hiii <333
I came across your 'subspace' newtmas dialogue and I was instantly enamoured by your work!
I was wondering if maybe you could write something smutty with a subby!Thomas (from Maze Runner) where reader is the only female in the Glade (and was kind of one of the first to be brought there) and he's just like following her around like a lost puppy and she finds him totally endearing so she acts literally like the most sweet and loving girl in the world to him (to the others she's more like a kind "okay, I knwo you exist, kiss kiss, now fuck off /affectionately).
So one day Thomas just kind of randomly wakes up in the middle of the night all needy and whiny because he had a very explicit wet dream but he woke up before he could finish :(
And he's all whiny and subby while clinging to reader and begging her to please make it better? (maybe with Thomas having a few orgasms but still being hard inside her because she just feels so good) and reader being all sweet, cooing and praising him for being the best boy while Thomas' just a melted puddle in her arms.
hi darling! thank you so much for your support, you're so kind <3
it's difficult for thomas to openly admit that he's in need of help, that he's incapable of solving a predicament on his own, but with a tail tucked in between his legs, he rolls over, face stamping into your ribcage. that's the first thing you feel, and then it's the firm dick against your thigh, announcing its appearance through the damp patch in his slacks.
you hide your eyes under a crooked arm, chest still heavy with fatigue as fingers curl into your shirt, twisting the worn fabric over trembling knuckles. "hey," you whisper through the morning air, and his curls are matted with sweat when you find them. "what's the matter, huh?"
he's wordless in his response, nose finding a slot between two ribs when he rolls over onto his belly. his breath is hot against your exposed navel, and you huff. "come up here, tommy, c'mere."
he scrambles, clammy palms smearing against your hips, and your own cradle his scruffy jaw, drawing him in close to seal a kiss over a mole. "get your dick out, tommy," you try to keep the laughter in your tone to a minimum, but it still seeps through.
the ties on his pants are too taught, and his forehead falls against your collarbone as he tries harder to undo it, baritone grumbling with despondency. "you're fine, sweetheart," you coo, working your hands around the waistband of your shorts so you can shimmy them down your thighs. "take a deep breath and try again, you've got it."
thomas shuffles awkwardly, elbow knocking into the fatty innards of your thigh, and finally his cock is free, and searching hopelessly for the slick slot between your thighs. he finds it, and nearly splits you with the forceful shove of it. he's so close, his pre lubrication enough, and he swears he sees stars behind the eyelids he allows to slip over his tired eyes. "oh god," are the first words of the night, and his enraptured face slots under your jaw.
your legs fall further open, thighs tensing when the head of his cock kisses against your cervix, thomas anxious to shove every last inch of his aching dick into your cunt. it takes one, two, and three thrusts until his abdomen tightens above yours, muscles seizing when he cums. his spend floods against your cervix, tacky, thick and warm inside you, pubic bone brushing against your under-stimulated clit when he shifts. "sorry, sorry," he pants against the hollow of your throat, trying to peel himself away from your body.
"no, baby, it's okay," you assure, aiding him in finding your pussy again once he's slipped out. it's left coated with the viscous white, and you whine yourself when the head of it accidentally shoves against your clit.
you roll your hips once he's found the weepy hole again, adjusting to the girth again, and grunting when he drops his weight back onto you. "you can stay here for a sec, okay?" you pant, carding your fingers through the damp hair at the back of his neck. "just give you a minute to let your head settle down a bit, i've got you."
"you didn't even cum," he grouses against your cheek, and you hum.
"i know," you murmur, tightening your fingers around his curls. "you can help me after you've slept a little longer, hm? just stay here with me for right now. you've been a good boy, sweetheart, just sleep."
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There’s a sound of chatter, quiet and distant behind you. Groups of people crowding around the bonfire, finally enjoying themselves after years of relentless horrors. It brought a little smile to your face, hearing the cheers and laughs of your friends even from where you sat twenty feet away.
Your hand filtered through the sand beside you, feeling the grains slip through your fingers. You could feel Thomas’ gaze on you, and you shook your head meekly before burying your face into your knees. “Stop staring at me, freak.”
“Hey.” He scolded, tone playful and voice soft. He raked a hand through your messy hair, smoothing the locks down the back of your neck and leaving his hand there. “Should be nice to your boyfriend. Not many guys would get himself sent into a maze for a girl whose name he couldn’t even remember.”
Boyfriend. It was extremely embarrassing how much you liked calling him that; how much you liked when he called himself that. It made your cheeks burn and your heart clench. “Don’t blame me for your whorish behaviour, Tom.”
He laughed, loud and hearty; the type of laughter you never really got from him before you were here. The type of laughter you really loved hearing from him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you in close to him and tucking you into his chest. His chin brushed your forehead, before his soft lips were pressing kisses there. Your right hand reached up to latch onto the one dangling from your shoulder, brushing his knuckles with your thumb lazily.
“I didn’t think we’d ever get here. I know we’re not supposed to say that— it’s like an unspoken rule or something. But really, sometimes I didn’t think I’d get to experience this. Especially not with you.” You paused, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips pressed to your hairline, the feeling of his fingers laced in yours, his jean clad thigh brushing your bare one. This was real. “I figured, if we did make it. . . one of us would’ve—“
“I know, baby.” He breathed, squeezing your hand. “You don’t have to think about that anymore, though. I’m here, I’m okay; we’re okay. This is it; it’s just going to be us, forever. Or at least, for as long as you’ll have me.”
You laughed quietly, the sound muffled by the cotton fabric of his henley shirt. “Forever. I’m good with forever.”
In which Jen writes blurbs about the first ‘I love you’ exchanged with the Gladers (Minho, Thomas, Newt and Gally). An old draft i decided to edit and finish
gender-neutral!reader, brief mentions of (shooting) guns. (348 words)
When Minho was first captured by WICKED, his first thought—aside from wanting to get the hell out of there—was that as long as you were safe, he would be fine with anything. In his mind, you were worth whatever stupid trials WICKED wanted to put him through again. .
However, he still made an effort to try to escape just so he could see you. He knew that you were safe with the others, or at least that’s what he thought as he jumped out of a building hoping to land inside the pool below. It didn’t take long for all his worries to resurface as he was immediately surrounded by WICKED soldiers, mainly due to the fact that you were standing behind one of them with your hands tied together. Barely having any time to react, he was stunned to see one of the guards, the one you stood behind to be precise, point their gun towards the other two guards to shoot them before turning around to untie your wrists.
“(Y/N) come here stay away from-” Minho cut himself off after the guard took off their mask to reveal a face he thought he had killed a while ago. “Gally?”
Running to his side, Minho quickly wrapped his arms around you tightly. “It’s a long story, I’ll explain later.” You whispered to him while Gally talked to Newt and Thomas.
“We’ve got to go. (Y/N) and I can probably buy you guys some time to get back to the berg. Be quick though.” Gally said but before you could even take a step towards him, Minho pulled you back.
He stayed silent for a moment, his breathing heavy as he tried to gather his thoughts before blurting out: “I love you”. While it was rushed and most likely because he was scared one of you was going to die, he meant it and you could instantly tell from the look in his eyes.
“I love you too, “ You said as you placed a hand on his cheek. “Stay safe, we’ll meet you on the berg.”
THOMAS
gender-neutral!reader, character death via shooting. (308 words)
Ever since he came up into the maze up until now, there were a few things he had learnt along the way. One that was instantly taught to (and stuck the most with) him was that death was inevitable. It strikes when you least expect it and has the power to crush your soul in ways never before imagined. Second was that betrayal can happen to and also be done by anyone. And lastly, the third thing he had learnt the hard way but far too late: love can and will be used against you.
He realized this as he stood a few feet away, watching as Janson held a gun to your head and his arm wrapped around your neck to keep you in place. “It’s your choice Thomas, head to the lab and let Teresa use your blood for the serum, or your friend here meets Ava in the afterlife. Tick Tok Thomas.” A wicked smile was on his face as he spoke. It looked like he was infected.
Thomas wanted to save you, he really did but he knew that if he went, Janson wouldn’t really help anyone but himself. And even if he did help others, Thomas would never be free from WICKED. It was a situation he’d always lose regardless.
“Thomas,” He heard you say. Voice weak and trembling as Janson held the gun impossibly closer to your head before you continued. “I love you.”
No. He knew what you were doing.
“Time’s up.” Janson said and before he could even react, the sound of a gunshot echoed through the halls and something was sprayed into his face causing Thomas to fall onto his knees. A body falling to the ground was the last thing he heard before his vision went black and sleep engulfed him.
Oh if only sleep’s embrace wasn’t temporary.
NEWT
gender-neutral!reader, allusion of his suicide. (180 words)
Newt was supposed to be running the maze. He was a runner after all, he was supposed to be finding a way out but instead he found himself on top of the walls with a single thought in his mind before taking a step off: let me be free.
He thought he’d finally be free, he had thought he’d finally found a way out but instead, he woke up inside the Med Jack’s hut with several people surrounding him. Each with a different expression that he wasn;t given enough time to register before being engulfed into your arms.
“(Y/N) I’m-”
“Shh, you don’t have to explain yourself.” You said softly as you held him and in that moment, what felt like a thousand feelings flooded his system as he fought back tears that were just threatening to fall. When you started planting small kisses into his hair was when he finally broke.
“It’s alright, we’re here, I’m here. I love you.” You whispered as you kept your grip around him, letting him bury his head in your chest.
GALLY
gender-neutral!reader. (336 words)
“Oh, so sorry!” A stranger said after harshly bumping into him.
Gally was about to open his mouth to yell at them for nearly falling onto him but when he looked up to see your familiar face, he felt at a loss of words. “(Y/N)?”
He watched as you looked up at him, fixing the hood that covered most of your face which was filled with worry but also relief. Thousands of questions were waiting on the tip of his tongue when you were suddenly shoving him through the crowd and outside into an alleyway just as a group of WICKED soldiers entered the station platform you were previously standing on.
He couldn’t hear what they were asking of the civilians inside but he was able to put two and two together after hearing one of the soldiers ask if they’ve seen a person whose physical appearance was the exact same as yours and your reaction when they first arrived. “You’re running from WICKED.”
“Aren’t we all?” You said as you let out a dry chuckle causing Gally to look at you with an unassuming expression.
“Weren’t you working with them a few months ago? What happened?”
“Well they found out I helped you and your friends escape and now I’m living on the run,” You paused to check out the alleyway before continuing. “I can’t stay here, not for much longer. I’m sorry I have to go.”
Gally stood there in shock. He had just seen you for the first time in months and before he could he could even ask anything else, you were already leaving. “What- wait! I have a place you can stay at, with some good people working against WICKED. You can stay with us.”
“I can’t, it's too dangerous. I don’t want to endanger anymore people, I’m sorry. I love you and I promise I’ll see you soon, I’ll come visit.” You said and before he could even say it back, you had already run out of the alley.
But that's okay I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine
I'm driving here I sit
Cursing my government
For not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement
You fell asleep in my car I drove the whole time
But that's okay I'll just avoid the holes so you sleep fine
I'm driving here I sit
Cursing my government
For not using my taxes to fill holes with more cement
Sometimes you gotta bleed to know, oh, oh
That you're alive and have a soul, oh, oh
But it takes someone to come around
To show you how
It had been a week out of the labyrinth, it was assumed that everything must go well after that point, but clearly it was not.
After a change of seat with Newt, Thomas arrived at the position of copilot relieving his friend all night and, in addition, to have the pleasure of being by your side for that moment.
In his eyes you looked uncomfortable cornered in that small place with hair falling on your face, using your hands as pillows and a sweater to keep warm. In the back seats, the rest was in the same condition, all trying to stay warm without neck or back pain in the morning.
Thomas's eyes were focused on the empty road full of cars that would never work again and surrounded by debris that he had to avoid. He was alone, especially when Thomas's only hope of getting some peace was by his side.
hi lovely! i was just wondering if you still wrote for poly!newtmas!! im obsessed with your blurbs with them and im currently on a maze runner kick
if you do, could i request poly!newtmas and reader who slips into subspace and one of them is so confused but the other kinda guides them through iy and explains it if that makes sense? kinda shows them how to care for her and shes just all subby and content at the attention / still all whiney (maybe also some mean!dom & soft!dom pairing)
arg this is so late, i'm so sorry bug - also i didn't really do mean!dom at all, just because i feel like they'd both be so soft in this situation :(
it's an uncommon sensation; not unknown, but still foreign enough for discomfort to pluck at your heartstrings until fear is pinpricking in your chest. the blade of grasp pinched between your fingers snaps when you tug too hard, and tears are already welling up, threatening their downfall. a warm hand encircles your pair, and your gaze jumps up to the set of males in front of you. "you alright?"
you lick over drying lips, folding your knees against your chest and discarding the broken weed. "i think so."
thomas passes a glance over newt at his right, clapping his palms awkwardly to fill the silence. "you want to tell us what you're thinking about?"
you shrug, choosing to pick at a fraying shoe lace. "just about last night. i feel like i can't really think straight since i woke up. it's like.." you pause when newt retracts his hand. "it's like i'm kind of walking through water or something. i don't remember what that feels like, but i think it's something like that... but in my head."
newt rakes a worried hand through his hair, dropping his weight back onto his arms behind him. "i think we were too hard on you last night, love." he shares a look with his partner. "do you think so too?"
your bottom lip spills out and you shake your head. "i liked it."
newt nods. "think you're still a little subby, princess. that's all."
you look up through your lashes, but thomas beats you to the punch. "what's that?"
newt starts up. "well, when we, or one of us, take control of the situation in the bedroom, and we're more dominant, you tend to submit. does that part make sense?"
you both confirm with a silent nod.
"well, when you're put in a mindset like that, sometimes it lingers. it stays with you outside of the bedroom when we don't properly bring you out of that mindset and bring you back to our day-to-day dynamic. the dynamic where we all feel like equals and no one is dominant over the other." he properly explains, and thomas nods along.
"so, tommy, you have to make sure to give her proper aftercare, yeah?" the brit explains, now drawing a soft hand across your knee. "otherwise she's still going to be stuck in that mindset. like now."
"i'm sorry," you purl through another wave of warning tears. "i'm sorry. i didn't really mean to do this."
thomas shakes his head. "hey, hey, it's my fault. it's our fault, we forgot to take better care of you, okay? we're still learning, and i promise we'll get better with it."
newt cuts in. "first things first, mate." he snorts at his boyfriend. "tell us what you need, darling. then we can move on from there."
♡♡ okie dokie, how about “do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?” with Thomas?
warm feelings, thomas
notes: keep the requests coming! not sure how i feel about this but i’m trying to be as active as possible! shoutout my name twin @dobrienwrites thank u for the best requests ever!!!!
word count: 750+
warnings: none that i can think of! (not proofread sorry i promise i will one day!)
“Do you ever feel… like… you know… things? like… those warm… feelings?”
Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, lifting your head up from where it had previously rested upon Thomas’ shoulder. You turned your head to face him, a slight glint in his whiskey hued irises, making you chuckle to yourself. He’d probably drunk a bit too much of Gally’s moonshine, even though it had been several years since he’d first drank it, (when he had spat it out all over you and Newt) he was yet to build up a tolerance to it. You couldn’t say much, though; for you were probably just as tipsy as he was.
“What d’you mean, Tommy?” you grinned softly, nudging your shoulder against his whilst your eyes trailed over his dimly lit features. The once loud noises of your friends and all of the other residents of the Safe Haven messing around had now seemed fainter, like quiet, background noise. You looked over at your friends, watching Brenda and Gally do some weird, drunken dance as the others sat on the ground, watching them. You giggled quietly, shaking your head at their intoxicated behaviour whilst you awaited Thomas’ response.
He let out a perplexed sigh, looking hesitant as he scratched at the back of his neck. He turned his body to completely face you, your knees brushing against his ever so subtly. Swallowing thickly, he decided to just bite the bullet; letting out a shaky breath before speaking.
“I mean, whenever I’m with you, I get all these feelings rushing through me. It’s not like anyone can blame me, I mean, look at you! The prettiest girl in paradise, but it’s really scary. I think I’ve been pushing this whole mess of feelings down since we were back in the glade. . . but now that we’re safe, now that I know that I can keep you safe; I guess all of these feelings are resurfacing. I don’t even know what they are, because they’re so overwhelming I kind of just leave them be.”
“Do you… get those feelings? Or do I just sound like a total crazy person?” He queried, laughing nervously as he pulled his gaze to the bonfire directly in front of him.
You laughed along with him, although your chuckles were warmer, steadier. You wrapped your hand around his bicep, and his eyes followed your hand as you ran your fingers down the soft, worn material of the sleeve of his henley, then slowly, gently trailing them down the tanned, exposed skin of his forearm. Finally, your fingers traced his hand, until you finally interlocked your fingers with his; and pulled them to rest on your lap.
“You don’t sound like a crazy person, Tom. I know exactly how you feel. I feel like that too.” You mumbled, eyes boring holes into his temple until he inevitably looked over at you, yet another gentle smile painting it’s way onto his handsome features. His gaze was soft as your eyes locked, and you squeezed his hand in reassurance.
“You do? Who’s the lucky guy, then?” He paused for a beat, chuckling to himself softly. “Or girl, we’ve all seen the way you look at Brenda.” Your free hand reached over to flick at his shoulder whilst you rolled your eyes in pure disdain.
You stared at him for a moment, the previous playful energy slowly dissipating from around you. He shuffled closer to you, faces only centimetres apart now.
“Promise you won't tell?” You questioned, your voice barely above a whisper as Thomas’ eyes darted down to your lips.
“Promise.” He muttered, tongue darting out slightly to wet his lips whilst he leant further into you.
“Minho.” You whispered, a wicked grin on your face as he let out a groan, pushing at your shoulder. You let out a loud laugh, clutching your mouth with the palm of your hand. “I’m sorry. I had to!”
“You suck, Y/N.” He chortled, shaking his head slightly at your joke. “Like, actually; I hate you.”
You sighed wistfully, looking calm and blissful as Thomas stared at you. “You don’t hate me, Tommy.”
He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, trailing his hand down to cup your face, a faint grin ghosting his features for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. “No, I guess I don’t.”
“Tommy?” His other hand cupped the other side of your face, whilst your hands ran up his shoulders smoothly. You’d forgotten about the rowdy crowd of people surrounding you, too caught up in your own little world to care about the quizzical glances, and the slew of ‘about time’ being thrown around within the group of residents that hadn’t gone to bed yet.
