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dd122004dd · 3 months

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RYAN CLARKE:

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Little Witch - 1 & 2 (Completed)

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Witch!Reader

Genre: Angst with eventual fluff and a happy ending.

Summary: Ryan Clarke finally met someone to love him, a place of solace in his turbulent world. But what will happen when Malivore finds out about his son’s love? Will they ever get to be together or will they wither away apart? (Set in pre-puddle Malivore time + modern era)

Painting a New Beginning

Pairing: Human!Ryan Clarke x Painter!Reader

Genre: Pure fluff with a happy ending

Summary: After Ryan Clarke turned human, he began re-building his life in the human world. But, what do humans do when they get bored? They join a painting class!

“I Won’t Forget You.” (Requested)

Paring: Ryan Clarke x Sister!Reader

Genre: Angst with character death

Summary: Ryan Clarke has grown to be more defiant of Malivore, so as punishment he takes away something precious from him, forever.

Soulmate One-shot Series:

A Soulmate for Christmas

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Heretic!Reader

Genre: Pure angst, no happy ending. (Real tear-jerker if I do say so myself.)

Bond: You’re born with your soulmate’s name on your wrist

Summary: Y/N was a particularly rebellious heretic with a penchant for getting into trouble with Malivore’s monsters. So, what is a girl to do when Hope warns her about a monster in the dungeon? Disregard the warning and visit it, of course!

Bleeding Gold

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Fairy!Reader

Genre: Angst with eventual fluff and a happy ending.

Bond: Eye contact for the first time.

Summary: A soulmate is one of the most revered bonds in the supernatural world, but what happens when your soulmate rejects you? Will you survive? Will he regret his decision? Well, you’ll just have to read and find out.

‘Calm, little one’

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Vampire!Reader

Genre: Fluff with a hint of action (Not THAT kind of action, I meant fighting, get your mind out of the gutter)

Bond: A mark showing the place where your soulmate first touches you

Summary: What happens when you’re an immortal vampire and practically Hope Mikaelson’s foster mother and mated to Ryan Clarke, her enemy? And what happens when you find out he’s your mate right when he’s about to stab Hope with a magical artifact? Chaos ensues, of course.

Rings of Fate

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Human!Reader

Genre: Angst with fluff and a happy ending.

Bond: You’re born with a ring on your finger that changes colors with your soulmate’s mood and turns gold when you meet your soulmate. (Also, IF YOU LIKE A THING YOU SHOULD’A PUT A RING ON IT!)

Summary: What happens when your soul-ring dissipates, signifying your soulmate died, then a few months later your soul-ring re-materializes. Did you get a second soulmate or is resurrection real? Maybe you should’ve paid more attention in Bible class.

The Moon and the Star

Paring: Ryan Clarke x Reader (Medieval Au)

Genre: Slight angst and fluff with a happy ending.

Bond: Eye contact for the first time.

Summary: Y/N Cavendish is a member of nobility while her soulmate Ryan Clarke is a commoner. Will they ever be able to be together or will their different stations keep them apart?

“Paint me like one of your French Boys.”

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Reader (Rennaisance Au)

Genre: Slight angst and fluff with a happy ending.

Bond: Body swapping.

Summary: Ryan Clarke is on a mission to track down a monster but what he doesn’t expect to find is his soulmate. He meets her in such circumstances that would leave you clutching your pearls.

The Goddess of my Heart

Pairing: Ryan Clarke x Greek Goddess!Reader

Genre: Pain, torture, punishment and revenge

Bond: Soulmate Bond

Summary: Hope Mikaelson tore apart the earth looking for Ryan Clarke but she was in for a big surprise when she finally found him.

#ryan+clarke+x+reader #ryan clarke x reader #ryan clarke fluff #x reader legacies #legacies reader insert #legacies masterlist #legacies x reader

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johnnys-breastmilk · 5 months

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GUHHH???

mans said “i have no ass and a dream”

#sorry but he looks like a plank in the one pic #ily milo anywayssss #milo mannheim #milo manheim x reader #milo manheim #milo manheim x male reader #wally clark #zed necrodopolis #ryan baker

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drewsephrry · 2 months

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everybody moved on, help im still at the restaurant

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berriwritertingz · 3 months

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the summer i wrote | one

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.

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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!!

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ruewrote · 2 months

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𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑖 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟.

OUTER BANKS.

jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, sarah cameron

SURVIVING SUMMER.

baxter radic, marlon sousa

THE WALKING DEAD.

benjamin (twd), glenn rhee, rick grimes, daryl dixon

SCHOOL SPIRITS.

wally clark

911.

evan buckley, eddie diaz

MARVEL.

peter parker (all), captain america

TOP GUN.

jake seresin, bradley bradshaw, robert floyd, natasha trace

LIFE IS STRANGE.

chloe price, warren graham, rachel ambers, ryan lucan, alex chen, steph gingrich

RED DEAD REDEMPTION.

arthur morgan, sadie adler

THE DOLAN TWINS.

grayson dolan, ethan dolan

SHAMELESS.

lip gallagher

THE MAZE RUNNER.

minho, thomas, gally

THE QUARRY.

jacob custos, max brinly, nicholas furcillo

UNTIL DAWN.

josh washington, jess riley, mike munroe

TEEN WOLF.

stiles stilinski

CELEBRITY CRUSHES.

dylan obrien, will poulter, thomas brodie sangster, archie madekwe, jeon jungkook, park jimin, josh hutcherson, rudy pankow, drew starkey, tom holland

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mother-structure-learn-recogni · 3 days

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#personal #melissa clarke #mina #fnf #vegetables #guillermo del toro #kakegurui #ryan ross #pastel pink #amitabh bachchan #mac cosmetics #tom hiddleston x reader

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pomegranateandblood · 4 months

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Update Plan

Hey lovelies🍍,

I decided to post an update Plan so you‘ll know what to expect and when. I will post one fic per week.

Today I‘ll post the Wally fic where the reader finds his jacket.

05.02. – 11.02: Zed Necrodopolis x reader angst with smut

12.02. – 18.02.: Wally Clark x reader friends to lovers smut

19.02. – 25.02.: Ryan Baker x reader angst with smut

26.02. – 03.03.: Zed Necrodopolis x Zombie!reader

My requests are still open and I love to see some feedback 💕

#milo manheim #milo manheim fanfiction #wally clark #wally clark x reader #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader #ryan baker x reader #ryan baker

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victoriasartifact · 6 months

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Fandoms I Write For

School Spirits

Simon Elroy (i love him sm pls)

Maddie Nears

Wally Clark (will not post for him much since he has tons of content already)

Rhonda

Platonic! Xavier Baxter

Platonic! Charley

Z-O-M-B-I-E-S

Wyatt Lykensen (literally watched the movies because of Pearce so)

Willa Lykensen

Zed Necrodopolis

Eliza Zambie

A-Spen

A-Lan

Platonic! Wynter Barkowitz

Cobra Kai

Demetri Alexopoulos (aka my spirit animal)

Tory Nichols

Miguel Diaz

Samantha LaRusso

Aisha Robinson

Chris

Johnny Lawrence

Amanda LaRusso

Platonic! Robby Keene

Platonic! Eli/Hawk Moskowitz

Platonic! Kenny Payne (mentor vibes)

Mech-X4

Mark Walker

Veracity Campbell

Ryan Walker

Spyder Johnson

Platonic! Harris Harris Jr (whoever named him that sucks)

Blue Beetle

Jaime Reyes

Milagro Reyes

Jenny Kord

Platonic! Rudy Reyes

My Babysitter’s A Vampire

Sarah Fox (literally the only character)

Benny Weir

Ethan Morgan

Erica Jones

Platonic! Rory Keaner

Platonic! Horace “Jesse” Black

Julie and the Phantoms

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Platonic! Alex Mercer

Platonic! Julie Molina

Willie

#school spirits #wally clark #disney zombies #wyatt lykensen #cobra kai #robby keene #mech x4 #ryan walker #blue beetle #jaime reyes #my babysitter's a vampire #mbav #headcanon #x reader #imagines

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issdisgrace · 5 months

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I want Clark Kent to have my kids. Like imagine being known as the guy that put Superman temporarily out of commission.

#ryan things #clark kent #dc #clark kent x male reader #clark kent x reader #dc x male reader #dc x reader

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manheimsmuse · 5 months

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ivory. twenty one. swiftie. she/her. scorpio.

who i write for masterlists guidelines

requests ; open !

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supernaturallover-7 · 2 months

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Wondering if anybody’s knows a Milo Mannheim x Reader story about the two of the them being roommates and really close and they have a movie night on friday or something and it ends in smut? Let me know 💕💕

edit: I think the story also mentioned they shared a car and the movie they put on was a movie that had a 🌶️ seen and they didn’t know that

#milo manheim #milo manheim x reader #reader insert #lost fanfiction #wally clark #ryan thanksgiving #zed necrodopolis #wally clark x reader

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dd122004dd · 2 years

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Could u do one where we die in someone’s arms?? Anyone

“I Won’t Forget You.”

Of course I can! Thank you, lovely for your kind request!

Warnings: Death, Angst, Disintegration

Summary: Ryan Clarke has been more defiant of Malivore, so he takes away something precious from him, forever.

It had been centuries since he was created. Forced to roam the world alone, collecting monsters like trinkets of his adventures, all to feed his power-hungry creator.

He’d been lonely, wandering alone took it’s toll on him, so Malivore decided to bestow upon Ryan a ‘gift’, a companion, one who was bound to him and would follow him wherever he went. His gift was Y/N, his beloved sister, the only surviving creation of Malivore, other than him, that was not destroyed.

If he believed in the gods, he would’ve said that Y/N was a gift from them. She was a joyful creature, pure in his eyes. He would’ve never believed that someone so good came from the same evil that he did, the same source that he came from.

And so, for centuries they traveled together, watching humans evolve and fighting monsters but through all of their struggles they knew that they’d always have each other, always.

“Ryan?” she asked him as they laid down in a clearing under a starry sky, the fire next to the two crackling next to them, providing them with warmth and safety.

“Hmm?” he asked her, half asleep.”

“Promise you’ll never leave me.”

He turned to her, his beloved sister, “What brought this on?” he asked her gently.

“I’m just scared. What if one day you decide you’ve had enough of me and leave like everyone else?” she asked, her voice shaky and choked up.

“I won’t leave you, baby sister. Now sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” He said, wrapping his arms around her.

How did it go so wrong? It wasn’t meant to go like this. He’d made sure that Y/N was hidden away, far away from where their creator could reach them, yet how had he found her?

They’d planned to finally run away from the clutches of Malivore. They’d planned to see the wonders of the world together, to taste the different types of food the world had to offer. Heck, his sister was more excited to simply get on a boat.

But like a dreams, this one too, shattered. Malivore found them, more specifically, he’d found her, the one weakness of Ryan Clarke, the one thing that could shatter his entire being. His baby sister.

Malivore approached the little makeshift home they’d created in the forest. He knocked down the door before entering, seeing his creation look at him like a child with it’s hand in a cookie jar.

She backed away from him, but he simply gripped her hand, putting a timer on her existence before leaving her feeling sick.

Later, Ryan came home with a smile on his face that quickly turned into a frown on seeing the broken door. Rushing in, he saw his sister, her arms wrapped around her knees as she rocked back and forth, softly saying ‘No’ repeatedly.

“What happened, little dove?” he asked, voice laced with concern.

She turned her gaze towards him, eyes blank before she blinked, focusing on him. She slowly whispered, “Ryan?” To which he nodded. At his reply, she threw her hands around him, sobbing bitterly.

“F-F-Father.”

“What about him, dove?”

“He-He came here today.”

At her revelation, he pulled away from her, checking her over for any injuries.

“I’m not hurt. But...he did something.”

“What did he do?”

“He-He put a timer on me. He said that by midnight, tonight, I will disintegrate, my body will cease to be and so will I. H-He said that I was a bad influence on you and this is to teach you to never go against him.”

Shocked at her reply, he collapsed on the floor, he clutched his sister to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around her as he silently whispered, ‘No’ repeatedly into her hair.

She ran her hands up and down his back, trying to soothe him.

When he was relatively calm, she said, “If this is to be my last night, brother. I’d like to spend it in the clearing in the woods, the one near the river, remember? It’s supposed to be a beautiful moon tonight. I’d like to see it one last time.”

After having their last dinner together, they made their way to the clearing. Ryan sat against a tree, his sister laying in his lap, holding his hand.

“Ryan?”

“Yes, dear sister.”

“Will you miss me?”

“Of course I will. You’re the only one who made the past decades bearable. I just wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I’m afraid...you know? I’m terrified to die.”

“I know. Rest assured, dear sister that I will join you, after I have avenged you.”

“No, Ryan. I want you to live. Far away from our father. I want you to be happy, at peace. Travel the world like we’d planned to, see everything that I can’t. Maybe even find someone to spend eternity with, adopt a few gremlins to chase around,” she said, chuckling at the last part.

“Tell them about me? Tell them about their fun auntie Y/N, okay? Please don’t forget about me, Ryan.”

“I will, little dove. I won’t forget you,” he said, tears slowly dripping down his cheeks.

Choking back a sob she said, “I’ll miss you, and your terrible singing.”

He chuckled softly despite the lump in his throat. “I will bring you back, sister mine. One day.”

Sighing softly, she looked up at the sky, “Look, the moon is so beautiful.”

He turned to look at the moon in the clear sky, nodding his head he said, “Yes, it is Y/N.”

Hearing no response he looked down but all he saw was dust.

“No. No. No. Please, no. I’m not ready. I-I’m not ready to walk without you. Please come back!” He begged, tears streaming down his face as he desperately clawed at the dust that was once his beloved sister.

#Ryan Clarke #ryan clarke x reader #ryan+clarke+x+reader #Ryan Clarke angst #Ryan Clarke x sister!reader #legacies reader insert #reader insert #x reader #Golem!reader #golem! reader #platonic!reader #platonic reader insert #malivore #character death #Legacies #legacies x reader #x reader legacies

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johnnys-breastmilk · 6 months

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Even though Ryan didn't get a whole lot to do, he was REALLY doing it for me with his obvious displays of interest, so Ryan x Male Reader request where both are preparing for the Thanksgiving parade, he's expressed being attracted to the reader in the past, & has been heavily flirting while in the pilgrim costume with lots of holiday appropriate innuendos. When everybody else clears out, it leads to him fulfilling his promise of "stuffing" the reader.

sososo good omfg

a/n — brought to you by slotslights! would've been posted sooner if finals and holidays didn't exist ayyyy ... little late for the holiday im so sorry

summary — check the ask!

warnings — standard smut, jokefic cause this movie is unserious, spit as lube and this was rushed sorry!

words — 2.4k

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You stood on top of a small, obviously fake ship. It was comical in design and size, being barely enough to fit you, let alone two people on it. There’s some kind of block—a wooden crate, you think—at the very back of the narrow space to stand. The ship was a bit taller than the rest of the floats, overlooking the living cornucopia of little kids painted to be greens and sweet fruits to your left, the dinner table with some townsfolk in pilgrim costumes sitting around it to your right, and your ship was spearheading the order precisely in the middle. Their costumes only reminded you how itchy yours was, being composed of spandex and knit cotton that caused the perfect combination of skin-hugging discomfort.

Behind all three was the large inflatable turkey, inconsistently staring at people as it bobbed and billowed. On the opposite end of things, in front of your float, were the marchers and mascot of the holiday. You envied him the most, as he stood out past the large opening in the building that housed the whole show with a thick, full-body costume on. He had to be as warm as being in a literal oven.

The organizers handed you two mic-packs with an earpiece for each rectangular receiver right before you boarded the ship, except it was just you on the deck. You started securing the receiver to your hip. Footsteps scaling up the warehouse stepladder drew your attention, and shortly after, the mock-Mayflower shifted a bit on its stand to make room for another voyager.

You turned, immediately recognizing the man under the Pilgrim hat. “And the king of putting his arm around people’s shoulders returns!”

“I said I was sorry.” He rolled his eyes, acting as if his blunt advances last week should be forgotten about.

“Don’t, Ryan.” Your cheap costume wouldn’t be the only pain in the ass on this boat. Unfortunately, they had already wheeled the mobile staircase that was your only escape away, making the only viable option to wait and ride this out at about three miles per hour.

If there was one thing about Ryan, that felt like it defined him entirely, was how forward he expressed himself to be. “Come on, stop playing cold turkey. I know you’re addicted to me.”

“Here.” He wore an identical costume that you got to eye up and down when you had to begrudgingly hand him his ticket aboard. His rite of passage to be putting-his-arm-over-your-shoulder-length away from you.

Ryan took it from your hands, a smirk on his face with his bottom lip jutting out in confidence. “Someone’s defrosting.”

The fleeting moment got away from your hands like a bird that could fly, unfortunate for the turkey that took its place. The revving of engines signaled that the parade was about to start. A messy collaboration of trumpeters, drummers, and every kind of walking noisemaker started to play in united dissonance. They marched, heading straight down the road. It only took a moment for your float and the ones on either side of it to start their slow roll out into the daylight.

The sidewalks were occupied with people and striped barriers made out of wood lined the street, separating the modern from the old. Old might not have been the right word to describe it—defunct, maybe? Something that was a dead mode of transportation and classified as primordial for a reason, because, as soon as the ship had to hold its own on the tail of a pickup truck, it was shaking and rocking against the bumpy main road. Even a small pothole rocked the ship, sending you stumbling towards Ryan. He held on to you, making sure you were on your feet. He looked back to the wooden crate, moving towards it as you pulled away from him. He sat down on it and extended his hand.

“Seriously?” You scoffed, occupying your hands with the divots of your elbows as you crossed your arms.

“Just swallow whatever mouthful of pride you have and sit with me. This thing is held together by tape and staples and a dream.” His eyes pleaded with the words he knew he couldn’t say.

Falling off this ship might not be lethal, but it sure is embarrassing. So is being in the arms of someone who so obviously wanted you, but at least one of these wouldn’t lead to a hospital visit… you think. Ryan was painfully right, you had to stomach your pride like a dish a family member got you to try that tasted like utter trash. From the slow roll of your parade float to the pace of your steps, it was like you were acting in slow motion. Thankfully, the crowd had the modern mindset that meant you could get a little historically inaccurate in costume. You placed yourself on the upper part of his thigh, legs pouring down into the space between his—indiscernible from the black cloth coating his legs down to his ankles as it covered yours, too.

You scratched at your neck, peeling a bit of the white ruff clawing at your neck away for a few seconds. Momentarily, you could breathe. In that breath taken, you spoke to Ryan, “I need this off me.”

“You don’t need to tell me.” His eyes lingered on the bare spot on your neck, ready to dive in if it weren’t for the lack of privacy. When the public was staring at you, he came in closer. Whispering, “Just a few more blocks, then you’re mine. I’ll tear this off you, yeah?”

“Like the skin on a turkey.” Your patience was like a meat timer that had popped. Your skin felt hot, and you needed this costume off as soon as possible. Ready to escape the open air and go somewhere more private, confined with an excuse to be pressed up to Ryan.

He never left your side, keeping his closeness while you were leaning into his hold. One arm running over both your shoulders was enough to send shivers down your whole back. His other hand waved so that it looked more natural like two optimistic travelers were on their way to discover already-found land. But when the hell were museums about American holidays rightfully celebrated the way they were meant to be? He added in his closeness, “And I’ll stuff you like one, too.”

The old firehouse in Plymouth was where the floats would go after everyone screamed their lungs out and waved their hands into the sky since it was big enough to store several of the old firetrucks that had all been moved downtown. It was a slow ride to your final destination.

As each display of the town’s affection for the holiday pulled into the makeshift warehouse and parked, the worst part proved itself to be how slowly everyone filed out of the depot. There was an agonizing wait for the required assistance down from the float, meaning that you had to stay closer to Ryan longer, the attraction between you the both of you growing stronger each second.

When you did have to leave him, you almost missed his warmth and hands. Almost, because he was back on you in seconds of your feet hitting the smooth concrete in the firehouse. Pitter-pattering was heard as your buckled shoes tapped away from everyone and up the stairs to the second floor, being led to the spot by a knowledgeable Ryan. The second floor was an open area, helmed by a kitchen as you reached the top step. It was arguably only slightly more private than the parade float you were standing on moments ago, but the shuttling of the bay doors downstairs let you know that no one who belonged there would come up to see Ryan feasting on you. Sure, you and Ryan had no business wandering away from the organizers, but two heads leaving their sight wouldn’t do much now that the parade was over.

He had you backed against the dusty counter in seconds, lips to yours, and grabbing what he could through the cheap costume. You two ditched the hats on accident, knocking them off in your attempts to pull one another closer with your holdings. It seemed to be a large kitchen island of sorts, from what you saw before Ryan pulled your attention away, now cluttered with taped-up boxes and a thick layer of dust that was wiped away by you leaning against it. There was a stove on the opposite side of where you and Ryan were cooking with your own heat. Ryan made sure that people would know of your presence by lifting you up on the counter.

“I’m gonna explode if I don’t undo my pants, fuck.” Ryan complained, breaking away from you like a wishbone—his dream coming true as he had you at his mercy. He had done the hunting, the alluring, and now, he was ready to claim you.

“Can that drumstick even fit on my plate?” You asked when he dropped his pants and let them bunch at his ankles. The black fabric of his suit must have hidden what he was packing. “Looks a little too big for me. Maybe you should just butter stuff up instead of trying to fit that in?”

“Trust me, I’ll make it fit.” Ryan tugged on himself a few times before grabbing you by the hips. He slid you towards him. “Lean back, pumpkin pie.”

“You’re so funny,” you feigned a laugh and leaned back on the cold countertop. Ryan pushed your legs up so that you got the message to keep your knees tucked into your chest, giving him an easy entrance to your ass after he undid your pants just enough to see it clearly.

You didn’t have to hear him spitting in his hand to know that he was lubing up your hole with a quick solution. Wet, warm saliva was spread over your entrance and his fingers lightly dipped in with a tasteful slip of his fingers into your tightness. Not all of it went to preparing you for his massive girth, though. The hand he didn’t use to tease you was slicking up his cock with his own spit, a remark flying out of his mouth as he welled up another wad of spit in his mouth. “I don’t usually master-baste like this but…”

“Shut up…” You said softly, too inebriated by the feeling of Ryan’s hand playing with you. The only thing that could send you out of this comatose state of pleasure was the pain of him stretching you out.

“Oh, fuck.” He moaned, feeling his tip be fought against by the constricting feeling of you constantly wrapped around him. His pleasure heightened knowing that he had effectively dominated you after you let him do this following his many, many advances.

Ryan delved further, exploring your cavity in its entirety. He loved how he constantly felt the tightness around any part of his cock at any given moment, yet he was still being gripped by the rest of your insides—though, it was much softer, like a gentle hand tugging on him without any part of him left untouched. You liked it, too. For as much as it hurt, stretching you out beyond what you felt you could take, there was still this feeling of letting him hurt you in a way that caused pleasure.

Ryan eventually bottomed out, pulling all the way out to regain that feeling of tightness along his entire cock. But, he noticed that you were gaping for him, your muscles relaxing for him like they wanted to welcome him back in. He let his cock sink back in, fucking you properly after getting to know the space he was dealing with and being accustomed to the pleasure.

It was almost ironic that last week, you wouldn’t have touched him with a ten-foot pole. But now, you wanted him inside. You needed him, like an addiction. His humor, his charm, and most importantly, his high-quality assets that he was more than happy to whore out to you. You figured that you should add his knowledge onto there, too, because he was handling himself like a champ. While he was losing his composure, his thrusts growing sloppier each time he forced all of himself into you, he kept up the pace like he was mashing potatoes—or, churning thick, creamy butter with each pump. And look, he was doing it with no hands! Well, excluding the ones he kept on your legs to keep you from sliding back or having your legs get too tired. He was still considerate, even when fulfilling his selfish desires.

That’s why he slid one of his hands down your thigh and past your pants, reaching into the small window formed by the stretching of the fabric between your legs and your ass. His hand went straight for your cock, playing with it as his thrusts shook your whole body. He wanted you to feel all of the euphoria entangled with pain that he experienced at that moment, his shaft feeling suffocated by your entrance, only to have wide walls to fuck and tug his dick along on the inside.

His hand was calloused and cracked from the cold weather, but he still felt good on your sensitive skin. Little maneuvers like rubbing his thumb over the head of your dick and keeping his grip tight when he moved his hand along your length sent you spiraling. Grunts and moans filled the air like the wafting scent of a momentous dinner being laid out on the table. The sight of you alone, but mixed with Ryan’s primal energy made this feel more fulfilling than any food could.

Eventually, you announced that you were on the verge of coming, but it probably sounded a lot less clear in your head. Ryan was still jerking you off but stopped as felt sticky white spray over his fingers and he watched it cover the stomach of your cheap costume. As he saw you unfold, he finally came, leaving you with a mix of creamy white and meaty stuffing still filling you up. You enjoyed how full he made you feel a little too much, missing it as he pulled out with a softening cock coated in his own release. Some of it hit the floor as he was still leaking out the last bits of it. Your hole could barely contain his homemade stuffing.

You sat up, catching your breath. “I need two things from you. Some paper towels, and an invite to your family’s Thanksgiving dinner.”

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🌼 they are a current prospect

🌿 they are under 20

🌺 fluff

🌙 angst/sad

Started: March 31, 2024

Last Updated: May 26, 2024

Total Works: 15

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Anaheim Ducks

＃５１－ｏｌｅｎｚｅｌｌｗｅｇｅｒ 🌿

Buffalo Sabres

＃２４－ｄｙｌａｎｃｏｚｅｎｓ＃２５－ｏｗｅｎｐｏｗｅｒ - 1 work

Boston Bruins

Calgary Flames

Carolina Hurricanes

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Chicago Blackhawks

Karaoke

＃９８－ｃｏｎｎｏｒｂｅｄａｒｄ - 3 works ＃５５－ｋｅｖｉｎｋｏｒｃｈｉｎｓｋｉ - 2 works ＃２７－ｌｕｋａｓｒｅｉｃｈｅｌ

Colorado Avalanche

＃２９－ｎａｔｈａｎｍａｃｋｉｎｎｏｎ - 1 work ＃８－ｃａｌｅｍａｋａｒ

Columbus Blue Jackets

＃１１－ａｄａｍｆａｎｔｉｌｌｉ＃９１－ｋｅｎｔｊｏｈｎｓｏｎ - 1 work

Dallas Stars

＃５３－ｗｙａｔｔｊｏｈｎｓｔｏｎ

Detroit Red Wings

Edmonton Oilers

Florida Panthers

＃１９－ｍａｔｔｈｅｗｔｋａｃｈｕｋ

Los Angeles Kings

＃９２－ｂｒａｎｄｔｃｌａｒｋｅ - 2 works

Minnesota Wild

＃１２－ｍａｔｔｂｏｌｄｙ - 2 works

Montreal Canadiens

＃６２－ｏｗｅｎｂｅｃｋ＃２２－ｃｏｌｅｃａｕｆｉｅｌｄ＃２０－ｊｕｒａｊｓｌａｆｋｏｖｓｋｙ

Nashville Predators

New Jersey Devils

New York Islanders

＃１３－ｍａｔｈｅｗｂａｒｚａｌ

New York Rangers

Ottawa Senators

＃１８－ｔｉｍｓｔｕｔｚｌｅ

Philadelphia Flyers

Pittsburg Penguins

Seattle Kraken

St. Louis Blues

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Tampa Bay Lightning

Toronto Maple Leafs

Karaoke

＃２３－ｍａｔｔｈｅｗｋｎｉｅｓ＃３９－ｆｒａｓｅｒｍｉｎｔｅｎ - 1 work + AU ＃６０－ｊｏｓｅｐｈｗｏｌｌ

Utah HC

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Washington Capitals

Winnipeg Jets

Vancouver Canucks

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Vegas Golden Knights

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Boston University

＃７１－ｍａｃｋｌｉｎｃｅｌｅｂｒｉｎｉ - 1 work

Boston College

＃９－ｒｙａｎｌｅｏｎａｒｄ＃６－ｗｉｌｌｓｍｉｔｈ

UMich

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