Tell Me Why I Can’t Think About Anything Else. Bro Needs To Start Paying RENT For Taking So Much Space

No broke boys

pairing: milo mannheim x f! reader

It was supposed to be a casual night out. The workweek had been long, and someone suggested heading to a club to blow off steam. The team didn’t need much convincing. Now, the bass of the music thrummed through the air as Milo leaned against the bar, sipping his drink and surveying the vibrant scene before him.

His eyes naturally found Y/N across the room. She was laughing with a couple of the girls from work, her head thrown back, carefree and radiant. Milo had always thought she was beautiful impossibly so but tonight, there was something different about her. She looked electric under the neon lights, her confidence and charm drawing people in without her even trying.

The opening notes of Freek-A-Leek by Petey Pablo hit the speakers, and the atmosphere in the club shifted. A chorus of excited cheers rippled through the crowd, and Y/N’s group of friends squealed, pulling her toward the dance floor.

Milo’s gaze followed her automatically. He couldn’t look away.

Y/N swayed her hips to the beat, her movements fluid and magnetic as she let the music take over. Her long hair cascaded down her back, swinging in time with her hips. The way she moved was mesmerizing confident, sensual, and completely unbothered by the crowd of people around her. She dipped low, her body gliding toward the floor effortlessly, before rising again with a sultry roll of her hips. Her hands ran up her thighs, trailing over the curve of her waist, and settled just below her ribs as she twisted to the beat.

Milo swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry.

“Damn,” his friend muttered next to him, nudging his shoulder. “You’re staring hard, bro. Didn’t know Y/N could move like that, huh?”

Milo’s eyes didn’t leave her. “Me either,” he admitted, his voice low and rough. “She’s…” He trailed off, shaking his head as if trying to snap himself out of a spell. But it was no use. His gaze was locked on Y/N, every move of her body sending a jolt of heat through him.

Y/N, ever perceptive, noticed him watching. She shot him a sly smile over her shoulder before returning her attention to the music. If she hadn’t been sure of Milo’s interest before, she was now. The hunger in his eyes was unmistakable, and she decided to have a little fun with it.

She ran her hands down her sides, teasingly slow, and let them linger over her hips. Her fingers traced over the curves of her body, as if she were savoring her own touch. She swayed closer to the center of the dance floor, tossing her hair over her shoulder, the strands catching the light. Her movements grew even bolder, her hips rolling in time with the beat, dipping low again just for good measure.

Milo groaned softly, barely audible over the music. His drink was forgotten on the bar, his hands gripping the edge as he tried to steady himself. She was driving him crazy, and she knew it.

“Man, you’re toast,” his friend teased. “Just go talk to her already.”

Milo didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The only thought in his head was how badly he wanted to get closer to Y/N.

When the song ended, she sauntered off the dance floor, her confidence radiating as she made her way back toward the bar. She stopped just in front of Milo, her lips curling into a playful smile.

“Enjoy the show?” she teased, tilting her head slightly.

Milo raised an eyebrow, leaning closer so she could hear him over the music. “You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” His voice was low, almost a growl, and the intensity in his dark eyes made her pulse race.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said innocently, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her.

Milo smirked, stepping closer until there was barely an inch between them. “Oh, you know,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “You’re trouble, Y/N.”

“And you love it,” she shot back, her voice laced with flirtation.

His gaze dropped to her lips, then back up to her eyes. “You’re not wrong,” he admitted. “But don’t think I’m letting you get away with driving me crazy like that.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her smile growing. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Milo chuckled, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe her audacity. “You’ll find out soon enough,” he promised, his voice a delicious mix of challenge and desire.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “I’ll be waiting.”

With that, she pulled back and walked away, leaving him standing there, captivated and craving more.

The club was alive with pounding music and flashing lights, the air thick with energy. Milo had been enjoying himself, leaning into the carefree vibe of the night. Somewhere between his second drink and laughing with their coworkers, a girl a petite brunette with big, flirty eyes grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the dance floor.

Milo hesitated for a moment but relented. It wasn’t a big deal. Just dancing, he told himself. Besides, Y/N had been busy talking to their coworkers at the bar, not sparing him much attention.

The girl moved closer, her hips swaying to the rhythm as she faced him, pressing herself into him without hesitation. She slid her hands up his chest, her movements bold and fluid. Milo matched her energy, his hands hovering politely at her waist as she turned around and began grinding against him.

From the bar, Y/N caught sight of him. Her gaze locked on Milo, her lips parting slightly in surprise as she took in the scene. The flashing lights of the club illuminated his face, and though he wasn’t outright smiling, his easygoing confidence radiated through his body language.

Milo met Y/N’s eyes across the distance, his expression unreadable but his gaze unwavering. The corner of his mouth twitched, and it almost looked like he was daring her to react.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, her annoyance bubbling just beneath the surface. She raised her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, never breaking eye contact with him. Then, in a dramatic display of indifference, she rolled her eyes and turned back to the bar, tossing her hair over her shoulder with purpose.

Milo couldn’t help but smirk. He knew that move too well she was pissed, no doubt about it.

But then, Y/N did something he hadn’t expected. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her leave the bar, her hips swaying in that hypnotic way they always did when she wanted to make a statement. She made her way across the club toward the entrance, where the bouncer stood a massive, intimidating man who seemed to command the room without even trying.

Milo’s attention snapped to her fully. He didn’t even notice the girl grinding against him anymore. His focus was solely on Y/N as she sauntered up to the bouncer, a sly smile on her lips. She said something to him, leaning in close, her hand lightly brushing his arm.

Milo’s jaw tightened.

The bouncer chuckled, clearly enjoying her attention. He leaned down to hear her better, and Y/N laughed at whatever he said, her hand playfully tapping his chest.

Milo’s chest burned with something hot and unrelenting. Jealousy clawed at his throat as he watched the bouncer slide his arm around Y/N’s waist, pulling her closer. Then, as if to twist the knife, Y/N tilted her face up to him, her lips curling into a flirtatious smile before leaning in for a kiss.

It wasn’t a shy kiss. It was bold, teasing, and unapologetic.

The girl dancing on Milo turned to face him, clearly expecting his attention, but Milo was done. He stepped back abruptly, leaving her confused on the dance floor as he made a beeline for Y/N and the bouncer. His strides were purposeful, his dark eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him.

When he reached them, he didn’t hesitate. “Alright, enough,” he said sharply, his voice cutting through the noise.

Y/N pulled back from the kiss, her eyes glinting with mischief as she turned to face him. “Problem?” she asked, her tone as sweet as sugar but dripping with defiance.

Milo ignored her question, his gaze flickering to the bouncer. “Move,” he ordered, his voice low and full of authority.

The bouncer smirked, clearly entertained, but he let his hands fall from Y/N’s body and stepped back. “She’s all yours, man.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at Milo. “What the hell is your problem?”

“My problem?” Milo shot back, his frustration spilling over. “You’re over here making out with the bouncer just to piss me off.”

“And you were getting grinded on by another girl,” Y/N countered, stepping closer to him. “What, only you get to have fun?”

Milo groaned, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t like that. You know it wasn’t like that.”

“Do I?” she challenged, her voice rising slightly.

“Yes,” he snapped, his eyes blazing as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer. “You do, Y/N. You know damn well you’re the only one I want.”

Her breath hitched, but she quickly masked it with a smirk. “Then maybe you should start acting like it.”

Milo stared at her for a moment, his chest heaving as he tried to collect his thoughts. Then, without another word, he pulled her flush against him and crashed his lips onto hers, pouring every ounce of frustration, desire, and unspoken emotion into the kiss.

Y/N melted into him almost instantly, her hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as the tension between them finally broke. When they pulled apart, both of them breathless, Milo leaned down, his lips brushing her ear.

“Never again,” he murmured, his voice rough but commanding. “You’re mine, Y/N. Don’t forget that.”

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Only if you’re mine too.”

Milo grinned, his hand slipping to the small of her back as he pulled her in for another kiss. “Always.”

The walk back to Y/N’s apartment was supposed to be uneventful, but the moment she stumbled slightly in her heels, Milo was quick to notice.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he said, stopping in his tracks.

“I’m fine,” Y/N argued, but her wince as she shifted her weight betrayed her.

Milo gave her a pointed look, then crouched slightly in front of her. “Get on,” he ordered, gesturing for her to hop onto his back.

“Milo—”

“No arguing, baby,” he interrupted, smirking as he glanced over his shoulder. “Your feet are killing you, and I’m not about to let you suffer. Now, come on.”

Rolling her eyes but secretly touched by his gesture, Y/N finally relented, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he effortlessly hoisted her up. She laughed softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as he carried her down the street toward her apartment.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” she teased, her voice warm.

Milo chuckled, his hands gripping her thighs securely. “Yeah, but you love it.”

She didn’t respond, but the way she tightened her hold on him said enough.

When they finally reached her door, Milo set her down gently, his hands lingering on her hips as she unlocked the door. The moment they stepped inside, the tension between them was palpable.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Y/N said softly, turning to face him.

Milo shrugged, his gaze darkening as it swept over her. “I wanted to. You deserve to be taken care of.”

The air between them shifted, heat simmering just beneath the surface. Y/N stepped closer, her fingers brushing against the front of his shirt as she looked up at him through her lashes.

“And what else do I deserve?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Milo’s jaw clenched, his hands sliding to her waist as he pulled her flush against him. “You really wanna know?”

“Tell me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his.

“I think I’d rather show you,” he murmured, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, both of them pouring everything they’d been holding back into it. Milo backed her against the nearest wall, his hands exploring her body as her fingers tangled in his hair.

“God, you drive me insane,” he muttered against her lips, his voice rough with desire.

Y/N smirked, nipping at his bottom lip. “Good. Now you know how I feel.”

Milo groaned, his lips trailing down her neck as he pressed her harder against the wall. “You’re gonna pay for teasing me tonight,” he growled, his hands sliding up her thighs and under her dress.

“Promises, promises,” she teased, but her breath hitched

Milo stepped closer.

“You gonna let me take care of you tonight?” he asked, his voice low and laced with intent.

Y/N met his gaze, her heart pounding as she nodded. “What do you have in mind?”

Milo didn’t answer with words. Instead, he closed the distance between them, his hands cradling her face as he kissed her deeply. The kiss was slow at first, deliberate, but quickly grew more passionate, his hands moving to her waist and pulling her against him.

“Milo,” she whispered breathlessly when they broke apart.

“Shh,” he murmured, brushing his lips along her jawline. “Let me show you how much I’ve wanted this how much I’ve wanted you.”

He scooped her up effortlessly, carrying her to the bedroom. Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him again, her body already heating under his touch.

Gently, he laid her on the bed, hovering over her as his dark eyes roamed her face. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he said softly, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw.

Her heart swelled at his words, and she pulled him down to her, their lips meeting in another fiery kiss. His hands explored her body, sliding up her thighs and beneath her dress, his touch igniting a trail of fire along her skin.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night,” he admitted, his voice husky as his lips trailed down her neck. “The way you moved on that dance floor…you had no idea what you were doing to me.”

“Oh, I knew,” she teased, her breath hitching as his hands worked their way up her sides, pushing her dress higher.

Milo smirked, his lips brushing against her ear. “You like teasing me, huh?”

“Maybe,” she replied, her voice light but filled with desire.

He chuckled darkly, his hands sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders. “Careful, baby. I’m not the type to let you get away with it.”

“What are you going to do about it?” she challenged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Milo’s gaze darkened, and his response was a low growl as he captured her lips again, his movements more demanding. He took his time undressing her, savoring every inch of her as if committing her to memory.

The night unfolded in a blur of passion and tenderness. Milo worshipped her body with his hands and lips, whispering soft praises between heated kisses.

“You feel so perfect,” he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N arched beneath him, her fingers gripping his shoulders as he moved with her, their bodies perfectly in sync. “Milo,”she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure.

He leaned down, his forehead resting against hers as their breaths mingled. “Say my name again,” he commanded softly, his lips brushing hers.

“Milo,” she repeated, her voice filled with need.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. “You’re mine tonight. All mine.”

Their movements grew more frantic, the room filled with whispered words and soft moans. And when they finally reached their peak, Milo held her tightly, his lips pressed to her temple as he murmured sweet nothings into her ear.

As they lay tangled together afterward, Milo brushed a strand of hair from her face, his eyes soft as he gazed at her.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” he said quietly.

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “I could say the same about you.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re trouble, Y/N. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She laughed softly, her head resting on his shoulder. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else,” he replied, pulling her closer as the night stretched on.

And that’s the closest I’ll ever get to this show 😭

Milo Manheim and Elizabeth Gillies singing Suddenly Seymour in the Off-Broadway production of Little Shop of Horrors (2025)

👁️👅👁️

I just wanna lick it 🤭🤤

Eyes On Me, Sweets.

NSFW!!

Disclaimer--- I did not proof read this. Sorry... If you like it let me know and I will consider posting more! If you have prompts I would love to hear them! Much love! x -L

Summary: Maddie Nears shows up in the after life taking Wally's attention, the attention that is yours to have.

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The second Maddie Nears showed up in the afterlife you were annoyed. It had nothing to do with her. You actually felt like the two of you could be really good friends. It was the fact that Wally’s attention was no longer attached to you. You saw how he looked at her when she entered the circle for Mr. Martin’s session of the day.

You were used to his chocolate eyes being stuck to your frame constantly. He might as well have been a shadow to you. You had liked Wally the moment he found you crying next to your dead body. He had became your ghost guide never leaving your side. Always throwing flirty comments your way. He was ecstatic when the adorable blush graced your freckled cheeks. The sarcastic roll of your eyes as you looked away from him trying to hide the smirk on your face.

You sat in the circle listening to Maddie talking about how she died and Rhonda’s snippy comments towards her. You were seething by the time group was finished. Not even letting Mr. Martin dismiss you before you were running out of the gym. You heard Wally calling after you telling you to wait up but you kept moving. You had never felt anything like this before. The gnawing feeling in your chest, the anger practically radiating off of you.

You needed air. You couldn’t be within these dingy walls another second. The only noise coming from you was the squeak of your boots against the tile and the faint hum of the song blasting through your headphones. You dug your nails into the palm of your hand as you willed your legs to carry you faster. You burst through the door out onto the lawn of the school finally feeling as though you could take a full breath. Your feet carried you to the side of the bleachers at Wally’s stadium tucking yourself into a small corner that hide you from view.

You sat there pick at the grass under you. Tearing the blades into tiny strands. Your mind whirling, a constant loop of self doubt and something you were pretty sure was jealousy. But why were you jealous? You didn’t think for a second the hunky jock could have ever actually liked you. You were total opposites. When you were alive you constantly had your headphones on so no one would talk to you. You had your septum pierced and only went to school sanctioned events to get pictures for yearbook. He could talk to anyone. He hadn’t met a person he couldn’t spark a conversation with. He didn’t miss a single event alive or dead.

Wally had tried to chase after you when you ran off but Charlie had grabbed him needing help putting all the chairs away. He as quickly as he could collapsed all the chairs hanging them back on the stand and excused himself. He went to all your typical hiding spots. Not that they were really hidden from him. He knew about all of them. He checked the theater where you would sit in the back corner tucked away between the chair and wall, the roof of the school where you’d sit when you needed silence, and the pool where he’d find you swimming around to clear your head. You weren’t in any of the usual spots but he had to know that you were okay. He searched every room in the school and once he finished that he started on the school grounds. He checked the bus bench and the football field. He was about to call in reinforcements when he heard the faint humming that soothed the anxiety in his chest.

You were always humming along to whatever song was playing. Wally was pretty sure it was something you did unknowingly. He found your crumpled frame tucked underneath the bleachers. You were making a pile of the grass blades that were resetting every few minutes. He crouched down gently nudging your boot with his sneaker. You didn’t look up at him keeping your eyes on your shoes. He wraps his large hand around your calf tugging you gently towards him until your bent legs are pushed against his abdomen. The warmth of him soaking through your ripped leggings comforting you, caging you in between his long legs.

He gently takes your headphones off your head and uses the tip of his pointer finger to lift your chin making you look at him. “What’s going on? Why’d you run off without me, Sweets?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” You huff out at him trying to pull your chin from his grip. He tightens his hold looking at you with an eyebrow raised. “What’s got your brain running a hundred miles an hour, Baby?” His lips quirk up at the nickname turning his smirk into a full smile as the pink tinge covers your cheeks.

You anxiously pick at the skin on your lips with your teeth, his eyes tracing the soft curve of your lips. He gently pulls your lip from your teeth. “I asked a question. I want an answer, now.” His eyes darken.

“I just figured you’d be busy hanging out with the new girl. Didn’t wanna be a bother.” You shrug as you avert your gaze looking anywhere but at him. He leans in close enough to feel his breath on your lips. “Are you jealous, Baby?” His fingers twitching on the hand around your calf itching to somehow pull you closer. You scoff your cheeks bright red rolling your eyes at him.

“You just want all my attention don’t you?” You being to argue but he shushes you. “It’s yours, Sweets. I am yours.” He licks his lips rushing to kiss you with so much passion it make your head spin. “What do I need to do to make you realize that you are what I want in this life and the next?” He rasps against your mouth. He grabs your wrist pulling it to his hardened cock. “This is what you do to me. I have been touching myself to the thought of you since before you even crossed over. Cumming with your name on my lips."

You don't even know what to say as you look up at him through your lashes. The growl that crawls up his throat dampens your panties immediately. "Don't fucking look at me like that. I am barely holding on as it is." he pants out. His hand leaving yours to wrap back around your calf. You gently palm him, a pout gracing your lips. A raspy whisper leaves your lips as you look up at him. "What if I want you to show me just how much of your attention I have?" You grip his cock through his sweats giving it a squeeze.

He immediately pulls back standing to his feet and grabbing your hand pulling you into him. He tugs you with him toward the football field. He walks to the fifty yard line and shrugs off his letterman laying it out for you. He pushes you to lay down, your head resting on the smooth leather of his jacket. His smell engulfs you as he sinks to his knees between your open legs. He gently unties your boots tugging them off your feet and tossing them behind you. He places a delicate kiss to your ankles his hands slowly sliding up your calf to your thighs avoiding the area you need him. His hands rest on your covered hips as he leans over you kissing your lips roughly nipping at your bottom lip and soothing the pain with his tongue.

He trails his lips slowly down your neck bite and sucking at your skin as he goes. He looks up at you as his fingers go to pull your t-shirt over your head. You give him a nod. His fingers trailing up your soft stomach as he lifts it over your head. He sits back on his haunches to take in the exposed skin. His hands wandering, mouth watering at the lacy bra cupping your perfect tits.

He reaches around unclipping it with one hand and tugging the straps down your shoulders. His lips following the straps leaving goosebumps on your skin. Your nipples hardening as the cool air brushes against them. One hand settles back on to your hip while the other thumbs across your nipple pulling a whimper from your lips. His mouth latching on to other one sucking until he approves of the purple patch on the side of your breast. He swirls his tongue around your nipple sucking and nipping at it drawing whines from you. He drags his lips down your stomach kissing the skin above the waistband of your pants leaving you gasping for air.

He dips his long fingers into the waistband of your pants tugging them off your legs. He lowers himself to be even with your soaked pussy. He draws in a big breath a grown vibrating through him. He leans forward dragging his tongue over the wet patch. He leans back tugging your cute panties down and tucks them into the pocket of the letterman you are laying on. He puts your legs over his broad shoulders using his hands to spread you open. He stares at your soaked cunt mesmerized until your wiggle your hips with a whine. He smirks up at you. "Patience, Sweets. I have waited so long to taste this pretty pussy. I am gonna savor it." He leans in dragging his tongue over your clit swirling and flicking it until you tangle your hands in his hair. He holds your hips down as he trails his tongue from your pretty clit down to circle around where you need him the most.

"Pleeease." You whimper out not even knowing what you are begging for. You feel him smirk against you as he plunges his tongue inside you moaning at the sweet taste of you sending shockwaves through you. He continues fucking you with his tongue until he feels you tighten around him. He withdraws his tongue from your center causing you to tug at his hair trying to bring him back to you. You wiggle your hips pushing them up trying your all to get his mouth back on you until he delivers a sharp smack to your center causing a mix of a whine and a moan to fall from your lips, eyes shooting open.

You whine out "Why did you stop?" between breaths. He tugs his shirt over his head and starts shrugging off the rest of his clothes. He leans forward the tip of his cock resting against your cunt as he hovers over you. He wraps his hand around your throat squeezing, his pupils blown as he growls out "The only place you are allowed to cum is on my cock pretty girl."

You clench around nothing at his possessiveness. He uses the hand not holding your throat to smack the tip of his aching cock against your clit loving the pretty sounds leaving your mouth. He drags it down to your center "Eyes on me, Sweets." you look up at him. He smacks the inside of your thigh "I expect a response."

You stutter out a "Yes, Sir." He sinks into you inch by inch barely giving you time to adjust as he draws all the way out slamming back into you. A scream leaves your lips at the mix of pain and pleasure. Already so close to the edge you are writhing under him crying out.

"That's it sweets. You are gripping me so tight. Fuckkkk." his hips stutter, his grip around your throat tightening as he grabs your hand pushing you to play with your clit. "Show me how you make yourself cum, pretty girl." He continues his brutal place abusing the spongey spot inside you as you rub circles into your clit crying out at every thrust.

"Wallyyy i'm gonna cum." You whimper out as you spasm around his cock. "Go ahead baby show me how much you want me to fill this sweet cunt. Just let go." He grunts out. You scream his name as you tighten around him cumming. His hand leaves your throat as he pushes your limp hand away from your clit rubbing hard circles overstimulating you. He thrusts into you again moaning out "Y/N. Fuck taking me so well. Gonna fill you up." You feel his cum pumping into you as you desperately try and push his hand away from your clit. He grabs your face out of breath to kiss your swollen lips and gently pulls out of you loving the whimper that leaves you.

He leans back watching some cum dripping out of you. He gently pushes it back inside of you grabbing his shirt to clean you both off. He finds your panties and gently slides them back on and helps you put your arms through his letterman. And fuck when he leans back and takes in the view in nothing but his letterman jacket and his cum soaking through your panties he almost cums again right there.

He lets you rest while he gets redressed and then helps you get dressed putting his letterman back on you loving you in it. He picks you up not trusting your shaking legs to carry you. "Let's go get you some food and water, Sweets. I am not done with you quite yet." He smirks pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You smile lazily up at him bleary eyes running over his face and your hand playing with his necklace.

The end is near

Okay heres an edit while I draw

Literary the cutest scene ever

SCHOOL SPIRITS — 2.05 "Ghost Who's Coming to Dinner"

Milo Manheim

Milo Manheim 🤍

via TikTok

People don’t understand how hard it is to get over your own personal hell. Like I give so much credit to them for literally stepping into the fear to help Janet. This is a huge example of co-regulation