#thomas x y/n

[valentinetypewriter]

Ivy trio x Y/n incorrect quotes

thought I'd try branching out from only Marauders content so I hope you all like this

Masterlist

Newt: Y/n! What did I tell you about lying?

Y/n, looking down: ...That it only works on Thomas

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Newt: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Minho without him noticing?

Y/n: Hey, Minho, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny

Minho: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser

Newt: …

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Y/n: Made you all playlists!

Y/n: Thomas, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul

Y/n: Newt, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your crippling depression

Y/n: And Minho has the ABBA Gold album

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Newt: Christmas is cancelled

Thomas: You can't cancel a holiday

Newt: Keep it up, Tommy, and you'll lose New Year's too

Thomas: What does that mean?

Newt: Y/n, take New Year's away from Thomas

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Minho: Newt, you'll be working with Thomas and Y/n

Newt: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Newt: ...Of people on a team

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Newt: I’m so happy two of my favourite people are getting along now

Minho: Uh, Y/n and Thomas are not getting along

Newt: They’re not trying to kill each other

Minho: You may have a point

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Thomas: ARE YOU-

Y/n: Fucking

Thomas: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Y/n Fucking

Thomas: IDIOT!

Minho: …What was that?

Y/n: Newt banned Thomas from swearing, so I’m helping him out

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Minho: I think we're missing something

Newt: Teamwork?

Y/n: Cohesion?

Thomas: A general sense of what we’re doing?

[that-tmr-girl]

Playing Dumb

When Thomas ignores your hints all day, he makes up for it with mind blowing sex.

Slight dominant Thomas, vaginal sex, overstimulation, slight hair pulling kink

I love Thomas. I absolutely do. I would do anything for him. Anything at all.

But he didn't pick up on hints. I had been trying all day, and he just wasn't getting it.

So if he didn't understand this one I would actually have to blow my head off.

I always wear a long shirt to bed. Always.

But no shirt sounds like the only way right now.

Coming inside with my bra on, I climbed beside him. With my fingertips on his arms, I took a breath when he finally turned around to kiss me goodnight.

“Are you hot?”He asked, literally still not getting it.

“God damnit Thomas,”I groaned. Before he could ask or say anything I climbed on top of him. Tugging on his hair, I smashed my lips against his while grinding in his clothed cock. Slipping my tongue into his mouth, I kept pulling his hair with one hand while my other was on his jaw, keeping him to me. With him being completely still though, I pulled away.

He didn't look not in the mood though. Not at all. With his hair tangled and that dazed look in his eyes and his lips parted, he stared at the ceiling.

“Thomas? Are you-”

Before I could say anything else he unclipped my bra, throwing it to the ground. Flipping me over, he threw the blanket off the look at me before tearing my panties off.

“You’ve been wanting this since this morning. All day. I knew. I knew the entire time,”He admitted.

“Why the hell wouldn't you say anything?”

“Wanted to see how far you would take it. And the longer I made you wait, the harder you’d want to be fucked. You’d want it real rough, and that's what I’m gonna give you,”He said firmly, taking his boxers off. Aligning himself with my entrance, he then slammed into me before I could even blink. With whimpers immediately leaving me, I threw my head back. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he held me down as he kept pulling out and slamming into me. With the bed already creaking, I felt my walls clench around him. Not that it was a surprise. With how wet I had been all day and the inhumane pace, this was almost a given.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Thomas! Oh fuck! Thomas!”I screamed.

“You want everyone to know who’s fucking you? You want them to know how rough you want it?”He grunted. With my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I pushed my hips up as the knot in my core formed. Twitching inside of me, with one last thrust, we both came.

Usually, that would be the end. That would be it. He’d make me cum, he’d cum inside of me, and he’d hold me while whispering sweet nothings until we went to sleep.

Instead, he kept going. He kept slamming into me as I let out strangled sounds.

“What are you doing?”I got out through whimpers.

“Fucking you. You’ve been wanting it rough so that's how you're gonna get it,”He grunted. With my body shaking, I tried to drag my nails down his back just for him to wrap his hand around my wrists and pin them above my head. Pressing his chest against mine, he used the other to pull my hair so my mouth was against his. Shoving his tongue against mine, he kept going as tears of overstimulation filled my eyes. Tightening around him, I squirmed under him as he pulled my hair harder. While still doing that he sunk his teeth into my neck. With black dots clouding my vision, I came again. Thrusting into my twice, he did the same until he was spilling between my thighs.

“Do you want me to stop now, my pretty girl?”He genuinely checked, cupping my face as he kissed the tip of my nose.

“More,”I begged.

“Anything for you,”He nodded, a devious smile on his lips.

Grabbing my wrists, he put his arms beside my head as he started pulling out and slamming into me again. I was practically seeing stars. Arching my back, I whimpered as he kept his rough pace. Burying his face in my chest, he groaned against my skin, sending shudders down my body. Taking his mouth, he started sucking and kissing my nipple, making me throw my head back as the pressure in my core returned. Twitching inside of me, he moved his mouth back to my neck. As I couldn't even breathe, he pushed into me one more time, grunting in my ear. Letting out a strangled sound, I couldn't even keep my eyes open as he gave me the most toe curling, mind blowing, intense orgasm I had ever had.

Thrusting into me one last time, he made me let out a groan as he filled me up. Pulling out, he let go of my wrist as he looked at me. With both of us breathing heavily, we wore dazed grins as our bodies slowly came down from their unimaginable highs.

“That was,”He panted, rolling off of me.

“Fucking incredible,”I groaned.

“Yeah. Yeah, it really was,”He agreed, trying to pull me close just for my legs to seem to literally lock up.

“I don't think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,”I admitted.

“Yay. Another great job done by me.”

“Thomas-”

“I mean oh no. That's just awful.”

“Thomas-”

“I’m kidding, my pretty girl. I’m kidding,”He promised, leaning over me and kissing my temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Even when you play dumb,”I grinned, wrapping my arms around him. Chuckling, he did the same, kissing my forehead again for a moment.

“And you love it. Especially, when it ends like this,”He teased.

“Yeah. I really do.”

[nomoreusername]

How Maze Runner Characters Would React To Sharing a Bed With You

Thomas and you weren't the closest, but you weren't enemies

-You were at best neutral

-When he got trapped in Scorch City though, you both found yourself in an awkward situation

As you two looked at the motel room you would be sharing, you realized there was only one bed

He started looking around the room as if another one was going to appear out of thin air

When it obviously didn't, he turned and asked if you wanted him to sleep in the chair

You told him not to be ridiculous and crawled into it and under the covers

He awkwardly stood by the door for a minute before shutting it and slowly getting in beside you

As you realized he was sleeping on top of the blankets despite literally shivering you promised it was only a bed and told him to get under the covers

He ended up reluctantly doing so and realized that it was much more comfortable

Almost instantly, he was out like a light

When he was, you secretly stayed up, admiring his sleeping figure

As you laid there on your side, you tried to figure out how to tell Greenie that you want to be so much closer to him

Newt and you had been friends for almost four years and were inseparable

That’s why when you were all told that two people would have to share a room due to lack of space by Janson, you guys decided it wouldn't be a big deal

As you were both led to it you were completely relaxed, quietly making jokes about life

The guard unlocked the door, shoved you both inside, and left

When you realized there was only one bed in it he asked you what you wanted to do

He said he could find another place in the room to sleep, but you were worried about his bad leg getting sore if he sleeps anywhere else but a bed when he doesn't have to

You both decide it’s only a big deal if you let it be

You start out on completely opposite sides, in your own worlds

As the night goes on though, you end up gradually getting closer and closer

When he wakes up before you, he finds you two holding hands with your face right next to the other

His heart was racing like crazy, but he tried to play it cool but reminding himself that it’s only you

When that makes it worse, it becomes clear that the problem has nothing to do with one bed or how close you two are

The problem is that he has feelings for you

As you squeezed his hand in your sleep though, he thought that maybe you return them

You had been crushing on Minho for a while but didn't think he noticed your existence since you kept to yourself

He had been crushing on you but didn't think you noticed since you never talked to him

The thing was that you were far too nervous to

Thomas noticed the way you two made heart eyes at each other but never did anything

That's how he came up with a genius plan to lock you both in his bedroom

He said he had something to show you both separately, and when you both fell for it, he slammed the door shut, locked it, and ran off

You both banged on it for a while, yelling that it wasn't funny

After half an hour of no answer, you ended up giving up

All the screaming had worn you both out though

You looked at the cot, and both your faces heated up

Y’all went back and forth on who would take it for a few minutes before giving up and deciding that one night of sleeping together wouldn't do much harm

Despite your exhaustion, you didn't end up doing much sleeping

You guys talked about mindless things, stupidly wide grins on your faces as you did

When Thomas came back in the morning, he saw that you had both fallen asleep as one mess of limbs, arms and legs tangled together

While neither of you had confessed, this was one step closer

You and Gally had both escaped the Maze together and somehow also both been left behind by the Gladers

You had also both got picked up by Right Arm and fixed up, side by side

You were both scared

You had just been thrust into a totally different world with no hint on how you were expected to act yet told to start swimming

Needless, to say everything was pretty heavy

That's why even though he would normally mind very much, he was relieved when there was only one bed in the room you two were sharing

After the experience you had to go through with him, that feeling was mutual

You both climbed right into bed despite not planning on sleeping

There was a television that you both used to try and drown out your own thoughts

When it didn't work, he found himself speaking about Chuck, apologizing a million times for something he could barely remember

You leaned over and lightly hugged him

He instantly clung to you while holding back tears of regret and anguish

Only when he felt yours pour on his shirt was he unable to stop it

You both held each other all night, mourning the people you’d never see again, the people lost along the way, and who you once were

The only slightly good thing, the only thing that let you both keep hanging on, was that you would get to mourn all of that together

You and Aris had both been taken by WCKD during the betrayal

While you hadn't known each other before then, you become well acquainted when you ended up being each other's only cellmate

You two would pass time, talking about random things or plotting escapes you weren't ready to attempt

You always did so with him on the top bunk and you on the bottom

One night, you had been tossing and turning since had had been taken but hadn't been brought back

As the worry was about to leave you in tears, the cell opened, and he was dragged through, placed on the ground

It was obvious that whatever they did to him left him with so little strength that he wouldn't make it to his usual bunk

You carefully grabbed his arms and helped him onto yours, whispering promises of it being okay

After you tucked him in you went to get on the top bunk only for him to weakly grab your wrist and mumble for you to stay

You were unsure at first but couldn't find it in yourself to say no

You crawled under the blankets with him, wrapping your arms around him as you quietly hummed to him

Having human contact that wasn't causing him pain was such a change that he almost wanted to cry, but he didn't

He just laid there, dozing off to the feeling of safety while secretly falling deeper

When you woke up the next day, you realized he had gone to sleep with dried blood on his skin and a smile on his face

After Teresa turned everyone into WCKD, she was back in the city

They didn't pay a lot so at first she slept in the facility

As she worked her way up though, she ended up earning enough for a small apartment with a roommate

You were also looking for one so that way you could lower your rent

When you met her, you realized that you two clicked and decided she would room with you before even meeting anyone else

Despite this, she still stayed as late as possible for fear of burdening you

One night you went into her room decently late to ask if she wanted some of your snack only to realize she had no bed

You also didn't have a couch so you realized she had been sleeping on the floor

You waited up for her, and when she walked into the door you got up from the counter and asked if she was sleeping on the floor

She tried to lie but tripped over her words, giving it away

When she explained that she didn't make enough for one, you grabbed her hand and took her to your room, where you pointed to your perfectly available one

She started to protest but was so tired that she was slurring her words

After a few minutes she gave in and crawled in on the very edge

You got in and pulled her more towards the middle, whispering to her in the dark that she could never be a burden

Her entire face burned at the closeness of you two

As butterflies filled her stomach until she thought she was going to be sick, she realized a terrifying truth was she cuddled into your neck

She was now very much over Thomas and very into you

You had been found in the Scorch by Jorge

He brought you to his home where you were introduced to Brenda

You didn't have any family so they essentially said that they would become yours

After you accepted, Jorge then explained that you would have to share a bed with Brenda for a few nights while he found you one

She knew what it was like sleeping on the floor and was completely fine with it

Since you were still strangers she didn't want you to feel awkward though so she put a pillow barrier between you

Since it was your first time in an actual bed though, you ended up moving around a lot in your sleep

You also moved over the pillow barrier until you were cuddled into your side

She woke up in the middle of the night realizing that and froze as she tried to figure out what to do

Eventually, she decided the best thing to do was nothing and went back to sleep

As she did though, her arm ended up around you

When you woke up, you apologized a million times only for her to promise that it was okay

You both got so used to ending up cuddling in your sleep that when you got a bed you ended up back in hers anyway

It was cramped and sort of inconvenient, but it

The Spring was slowly but surely running out of room

It seemed like there were more people than supplies, and it was killing y'alls resources

You all had to combat this in different ways, one of which was sharing a room with one bed

It was randomly drawn, with Harriet and Sonya’s names in the jar to prove that it was fair

Sonya’s name was pulled, followed by yours

She knew you didn't choose but was so surprised she almost didn't believe it

She had liked you for forever now so this was absolutely huge

She didn't want to admit that, but she didn't want to make you uncomfortable so she offered to take the floor

You told her that was silly since you had a perfectly good cot and patted the spot beside you

She was nervous but giddy and just full of feelings as she accepted it

She tried to sleep on top of the blanket, but you could feel her shivering later at night and pulled it over her

Her face felt like it was a thousand degrees knowing she was so close to you, but she resisted the urge to squeal

She didn't sleep a wink that night, too caught up in her emotions that one of the most romantic cliches was happening to her

She did daydream about what this could lead to though

After getting “rescued” by what was secretly WICKED, you and her stayed up later then the others, talking as you ate pizza

Eventually, you were both too tired to keep your eyes open and agreed to go to sleep

You attempted to get into the bedroom only to find that the door had been locked

You looked at each other to ask what the hell was happening, but neither of you knew

After a while of trying, it was clear that the door wasn't opening anytime soon

You both looked back at the single couch, then each other, silently asking if it was okay

When she nodded, you slowly took her hand and led her over there

It wasn't small, but it was still only a couch so you so two were pretty squished together

Your bodies were pressed against the other, and she had to wrap her arms around your waist so neither of you would fall off

Goosebumps traveled up your skin at the feeling of her breath on the back of your neck, but you didn't know what to say

So you stayed silent, holding her hands as she hugged you from behind

She was nervous about it but ultimately felt at peace knowing her best friend was so nearby

If there weren't obvious feelings you were both blind to though, maybe your hearts would beat at a normal pace

[iamasimperyk]

I saw your request for Dylan O’Brien characters thing and I wanted to request one for Thomas where during the rain scene in the first movie the reader and him are no where to be found cause they’re relaxing in bed and he’s kinda just watching her sleep (not weird) and he’s just thinking about how if they get out of the maze he wants to marry her, even though he doesn’t know what it means. sorry if that’s a lot but I live your writing but do t feel pressured to write it

Future

First, I am so sorry that I just published this now. I had it in my drafts for a long time and never finished it. I love specific ideas and if you ever want to request something again (which I doubt since I took so long with this one) I promise to be faster!

Second, I hope it's not too short but I am in my graduation phase at the moment🥴

Warnings: Fluff, English is not my first language, Not proof read

Pairing: Thomas x fem!reader

It was a rainy day in the maze, which was quite uncommon. Everybody stood under a big hut, trying to find shelter from the rain. They looked intensely at the open walls, waiting for Minho and Alby to return from their run. Everyone but Thomas and you.

The two of you had been really close lately. When Thomas came up with the box, you were the first one to help him and explained everything he needed to know.

After a while, you became inseparable, and you started to develop feelings for each other. Many times you have considered the small chance that Thomas might have romantic feelings for you as well, but he has never taken any action. Most of the time, you just tried to push your feelings aside and be happy to be his friend. Or so you thought.

When it started raining an hour ago, the two of you quickly ran to your hut, lying down in your bed to talk. Although, it didn't take long for you to fall asleep - your head resting on Thomas' chest. He looked down at you, admiring your features. The way your hair fell over your shoulders, your lips slightly parted, and your left cheek squished against his chest.

Thomas was in love with you. He never felt anything comparable to it and spent every free minute fantasising about a life with you outside the Glade.

To be honest he had no idea what to expect from the life outside. The only thing he knew was he had to get you and the others out of the maze. He needed to find an exit so the two of you could live your happy ever after.

"You know, I have those dreams, "He mumbled, fully aware of the fact you were asleep, "They are about you in a white dress. Actually, I don't know what it means, but every time you look really beautiful."

Thomas couldn't help but smile at the memories of his latest dreams, unaware that you were dreaming about the same thing at that very moment.

[m30wk1ttycat]

drunken greenie

contains: alcohol mentions, drinking, mentions of newt's attempt pairing: thomas x fem!reader summary: you find out that thomas is a softie when he's drunk.

you were a track-hoe. just like newt was now, after the whole 'incident' with his leg. you were also very friendly and caring. you were like the mother the gladers never had - correction, didn't remember -, since you were the only girl. when the boys in the gardens got hurt, you were the one to take care of them. it wasn't like they got hurt in the garden often, but when they did, you were there to help. after the 'incident' in the maze, you and newt grew closer. you always brought him food, water, whatever else he needed. you had no clue what happened, but if he didn't want to talk about it, you wouldn't bring it up. but since then, it was pretty much safe to say that you and newt were basically inseparable. he was thankful that you were there for him, that you were there to comfort him when he got nightmares. you were also very patient whne he refused to eat. somehow, in the end, you always coaxed him into eating at least something. for that, he was thankful. hell, he was thankful for you.

♡

just a casual day in the garden, you and newt were picking strawberries that frypan needed to make jam. he wiped the sweat above his eyebrow, looking up into the sky for a second. "god, it's hot," he complained. "sure is," you agree, but now you wonder if it's this hot in the outside world. you shake off the thought, and get back to harvesting the strawberries. but before that, you popped one in your mouth. newt gave you a look. "what? i'm starving." "i'm sure you are," he said. he'd scold you about eating the strawberries that frypan needed to make the jam, but then you heard the ear piercing sound coming from the middle of the glade. the box, the elevator-like thing that arrived each month with a greenie and supplies. before you both made your way over the box, you grabbed another strawberry. newt sighed, shaking his head at you. "what?? it's just two, that's nothing!" "whatever," he scoffed and got up. he extended his hand. once you took his hand, he helped you up. looking down, you saw the greenie, his hand above his eyes. he was scared - just like you once were when you arrived here, in a glade full of boys -, seeing about fourty-ish boys and one girl, that girl being you. when gally got him up, the greenie obviously panicked. he ran as fast as he could, only to trip over his own feet. he fell face first, too. the boys all started laughing at the poor boy - all of them except gally. you weren't laughing either. with a small shove with your elbow, newt went silent. the only thing keeping him from laughing was his own hand over his mouth. later that day, during the bonfire, newt offered the greenie moonshine. gally's recipe, apparently. the bonfires were fun, yes, but you'd rather sleep the rest of the afternoon without having to suffer a terrible hangover. and the moonshine tasted disgusting, too. it made your throat burn for about thirty minutes after you first sipped it on your own bonfire night those two years ago. never again. the only times you'd attend the bonfires were when alby was too tired to supervise, as the first-in-command. in that case, newt, as second-in-command, would be left to watch over everyone. meaning that you wouldn't have to listen to alby's rules for the bonfires. but even then, you were only there for a while. not that you'd expect it, but the greenie - who you now knew as thomas - came by, slurring his words and hanging onto anything his hands could grasp. in this case, the doorway. "hii!!" he said, smiling. you let out a small gasp, startled by him. you didn't really expect him to visit you, of all people. especially not now, when you were just chilling in your hut. "hi, thomas," you greet him, looking up at him from your hammock. he stood by the entrance to your hut, a smile on his face. it almost made you forget that this was the same person who was too shy to talk to you when alby introduced him to the track-hoes he'd be shadowing. he stumbled, almost tripping over his feet - only that this time, he wasn't running towards the maze like a few hours ago. before he could hit the ground, you caught him. he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

"are you okay?" you finally ask, "what are you doing here?" "newt didn't say you were busy, so.." "and the other question?" he hiccuped, giggling. "yeah, never better." he tightened his grip around you, pulling you close to him. he frowned for a second, but then went back to giggling. the boy was like a walking mood swing, if that even exists. "where's newt? i thought you were with him." "with minho and the others. he's okay, i swear," he said. his voice remained soft-spoken, even when he said "you're the best, y/n."

and then came more of his rambling. it was cute, though.

"you're not like minho or the others," he said, his words slurred.

"yeah?"

it was very random to hear, in your defense.

"yeah," he confirmed. "you're nice, nicer than anyone here."

thomas paused for a second before continuing. "i like newt, but he's too.. i dunno, too teasing."

"he's a sweet one, i promise," you said.

"but i like you. more than i like any other glader here. that's how you call them, right? gladers?"

you nodded, returning his hug. "yeah, tommy."

he muttered something into your shoulder, something about you calling him 'tommy'. it was only now that you noticed that his fingers were toying with the hem of your sleeves.

he let go for a second, his legs struggling to hold him up - at this point, it was you who he was counting on to support his weight, since his legs felt like jelly.

"wanna lay down for a second? you can barely walk as it is, tommy," you remind, looking at him. for a moment, he didn't speak. when he did, you could only heard him whisper a 'yes' of sorts. you hold him up and help him to your hammock, setting him down. before his head even hit the pillow, he fell asleep. so, you decide to watch over him, just in case if he threw up or got sick. his breathing evened out, his chest rising slowly. at one point, you were sure you heard him mutter something in his sleep. but you weren't sure, you were tired, too.

in the middle of the night, you were startled awake from a nap you didn't even know you took, when thomas shifted in the hammock. when he saw you sitting on the ground, he squinted his eyes. "y/n?" he whispered. you turned your head towards him. "yes?" "are you mad at me?" his words sounded ridiculous to you. why would you be mad at him? "..no. of course not," you responded. he shifted again, looking up at the ceiling. his mouth opened a few times to speak, but no sound came out. the one time he managed to talk, it came out like a quiet murmur. "i'm sorry," was what you could make out. "what for?" you asked. he bit the inside of his cheek in thought, contemplating his next words. "..i don't even know. i just don't want you to be mad at me." "i'm not mad at you. and don't be sorry," you said. "promise?" "i promise. just go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning."

you knew you were lying about him feeling better in the morning. he probably did, too. he'd be lucky if he didn't suffer a horrible hangover in the morning. and judging by how drunk he seemed to be, he'd be suffering for sure.

"good night, then," he whispered, turning to lay on his side so he could look at you. he spoke again after a few minutes, spending a minute thanking you for letting him stay at your place - if you could even call it that, since it wasn't even very spacious, and only had a hammock, a chest to store your things, a wooden table, with a small, wobbly chair with uneven legs, but it was still something. silence. again. you assumed he was asleep, judging by the soft snores and mumbles you heard from him. before you knew it, you, too, drifted off to sleep.

[radiantdanvers]

Falling for Thomas

[hxllfires-gifs]

PAIRING. thomas raggi x fem!reader

SUMMARY. måneskin is competing in eurovision and thomas’ girlfriend surprises him with the help of their friends, to support her lover who thought that she would be staying home because of work.

WORD COUNT. 897

Y/N L/N WALKED around the airport after her flight finally landed and she gathered her luggage. She had flown to Rotterdam in order to surprise her boyfriend Thomas. The grand final of Eurovision was later on and there was a specific time that she needed to meet her friends at the venue. She made plans with Victoria, Ethan, and Damiano to surprise the youngest member but she also wanted to be there to support her friends.

She had a taxi take her to the place and she was met by Victoria who ushered her to the backstage area. She would be sitting in the green room with them once the finals actually started, but for now she was ready to see her partner. The two girls walked for a little longer before the H/C haired girl came to a stop. She could heard Thomas’ voice speaking to Ethan and Damiano most likely.

“What is this surprise?” Thomas asked, a tiny bit annoyed that his friends were trying to keep something from him and would not tell him. He had asked about it like fifty times, yet he still got no straightforward response.

“We will tell you soon, just be patient!” It was the singer who spoke up this time, his voice being louder than he intended. “You are going to love it, that’s all I can say for now.”

Thomas rolled his eyes at the two other males, not wanting to talk about it anymore because of the fact they were so hush hush. He wondered what could be so important but everyone in the band could be a little on the unpredictable side sometimes. Who knows what they had in store for him.

“Stay right there for a second,” Victoria’s words were more quiet so that Thomas was unable to hear. She turned and walked back into the dressing room with a smirk present on her face, not attempting to hide anything from the younger male.

Her slight mischievous energy gained his attention, causing him to focus on Victoria completely. “Why do you look like that? Did you do something you shouldn’t have?” His words held a teasing tone to them.

“Why do you assume I did something?” It wasn’t long before she feigned offense, not able to do it for too long though.

She glanced at Ethan and Damiano, who had the same type of expressions on their faces. It was time for them to reveal the big surprise. The bassist was excited to see how her friend would react. His girlfriend had been working a lot recently and originally thought that she wouldn’t be able to go to Rotterdam, but fate had different plans.

The de Angelis started explaining what she and the other two had been keeping from Thomas. “We are finally ready to tell you about your surprise. You’ve seemed a little…disappointed recently, so we wanted to cheer you up with someone special.”

This was Y/N’s cue to made her presence known so she joined the band in the room and her eyes immediately landed on the guy she loved so much. A look of disbelief had flashed upon his features but it was soon replaced with happiness. Thomas walked over to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her, feeling tears in his eyes that he tried to keep at bay.

“What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t able to come because of work. Are you staying for the finals?” There were so many thoughts in his brain that he almost couldn’t keep up.

Y/N laughed, finding his reaction a little funny but more-so precious. “Yes, I am staying for the finals and afterwards. I’ll go back home with you guys. I honestly thought I wouldn’t but I worked something out with my boss and she let me take a couple of days off. I talked with these three about surprising you and hopped on the first flight here that I could get.”

She rubbed his back once she felt his hands fidgeting, which was a habit that he had picked up because of her. He was the happiest person and it was obvious in that moment. The girl stepped back a bit and it didn’t take long for their eyes to lock with one other’s gaze. He had a couple of tears that escaped, which made Y/N frown for a split second.

She wiped them away before kissing his cheeks. “Angel, I’m here, okay. I came here to support you guys. I could never miss out on something as big as this.”

“I was convinced that I’d have to do this without you, but I’m happy that you’re here now.” Thomas’ confession almost broke the L/N’s heart but she was over the moon that she could be here in person to cheer him on like he and their friends deserved.

“I hate to break up this sweet moment but we have to finish getting ready,” Damiano reminded his band mates.

Y/N placed a hand on her boyfriend’s arm and smiled once more. “I’ll be here all night so go and get ready, rockstar.”

Thomas playfully rolled his eyes but did as she and Damiano said, going to change into his outfit for their performance. It was going to be a crazy night but he felt like it would be ten times better now that Y/N was with him.

[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

[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

French version on Wattpad

French version on Tumblr

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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[filthforfriends]

Satin, Lace, and Other Pretty Things

Reviving this fic for part 4!

Thomas x fem reader

Word count: 3.6k

CW: Its kinky!!

Digging through what you affectionately referred to as your little box of horrors, was even more fun than you anticipated. You’d forgotten the full contents of your sex toy collection since you’d moved in with Thomas and stuffed it at the bottom of a closet. He had a barricade up that you were always testing the bounds of, trying to gently work around. Anal fingering? Fine (as long as you didn’t really talk about it). Rimming? Nope. 

Thomas made up for this with orgasms galore, so you were far from bored. However, you also knew that wiping out a 10 inch neon green dick and balls with a suction cup at the base would just intimidate, and maybe also traumatize him. So you kept the more adventurous items in your collection tucked away in case they became appropriate later on. At the bottom of this innocuous looking plastic container, was your strap on harness. It was simple, because that's all you could afford when it came to quality leather and an adjustable o-ring.

You sat with your back to the wall, amongst phallices and vibrators spread out on the hardwood floor, running the black straps through your fingers. Tragically, this harness hadn’t gotten much use, and it was time to rectify that. After a few minutes of snapping dildos and o-rings in and out of place, your suspicions were confirmed: nothing here was small enough for Thomas’ comfort. 

There’s no point in having skills without the tools to match, so you skimmed reviews of a few sex stores. After you’d determined which had the most extensive merchandise, came the question of where to put the harness. Obviously everything else was tucked away under two boxes of CD’s kept for sentimental reasons and your summer sandals. But should you leave the harness out so Thomas could get used to it? 

Tossing it on the bed to feign casualness was the bold option, but maybe excessively so. Perhaps with your other toys in the night stand? To avoid giving him a heart attack, you fold it next to your lingerie in the dresser. The placement gives him the opportunity to close the drawer and pretend he’d seen nothing. Plus Thomas’ intentions were already nefarious if he was rooting around in your underwear drawer. A far better alternative to reaching for the lube and finding your hand tangled in a pegging harness. Thomas would be so full of excitement and anxiety that he’d simply spontaneously combust.

Getting him put back together this afternoon had been challenging enough. After a few minutes of cuddling, Thomas’ suggestion to shower together almost derailed all progress. He had been absolutely insistent that you cum too. Nevermind your explanation that his pleasure was reward enough.

“I’m not expecting an orgasam.”

“Well I have an expectation of myself that I will give you an orgasam,” he insisted.

“Thomas I can’t cum knowing I’m holding up Maneksin’s meeting with the biggest fashion brand in the world. Too much pressure!”

“Well if you’re struggling to cum, then I am holding up the Gucci fitting,” he emphasized. The argument was ridiculous, but so endearing that you laughed.

“You’re insufferable,” you huff, affectionately. “Alessandro looks like Jesus, I can’t disappoint Jesus this way.” You’re already giving in, letting Thomas tip your face towards his by holding your chin between his thumb and index finger. 

“Remember that I was an altar boy. I think he’ll make an exception.” Thomas kisses you softly at first, like an invitation. 

“Are you sure?” Kiss. “Because -” Kiss. “Smiting and all.” Kiss. His mouth grows more passionate as he tries to shut you up. Thomas backs you around the bathroom door frame, into the bedroom. “Don’t wanna -” Kiss. “Risk it.” 

“Please stop talking.”

“‘Kay,” you grin. No one can say you didn’t try. Just when you’ve settled on pissing off Sony, Gucci, God, and everyone, Thomas’ phone rings from the kitchen. He lets out a heavy, irritated sigh, smacking your ass for good measure before he bounds out of the room. Holding your breath to listen, you recognize his business tone.

“Is it Jesus?” you call, humor only loud enough to reach Thomas’ ears and not whomever he was talking to. When you enter the kitchen he’s leaning against the sink, smiling even as he speaks in a monotone. 

“Alright, thanks.” He beckons with an outstretched hand, folding you into his side. You wrap your arms around his waist and eavesdrop, feeling snug and affectionate.

“-- important in the industry. Even taking you guys on was an act of good faith.” Thomas sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I know this, I know.”

“They had a dozen more high profile options. You’re here because of the aesthetics, it all serves a marketing purpose. So this meeting you need to be extra gracious.”

“When has my professionalism failed you?”

“What I’m saying is unless you hate it, don’t ask them to redesign. Smile say ‘it’s an honor to represent your brand.’ It’s about centering a modern interpretation  –”

“Of Italian style,” Thomas droned, hitting his head against the cupboard dramatically.

“Supporting their vision. Being the vessel for their vision.”

“You’ve already prepped us on this.”

“Well it’s important enough that it bears reminding,” he snaps. “Considering you’re not in the car on your way right now, you do need to hear it.” Thomas grimaced and you stifled a giggle behind your hand. The rep from their talent management continued ranting and Thomas held the phone away from his ear.

“What the fuck does he want me to say?” he whisper-yells in exacerbation.

“Say that you’ll be the perfect brand ambassador.” He nods, sighing and giving a few more mindless affirmatives.

“I’ll be the perfect brand ambassador, I promise.”

“I won’t let anyone in the club puke on the Gucci clothes,” you add.

“And I won’t let any –” Thomas stops himself and ends up shaking with a silent chuckle that shows his gums. “Alright, I’ll leave right now. Thank you so much, Nico. Yeah, bye.” Once Thomas was out the door, you got to refocus your attention. Putting on some innocuous clothing, you drove to Peaches n’ Cream, an establishment not to be confused with an ice cream store. Sex stores intimidated most people, but you felt oddly comfortable. No retailer had better, more knowledgeable customer service. Not to mention shopping for your boyfriend was straightforward: just get the smallest size of everything. 

“Baby, are you home?” You didn’t expect him to be, but wanted to check before casually dumping a dildo and butt plugs on the dining room table. Of course the house was empty, which gave you time to situate your new O-ring and strap on. The snaps were stiff, so it took a couple minutes and some of your sanity to get them pried open. However, great struggle reaps great rewards, and soon you are adjustinging the harness in the hallway mirror.

There was nothing quite like the rush of power from wearing a strap on and harness. You had all the equipment for any feasible activity at your disposal. Just fantasizing about the possibilities while wearing a cock was fun. Thomas undone and grabby, sweaty hands slipping off your hips while his brow furrowed. The attached dildo was comically small, and you almost felt silly posing in front of the mirror, but this wasn’t about your preferences and you’d never make your boyfriend feel that his capabilities are inadequate.

When he finally gets home, you’re doing skincare in the bathroom, trying to keep yourself conscious. If he takes off his boots it’ll rouse you again anyways, might as well be awake to greet him. Thomas pokes his head around the doorframe. 

“Hey, sorry for keeping you up,” he winces. 

“It happens, baby.”

“Okay, I’m gonna change.” Thomas blows you a kiss with a wink before disappearing down the hall, to the bedroom. When you follow behind not thirty seconds later, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, cock in hand. 

“Well, isn’t this familiar,” you chuckle. 

“Oops.” Thomas is bashful at getting caught, his motions slowing to a stop. “You were so tired, but I’ve been thinking about the underwear all day and now I’m just…I was fighting not to get hard the whole time.” You snort at how receptive he is, propping a couple pillows against the headboard so you can sit comfortably. As you climb onto the bed, Thomas desperately waits for direction. Submission came so naturally to him. He probably didn’t even realize that he was deferring power your way.

“Would you feel comfortable with me being part of this?”

“Jacking off?” he asks in confusion. 

“Mhm, remember what I said this morning? Can I watch you practice?” He thinks about it, eyes cast downward.

“I don’t really feel like practicing right now,” he mumbles.

“What about sitting on my lap?” You try to make the request casually amidst all the internal screaming at the thought of his masturbating while seated on your thighs. 

“Yeah, okay,”Thomas nods, face open. It’s clear he feels comfortable with this request in a way he didn’t with the other. Maybe he wasn’t ready for that vulnerability right now.

“Take off your bottoms so you’re comfortable and straddle.” Thomas wiggles out of his jeans and slides his boxers off. He stands next to the headboard. His physicality is cautious as he crawls onto the bed. You pat your thighs with one hand and use the other to beckon him forward. It's a position he’s likely never taken before, which is why Thomas is so awkward when he swings a leg over. In the process of shifting, he falls onto his hip, hand slipping on the comforter.

“Sit back on your heels and take a deep breath.” While Thomas obeys you run your hands along his flank reassuringly. Finally, he begins to settle. He looks at you, his cock, his hands, and his shirt where it brushes the head of his shaft. He looks, but he doesn’t touch himself without prompting.

“Kitten, I need you to really listen for a moment.” You take Thomas’ face between your hands and his attention is singular. “I am so proud of you for saying no to me just now. I am beyond thrilled that you feel comfortable doing that. Thank you.” He nods wordlessly, shoulders hunched forward as he tries to make himself smaller. In Tommy’s dreamy, round eyes is a plea for direction. 

“Lube, then you can touch yourself.” Thank god you’d been the one to discover this side of him, to teach him about it. Someone who didn’t love him as much as you did might not be so careful. Or they might judge him, shame him, and he’d stuff this beautiful, vulnerable part of him back down for good. While Thomas begins working his cock with a slick hand, you’re trying to quell the raging inferno that burned within. He looked so pretty stroking himself like this.

“You did the exact right thing, kitten. You did such a good job.” Nodding repeatedly, Tommy runs his forefinger and thumb over the just ridge of his cock frantically. His grip is so tight on the upstroke Thomas accidentally hurts himself and grunts in pain. In his widened eyes, you can see how much he wants to believe you, coupled with surprise at the strength of his own arousal.

“Be gentle with yourself, kitten,” you warn. His hand slows but the head of Thomas’ cock is already crimson. He pouts his bottom lip and screws his eyes shut while letting out a pitiful whine. Something has awoken inside Tommy and he was intimidated by it. You could feel that he wanted you to fix it even though he couldn’t put a name to it himself. 

“Closer,” you encourage, pulling him in by his hips so Thomas was flush against you.

“But it's gonna get on your shirt,” he protests, transitioning into fucking his own fist. 

“That’s okay! I can change my shirt, baby.” You get a hand in his hair, run it to the back of his neck while your other grips his glute. Tommy’s eyes flutter and he whines for something more. You wrap your arms around him, rubbing his back, kissing his chest, but his sounds just become more insistent.

“Kitten, you’re going to have to be patient while I learn how to take care of you.” He falls totally silent which wasn’t the goal at all. “No pretty kitty, keep making your sounds for me. Don’t deprive me of that.” Thomas switches to stroking his cock. His hand makes wet, intimate noises and you can smell the pre-cum. He’s even more vocal, moaning and whimpering for your benefit. 

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, Tommy?” His chin trembles, but Thomas stays silent. “Answer me. Aren’t you such a good girl?” 

“Mmm mhm,” his mouth falls open in pleasure. It was so rewarding to wrap Thomas in all these affirmations. You’d never praised someone more responsive. His cock is engorged to the point that you can see each vein contrasting with his flushed skin. He must be aching.

“Yes you are.” You manage to get his shirt off now that he’s stationary, which leaves his nipples available. You lean in slowly, so close that your warm exhales raise goosebumps on his skin. Thomas’ eyes open and he arches to get your mouth on him. In response you place a hand on the center of his chest, forcing him not to rush.

“Can I play with my pretty girl’s pretty nipples?”

“Yes!” he blurts, then looks surprised at the volume of his own voice. Testing his relationship to pain, you bite lightly instead of suck.

“Ah huh ah, fuck. Fucking fuck,” he cries out. Tommy’s expression isn’t one of discomfort or pleasure, it's something else. Overwhelm. He’s not ready to explore this, not by a mile. You shush him soothingly, switching to the other side of his blushing chest with just a kiss.

“C - can you help?” He’s using what you’re coming to recognize as Thomas’ little voice, his submissive voice.

“I’d love to take care of my kitten,” you purr. Tommy grabs your hand and thrusts it between his legs. He raises it up under his ball sack so you’re cradling the weight in your palm. 

“Uh huh, mm,” he moans, while yanking his cock roughly. The sound is so pornographic that you can negligibly feel yourself get wetter from that one noise alone.

“Be gentle with yourself.” This time it's a demand without your usual warmth. Thomas starts paying attention to his whole length, not just abusing the tip. 

“Good listening. Is this what my kitty needed?” You cup his sack snuggly in your palm. The teasing has the intended effect. Thomas grunts and strangles the comforter in his left hand.

“No, kitten, hold on to me.” You pull his hand by the wrist and bring it to your hip. “I’m going to take care of you.” Again, your tone is stern, not affectionate, but he’s so responsive. Thomas’ fingernails dig in through the silk fabric of your pajama bottoms. He leans closer and you can hear the guttural, feminine noises which are barely audible as they leave his parted lips. The fragile skin between his legs is so very soft, delicate even. It’s essentially no effort on your end, but the sensation is viscerally meaningful for Thomas. 

Yet, even with your faces almost touching, he doesn’t go in for a kiss. Because kissing isn’t his heart’s desire. It’s hell not to pin just Tommy to the bed and fuck him for his own wellbeing. Submission is what he really needed. To supplement this urge, you lick and suckle his nipples with lots of spit, then take one under your free hand. Gently brushing your fingertips turns into twisting and pulling. Checking his face for discomfort, you find euphoria, but also tears. Thomas’ hips are twitching without rhythm and you can see him clawing at the edge of orgasam.

“Do you like the way my hand feels on your pussy? Such a good girl for asking me.” He cries out like he’s injured. Tommy is so conflicted, overwhelmed with all he’s trying to suppress and overwhelmed with how much he wants to get it all go and just be. 

“Learning so quickly, kitten. You’re so smart and obedient already,” you coo. At the word obedient, Tommy lets out a sob and his face falls forward onto your shoulder. For his own safety, you get a solid hold on Tommy’s hair to protect his head. Without prompting, he slumps against you in total relinquishment of control. Only Thomas’ forearm moves, and at a frenzied pace. Without the headboard at your back this would just be a pile of limbs. Instead, you can use your grip as a vantage point to speak directly into his ear. 

“You’re gonna cum with my hand on your pussy, pretty girl. Now.” Tommy chokes on a moan, but still manages to nod. “Such good listening. I’m so lucky that I got the perfect kitten.” He cums with a shout that startles Thomas himself.  It's hysterical, primal, the release of a tension whose existence he was ignorant to until the moment of. You may not have been prepared for the volume, but the overall reaction is no surprise. 

Catching most of his ejaculate in Thomas’ dirty makes the moment easier. You pull your boyfriend sideways, parting your legs so he can sit between, propping his head on your shoulder. The ends of his hair are sweaty under your hand.

“Why do I ah - always cr - cry,” he sobs. 

“You don’t always cry baby.” Thomas never teared up when he was on top, but bottomng was rarely a casual experience for him. “Just when there's something you need the sex to help you release.” 

“I don’t understand.” Except he did understand. He just wasn’t ready to face it which is a different thing entirely.

“Well what did it feel like to you?”

“Good. Calm, but intense. Easy but also…I don’t know.” 

“Mhm,” you rock back and forth. “Were there any parts you didn’t like?” After a moment of thought, he shakes his head. 

“I think when you compartmentalized your fetish, you also put away other parts of your sexuality, important parts.”

“Yeah that makes sense,” he sniffles. You reach over to the nightstand and put the tissue box between your knees. Then you just rock side to side while collecting your thoughts. During lovemaking, the risk of revealing something you hadn’t already approved caused Tommy to shut down out of fear. Perhaps that fetish wasn’t the only forbidden desire he harbored.  

“For me, sex has always been easy between us. I want what you want and vice versa. There's no conflict because we’re very compatible.”

“Yeah, same.” Thomas wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Now you have to get from the shallow end to the deep end without him drowning. 

“I think that compatibility comes from our…our energies being far apart on the sexuality spectrum. Opposites attract.”

“Uh huh.” He sounds unsure. Totally sensical, given the ramblings he was being asked to decipher.

“Basically you like taking suggestions and I like being listened to, right?”

“Okay, yes, I agree.” He nods and you examine his body language. Thomas’ hands are relaxed in his lap which is a promising sign.

“It's been a struggle to get you to advocate for yourself in bed.” Fingers crossed. “ Is that because you like doing what I say, independently of enjoying the actual activity?” 

“Yes,” he whispers. 

“What if it's something you really, really like? Wouldn’t doing the sex act be better than obeying?” His reaction to the word “obey” is very telling. His cock jumps even as it's becoming flaccid.

“I…then I have to direct the whole thing and sometimes that makes me anxious and I can’t enjoy it. Not always!” he desperately clarifies. “Just…sometimes.” 

“So it’d be fair to say that being in charge is often a turn off for you?”

“Yeah.” His chest was still rising and falling at a semi-normal rate, so you settle on at least attempting to push him.

“Then what would you say is a turn on?”

“It being you.” He’d actually managed to say even less than you thought was possible. 

“Me being the one in control and you being submissive?” It’s the first time you’ve used the s-word. Thomas holds his breath so you stroke his head again, twisting his damp, loose curls around your fingers.

“Yes,” he whispers. “But I know that, as a man, I should want to be dominant.” There it was.

“So as a woman, I should want to be submissive?” That one visibly stumps him. Thomas bites his lip in through and stares at the far wall with a concentrated expression.

“Well, no. You shouldn’t have to…I mean, I don’t care. I do care! I like things how they are.” He slides off your lap so your faces are level, but keeps his legs across your thighs.

“And what if I told you that your submissiveness is the sexist thing about you?” A wide-eyed Thomas goes through a dozen shades of red until even his ears are the color of an overripe tomato. “Have you ever considered that?” He shakes his head slowly, focus falling to his hands. “Hey.” You raise his chin by your pointer finger, then tuck a sweaty lock of hair behind his ear. Carefully, he drags his gaze up to meet yours.

“I already love the parts of you I haven’t met yet. So when you’re ready, I’m ready.”

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[that-tmr-girl]

Just Questions

Thomas’s innocent sounding questions lead to some not so innocent activities.

Vaginal sex, fingering, praise kink

Thomas has been a curious Greenie from day one. He’s wanted the answers to absolutely everything, no matter what it is. From the Maze to jobs, he always has something that he wants to ask.

I was the only medjack today. Ironically, Clint and Jeff were sick, meaning they had to stay in bed. I didn't mind seeing as I enjoy my job, but it can still be a lot.

It was easy today. The only patient I actually had was Thomas, who had fallen while running, successfully cutting his face on a rock.

“You're lucky this wasn't any worse,”I pointed out, cleaning the blood from his forehead.

“How bad could it actually get?”He shrugged.

“Pretty bad if you don't disinfectant it,”I chuckled, pouring rubbing alcohol on a rag.

“You’ve probably seen worse though,”He shrugged again.

“Oh yeah. Lots worse,”I promised.

“How bad?”

“Broken bones, a concussion, the works,”I answered, dabbing his wound.

“You never seem to mind my questions.”

“I don't at all. It's kind of cute how much you want to know about everything,”I admitted.

“So would you mind if I asked you some more personal questions?”

“Probably not,”I said, getting the last of the blood. Pulling away, I sat down as he kept his eyes on mine.

“You're a girl. That has to make your experience different than everyone else, right?”

“Maybe sometimes, but I’m fine with being here now,”I shrugged.

“You don't ever catch anybody looking at you?”

“Sometimes, but I usually brush it off. I'd rather not start anything,”I explained.

“The female anatomy, it's very different from guys, yes?”

“Definitely,”I nodded.

“Like how your clit is your pleasure spot?”

“That's definitely one difference,”I got out, crossing my legs.

“Can you show me?”

“Probably. I’m sure there are some books in here or something,”I shrugged.

“You're cute.”

“What?”I asked quickly.

“That isn't what I meant, angel. I wasn't asking about books. I was asking if you could show me,”He drew out, his voice low and lustful.

“I-I don't know if that's the best idea in here,”I reasoned.

“As long as we're quiet, nobody needs to find out,”He smirked.

“What if someone catches us?”

“And what if they don't?”

“But they could?”

“I can see you rubbing your thighs together,”He told me. Instantly, my face flushed as I realized I had unconsciously been trying to get some friction between my legs, wetness starting to soak my panties. “You should let me between your thighs instead?”

“Yeah? You think I should?”I asked, slowly leaning in.

“Yeah. I really think you should,”He nodded, wrapping his arms around my neck. I set myself on his lap, allowing me to feel him growing hard in his pants.

“And maybe I will let you inside of me?”I teased, holding his face in my palms as I leaned in close to him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes-”

Before I could finish my sentence he had smashed his lips against mine. Shutting my eyes, I kissed back as I placed my hands on his chest. Sliding his down, he grabbed my ass as he slipped his tongue inside of my mouth. I grazed mine over his as we explored each other's mouths. My hands traveled to his pants, tugging on them, begging for him to undress. Understanding what I wanted, what I needed now, he pulled them off with one hand while still kissing me.

Pulling away, I took a breath as I pulled my shirt over my head. He grabbed the hem of my pants before sliding them off. I forced his shirt over his head, revealing his abs. Tracing my hands up and down his stomach, I grinded on him. He groaned as he leaned back, watching me.

Reaching back, I unclipped my bra. The second it was on the ground he took both my breasts in his palm, tracing his thumbs over my nipples. I bit my lip to hold in a whimper as I only grew wetter.

“Do you really want this?”He whispered.

“I need this now, Thomas.”

Accepting my answer, he slipped his boxers off as I got off of him. Sliding my panties down my legs, I was left completely nude in front of him.

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful,”He praised, standing up and grabbing my hips. Pushing his lips back against mine, he kissed me as deeply as he could as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Turning me around, he set me on the bench before spreading my legs.

“Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

“Just go already,”I begged.

“So needy,”He teased.

“Thomas, please?”

Listening, he wrapped my legs around his waist as he pushed into me. I whimpered at the feeling so he stopped for a second, giving me time to adjust.

“Just go,”I repeated through heavy breaths.

He pushed more of him into me, making me throw my head back and clench my jaw. Tears threatened to fill my eyes as he stretched me out.

“It's okay. You're taking me so well. You're doing so good,”He praised, admitedly making me moan. “You like hearing how well you're doing, good girl?”

“Yes,”I breathed out.

“You're taking it so well,”He grunted, pushing more of him into me. I let out another moan as he slid out before slamming back in, completely penetrating me. My eyes rolled back to my head as he thrusted in and out at an even pace, the table shaking beneath me.

“Oh god. Oh Thomas,”I moaned as pure pleasure ran up my body.

“You take it so well. God, you're such a good girl,”He groaned, starting to increase his pace. I moaned again at the words as I felt pressure in my lower stomach. My walls tightened around his thick cock as his thrusts got sloppier. He groaned each time he pushed back in before twitching inside of me.

“I’m-I’m close,”I stuttered out.

“Good girl. You gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over my dick?”He groaned.

“Oh fuck, oh god, Thomas,”I moaned, throwing my head back again as I broke. Still going, he slammed deep inside of me again before climaxing, filling me up with his warm, sticky seed.

“I need more,”I begged as he pulled out.

Grabbing my waist, he spun my around before bending me over. I bit down on my lip in anticipation as he grabbed my waist while positioning himself behind me.

“You ready?”

“Please, just do something?”I pleaded.

Slamming into me, he filled me up again. I whimpered as I dropped my head, clawing at the bench at the feeling. With my teeth gritted together, I closed my eyes at the feeling of him pulling out and pushing in.

“You take it so well. Looking so damn pretty while you do,”He praised.

“Fuck, Thomas. Oh fuck,”I moaned, already threatening to break from sensitivity. “Thomas, I’m close,”I whimpered.

“Cum. Be a good girl, and cum,”He ordered.

Moaning louder at his words, I was practically cross eyes as I came again. My liquids spilled between my thighs, slowly traveling down my legs.

He didn't stop though. He kept slamming into me even harder and rougher than before, making my body shake. I let out more whimpers as I took him deep inside of me. He groaned each time he slid in.

The room was filled with the sound of skin on skin and pleasured sounds. Unable to take it, my walls tightened again as he twitched inside of me.

“Close. Close again,”I panted.

“You can cum. Do it. Cum,”He grunted, pushing in again and finishing inside of me. My hands balled into fists as the knot broke.

Breathing heavily, I rested my head on the table as both of us spilled down my legs, collecting in a puddle at my feet. My chest heaved as my vision wasn't right yet, too overcome with the pleasure I just felt.

He pulled out before turning me around, setting me on the bench. Spreading my legs, he buried his face in my neck, kissing my skin as he trailed his hands up and down my body.

“Thomas, what are-”

“I’m not done yet,”He hushed, biting down on my skin. I took a deep breath until he pushed two fingers deep inside of me. I let out a loud moan as he pumped them, hitting my g-spot. Using his thumb, he rubbed circles on my clit, leaving me breathless.

“Fuckkk, Thomas,”I moaned, feeling the knot in my core come back. He increased his pace on my clit and inside of me, leaving my physically unable to keep my eyes open as I broke all over his hand.

“Good girl. You took my fingers so fucking well,”He praised, pulling them out of me. Placing them in his mouth, he sucked down before softly pressing his lips against mine. I barely managed to kiss back as I was still taking in air.

“We should do that again sometime,”He suggested as he pulled away.

“Yeah. That can definitely be arranged.”

[nomoreusername]

A Clingy Drunk

Pairing:Thomas x female reader

Summary:When Thomas ends up drunk for the first time you find out what kind he is.

Greenie night is a very needed night here. I mean if there was never any time to kick back we would literally go insane. If life was just work, work, work, we would actually collapse on the ground and never get up.

This was only Thomas’s fifth one, and he for sure knew why they were the absolute best part of this place. The celebration, the fight ring, the fun conversations, the carefree atmosphere, the everything. Everything is great about Greenie night.

Thomas had recently found something he used to be disgusted by more tolerable now. Something that the night would ever be complete without.

Gally's special drink.

He had never actually been able to drink it without gagging, but I guess he had grown used to it. That was good. It's nice that he's not about to spit it out every time he gets a taste.

Right now it was my favorite part of the night. It was the wind down time. People were heading off to bed, and everyone who was still up was sitting in a circle around the fire with a simple game of truth or dare.

“Y/N, truth or dare?”Minho asked, nodding his head towards me.

“Truth,”I shrugged, taking a quick sip of my drink.

“You're so boring,”He insisted, a teasing smile on his lips.

“No she's not,”Thomas argued. Rolling my eyes, I just continued running my fingers through his hair as he kept his head on my lap.

“Is it true Thomas is being annoying right now?”He asked.

“Y/N is not annoying.”

“Shhh. Go to sleep,”I hushed, not wanting him to keep being defensive over me, even if the statement wasn't even meant for me. “And no. It's not,”I answered as he started playing with my hands, running his fingers over my palms and fidgeting with them. “Fry, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“You're all boring.”

“No she's not,”Thomas repeated, his eyes half shut against his will.

“On second thought, I’m taking him to bed,”I sighed, sitting him up and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“Don't have too much fun now.”

“Oh, be quiet Minho,”I scolded, standing up while making sure Thomas was leaning against me. And lean against me he did, practically attached to my hip. To be fair, he had been the entirety of the evening.

“Are you gonna stay with me?”He slurred out as I brought him past some sleeping Gladers and to his hammock.

“Yes. I am,”I nodded, helping him stumble into bed first. With just a little bit of effort I managed to get him where he definitely needed to be. While I did have to hold it for a second so he didn't fall on the floor and bust his skull open, he managed to adjust just enough.

“Stay with me,”He demanded, holding his arms out. With another sigh, I squeezed beside him. Still not being satisfied, he pulled me close to him, burying his face in my neck and mumbling something incoherent before pressing quick kisses to my skin. Still, I knew him enough to know exactly what he said.

“I love you too, Thomas. I love you too.”

[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)

[m30wk1ttycat]

did i just read a fic in which thomas (as in thomas the tank engine) is railing y/n?

yes. yes, i did. and i loved it. 10/10. totally recommend reading it.

link! :3

[reidalert]

spencer is for the girlies who want a cutesy nerdy boy who will beg for you

& hotch is for the girlies who want a cold yet caring man who will make you beg for him