me maladaptive daydreaming about the most recent ff i've read (i need psychological attention not an iphone)
Smut, smut, smut… what happened to fluff, angst, and etc? First thing i see when looking up “____ x reader” the top is smut 😞
im not against smut btw
i think of you all when i listen to
YiyanTheGreat's Kinktober 2025 List
Octobers almost around the corner so here's a list of DOB characters I'm writing for during Kinktober :)
- This is my first year participating in Kinktober (some prompts and characters might change) so wish me luck...
KINKTOBER 2025
DAY 1: STOCKHOLM SYNDROME - Void Stiles
DAY 2: PEGGING - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 3: THREESOME - Stiles Stilinski & Void Stiles
DAY 4: COCK CAGE - Stuart Twombly
DAY 5: APHRODISIAC - Void Stiles
DAY 6: HUMILIATION - Void Stiles
DAY 7: PERIOD SEX - Void Stiles
DAY 8: SPANKING - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 9: BABY TRAPPING - Void Stiles
DAY 10: MORNING WOOD - Mitch Rapp
DAY 11: STEPCEST - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 12: SISSIFICATION - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 13: PUPPY HYBRID - Thomas (TMR)
DAY 14: OMEGAVERSE - Thomas (TMR)
DAY 15: SEX POLLEN - Mitch Rapp
DAY 16: FACE RIDING- Thomas (TMR)
DAY 17: EDGING - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 18: GENITAL TORTURE - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 19: CREAMPIE - Void Stiles
DAY 20: DUBCON - Void Stiles
DAY 21: GOLDEN SHOWER - Mitch Rapp
DAY 22: GUNPLAY - Mitch Rapp
DAY 23: PUPPY PLAY - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 24: NONCON - Void Stiles
DAY 25: DOUBLE PENETRATION - Stuart Twombly & Stiles Stilinski (Stilinski Twins Au)
DAY 26: LINGERIE - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 27: GANG BANG - Mitch Rapp, Thomas (TMR), Stiles Stilinski, Stuart Twombly, (Stilinski Siblings AU)
DAY 28: OVERSTIMULATION - Thomas (TMR)
DAY 29: MOMMY KINK - Stiles Stilinski
DAY 30: BREEDING - Void Stiles
DAY 31: LACTATION - Stiles Stilinski
LOVED YOUR THOMAS FIC!! Please write more Maze Runner. ALSO, I am a sucker for established relationship.
What about Thomas and reader (established relationship) reunite after being separated?
this is literally a year old but I discovered it in my drafts and had to post! pretty sure the maze runner fandom is dead rn but I simply do not care
tmr!thomas x fem!reader | established relationship, fluff and a bit of angst (set in the death cure)
Thomas thinks, if he doesn’t find you soon, he might as well be dead. He’s well on his way. His heart hasn’t felt normal since WCKD took you. It’s felt heavy as lead, weighing down in his chest like a rock, making it hard to walk, hard to breathe. He hasn’t been able to sleep, but being awake is so much worse. It’s horrible, spending every waking moment worrying about what WCKD is doing to you, wondering if you’re even alive, thinking about all the things he could’ve done better to save you.
The guilt eats at him like a virus, clawing at his heart and up his throat. Eating him alive and spitting him right back out until he feels like a zombie. A dead boy walking.
It takes over his body now, so much so that he’s not really thinking at all as he breaks into WCKD headquarters. He’s thinking, but he’s not thinking. He lets his body take over, he smashes through glass windows and knocks out guards with the butt of his gun, he busts down metal doors and screams your name down the fluorescent white and blue halls.
He yells himself hoarse. He and Newt come to a T shape in the seemingly never-ending hallways. Newt yells for them to take one each, and Thomas barrels down the right one, his heart pounding in his ears. He peers through big glass windows, sees machines and medical carts and computers, but no you. He’s starting to feel desperate. He’s starting to feel like he might kill someone just to find you. His legs feel numb. Then,
“Thomas! I’ve got her!”
Thomas runs faster than he’s ever run before. Twists on his heel and very nearly breaks his ankle, but goes sprinting the way he came, and down the hallway Newt took. Hope and guilt and desperation and regret surge through his body like electricity in his veins. He’s running so fast, so blind with hope, that he almost slams right into Newt. His friend grabs his elbow.
“Woah.” He’s breathing hard. But he’s smiling. “She’s okay, Tom.”
And then you appear as if out of nowhere, stepping out from behind Newt like an angel in a fiery, burning hot hell. You look pale. You look weak. You’re in a hospital gown and no shoes. There’s a big bruise in the crook of your elbow and your lips are cracked. But you’re here. He doesn’t want to sound like a loser, but Thomas could cry buckets right now.
“Y/N,” he says. He doesn’t sound like himself. Doesn’t feel like himself. He feels as if he’s standing watching the scene as merely an observer. It’s an odd feeling, an out of body experience.
“Thomas,” you say, and the relief in your tone breaks his heart into a million little pieces that seem to spill out onto the floor in front of him.
Thomas surges for you. He scoops you into a hug so tight it’s sure to bruise, which is stupid, but he isn’t thinking straight, and you squeeze him just as hard, anyway. You fling your arms around his neck and keep them there. Thomas doesn’t know what to do with his hands. They’re everywhere — your hair, your back, your neck — it’s like he’s worried you’ll slip away, or worried you’re merely a ghost of the girl he loves. The fabric of your hospital gown is starchy and foreign in his hands, but you’re warm and soft and familiar underneath it all.
“I’m sorry,” he says. He’s crying now, and Newt’s right there watching the whole thing, but Thomas doesn’t care. His heart hammers faster than light. Or is that your heart? He can’t tell, you’re pressed so tight to him they may as well be the same. “I’m so sorry.”
You shake your head hard where it’s buried in his neck. You’re crying too, he feels your warm tears sticky on his skin. “Don’t. Don’t say that. I’m okay, Tom.” Your hand is in his hair, stroking him gently like he’s the one who’d been kidnapped, not you. “It’s not your fault.”
Thomas blinks away hot, hot tears. They blur his vision. His ears are ringing, or is than an alarm somewhere blaring in the distance? He can’t tell, it doesn’t matter, he’s got you now and he’s never letting go.
Newt says something but neither of you hear him. You’re too busy coveting the hair at the nape of Thomas’ neck, and he’s too busy running his hands over the planes of your back as if memorising them. Newt tries again, louder.
“We have to go now!” he shouts, gripping Thomas’ shoulder.
Thomas pulls back, blinking rapidly. His ears finally stop ringing, only for them to pick up something worse, gunshots and yelling coming from somewhere too close, followed by thundering footsteps. He curses and takes your shoulders in two rough hands. Just be strong for a little longer, his touch says.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you again. Guilt and sincerity roll into one to ache like a wound over his heart. “We have to go now, sweetheart. We’re gonna find Minho and get you the hell out of here. Can you walk?”
He’s willing to carry you if you have to. But you nod and grab his hand fiercely. The three of you take off down the hallway and Thomas decides he’s never, ever, letting you go again.
Chains and Love
Stiles Stilinski x Werewolf!F!Reader
Summary: It’s almost your first full moon as a werewolf, and Stiles tries to help by chaining you up, not realizing that both of you actually enjoy it.
(Inspo from a scene in the tv-show. S4 EP4)
smut !!!
words: 2,719
warnings, tags & ff below!
a/n: 2014 dylan o’brien you are so dear to me. maze runner fandom CAN YOU HEAR ME? anyways. you and thomas are cuties together.
tmr!thomas x reader, 703 words ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
You find Thomas residing in one of the ships main areas.
It’s a place unanimously coined for map-considering and plan-making, and in the last six months, you’ve all spent countless sleepless nights in its confines. The mission to rescue Minho from WCKD is only days away, and Thomas comes in here to rove over everything more and more as the date grows closer.
You couldn’t blame him for being nervous if you tried. You’ve been planning this rescue mission for half a year, and though it’s solid, anything could go wrong.
But it doesn’t matter. It’s now or never, all or nothing. Thomas just hopes it’s enough.
His back is to you as you approach, and the blue shirt he adorns is only a shade darker than the long-sleeved one worn in the maze. It all seems distant, now. Like both the maze and the two people you were inside of it existed a lifetime ago.
It sure feels like you’ve known each other for that long. A lifetime.
Thomas proves it when he’s brought out of his head by your footsteps and he doesn’t have to look to see who it is. He turns as you approach, concentrated expression crumbling into something much softer at the sight of you.
“Hey,” he greets.
“Hi,” you smile up at him. It makes his heart do that funny flutter, and when you move to stand into the little pocket of his side, his hand comes to rest on the small of your back.
Soothing. The heat of it presses past your shirt, radiating through the rest of your skin and it makes you dizzy. You push through, glancing between the strewn about papers on the table and him.
“Hiding?”
“No,” A shake of his head. “No, just… making sure.”
His voice takes on that very special tone reserved only for you. You’re not sure if he does it on purpose, but you’ll never bring it up. Because you really, really don’t want him to stop using it.
You hum, gaze shifting onto a map of WCKD’s train routes; Though you seem more interested in Thomas (He relishes in it). “How long’ve you been in here?”
“Uh,” He checks his watch, doing a poor job of hiding his surprise when seeing the time. His voice rises in pitch, and it tells on him. “Not that long.”
You nudge him with your hip. “You should get some sun. Get something to eat.”
“I ate before I came.”
“Well, you should eat again.”
“Okay, slim it,” he says, and a laugh escapes him before he registers it. It’s been a while since he’s done that — and it feels good. It feels good that someone worries about him, too.
He doesn’t mind worrying for everyone else, but sometimes it all piles up. Alby. Chuck. Teresa. It’s easy — in the midst of it all — to feel alone. He feels a surge of affection for you, remembering that you’re here. That you’ve got his back.
He slings an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer and kisses your hair. “Thanks for checking on me.”
Before you can think of a response he checks his watch again, this time with his brows furrowing at it. It morphs his expression into something that makes him look unreasonably pretty. You want to reach your thumb to smooth out the crease that’s formed between them. “Hey, don’t you have welding practice with Newt?”
You smile at him again — this time for knowing your schedule. “Yeah, I do. You should come, Thomas.”
Something familiar licks up his spine at your mention of his name. It’s not a nickname, and it’s not tangibly different from how anyone else says it; But heat pools in his belly all the same. Maybe it’s part of why he agrees so quickly.
“Yeah, okay. I will. You go ahead though, I’ll catch up.”
You don’t try and hide you’re glad he’s going, and it makes his heart do that funny thing again. A playful twinkle dances in your eyes. He’s glad to see it.
“You better.” You throw obvious sarcasm on your sentence. “Be quick, Greenie.”
A twitch of his lips. He nudges your hip with his own. “Get outta here.”
I would absolutely LOVE to request a buzzcut stiles smut omg😭
If you are comfortable and if this is not too much detail could you write something about Stiles being insecure of his buzzcut thinking it makes him unattractive but when he tells his other bsf/reader she’s like flabbergasted and tells him how hot it makes him and it makes him all cocky. Then he’d probably like ask her is she’s serious and when she says yes finally act on his feelings. Maybe soft smut? If that is okay
HALLELUIAH YES GAWDDDD i love this sm omg
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stiles frowns at his reflection. scott is ranting in the school bathroom again, but it's all stuff stiles has already heard before and he's distracted anyway. he runs an absent hand over his short hair before following a still-rambling scott out of the bathroom and down the hall.
it's been getting on his nerves lately, how slow his hair is growing. he thought it was pretty cool at first, until he was slapped in the face with the reality of his best friend getting girls left and right and leaving stiles completely dry. not that it's scott's fault- he's just easy to get jealous of with this kind of thing.
"dude, are you even listening?" scott abruptly stops and whirls on stiles. "you've been dead silent for, like, three minutes."
"yeah, i heard you. but it's a little hard to care about your girlfriend strife when she actively wants to sleep with you. speaking of,"
allison is leaning against a locker, watching scott with a dreamy look. she waves and smiles softly, leaving scott to return the smile-wave combo with a lot less charisma.
"listen," stiles sighs, trying to keep the bite of envy out of his tone, "you probably just need to talk to her. girls love confidence. just, i dunno," he waves wildly with his hands. "do that."
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