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."
Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild
And tonight, we're gonna make it all come true
'Cause girl, you were made for me
And girl, I was made for you
(I was made for lovin’ you by Kiss)
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I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS with Thomas (tmr) x Reader
Tonight, I want to see it in your eyes
Feel the magic, there's something that drives me wild
And tonight, we're gonna make it all come true
'Cause girl, you were made for me
And girl, I was made for you
contains gender-neutral!reader and thomas being an idiot (affectionate) really. (437)
Thomas was never one to thoroughly plan any idea he came up with, especially when it came to his friends and tonight was no different. With a life on the line, yours specifically, Thomas had gotten no rest as he came up with a poorly thought out plan to get you back from WICKED's hold.
From what he's seen and been told, WICKED returned Minho to the Gladers in exchange for you due to some complications with Minho's cooperation skills. Apparently they believed that you would be easier to manage but if you still had the will you've always had, he was sure they wouldn't get that far. Despite this easing his worries by a bit, he still needed you back by his side, and preferably today as it was the day Right Arm planned to go to the Safe Haven.
"This is a terrible idea." Gally said as he looked over the brief plan Thomas had come up with. Frypan and Newt looked at the boy with their lips pressed into a line as they agreed with him.
Thomas sighed in defeat as he rested his head against the table. "Well it's not like we have any other options! It's either we go through with my admittedly shitty plan or let them kill them and I am not letting WICKED lay a hand on them."
Now it was the other three boys turn to sigh. They too wanted to get you back, they really did, but they couldn't potentially throw all progress with Right Arm out the window just to save one person. It wasn't fair, especially with all the immunes they've managed to save already. Perhaps if they didn't have so much on their shoulders they would be on their way to you right now but they couldn't.
"The berg takes off tonight, in the meantime, time is yours." Gally told the group before heading off to meet Brenda with Newt and Frypan following as well, leaving Thomas alone with the image of a faulty plan before him.
"If they can't come along, then I'll go alone." He muttered to himself before sitting up from his seat. Quietly leaving the room to where the weapons and equipment were stored, Thomas hastily grabbed what he could and left for Last City.
Thomas knew this was a suicide mission. The chances of his and your survival had immediately dropped the second he decided to do this alone but it was a risk he was willing to take. Even if they may never be able to reach the Safe Haven, he just needed to be with you again.
hi lovie!! can i get a maze runner ship drabble with 44 & 87? my pronouns are she/her and i’m straight. i’m a little on the shorter and curvy side. i struggle with severe anxiety and panic disorder so i’m really introverted and have trouble letting people in but when i fall i fall hard. i’m also really stubborn but i’m working on it :) i don’t have many friends but i would do any for the ones that i have. thank you!!! (also sorry i forgot to add the prompt last time!!)
Characters: Reader x Thomas
Warnings: mentions of death
Prompt: 44. “I didn’t think you’d come back.” & 87. “I have every right to be angry.”
Word Count: 498
A/N: it was between newt and thomas!! anyway i hope u like it, and idk if thats u in your profile pic but if it is i just wanted to say ur gorgeous!!
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“y/n.”
You abruptly look up as you see Thomas standing behind you, and he lets out a sigh as you pointedly look away. He walks around you, stopping in front of you as he forces you to look at him, and he insists, “Talk to me, please.”
You remain silent, busying yourself as you try to fix up your hammock. Ever since Thomas’ return from being trapped in the maze with Minho and Alby you’ve been avoiding him. You spent that night restless, afraid to wake up the next morning and find Thomas’ lifeless body behind the walls. It terrified you to think you were about to lose the one person you cared about, the one person who made life feel just a little better, and you hated how there was nothing you could do.
You could barely function when the walls opened back up, and Thomas and Minho rounded the corner, carrying a barely conscious Alby as the three triumphantly returned. You wanted to throw your arms around him, kiss him, tell him you loved him over and over again, but you felt overcome with anger instead.
“I don’t want you to be angry at me.” Thomas tells you now, reaching out to touch you arm, attempting to get your attention, and something inside you snaps.
“I have every right to be angry.” you snarl, turning to glare at Thomas, who gulps as he retracts his hand away from your arm. You lower your voice, trembling ever so slightly as you continue, “You left me, Thomas. When you ran into the Maze, I... I didn’t think you’d come back.”
“But I did come back.” Thomas takes a step towards you, and you scoff. “I know I scared you, but I had to help Minho and Alby.”
You let out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping. “I know.”
“Hey,” Thomas gently says, running his hands up your arms and resting them on your shoulders. He tilts his head, and you look up to meet his gaze. He offers you a small smile as he continues, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, okay? I’m sorry.”
You press your lips together, hating how your anger is fading as Thomas holds you in his arms. His hands fall away from your shoulders to wrap around your waist, and he pulls you towards his chest. After a pause, you say, “Promise me you won’t do something stupid like that again.”
Thomas hesitates, a faint grin appearing on his face, and you know it’s foolish of you to make Thomas promise something that’s almost impossible. But seeing Thomas smile makes you smile ever so slightly, and you nudge him, “I’m serious.”
“Okay, okay,” Thomas laughs, nodding. “I promise.”
“Good.” you smile as Thomas leans forward to press a kiss on your forehead. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t.” Thomas tells you, and with the determination in his tone, with his dark eyes peering into yours, you know you can believe him.
Request by @rycbar-221b: Sorry, me again! Can I request a Thonas/Reader where R comes up instead of Theresa and her and Thomas are sublings?
A/N: hey im sorry this is so short ive just been really dead inside recently and couldn’t find inspiration. Also the POV is weird, it’s just been a long week. Sorry!! 😣
Thomas was...confused, to say the least. Why everyone was huddled around in a circle, he didn’t know. He did know that he wanted to find out. He and Minho exchanged confused glances before wiggling their way into the circle.
There, in the middle of all twenty-something boys was a girl. She looked familiar to him, though he could figure out why. If he was being honest, though, nothing seemed to make sense anymore. He felt the need to wrap this girl in a hug, tell everyone to back up and give her space. Still, he didn’t know why.
Apparently, the girl had a similar gut feeling. They locked eyes, and it looked like something changed within her. Thomas could practically see the gears turning in her head, the ticking of a clock in her eyes. She was remembering something, he knew that look anywhere. After all, he should, what with everything that had happened in just the past month.
With glassy eyes, she smiled at him. “Thomas?” Her voice was just a squeak, quiet and barley audible. No doubt she was scared in a strange place like this. God knows he was. Shuck, he still is.
Wait, but how did she know his name? Did she even know her own name yet? If she really just said his name, did that mean she remembered life outside of the maze? That she could tell the others what life is like? Or maybe even how to get out...
“How do you know my name?” He asked. He stepped towards her, slowly as not to scare her. The other boys didn’t move toward her, but only some of them obeyed Newt’s motion for them to stand back.
Eventually he was directly in front of her, and she was searching the ground. It was like she desperately chasing at a thought in her mind that was just barley there, that kept slipping out of her grasp as soon as she caught it. She knew something. But what?
“I know you...somehow.” She said eventually, looking up at Thomas with curious eyes. Her hair was a mess, and there was a feral look in her eyes, but still Thomas felt that same familiarity.
“What’s you name? Let’s start with that.” It was Newt who spoke and tried to step forward. When he did, though, the girl let out a small squeak and moved toward Thomas. Newt froze, put his hands up in defense, and backed up.
That’s when the girl realized she was closer with Thomas than beforehand. She had subconsciously moved toward him. She had no idea who she was to him, but she knew that whoever it was, they were close. It wasn’t romantic, though, it was different. She hated this feeling. It was like it was on the tip of her tongue, she was reaching and reaching but her finger tips could only just barely brush the memory.
“My name is (Y/N). And...” She spoke. Then, she looked over at Thomas, and a memory flashed before her eyes. It was odd and twisted, like it wasn’t the truth. But still, it was a memory and she was going to hold onto it.
It was a younger version of the teenager in front of her. His hair a little shorter, he had more of a baby face and his voice was higher. She couldn’t make our much of what he was saying, but she saw him hold his hand out and the word ‘sister’ flooded her ears. Everything else was blurry, and the other words sounded like they were coming from underwater. She didn’t care, though, she got was she was looking for.
request: thomas (tmr) + 37 ‘the tender ache when you press against bruises’ (based off this post)
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“It was a reckless thing to do and, frankly, Greenie,” You’re not looking at him as you talk, focused on the small movement of unscrewing the lid of the bottle, saying, “I’m surprised you’re not dead. But, you’ve got courage. That, or stupidity.”
Thomas, leaning against the doorway of the Homestead, his arms crossed, gives a little snort. At your quick assessing look, he just shrugs and explains, “You followed me into the Maze the second time. That means we’re both either courageous or stupid.”
You roll your eyes and place the lid beside you, squeezing the bottle of salve, the contents cold on your fingers. “Look,” You say, “I’m curious about,” Pausing, you turn your wrist slightly and apply the salve onto your skin, the area bruised already, “the Maze now. What we found in that Griever? That’s something. That’s new.”
You had almost said, “I’m curious about you.” It seemed too vulnerable.
Thomas hums in response, thoughts obviously on the device you had found in the Maze earlier that day. Unknown to you, he was also thinking about the supposed dead Griever stirring and lashing out, remembered the way you had caught the force of the blow. You had brushed off the worries from the others but Thomas had followed you to the Homestead. He just wanted to make sure you were okay.
You lift up your shirt, on your side, and Thomas can see the already stained skin, dark purple blossoming. It’s stubbornness that makes you duck your chin and try to twist to reach the bruise on your side, face screwed up in pain. Thomas pushes off the doorway and moves to crouch beside you. A sigh falls from your lips and you let him take the salve from your fingers, stiffening as his cold touch meets your skin before forcing yourself to relax. There’s a tender ache when he presses against the bruise and you release a breath you didn’t know you had been holding.
Request: ‘Character A falls asleep somewhere other than their bed, so Character B carries them to bed & Character A asks B to stay with them’ with Thomas please??
Most everyone’s asleep, but Thomas notices that Y/N’s hammock is empty, her night clothes piled under her pillow.
He doesn’t wonder where she is - there’s only one other place she’d be.
He makes his way to the map room, quietly so’s not to wake anyone up, & there she is - fast asleep with her head on the table, snoring softly against the old wood, hair falling in front of her eyes.
Thomas can’t help but smile at the image - at her adorably messy hair & the fact that she’s only wearing one shoe...?
Lord only knows where the other one is...
He’ll find it tomorrow. For now he’s focused on getting her to bed.
He kneels beside her & softly rubs circles into her back. “Y/N?” He calls to her softly, pats the small of her back lightly, waiting for her eyes to flutter open.
But she just mumbles something in her sleep & barely stirs.
Chuckling to himself, Thomas curls one arm under her legs & the other under her back & scoops her up. He smiles softly as her head falls into the crook of his neck & she unconsciously nuzzles his warm skin.
She doesn’t move a muscle the entire walk back to the homestead. Only when Thomas lays her in her hammock do her eyes peek open. “Thomas?”
Thomas gently drags the backs of his knuckles down her cheek, then strokes back her hair. “Yeah, it’s just me.” he whispers with a small smile. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He turns to climb into his own hammock but stops when something tugs at his shirt sleeve.
“Don’t go.” Her voice sounds smaller than it usually does, vulnerable in a way he’s never heard it before. She’s reaching for him, looking at his fingers with sleepy, pleading eyes.
So he gives her his hand, lets her tangle her fingers with his & pull him down to her level. He goes easily, blushing a bit as his face gets closer & closer to hers. Luckily it’s too dark for her to notice the pink in his cheeks.
“Get in with me?” she asks gently, still only half awake.
Thomas can’t deny her, he doesn’t want to. Shuck the rules, one night won’t hurt.
The hammock squeaks & stretches under the extra weight, sways back & forth as Thomas sinks in beside her. It’s a tight fit, but that’s what makes it so comfortable.
Y/N’s fingers curl into the fabric of Thomas’ shirt, while Thomas’ gently tangle in her hair.
“Thank you, Thomas.” Sweet words that make Thomas’ heart swell. He kisses her forehead, keeps his lips against her skin as his own eyes droop.
He doesn’t let them close all the way until he knows she’s sound asleep again - until he can feel the steady rise & fall of her chest & hear her tiny snores.
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“Let her go, you sick bastards!” Thomas screamed, aiming his gun at Janson who gripped your weak body closer to him. You shook your head with whatever strength you had left.
‘Go!’ you mouthed. Thomas only stood his ground, determined to save you. Your ears rang, it happened so fast. Janson’s grip on you faltered as he staggered back screaming in pain. You yanked your arm from his hold.
You ran as fast as you could towards Thomas, safety in human form.
