behind a closed door

Behind Closed Doors // A Thomas Smut

Prompt: It is forbidden at all costs to sleep with the only girl in the glade, but that’s not gonna stop Thomas from being with her in the slightest.

Relationship: Thomas x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Sneaking Around, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Slightly Rough Thomas I Guess, Sexual Harassment, and Super Fucking Sexy Thomas Because Come On.

Word Count: 6,863

A/N: Because I was in the mood for some maze runner smut. 


Not being able to hold back the pleasure built up inside of me any longer, I let out a loud moan the second Thomas reattached his lips on my pulse point and nibbled on it. His chest pushing up against me rubbed my back on the wall and his fingers lightly grazed me over my soaking wet panties, sending excited shivers down my spine. My entire body was begging for more of him, but I knew that we wouldn’t have enough time out here to have sex and make it back.

“Thomas, we need to go back to the glade.” I tried, but he didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead he just pushed my panties to the side with his fingers. “We still have to map out what we saw before we forget it and it gets dark.”

“We’re not gonna forget.” He hummed against my neck, his voice vibrating my skin.

“Babe, we don’t have time for sex.” I disagreed, but immediately whimpered when his middle finger slid through my folds and separated them.

“Who said anything about sex?” Thomas smirked, applying pressure on my clitoris and slowly circling it. “I just want to make my girl feel good before we have to pretend like we’re not together.”

I wanted to protest and I wanted to be responsible here, but as he worked my nub in such an incredible and addictive way, I couldn’t find the will to actually stop him. I knew we wouldn’t have the same freedom in the glade that we have out here in the maze, thanks to Alby’s most strict rule of No one ever touches (Y/N) because she’s the only female and whomever does will be punished, so I decided to just give into him and let Thomas do whatever he wanted to me.

I brought my hands up to his neck and pulled him away from mine to attach his lips on my own. Our kiss was passionate and full of lust, his tongue already gliding on the bottom of my lip to ask for an entrance. I opened my mouth for him to slip his tongue inside and I instantly moaned at how skillful he was with it.

Thomas’ finger increased its pace against my nub, my hips bucking at the delicious feeling. The way he was working on me made me feel so hazy that I couldn’t even focus on kissing him correctly, my mouth too lazy to properly move. All I could do was allow the pleasure to build up inside of me and moan into his mouth as Thomas now used his finger to slide inside of my warmth. My hands gripped onto his neck tighter in response along with my arching back and my secret boyfriend smirked against my lips. My eyes fell shut to the incredible sensations he was provoking, but a whine escaped my mouth when he broke our kiss.

“Does this feel good?” He teased, his finger slowly pumping inside of my core.

I just nodded, my body too lost in the pleasure to be able to form any sentence or say a single word for that matter. Thomas knew exactly how much it turned me on when he talked dirty to me and I didn’t even need to open my eyes to know he was grinning smugly at me right now. His finger moved a little faster inside of me before I could even ask and the shameless moan that escaped my lips would’ve been embarrassing if I wasn’t too lustful at this moment.

“Do you want another one?” Thomas smirked, the movements of his finger bringing me close to my peak. I nodded my head and he just tsked sexily. “I need you to say it, baby.”

“Y-Yes.” I somehow managed to speak through the desire and Thomas immediately responded.

Another finger of his pushed itself into my core and I hitched my leg around his waist for him to have more access. Thomas moaned at my sudden action and instantly pushed his fingers deeper, an immediate mixture of a moan and a scream falling from my lips. I didn’t care that I was so loud and open with Thomas, our relationship was too intimate for me to worry about being vulnerable around him.

“T-Thomas, please.” I begged him for my orgasm and, believe it or not, his pace increased even more.

The spring in my stomach was coiling more with every passing second and Thomas definitely knew. With his other hand, my boyfriend slipped it under my shirt and runner gear to squeeze my breast. His hand began kneading it, Thomas’ calloused fingers tightly pinching my nipple and it was enough to further the pulsing in my core. I desperately wanted his mouth attached to my perky bud but I knew that that wouldn’t be possible thanks to the annoying runner’s wear and how incredibly difficult it was to remove.

It was when Thomas curled his fingers inside of me to press against my G-spot he was well aware of and his thumb put unbelievable pressure on my clit that I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The spring inside of me snapped, releasing the extremely anticipated orgasm all throughout my body. My back arched, my legs shook and a mixture of embarrassing moans with lustful screams erupted from my chest.

“Shit, baby, you sound and look so beautiful.” Thomas moaned, my mouth only able to moan in response.

Once I whimpered at how sensitive I’ve become, Thomas carefully removed his fingers from inside of me and gently placed my leg back on the ground. His other hand detached from my breast and fixed my shirt so it looked like nothing happened. As soon as I opened my eyes, the first sight I saw was Thomas happily sucking on his fingers that worked on me. His tongue grazed his skin and, even though I just came, this sexy sight immediately made me ready for another orgasm with him. He smirked at how in awe I was and I almost melted right then and there when he winked. Pulling his fingers out of his mouth, Thomas adjusted my jeans and I watched him with hooded eyes.

Bringing my back off of the maze’s wall and managing to stand on my own, a grin spread across my lips with a deviant idea. Thomas’ eyebrows quirked up at me before I prepared myself for what I was about to do.

“Last one to the map room is a rotten shank!” I challenged, immediately sprinting towards the glade.

Looking behind me with a huge smile planted on my face, I realized Thomas instantly played along and was already hot on my trail. We both ran like maniacs towards the door with joy flooding through our veins and not a single care in the world. Considering Thomas and I are the best runners in the glade, it didn’t take long for us to maneuver our way through the maze and quickly reach the entrance. An excited squeal escaped my lips when I looked behind me and realized Thomas was no longer there, but was now right beside me. The wind blew in my hair and stung my face, yet all I could focus on was how beautiful and happy my boyfriend looked as we suddenly entered the glade and rushed towards the map room already in sight. The two of us completely ignored all of the stares and shouts the gladers were sending us, both too consumed by each other.

“No, no, no!” I screamed when he started winning, but it was no use. Thomas was just as determined as I was. It’s our best, but also most annoying quality.

“See you on the other side, rotten shank!” He shouted back at me, not even bothering to turn around before reaching the map room and quickly opening the door.

“Thomas!” I tried to stop him, but of course it didn’t work.

My boyfriend rushed inside and I groaned when he beat me at my own game. Running in after him, Thomas’ smirk was wide and smug as I shut the door to the map room behind us. That’s always how our sessions worked, behind closed doors to avoid getting caught. I wish that we could be open about our relationship, but at the same time I like how the adrenaline flows through our veins every time we meet in secret. With the door closed every facade falls. The disguise we display to the world fades away and all we desire is to fuck each other’s brains out.

“I’m glad you could finally come.” He teased and I narrowed my eyes at him as I approached Thomas slowly.

“Well, it’s a good thing I already did.” I clicked my tongue, Thomas’ eyebrows quirking at my comment. “Because something tells me if you keep this up, you won’t.”

“Oh, is someone upset I won?” Thomas grinned, the both of us now inches apart from each other. “Can’t handle being slower than me, can you?”

I decided to ignore him and just glare at him instead of saying anything, hoping it would make him take back what he just said. But, no. An even wider and cockier smile pulled at the corner of his lips and as much as I hated to admit it, he looked incredibly sexy.

“Screw you, Thomas.”

“If you insist.” He shrugged before grabbing my cheeks and crashing his lips against mine.

I instantly moaned into his mouth, his impressive lips molding with my own in such perfect harmony. If there’s something Thomas certainly knows how to do is kiss me like there’s no tomorrow, always making my knees go with with his touch. His tongue didn’t even ask for an entrance instead he just pushed it past my lips and made its way onto mine, the both of them waltzing together so beautifully that no dancer could ever compare. Our love so much more stunning than any piece of art out there in the world.

Thomas’ hand wrapped around my waist to push my chest into his warm one as he backed our bodies up to the nearest table. Our kiss never broke even when he cleared all of the pens, pencils, papers, and pieces of scrap with one swift movement of his hand off the table. Excitement boiling inside of me as his hands settled on my ass to pull me up on it and sit me down on the surface. My legs instantly spread for him at the same time that Thomas began unzipping my jeans and pulling them down, my lack of air starting to make me feel light-headed. My jeans were pooling down on the floor when I decided to separate our kiss, begrudgingly, and my hands flew to his belt. As I unbuckled it, Thomas removed my leather runner’s gear. At the same time that I opened his pants and let it fall to the ground, my boyfriend pulled at the hem of my shirt telling me he wanted it off. My shirt was the first to go then his and as soon as we were only in our underwear, Thomas’ mouth immediately latched onto my breast to give it the attention it desperately wanted earlier.

Even though his warm and wet mouth working on my nipple turned me on immensely, there was nothing I craved more than to feel him inside of me. As soon as I tugged at his boxers, Thomas got the message. He bit down on my nipple, a squeal escaping my lips, and pulled at it with his teeth before taking his mouth off of my breast with a pop.

I brought his boxers down to his knees and instinctively wrapped my hand around his delicious shaft, not being able to hold back how much I craved to touch him. As I slowly pumped his erection, my thumb caressing his swollen and wet with precum tip, Thomas growled at the feeling and ripped apart my panties all of a sudden. Even though I wanted to get mad at him considering I only have three, well now two, I couldn’t find it in myself to be anything but turned on by his lustful actions.

Putting his lips back onto mine, Thomas spread my legs for him to stand in between. One of his hands settled on my waist as the other removed mine from his cock to position himself in my entrance, moans escaping both of our lips when he wet his tip with my juices. His swollen head sliding amongst my folds and caressing my clitoris, my chest already arching into his at the contact. It’s not my fault I easily come undone with Thomas, it’s his fault for being so damn sexy all the time.

Thomas pressed himself into my core and our breaths hitched in our throats as he slowly stretched me, both of us melting into the incredible feeling. His hand on my waist moved to my lower back so he could push me closer to him, his dick entering deeper inside of me. My eyes immediately shut at the fullness and Thomas’ head fell to my shoulder, his lips placing gentle kisses on my skin. Once he was buried deep inside of me, my boyfriend didn’t even need to wait before thrusting thanks to how turned on and ready I was for him.

Thomas started out at a normal pace, enjoying the feeling of our bodies connected again. We haven’t had sex in about a week because sex in the maze is careless and dangerous and it’s been nearly impossible in the glade because of all the attention he was getting lately. So, needless to say, we’ve been craving each other too much and the built up sexual tension between us is so strong it almost hurts.

Just as he increased his thrusting, Thomas’ free hand moved up to my neck and gripped onto the back of my hair. I whimpered in response and he smiled into my shoulder blade. We didn’t talk about it because it was just a normal thing, but the both of us absolutely love it when Thomas pulls my hair. It’s our favorite kink we share and have no shame in falling prey to it. The way he pounds into me as he grabs my hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands, was so exciting to us.

“Thomas!” A voice suddenly called from outside of the map room and before we even knew it or could do anything to stop what was about to happen, the door flew open. “Are you alright? Why were you guys running so fa-”

My eyes widened in fear as Gally appeared in front of us, his sentence immediately stopping as soon as he caught sight of Thomas fucking me. Who had instantly halted his actions when he realized we were no longer alone and picked up his head from my shoulder to look at the intruder with not only a shocked expression, but a glare blazing in his brown eyes.

Gally’s pupils fell to our connected and wet groins, Thomas growling when he did. As soon as he began to pull out, a moan escaping my lips at the most inappropriate time thanks to the friction, the now terrified glader immediately backed away. Turning around to face the door, Gally ran out of the map room without another word.

“T-Thomas, he’s gonna go tell Alby.” I panicked the moment Gally was gone. “We s-should stop.”

“No.” Thomas grunted, pushing back inside of me and picking up his thrusts again. “We just have to be fast before they get here.”

“Thomas, you’re gonna get in trouble.”
I argued, but moaned loudly when his tip hit my most sensitive spot he was very well aware of.

“I’m gonna get in trouble either way.” He stated, his pace fast and hard. The desk pounding against the wall along with his thrusts, our breathing in sync with the rhythm as well. “Might as well enjoy this last moment I have with you.”

His words stung in my heart the second he finished saying them because we knew Alby wouldn’t take this “crime” lightly. Thomas was going to get punished and fear mixed with the lust in my veins at what exactly said punishment consists of.

“Okay, then you’re gonna want to go harder than that.” I teased, my hands now flying to grip his flexed biceps in preparation.

Thomas followed my directions instantly and pounded harder into me, my body already getting a taste of the sweet edge it will soon be falling over. His mouth crashed back onto mine and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. I kissed him back with as much fervor and passion, neither one of us wanting to say goodbye through words so we let our bodies do it instead. Which at the end of the day, would do a much better job than anything our minds can come up with. Thomas’ and my body are so in sync with each other that they just know exactly how to express our care and love without needing to fumble over sentences.

“I-I’m close.” I confessed, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me.

Thomas’ hand that was on my waist moved to our connecting groins and began to furiously circle my clit, my legs already shaking in response. I tried to kiss him back as focused as I could, but it was too hard to concentrate when I knew I was about to fall apart. Thomas, however, did an amazing job keeping our kiss going and he even slipped his tongue inside of my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I shouted, no longer concerned about hiding my moans.

The second Thomas applied more pressure onto my nub and, suddenly, pulled at my hair, I lost it. I completely fell over the edge and jumped into the overwhelming pool of pleasure waiting for me, my orgasm touching my skin like water in a lake. Clenching down on his cock, Thomas let out a strangled moan and the sound itself would’ve made me cum a second time.

Once I came back down from my high, I noticed Thomas was still chasing after his release. Bringing my mouth to his earlobe, I nibbled on it and ignored the sensitivity in my core. I was just as determined to have him orgasm as he was.

“It’s okay, baby.” I whispered into his ear, my boyfriend shuttering at the feeling of my warm breath fanning across his sweaty skin. “Forget the world outside and just cum for me, Thomas.”

With the mixture of my dirty words and my core purposely clenching down on him, Thomas moaned into my mouth as he finally reached his much anticipated orgasm. At the same time that he pulled out to release on my stomach, four unexpected figures suddenly appeared at the doorway and my body froze. Thomas didn’t even notice them, his eyes were shut tight in focus and he grunted loudly as his hot cum coated my skin. It wasn’t until then that I noticed just who was at the door, all of their eyes wide and jaws dropped in complete shock.

Gally, Alby, Newt, and Minho’s terrified eyes averted from the scene before them and all of the lust inside of me was replaced with horror. The four keepers of the glade just witnessed their newest Greenie cumming on the only girl here. My cheeks immediately felt hot and I knew they were painted with red blushes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Thomas’ husky voice snapped me out of my fear and my eyes shifted to look at him. He was furrowing his eyebrows at me in confusion and all I could do was stare.

“Thomas clean her up and meet us outside.” Alby spoke up with a voice full of authority and my boyfriend gasped. “Now.”

He didn’t even dare to turn around, I just watched as Thomas’ face became as red as mine. Alby quickly turned around and left, the three other boys following in his footsteps.

“Thomas, I’m scared.” I confessed, my concerned eyes piercing into his. “I don’t want to lose you.”

A soft and genuine smile appeared on his lips as my boyfriend placed his hand on my flushed cheek.

“You won’t.” He promised and I believed him.

Thomas grabbed what was left of my torn panties and used the cloth to clean his release off of me. As soon as he finished, both of us quietly put our clothes back on. Our minds too full of thoughts about what we were going to face to put together a conversation.

“Ready?” He asked me, his hand about to push open the door.

“Ready.” I nodded.

Slipping my hand into his free one, Thomas opened the door and lead us out into the glade. My heart beat violently against my ribcage as we approached the group of people formed in front of the maze’s doors, Alby already staring at us with his arms folded across his chest. I noticed how it was getting darker by the second, meaning the doors to the maze would be shutting any minute now.

“Look at that shuckface!” Gally suddenly shouted, pointing at Thomas and I didn’t understand where this anger was coming from. “He’s nothing but a piece of klunk!”

“That’s enough, Gally.” Newt defended as we entered the group.

Alby unfolded his arms and settled them beside him, he walked over to us and Thomas gulped at the proximity. He cleared his throat due to his nervousness and shifted on his feet, but never took his hand out of mine. The leader’s eyes flickered to it before they returned to their angry post on the Greenie, disappointment also evident in them.

“We don’t have many rules here in the glade.” Alby spoke up. “And yet, Thomas, you have managed to break the most important.”

I expected my boyfriend’s head to fall to the ground in shame, but instead he stood his ground. Thomas was in no way challenging or disrespecting Alby, he was just telling him through his actions that he didn’t agree.

“You’re going to have to be punished for going against our law.”

“Banish him!” Gally yelled and my entire body went weak.

“Alby, we can’t banish him.” Minho suddenly intervened, his eyes concerned about his good friend. “He’s too important.”

“Maybe we should just put him a night in the pit with no food.” Newt offered and the scoff that came out of Gally’s mouth was so loud it almost scared me.

“Absolutely not!” The annoying glader disagreed, his head shaking as he pointed at Thomas. “That’s too easy, he’s just gonna do it again!”

“So?” I spoke up, surprising both the gladers and myself. “I’m the one that decides wether or not someone touches me, not you guys!”

“(Y/N), you don’t know what you’re saying-”

“Yes, I do Gally!” I shouted in frustration. “Thomas isn’t hurting me and it shouldn’t be a crime if I like it.”

“She has a point, Alby.” Minho agreed with me and an actual smile placed itself on my lips.

“No, she doesn’t!” Gally hissed. “Alby, don’t listen to this. He can’t just spend a night in the pit, he needs to be kicked out.”

Alby lifted his hand to order silence in the glade and everyone immediately complied. A nervous lump formed in my throat as I realized that the leader had made his decision.

“Thomas, you won’t be spending a night in the pit.” Alby stated. “You’ll spending it in the maze.”

The entire world around me stopped so I could feel it quickly crumble into pieces beneath my feet. A static noise buzzed in my ear and my eyes became blurry with instant tears as I felt an icy cold hurricane crash down on me and drown me in fear. My heart pounded against my body as if it belonged to Thumper from Bambi and I was certain it was going to break through and fall down to the floor.

“No, no, no.” I shook my head in denial but no one said anything. It was already decided.

Out of nowhere, the sudden sound of the doors to the maze began to close and the ice water inside of me froze every single one of my limbs. Pain invaded my cells and tore them apart without any bit of mercy. The last thing I heard before I completely succumbed to my fear was Alby’s upset voice telling Thomas it was time to go. My breathing shortened and a sick feeling punched me in my stomach, warning me I was going to throw up. An invisible hand wrapped around my throat and forbid me from properly breathing and a mixture of hot and cold flashes sparked through my body. It was as if I were dying and I knew exactly what was happening to me. And by the way Thomas stood in front of me and placed both of his hands on my cheek, he also knew I was having a panic attack.

“Breathe.” He instructed and I tried to follow the way he was showing me breathing exercises. “It’s okay, just breathe. I’m going to make it, (Y/N). I need you to believe me.”

I wanted to say I believed him but all I could do was replay Chuck once telling me No one survives a night in the maze over and over again in my mind. Thomas continued to try and comfort me even though he was the one about to face the Grievers, yet we both knew my panic attack wasn’t going to go away anytime soon.

“Thomas, let’s go.” Alby stated, pulling his hands off of me and began leading everyone towards the moving doors.

We approached it and I did my best to ignore my panic attack as Thomas turned to look at me one last time. His eyes were begging me to be okay and I wished I could grant him what he wanted, but I wasn’t going to ever be okay again. My boyfriend quickly wrapped his arms around me and I ignored all of the stares from the gladers as he separated to place a kiss on my lips. It was short and of course I craved more, but mainly because a part of me knew I would never feel it again.

“I love you.” Thomas said to me for the first time and my heart actually jumped. My eyes flickered over to Alby for the slightest second and I could see the hurt in them. He didn’t want to do this, but he needed to enforce the rules.

My boyfriend walked through the doors to the maze and my legs ran to him, hot tears streaming down my face that I hadn’t even noticed until now. Newt immediately grabbed me before I could go in and I watched with a heart in agony as he entered the maze and turned around to look as me one last time.

“I love you, too.” I shouted through my hysterical sobbing.

Thomas gave me an encouraging smile before the rocks connected and he was trapped behind closed doors.

~

The entire night was one long and drawn out nightmare. My mind kept picturing the worst scenarios of Thomas in that terrifying maze, always ending with him being teared apart by the Grievers that showed him no mercy. His pillow was completely stained by my salty tears at this point and my cheeks were stiff with all of the dry water stuck to them. I was no longer sobbing uncontrollably like I had since the moment Thomas left, but I was now entirely numb inside.

Usually, I loved getting up early in the morning to see Thomas quickly before we had to run off into the maze for the day. However, today I dreaded the idea of leaving his hammock that I have already claimed my own. His smell still lingered in the sheets and I, in no way, was ready to part from the small piece of him I still had left. No one ever survives a night in the maze and Thomas is still relatively a Greenie which means he was no different.

Watching as the sun rose in front of me, the normally beautiful and vibrant colors no longer having an effect without Thomas here for us to marvel at them, I felt a small finger tapping on my shoulder. Turning around, Chuck looked at me with pity but also a small glimpse of hope in his eyes. He was laying on his hammock and I instantly noticed the dried tears on his freckled cheeks.

“He’s gonna make it.” He spoke up, his voice not groggy like I expected it to be which meant he also didn’t get any sleep last night. Our minds were too worried about our favorite person in this glade. “I promise you. Thomas is gonna walk right through those doors today and surprise us all.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Chuck.” I stated, the lump in my throat now permanently lodged there. “It hurts more than just accepting the horrible truth.”

“This is the truth.” The chubby twelve year old sat up in his hammock, his eyes determined as they looked at me. “I’ve been in this glade as long as I can remember and never have I ever met someone like Thomas before. He’s strong, fast and– most importantly– he’s ridiculously smart. If someone’s gonna figure out a way to survive against the Grievers, that someone is definitely our Thomas.”

His words weren’t just made to comfort me and they weren’t full of pity or false hope, Chuck meant every single sentence that came out of his mouth. And from how certain he was about them, I couldn’t help hut feel like they were laced with truancy. I know Thomas better than anyone here and because of that, I was well aware he would never give up without one hell of a fight. My logic and my mind were telling me he was already long gone, but my heart suddenly felt a small spark of faith. All thanks to how sure this small yet incredibly courageous boy was.

“Thank you, Chuck.” I smiled for the first time since yesterday. “I needed to hear that.”

“And I needed to say it to someone​ other than myself.” He confessed with a kind smile that I gladly returned. “Now come on, let’s get some breakfast.”

Chuck shot up from his hammock and I let out a loud squeal when he turned mine, suddenly dropping me on the ground. The grass prickled my arms and legs, but I was now too focused on immediately standing up to get my revenge on him. The youngest glader let out a mixture of a scream and a laugh when I charged for him, already running away from me. But, I was determined and Chuck knew that which is why in a matter of seconds as we ran through the glade, not caring who saw us, I was able to wrap my arms around him and grab the kid. Instantly pinning him to the ground, Chuck shouted and giggled as I mercilessly attacked him with the tickle monster.

“Stop, please!” He pleaded through his loud laughter, the gladers waking up because of us. “Okay, okay! You win!”

“As always.” I smirked, pulling away from him. Chuck immediately let out a deep breath of relief and rested his elbows on the grass to glare at me.

“You’re an evil, woman.” He challenged and all I could do was laugh.

“I like to think of it as a gift.”

Winking at Chuck and then walking away, the sudden loud sound of the solid doors to the maze roared through the glade and warned us they were now opening. My heart instantly stopped and I didn’t even notice I was sprinting towards the heavy doors until I felt unexpected wind stinging against my cheek. I could see the maze already and my heartbeat paced faster than it ever has, not because I was running but because I was convinced that Thomas would be on the other side.

From my peripheral vision, I sensed Minho and Newt running along with me and Chuck right behind us three. We didn’t care that we looked desperate and insane, all we wanted was to see our Greenie again. I internally cursed my legs for not being fast enough and getting me to Thomas as soon as possible.

Once I had finally reached the entrance of the maze, my legs halted to a stop and my eyes immediately peered around the inside to see if they could spot him. I didn’t even mind that my breathing was completely unstable, that my heartbeat was pounding against my eardrums or that my lungs were burning in my chest. All I could think about was: Where the hell is he?

Thomas was nowhere in sight. The maze was completely empty and as I felt Chuck reach up and stand beside me, my mind began to slip back into the state it was in before. The panic and despair came back along with the pain and agony in my heart. All of the hope and faith Chuck had convinced me of instantly washed away only to be replaced by anguish and anger. The hurt I felt watching Thomas enter the maze is nothing compared to the wound that I will now have because he hasn’t come out of it. The once numb girl was now completely broken and shattered into a million pieces.

How could I have let myself think that things would’ve ended any differently?

Everyone knows people don’t make it with Grievers surrounding them, no human has a chance against those monsters. Thomas, the love of my life, was gone and there’s nothing I could do to get him back. He’s dead… and it’s all my fault. Why did I get involved with him when I knew it would put his life in danger? Why did I repeatedly be with him even though I was well aware of the possible consequences?

All I cared about was momentary passion and now Thomas has suffered a permanent punishment because of it- because of me. I’ll never forgive myself for what I have caused and I’ll never be able to live with the guilt either. Although, I won’t ever forget all of the fun times we had with each other and the love we shared. I don’t care that I can’t remember anything that happened to me before the glade, what really matter are the memories Thomas and I created together.

“So much for walking through those doors and surprising us.” I stated to Chuck as my voice broke, not even bothering to look at him.

I didn’t care how possibly hurt he was now, all I managed to do was look at the vacant maze one last time before tearing myself away from it and heading towards anywhere but here.

My legs carried me to the woods once again to cry alone and away from everyone else just like I had yesterday. But, this time it was so much worse. I couldn’t even see properly with how blurry my vision has become thanks to the non-stop tears. The back of my eyes burned as they cried, but it didn’t compare to the burning in my heart. It carried a weight like no other, a pain like never before. Leaning against a tree and slumping down to the uncomfortable ground, I allowed myself to just completely lose it.

Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping pulled me out of my own depressing thoughts to look up at the source. Rage and hatrid flowed through my body the second I wiped away the pooling tears in my eyes and came face-to-face with the one person I despise the most, Gally. He stood there in front of me with a disgusting grin planted on his face and I desperately wanted to slap it off.

“What the hell do you want, shuckface?” I hissed, forcing myself to stop crying so he wouldn’t see me so vulnerable and, to my surprise, it actually worked. Mind over matter, I guess.

“You.”

The word came out of his mouth so naturally that I almost didn’t believe it, it wasn’t until he unexpectedly rushed over to me and lifted me off the ground that the reality hit me. Shockwaves of panic and fear immediately spread throughout my nerves like fire, instantly destroying me in its wake. A terrified and pained grunt escaped my lips when my attacker, all of a sudden, roughly pushed me up against the harsh tree. My body was so shocked with what was happening that I couldn’t even respond, my muscles frozen in place although my mind was screaming desperately at me to fight and run away.

“G-Gally!” I cried, my lips the only part of my body able to react as he gripped both of my wrists with one of his hands and settled it over my head. “Stop! What are you doing?!”

“What do you think I’m doing?” He spat back with a smirk and flashes of horror consumed me.

“You can’t do this!” I shouted frantically, my voice desperate and unstable.

“Why not?” Gally’s black and dark eyes pierced into mine, his icy stare making me feel cold. “Thomas did.”

The mention of his name sparked something in me I couldn’t explain and I, suddenly, felt stronger than ever. My body finally responded​ to the commands my neurons were sending to my muscles. Immediately and harshly stepping down on his foot, Gally let out a yelp of pain and out of instinct, let go of my hand.

“I wanted Thomas to touch me! You’re just disgusting!” I shouted at him with intense fury before sprinting away from the psycho.

“Oh, no you don’t.” I heard him comment and I knew that he was already hot on my trail.

Before I even expected it, I was abruptly tackled to the ground by his forceful body and to say it hurt wouldn’t be a fair description. Adrenaline ran through my veins, but it didn’t matter how much I fought back because Gally was a lot stronger than me. As soon as I tried to scream for help, his hand instantly covered my mouth and stopped me from trying to escape. His other hand grabbed my wrists like before and there was no use in trying to get away anymore, I was completely submitted to Gally’s strength.

I’m disgusting? You’re the whore, not me.” He hissed, tears already returning their posts down my cheeks. “I’m one of the leaders here and my voice is heard, not yours. If you say anything about this, (Y/N), no one’s ever gonna believe you.”

“I will.”

A sudden and familiar voice that didn’t belong to neither me or Gally spoke up from behind us and I immediately recognized it. My attacker’s eyes widened in fear, meaning he also knew exactly whom it belonged to and relief spread through my once terrified nerves when he quickly stood up.

There, standing over us, was the one person I desperately wanted to see the most. His shirt was torn, his shoulder covered in yellow slime, all of his skin painted with dirt, blood and sweat- but he never looked more beautiful in his entire life.

Not being able to handle waiting, my legs jumped up and instantly ran towards Thomas. His arms already welcoming me as I crashed into his embrace. I couldn’t care less about Gally anymore, all that mattered was that Thomas was alive and well. I hugged him so tight because I was afraid he would disappear if I let go, but instead of wincing my boyfriend just hugged me as tight right back. My tears of joy stained his shirt even further, Thomas caressing my hair whilst I cried into his chest.

“Baby, what do you want me to do with Gally?” He asked, the sound of his voice music to my ears.

“I don’t care.” I shrugged. “I just want to hold you forever now that you’re back.”

I didn’t know how it was possible, but Thomas hugged me even tighter and I loved every second of it.

“I’m too tired to kill you, Gally. Just get out of my sight.” He warned, his voice stern. “Go now before I change my mind!”

I tuned out the sound of Gally’s feet crushing grass and twigs as he ran away from us, my mind only focused on the steady pace of Thomas’ beating heart in his chest. He placed kisses on my temple continously and it didn’t help to stop the salty tears streaming down my cheeks.

“I thought I lost you.” I cried.

“Well, I promised you wouldn’t.” He chuckled, his body shaking the both of us as he did. “And I’m not one to break a promise.”

“I’m just glad you’re home with me.”

“(Y/N),” Thomas pulled away so he could stare me deep into my eyes. “You are my home.”

chrisshemsworth  asked:

mmmm, how about...a bit of power bottom!thor being an utter slut for his brother's cock? if you're inclined, of course!

a (cock)hungry boy: The Thor Odinson Story ~400 words


Thor cannot stand this party anymore.

Swallowing the last of his mead, he gets up form his seat, rudely ignoring anyone that calls for him and heading straight for his brother. Grabbing him by the back of his tunic, he drags him away from the group he’s been  chatting with and hauls him away. Loki comes with him without a fight, but he doesn’t look terribly happy about it.

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anonymous asked:

19, 26, a


19. “Come on, admit it. You like me.” - “In your dreams.”

26. Person A walks in on Person B making out with someone

a. smut

A/N: I’m assuming you want this with Bucky


“Come on, admit it. You like me.” Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as you walked to your room.

“In your dreams.” You scoffed as you closed the door behind you.

“Then how come all your recent dates have failed?” His voice dropped to a whisper, inaudible through the thick wood of your door. “Let me be your date tonight.”

“As a matter of fact, I actually have a date tonight that I plan on bringing back here.” You swung your door open and smirked. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” 

Your date was going swimmingly…up until Bucky decided to fuck things over. You had managed to get back to the Tower and onto the living room’s couch without a problem. Your date was on top of you, one hand on your cheek and the other of your waist as his lips massaged yours. You moved a hand to undo his belt when Bucky cleared his throat.

“Sorry to interrupt, just need to ask (Y/N) where she keeps her condoms,” Bucky smirked down at you.

“Why do you care to know?” You clenched your jaw as you glared up at him. As soon as the words left your mouth a blonde haired girl came bouncing in, giggling uncontrollably. 

“Just curious.” He crossed his arms. “Now, where are they?”

“I’ll just show you. I have them hidden.” 

Bucky slammed you up against the wall as his hands roamed your body. His lips attacked your neck as his metal fingers teased you through your panties. He yanked the lace fabric to the side and slide two fingers in.

“Have you thought about my fingers fucking you?” He stifled your moans with his lips. “Were you thinking about me when you were making out with that guy?”

Yes.” You lifted a leg up and hooked it around his waist. “Shit, holy fuck, I’m already close.”

“I’m good with my fingers.” Bucky chuckled against your lips. “Now cum for me, doll.”


Tweet No More - Charlie Mcavoy

I love how y’all love the BU boys because same. Tho if anyone ever actually harasses Charlie send me their address cuz Imma fight them

Requests Are Open!

Anon Request: Ok that was so good. OK so I had an idea for another mcavoy one: basically, after bu loses the beanpot, he reads a bunch of tweets criticizing him abt his playing ability and his weight.. basically calling him fat?? If u understood that lol thanks bb

Warnings: none

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It had been two days and Charlie still hadn’t said anything. He just sat in his apartment, dead silent. You tried to get him to talk to you, but all you got were shrugs or head shakes. Today he had given you a mumbled “no”, so at least you had progressed a little bit.

“Charlie I have food!” You kicked the door closed behind you. 

You sighed when he didn’t respond, not that you had expected anything. You were almost positive that if you didn’t have a key to your boyfriend’s apartment, he wouldn’t have even opened the door. 

“Char?” You peered into his bed room not seeing him. 

You looked into the living room, but no hockey player there either.

You rounded the corner and found him sitting at the kitchen counter.

“Hey you,” you smiled softly.

“Hey,” Charlie’s voice cracked. Well at least he was talking. But crying was a no-no in your book. You’d rather him not talk for weeks then to see your boyfriend cry.

“Babe,” you moved to stand in front of him on the other side of the counter.

“Have you seen all of these?” Charlie waved his phone at you, twitter pulled up on the screen. He swatted at his eyes. “These people are all right.” 

“Right?” 

“I can’t play. I’m terrible at it,” Charlie laughed bitterly.

“Don’t you dare,” you warned. 

“(Y/N/N), look at these,” he pushed his phone towards you, setting his head on his arms. “They’re all very detailed and very accurate.”

You took the phone from the counter and scrolled through, your stomach turning over in disgust at most of the things you read. You quickly shut the phone off and put it on top of the fridge, far away from Charlie’s grasp.

“Why, (Y/N)?” Charlie asked suddenly.

“I don’t know Char. People are beyond cruel and always like to take their anger and pettiness out on someone else. But its all bull and none of that is true. So don’t for one second believe any of -,” Your angry rant was cut off by Charlie’s voice.

“I meant why are you with me?” His head dropped to his chest.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you came to stand in front of him. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and wrapped your arms around him. He returned the motion, wrapping his arms around your hips and burrowing his head into your stomach.

“I can’t play hockey well,” he spat out bitterly. “I can’t even get my team to finals.”

“You think I care about that?”

“No, but you should care about how I look,” his voice was small and you despised it. You wanted to do something, anything, that would make your boyfriend feel better. “I don’t even look like a typical hockey player. I’m not super buff, I don’t have abs.”

“Charlie, look at me,” you forced him to look you in the eyes. “I don’t care what you look like. That’s not why I love you. I love you because of who you are as a person. I love you because you always try your best. Because you’re always there for your team, no matter what they need. Because you have the biggest heart in the world Charlie Mcavoy and you love and give of yourself constantly. I don’t care if you lost a game or if you gained 200 pounds. I love you because of who you are and nothing, hear me, nothing, will ever change that.” 

Charlie’s eyes searched yours for any sign of you lying or joking, but he knew you well enough to know that you were absolutely serious. He stood up from the chair and wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing you to his chest.

“I’m sorry I’ve been like the worst boyfriend in the world the past few days.”

“As long as you’re talking to me now,” you pulled back enough to see his face. “I really, really love you Mcavoy.”

“I love you so much more,” he whispered before he kissed you. 

muse: test. damien hanson, ceo ( he’s also in some shady af shit which plays into this starter ), 30 years old, joseph morgan fc.
open to: females
suggested connections: step/sister or daughter, close friend….pretty much anything that fits.

“ do you have any clue as to what you put me through tonight ? ” he said, closing the front door behind her. he took his jacket off, throwing his keys into a bowl on a table near the door. “ i sent you twenty texts, called you seventeen times — you know how dangerous it is, for you or anyone connected to me to be out there alone at night ? i have enemies, and they will not hesitate to kill you if they get the chance !

tulpamom  asked:

Karsten: 4, 16, 21, 50

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents?

He had a good relationship with his parents. He grew up in the 50′s where families had a facade of perfection while being snippy at each other behind closed doors. His father only married once. They used to travel a lot, so that was a good memory. A bad memory was his mom always being ill. She used to smoke a lot and died of a “rare disease”.

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? 

He’s an old man of course he collects all kinds of crap. His house is covered in curio cabinets full of statuettes, medical oddities and antique surgical equipment. His favorite thing to have in sets is children’s skulls with all those extra teeth growing in.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

It takes a lot to make him lose his temper. He’s the kind of person who burns quietly when they’re angry, he never yells but he can say it all with one look. He seems always collected and in control.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials?

He probably already has a bag prepared in case he needs to flee the country, lmao. In it would be a bathroom bag with the essentials, shaving stuff, toothbrush, deodorant, etc, 3 changes of clothes, important papers, passport, some cash, and so on.

Super detailed questions about your OCs
 

anonymous asked:

Could I get some SFW and NSFW headcanons for Indra, please? Thank you ! ^^

Sorry, don’t do NSFW stuff (PSA for all future requests, check the rules pls :) ) buut I’m more than happy to do some SFW headcanons for Indra. Dude needs some love :)

  • Indra is suuuper protective of his s/o. Don’t go near his s/o. Don’t look at them, either.
  • Takes his s/o with him wherever he travels.
  • He’s not really big on cuddling, but if his s/o really wants him to cuddle he’ll do it. He insists on being the big spoon though.
  • Definitely not openly affectionate with his s/o, but behind closed doors he’s more touchy-feely and kisses them a lot.
  • Indra definitely taught his s/o how to defend themselves in case he’s not there to protect them, but he’s usually around if there’s danger to be found.

i listen to the cure and i almost cry because this loneliness hurts me physically. what can i do about it? i’ve tried to kiss someone else in the parking lot, but then i closed his car door behind me and never heard of him again. never wanting to hear from him again.
the point is that i try to replace love with something that’s not love.

A superhero chases a villain into a dark warehouse, only to have the doors close behind them. When the lights come on, the hero is surrounded by the full rogues gallery of supervillains. But this isn’t an ambush… It’s an intervention.

ominous advice for the signs

aries : do not forget to close the doors behind you. things you may not recognize will creep and follow.

taurus : look away from the trees sometimes. they don’t always want to be known.

gemini : a vague feeling of impending doom is normal, but if it’s still there when you turn on the light then hide and lie in wait.

cancer : try to capture the ghosts that float around you. with cameras or your hands or even mirrors if you’re lucky.

leo : rest easy, there will be no wars for you tonight. but watch the crows and listen to their call. yes, they will be talking to you.

virgo : if there’s someone else in your mind, let them talk sometimes. you don’t know yourself as well as you think you do.

libra : sometimes secrets are good things. a burning heart or a pile of bones are not good secrets.

scorpio : you’ll find lots of light switches. not all of them should be turned on.

sagittarius : wrap yourself up in blankets and give the ocean an inch. the caves you’re exploring will still be there when you’re done.

capricorn : do not ever cover your eyes. if you look away, the stars will know, and they will not be able to help you.

aquarius : fold your hands to the sun and listen. find the beautiful thing in closed curtains and sprinkled light shining from a place you cannot see.

pisces : a mirror is not a gateway, so stay awake: old gods are still gods even when they’re silent.

friendly reminder that I’m going to call my boyfriend daddy all I want and still hate pedophiles with a passion.

friendly reminder that two consenting people that are of-age can do whatever they want behind closed doors, or on the internet, and your view on what they’re doing doesn’t matter.

friendly reminder that people who participate in cgl relationships usually do not support pedophilia in any way.

friendly reminder that healthy kink-fueled relationships usually are based on love, mutual trust and a set of rules, safewords and limits which are there to protect both parties.

friendly reminder that the sub is in control.

friendly reminder that no one has the right to shame you or your kinks as long as they aren’t maliciously harming anyone

friendly reminder that you aren’t the boss of anyone.

i dont hate the straights im like totally an ally im not some, haha, you know, im not like a, a heterophobe haha, i just like dont want to see it you know?

like what you do behind closed doors is your business yeah?

but like if im completely honest with you the thing is that i- i just cant stand it when those straights like just start touching swords and knives stuff.

like, cant they just keep to their straight stuff like talking about how much they hate each other or whatever it is straight people do all the time

i mean im not heterophobic or anything last week i went out (not in a straight way we were just out shopping haha ha ha. totally support the lifestyle im just not straight you know) with my straight friend and i bought a ‘i 💕 straight rights’ im wearing it now its just

why are they trying to be gay like that, everyone knows hets can’t use swords

A tarot spread to begin looking into one of your past lives. This is just to start you off, it is not going to be extremely detailed.

1. Start of Life: your childhood of this past life, the early years, how you acted and what you experienced

2. Teenage Life: how you behaved in your teenage years and what you experienced

3. Young Adult Life: How you acted as a young adult and how you began your entry into adulthood

4. Adult Life: How did you act? Possibly may tell you about your family and career.

5. Late Life: What was the last years of your life like? Possibly may tell you what lead to your passing.

6. How people saw you: how did people around you perceive you? How did you carry yourself in public?

7. Your inner self: what was your true self? who were you behind close doors?

8. Your purpose: what was your purpose during this life? Did you achieve it?

9. Soul Mate: did you encounter one of your soul mates in this life? Who were they to you? A lover? A friend? A family member?

10. How does this life affect you now? What has carried over from this past life to your current one? Did an experience from this life cause you to behave a certain way now? Has it affected your views?