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I am the one voice in the cold wind, that whispers. And if you listen, you’ll hear me call across the sky

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Sweetie pie honey bun angel cake

Thomas Brodie-Sangster as Newt in MAZE RUNNER: THE DEATH CURE (2018)

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he (joan jett) captures levels of gender and dykery that make me rock hard and nauseous

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I’ve got a dick appointment at the cemetery

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"men always lie" yeah, lie on their back and hold their legs up and moan

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It's 3:37am, and I'm high on coke, and laying in bed in the dark with friends sleeping on my floor, headphones blasting music into my ears. I'm smoking cigarettes from between the sheets, drinking my favourite flavour of monster with matted hair, thinking "how did I get here?" Not in the physical sense, but in my life. It's weirdly comforting, the flavour of addiction, resorting to an old friend to release my pain, to rise above my emotions, even just for a moment, but I'm just waiting for the guilt to creep in. Here's to no longer being 3 months sober.

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YOU’RE OURS

THOMAS x NEWT x READER 

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, threesome.

A/N : It is set after Death Cure . Our Cutie Newt is alive !!!!! I can’t let him die in my story . And yeah it’s my first imagine in Tumblr.

You couldn’t help the hiss that escaped your lips as Thomas gently padded the cut on your shoulder with gauze.

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Like I know he’s sick and fucked in the head but I feel like he’d absolutely devour your body, pounding the life out of you, literally. Giving in to him cos you knew if you were gonna die anyway you wanted the last thing you ever did to be getting fucked by Newt. Your lips colliding, tasting his bitter venom, his hips bucking frantically, letting out ragged moans. Raking his nails across your skin, biting your neck and turning you. It’s obvious those thick black veins are gonna be..everywhere, making him feel bigger inside you. Primal and dirty and hot and dangerous and oohhh god I’m getting fucking carried away here

What’s a boy gotta do to get some crank!Newt smut ,,

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Literally crying

Newt! He deserved to get to the safe heaven. 

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What’s a boy gotta do to get some crank!Newt smut ,,

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do drugs jack off kill yourself then wake up in the morning and have a cup of cawfie n eat some cigarettes

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Massage ( Newt x reader smut)

Cw: handjobs, blowjobs

Author note: ahhhh I literally never post anything I write cos I’m always scared it’s not good enough by fuck it

You don’t know how you ended up with a bottle of baby oil but you did. It was in the scorch in one of the make shift medical camps, you happened to mention to Lola that you had to help your boyfriend with leg massages due to it not healing properly after it breaking, and she gave you the bottle saying it would make things a lot easier.

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“How’s your leg today sweetie?” You asked Newt, as you sat yourself next to him in the bedroom you guys had managed to find.

“It’s seen better days,” he said dejectedly

“Gally had us running on train tracks and I fell over like an idiot” he pulled up his trouser leg to reveal a big purple bruise on his calf.

“Oh babe, you’re not an idiot! It’s hard enough for you to walk let alone run on bloody train tracks” you hugged him and kissed his neck as you pulled away, him smiling softly.

“Do you want me to massage it for you?”

“Oh you absolute angel.” He grinned

“I found something that might help.” You showed him the bottle of baby oil and his eyebrows raised.

“I thought you were giving me a leg massage” he laughed

“I am!” You said, but getting other ideas.

“But, that could be fun…” you trailed off

“Yes, it would.” He said, voice dropping and his hips shifting on the floor.

“Ok boots and trousers off, and get on the bed.” You commanded, getting excited yourself.

You didn’t have to tell him twice, he was down to his boxers in a matter of seconds and on the mattress, eyeing you eagerly as you got up to lock the door.

As soon as the metal clicked you saw Newt swallow and his chest begin to rise and fall a little quicker.

You walked over to the bed and sat next to his bad leg, trying to ignore the growing excitement in his boxers.

You poured some of the oil on your hands and rubbed it between them, before tentatively working his leg. You started at his ankle, working your fingers firmly into the joints and tendons.

“Thanks so much love” he sighed head falling back as his muscles finally relaxed.

“You’re very welcome.” You chuckled.

Carefully avoiding the bruised area, you worked your way up to his thigh, hearing his breath hitch.

“Hmm, what do you want now?” You asked teasingly, an aching between your legs beginning. His lips parted and he let out a shakey breath

“You know what I want.” He said slowly and desperately. It had been so long since Newt had been able to relieve himself, being constantly surrounded by others even since leaving the glade. His cock was rock hard in his pants and he couldn’t think of anything else other than the throbbing ache it gave him.

You chuckled

“You’re hot when you’re desperate.” You said, peeling down his boxers, his cock slapping his abdomen with a heavy thud. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Newts cock so red, so ridiculously hard, and leaking.

He whined as his cock head made contact with his stomach, and shifted his hips, desperate for friction.

You picked up the bottle of baby oil and Newt looked at you, begging with his eyes.

He whimpered as, from a height, you drizzled the baby oil over his cock. You capped the bottle and threw it on the other side of the mattress.

You made direct eye contact with Newt as you wrapped your hand around his length, and he let out the most obscene, wanton moan you’d ever heard from him. You started pumping his cock slowly, and his eyes practically rolled back as you gently tugged his balls whilst working his bell end.

“Faster,” was all he could say, his eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back on the pillow

“Look at me.” You replied

He obeyed, his eyes opening narrowly as he continued whining and panting.

With no warning you jacked him off as fast as you could, and Newt near enough cried.

You felt his cock start pulsing and without thinking you slipped it into your mouth. Surprisingly Newt was quiet when he came, you stole a glance up at him with his cock still in your mouth to see him slack jawed, eyes clamped shut and hearing these adorable little short gasps as his hips twitched.

Once you were satisfied his orgasm was over, and you’d swallowed down all of his offering, you lay next to him as he continued panting and shaking a little.

“How’s your leg now?” You asked teasingly

“Brilliant.” He laughed

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So I was really drunk and h1gh and wrote this ridiculously pretentious thing about Thomas Brodie-Sangster full of spelling error and shit that doesn’t make sense but here it is lol