#thomas x you

[theodorelore]

Hey! How are you doing? I saw on your blog that you're up for requests (unless you're not doing that anymore, than that's completely fine!). I was wondering if you could do a Gladers ( it's platonic ofc) x 9 year old female story? Just fluff and stuff, where the gladers start taking care of her a lot. You can start from any point in the Maze Runner timline. Like I said, If you don't have time, you don't have to write this. Have a nice day! :)

- ahh thank you so much for the request!! unfortunately, i don’t write f!readers, but i’m happy to write it gn!, i hope that’s alright:)

- this is loosely based off of the first book

↱ platonic!glader’s x gn!reader

↱ summary: the creators send a child to the glade, chaos insured

↱ cw: mentions of tears and falling out of trees

↱ a/n: thank you so much for the request! i hope you like it:)

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥

the lurching of the metal box was almost enough to make you sick. you couldn’t tell where you were, your back was pressed against a metal wall. you couldn’t see anything, the box you were inside of was pitch black inside, and the only movement of the box was the slight swaying movement.

then it finally stopped, the sudden jolt caused you to slide from where you were against the wall, to the middle of the hard, metal wall. you laid there for a moment, trying to figure out where you were. the only thing you could remember was your name, but nothing else. you had flashes of memories, but no faces or names.

you slowly sat up, your hands touching each side of the box, searching blindly for a way out. you gave up after a moment, realizing that you were stuck. tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, you didn’t know where you were, and you were scared.

after a moment, a loud clank sounded from somewhere above you, and light shined inside the metal box. you had to shield your eyes from the bright light, but you could hear the voices coming from above you.

“is that a child?” someone asked.

“don’t be stupid, they’re too small to be anything else.” another person said.

you moved your hand from your eyes and cautiously looked up. the voices came from a group of boys looking down at you, some looked older, while some younger, but no one looked as young as you.

someone then lowered a rope with a loop at the bottom, so you hesitantly stepped inside of it and held the top of the rope tightly. you were slowly brought up, leaving the metal box behind.

———

your first day in the glade was interesting, to say the least. after the whole “getting pulled out of the box with a bunch of boys who you’ve never met before,” you were in hysterics for quite awhile.

you finally calmed down once the blond boy made everyone go back to work and just sat down with you and explained everything that he knew. he introduced himself as newt.

then you met thomas, who had just arrived about a month before you. he was pretty shy, but you thought he was cool. after thomas, you met gally and minho.

you started to get used to living in the glade, choosing to hang out with newt most of the time, considering that your other options were minho and thomas, both of which would never allow you to enter the maze.

you basically would just walk around with newt while he would go around and monitor what everyone else was doing. he let you run around and go watch other people work, just as long as you told him where you were going and who you were going to be with. you also liked to watch chuck work.

after about a week of being at the glade, you started to wonder why you hadn't started to get the tour of jobs to figure out where you'd work for the remainder of your time there. next time you saw newt, you’d ask him about it.

the next morning, after eating frypan’s great cooking, newt took you to supervise the builders. that was the most boring part of your day, you knew that if he allowed you to get a job, you’d choose to be a cook.

“hey newt?” you asked after a moment of silence, newt had been watching the builders intently, but at the sound of your voice, he turned his head.

“what’s up?” he asked, “are you hungry? we can see if frypan can slip us some scraps.” he stood up, wiping his hands on his pants before giving you a hand to help you up.

“just a little, but that’s not what i was gonna say.”

“oh?” he raised his eyebrow in question, “well, why don’t you tell me on the way to get some food, yeah?”

“sure.”

the two of you walked towards the kitchen and you decide you might as well ask now, “so i know how everyone here has a job, and i was wondering when i get to pick which one i want.”

your question actually stopped newt in his tracks, he turned to you, “you’re too young for a job. and plus, you don’t need one.” he started walking again.

you groaned, “but i want one. can i please get one?” you even tried your puppy dog eyes. unfortunately for you, they never worked with him. only thomas could fall for them.

“why do you even want a job anyway? am i too boring for you?” he asked, so serious that you had to laugh at him.

“i just wanna help around, y’know?”

“what would you even wanna do?” he asked, opening the door to the kitchen for you.

“i wanna help frypan cook.”

“well, i’m sure he’ll help you cook but you aren’t gonna help everyday. deal?”

you hugged him so hard that he let out a soft “hmph”.

———

your favorite time of the day is when thomas and minho get back from running. every time minho sees you, he always gets a stupid smile on his face while he ruffles your hair. thomas likes to get you on his back and likes to run at people while you scream.

it’s even funnier when you convince the three of them to skip work for once and to play tag with you.

somehow, the game of tag turned into hide and seek, and they couldn’t find you for at least a good hour. after that, hide and go seek is banned for the glade. you didn’t understand why, but apparently you had stressed the three of them out to the verge of tears. you’re just too good at the game.

another one of your favorite memories is when minho will tell you stories of the glade. he’s been there a long time, and can tell you lots of different stories about different things. he has to story for everything. you’re sad? we’ll get ready, he has a totally embarrassing story about newt that he’ll share with you. you’re scared? well don’t be, he’s gonna tell you all the good things about the glade.

thomas is the easiest to convince to skip work and play with you. though with him, you once fell out of a tree. you were trying to avoid him making you go to dinner, so you decided the most logical thing to do was to climb a tree.

for a moment, you felt triumphant as you sat atop a tree branch, until it broke and you went crashing to the ground.

you don’t remember much, only thomas’s horrified face looking over yours as he tried to figure out what to do and the tears falling down your face.

you must have passed out, the last thing you remember was newt and minho running towards you and thomas while he tried to shush your tears.

you woke up sometime later, your arm wrapped in a sling with newt’s face standing above you.

“no more climbing trees.”

you cracked a smile, “agreed.”

#platonic x reader #gladers x reader #the maze runner x reader #thomas x reader #thomas x you #thomas x y/n #minho x reader #minho x you #minho x y/n #newt x you #newt x y/n #newt x reader

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello :) can you do a request with modern Thomas again. They play just dance but since she was dumb at dancing in rythm she sing the lyric and Thomas is like « whoa that’s my girl » because he never hear her singing like that before. The music could be one republic. Please. And have a good day/night noon

Hope!!!!! This is literally the cutest idea thank you for requesting love youuuu

sorry if the middle pic is weird lol I just always see short hair in your pfps so I thought why not

Something I Need

Thomas x fem!reader

Notes: Modern AU, I don't think Something I Need is on Just Dance but it's my absolute fav one republic song I LOVE it so I had to use it, Minho is your bestie/no.1 enemy btw

Warnings: language/swearing

It's another late afternoon at Gally and Brenda's place, the light streaming through the window as the sun sinks down.

Most of the gang is slowly arriving for game night, Newt helping Brenda with food as Gally prepares the drinks, while Thomas lounges on the couch watching Ben and Winston fight over control of the music.

"No one wants Taylor Swift, bitch."

"She's good, you uncultured asshat. Give me the remote or I swear-"

The doorbell rings and Thomas rolls off the couch, snorting at his friends' antics.

"Alby!" he greets, the door swinging open to reveal his friend... holding eggs in his bare hands.

Alby rolls his eyes at Thomas' raised eyebrows. "Brenda wanted egg whites to put foam things in the drinks. I didn't want to crush them in my bag."

"Sure," says Thomas, amused.

"Hold the door!"

Thomas turns at your voice, grabbing the handle to stop the door from closing. His face breaks into a wide smile as he sees you.

"Hi," you say, grinning.

"Hey," he responds, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. "It's good to see you."

You giggle, blushing. "Yeah, you too."

"Goddammit," says Minho, behind you in the doorway. "You two are sickening."

You and Thomas had only started dating about a week ago, so you're very much still in the honeymoon phase, much to your friends' discomfort.

"Alright!" you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "What's going on here, everyone looks bored as hell."

"They were waiting for the fun people to show up," says Minho with a smirk.

You walk in down the hallway, saying hi to Brenda and dropping the groceries she'd asked for on the counter.

"If you're so fun, what should we do?" asks Winston.

Minho exchanges a look with you, and grins. "Just Dance," he says.

"Seriously?" huffs Winston.

"Hell yes," you jump in. "I'm gonna beat you this time, Minho."

"Just Dance is lame," groans Ben, from his upside down position on the couch.

"Only cause you suck at it," you fire back. You turn to the rest of the group. "Who's playing?"

"I'm in," says Thomas, followed by Newt and Teresa.

"Who's up first?" asks Minho, scrolling through the songlist.

Teresa jumps in, taking the controller you pass to her.

Minho selects the song, and grabs the second controller for himself. "It's a 3-person dance, you want in Tommy-boy?" he waves the control in Thomas' direction.

"You're on," says Thomas.

You and Newt pile onto the couch to watch beside Ben and Winston, with Alby standing beside you.

Your eyes stay on Thomas and his dancing; awkward and not quite aligning with the character on the screen that he's meant to be matching, but so free and joyful, laughing at Minho and Teresa, and himself too. So cute.

Newt leans over and whispers in your ear. "So we agree Tommy's got no dance skills whatsoever?"

Your eyes are still caught on Thomas, as he turns to smile at you mid-dance. You let out a cheer and clap over-enthusiastically, and he laughs at your support.

"Yeah, he can't dance," you reply fondly.

"I bet you think this is the cutest thing in the world," mutters Newt, raising his brows at you.

You snort. "Yeah, I really do," you say honestly.

The song ends with Thomas almost but not quite beating out Teresa, and Minho with a score so high it's not even funny.

You cheer along with the others, as Thomas and Teresa turn to the couch to swap players. When he gets close enough, you slip a hand behind his neck to bring him closer, and pull him into a long kiss, taking the controller from his hand at the same time.

Everyone collectively groans immediately, but you just pull back and grin. "That was for good luck. Thanks, Tommy."

"Anytime," says Thomas, with a matching grin.

You turn to Newt, who's covering his eyes dramatically, and you yank him up by the arm. "Get up here with me, you're doing this."

Minho holds up his controller. "Who wants to swap-"

"Nope, you're playing another," you cut him off, shooting him a competitive glare.

Minho smirks. "This'll be easy."

"Just pick a song, losers," calls Newt, shaking his head, as if he isn't equally competitive once you start playing.

"One Republic!" you say excitedly, and Minho selects Something I Need from the menu.

The song starts softly, making it easier to keep up with the smooth, slower dance moves. But then the beat kicks in.

"Shit!" you yell, laughing. "Why's it so hard?"

The characters do a twirl on the screen, and Newt trips, cursing loudly.

You start mumbling the lyrics to yourself, to try to keep in time. Then the chorus hits, and you decide screw it.

"You've got something I need", you sing loudly, punching each dance move out to the beat.

You grin to yourself, belting the song and watching your score go up.

Thomas watches from behind you, cheering loudly. She's so damn good.

"Hey, Y/n can sing!" says Teresa, letting out a cheer as you clap your hands on the beat, the game showing an 'awesome!' over your name.

Thomas has never heard you sing like this; it's adorable, and surprisingly really good since you're dancing at the same time.

"Is she gonna beat Minho?" Thomas hears Ben ask incredulously.

That's my girl, thinks Thomas.

The song reaches the end, and you turn to your audience at the last line. "If we only live once, I want to live with you." You wink at Thomas and shoot him a wide smile with cheesy finger guns.

Your friends start yelling as the game counts up your scores, the shouts becoming deafening as your bar overtakes Minho's.

"She's done it! She's taken him down!" cackles Ben, who for all his 'Just Dance is lame' has gotten surprisingly into the game.

Minho falls dramatically, gesturing his arms towards you with a flourish. "The true champion. Here, take my crown." He lifts an invisible crown off his head and places it on yours.

"Yes, thank you very much," you say, giving your best attempt at a curtsey.

You and Minho pass your controllers to the next players, Newt insisting on another try.

"You killed it," says Thomas, grinning at you as you join him beside the couch, standing to watch.

"It was the luck you gave me before the game," you joke, leaning into Thomas.

He shakes his head, laughing. "I like your voice, by the way."

"You do? Thank you," you say.

You both laugh as Frypan hops in the wrong direction, knocking into Winston who shouts in protest.

"Hey, Y/n." You look up at Thomas. "You know, you are something I need."

"I-" you can feel the blush rising to your cheeks, and you shove him lightly. "So lame," you groan.

Thomas laughs, and pulls you back in, looping an arm around your waist.

"...I need you too, Thomas."

He smiles, and drops a kiss on your head.

-

"Oh my god- Winston, are you okay?"

This was so fun to write lolll

Sorry for how long it took, but thank you so much for requesting @hope92100 ❤❤❤

#the maze runner #tmr thomas #thomas x reader #thomas x you #tmr thomas x reader #my writing

[tbsangstersgf]

dreams

Thomas(maze runner) x fem!reader

contains: angst and fluff- shameless fluff, spoilers to the death cure

Requests are open and critiques are welcome💜💜💜

The Safe Haven. It was nice not to be running for your life for once, searching for food, hiding from cranks. You were finally safe. 

But that didn’t stop the nightmares. Newt, Chuck, Alby and many others were constantly haunting you. You knew that Minho and Thomas were just as scarred as you were. Minho- he’d found his way to cope, he’s always had a lot of friends because everyone wants to be around him, it helps him to not be alone. Thomas and you however, were never very sociable to begin with, especially after all that had happened, and were left with no one but each other for life support. 

In the Glade, Thomas had been one of the few people you could trust. Always putting effort into the things he cares about, showing respect for the people he holds close, and he had become your best friend. 

Newt reached out for you, black veins crawling up his neck and face. 

“Y/n…help me.”

You reach out for him, tears staining your face. 

“Newt!”

As you grab him his face grows angry, and he pulls out a knife and stabs you in your stomach. 

“Y/n, you could’ve saved me. Why didn’t you save me?”

“Newt- I’m sorry” you sob uncontrollably, pain clouding your mind. “Newt! Newt!”

“Y/n”

���Y/n”

“Y/n!” Thomas gently shakes you awake and looks down at you, concern in his eyes. Soft morning light shines through your hut’s windows and reflecting across your room, lighting it up.

“Thomas…” your arms act on their own, and you sit up, pulling him in for a hug. Unable to control yourself, you start to sob uncontrollably. He sits down next to you on the bed and lets you cry into his shirt.

“I could’ve saved him.” You whisper quietly once you’ve calmed down a bit.

“No, you couldn’t have. None of us knew until too late.” Thomas holds you tightly, his voice breaking as he speaks. 

“Some part of me will never let him go, but he would want us to move on with our lives y/n, we need to let him rest now.”

You look up at him through your lashes and smile, a sad smile, but still a smile. 

“I know, I just miss him.” 

He smiles down at you and rubs your back, 

“Me too.”

Weeks pass, and so do your dreams. The Safe Haven grows, buildings and communities being built. Occasionally the nightmares return, but Thomas is always there for you, and you for him. On nights like those you hold him, running your hands through his ever-growing hair, and letting him lay in your lap, and he does the same for you. 

Slowly, you learn to let go of the people you’ve lost, never forgetting, but moving on. Their names are carved into a rock that sits on the beach, nothing but the wind, sand, and occasional visitor for company. 

You and Thomas grow to care for each other in ways neither one of you was expecting.

One night you lay awake, Thomas running through your mind, after what feels like hours but was probably only 20 minutes or so, you sit up.

Pulling on your shoes, you make your way to Thomas’s hut. 

On your way you see someone headed your way on the path between your and Thomas’s hut. With a start you realize it’s Thomas and are contemplating going back to your hut and lying awake all night, but by that point he has seen you, and is waving at you.

You wave back, a smile breaking out on your face as he nears you.

“Bad dream again?” His eyes scan your face for any sign of distress or pain, as you shake your head. 

“No I couldn’t sleep, I was just coming to see if you were up.” You smile at him and he looks you up and down for a moment , “Wanna go for a walk on the beach?” He holds out his hand, looking at you expectantly. Unsure, you hesitate, looking between him and his hand. After a second you grab it and the two of you make your way to the beach. Not letting go of his hand, you walk along you find a perfect spot to sit and stargaze for a little bit.

He tentatively puts his arm around you and you lean into him. 

“You’re my best friend y/n”

“And you’re mine” the combined body heat keeps you warm, and you snuggle closer to him. You breathe in his scent and are content to just sit there, when he lays back onto the sand, pulling you on top of him. 

A moment or two passes with nothing but the sound of your breathing in the air. You push yourself up, an arm on either side of his head, with a smile you brush a stray hair out of his face. “You need a haircut.” You say with a smile.

“I know, but I kind of like it long, is it really that bad?”

“No, it’s not, I just miss your short hair for nostalgic reasons, you’d look handsome no matter what.” 

“Thanks.”

And with that, he kissed you. It was just a short peck, but it was a kiss. And with that kiss, your heart skipped a beat, your stomach somersaulted, and your brain turned to mush. He pulled away, smiling. 

You don’t know when friendship morphed into a crush, and when a crush morphed into love. All you know now is that Thomas is  your home and you’re his home. With a whispered “I love you” you kiss him again, and the two of you lay with each other on the beach until the sun has risen and world wakes up. 

#Tmr #tmr thomas #thomas x you #Thomas x yn #Thomas x reader #the maze runner #thomas #Fluff

[radiantdanvers]

Falling for Thomas

#the maze runner #tmr #tmr thomas #thomas x reader #thomas x you #thomas x y/n #the scorch trials #the death cure #moodboard #pov #pics not mine

[pjisskullourful]

︵‿︵‿ ｈｕｍｐ  ｄａｙ ‿︵‿︵

🐫 Thomas × reader [The Gift part10]

NSFW🔥smuttastic playtime

° Thomas Raggi/non-binary reader insert

° your boyfriend is over-eager when he gets home from tour, leading you to put him in his place

wordcount:::       2,868

° commissioned by the wonderful, magnificent, genius that is jace (@wow-ihateithere)💋 some celebratory puppy time was much needed

° [ITA:]  cucciolo: puppy

You were always relieved when your Wednesday afternoon study group session wrapped up. You could stop working your brain and just be. It was a welcome break from concentrating.

But today you were extra glad to have that commitment behind you. Because your boyfriend had arrived home from tour while you were out. Knowing that you were one step closer to having Thomas in your arms made you genuinely excited.

Upcoming exams and assignments held no significance for you - instead you spent the bus-ride home just thinking about him. Would he be asleep when you got home? Or had he had too many Red Bulls and would he be bouncing off the walls? You wondered how his kisses would taste.

At first when you stepped through the front door and into your completely silent home, you assumed that he was asleep. So you didn’t call out, and you tried to keep quiet as you took your shoes off. You placed your bag down and headed in the direction of the bedroom.

As you got closer, a noise reached your ears. It was Thomas’ breathing, coming in hard and fast, as if he were recovering from a run.

Your confusion was cleared when a second sound came in to accompany his panting. It was a wet sound, something slick that was in motion.

You walked faster, needing to get to the bedroom sooner. You were unsurprised by the scene that you happened upon - Thomas sprawled out on the mattress, jeans and underwear around his knees as he held his erect dick in one hand. His head was thrown back and his eyes were squeezed shut as he persistently stroked the shaft.

It was pretty much a guarantee that you would have sex whenever he got home from any length of trip. But you hadn’t expected that it would happen straight away this time around. Nothing in his most recent messages had hinted at this horniness, you’d had no idea he was experiencing this level of desperation.

Before he could open his eyes and spot you, you gave the door a powerful shove, resulting in a pronounced slam. His motions came to an abrupt halt and his head snapped up, looking at you with very wide eyes. His face was filled with a bright pink blush and his mouth moved around words that were not yet formed.

You folded your arms across your flattened chest as you showed him an unimpressed expression. “Cucciolo…”

As quickly as possible he took his hand off of his cock. He grabbed for the bottom of the oversized hoodie that he wore, moving the sweater down to cover his erection. “Shit, sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d-... I was just really horny and-... I’m sorry.”

You slowly approached the bed, savouring his embarrassed squirming. “Oh, you will be. You’ll be very sorry, because now I have to punish you.” You saw him lick his lips. “I thought you knew better than to come without permission, ever.”

He sat up, his eagerness evident. “I wasn’t thinking clearly.”

“Well it’s a good thing that I got home when I did.” You said, stopping at the side of the bed. “On the ground now.”

He clumsily made his way off the bed, propping himself up on his knees beside where you stood. He looked exceptionally needy, with his hair a tousled mess and slight trembles running through him. “Should I get naked for you?”

“Take off your pants and underwear.” You instructed, keeping your tone firm, even as your own excitement rapidly grew. “But you can keep the hoodie on, it looks cute on my puppy.”

He scrambled to get out of the majority of his clothing, while you calmly undressed. You got completely naked, ditching your many items of clothing on the floor as he gazed up at you, entirely captivated.

You sat down at the edge of the bed, planting one of your feet on the floor. “Okay, here’s how this is going to go- you’re done touching yourself today, absolutely no more. I, on the other hand, will be touching myself. The only thing you’re going to do is hump yourself against my leg here, like the poor, pathetic puppy that you are. You’re not allowed to lay a single finger on me, because your only purpose is humping my leg. Any questions?”

“No.” He said, taking a break from nodding along to everything that you said.

“Can you tell me what colour your light is?” You asked, checking in with him before you got entirely invested in this scene.

He responded quickly. “Green, like, so fucking green.”

“Okay, you can start.” You told him.

He was no longer trying to hide his cock from you. His leaking tip was completely exposed as he walked on his knees, getting closer to you. He kept his hands to himself, but he rolled his hips towards you, not stopping until he made contact with your skin. He rocked back, then pushed forward again.

His mouth hung slightly open and as he stared at you, you wondered if there was a single thought in his head. His obedience never failed to turn you on and your cunt was moist by the time your fingers reached it.

You pushed down between your labia majora, your fingertips moving over your clit. You pulled your hand back up a little, wanting to play with your clitoral hood some more. His eyes followed this movement, watching how you rubbed your fingers on the hood, beginning to tap into your own desires. You could feel how hard his dick was as it grinded against your leg.

You could feel the tingles growing all throughout your body as you swirled your fingers over your clit a few more times. Then you left the hood to its excited pulsing as you moved your fingers lower, now seeking out your slicked entrance.

You ran your fingers up-and-down your slit a few times, wetting them with your cum. You filled your cunt with these two fingers, gliding in past your first and second knuckles. He remained your fascinated audience member, watching as you began pumping your fingers, stroking new sensitivities to life inside of you.

All the while, his hips kept crushing into your leg, with little whines beginning to fall from his lips as he kept rubbing. His obedience continued to be proven and you wondered how long you could keep him like this. He was probably happy and willing because his current movements were close enough to fucking to trick his brain. His motions were the same as if he were inside of you, as he was watching you being penetrated - it was all almost enough.

Watching him get by on these scraps only made you enjoy everything you were experiencing more. You were boastful in your pleasure, while he was looking at you with pure desperation in his eyes.

He had set into a tempo, his hips rolling to this hungry timing. As you watched him, you began to work your fingers to match him. When he picked up the pace, you did the same.

Your pussy had started to quiver around your fingers and each pump felt better than the last. The potential was clear and you wanted to get lost in it all. It was getting to be more than teasing and your patience wouldn’t hold for much longer.

Your gut tightened and you started to lift your ass from the mattress, investing yourself in this rhythm. You thrust your hips, still striving to mirror his speed as you started to ride your fingers.

Soon his noises weren’t the only sounds in the room, with your excited whimpers and gasps joining his whines. The impact of your fingers thrusting increased and you kept in motion, chasing that next level of pleasure.

You held your hand firm, the palm of your hand beginning to collide with your clitoral hood. It wasn’t as powerful as a spank to this area, but it still added more excitement.

Your fingers were squelching as you continued to work them, going in as deep as you could every time. Your nerves were on fire and you could feel how your walls had started spasming around your quick fingers.

You had quit trying to match his humping. You had gotten all that you could from it, now you were racing ahead of him, moving to the pace that your desire dictated.

You found that he had raised his head, no longer watching your fingers. Instead his eyes were now set on your face. He could probably tell just how close you were and that made you want to fall apart even more. Although it hadn’t been your plan, you thought now that there was no better way to welcome him home.

Your chest swelled up and your hips uncontrollably stuttered forward, driving you into a faster tempo. You genuinely couldn’t stop now, you were thrilled by the edge that you had brought yourself up to.

You whimpered as you rocked forward, no longer able to keep your eyes open. You could feel that the dam inside of you was starting to burst and you welcomed it all.

You slumped into your climax, becoming still as the afterglow dawned on you. You removed your messy fingers and started to catch your breath.

Amongst all of the other experiences playing out for you right now, you also took notice of the fact that your boyfriend was still humping. You acknowledged this without opening your eyes. “You can stop now, cucciolo.”

Also without opening your eyes, you extended your arm out, putting your wet fingers in his face. Instantly you heard him gasp, before his mouth encapsulated your fingertips. He started to lick and suck at your fingers, working his mouth all over to collect your cum.

You were still filled with tingles as you steadily blinked your eyes open. You lifted your head, wanting to watch him. And what you saw didn’t disappoint in the slightest. With his eyes shut, he was zealously lapping at your fingers as if they were the most delicious popsicle known to man. The look on his flushed face suggested that he was in his own state of bliss, it couldn’t have been as powerful as yours, but he was savouring it all the same.

You felt your heart melt at this sight, a delightful chaser to your orgasm. You were receiving the affirmation that his devotion to you was as intact as it had been before his departure.

You felt that he more than deserved affection, and you began to run your unoccupied fingers through his soft hair, taming the strands lazily. He opened his eyes, the warm hazel of his irises greeting you as he happily continued his thorough work. You couldn’t help but smile down at him, feeling in every fibre of your being how pleased you were to have him home.

When he emptied his mouth of your fingers, he wiped at his chin and failed to return your smile. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Sometimes a silly puppy just can’t help himself.” You said, adopting a much softer tone than before. “And that’s why we have punishments, isn’t it? So that you can learn your lesson and you did learn it, didn’t you?” Straight away he nodded. “And learning your lesson didn’t come at the cost of your boner, I see.”

He smiled sheepishly in response. “Yeah, well, you’re really sexy. That’s what got this whole thing started in the first place.”

You put your hands to his cheeks and drew him in for the first kiss, tasting a cigarette mixed with your cum. “No reason for that to go to waste.”

“You mean…?”

You moved towards the centre of the mattress. “Yeah, c’mon puppy, get a rubber and let’s do doggy.” You were giggling a little as you rolled onto your stomach.

It didn’t take long for him to join you on the bed, getting into position behind you. You lifted your ass into the air as you moved your knees forward, placing them beneath your hips. His hands eagerly took hold of your hips as he got closer, lining himself up. You braced yourself with your thighs parted and your back arched for him.

“No more punishing, no more lessons to be learned, let’s just fuck.” You declared.

“Fuck yes.” He whispered back.

Soon you were feeling his bony hips against your butt, and then his tip was pressing into your slicked pussy. You were conscious of the after-shocks of your orgasm as his head spread your puffy labia minora.

You bit into your lower lip, listening to how shallow his breathing had become as he inserted more-and-more of his length.

Once he was fully inside, he leaned down, his chest coming to rest against your back. He applied kisses to your neck, just behind your ear. This elicited shivers from you, your body already so receptive to him.

“I missed you so much.” He said, his breath tickling your skin.

You pushed back on him gently. “Show me, puppy.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist and thrusted into you, his cock plunging between your sensitive walls. You wiggled your ass against him, savouring this far superior feeling of being filled by him. He worked his hips some more and you grabbed for the bedsheets as your anticipation mounted.

He found the greatest range of movement when he straightened up. And he instantly set about taking advantage of this - his thrusts coming in quicker and smoother. He was finally able to hump you properly, setting into the optimum pace.

Everything accelerated from here, with him adopting an unrelenting tempo to drive into you. Your hands gripped the sheet harder and the sound of his laboured breathing filled your ears, an occasional whine added to the mix.

You kept working your hips, meeting every one of his rocks. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to last, with your body given next to no time to come down from the intensity of your solo climax. The sensitivities continued to grip you, running the show.

You moaned and buried your face in the bed as he gained speed, his reckless jackhammering hitting harder. Your tensed body moved with him as you pursued your mutual goal.

“Please puppy, don’t stop.” You rasped. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Unh, unh, uh.” He could only gasp in response.

He got faster, his cock desperately stroking against your aching walls. All of the sensations were like a series of grand fireworks, almost enough to overwhelm your brain.

He let out a loud whimper on his next plunge forward. Then it seemed like everything was frozen for a moment when he didn’t rock back.

When he did get his hips moving again, it wasn’t as smooth as before. He moved through the bumpy fucking and your cunt continued to hug him. There wasn’t much of a chance for you to adjust to this unpredictable rhythm, but your desires were fed by the ongoing motions.

Two quick bucks into you were accompanied by him crying your name out. Then everything stopped again. But it wasn’t like the previous frozen sensation, now you got the sense that something had snapped.

You smiled as you lifted your head. “Is my puppy coming already?”

“Yea-yes.” He responded in a small voice.

“Aw, so soon?” You asked as his hips spasmed against your ass of their own accord. “You’re just the most excited puppy in the world, aren’t ya?” You grinded back into him. “You couldn’t wait to come for me, hm?”

“No, couldn’t wait.”

You began to work your hips again, timing your bucks to the next words that you said. “My little over-excited puppy.”

He held onto your hips as you set into your own tempo, moving as best suited your heightened state. You pushed against him, licking your lips as his dick massaged your tender walls.

With one last powerful thrust, your satisfaction was secured and you writhed into a second orgasm. You were overwhelmed with bliss as the tension snapped for you too.

You were shaky as you separated from him, lowering your body and finding a comfortable position to lay down. You were smiling, still enjoying the giddy tingles that he had brought into your day.

You noticed that his hair had gotten all messed up again as he laid down with you. As he steadily caught his breath, you wrapped your arms around him, because you were craving closeness.

You began to kiss him, feeling greedy and as if you had to make up for all the intimacy missed out on. As he kissed you back, his calloused fingers caressed your cheek. This was everything that you hadn’t realised you had been missing. You were feeling more than just the relief of getting to the end of an in-depth study session and a long day - this was a feeling of being complete.

You were smiling as the kiss ended and you rubbed the tip of your nose against his, because it was simply too cute to resist doing so. “Welcome home, silly puppy.”

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[seungsvoid]

TAINTED THRONE | thomas (the maze runner)

pairing — thomas x male! reader

summary — since the first day in the maze, y/n’s been getting weird visions. his mind is rattled with them until a greenie a year later pops out of the box like he owns the place. y/n’s visions only get worse from there and as thomas builds himself a reputation in the glade, y/n struggles with everything he thought he knew about himself.

word count — 1335

warnings — cursing, suicide attempt (not really), violence and gore. sexual content references but nothing explicit.

chapters — previous next

SWEAT GATHERED ALONG HIS BROW, small pants escaping his lips as he limped toward the entrance/exit of the Maze. He had injured himself last week but was trying his best to not let it get to him. Some of the other runners were behind Y/n, all of them wondering how he were still faster than them with a hurt leg. "Almost there guys. Minho's group is meeting us in the map room." He called out behind him.

He exited the maze, noticing Alby talking to someone he didn't recognize at first glance. However, when he got closer to the person, he halted in his steps before he almost fell to the ground. He ushered the other runners to go ahead of him so that he could talk to Alby. "What's up, Shuckface?" He slung an arm around the (taller/shorter) male, all while trying to inconspicuously study the new boy.

"I told you not to call me that, Runaway."

Y/n looked up at him with a soft — yet joking — glare before he looked back at the Greenie. He was (taller/shorter) than Y/n for sure, his eyes were a light blue and several freckles and moles were scattered across his face. His hair was a mixture of being black and brown. He was really good looking.

"Who's this?" Y/n asked, hoping the Greenie would answer rather than Alby. He could sense that the Greenie was hesitant on answering him but Y/n gave him a reassuring look that said he could tell him. "Thomas. My names Thomas."

Y/n gave an amused hum but soon something came rushing through him. He had to hold his head and squeeze his eyes shut. Thomas looked to Alby with wide eyes. He was confused.

"This happens sometimes. Go get Newt, Greenie." Thomas simply nodded before hurriedly running off to find the British boy he had become aquatinted with already. Newt was standing by the gardens, talking animatedly with one of the other Gladers as Thomas approached him. He was slightly out of breath but the blonde still understood what he was trying to tell him.

Y/n lay on the ground now, his eyes wide with what appeared to be either fear, recollection, or both. His chest rose and fell heavily while Alby was squatted next to him, trying to get him to calm down. He wouldn't though.

Scattered memories were making their way through his surface but there was one that just stuck out to him. It was one of the same ones he had the first day in the Glade.

A lady peers down at him, her blonde hair creating a halo that made the younger him think she was to be an angel - only if she hadn't been the one prodding him with needles - and a smile that seemed to be unsettling yet sweet, and comforting at the same time. "Y/n? Can you hear me?" He felt himself nod and before he even had the chance to utter a word, another needle was stuck into his skin and the lady brushed a baby hair away from his face.

“Good. That's good. You won't be down there for too long. Thomas – he'll come down soon after. You won't remember him but that’s the whole point. All you have to remember, Y/n, is that Wicked is good."

"Y/n, never forget. Wicked is good."

Y/n shuddered, moving to sit on his knees with his head between his hands. Shocked gasps fell from his lips and even Newt couldn't calm the (e/c) eyed boy down when he finally came over. When a certain name came from the boy, Alby whipped his head to Thomas, his eyes holding a burning fire. "You. Talk to him."

Thomas pointed to himself confusedly to which Alby rolled his eyes. "Yes you, slinthead! Talk to him."

Thomas didn't know what he would be able to accomplish by talking to Y/n but he was already on Alby's bad side, he didn't want to get deeper in it. So, the blue eyed boy crouched down to him and placed a band on his shoulder, prompting him to flinch slightly.

“Uhm hi –" Newt mouthed 'Y/n' and Thomas nodded, "Y/n. It's Thomas. Are you okay?" Y/n shuddered and shook his head. "What's wrong?" Thomas didn't know how to handle this situation; he assumed he wasn't very good at comforting people.

"I - I remember...."

Thomas looked to the others, his exterior still showing that he was confused. Newt placed his hand on Y/n’s other shoulder. "What do you remember Y/n?"

It took him a moment to reply but Y/n spoke with a shaky voice, "Him. I remember Thomas."

———

Y/n lay on one of the makeshift beds in the homestead, completely unconscious. At the end of his bed sat Newt with a frown plastered on his face. His eyebrows were drawn together tightly as he tried to think of why Y/n would be the only one that was able to get his memories back without getting stung, which before him, was the only way anyone could get their memory back, or at least parts of it.

A knock on the wooden door pulled the former Runner from his thoughts and he turned to look at Alby who offered a tight lipped smile to the second in command. He stepped further into the room and behind him came Thomas who was looking rather upset. "What's he doing here?" Newt stood up and looked as if he was about to attack the new Greenie. "Woah, calm down, Newt. He just wanted to come see Y/n." It took the blonde a moment to allow it but he eventually nodded, albeit reluctantly, and settled back at the end of the bed. Newt had been the closest with with Y/n after Nick's death - which hadn't been that long ago - but he was still extremely protective over the boy; just as Nick had been. He was trying to protect him from something that might've as well been way beyond Newt.

Thomas slowly walked over to Y/n’s bed and sat in one of the chairs placed next to it. An idea popped in his head but he didn't want to risk Newt jumping him. Despite his rather small frame, he looked strong and Thomas didn't know what he, himself, looked like so he didn't want to try him. Instead, he spoke his idea to the two leaders.

"What if I touch his hand? I was just thinking that.. maybe whatever he’s thinking could be transferred to me somehow?" He said a little nervously but still tried his best to look them in the eyes. Alby exchanged a look with Newt and the two of them nodded. "Go ahead." Thomas took a deep breath, reaching out and taking Y/n’s hand in his own. It was slightly cold compared to his warm one but he tried to ignore it as he closed his eyes.

Y/n looked up at Thomas with a light hearted smile as he leaned down to whisper something in Y/n’s ear. Thomas didn't know what he had said but it caused a light blush to cross over the other boy’s cheeks. He (stood up on his tip toes/ pulled Thomas down) to brush some of his dark hair away from his forehead so he could see his blue eyes properly. "You know, you're in desperate need of a haircut, Tommy." Thomas saw himself laugh, a genuine laugh as well, which made him wonder how close the two of them really were. Whenever this was.

"But then you can't play with my hair, Y/n/n."

Y/n smiled and (leaned up again/pulled Thomas down) but this time to plant his lips on Thomas’. What came next made Thomas quickly open his eyes. Even though it was him, he felt weird for seeing that, as if it hadn't even been him doing those actions in the first place. "You alright there, Greenie?" Thomas looked up at Alby with a shaky breath.

“Yeah.. Yeah I’m okay.”

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[hollybell51]

hey so i've been binging your maze runner oneshots lately and i was wondering if you've got any thomas x female reader smut... 👀

love your stuff btw, keep up the good work!

Thanks! I was actually planning to post this anyway but you have given me the perfect excuse! Enjoy xx

Dancing

Series masterlist, masterpost

Thomas x fem!Reader

The Scorch Trials (2010 novel - James Dashner, 2015 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 1914

Summary: you know that party scene from the scorch trials movie? Yeah. That.

Content: intoxication, a party (and the stuff that usually entails), smut (obviously), porn with like a sketchy outline of a plot that's kinda hinted at, handjobs, cowgirl, hickeys, unsafe sex (yikes)

The music of the party carried you through the crowd, sweating, stinking, gyrating bodies pressed against yours on either side. Whatever you’d been given at the door had a bitter aftertaste, and the burn still ached gently in your throat. Everything was so loud, you could barely think. You turned to say so to Brenda, but where she had been by your side just moments before was now simply a wall of flailing limbs and swaying hips, stamping feet and giddy smiles. Thomas was ahead of you, his hand tight on your arm. 

“Stay together,” he’d said before you’d passed through the curtain. You and Brenda had both nodded, of course, but now there was no sign of the other girl. Panic stirred you momentarily. You were in a strange place, with strange people, on the run in a world that either hated or coveted you, your stomach heavy with what very may well be poison. It was far from an ideal situation. 

“Thomas!” you shouted over the noise. “Thomas!” 

“Huh?” he turned, confused. He looked… dazed, unsure. It may have been the heat of the room, the huge mass of humanity surging around, the pungent smell of whatever liquor and drugs were being used combined with the sweat of tens – probably hundreds, but you were starting to feel a little odd yourself. 

“Brenda,” you said slowly. “She’s not…” 

Thomas’s gaze flicked over your shoulder, scanning the room briefly before alighting on your face once more. His hand had shifted to your own, his grip much gentler now. The light was playing tricks with his eyes, making them shine like liquid gold. It was mesmerising, watching the colours shift and move over his skin like the crowd around you. “She’s…” he started, but trailed off. 

Who was he talking about? What were you looking for? You knew you had to find something, that you’d come here for a reason, but now the colours had wrapped you warmly in their soft embrace and were carrying you into the crowd, where your body was theirs and your mind was at one with the sway of the music. You could feel the rhythm of it in your bones, every note and beat and chord vibrating through your very cells. 

“Thomas,” you said softly, your own hands running over his chest almost of their own volition. He looked otherworldly, swaying gently before you, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. His eyes snapped open and he looked at you, hazy and dazed but peaceful. God, it was the first time you’d seen him look peaceful in a long time. 

“(Y/N),” he whispered back, his own hands sliding up your sides and coming to rest on your hips, pulling you into his swaying dance. You stepped closer, almost chest-to-chest with him, your bodies moving in perfect tandem with the music. The energy of the room washed over you with every wave of sound. 

Thomas was so close, his dark eyes boring into yours, heat radiating from his skin onto your own. He moved with such easy grace, every shift of his form perfectly aligned with yours, not a single fibre out of place. Yet his motion was free and unrestricted, relaxed and natural in the way that water flowing over a river bed is. And like a tributary feeding into the larger whole, your movements matched his as you let him guide you, bumping gently against him every now and then, each time sending a jolt of sparks through you. You wanted to touch him, wanted to erase every inch of space between the two of you. And judging by the way he was holding you closer against him, running his hands over you and looking at you so intensely you imagined there was a physical tunnel of attention between your eyes and his, he felt the same. 

Eventually, inevitably, there came a point where he was so close that you could literally feel his skin breathing. You could feel the press of the cloud of electrons in your atoms repelling the electrons in his, feel every tiny change in the currents of air between you. And then even that gap was gone, and his lips were against yours, his hands in your hair, his torso pushing against you. It was a kiss, but it wasn’t. It was much more than that, because you kissed him with your whole body and your whole mind. All you were was in this union, this touch, and all he was was being poured right back at you. 

“Fuck,” he murmured against your lips. “Fuck, (Y/N).” 

“I want you,” you breathed. If possible, his eyes grew even darker. 

“I want you,” he echoed, still barely an inch from your lips. In an unspoken agreement, the two of you slid through the crowd to a curtain in the wall, never breaking contact, barely ever more than a few inches apart. The room beyond the curtain was as dim as the outside, the colours more red and pink than gold due to a crimson curtain strung over what you assumed was a window and a purplish-pink glass lamp standing in a corner. The music was dimmer here, but only slightly. The bass still pounded in time with your own heartbeat and Thomas’s. No sooner than you were inside, he was kissing you again, his hands roaming your face and neck. He had large hands, you observed, one was enough to cover your whole cheek and most of your neck. 

You slid your jacket back over your shoulders, wanting nothing more than his skin on yours. In no time his shirt was off, followed by your own, and he was pulling you backwards with him onto a couch in the corner. It was made of something soft, maybe velvet, and had arms that were perfect for you to grip as you straddled Thomas’s lap. He was resting against one such arm, peppering your neck with kisses, the occasional nibble. You could feel him stop to concentrate on one spot every so often, no doubt leaving a trail of dark marks over your skin. No matter. 

“Thomas,” you sighed softly as his fingers found your bra clip, fumbled momentarily, then slid the garment off you. He brushed over your breasts, leaving goosebumps and hardened nipples behind. Your fingers tangled in his hair. His skin was warm, slightly sweaty, and so soft where it brushed your own. You touched his face, his neck, his shoulders, his back, his chest, down to his stomach where you stopped. 

“Keep going,” he said, his voice raw with want. “Please.” 

If you weren’t turned on before, you were now. You made quick work of his zipper, and you spat into your palms before taking his already hard cock in your hands. It was hot to the touch, and fit perfectly into your grip. Throughout it all, his eyes never left your face, but they fluttered closed as you gently moved your hand. “Like that?” you asked, your mind still slightly hazy. 

“Yes,” Thomas moaned. The sound and sight of him like this probably could have made you cum right there. Again, his mouth found your skin, fastening on to the spot where your shoulder met your neck. You continued to massage his cock with one hand, the other sliding around his back and into his hair, holding him close against you. His breath was coming fast, punctuated with tiny gasps and moans of pleasure. “Wait,” he said suddenly. 

You hesitated, your hands not leaving him, but ceasing their movement. Even through the haze in your mind, you didn’t want to overstep whatever boundaries existed between you – if any. “What’s wrong?” you asked. 

“I want to feel you,” he murmured, his hands flitting to the fastenings on your pants. “Please.” 

You nodded, the words sending a bolt of heat through you to pool between your legs. Thomas’s deft fingers made quick work of your pants, and you kicked them off just as hastily, followed by your underwear. His kisses had migrated from your neck to your chest, tracing a path between your breasts. You moved your hips over his length, sighing at the hint of friction it created. God, you wanted him so badly. 

Thomas’s head tipped back as you ground against him, his fingers digging into your waist, your hips, as he tried to guide your movements. “(Y/N).” The way he said your name, he might have been speaking an incantation. 

 You reached between your legs, rubbing tiny circles over your swollen clit, feeling the wetness gathered there. The heat of Thomas’s dick pressed against your centre, adding to your own, and finally – finally – you lined him up at your entrance and, at his nod, lowered yourself onto his length. A sigh escaped you as he filled you, and you were tempted to just stay there forever. But the desire for friction, for movement was stronger. 

“God, Thomas,” you gasped as you rolled your hips over his, his fingers still tight on your skin. He was perfect, warm and real and firm and locked in reverie with you as the music from outside your sanctuary pulsed in time with the beating of your hearts. 

Thomas was looking at you now, studying every line of your body, every inch of your face, as though he wanted to etch you into his memory. And maybe he did, you certainly wanted to capture the moment forever. It wasn’t dissimilar to dancing, how you’d been so in sync the lines between your two bodies had begun to blur until they were erased, and you were here. 

The sensation built in your stomach, and you forced yourself to keep your rhythm even as your mind told you to go faster, to break your steady stride and run, sprint towards the finish line. Thomas was holding you so close to him he may as well have been trying to absorb your body into his, his sweat and spit mixing where his face was pressed into your shoulder as he frantically delivered more hickeys to your skin. You would be covered in them come morning.  He whispered your name, every syllable like a prayer as it fell from his lips. He twitched inside you, and you shivered involuntarily. 

“Yes,” you hissed, reaching down once more to touch yourself. Thomas spilled with a curse inside you, his head falling back and his eyes closed. Fuck, he was gorgeous, and you’d brought him undone. 

Your own climax flooded through you, all your muscles tensing together at once, a shuddering, desperate cry of “Thomas” torn from your throat. You rode him through your combined pleasure, until your legs were no longer shaking and his breathing had evened out. Yet still, neither of you moved. 

Thomas rested his forehead against your chest, his arms circling your waist. You held him, his hair tickling your face and neck where it brushed against you. He gently kissed over the dark marks he’d left on your skin, soothing and warm. 

You weren’t sure when, but at some point he pulled you down to lie half on top of, half beside him on the couch. You sighed at the emptiness when his cock slipped from inside you, but his skin was warm against yours and his breathing was deep and even, soothing. Your eyes drifted closed, the music from the party just beyond the reaches of your consciousness carrying you into a drugged, hazy sleep.

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[bells-stories]

HEY GUYS! This is my first ever tumblr post but I just posted a new story in my wattpad! It’s called project griever and it’s a Gally x thomas x newt x reader! You can choose at the end who you want, if you want only one or two or all three! But it’s also about….

something awoke you. Opening your eyes you find your self trapped. Alone. And with one word imprinted in your mind. WCKD. when you get to the glade you're automatically different not just by being a girl but something...terrible holds you extremely close to the maze..something monstrous.

Anyways! I hope you go check it out!! Here’s the first couple opening lines!!!

I wake up with a sudden jolt. I felt a shift underneath me. When I opened my eyes it made my head pound and my vision clouded. As soon as I could rise to my feet I started looking at the items around me. Boxes had WCKD imprinted in the sides and eerie sounds moved outside of the box rushing upwards. I went to the edge of the box and suddenly a creature of unimaginable sorts darted at me and I stood there as if the creature was familiar to me. like we had a bond. shaking off the feeling I started opening boxes trying to look for something to help me out of my current situation. Maybe something to block the mechanism from moving upwards but before I could find anything I noticed my surroundings having a filter of red and I looked up to see a solid platform coming up upon me. I went back on the floor as if the top crashed then maybe just maybe it wouldn't crash into me. Then just before it hit the box stopped and top opened. The blinding light made me raise my hand to try to stop some of it from hitting me all to fast then I felt someone drop in and the first thing I saw was a boy with a buzz cut and a utility belt.

Wattpad: bells_stories

Story: Project Griever

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[inej-ruination-ghafa]

evemore - T

evermore masterlist | closure | its time to go

Warnings: mentions of death, ptsd, mental health issues, kissing, blood, violence mentions

Summary: you loved the safe haven but you could never truly get over the events that allowed you to get here and the people you lost along the way.

Wordcount: 1.1k

It had been three months since you and Thomas had arrived at the safe haven. It was a cold gray November and you were used to the sunny landscape of the maze and this was different. The winds were blowing cold in yours and Thomas’ shared hut and you sat on the bed, blanket wrapped around your figure. 

You two had met after you had escaped from your maze, the two of you meeting at the facility before mourning through the scorch together. 

You don’t know how you would have survived without Thomas, if he hadn’t demanded that you didn't follow Janson then you would have been drained of blood and you wouldn’t be here right now. 

He had fallen for you first when you grabbed a bomb when WICKED infiltrated the rebel base. He had stood by your side then and he had stood by you ever since. 

You’d both been through hardships that no other 18 year old would have gone through, you’d lost countless friends, those you had considered as family. Every day you wondered what you could have done to save Chuck, or Teresa, or Newt. There must have been something you could do. You would replay your footsteps every time, trying to find out what went wrong. 

You both drove yourselves crazy with the what ifs, the only thing that grounded you was each other. So whenever you’d have a nightmare or he would, you would be there for each other. Unconditionally. 

You took a deep breath, staring at the poor excuse of a window in your hut - they were still working on manufacturing glass - as the wind swept through. 

As the cold drove itself into your bones, you wondered if maybe the cold feeling would kill you too. It was a constant fear, they'd already lost a few people to minor accidents: a bacterial infection, a broken leg, and drowning. It was always difficult to bury people, especially when their bodies don’t come back. 

Thomas walked in when you were drowning in your own thoughts, holding plywood to cover up the window to stop the draft. He placed it down and instantly sat down next to you, knowing that something was up. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, arm wrapped around you and when you didnt answer he sighed, already knowing the answer, “Just one of those days?”

You nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder, “Guess I just can’t remember what I’m fighting for sometimes,” you said, sniffling because of the cold. 

Thomas nodded his head. He knew how it felt to lose people as well and you two were going on this journey together. He had days where he was emotionally exhausted as well and you just had to be there for one another. 

You would constantly rewind the tape back to that moment where you ran into the courtyard in the last city, seeing Newt lying on the floor, blood in his mouth and a knife jabbed into his chest, his eyes open and at peace. 

You’d go back to that moment where time slowed as Rachel fell to the ground, gunshots echoing through the maze and the holes beginning to fill her body, her blood pouring out like a sif. She hadn’t even had time to comprehend it before WICKED were pulling her out, promising that they were ‘saving her’.

You’d go back to the moment where Teresa didn't make it. You wish you’d been there for her and Thomas but you were on that ship, pulling Thomas’ bloodied and bruised body into your arms. The sobs had escaped your mouth before you even realised and before you knew it the building was collapsing and Teresa fell with it. 

You’d go back to that moment when you were walking through the scorch and the gunshot echoed through the deserted land. You had turned back to see Winston's body falling in the distance, like he didn't even mean a thing. 

“Hey,” he said and his soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts that you were drowning in, “We’re fighting for us, for this life that the safe haven has promised,”

You sighed, your voice shaky, “But what about everyone else. They’re not coming back and they don’t get to experience this,” you explained, lifting your head off of his shoulder to look at him. 

He looked at you and sighed, reaching a hand forward and placing it on your cheek, watching as you leant into the warmth, “It’s never going to go away and we both know this, that gnawing feeling in your chest that makes you feel like you’re drowning,” Thomas explained, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, “But its going to be okay because I’ve got you,”

You couldn’t not think about the cost of it all but for now you just had to pause it and live in the moment. You knew you couldn’t spend the rest of your life dwelling on whether or not you can save them. You just had to let go eventually. 

“I guess so,” you said. 

Thomas nodded, “And the safe haven is better. Vince is going to look for more of the immune soon and we’ll have more people. And there’s already been so much progress, a marriage, two pregnancies. It’s going to get better,” he said. 

You knew that you could count on his reassuring words because even though you were struggling, he was too and you would always be there for him when he had days like this, days where he just wanted to lie in bed and hold you close. 

And whenever you were worried, you thought about him. About the way that he would savage you no matter what it meant and it was enough to get you through the days. It had gotten you through the scorch and then the rebellion and now your escape into the safe haven. 

“They’d be happy for us wouldn’t they,” you said. 

He chuckled lightly and smiled, “Yeah, and you know what baby, theyd want us to be happy,” he said and you nodded at his sentiment. 

Thomas stood up, reaching a hand out for you and you stood up, the floors of the the hut creaking out from under your step, “Just let me hold you,” he said and you smiled, allowing him to pull you in for a hug, “I love you,”

“I love you too,” you said, your words muffled against his chest. 

You sighed as you allowed yourself to melt into his warm embrace. You knew that the feeling was never going to go away but maybe, just maybe, the pain wouldn’t be for evermore because you had each other. 

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[frost-queen]

Newt

• The cure 

Thomas

• New Glader 

Gally

•  Run to me 

Harriet

• The Scorch (Fem!Reader)

• The little things (Fem!Reader)

#imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #the maze runner #the maze runner fandom #the maze runner fanfic #newt x reader #newt x y/n #newt x you #thomas x you #thomas x y/n #thomas x reader #gally x you #gally x reader #gally x y/n #harriet x you #harriet x fem!reader #harriet x y/n #harriet x reader #the scorch trials #the death cure

[marie-swriting]

We're Gonna Get Outta Here

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Summary : You're working for W.I.C.K.E.D but you can't take it anymore when your best friend dies during the Maze Trial. With Thomas' help, you give information to the Right Arm and try to get out of the facility together.

Warnings : character's deaths (reader included), guns and gunfire, mention of violent interrogation, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 2.7k

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In front of the computer, you’re completing your daily tasks : observing Maze A, testing the subjects and writing down the results of today’s experiences. You comply like a robot. You know if you think too much, you’ll realise all the pain you’re inflicting. So you try to keep an emotional distance with the Maze Trials, with the subjects, with your friends. However, some days are harder than others, especially when, first thing in the morning, you get a file with the word “death” written on it. Sometimes you see those deaths live, other times they happen when your work is already over. When you’ve started your day, you didn’t know another person had failed the trial. Anxious, you open the file and read ‘Subject A25 : Nicolas’. Tears form in your eyes in an instant. You close the folder and pretend you need to use the bathroom. You try to sob in silence but if someone listens carefully, they can hear your pain. You’re short of breath everytime you think back to this paper. This paper telling you about the death of your best friend since you were ten. He’s not the first to die but his death is your last straw. You wish you could scream all your despair, but you can’t. You can’t feel anything while working ; for W.I.C.K.E.D, you’re here to find a cure, not to do feelings. Sacrifices need to be made. You can’t forget it. Janson won’t let you. Your tears are stronger when suddenly someone knocks on the door. You stop sobbing, fearing you’ll be discovered. When you hear Thomas’ voice, you open to him. He stays in front of you for a few seconds before daring to talk.

“I read the file. I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“I’m sick of it, Thomas.” you say, angry, “I can’t watch them die anymore. I can’t watch my friends die anymore. I want it to stop ! I know we’re doing it for a good cause, but do we really need to sacrifice all these human lives for a potential cure ? It is not fair.”

“I know.”

“I want to get them out of there. I want us to get them out of there and leave with them, far away from W.I.C.K.E.D. I won’t be able to take another death, Thomas. I… I can’t.” you pronounce with a broken voice.

Ignoring what to say, Thomas takes you in his arms. He hopes he’ll reassure you but he knows in this kind of situation, it’d be an utopia. You’re doomed to see horrors in the hope to save humanity. Nothing he could do or say would help you to get better. He knows it because he tries everyday to reassure himself, in vain.

“We should go.” you resume, breaking your embrace, “Janson is gonna wonder where we are.”

“You’ll be okay ?”

“Will they ?” you retort, eyes full of pain.

Thomas stays silent, knowing he can’t answer your question honestly. You give him one last look, leave the bathroom and go back to your job. Thomas takes a few minutes before going back as well, a neutral expression on his face. As for you, you use your computer as if a few instants before you weren’t overwhelmed by your emotions. You both act like they taught you.

The next few days, you grieve in silence. Thomas stays by your side even though he feels useless. However, he doesn’t realise it but he helps you to not sink because you tell yourself that despite everything, you still have Thomas. You’re not entirely lost. You still have a reason to go on.

During the night, you both leave your respective dormitory, meeting each other in an isolated room in the W.I.C.K.E.D facility, like you always do whenever one of you is feeling down. You don’t do anything special there. You just cuddle, trying to forget the pain of the world and yours. It’s not successful but you’re there for each other. That night, Thomas breaks the silence with important information.

“I know how we can help them.”

“What do you mean ?”

“You remember Doctor Mary ?” he asks and you nod, “She left W.I.C.K.E.D because she didn’t agree with their experiences anymore. She works for the Right Arm now.”

“The Right Arm, the resistance ?” you want to make sure, looking at him.

“Yeah. I think she could delay some of their plans with the information she had but now, she doesn’t have access to it anymore. If we can communicate with her, we can help them. We’ll give the Right Arm everything they’ll need before leaving.” Thomas states, determined.

“How can we find her ? The Right Arm must be untraceable.”

“I started researching when we learned of Nicolas' death. I think I’m about to find them. It’ll be dangerous but we can get our friends out of these mazes. What do you say ?”

“I’m with you.” you accept, without an ounce of hesitation, “I want to bring down W.I.C.K.E.D.”

You look into each other’s eyes, courage taking possession of your body. You have a plan and you’ll make sure you’ll put it into action as soon as possible. Sacrifices have been going on for too long.

When Thomas has finally found the Right Arm, he lets you know. During the night, you both get in one of the rare rooms where there is a radio to communicate with the outside and start the call. You’re happy to be so close and yet scared that the Right Arm might not trust you.

“Hello ? I’m Thomas, I work for W.I.C.K.E.D and I got information for you.” he starts the conversation without an answer, “Mary ? Are you there ? It’s me Thomas. I can help you.”

You stay silenced for a few moments. Thomas is about to cut the communication off when he hears a feminine voice.

“Thomas ? I’d never thought I’d hear from you. Are you safe ? Are you alone ?”

“Y/N is with me. We want to give you all the information you’ll need to bring down W.I.C.K.E.D. We don’t want to see our friends die anymore.”

“We want it to stop. No one deserves to be in those mazes. We want to save them.” you add with teary eyes.

“Very well. I’m going to talk with the other members of the Right Arm. I’ll call you back tomorrow around the same time to organise ourselves. Keep a low profile.”

“Thanks Mary.”

When the call is over, Thomas puts the radio aside and turns to you. Even though you have to wait for the Right Arm’s approval, you both can’t help but smile. You have Mary’s support. You’ll be able to get out of here.

“Thanks Thomas.” you say, “You’ve given me hope again. I never thought it’d be possible.”

“We’ll do everything to help them. We’ll do it.”

When the Right Arm accepts to collaborate with you, you and Thomas start gathering important data and communicate with them once a week. You and Thomas give only a few to let them get ready without alerting Doctor Paige or worse Janson.

One night, while you’re getting ready to sleep, Teresa takes you aside, with a compassionate smile on her face.

“I heard about Nicolas. I’m sorry.” she states genuinely, “but we can’t forget why we’re doing all of this. We must find a cure. The Flare is becoming deadlier every day.”

“I know,” you answer without any emotion, “I’m going to bed, I’m tired.”

Teresa puts her hand on your arm, showing you her support. You smile slightly at her before going to your bed. Your friend’s words have upset you. You know Teresa doesn’t act meanly. She told you her story with her mom, you know why she desperately wants to find a cure. But for you, it doesn’t justify the fact that people act as if all these deaths didn’t represent anything. They represent something for you : your cowardice, your impotence, your pain, but above all, your privilege to have escaped the Trials.

When Thomas and you started working for the Right Arm, you had thought of letting Teresa know but your doubts had held you back. Your conversation with your friend proved to you, you did the right thing. Teresa wouldn’t have agreed with your actions, no matter if you’re friends. For her, W.I.C.K.E.D is really good.

Two months passed, Thomas and you have succeeded to forward information without being noticed. The nights where W.I.C.K.E.D have to handle some crisis, you give more details, allowing the Right Arm to perfect their attack plan. You’re still at the facility, waiting for the perfect moment to run away.

One night, Thomas gives the week’s data before joining you in you and Thomas' shared room. Besides being your safe place, it has also become the place where you wait for the other before debriefing.

When Thomas comes into the room, he sits next to you on the ground. You take each other in your arms and stay silent at first, allowing Thomas to release the fear of being found. When his breath is calmer, he draws your attention.

“Next week, we’re leaving this place. I talked about it with Mary and if we give every known place of their facilities and labs, they’ll have enough to bring down W.I.C.K.E.D so we’ll be able to clear off. You’ll take care of forwarding everything and I’ll take care of making sure we have a way out. They’ll be able to save our friends from the Mazes and take us away from this organisation. Everything is settled.”

“Thomas, it’s risky.” you retort, anxious, “We’re lucky we haven’t gotten caught yet. It’d be too much in one go.”

“We have one week to plan everything correctly. I already have some idea of how we can do it. Don’t worry, we’re gonna get outta here.” he assures you, making you think a little more.

“I trust you, Thomas.”

The following week, your plan is ready. It’s still risky but it can work. You've kept an even lower profile to not give Janson any reason to be suspicious. You do exactly what is asked, without showing any rebellious sign.

When the plan has started, you get every file you need to send, it takes longer than usual. Your stress is at its peak while you’re looking at the downloading line. You can’t stop watching around, afraid to be discovered. For Thomas, he’s on his way toward the control centre. He needs to be sure you both will be able to get out of the facility once you're done. He needs to fight some of the guards on the way, he barely handles them. While he’s doing everything to open the doors, the last data is finally transferred to the Right Arm. You sigh in relief and leave the room. You’re careful on your way to the place Thomas told you to go to. When he’s done with everything for your escape, he hears the walkie-talkie of one of the guards he’s knocked down.

“Need backup. One subject out of the dormitory. Information transferred outside. Janson knows about it. Over.”

Panic takes possession of Thomas’ body, he leaves the room running. He doesn’t try to be discreet, he just wants to find you. You both can’t waste another second, it’s now or never to leave. While he’s looking for you, he finds Teresa around a corner.

“Thomas ? What are you doing here ?” she questions.

“I could ask you the same thing.” he answers, trying to hide his stress.

“I’m working with Doctor Paige after my day. Everything alright ? You should be in your dormitory.”

“I… I need to find Y/N.” Thomas admits, not wanting to waste even more time, “Look, we’re getting outta here tonight but she got caught. Help me find her. If you want to follow us or not, that’s up to you but help me. We just want to leave this place. We don’t want all this blood on our hands anymore.”

“Thomas, I don’t-”

“You’re gonna help me or not ?!” he cuts her off, impatiently.

Teresa doesn’t have the time to answer him that guards are already grabbing Thomas and pushing him backward. He tries to fight them while Teresa is watching the scene, shocked. Thomas is being dragged by force in one of the parts of the facility he knows all too well. They’re going to erase his memory and put him in the maze. He can’t let that happen. He needs to fight. He needs to at least make sure you’re safe. The guards tighten their grip on the teenager, preventing him from moving. When they arrive in the room, they tie him down on a stretcher before ejecting him a product, making him fall asleep instantly. Thomas is changed while he gets more injections, Janson looking at everything they're doing to him. As for you, you’re being interrogated violently. They want to know where the Right Arm is hiding. You stay silent at every punch. You try to recover from an umpteenth hit when you quickly hear a walkie-talkie. One of the guards takes you by the arm and forces you to walk. You don’t look where you’re going, too exhausted. Nothing has importance anymore. You got caught. You won’t be able to escape. You’ll be put on high surveillance or you’ll be sent into the Maze. You only hope Thomas was luckier than you. When you arrive in the room with the guards, they throw you on the ground. You don’t move until you hear Janson’s voice.

“I have to admit you could have gotten away with it. We had doubts there had been leaks but nothing was certain. You knew how to hide your betrayal. But it wasn’t enough. You have been careless today which is why we found you both.”

“Both ?” you ask, hoping you didn’t hear correctly.

“I know very well you weren’t acting on your own, Y/N. Say hello to Thomas. He’s just over there.” he smiles, showing you something behind him.

“Thomas ? Let him go !” you scream, trying to stand up but the guards stop you. “It was my idea ! It wasn’t his fault ! Let him go !”

Your gaze is fixed on Thomas who is trapped in some kind of vertical basin being filled with water. He’s hitting the glass while Janson gets closer to you with a machiavellian smile.

“You were two in on it. You’re going to pay for the consequences of your selfishness.”

“Our selfishness ? What a joke.”

“You tried to fail experience to find a cure that could save humanity for some friends. I think we can say it’s not very charitable.”

“Let him go, please.” you repeat, desperate.

“Oh no ! You’re going to watch his lung being filled with water.” he states, holding your face, forcing you to look at the scene.

Thomas' body is almost fully under water. His head is only above it, allowing him to scream as loud as he can, but the wall lower his voice.

“You're a monster.” you spat

“A man of science, I prefer.”

Thomas keeps screaming, begging them to let you go, but his efforts are vain. The process is almost over and Janson would have never accepted, too proud to have stopped W.I.C.K.E.D’s two traitors.

“Tell me what I can do. If you leave him alone, I’ll do everything you’ll tell me.” you propose.

“Very well. So be a good girl and never speak again.”

When he’s done talking, Janson quickly takes out a weapon and shots you. You don’t have the time to react that your body is already hitting on the ground. Thomas yells louder, even if he’s on the verge of drowning. His tears are getting lost in the basin while he’s watching your blood spreading out on the floor. He keeps hitting the wall, drawing Janson’s attention. He looks at him with a devilish smile. Thomas shows every ounce of anger and frustration until the water in his lungs makes him lose consciousness. Janson sighs happily before ordering someone to get rid of your body and to transfer Thomas into Maze A where his Trial is about to begin.

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{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}

#marie swriting in english #the maze runner #the maze runner one shot #the maze runner fandom #the maze runner imagine #thomas x reader #thomas x you #thomas x y/n #thomas the maze runner #thomas the maze runner x reader #the maze runner x reader #the maze runner x you #the maze runner x y/n

[theodorelore]

Can you write platonic gladers x gn child reader (8 - 10), like when their in the scorch trials

- this is based off the first part of the scorch trials- i plan at some point to make another part(s) to finish the book. honestly when i started this, i planned to have more written, but then i got 1k words down and decided i could make another part HAHA

↱ platonic!gladers x gn!reader

↱ cw: none

↱ summary: the very beginning of the scorch trials

↱ a/n: thanks for the request:)

the start

the first thing you noticed when you walked into the dormitory was how beautiful it looked. after all those months living in the glade, this looked like something out of a movie- even if you hadn't seen one of those before. your saviors led the group of survivors into the main room, saying how on either side was a room to sleep in, as well as bathrooms. 

it was almost too good to be true, you snuck a glance over at thomas, and he seemed to be in shock about the whole ordeal. you felt a wave of sadness when you remembered about chuck, but quickly was replaced by an unrecognizable need for food. apparently, your saviors knew that you were all hungry, and had appeared with pizza.

actual pizza. your mouth started watering as minho grabbed your hand and led you to the front of the line. frypan, who was at the very front, had no issues with you cutting the line. after receiving three huge pieces of pizza, he led you over to a nearby couch, and joined the line.

the pizza was better than anything you could have imagined; the cheese was melty, and the pepperoni was insanely good. newt took a spot beside you, laughing at the amount of pizza sauce on your face. he grabbed his napkin and gently wiped the excess sauce off of your face. you wrinkled your nose at him, taking another huge bite of the pizza. 

"really?" he asked, his face looked disapprovingly, but his eyes showed amusement.

just at that moment, thomas sat on the other side of you, "c'mon newt, leave the kid alone." he told him, reaching behind you to swat at his shoulder. you stuck your tongue out at him, smiling. 

minho was the last to join the three of you, but by the way the three of them were laughing and speaking to each other, it felt like they had been there for a while. you finished your last slice, and not even a second later, thomas was sliding one of his slices onto your plate. you shook your head, trying to hand it back to him, but all he did was claim he was full. you reluctantly finished the slice, ignoring the look on thomas's face.

once the gladers had all finished eating, a woman came in to take the dirty plates away. after she left, another woman came in to show you where you'd be sleeping. the room had about twenty bunk beds inside of it, and there was two bathrooms, each with ten showers. the boys let you pick out your bunk first, you chose a top bunk while thomas picked the bottom one. newt and minho were beside you. after that, the woman said there was clothes in the drawers, so to feel free to shower while there. you picked out some pajama pants and a hoodie, and then spending a good twenty minutes in the shower.

after leaving the bathroom, you noticed that neither newt, thomas, or minho had moved during the entire time you had been showering.

"you guys okay?" you asked, starting to climb the latter of the bunk bed.

"yeah, why?" newt asked as thomas and minho started walking towards the bathroom.

you shook your head, "no reason." you then started to unmake your bed, getting underneath the blankets.

you saw thomas come out of the bathroom and start to unmake his bed. "alright y/n, i'm gonna go shower, i'll see you in the morning, okay?" newt told you, seeing how you were already falling asleep.

"g'night." you mumbled, and then you were out like a light

—

rough hands grasped your sides, shaking you. you groaned, trying to swat the hands grabbing you, but they didn't let you go. 

"y/n, you need to wake up right now. something's wrong." a voice said, and you opened one of your eyes slightly. only then did you hear the other sounds of what was happening in the room. it sounded like animals were being tortured. then you saw that newt was the one who was still holding you. 

"what's going on?" you asked, trying to get out of his hold.

newt's face was pale, "we don't know, but you need to stay there. don't move."

you didn't have time to question him as he shoved the blanket over your face again, and told you not to take it off, and then he was gone again. you could still hear those awful sounds but was too afraid to try and figure out what it was coming from. 

you could also hear the sounds of newt, minho, and thomas speaking about something, but couldn't figure out what it was being said. 

then you heard something that would most likely stay with you forever. there was a loud bang from somewhere beside you, and then someone saying "kill me!" over and over again. you don't know how long you sat there, covering your ears, and cowering in fear, before newt was beside you again. 

"c'mon," he picked you up, "we're getting out of here." you kept your eyes on the floor, not wanting to see who was making those awful noises.

newt carried you back to where you had pizza the night before, only it was pitch black inside. he let you down, letting you hold his hand instead. they stood in silence before minho decided that he was going to be the one to start looking for the light switches. thomas also started to look, before crashing into a table.

minho must of got to the light switch because suddenly, light illuminated the previously dark room. everyone gasped, looking at the sight in front of them. there were bodies hanging from the ceiling.

thomas tried to cover your eyes, but you had already seen. it was the people from the night before. 

it was a blur after that, thomas and newt was conducting people to look for teresa, while minho was in charge of watching you. they had been in the room that teresa was supposed to be inside of, when the door opened again, and a boy who you've never seen before came walking out with thomas.

minho immediately jumped to his feet, pushing you behind him, "who is that? and where's teresa?" 

thomas just shrugged, "he says his name is aris, and he doesn't know how he got here." thomas turned to walk back out into the common area but stopped.

"are you okay?" you asked, seeing his hesitation.

"the bodies are gone."

after that statement, a loud alarm started, just like the one in the maze.

all chaos broke out.

#platonic x reader #the maze runner x reader #newt x reader #newt x y/n #newt x you #thomas x reader #thomas x you #thomas x y/n #minho x reader #minho x y/n #minho x you

[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello Can you do a Thomas reader when the reader is very affectionate but are afraid to show it her boyfriends. you could do a modern au if you want than you :)

Oooh this is so cute!!! I've never written a modern au, but now I'm just completely in love with the idea. I've got another one in my drafts now lol.

Thank you for requesting ❤❤ hope you enjoy!

Intertwined

Thomas x fem!reader

Modern au (also made into kind of a college au)

Warnings: feeling of insecurity, bad past relationships briefly mentioned, also language

You sigh, leaning back in your chair and rubbing your eyes tiredly.

As you check the time on your phone (it's 12am), you see a message from Thomas from just after 9pm.

(9:06) Finished my shift! Text me when you're done studying, I'll walk you home.

You smile at your phone. Typical sweet Thomas.

You type out a quick reply.

(12:02) Hey, ended up staying pretty late, but don't worry. See you in the morning ❤

You pack up your books and laptop, hoisting your bag onto your shoulder and leaving the library.

As you turn to start walking home, your phone pings. I'm still at work, meet me there

You frown slightly; Thomas' shift finished hours ago. Still, you make your way to the cafe he works at.

You arrive at the cafe, and little bells jingle as you open the door.

Thomas' head lifts at the sound, and his face splits with a wide grin.

"Hey," he says softly, watching as your exhausted eyes take him in.

With three long strides, you close the gap between the two of you and wrap your arms around him, dropping your face into the crook of his neck.

"Woah, hey," he lets out laugh. "You 'right?"

You pull away with a smile. "Yeah, I'm good now. How come you're here so late? Weren't you off at 9?"

"Thought I'd wait up for you. Keep Newt company too," he says, jerking his chin over to the counter.

"Coffee, Y/n?" calls Newt. "Decaf, yeah?"

"Yes please," you reply. You walk over to the register, searching for your wallet in your bag.

"Seriously, Y/n?" Newt raises an eyebrow. "Come on, you're part of the family now. It's on the house."

You send Newt a grin. "Thanks."

You turn as you hear Thomas calling your name, patting the seat beside him in a booth.

You drop into the seat, melting into the cushions and immediately slumping against Thomas.

He chuckles lightly, gazing at you as you lean into him.

The two of you stay in the cafe for a little longer, chatting with Newt as you drink your coffee.

Then Thomas walks you home, arm around your shoulder.

⭒----⭒

"How's everything been lately?" asks Thomas. "You seemed pretty stressed last night."

You sigh. "Study's tiring, as usual. But it's alright."

The two of you are having lunch in the park, takeaway bought from a nearby restaurant and an old picnic blanket laid out on the grass.

"Why you you ask?" you raise your eyebrows at him.

"I could tell you were really tired. Don't worry too much about school, okay? It's important, but it's not everything." He turns a concerned look to you, and you warm at the care in his eyes.

"Yeah, I know," you say with a smile. You thread your fingers with his, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"It was a little like this actually," says Thomas.

"Like what?"

"Like, you're usually, you know, you only do this," he nudges your head gently with his shoulder. "When you're tired."

You blink, and the realisation hits you like a punch to the gut.

You pull away instantly, yanking your hand out of his.

"I'm- I'm sorry," you whisper. "I didn't mean to be all- you know. Sorry."

"What? No, hey, Y/n that's not what I-"

But you don't hear his protests and reassurances, you're stuck inside your head.

You've always been a more affectionate person, always big on hugging, laying on other people, holding hands with everyone, whether that's friends or otherwise.

It's just- you've been told before that you're too clingy, or you've made dates uncomfortable by getting too close to the person.

You're terrified for the same to happen with Thomas, the first person you've actually felt like you could fall in love with.

Usually you manage to pull yourself back, but you suppose last night you were just too tired to keep yourself in check.

"Y/n, please. Look at me," you break out of your thoughts as you meet Thomas' eyes.

"I'm sorry," you say again.

"What for? There was nothing to be sorry for. Shit, I'm sorry. I just meant- I know you keep your guard up around me, and I didn't mean to make you worry, I just-"

His hands cup your face as he speaks, and he's got a slight frown on his face as he tries to get you to understand.

"You can be yourself around me," he promises. "I don't care if you're too clingy, or whatever the problem was. I love it when you're leaning on me or holding my hand. And if you don't want that stuff, that's fine too."

You huff out a laugh. "Okay. Thank you."

You reach out and pull him into a tight hug.

"We good?"

"Yeah, good."

⭒----⭒

After getting everything straightened out with Thomas, you've started to let yourself be a little more affectionate with him, and you love the way he always reciprocates immediately.

"Someone pinch me!" gasps Minho, clutching his chest dramatically. "A genuine Y/n sighting, in the flesh!"

"Hilarious," you deadpan, rolling your eyes at his antics as you walk into the cafe.

"Hey, c'mon, we haven't seen you in weeks," says Newt, sending you a grin.

"Exam season sucks," you groan. "Is Thomas here?"

"In the back," Minho points to the kitchen.

You drop your bag into the corner of the booth as you slide in.

"Y/n!" Thomas presses a kiss to your forehead as he sits down beside you. "Hey, can I take my break now?"

" 'course," says Minho, standing to return to his shift.

"I haven't seen you in ages," murmurs Thomas, pulling you into him.

You giggle and tilt your head up to kiss his jaw. "I literally saw you yesterday."

"Day before yesterday," he corrects with a mock-pout. "It's too long."

"Sorry," you say, pulling his hand toward you so you can play with his fingers. "Promise I'll make up for the lost time later, 'kay?"

"You better," says Thomas with a grin.

A shorter fic than usual, but I loved the slice of life kind of feel when I was writing it. I love writing Thomas cause I always picture him as the cutest, sweetest guy in a relationship ❤❤

Thank you for the request!! Hope you enjoyed :)

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[dcangel]

little blurb from my thomas x reader fic on wattpad🤭

"What else do you like." The girl reiterated.

“Things you’d think are weird.”

She lightly rolled her eyes, shaking her head in playful disapproval. “Like what?”

He felt that weird feeling again, like he was nervous. Thomas didn’t quite know what to say, it was as if he was drawing a blank; forgetting everything he knew about himself. “I don’t know, just weird things.”

Y/N sighed and flicked his wrist, which inadvertently made him stop fiddling to pull his hand away, grumbling something about how it hurt. She tugged herself up off his shoulder and mirrored the way he was sitting; sitting on the bed with her back against the wall. “Does that mean I’m weird?”

Keep in mind yall that they’re literally 8 and still in the wckd facility and don’t know they like each other yet (they don’t even really know it themselves either)

fic: The Last Look | Thomas x Reader (just type in “The Last Look” it’ll probably be the first)

author: hpdanica (me)

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[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Thomas | A Sight To Behold | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “Are you wearing my tunic?”

Requested: Yes

When one of Thomas’ beloved tunics goes missing, he’s determined to have it back, until he sees you wearing it.

Humming contently, Thomas let the knife slide through the cucumber time and time again, until a bowl of thin slices was filled to the brim. Matthew’s eyes are curiously watching him as the former tax-collector busies himself dicing the onion, yet appears to not be very good at it yet. 

“Are you going to chop them up more finely?” Thomas queries upon seeing the large chunks of onion on Matthew’s chopping board, but the man in question shrugs, unsure of what the problem is. 

Thomas huffs when he finds the response somewhat vague and takes a small flask of vinegar to add to the cucumber slices. “Pickled vegetables are the best,” he explains, “They take a lot of time and patience, but once done, it’s the best treat!” He pours a royal amount into the bowl before squeezing a lemon into the mixture, adding a royal pinch of salt to finish it up. “Now all we need is those onions of yours and a container that we can close off so that it will not get messy when we need to travel around again.”

Matthew lets out a noise and tilts his head slightly. “How long will it take?”

“About a week. Maybe two.”

“Wouldn't it rot?”

“It will ferment at best.” Thomas reassures him. “I had expected you to be more familiar with high end foods, seeing that you’ve lived a life of luxury and all.” There is no mean edge to Thomas’ voice, but Matthew casts his eyes down in shame nevertheless.

“I-I already said that I deeply regret—”

Thomas interrupts him: “I know, Matthew, I meant nothing with it.” A brief silence falls over the two whilst Thomas impatiently awaits the moment that he can add the onions. Shoving the bowl closer, he already finds a proper spoon to stir the mixture with, and–

–A gush of vinegar, salt and lemon juice soaks his tunic suddenly as he knocks against it, a noise of surprise leaving his lungs. Thomas jumps back in shock, not in time to catch the falling bowl, which falls to the ground with a thud, cucumber slices all over the place.

“Just my luck!” Thomas grunts in annoyance, clicking his tongue and frustratedly wiping a dirty rag against the stain on his colourful tunic, but to no avail. “I smell like sweaty armpits!”

Matthew clears his throat and comes up with an idea: “Wh-Why don’t you go put on a clean tunic, then I’ll–I’ll clean this up, okay?”

This kindness takes Thomas by surprise and he smiles, giving Matthew a small nod. “Oh, thank you, friend.”

“Friend?” The word sounds so foreign to Matthew that he repeats it with widened eyes.

After a beat of silence, Thomas nods with a beaming smile. “Of course, Matthew. We’re friends.”

Matthew’s face brightens and he straightens his back, taking the bowl from the ground to start cleaning up the mess. A few months ago, the young man wouldn’t even have touched dirt, let alone picked up muddy cucumber off the soil. It showed major growth within his character.

Thomas rushes to his tent, which he shares with Nathanael and Thaddeus, and finds his bag of belongings to find a fresh tunic. Rummaging around, he fingers through the leather bag though underthings, scarves and pyjamas, but finds no clean garment to wear.

He frowns - he is certain that Mary had given him his laundry yesterday, and he is even more certain that he had neatly tucked it away into his bag, where he liked everything to remain organised. It would not make sense for him to misplace it, lest he lose it. No, Thomas isn’t like the other Disciples who would even lose their head if it weren’t attached to their bodies, so why his tunic is missing is a mystery.

Perhaps he’d find it in the current load of laundry, that you had accidentally brought it with you on your rounds gathering the dirty tunics of the men when your turn to wash them in the nearby river rolled around. It is the only logical explanation, he tells himself. The idea of having to seek you out brings inexplicable nerves to his gut.

He stands and leaves the tent before heading for the creek he’d probably find you at. On his way there, he greets Philip and sees Matthew from the corner of his eye still picking up cucumber slices. Even though the former tax-collector didn’t have to do that and even though Thomas is perfectly capable of doing it himself, the selfless offer to clean up his mess has been very kind.

Upon witnessing your form hunched over, your feet dipped into the river as you rub one of Simon’s tunics against a rock to get out the worst of the stains, he cannot help but smile. Careful not to slip, he approaches, calling out your name.

“(Y/n)?”

You look up and over your shoulder to greet him with a smile that makes his insides turn to mush. He shakes off the feeling and steps over the wet stones to communicate more easily with you. 

“Hi, Thomas,” you say, squinting against the sunlight. You hold your hand over your eyes for some shade so that you can properly look at him. 

He fiddles with his sleeve and tries to find the right words, sudden nerves tainting his confidence. “I ah… I was wondering if you had already done my laundry.”

You bite your lip and gaze over to the tunics that lay out in the sun to dry, draped over boulders to quicken the process. “I’m not sure, but why not take a look there?” 

Thomas nods and clears his throat, walking past the shore to see if one of his tunics can be used already. He lets his eyes go over the items of clothing – Mary’s blue dress, one of Nathanael’s darker garments, Andrew’s neutral colours, there are even three tunics that belong to you, which is odd to Thomas for he never knew you carried so many on you  – once his attention is drawn to one of his own outfits, he reaches over to it, straining a little to not have to step into the water.

As soon as his fingers make contact with the fabric, he finds it too wet to wear yet, and huffs a small noise of frustration. Of course it is not directed towards you, for you are just doing your job, but rather at himself for not properly maintaining his own clothes in the way he would have wanted.

Pushing himself off the boulder again, he stands up straight, at least attempts to. Flailing his arms, Thomas loses his balance and lands rear-down into the shallow water, pain shunting through his spine upon collision with the ground.

“Thomas!” you exclaim with a gasp, jumping to your feet and rushing over to help him up. He awkwardly sits in the water as it soaks through his already dirty robe, trying to process what has just happened.

You appear in his field of vision, blocking out the sun from his eyes as he looks up at you a bit stunned. It takes him a second to notice your outstretched hand, which he grabs. Assisting him as he stands up, the bottom half of his attire heavy with water, you steady him by putting a hand against his chest. The contact makes Thomas jolt in surprise.

“Tha-thank you, (Y/n)” he stutters, embarrassed, “I lost my balance, and ah…”

His eye falls upon the outfit you’re wearing. The orange linen is strangely familiar to him, as is the edge that embellishes it, the embroidery pattern very similar to what he owns.

Then, it clicks. 

“Wait…” Thomas begins, “Are you wearing my tunic?”

The flush that creeps up on your cheeks makes you look adorable - why is he even thinking that? - and you take some of the fabric in between your fingers before sighing. 

“I-I’m very sorry, Thomas, but…” Embarrassed, you look over to your own clothes, that are all still soaked to the last fibre, far from dry, “I uh… I had a bit of an accident and had no clean tunics left to put on. I had tied a scarf around my waist to hide the… Stain, so when I went on my round to gather the dirty laundry, I saw your tunic sticking out of your bag, and I just thought…”

You put a hand over your face and drop your shoulders. “I stepped out of line. I’m sorry, Thomas, it wasn’t polite of me to just take your belongings without asking. I hope you can forgive me, but I understand if not. I-I can take it off if you want to, I’ll wear one of my own wet tunics, it can still dry in the sun whilst I work—”

“Nothing of that,” Thomas immediately stops you, “It’s okay, really! Actually, I came to get it because I had an accident, too, but… You’re right, this will dry in the sun, too.” He lifts his own wet garment that sits heavy around his hips. “You need it more than I do… And…” He swallows thickly, a comment poising itself onto his tongue. “It looks very nice on you.”

A shy smile tugs at your lip. “Do you think so?”

Thomas mirrors your expression. “Yeah!” he reassures you, “Absolutely! You can have that colour better than I do.”

You click your tongue and can’t help but giggle. “Stop it, now.”

A bit more confident now, Thomas shrugs and gives you a wide grin. “I uh, I should get back to my work. Thank you for doing the laundry. I… I was just making pickled cucumbers with Matthew, and… You like those, right?”

Amused, you nod at him. “I do,” you state, “But don’t rush yourself.”

“Likewise, (Y/n),” he tells you, “Have a  good day now. Shalom shalom.”

“Shalom shalom, Thomas.” you reply before heading back to your work.

Pleasant tingles set Thomas’ veins aflame as he floats back to the table where Matthew has already started on another batch of pickled cucumbers to replace the first one, and takes a knife with a dreamy sigh. 

“Is everything okay?” Matthew questions, “You’re still wearing your dirty tunic and… Why are you wet?”

Thomas hums in reply and checks how much vinegar is left. “I fell into the water.”

“I see. Didn’t have a clean tunic?”

“I did, but (Y/n) is wearing it. She needs it more than I do.”

Matthew’s brow knits together and he looks over his shoulder to find you on the shore in Thomas’ garment, determinedly completing your task.

“You don’t mind it?” Matthew wants to know, “I know that I would mind.”

“I don’t think he does, kid,” Philip pipes up, intersecting himself in between him and Thomas, “I’ve got a feeling that our dear friend wouldn’t mind doing anything for her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Thomas asks with genuine confusion.

Philip smiles. “You will eventually find that out for yourself, friend. To me it is obvious and to you not so much, but it will come! Shalom shalom.” 

Philip takes a slice of cucumber and pops it into his mouth, laughing heartily when he leaves Thomas and Matthew too stunned to respond, whistling a happy tune.

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[filthforfriends]

Loosing It (Part 1)

Thomas x fem reader

Word count: 5k

You were furious at the remnants of internalized Evangelism because they ruined this moment for you. This perfect moment, where Thomas asked you to be his girlfriend. Properly too, with flowers and nervous hands constantly fixing his hair, which he carefully styled every morning to look unbrushed.

“Yes, of course!” you gushed, crushing him in a hug. There was a moment, with your cheek pressed to his chest before you pulled away for the kiss, that your heart dropped like a stone, past your stomach and to your feet. You felt his sternum heave a sigh of relief. Whereas, behind your sternum it felt like all your insides were clenched in a fist.

You kiss him quickly, before he gets a chance to see your expression, because you’re not sure what your face is doing. His hot breath hits your cheeks as he lets out a moan. Thomas pulls you towards him in his way, which will be permanently superglued to your lizard brain. He gets a grip with his entire hand, which is heavy and warm, rubbing the area before pulling you forward with all his might. Consequently, both hands slide up your body, messing up your clothes. Then, Thomas gets a new grip, because you’re still not close enough. All while groaning in appreciation. Hiking your clothes up is a side effect of this much passion, and ends with his hold on your bare back. Making out this way usually resulted in your bare abdominis being pressed together. Like your clothes were trying to take themselves off, since you weren’t going to do it.

Definitely a perfect moment, with your perfect physical chemistry, too bad you couldn’t enjoy it. You’d counted on having more time to tell him, break the news that you were a virgin. Not being in a committed relationship had done you a favor, because Thomas never presumed anything, not with his hands, not with his body. He respected your invisible boundaries, and had come from a very religious background too. You’d talk for hours into the night about deconstructing the teachings, and where god and grace really lay. It was an unspoken rule that you were waiting until a committed relationship to have sex. Now you were in a committed relationship, but holy shit you were not ready to have sex tonight. You weren’t ready to tell him either. So what's there to do? Run? 

Thomas pulls away from the kiss and presses his lips to your ear. A careful hand hesitates at the boundary on your lower back.

“Is this okay, michetta?” He slowly slides his hand down and your heart stops before feeling his fingers in your back pocket.

“Yes, Thomas. I officially grant you permission to grope me.” He massaged the muscle of your glute, gripping the soft flesh firmly. This you had done before, but never had it made your heartbeat erratic. Never had you hung on tighter to appease the desire to be closer. Unfortunately, pulling Thomas in by the back of the neck did nothing to fulfill the yearning that burned in your core. In response, his other hand grabbed your ass and he pulled you upwards onto your tiptoes.

“Thank fuck,” he growled, and the lust in his voice shook you. How long had he been holding that back? How much of his patience was already used up? Most terrifying, was that he gave voice to a sentiment that was echoed in you. Sexual desire made you feel out of control. Needing a breath, you end the kiss with a peck, and turn away as you pull back. 

Thomas hugs you from behind, pressing his body to yours, both arms around you. He sucks on your earlobe, and you feel your fingers begin to tremble. Your eyes close and all you can think is oh my god, yes. One of his hands slides up to cup your breast, thumb rubbing in circles. You don’t realize what Thomas is doing until your nipple gets hard under your bralette. The pad of his thumb brushes back and forth over the erect bud, and this is new. Besides yourself, no one had played with your nipples, and holy shit it was so satisfying. 

“You like that don’t you?” It was all you could do to nod, as Thomas’ other hand slid up your ribcage to deliver the same treatment. This time, your nipple was hard and waiting. He dragged his fingers upwards torturously slowly. You were arching into his touch, about to beg, when he finally delivered. Thomas pinched your nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and you let out a sound in place of words, something carnal. The pleasure was like a lightning bolt straight to your cunt.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, sinking his teeth into your earlobe. With your eyes scrunched closed, you didn’t see where his hand moved, only felt it when Thomas’ got there. He slid his hand between your legs. For a second, with your eyelids shut, it felt amazing. Pressure and warmth where you hadn't realized you needed it, but surely did. Desperately. But then, your eyes snapped open and your brain was greeted with the reality of the situation. Thomas’ hand was cupping your pussy over your leggings.

“I can’t wait to do this in a mirror with no clothes on.” Oh my god. He kisses your cheek a few times while moving his fingers. Thomas can feel where your vulva dips into your vaginal opening. His middle finger starts making circles.

“Michetta, you’re so wet that you soaked through your clothes.” You completely dissociate from your body, only able to feel your face burning with shame. No. Not yet. Too soon. 

“I’m sorry,” you squeak, torn from the moment completely, as your body informs you that you’ve reached a hard boundary. 

“Oh, it's not a bad thing, michetta,” Thomas chuckles, peppering the side of your face with kisses. He has no idea what's going on in your head, but is intuitive enough to look down to your balled fists. Carefully, he slides his fingers away from the wet spot. 

“Baby it's a good thing,” he purrs. His Italian accent is thicker because he’s turned on. He starts looking for your clit instead, but you cringe and clench every muscle in your body. What's wrong with me? 

“Woah, michetta, hey,” he coos, affectionately, wrapping you in his arms and swaying back and forth. He nuzzles you and god does part of you wants this, but another part doesn’t. He’s being so considerate and attentive that you feel ridden with guilt. Maybe it's the look on your face, or your lack of response, or the way you’re not leaning into him anymore. Thomas removes his hands from you and steps back. You take a couple deep breaths, and the burning behind your eyes abates. Turning around is the bigger challenge, because then you’ll have to offer an explanation.

“Please say something,” a wavering, fragile voice requests behind you. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Thomas’ face has gone white and his bottom lip is trembling. You’re trying to figure out what happened in the last six seconds to prompt this reaction, but you’re drawing a blank. Seeing Thomas so distraught hurts your heart and you want to fix it, whatever it is, immediately. 

“Baby, what's wrong?” you croon, opening your arms. He looks surprised, then relieved, then miserable and throws himself into your embrace. For a few seconds you’re staggering from the weight of your boyfriend’s hug, but he rips himself away.

“I shouldn’t be…you shouldn’t be…hug, comfort. It’s not…I a –” Thomas looks like he’s going to puke and stops speaking. “A” what? What could make him this upset? 

“Baby, I didn’t mean to reject you like that.” Your fingertips reach for Thomas' wrist. “Hey, what just happened?” Genuine confusion marks his features.

“I as – assaul – didn’t I just?” Assault. 

“Tommy, no you didn’t! Oh my god, baby, no.” First day of being his girlfriend and already subjected him to more emotional anguish than any other relationship. He lets out the biggest sigh you’ve ever seen, rubbing his face in his hands roughly, then pushing his hair back. Again, you extend your arms to embrace him.

“Up?”

“Mhm,” you agree, springing off the ground. No one had held you like this before Thomas, in the air with your legs wrapped around his waist. For some people it’d be too high off the ground, but for you it was the most comforting, heart-warming embrace possible. He folded his hands into a seat under your tailbone, and pressed his face to your neck.

“I was so fucking scared. It’s just the way you reacted and I didn’t ask,” he sighs. “Just the thought that I – mm mm” he shakes his head, voice muffled.

“Actually, it was the hottest thing ever until it was too much.” The lightness of your comment prompts Thomas to look up, biting his lip. 

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. His eyes were so beautiful up close, and you didn’t fail to notice how big his pupils got when he looked at you. 

“So where is that boundary exactly, so I know for the future? Nothing under the clothes or taking clothes off or between the legs or in sex positions.” He listed them off so patiently, but you got the impression that Thomas was doing this because it was the right thing to do. He was the type of guy to do the right thing, but that didn’t make it the thing he wanted or would have preferred. He likely thought that he would be having sex with his girlfriend tonight. Instead, he got to have a panic attack because you flipped shit when he touched you between the legs.

“Okay, let's talk, because this whole mess is my fault.” Thomas sat on the couch so you had room to move off his lap, which you didn’t. His attention was totally engaged and you can’t help but trace down the bridge of his Roman nose. He was so beautiful. 

“You had something you wanted to say?” he prompted.

“Yes, you’re very distracting.” He smiles and you admire his perfect, little, feral teeth. “Okay, so um…Okay, let’s just admit that sex is a requirment within your relationships.”

“Well… yeah. I  just assumed that it was for you too.” Maybe that was a bad start.

“With the right partners it is. Which would of course include you!” Thomas’ face is encouraging, albeit mysterfied. 

“So we are going to have sex?”

“Yes, correct!”

“But not tonight?”

“No, not tonight.”

“Okay, but…why not? And when? Not to be presumptions, but I kinda thought once we were in a relationship…”

“Totally rational! So you’re the first guy that…has been the right partner.”

“Huh?”

“I’m a virgin.” There’s a silence that you immediately scramble to fill up. “And when we were talking about our past experience I didn’t lie about the shitty blowjobs or bad kissers! That was all real, I just didn’t clarify, which, now that I’m thinking about it, may have been deceit by omission. But that wasn’t my intent to lie! I just –” Thomas holds up his hand to halt your justifications. 

“Just give me a sec, michetta.” The upheld hand falls to rub your flank, soothing. His gaze is cast slightly away from yours and he’s thinking hard, other hand drumming on your knee cap. The anticipation is a small slice of hell, and your heart thunders in your chest. You count the beats, only getting to five before breaking. Your shaking hands hold the bottom of his button up for something to grab, to anchor. Leaning forward just a couple degrees, you barely rest your forehead against his.

“I really really really like you so much,” you confess. It might be the most vulnerable you’ve felt since you were a child, and needed the help of another to navigate the world. There was nothing to help you navigate this: telling your rockstar boyfriend that you’d never had sex before.

“Tommy, please say literally anything.”

“Okay, I…I had considered it as an option, briefly.”

“Right, okay,” you encouraged.

“But, then I figured that someone had, in your past, um –”

“Religious trauma only,” you clarified. ”Obviously, it is still an issue.”

“Good, because the thought that someone had, that they’d,” he huffs, and shakes his head, enraged by the idea of someone violating you. Thomas takes a deep breath while squeezing the meat of your thigh to ground himself. Never had you been so aroused, at such an inappropriate moment. Guiding his hand between your legs where you straddled him was an impulse you should ignore, right?

“Just Texan purity culture. Sex being a sin isn’t enough. The girls are punished for the mere idea of enjoying it. Sex should be a way to serve a man, the church, and god. It’s like they wanted you to sacrifice any pursuit of sexual pleasure to prove how devout you were. Women should want nothing for themselves. Sorry, I know you’ve heard this before, but thank fuck I got out of it when I was younger. I remember at 15, just masturbating was a huge rebellion,” you reminisce, rolling your eyes.

“But you do, right? It's really important that you touch yourself.” Touch yourself. That language made your skin burn.

“Yeah…if nothing else as a reminder of my own bodily autonomy.” Thomas nods intently. You were over this, being ashamed of masturabtion. You had sex toys, too. You were liberated, god damn it! But something about the Thomas’ European nonchalance when it came to this made your attempts at sex positivity feel downright conservitive. 

“Good, that's good. Pleasuring yourself is so important for women, especially.”

“Absolutely,” you agree, finally achieving an air of maturity and control. You were a self-actualized feminist who could talk about sex openly, chin held high. 

“It’s important that you figure out what you like. That way you can tell me and I can do it to you.” Holy fuck. All pretenses crumble. Your face feels so hot that it makes you dizzy. A hand comes up to fan yourself, and you let out a breath, parched.

“You know what's impressive? Even the tips of your ears are red right now,” Thomas observes. He’s smirking, with some of his confidence back. Immediately, you look for a pillow to hit him with in your vicinity, and find nothing. There's a decorative cushion in the far corner of the couch, and you throw yourself towards it, tipping the both of you over.

“No, no, no!” He tries to pull you back, but you wiggle out of his grip. Crawling forth, you fingers brush the tassel that lines the edges, but Thomas gets both arms around you. He squishes you into the couch and you let out a dramatic groan, knowing all hope is lost.

“Teasing me is not a good way to get my virtue!”

“You say it like I’m winning an iPhone or something.” He’s right, and you burst out laughing so hard that oxygen becomes scarce. Thomas starts laughing too, and it feels good to laugh, releasing all the tension of the last hour. His chest heaves against you, the muscles of his abdomen rippling as he takes gasping breaths. Every cackle his body shudders and he squeezes a little tighter for a moment. Each abrupt intake of air makes your baby hairs flutter, and each powerful exhale of joy muses your updo a little more. 

He slumps, tangling his long limbs with yours so you could squirm away if you wanted. You don’t. Thomas leans his face against your profile, and you can just barely see his eyes scrunched closed, freckles smattered across the bridge of his elegant nose. Watching his happiness prompted a rushing feeling in your chest, and you wept, still laughing. This was your perfect moment. Where your cheek rested in the soft crook of his arm, like the white underbelly of an animal. It was a metaphor for all the vulnerable places Thomas had borne for you so far. Two months was too fast, you knew that. But falling in love with Thomas made you question if you’d really ever loved anything else in your whole life.

The laughter dissolves into slow kisses. No tongue, just enjoying the feel of each other’s mouths. He eventually pulled back, and you braced for the reckoning. 

“Can I ask why?” You sighed, trying to phrase an answer that was far from simple.

“It was never worth opening the Pandora’s Box that is my relationship with sex until you. Whenever I think about how much I want you I get panicked.” Thomas perks up a bit at that.

“Because you don’t want to have sex?” he clarifies.

“Not really,” you sigh, throwing your head back and groaning. “It’s intimidating.”

“How can I make it less intimidating?” You pet his hair, smiling. Thomas’ gentle nature was downright dreamy.

“By not doing anything all at once. I freeze up and get freaked out.”. Being tangled together on the couch was getting uncomfortable, legs getting sore from the strange position. 

“Let’s sit up,” you groan, and Thomas helps push you upright. “Okay, so, it’s not that I’m not ready to have sex. But, like, I still need to go slow.”

“Right…” The doubt in his voice makes you wince. He’s leaning against the corner of the couch, trying to make his expression encouraging. 

“It’s like, it’s like, uh” your words are stumbling out, tripping over themselves. “I’m not comforable wanting sex.” Thomas rests his elbow on the back of the couch and adjusts unnecessarily, sighing. 

“Michetta, I’m lost.” You search his face for regret, that I can’t believe I’m dating a virgin look. The panic, wanting out, wishing you could undo something along the way because now you’re stuck. It might be there, about to surface. Thomas staying with you out of moral obligation was horrifying.

“This is me giving you an out.” You will steadiness into your voice. Thomas frowns, brow furrowed.

“Cara mia, I don’t want an out,” he expresses, emphatically. Cara mia. My love. Fuck. He scoots forward, taking both your hands in his, and your eyes are burning again. His fingers are long, but almost femnine. Thomas’ black nail polish is chipped and he’s wearing that crude silver ring that he never takes off. You move it back and forth with your thumb, fidgeting.

“I need you to trust me enough to make me understand. I can’t keep guessing.” You nod. This awkward, fragmented conversation wasn’t normal within your dynamic. You were like best friends as soon as you’d been introduced: giggling, sharing all your secrets.

“The part that's stuck with me, for whatever reason, is the condemnation of lust. Sex is unfamiliar to everyone their first time, and of course, that is nerve wracking. It's not really what made me avoid it though. I could probably hook up with a stranger if I wanted to.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Thomas interrupts. 

“Yeah, me too,” you whisper in a moment of careful affection. “I know I joke about religious trauma, but it's honestly kind of a coping mechanism. Because the way my mom talked –” Suddenly, your voice is wobbling, hands shaking. Why did your nerves have to be experienced so visibly all the damn time? Thomas laces your fingers together.

“Keep going.” You take a shuddering breath.

“Chaos. Giving control over to the devil. Unforgivable sin, or at least, sin she couldn’t forgive. Being chaste was so important that she made wanting sex a bretrayl to our family. I mean, it fucking worked, obviously,” you sniffled. Thomas pressed his lips to your temple for a couple seconds.

“I can see why that part stuck,” he murmurs. “C’mon.” He sits sideways and pulls you onto his lap. It's a relief to have it all out there, and to not be rejected. You’re feeling too many things, but the majority are positive.

“I want us to use the color system: red is stop, yellow is slow down, green is keep going. So you just tell me whenever or answer when I say ‘check-in.’” It seems a little extreme, but an effective fail safe. Safe.

“Is red my safe word?” Your stomach drops. You’d never anticipated having the kind of sex that required a safe word.

“Yes,” he confirms. You feel yourself blanching.

“And I need a safe word?”

“After that reaction,” he points over his shoulder to where you’d been standing earlier, “I need you to have a safe word. Something like that should have never happened, you should’ve been able to say ‘red.’” Problem was, “stop” didn’t exactly describe how you’d felt at that moment. 

“That was…orange.” Thomas’ eyebrows raise in surprise. 

“What would have made it yellow?”

“If you told me what you were doing first, and didn’t say…that. In a situation where I felt in control, it might’ve been green.”  

“Wow, okay.” You watch him battle impure thoughts, fight to straighten out his priorities, but you’d snared him. It was fun to see him reeling when just his hand on your breast made it impossible to form a coherent thought.

“Yeah, it felt really good. And, of course, you’re sexy as hell. It was just a little too far for that moment.” Now, Thomas is the one who’s flushed. You push his hair away from his face and see a tiny bead of sweat on his forehead. 

“Yeah, just a little too far for today,” he confirms.

“I didn’t say that.” There’s a long pause, and the sexual tension flares up like putting carsine on a fire. You refuse to break eye contact first. Thomas is desperate to give you exactly what you want, and that makes you feel powerful. 

You scoot off of his lap and pull him down on top of you, laying on the couch. There's a moment of shuffling around and rearranging of limbs. You part your legs and Thomas isn’t sure if he’s allowed to rest between them.

“Green,” you encourage. He lowers himself down and your arms rest around his neck.

“Hi there,” you chirp, beaming. This was a position you’d avoided up until now, but it wasn’t setting off any alarms in your head. Thomas’ expression was self-conscious. He shifted around, nerves radiating off of him. 

“Babe, c’mere, it's fine!” You pull him down, and reluctantly he rests on top of you. There's something hard in his pocket that's digging into the hinge of your hip.

“Tommy, could you take your wallet out?” You shift around and Thomas lets out a squeak.

“My wallet isn’t in my pocket,” he says, voice strained. Deciding to just prove him wrong instead of arguing, you shove your hand between your bodies and grab whatever’s in his pocket. 

“Then what’s this?” Now that you have a hold on it over his jeans, you can feel the object is not wallet-shaped. Thomas lets out another squeak for some reason. Investigating, you feel around, trying to figure out what this thing is that's stabbing you in the leg. The object takes you by surprise by pulsing and Thomas whimpers.

“Y/n –”

“Uh, what the fuck is in your pocket?” you exclaim.

“There's nothing in my pocket,” he croaks. 

“Obviously there is.” You grab it again to prove a point, moving the object around in case Thomas forgot he was carrying it. 

“Wait, oh my god,” he groans, eyes fluttering closed. “Y/n, that's in my boxers not my pocket.”

“What the fuck do you have – oh. Whoopsies.” You rescind your hand as Thomas grimaces. “My bad, sorry. Is it okay?”

“Yeah, my dick is fine,” he chuckles. “I just need to –” He gets up and turns his back to you. Was he mad? You had just groped him without asking. It was more like the beginnings of a terrible hand job.

“Are you trying to get rid of your boner?”

“Yes.”

“Is it working?”

“Not at all.” You snicker and he turns back around. “Check?”

“Green. Also in my limited experience it doesn’t work like that, so…come here.” You reach out with grabby hands and Thomas smiles like he doesn’t have a choice but to appease you and he doesn’t want one either. He climbs back on top of you, resuming his previous position. Thomas watches your face as he lowers himself down.

“Check?”

“Green, but your dick is digging into my thigh.”

“Oh, shit.” He reaches down and adjusts himself, resting his weight on you again. Thomas brushes the hair out of your face, then strokes your cheek with the back of his hand. 

“Sometimes I can’t believe the way you look at me.” The confession is whispered, and Thomas grins.

“It’s funny, I feel the same way,” he responds, eyes holding that adoration you covet. Kisses devolve into fully making out, tongue and all. Everytime Thomas shifts, you’re made aware of his cock pressing squarely against the seat of your underwear. As he passion grows, Thomas starts moving into the kiss, rocking up and down a little bit. Then a little more. Brushing your vulva turns into lightly grinding, and you can’t help but roll your hips up to meet him. The friction is foriegn and exciting. After a couple of seconds you’re sure you like it very much, and even consider wrapping your legs around him.

Your whole pelvis is on fire with sensations you’re experiencing for the first time. You want to do this with Thomas until you cum, think the grinding is almost enough to get you there on its own. Feeling your enthusiasm, he moans and grabs your midthigh, massaging. His hand slides down to your ass, using that grip to pull your hips up to meet him even more. Thomas rubbed his cock against your pussy with more vigor, and it was on the right side of too much. 

The kiss was abandoned in favor of focusing on whatever you call this. You kept your eyes closed anyway, in case seeing what you were doing allowed your brain to ruin it. Thomas' zipper was rough and this motion was beginning to make you sore, but you didn’t want any less intensity. It was a contradiction easily solved by him taking off his pants. Grinding would probably pull his briefs down, so might as well take them off. If he was naked, you should be too since these leggings were long past ruined. 

Thomas would peel them back, underwear too, and as soon as your groins rested together it would be heaven. That pulse you felt in your hand would beat against your pussy. All your arousal would allow an easy slide. Thomas could rub his shaft between your labia, inner labia and although you didn’t know what that would feel like you needed it. Needed the head of his cock throbbing against your clit. Size didn’t matter, because he’d be hot and silky between your legs. All of him touching all of you, and it wouldn’t count as sex. 

He’d probably last longer that way, so you wouldn’t have to stop at one orgasam. You could have two, or maybe three. You’d be sweating, pressed into the mattress as Thomas thrusted against you. Maybe he’d get the angle wrong. With everything so wet, the head of his cock slipped inside – no. No.

“Yellow,” you moaned, gasping for air. Thomas stilled his hips, removed his hand from your ass. It felt like gallons of ice water had been poured over you when your eyes opened. You shivered and met Thomas’ worried stare. 

“What happened?”

“I really wanted to do that with all our clothes off,” you huff, still fighting for air.

“Cara mia, that's kind of the point,” he pleads, before collecting himself. “Okay, so remind me why that's a bad thing?” he rephrases. You couldn’t help but giggle at his pained expression.

“Because I’m not ready to.” 

“But what's wrong with wanting it?” Well shit.

“You make a compelling point there Tommy.” You flop down on the couch and Thomas sits back on his knees. “I’m just so scared of regretting it, y’know?” Maybe this is your own mind playing tricks on you and if you had sex right her right now it’d be fantastic. 

“Yeah, and I don’t want you to,” he says with so much tenderness and genuine internet. “You could’ve told me earlier. I wouldn’t have disappeared.”

“Really,” you whisper in disbelief, feeling small.

“Yeah, in fact I –” He halts his own speech, as if a thought has just occurred to him. “Was today the first time someone has touched you, like –”

“It was the closest anyone has come to my vagina, yes.” Thomas looks so horrified that you snicker. “What? It was good. It was!” you insist when his expressions sours.  

“Oh my god, no,” he groans, resting his face in his hands. “No, there should have been flowers.”

“There were flowers, right there.” You point to the bouquet resting on the table. “Very beautiful flowers in fact. I love lilies.” 

“No, there should have been special flowers.” His face is scrunched up in distaste. Thomas is genuinely upset about this. It's cute.  

“There should have been a separate bouquet to celebrate getting my vagina touched for the first time? What's in that bouquet? Tulips?” You laugh at your own joke, and expect Thomas to do the same, but he’s still agonizing over this blunder. “Okay hey,” you take his hands in yours to pull focus. “I gave you a mini-panic attack. You forgot the bed of roses. We’re even, I promise.” Thomas sighs, releasing efforts to torture himself. “I don’t want a hundred vanilla scent candles. I just want you.” 

“Good, because that’d be a fire hazard.”

“You, near any sort of open flame, creates a fire hazard. I agree.” After a bit of jostling, Thomas finally breaks into a smile. The rest of the evening is pleasantly boring. A movie, food, thinking about the presence of Thomas’ hand on your thigh so hard it gave you a headache. All part of a standard night-in for couples, even though you were far from standard. A rockstar, a virgin, and her religious trauma walk into a bar. Not the sort of joke that had a good ending.

Notes: Loosing it as in virginity. If it was about Loosing It as in your mind that would be my autobiography and no one outside of a clinical setting wants to read that.

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