.
For the past 10 minutes, you’ve been swerving through the halls of your high school, trying to escape from the wrath of a killer. Plymouth, Massachusetts very own, John Carver.
Well, not actually John Carver. Exactly a year after the ‘incident’ at Rightmart during Black Friday, a psychopath decided to dress up in a plastic John Carver mask and go on a spree. He’s already claimed 2 victims in the past week alone. And, unfortunately, you’re next on his list.
His victims (so far) were each featured in the video your dumbass friend, Evan, posted online during the incident. He stood on a cashier counter and recorded the chaos of the shoppers around him, killing each other over 20% off waffle makers. Of course, you had your very own cameo. That video alone might earn you an axe in the head.
You turn a corner, skidding to a stop as the sound of the killer's footsteps completely ceases. The school is eerily quiet, the only sound you hear is your own blood pumping loudly in your ears.
Just as you begin to relax, assuming he left, a hand wraps around your hoodie, pulling you into a dark closet. A sharp gasp slips from your lips, filled with surprise and fear, but it's abruptly stifled as a strong hand clamps down over your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut, worried if you open them the first thing you’ll see is the cool metal of an axe pummeling towards your face.
Instead, as you muster the courage to peel your eyelids apart, the world slowly comes into focus, revealing Ryan Baker mere inches away from your face. Seeing how close he is, you’d honestly rather take the axe.
It has been a year since Ryan abandoned you in Right Mart, a day that still haunts you. You still remember the cold tile beneath you as you sat, paralyzed, while screams echoed around you and chaos unfolded. Ryan, your ‘best friend’, vanished when you needed him most, leaving you shaking on the cold floors, blood pooling around you. So, you vowed to never speak to him again, let alone look at him.
You try to fight against his hand, but he pushes it further against your mouth, his leg trapping you against the wall. He looks through the slit in the door, and you squint, following his line of sight. Footsteps echo past the door, the sound of metal scraping against the wall vibrating through the thick wood.
The realization hits you like a semitruck. Ryan just saved your life. The killer must’ve turned the other way and looped around. Had Ryan not pulled you into the closet, you would’ve run headfirst into the man.
The footsteps disappear, and the only sound you can hear is the front door to the school swinging open and slamming shut. The fear and anxiety bleeds out of you once you know you’re safe, those feelings being quickly replaced with anger. Your hand finds his and you pry it off your mouth, taking a deep breath.
“Why are you sitting in a closet like a creep?”
He scowls, genuinely appalled at your lack of thankfulness. “I just saved your life and that’s all you can say to me?”
With an exaggerated sigh, you roll your eyes in a mix of annoyance and reluctant acceptance, knowing he’s right.
“Would've been nice if you did that last year.” You reach for the doorknob, fingers wrapping around the cool metal. The knob doesn’t turn, instead, it makes a horrible grinding sound that reverberates through your bones. Ryan doesn't seem to notice, instead opting to run his mouth like usual.
“Are you seriously still fuckin’ mad about that? I already told you why I left-“
“Ryan-“
“No- I’m talking! You’d be fucking dead-“
“Ryan! The door is stuck!” You yell, stopping his rant.
He finally pauses, and glances over at the knob. He turns it, the grinding sound filling your ears, making you wince. His eyebrows furrow in frustration as each turn of the knob brings the same conclusion.
He throws his shoulder against the sturdy door repeatedly, each hit resonating with a mournful groan. Despite his efforts, the door remains in place, holding its ground.
Fuck.
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He’s way too close to you. The closet is small and stuffy, leaving both of you barely any room to move. Ryan is sitting across from you, his knees pushed against yours. After sitting on the hard concrete floor for what feels like hours, you begin counting the different things that line the shelves. 27 toilet paper rolls, 18 paper towel rolls, and 3 dirty rags... A mop, 2 brooms… Okay, you’ve officially gone off the deep end.
Your train of thought is interrupted by Ryan. He hasn’t even moved, nor made any sounds in the past 10 minutes. It's his cologne. It fills the small space, and it makes you dizzy. The fragrance is expensive, musky. Fucking intoxicating.
Right now, when you’re supposed to hate him, it just makes you fucking furious. He has no right to smell like that... And look at you like that. And look like that. God, why does he look so good?
He clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Scoffing, you pull your knees closer against your chest. “Because I’m mad at you!”
Ryan runs his hand through his thick brown hair, a few strands falling in front of his eyes. Shaking his head in frustration, he lets out a laugh. “I can’t believe you’re still mad about that! You’re so dramatic.”
Your face drops, and you stare at him blankly. His audacity is genuinely astounding. “Are you serious?”
Ryan opens his mouth for a second, his voice dying in his throat as you interrupt him. “You abandoned me in the middle of that fucking store. You- You left me to die, Ryan!”
The boy shakes his head, laughing bitterly again. God, he’s infuriating. “You know what? You seemed pretty protected already,” He scoffs, resting his arm on his knee. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what the hell he was talking about. Countless times, you’ve argued with him over this. It was always the same excuse: “I couldn’t find you in the crowd, so I left.” But, this? This was new.
“The fuck does that mean?”
He pauses, seemingly recounting that night. “Bobby. He was all up on you. You seemed fine, so I left,” he mutters, his voice laced with bitterness and… Jealousy? Something you can’t place.
Utterly dumbfounded, you laugh in surprise, fingernails digging into your palms. “Are you fucking kidding me? Bobby?!” It was the lamest excuse you have ever heard. Last year, he abandoned you in the middle of the purge for god's sake, because he saw Bobby ‘Golden Arm’ Di Stasi breathe within 2 feet of you.
Ryan scoffs again, his 20th within the hour. “I don’t get why you care so much! You’re fine! He seemed to have it all covered.”
“Because I wanted you there! Not fucking Bobby!” You yell out, voice reverberating off the walls.
Startled, Ryan recoils, eyes widening in shock. A brief flash of guilt crosses his face before he quickly hardens his resolve, transforming that guilt into a simmering anger. “You seemed pretty fuckin’ comfortable, princess,” he volleys back, voice laced with venom.
“I’m sorry he was actually there for me, unlike you! Seems to me that someone got jealous because they saw an attractive guy on top of me,” you blurt out.
Ryan’s face twists into purse disgust. “Attractive?? Stop dick riding for one fuckin’ second!”
“What’s with you and dicks? You wish it was you?” In all your years of being friends, you never were at the point of making sex jokes with him. Now, they seem to keep spilling out.
“I don’t know, you seem to know a lot about them!” He leans against the cool surface of the wall, tension radiating from his posture. His eyes, sharp and narrow, pierce through the dim light, filled with accusation.
“God, fuck you!” You let out a derisive laugh, a sharp sound that hangs in the air, as you avert your eyes from him.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He leans forward, his voice getting deeper. You still refuse to look at him. “Me taking you, right here in this closet?” His tone is teasing, dark. It’s meant to be a joke, played off as something just to get under your skin. But his eyes gleam with challenge.
You turn your head back to Ryan, your lips almost brushing against his, the tension heavy. He slid closer during the chaos of the fight, his body trapping you in. Cologne envelopes you like a blanket, your heart hammering in your chest.
“And what if I did?” For just a split second, Ryan’s eyes widen, his pupils blowing.
Just as you’re about to fight your own words, you suddenly feel the warmth of his lips pressing against yours. A firm hand grips your waist, drawing you closer until you find yourself nestled between his legs. Instinctively, your hands push against his chest, seeking balance as your heart races. The kiss breaks, and his eyes meet yours—glossy and unfocused.
You’re nestled between his legs, the warmth radiating from him grounding you as your fingers rest gently on his broad chest. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brushing softly against your skin. “Shit—I'm sorry—” he stammers, just as shocked as you are, even though he’s the one who started it.
Confusion swirls within you as you try to grasp the reality of what just happened. Your eyes search for answers, but all you find is a wide-eyed stare that mirrors your own bewilderment. His lips part slightly, as if he might speak, yet silence continued to hang heavily between you.
Within a few heartbeats, you pull his lips back towards you, teeth hitting his. The kiss is all teeth, desperate and intense. He gasps against you, hands wrapping around your waist to steady your body against his own. Underneath you, he crosses his legs, pulling you into his lap, causing you to yelp.
Hands finding the back of his neck, you tangle your fingers into the thick hair at his nape. He groans softly, tongue flicking across your bottom lip, seeking entrance. Obliging, you part your lips, inviting him in. With another groan, his tongue finds yours, tasting toothpaste and something sweet.
You whimper softly, eyebrows pulling together. He pulls at your hair, giving himself access to the side of your neck. Tongue sliding against your jaw, he peppers kisses along the sharp bone. Shaky breaths escape your lips with each press of his lips. For years, a part of you wondered what the curve of his mouth would feel like against your neck.
But, now, in the present? It was better than anything you could ever conjure up in your head. A nip of his teeth at your pulse point pulls you out of your thoughts. “Fuck…” Soft whines and whimpers leave your throat, matching the rhythm of Ryan’s lips against you.
All of your movements cease as he wraps your legs around his waist, pressing his hips against yours. You pull back, blinking down at him. Through all the fabric, you feel something pressing against your core. Your gaze is drawn to where your bodies meet, as you gape at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
“See what you do to me?” Ryan groans out, grinding his hips up slowly, the friction making you bite your lip. In real time, you can feel him harden beneath you. Despite your many fantasies, you’d never imagined this. Ryan was just your best friend. The kid who used to bathe in pink bubbles. Never once did the thought that he even had a dick crossed your mind.
Now, sitting right on top of him, knowing you did that to him, your brain goes fuzzy. All thoughts are thrown out the window, your head filling with pure lust. Testing the waters, you grind against his jeans, watching each twitch of his face.
Large hands slide down your body, grabbing a handful of your ass. Ryan pulls you harder against him, guiding your hips with his hands. Each movement causes fabric to rub against your clit, your fingers digging further into his bicep. He readjusts, spreading his legs apart for you, his hand bracing on the floor behind him.
The feeling in your stomach tightens with each calculated roll of his hips. As much as you want all of him, the feeling is intoxicating. Neither of you can bring yourself to stop—even to strip. Ryan’s groans fill the closet, mixing with your escalating whimpers. The coil within you twists into knots, your hips jerking with each movement.
Ryan keeps you steady, making sure he’s hitting all the right spots. You feel your panties sticking to you, soaking straight through your too-tight shorts. Looking down, you see the denim on Ryan’s jeans darken. He doesn’t seem to mind, instead nipping at your collarbone.
“Ryan- Please,” you whimper, legs beginning to tremble softly. He leans back to look at you, grunting as he rolls his hips harder.
“Please what? You wanna come, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice mocking. All his movements stop, his fingers digging into your ass. You sneer at him, your eyebrows knitting tightly together in frustration. Heat throbs uncomfortably at your core. “Use your words.”
“Fuck you!” You spit venom at his face, your forehead pressed against his as your chest heaves. A low chuckle rumbles in Ryan’s throat, his fingers squeezing your hips. His bruising grip foils any attempt to move.
“Come on, I know you have it in you,” he urges, rolling his hips slightly, bringing you teetering over the edge. Whimpers leave your lips, frustration bubbling deep within you. He wants you to beg? Fine, you’ll fucking beg.
“Please,” you breathe out softly, biting your lip, eyelashes batting. Ryan shakes his head, seeing right through your little act. He holds you still for what feels like hours, not satisfied with any of your answers. You can tell he needs a release too, but it’s obvious how much the ‘sick fuck’ is enjoying it.
“Please, Ryan,” you whimper, desperation leaking into your voice. Your resolve crumbles as you lose yourself in a blind desperation.
“Please, please…” you repeat, over and over, pure lust crowding your vision. Never in your fucking life–especially not in the last year–did you expect to be pleading with Ryan Baker to make you come. But here you are, panties soaked, face painted with crimson, planted right on top of his dick.
Finally, he deems your pleading good enough and he continues his movements, this time moving deeper. Slower. Within a few moments, your legs tighten around his waist almost painfully. You throw your head back, your mouth open in a silent scream. He watches you tremble with a smirk on his face, your body jerking on top of him violently.
Obviously, his teasing was too much for you. Each time he brought you close to the edge, it just increased your sensitivity. Still, he rides you through your orgasm, his hips chasing yours, seeking his own release. Face twisting, he bites down on your neck, marking you as his. As he bites down, he groans through his teeth, hips jolting up. Wetness spreads beneath your ass, the evidence of his orgasm clear, even through his jeans.
You pull back to look into his eyes, still catching your breath. In the dim light of the closet, he looks fucking gorgeous. Strands of thick black hair fell over his forehead, his lips plump and smeared in lip gloss. Inside the walls of the closet, it’s only him. No Rightmart, no Bobby, no John Carver. Just him.
Basking in the moment for just a second, you press your lips softly against his. Maybe you’ll never forgive him, but as your legs continue to tremble, your feelings inevitably begin to change. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, sneakers slap on the floor just outside the closet.
Both your heads snap over to the door, pure fear cascading down on you, pulling you out of your fantasy. The doorknob twists, the harsh sound reverberating deep in your soul. Neither of you makes an effort to move, frozen in fear. What can you do? Beat him with a wet mop?
Suddenly something snaps and the door swings open, causing the person on the other side to stumble slightly. As the fluorescent light pours into the stuffy dimly lit room, your eyes widen. On the other side, your entire friend group gapes, way past dumbfounded.
Jess stares down at you both, her jaw hanging open. There was no getting out of this.
Eyes flicker over Ryan’s tousled hair. His lips, glistening with Cherry gloss, draw attention like a magnet before the group's gaze settles on the large damp patch spreading across the fabric of his jeans. As if your being caught sitting on his fucking lap wasn’t damning enough, they continue to stare blankly at you both, inspecting you like Sherlock fucking Holmes.
In a few heartbeats, chaos erupts.
“Ew! What the fuck!” Gabby yells, her voice rising by almost 4 octaves.
“I thought you hated him!” Jess says, tearing her eyes away, obviously too uncomfortable to even process what’s going on.
“Does getting chased by a fucking serial killer turn you guys on?!” Evan runs a hand through his hair, genuinely shocked, a state you’ve never seen him in before.
“Y’all are fuckin’ freaks!” Scuba laughs wildly, clapping his hands as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.
Yulia just stays silent. You knew always liked her the best for a reason.
As your friends continue to hound you both, you slowly stand up, Ryan following suit. He follows behind you like a puppy, earning a clap on the back by Scuba. Jess shakes her head at you, too lost to even be disappointed.
You both do the walk of shame through the hallway, pants uncomfortably soaked through. As you shuffle your feet, your friends laugh and elbow you in the ribs. Ryan steals a few glances, sporting a smug smirk.
“come on, y/n. you can take it; been up my ass all night and now you wanna squirm away.” ryan slows his fingers, making me cry and reach for his hand. “nono! i can! i can take it! just please don’t stop touching me.” i practically cried.
ryan grinned but there was nothing sweet about it. “yeah? then be a good girl and stop all that whining and squirming.”
he pulled my hips closer to his spot by the edge of the bed and dove right in; sliding his tongue up and down my pussy, stopping over my clit to give it a good suck making my hands fly to grip his hair. “fuck. taste so good, honey.” he mumbled against my lips making me shudder. “ts all for you, ry.” i arch my back off against the bed, feeling myself come closer to the edge. “damn right it is.” he pulled away just to spit a glob of my juices and his saliva onto my clit, before diving right back in, leaving lingering kisses.
suddenly ryan pulls away for what it feels like to be the millionth time, making me whine and ryan smirk. “i don’t think you deserve to cum, yet.” he wipes the back of his mouth with his palm making me squeeze my thighs together tight.
“please, ry. i need you.” i pout, my eyes becoming glossy from the orgasm neglect and overstimulation. ryan tsks, standing up from the edge of his bed. “flip over, ass up.”
i immediately do as i’m told and lay on my knees with my ass arched up. “good girl..” i hear him hum and the bed dip as he gets into position behind me.
“you’re so fucking pretty..” ryan grips my hips grinding his boxer clothed cock against my throbbing core. “ryan!” i gasped, jerking myself forward due to the cloth stimulating my clit, making ryan chuckle. “what did i say, y/n?” he smacked my ass with his hand, making me yelp. ryan kissed my stinging ass cheek as he shuffled his hard cock out of his boxers before lining it up with my hole. “think i should play with this pussy till she squirts, huh y/n?”
i couldn’t see his face, but i knew he had a wicked smirk on his lips.
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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.”
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content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it
pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader
summary: every summer, you travel to dahlia's beach to reunite with your mother's closest friend and her son. but this year he unexpectedly brings a friend along. caught in the gentle waves of affection and longing, you find yourself navigating uncharted waters where the boundaries of friendship blur.
notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.
masterlist
You loved Dahlia's beach. It always smelled salty with a hint of expensive barbeque if you were in the city. But near the countryside there was the sweet smell of honeysuckle. That's where you would rather be, where the tall grass met the sandy dunes. The sounds of hooves on pavement and bustle around the farmers market on a hot weekend afternoon.
This summer was no different. Your stomach churned, rumbling in excitement as you neared the beach house. It was huge. Five bedrooms with enough bathrooms. Too many patios surrounding it. Turquoise colored pool with a small waterfall. The house was a blueish gray color with white accents. Calm and minimalistic, much unlike the other grand colorful houses on the street. It sat like a diamond around other stones in a non normal way. The most priceless of them all. Placed directly in front of the beach but not close enough to tourist spots so it was always quiet. It was always such an amazing way to spend the three months in between school. You looked forward to it every year.
But that wasn't all you looked forward to.
Your mom honked as you guys entered the driveway. A wide smile plastered on her face. Your mom seemed to love this place more than she loved you, even if she denied it when you asked. You knew the truth. Summers at the beach house were the only time she got to see her best friend, Camryn.
"Hey!" A voice squealed from the porch. You shuffled out of the car, legs aching after a long 5 hours. As you stretched you were met with Cam, arms spread jumping for joy. Practically knocking you over. They were best friends from high school. Going to college together and even sharing a dorm room. With how they acted every time they met, you were convinced they had separation anxiety. They didn't get to see each other throughout the year. Other than here of course. For they lived states apart, Dahlia's being a quiet beach town that was located in the middle.
Camryn engulfed you in a bear hug first, gushing about how pretty you are. Making you do a spin in your dress. Once she pulled away she did the same to your mom whose high pitched voice could be heard from the beach. As they talked about how ‘different’ each other looked. You watched as they walked inside hand in hand when your eyes met his.
Milo.
He radiantly smiled as he trotted over to you. The classic hands in pockets, ruffled hair, and expensive glasses. It was like he had a glow up every year whether it was him dressing better or maybe getting a bit taller.
"Hi" He cooed embracing you in a tight hug. The smell of his overpriced cologne filled your nose. It reminded you of sugary trees and cool waves. Much like the beach house. He was another reason you loved the beach house so much. Without him you were stuck with two middle aged ladies whose celebrity crush was Liam Neeson and only watched tv shows made by Shonda Rhimes. He was fun. He never made you feel left out or alone. He was everything any girl could wish for. Tall, smart, rich, and incredibly good eye candy.
"Hello, Milo." You smiled as he let you go.
He ran a hand threw his hair looking down at you. Eyes trailing down your body strangely. His expression was unrecognizable. Your face heated up turning your head to avoid his gaze. He touched the bottom of your dress. Yanking the fabric gently.
"This is a little short isn't it?" He questioned eyes meeting yours. Lips curled up in a sly smile. Rolling your eyes you scoffed slapping his hand away. He acted like a big brother sometimes. Especially with your clothes. Every summer complaining about how short your shorts were or how revealing your bathing suit was.
"Oh shut up you do this every-" The sight of someone else on the porch caught your eye. "Who's that?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.
Milo turned around and nodded in acknowledgement as the boy made his way down the stairs. Bleached blond hair slightly overgrown and wide smile on display as he made his way towards you two.
"Y/N this is Ross, Ross Y/N. He's staying the summer with us this year." Ross reached his hand out to you. Clad in silver rings that looked a bit out of your price range. Does Milo have any Middle Class friends? It was unusual. No one ever came to the beach house from back home. It was like a unsaid rule between everyone. Written in big red letters 'No Strangers'. The dads didn't even bother coming even though Milo's paid for it.
"Nice to meet you." He looked you up and down a tongue swiping over his lips. "Milo didn't tell me how pretty you are."
"Dude!" Milo exclaimed punching his shoulder rolling his eyes.
"Thank you." You beamed softening your voice. Milo scoffed walking towards the trunk slightly bumping into Ross. But he didn't seem to mind, hazel eyes still trained on you.
"So where are you fr-" Ross was cut off by a slightly pissed off Milo. "Are you guys serious? C'mon Ross help me with these bags." Ross walked away backwards eyes still focused on you with that addicting smile of his.
"See you inside?" He whispered loud enough for you to hear him.
You didn't respond. Only nodding as you strolled inside.
a/n: soooo what do you guys think? im still trying to figure out this tumblr writing stuff im so used to just reading ive never written and posted anything on here lololol. pls be patient with me! a few tips and tricks would be greatly appreciated!!
i thought it'd be a good idea to have the MASTERLISTS for the stories i've written in one place 🫶 everything is linked below, including oneshots.
each piece of writing has also been reblogged to WhoopsOkayLibrary if you'd rather leisurely scroll through the oneshots more easily. there is nothing else on that blog apart from what i've written.
although this list isn't exclusively for Milo Manheim character fic, for now, that seems to be the ocean i'm drowning in 🫰
Wally Clark x fem!reader
October Eclipse MASTERLIST
October Sun - 83,288 words. rated R.
October Moon - x words. rated E.
October Dawn - x words. rated PG.
October Betweens - N/A words. various ratings.
a 2-part case-fic retelling of Season 1 with Reader Insert. includes mystery, sexual tension, smut, flirting, occult themes, HEA, and more.
Alphabet Soup MASTERLIST
a prompt-fill NSFW alphabet challenge that includes a collection of mostly porn-with-plot oneshots. 24,207 words. rated E.
Boyfriend Wally Clark(NSFW)
a smutty flashfic Wally Clark headcanon outlining who he is as a boyfriend. 801 words. rated R.
Cuddle Bug
a fluffy flashfic delving into Wally Clark's tactile nature and how damn cuddly he is with you. 1755 words. rated T.
Tongue Twister
a PWP drabble highlighting Wally Clark's addiction to eating your pussy like a man starved. 1098 words. rated E.
Wally Clark Headcanons
SFW personal headcanons outlining who Wally Clark was before he died. 435 words. rated G.
Wally Clark Headcanons - 2
SFW fluffiness centered around Wally's adorable requests for head-pats. 262 words. rated G.
Anxiety Reversed
a fluffy hurt/comfort wherein Wally comes to the rescue when you have a panic attack. 697 words. rated G.
Jealous
a smutty exposition of Wally's inner workings as he comes to terms with the fact that he may not be able to be super casual about you. 3382 words. rated M.
Order Up! MASTERLIST
Fifty Seven - fluff - 5093 words. rated PG.
Marshmallow Miles - smut/fluff - 3302 words. rated M.
Best Friends Club - fluff/smut - 4607 words. rated M.
Boy Noise - smut - 1396 words. rated E.
Simp. - smut - 1440 words. rated E.
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Summery: you move back to your childhood town for your last year of school. Your old crush seems to have suddenly turn hostile. What happens when you finally ask?
I have had a crush on Ryan Baker since we were ten years old. Even after we moved when I was twelve, I still had this breathtaking, heart-racing, unwavering crush. Every time I saw him in the halls or at my house, hanging out with my older brother, my palms would become sweaty and my mouth would dry.
Now moving back for my senior year, I have millions of questions and no answers. Do any of the people I used to talk to still go here? Does Ryan still even go here? Is he hot? Too many questions and no answers.
My brother did sign up, under the pressure of our mom, for a tutoring program that helps kids with all subjects. So, here my brother and I are about to walk into a school we never got the Chance to go to before we moved. "Ready?" he asked, waiting to lock the car.
"One sec," I say, retorting to his impatience. he rolls his eyes and starts to whistle because he knows it annoys the shit out of me. I finally grab my backpack, slam his truck door as hard as I can, and speed walk to the door.
"You have ten minutes, don't be late to class on your first day, " my brother said.
"I know. I'm not that slow, "I replied as we walked to my assigned locker. I sit and try the combination they gave me for the lock. I hear someone talking behind me, “l/n?” someone with a deeper voice exclaimed as I turned to face my brother and the direction it came from. “Well, if it isn't Ryan Baker himself. How have you been?" my brother said loud enough for the guy walking toward us. I finally fully turn and get an eyeful of muscle. I look up to see a very tall, handsome, and very obviously Ryan Baker. His brown eyes haven't changed, nor his smile, or the mannerisms he uses when he- my palms are sweating and heart rate is increasing.
"Hey, y/n, how's it going?" I get snapped back from what seems like outer space.
"Hey, ry! Good, what about you?” I reply as cool as I can, gripping my textbook tighter.
“Good. Good. I know it's hard at a new school. We have most of the same classes. Don't stress yourself out too much, let me know if you need anything, alright?" he asked with that perfect smile and a thumbs up. I could only manage to nod my head and return the thumbs up because all my focus went into keeping my limbs stable and unbuckled.
School has been going well so far haven't had too many problems. I do think Ryan is mad at me, or maybe avoiding me, I don't know. Anyway, Thanksgiving is coming up, and Mom has our whole week pretty much planned out. We will have maybe five minutes to breathe. “Y/n, did you know, apparently Bobby likes you?" My brother shoves more pancakes in his mouth. I furrow my brows, shaking my head. I hope he doesn't, I do consider him a friend, and I'd like to keep it that way. If he had said Ryan's name, on the other hand, different story. I haven’t hung out with his group of people, really, only Bobby and his tight-knit group. Now that I think about it, he's always the one who invites me.
My phone vibrates on the table.
Bobby⚡️: Hey, would you be down for a friends-giving? Everyone's gonna be there.
Me: idk if I'll have the time with all my mom's plans, but I'll see what I can do. Who all is considered ‘everybody'?
Bobby⚡️: Alright, just lmk! Also, Jess, Gaby, Evan, yk all the usual people, I think Ryan and them got invited too.
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After a couple of bargaining and begging conversations with my mom and 1,000,001 changes in location for the friends giving, I have my V-neck black dress on with brown strap heels. I walk up the steps to Ryan Baker's house, Shaky and a bit dizzy. I have chocolate pie and peanut butter candy, she told me, if I go, it's not going to be empty-handed. I know Ryan is a Reese's fan, and anyone else who isn't can have pie. I raise my hand, knuckles meeting wood, sound vibrates through laughter behind the door, opening to reveal Jess. “Hey" sounds come through the room from all different directions.
I walk in as Gabby takes the desserts from my hand to snoop and see what they are. My eyes meet Ryan's as he sits at the table. There's a look in his eyes I can't tell what it is, but it's there. Bobby walks up to me, greeting me with a polite smile and open arms. I return the sentiment, pulling him into a hug in my peripheral vision. I swear, Ryan looks angry as fuck. I don't understand why? What did I do to him? There has to be a reason.
The entire night, I can feel it, the tension, the heat from the fire in his gaze. The way his jaw clenches every time it's my turn on the board game, all of it. It's like he has something against me. So now, Ryan and I are cleaning the kitchen and dining room. I was always taught to stay and help clean up after parties if you are there long enough. Most of everyone left, the few lingering are finishing up the movie we all put on as background noise that ended up being pretty interesting to a couple of us.
I can feel his gaze on me as much as I can feel the heat radiating off of him when I stand close to him. I can't take it anymore; it is driving me up the wall. He literally hates me for no reason. I have done nothing to him; if anything, I've done the opposite. I literally do anything he asks me to and more if he wants to, yet he still acts like this.”Is something wrong?" I blurt my heart ramming against my rib cage.
“No," Ryan shakes his head, jaw clenched nonetheless.
“Why then? Why do you hate me?” the voice was elevated, clear in my voice, but not loud enough for everyone to hear. I set the trash bag down as he tries to brush it off. "There has to be a reason you don't like me," I say, demanding an answer.
"Him" was all He replied.
"Huh?" I say confusion fills my body, freezing my nerves.
"Him. I can not stand him. Every time I see him, I want to knock his teeth out.” I still have no idea who we are talking about. I have never been more confused, including when I took calculus in 11th grade. I squint at him like it will help me understand,” You think I want to sit and watch that?” his jaw clenches as his eyes show an emotion that doesn't quite add up to anger or hatred.” Honestly surprised you two aren't dating yet. It's noticeable you know that. The looks from across the room, every hangout is a special spot dedicated to you, next to him. I get having a crush, but you'd think you would pick someone who gives a ratsass about you. He doesn't know shit. I bet he could barely tell you your favorite color or favorite candy. But, sure, if you want, we can all sit and pretend that Bobby Di Stasi is the guy for you.” He says bitterly, breathing slightly heavier.
“What the hell, I don't like Bobby. There are no looks or a special assigned seat for me. I've never liked Bobby. I cannot tell you if he likes me because I don't know. I honestly have never given Bobby the time of day, because I was too busy looking at YOU!” my voice elevated as his entire body stilled “I wasn't looking at Bobby I was looking at you" I level my voice explosion of emotion settling to a boil. I step infront of Ryan so close a book couldn't fit between us, “even though you didn't care or reciprocate.it was you, always has been” I say closing my eyes as tears threaten to fall. I feel his hands touch my face and open my eyes. He looks down at me, looking into my eyes, trailing down to my lips. I swear he's doing this on purpose; he wants me to have a heart attack. We lean in, closing the gap, feeling each other's lips. He's soft and attentive. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip, his arm around my torso, pulling me closer.
I open my mouth as our tongues meet, fighting for dominance. I slide my hand from the back of his head to his chest and slowly til it meets the bottom of his shirt, I feel him smirk into me, letting ideas run through my head of things we could do. Alone. I don't think he would object either, with the way he's pulling me into him, kissing me like his life depends on it, his bruising grip on my waist. I hear a laugh echo from the other room and realize our surroundings. Everyone is in the living room and could walk out any second; the doors to the room are cracked but still. I pull away from him with much protest from both of us. He looks into my eyes, his gaze glossed and confused as I take his hand and motion towards the hallway. My stomach is flipping and my heart is erratic. Ryan follows me down the dimly lit hallway from the kitchen lights “third,” he says barely above a whisper just for me to hear. I look back at him tilting my head stilling our movements. “The third door is my room.” he says lowly.
We continue walking down the hallway until the third door. He grabs the door handle from behind me and pushes the door open. I walk forward taking in the room as I slip my heels off quickly. I set them next to his desk, I stand up and feel him wrap his arms around me and press my back against him leaving fire spreading through me. I lean into the feeling and let my head fall naturally back and to the side. I have him press open-mouthed kisses to my pulse point, pulling moans from my lips. One of his hands moves up and pushes my hair to the side, dragging the zipper of my dress down. I feel the cold bite of air hit my back. I turn and walk to his bed, stopping in front of it and looking at him. I feel a pinch in my stomach from nerves as I slide my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Ryan takes slow, deliberate steps toward me, and the pinch settles at the admiration in his eyes. He brings a hand to my face, pulling me in as his other hand grabs my waist. He lightly pushes us backward into his bed as he deepens his searing kiss. I move my hands, unbuttoning his button-down, I feel his chest, the firmness, the warmth, the heartbeat behind it that seems to be just as fast as mine.
He slides his shirt off his shoulders and throws it to the corner of the room. I slide my hand behind me, unclipping my bra, he grabs the straps, his fingers grazing my chest, and tosses it behind him. He moves his lips down my jaw to my neck, suckling along it, kissing behind my ear, leaving a few hickeys for sure. His hand slides along my side and cups my breast, giving it a light squeeze. His hands are warm against my skin, his kiss hot and wet. He knows exactly what he is doing to me; the feeling between my legs is because of him, and he knows it. He trao;s his kiss down the slope of my chest and stomach, pausing in front of my pulsing heat. He slides to his knees on the ground, looking at me, his hot breath fanning on me. “Ry, please,” I whine like he has abandoned me for hours.
He moves his hands to the wristband of my underwear, dragging them down agonizingly slow. I feel them peel off of me as he fully pulls them off. He positions himself between my legs, placing them above his shoulders. He kisses up my thigh, adding suction to some of them. I lace my fingers into his hair, tugging on it, pulling a chuckle from his lips. He gives in, placing a featherlight kiss before he slides his tongue into my folds. “Holy shit,” I sigh at the feeling. I've had sex before, but I've never done this. He laps his tongue in and out of me, his hands squeezing the bend of my hip. He moves his focus to my clit, circling his tongue around it, adding a pulling warmth in my stomach. He switches between sucking on it and flicking it, turning everything in my vision blurry. He replaces his tongue with his thumb and moves using his tongue to fuck in and out of me. “FUCK, Ry!” I arch my back off the bed, gripping his sheets in my fist while his hands grip my hips harder.
He pulls away, laying his head against my thigh, rubbing it gently. “You ok?” he says with a small smile playing on his lips as my breathing regulates. I nod my head, relaxing my body, letting my heart fall back into its regular pace. I sit up, leaning down, connecting our lips, tasting myself on him. I feel him moan against my lips and push up to his feet. I grab his belt pulling the leather out and undo his jeans. He pulls away breath heavy and watches as I slide my hand into the waistband of his boxers. I feel a coil pooling in my stomach of want as I pull them down dropping them to the floor. His cock springs out red and hard, i wrap my hand around and stroke him a few times feeling the veins, thickness, and length, spreading his precum from his tip with my thumb. I sit back on my elbow with my feet on the edge of the bed as I slide him through my folds.
He hitches his hips nudging my clit with his tip sending chills down my spine. I line him up with my entrance letting his tip slide in. he slowly pushes in letting me stretch and get used to him. He kisses my neck and chest as he pulls out and pushes back in. he pays attention to my breasts kneading one with his hand, using his mouth on the other lightly biting my nipples. He puts his hand behind my head, tangling it with my hair. I feel him hitting every spot inside of me, stretching me, claiming me. His tip hits my g-spot as he pushes back in at his now restless pace. He sets himself upright moving his hand from my head to my hip. He grabs one of my legs and puts it on his shoulder. He leans back down, kissing my lips, the new angle having him go deeper into me. “Fuck,” I moan through gritted teeth, “you're so deep,” I manage to say through moans. He grunts in my ear as he moves his hand off my hip pressing on my lower stomach. I feel my muscles tighten as I clench around him, my eyes forcefully close “Ry!” I screamed.
“shit “ he moans as his head falls back. “On my stomach.” I whisper in his ear. He slows his hips thrusting sloppily letting down from my high, he pulls out stroking himself. He grunts as his cock twitches cumming on my stomach. He pushes himself over sitting next to me as his breathing slows and he gains the strength to stand up. “I'm going to go get a towel, alright, I'll be right back.” he said as he slips on a shirt and basketball shorts and smiles at me.
He walks back in with a warm wet washcloth and a dry towel, he starts wiping me up paying extra attention, making sure to get all of it off of me. He grabs a t-shirt from his drawer and throws it on the bed as he bends down to get in his sweatpants drawer. He walks over holding them out “Is there anything you need or want? Water, a snack, anything?” he asks with an attentive concern on his face. “I'll get both, just in case,” he turned out the door as I lay on his pillow.
(Ryan)
I walk out of my room to get her water and a snack, maybe I should get her some medicine too. I turn out of the hallway to be met with my mother, who just got home from shopping, and the remaining guest I forgot about, if I'm honest. “I went to change,” I say to my mom i can feel everything she was about to say and I didn't want to hear it. She seemed to believe me, I said bye to everyone as they left and made my way to the fridge. “Oh Mom, Y/N is still here. She had a migraine, you said something about how that can mess with your vision. I told her that once everyone left I would drive her home but she fell asleep in the middle of our movie. I just carried her to my room, figured it was more comfortable than the couch.” I explain.
She nods slowly “That's l/n right?” I nod to confirm grabbing a water and a bag of chips, “I give her mom a heads up and let her know she's safe. She's such a sweet girl you know.” She states, I smile and nod, avoiding eye contact, and walk to my room. I hand the water to you and set the chips on the bedside table should you decide you want them and slide in next to you. I set the water to the side and pull you close to me with no intention of letting go.
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