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while the content is bleak, the destination is pretty! (almost done with ew msq pls pray for me)
#ffxiv#ffxiv wol#g'raha tia#g'raha/wol#osha#every quest i find him in poses begging to be g'd up#legitimately going to start tagging them rasha LMAO#rasha#:)
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tmr thomas x fem!reader smut where they're a couple, make it to the safe haven and they've been trying to have their first time together but they keep getting interupted until one day when they finally can.
and its just fluffy n stuff
𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 - thomas (t.m.r.) x reader
complete masterlist | the maze runner masterlist
words || 𝟛.𝟚𝕜
summary || in which the reader and thomas try to have their first time together - but keep getting interrupted
a/n || i have not read/watched the maze runner in forever
➵ i hope you like this @marmar-c it was a fun request and apologies for how long it took to come out
➵ 18+/MDNI content, individual warning below the cut
➵ not edited (yet)
➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!
warnings || fluff/smut
➵ unprotected p.i.v.
➵ orgasm denial (because of interruptions)
➵ oral (m receiving)
➵ handjob
➵ cum (tell me if i miss anything)
thomas was an early riser - whether it be to get an early head start on the maze in the past, or simply to enjoy the solitude that morning bought when he wasn't bombarded with the onslaught that were the other gladers - their fights, loud voices and boisterous actions.
now, though, he didn't enjoy them alone. instead, he would make the short trek out of his room to the adjacent one of his girlfriend, where he'd always find her sleeping soundly, curled up under her covers, even in warm weather.
he'd close the curtains for her if she'd forgotten, to shield her from the upcoming sunlight, and would choose whichever side she was less splayed across - a feat, as she really enjoyed stretching her body to its limit to fit each crevice of her bed - before slipping in beside her.
he'd take a moment to appreciate the soft, warm feel of her flesh against his own - usually bare or only lightly-clad - chest, wrapping a large hand over her midsection, and pushing her hair away from her pillow gently, greeted by a whiff of a distinctly sweet, almost floral scent.
he wouldn't sleep - he usually couldn't, once he'd already awoken - so, he'd allow his breaths to slow to match hers, he'd allow his muscles to relax against her, and allow his eyes to close, focusing on the effects on his other senses.
she could tell when he'd come, as the skin of her midsection would grow warmer, and she'd feel the back of her calves and feet entangle with another's. she wouldn't allow her eyes to open just yet, but would turn over to face him, wrapping her own arm around him. he felt so hot against her - a goddamn furnace - and she brings her head up so her nose grazes his own.
"hey." he mumbles, a whisper in the space between them
"g'd morning." she mumbles back, not moving her lips much and leaving her words a bit garbled. she brings a hand to her eyes to rub them, willing them open and hoping she didn't look too groggy.
she did, of course, making thomas exhale a laugh.
"you're so cute," she smiles, knowing that he's not being sarcastic.
"why, thank you." it's a jokingly dramatic response, and she finally pulls herself up a little, smoothing her hair and rubbing her eyes, "what time is it?"
"too early," he answers, pulling her back down. she laughs at the aggressive action, pulling away from him just slightly in order to look at him.
he always looked his best like this: still-there bed-hair and that morning calmness that came with no impending responsibilities. it was a good look on him, and she makes this clear, tilting up just slightly in order to bring her lips to his.
it's soft - but only for a moment - before a sense of desperation weaves through the both of them and, suddenly, she's gripping his biceps and he the flimsy material of her sleep-shirt bunched around her waist.
they didn't get many moments alone like this, but that worry that someone may walk in on them had stopped them from going much further than any above-the-clothes touching. besides, their lives had been so hectic until now that the simple pleasures of life were things they hadn't completely learned.
today, though, the throbbing between both of their thighs: her at his firm grip and him at her swallowed moans, had culminated in that lesson being necessary. her hand ventured down his torso, settling on the waistband of his trousers, not even bothering to take them off, and slowly reaching her fingers under them, feeling his warm cock jolt at her touch.
he detached from her, his head thrown back as he attempted to be quiet.
"fuck, baby-" he's got this apprehensive look in his eyes, but she needs this so much, letting her hands gently squeeze and release.
"please? please, lemme make you feel good - i just-" she doesn't finish, cut off by his vigorous agreement. smirking, she uses both her hands to grip his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his cock to her. she traces her fingers up and down his length, feeling the telltale sign of his arousal on and over his tip. his shaky breaths right by her ears spur her hands to move just that bit faster. she's tempted to slip the covers off of them and go the whole way for the first time, and his lips on her neck to subdue his noises were definitely not deterring her from that plan.
what did deter her, however, was the sharp knock on the door, causing her to wrench her hand away and squeak in shock, as thomas attempts to not lose the friction of her hands, his hips bucking as he tried to chase the feeling.
"is thomas in there?" minho's voice is muffled, but obvious, through the door, as thomas's head tips backwards, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
"yeah - yeah, minho. s'everything alright?" she says it back, her hand still suspended in the air, embarrassed at being interrupted.
"breakfast's ready - get it while it's hot!" another voice - a female voice - shouts through the door in a way where it's obvious she's walking away - going to eat, presumably. she finally lets her tense muscles relax in the knowledge that it's not an emergency. she's almost inclined to slip her hand back under and finish the job, and when she looks over at her boyfriend, he seems incredibly interested in the idea, but a better plan springs to her head.
"we should get going, baby. they'll get suspicious." it's a meek excuse, but it's solidified by her rising from bed, causing him to groan, and follow her lead, pulling his clothes over himself.
blue balls didn't even begin to describe the tension that coiled in his muscles as he meekly sat down across from minho. he felt as though every sense was heightened, like when he'd jumped at a quiet clatter from inside the kitchen. his friends all watched over his antsy behavior, unsure of the reason for it.
on the other hand, his girlfriend - sat next to him - knew exactly what was wrong, and she used it to her advantage, by being more touchy than usual. a hand on his arm, or around his shoulders, or on his chest as she rose to get some water. it's like she'd left hand-prints in his already warm skin. it came to a head when the hand she'd already precariously been resting on his knee started venturing higher, trailing along the inseam of his pants.
he tries, god, he tries to ignore it, but it's all too much when her finger finally rests over the head of his cock, her palm encompassing him.
he chokes on his sip of water, causing it to spill all over him, and minho's eyebrows immediately furrow.
"you alright, man?" her hand's out from under the table, and is resting on his bicep.
"yeah, babe, are you feeling okay?" he glares at her, jaw clenched and eyes narrow. she looks back up at him innocently, though he can see the ghost of a devilish smile dance on her lips.
"'m'fine. just gonna go change." his food is practically untouched as he raises from his seat, hoping his situation isn't particularly obvious, as he heads back in the direction of his place. minho turns to her, a bit confused by the abrupt nature of his actions.
"'s'he okay?" she shrugs.
"maybe he slept wrong?" she pauses, contemplative, before raising up as well, "i'll go check on him." minho watches as she walks off as well, still a bit confused, before turning to gally, sat a bit away from him, who had an almost sour expression on his face.
"what's wrong?" why was everyone acting so weird today? minho thought, as gally looks at him incredulously, shocked he doesn't realize what was happening between the couple.
"you-? you know what, it's nothing. don't worry about it." it's dismissive, but minho shrugs his shoulders, figuring it was, in face, nothing.
in that time, she's knocking on his door, and, as soon as he realizes who it is he pulls her in, pushing her until she's facing his bed.
"fuck, what're you doing?" she mumbles, and he sighs.
"finishing what you started, baby." she smiles, looking back at him, before turning around.
"well, if you wanna finish, let's start here-" she lowers to her knees in front of him, and his head rolls back at the sight of her in the position. her fingers greedily clutch at his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down in one motion.
he's aching, she can see it in the way his cock's pulsing, as she takes him in her palm, slowly - tortuously - stroking him as his hands weave through her hair. she can feel the lightest push against her head - to the point where he probably didn't even realize the action - and succumbed to his untold request, moving her head forward to gently wrap her lips around his tip.
"just - shit, just like that, baby." her tongue traces his head, as low moans escape him. she hums around him - something akin to a 'thank you', but all it translates to is increased sensation on his cock. his head tips back at the feeling, and his hand grips her head a little tighter, pushing her down a little further. she lets him, stilling her movements to focus on his guidance. he moves her head up and down his length, her tongue poking out along its underside, languidly lavishing the area, "you're so good - fuck me, you feel really good-"
he doesn't hesitate to continue praising her, before gently tugging her down and holding her there. immediately, her fingers reach up to grip his thighs, feeling the light - and then more serious gag at the sensation. he takes another moment to appreciate the pretty sight in front of - or under - him, before releasing her, letting her off her cock and allowing her to take deep breaths to account for her lack of oxygen.
"get up here for me, baby." he practically orders, taking her by her arms and helping her up, lightly pushing her against the bed, "first time - i'm not finishing in your mouth." she smiles, whole-heartedly agreeing with his plan, as she felt her own core throb with a need for friction.
he pushes her so that she's sitting on the bed, and, just as he goes to lay her down - there's another knock at the door.
"thomas - you said you'd help with fixing that problem on the east side." it's minho - again - calling thomas for, admittedly, a project he had signed up for the previous week, fixing some construction issue or something on the east side of the haven. admittedly, it'd seemed important work - until now, "we needa fix it quick, man - apparently it's gotten worse." thomas is literally stopped in his tracks, until she taps on his thighs, about chest level with her, essentially reminding him to get ready instead of staying still.
"c'mon, baby - go on." she mumbles, as she also rises, pulling her hair back. she waits as he gets ready, leaving the room and greeting minho - with a tone of voice that is a little distraught - making her smile.
on the other side of the door, minho's a little exasperated.
"how long does it take to change?" thomas looks confused, before remembering his lackluster excuse, and coughing.
"i - just tell me what the issue is, yeah?"
over the day, she'd continued with her own work, as thomas had continued with his. of course, both of them had been a bit distracted the whole day - unable to exactly focus when remembering what was waiting for them back home. their states were obviously noticed by the people around them - with both their friends stepping around them with quirked eyebrows or concerned impressions.
finally - believing he might actually be feeling ill - minho simply shrugs, telling thomas that maybe it'd be best he go back to his and sleep the day off. thomas was a little hesitant, but finally agreed - he wasn't exactly the biggest help in this state.
as he headed back, he swung by where she was, muttering a quick greeting to the others also working. she'd been taking a small break to clear her head of - well, the person now standing in front of her. her face lights up at the sight of him, wrapping him in a hug - though he's a little sweaty from his work earlier. one of her friends, in a similar manner to minho, urges her to head on home, and to pick up again the next day - a offer that she almost meekly accepts.
finally, the both of them are walking back towards her place.
she's got a bit of a pep in her step, and it makes him smile, his muscles aching - from his work, or from this morning, he wasn't sure - yet he knows exactly where her energy's coming from. she steps into her place, and he's right on her heels, pushing against her back as she laughs, trying to slip her shoes off as his hands relentlessly wander her body. finally, as she rises, she grabs his loose shirt, pulling him into her, capturing his lips against hers. he smiles into her mouth, and she hums contently - having a distinct feeling that it was the day they'd actually go all the way. her hands trail under his shirt until she pushes off of him for a moment, grabbing the bottom of the shirt and pulling it up and off of him. he smirks at her eagerness, but before he can make a dumb comment, her hands are at his trousers, gently tugging them down his legs. his hands join hers without a second thought, helping her get them the rest of the way down.
she can see him, hard against his boxers, and, after pushing him so he's laying down on her bed, she appreciates the way he looks - a little desperate, a lot pretty. he reaches for her hips, but she steps back, and a strange - almost garbled - whisper of indignation leaves his lips. it makes her lips quirk into a smirk, as she slowly begins taking her clothes off - each with weighty effort and a teasing smile. it doesn't defer him - as his eyes follow her movements greedily - but it definitely piques his excitement much more effectively when she finally places her thighs on either side of him, straddling his own. his hands reach up to grip her hips, guiding them down to rub against him, enjoying the slight buck of her hips, and the small noises leaving her mouth.
finally, she pulls his last article of clothing off, procuring his cock - thick and heavy - in her hand, languidly stroking him, causing his grip to tighten. she smiles against him, contemplating teasing him further but, feeling her own need, she decides against it, choosing to sit up a little higher on her knees instead.
"ready?" she mumbles looking down at his length as she attempts to situate herself correctly. maintaining her balance as she does, he hums in response, nodding as much as he can while keeping his eyes glued to her face. he can see the slight stress occur to her when she feels his cock against her, and he rubs his fingers against her lightly.
"'re you - want me to help?" she thinks he's asking if she needs to be taken care of and - though it wouldn't hurt - she's too desperate to finally feel him inside her to wait much longer.
"n-no, i wanna feel you, now." the admission makes him exhale lowly, appreciating her appreciation, and he lifts her ass up to help her hover over his cock. she can feel his head at her entrance so, taking a deep breath, she sinks down.
she's watching his anticipatory face fall into one of pleasure, and he's watching the same occur on hers - but there's that hint of discomfort that she desperately trying to ignore, stilling as her ass reaches his hips and attempting to adjust.
"'re you okay, baby?" he's massaging the expanse of her thighs and hips, trying to focus on the fucking amazing feeling of her, but also on relieving as much of the pain as he can. she's got a light wince on her face as she nods through gritted teeth.
"yeah - fuck, yeah - just give me a minute." he reassures her with short mumbles and loving phrases, hoping it was doing something to help. after another couple of moments, she breathes deeply, nodding at him lightly, before gently placing her hands against his shoulders.
she pushes up using her thighs, not loving the feeling of emptiness, in that half moment, before she sunk back onto him, releasing a small, gasping moan at the sensation. he looks up at her as she slowly repeats the action, grunting at the feeling of her cunt around him. she looked good like this, situated over him, desperately trying to both make him feel good, as well as to chase the newly-realized sensation she was also experiencing. wanting to return the favor, he grabs the bottoms of her thighs, easing her effort and pulling and pushing her with just that bit of fervor that forced him deeper inside her. she could feel him brushing against something that was making her twitch, her head falling back at the sensation as she tries to muffle her moans with one of her hands. unable to comprehend the feeling alongside moving her thighs, she slows her pace, but he didn't.
he pulls her to be situated with her face over his, hands more tightly clutching his shoulders, before he begins thrusting up into her with the newfound space. he keenly watches her face fall into a shocked pleasure, a loud moan falling from her lips at the newfound intensity and speed.
"oh my god - baby - fuck -" she's mumbling into the small space between them, desperately trying to explain how good he was making her feel, but the words escaped her, as her mind blanked at the sensation. it's spurring his thrusts on - moving that much faster, that much harder to make her fucked out nature more pronounced. it worked, as evidenced by her loud noises - ones she couldn't even think about trying to keep contained when he was making her feel like this. she can feel the feeling in her core begin to yearn for some sort of release, and she attempts to communicate this to him. it's not a great explanation, but it's more than enough for him.
"please - god, please, cum for me, baby - i want-" he wants to feel her orgasm as much as she does - anticipating the way her body would still, her face would contort, and her cunt would feel around him. she nods desperately, feeling the knot snap as the sensation of her orgasm washes over her, making her cry out over him.
he watches her, and it's as pretty as he thought it'd be: her mouth falling open and brows furrowing, her muscles tensing, and her cunt fluttering around his cock.
the feeling prompts his own orgasm as, after a few thrusts, he's pulling out of her, his cum glazing her stomach as a low groan escapes him. she gently sits back against his thighs, taking a moment to collect herself and catch her breath, as he does the same.
finally, she pushes off of him, reaching the bathroom to take a shower. he follows her after a moment, gently placing a kiss to her head.
"that was - was good." she hums in agreement, letting the water run behind them.
they both failed to realize the acoustics of the area, not realizing that the noises of their coupling had reached some of the others - maybe most notably, minho.
he sits, red faced, eyes wide. when gally notices his expression, he laughs.
"see what i mean?"
#tmr thomas#tmr thomas oneshot#thomas x reader#thomas oneshot#thomas imagine#thomas smut#thomas fluff#the maze runner#the maze runner oneshot#dylan o'brien#interruptions
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Of course Prince Harrington is just another brat. Brought up spoiled rotten and without ever touching the dirt and blood the real world outside of palaces and lush gardens has to offer.
"I don't know why my father thinks you have to protect me," he bitches. "And can we call it a fucking day? It's already pretty dark and we'll reach Hawkins tomorrow."
Billy rolls his eyes. As if the Prince is able to fight what lurks behind the trees. He has probably never seen a spider monster or Demodog. Billy has the scars to prove that reality hurts.
It's not his usual work. Escorting royalty.
Billy is a mercenary. A sword you can buy, a tool to use if you've got enough coin. He knows most people hate him or are scared of him, most people think of him as scum except when they need him.
But apparently a lot of the Kingsguard were killed by the Demogorgon. Desperate times, even for rich people, but at least the pay is good.
"C'mon, it's time for dinner," Harrington says again. It's a luxury to have regular meals, but he doesn't know that. For him it's normal.
Camaro neighs as if to agree. What a traitor.
Billy wishes he'd already have enough coin to leave for California, to finally see the ocean again. But no, he's still stuck in Indiana doing whatever contract he can find, after Neil fucked him over and took most of his money.
Camaro stops at a clearing. Billy hears water running nearby. He sighs. If his horse agrees with the Prince, it's probably time to stop.
He slips Camaro half of the carrot, the last piece of food he has on himself. He's getting paid once they arrive in Hawkins. Times are tough, so Camaro and him eat the same shit. Doesn't matter as long as he gets to leave some day.
He starts to make a fire. Doesn't want Harrington to moan about getting cold next.
When the flames begin to shine bright and orange, eating their way through the wood, the darkness of the night is already surrounding them.
Harrington points at the log of wood he's sitting on.
Billy chews on the carrot and stares at the Prince.
"Do you want some cheese?" Harrington asks. He digs through his bag, pulling out different cheeses, a loaf of bread and a few dried meats.
The few noblemen Billy escorted in the past never asked. Never shared. Didn't even talk to him, if it wasn't necessary.
Billy raises a brow. Maybe this is a joke? Like when he was little and Neil showed him his dinner and fed it to the pigs instead to Billy.
"It's r'ly g'd," Harrington says, cheeks already stuffed full. He holds out a piece of bread.
Billy's stomach growls. Fuck it. He takes the bread and sits down next to Harrington. He's wearing expensive fabrics underneath his masterfully crafted coat. Billy's own armor is covered in scratches and dents.
He groans. The bread is delicious. Harrington shares everything with him. The cheese is strong, melting on his tongue. He hasn't realized how hungry he had been.
"Thanks," he mumbles.
"I don't know how you do it," Harrington says. "The whole day on horseback. My ass is so sore! What about yours?"
Billy fights back a laugh. The last time his ass hurt was after a visit to Heather's brothel. She knows his preferences and stayed silent, sending her hottest men to his room whenever he's in town.
"You get used to it." It's not really a lie. The riding Billy got used to. The loneliness? Not really. He's glad he's got Camaro. Better a horse as a friend than none.
"A toast to your firm ass then." Harrington grins at him, eyes twinkling. He hands Billy a wineskin.
He's pretty, Billy thinks. Big brown eyes, fluffy hair. He wonders if it feels as soft as it looks. Probably, with the fancy soap he smells like.
"Cheers." He takes a sip from the wine. It's better not to think about it. This is just a job after all.
Harrington's knee bumps against his. He doesn't move away.
When they lay down on the bedrolls, Billy listens to the cackling fire and watches the stars shining bright above him.
"I'm cold," Harrington groans.
Billy knows he shouldn't. No fucking way the Prince is cold. His blanket must be way better material than Billy's.
"Come over then," he hears himself say.
Harrington doesn't hesitate. Suddenly warm arms are around Billy's chest. The Prince's breath ghosts over his ear.
Billy turns his face around. Harrington's lips are right there, soft and hot against his own.
Maybe it's not the worst job he has ever taken.
#come on guys#prince harrington#i mean#they both know their way around a sword#camaro the horse can you see it#harringrove#billy x steve#billy hargrove#harringrove ficlet#steve x billy#tw food issues#tw child abuse
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It's not even really a controversial feminist statement to say that (afab) girlhood is traumatic. There are so many pieces of both feminist academic work and also feminist pieces of horror that explore the terrors of afab childhood / puberty. But the second a trans man relates? The second a trans man says "girlhood was traumatic for me in those ways and also in these ways because of my trans identity"? The second someone of The Bad Gender understands?
It's "Girlhood is beautiful! Girlhood is a gift! Girlhood is wonderful why didn't you enjoy it? There's something wrong with you. You just did it wrong. You're wrong. How could you find the G'd Given Gift Of Young Womanhood Traumatic?"
I know where it comes from but the amount of cognitive dissonance it takes people to get there drives my autistic ass up a fucking wall.
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Jor-El becoming more G'd up with every iteration.
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NSFT Prompt list (cause I fuckin love this list)
Ryan/Carter~
3, 17, 39, 62, 74
I'm already obsessed. These are my BOYS and I LOVE THEM. Okay!
3 - Sitting in lap, 17 - Wax play, 39 - Intoxication/Drugged, 74 - With people in the other room
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3 - Sitting in lap
Listen, it's been said before and Ryan will say it a dozen damn times, Carter is his. Carter is Ryan's to love and care for and fuck and send to wherever it is Carter goes when Ryan fucks him just right. Carter doesn't belong to the Aquabase, to Operation Lightspeed, to Captain Mitchell, or to the team. Carter belongs to Ryan and Ryan alone.
So, when the cute new intern in Ms. Fairweather's department starts trying to encroach on what isn't hers, well... Let's just say that Ryan's not happy.
Amber Lake comes closer to the Ranger table, arm in arm with Carter, who never knew when to say no comfortably. Ryan can see Carter is extremely uncomfortable but making a valiant effort to hide it. Ryan raises an eyebrow when Carter meets his eyes. The fuck are you doing?
She wouldn't leave me alone, Carter's face says. Ryan resolves to immediately fix that. The moment they reach the table, Carter excuses himself to get to the empty space left for him between Ryan and Kelsey. Ryan flashes a smile at his boyfriend and as Carter pulls out the chair, Ryan grabs his wrist and tugs.
Carter makes a little noise of shock as he's yanked. He's perfectly safe, Ryan always makes sure, so it's the shock of it more than fear but- His thoughts come to a full stop as he lands right on Ryan's lap. Carter stares for a moment, meeting smugly satisfied emerald with shocked and flustered sapphire. "Hi," he breathes, soft and short circuited.
Ryan smirks over the background laughter and giggles from Carter's fellow Rangers. "Hi," he says back. "Come here often?" he teases.
Carter makes an embarrassed noise, face flushing pink-red, and drops his head to Ryan's shoulder, hiding against his skin. It's not all that bad, all things considered. Ryan wraps one arm around Carter's waist to keep him steady, and stares at the intern proudly as she turns and flees the room.
Good, he thinks, satisfied. Mine.
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17 - Wax play
Carter startles as the heat drips onto his skin again, the pain hitting a few moments later. He whines, squirming against the pain. "Please," he whispers.
Ryan chuckles from above him. Maybe above him, Carter can't tell through the blindfold. "Not yet," Ryan says. "Almost done."
Carter whines again, equal parts protesting and hopeful. He tries to settle and wait. The next stream of wax descends. Carter hisses through a moan.
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39 - Intoxicated/Drugged
Carter's movements are sluggish and slow, thoughts like syrup. He lays prone on the bed, eyelids fluttering and fingers twitching.
"Baby boy," Ryan draws.
Carter mumbles something under his breath, slowly turning his head. His eyes are foggy. Ryan feels himself grow harder. He hadn't known that was even possible. He feels like he could pound nails. Ryan prowls across the room, slow and steady like a predator. "Pretty boy," he says to see the blush Carter sports. He grins as the pink flush crawls across Carter's nose.
"S'r?" Carter slurs, "B'in' g'd?"
Ryan's heart thumps harder in his chest, eyes growing misty. Such a good boy, so worried about being Ryan's good boy even when he's drugged up. He throws one arm over Carter's body, bracing his weight on his hands that are on either side of Carter's body. Ryan leans over, waits for Carter to meet his eyes again, focus on him beyond the haze in his mind. "The best," Ryan assures Carter once he's got Red's attention. "My good boy," he murmurs, leaning down to capture Carter's lips.
Carter whimpers, little moans floating up through his lips. Ryan smiles into the kiss. He's on cloud nine.
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74 - With people in the other room
Carter's moan is muffled against Ryan's hand as Ryan shoves into him once more. Another muffled cry as Ryan nails his prostate. "Sir," he begs, "please!"
Ryan chuckles. "Shh," he warns softly. "Don't want the others to know what's going on, do you?"
Carter whines. No, he doesn't, but if it keeps Ryan hitting that spot inside him, he'll let Ryan do anything he wants. Ryan pulls back and thrusts in, draw a series of whimpers from Carter's throat.
"Please, please, please," Carter begs. "'M close, please."
Ryan nails his prostate again and pressed his forehead to Carter's back, between his shoulder blades. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, do it."
Carter whimpers, moans muffled by the hand Ryan's clamps over his mouth. He hangs his head, exhausted and riding the aftershocks. He can feel the smile Ryan presses to his skin.
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Thank you! @estel-eruantien
#power rangers#power rangers lightspeed rescue#ask#mutuals#estel eruantien#thanks estel!#(seriously thank you dude)#nsft#ask game#nsft prompts#smut prompt#prompt list#ryan mitchel#carter grayson#ryan mitchel/carter grayson
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Had to light one for the gang
Had to light one for the, had to light one for the
Had to light one for the gang
Had to light one for the, had to light one for the
G'd damn, I'm feeling sexy
Four pints in the, four pints in the
Four pints in my backseat
Let me pour one up, let me pull this over
I just pulled up SRT, I just hit my peak
I got millions in that shh, millions in that, hold up
I got millions in the bank, I just bought a tank
I got ice up in my eyes, got them hoes to thank
Yeah, it's heartbreak, shorty
But now I pull up in a, now I pull up in a
Now I pull up in a 'Rari
Talk like I can't get bigger, sip like I can't get sicker
Swervin' without that liquor, I'm drunk off life, go figure
Freestyle like I'm with Tigger, check my receipt, just spent a
Hundred thousand for the chain
I light it up so I, I light it up so I
So I don't feel no pain
My main bitch always with me, she always say I'm pretty
Yeah, woke up feelin' glamorous
Yeah, pull up in that mammoth truck
Yeah, Balenci' with the hammer tucked
Bitch, fuck off with them cameras
G'd damn, I got too, I done got too high
Yeah, rose up from the dead, now I touched the sky
Yeah, I'm not tryna, uh, I'm not tryna die
I just told my lean hello and the pain goodbye
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Had to light one for the gang
Had to light one for the, had to light one for the
Had to light one for the gang
Had to light one for the, had to light one for the
G'd damn, I'm feeling sexy
Four pints in the, four pints in the
Four pints in my backseat
Let me pour one up, let me pull this over
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"Baby shark"
Into the final week in the #FearOfMu21c project, crowdsourcing the greatest singles of the 21st century. Here’s an index post. And here's one with as many nominations (1) as the entire Ed Sheeran catalogue.
Baby shark - Pinkfong
Throughout this list, I've commented on the techniques of song writing. A good pop song is catchy and memorable and has hooks. A great pop song will use its limited time to go somewhere unexpected. A good song will convey its message; a great song will leave us in no doubt about its meaning. A good song will want to be heard; a great song demands to be heard again.
"Baby shark" is a great song.
"Baby shark" grew out of a campfire song, popular amongst the young people of Korea. The original writers have been lost to time, we do know that versions of the song were around in the late 20th century. Alemuel had a decent hit in 2007 with "Kleiner Hai", a German-language tale of a small shark that grew up and ate a diver. Other translations were made and released in the following years.
Back in Seoul, SmartStudy was founded in 2010. The media company released classic nursery and playground songs from their culture, crafts, puppet videos, and a collection of animations for children. With a pink fox mascot, the Pinkfong brand of animations and phone apps was successful in south-east Asia.
And then the Pinkfong company recorded "Baby Shark". It was successful in the original version, and a "dance version" of the video turned into a phenomenal success, the original clip has been seen an average of one-and-a-half times by every person on the planet.
"Baby shark" is remarkable in many other ways. For instance, it uses a tremendously restricted vocabulary. Eighteen words would be an unremarkable clause in a Lorde song, or a short album title for Fiona Apple. "Baby shark" uses precisely 18 words. Total. Across the entire song, just 18 words.
The song is written in G-major, with a change to C-major for the final stanza - two of the most common musical keys in pop music. To sing "Baby shark", you need a range of just half an octave, so even the worst voice can sing it reasonably (compare with other well-known tunes with minimal range: "Too many broken hearts", "G'd save the queen").
Lyrically, the song tells a story and circles back upon itself: it introduces the participants, encourages us care about them, takes them on a literal journey, and resolves it, imploring us to set out again.
Whether we like it or not, "Baby shark" has become an absolute staple of the pop charts. It's in the top 60 most-streamed music tracks almost every week of the year, and has gone from utter obscurity to something everyone knows.
"Baby shark" is the biggest cultural moment of the past ten years, and fully deserving a nomination for the century's Best 50 Songs. (But just the one.)
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my own Vent poem (as in, a poem about Vent) is making me tear up to read. I hate this. I hate this. It feels like suddenly getting evicted after seven fucking years of empty threats that the house was about to collapse in upon itself.
I can't say how appreciative I am that Jamie is trying to bring it back to something similar (but not the same). And G'd, I hope he succeeds. But it feels like rights to my house are being dangled in front of my face and I have no opportunity to grab the papers for myself. I'm just sitting here, relying entirely on faith, getting my hopes up.
Vent is my home. I know that's silly to people who weren't on it, but the vast majority of users on that app use Vent almost exclusively. I'm not active on literally any other social media to the extent that I am on Vent. I've put everything there. Virtually all of my friends have some connection to Vent. I'm losing a social media app just as much as I'm losing a major part of my identity.
I started using Vent when I was freshly 15, and now I'm recently 22. I spent about 1/3rd of my life there. Since my second semester of high school and until my last semester of my undergrad. Basically my entire adolescence, for better or for worse.
It feels like I'm being forced to "grow up" without warning. Getting kicked out of the nest.
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im curiohs you write rlly good dirty talk 😤😳😳 do you come up with it first when writing or does it just come out as you go 🥴
That's a really good question actually! And the answer is yes? Both? Kind of?
It depends on the fic quite honestly, what comes first, action or words. There have been fics/drabbles I've written solely based on the dirty talk I started with (maybe even a single line of dirty talk I started with) and build a fic up around the words but there are also plenty of fics, I would say the majority, that I have a basic idea and then I write the dirty talk as I flesh the fic out.
For example, the most recent strings of random dirty talk that are floating around in my drafts are:
"If your pillow gets boring, you can use my thigh instead tonight, sweetheart..."
"I have a confession, princess, I was watching you put on that fuckin' outfit through the crack you left in the door, knowing I'd notice the gap. I was only thinking about the fastest way to take that fuckin' outfit off a'you. I wasn't thinking about how good you look now, nah, I was too preoccupied, mmm, sorry, not sorry, sweetheart. You make a man unable to help himself, goddamn."
"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you, brat-? Suddenly calling me Daddy, you fuckin' brat. That wasn't just a slip. You meant to, c'mon now, admit it. Tell Daddy the truth." / "Yes, I- I did it on purpose." / "Yes, what?" / "Yes, Daddy. It... it was on purpose." / "Hmm-mmm, that's right, brat. What were you doing on purpose?" / "I- I was calling you Daddy, Sir…" / "Because-?" / "Because I knew it would turn you on and, uh, and-" / "Keep going." / "And I, I, uh, I really wanted you to break and, y’know-" / "Oh, baby. If you wanted something you shoulda just asked. Tsk tsk. Now Daddy has to punish you, brat."
"Big strong quarterback, oh, poor baby, you gonna beg to get your dick wet? You gonna ask me if you can put your hand up my skirt? You gonna say please real pretty like I want you to?"
"Oh, oohh, g'd-" / "Mmm, baby boy, g'mornin' sweetheart, sorry I didn't wake you sooner but... Daddy just couldn't wait to use his toy. I had to fuckin' start without you. Can't resist this cunt, fuuck-" / "It's- it's fine, Daddy, ah ah ah-!"
Although personally, what I think of as the "best" dirty talk I write usually happens when I really, really am into the idea, with the basics of the fic outlined, but a sudden burst of inspiration will mean that I have to Speed Type to get it all out of my head because I know it will be gone if I don't. A good example of that happening is in "Make Me" on AO3, I think I wrote the bulk of that dirty talk in less than an hour? Then I went back and connected it later with more talking and more actions. I was just Really In A Mood (re: a brat-taming mood lol) and had to write it down. right. then.
So... hopefully that answers your question haha! Thanks for asking <3
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G-Unit - G'D Up [Rap]
G-Unit - G'D Up [Rap]
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