#tdc newt smut

[the-fiction-witch]

Night Newt

Media TMR Death Cure

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Across the church

Smut Partial & Full Nudity / Stripping / Masturbation / Risk of getting caught / Full sex / Riding/Silent sex / cumming inside

I sat on my small excuse for a bed still nursing my neck, often checking if the bleeding had yet to stop but there was always more on the tissue. I checked again and it was clean enough so I threw it away and started to fix my hair back to normal.

I heard footsteps across the old church floor and I saw it was Newt he came over and smiled 

"Hey I found a couple more blankets" he says offering me one 

"Ohh thanks, newt"

"No worries, try and get some sleep alright love" 

"I'll try" I nodded "Sleep tight newt"

He chuckled a moment "You too" 

He then headed away across the church to the small corner he had proclaimed as his own where his own excuse for a bed sat he threw his blanket on the bed with his other covers ran a hand through his hair and then slipped off the dark red shirt he had been wearing tossing it to a pile in the corner leaving him in his cargo trousers and his long sleeve white shirt now grey from the sweat, dust and dirt of all the time between its last wash and now. He rolled his sleeves up and grabbed his bottle from the side having to crane his head back far to get the last few drops inside it so much so I could watch his Adam's apple Bob as he swallowed before returning the bottle to the side of was then we locked eyes and I blushed to look away somewhat embarrassed I got caught looking at him, then again not sure why I had continued to look at him? It's Newt. I've seen him every day for as long as I can remember. He gave me a little wave and I waved back feeling the awkwardness of it all. I decided just to go to bed so I got up to swap my shirt over to sleep not thinking about much and turning away to swap my shirt to the one I used to sleep far too big for me of course almost reaching my knees meaning I was then covered to kick my trousers off and as I did I turned back and caught eyes with newt again this time he was watching me rather in depth so I kicked my trouser off and kinda glared at him he rubbed the back of his neck a little blushing where he got caught and he shrugged. I checked everyone else was still busy in the main part of the church and I headed across to the edge of his little area my hands behind my back as I spoke as quietly as I could

"Do you mind?" 

"What?" He asked as hushed as me

"Staring newt" 

"So? You started it" he smirked leaning closer so we could whisper without the threat of discovery "Don't stare at me I won't stare at you"

"Well… you can't blame a girl for looking newt"

"Then you can't blame a boy for looking, essentially when you flash that much skin" 

"Like you haven't seen it before in the glade"

"Doesn't mean I don't wanna see it"

"I thought you were tired?"

"I am. Now it's going to be even harder to get to sleep"

"Sure goodnight newt"

"Night love"

I headed back to my own bed even if I purposely tugged my shirt a little higher as I walked I climbed into my little bed wrapping the sheets around me he too climbed into his bed leaning in the wall to slyly smile at me I smirked and moved my hand back unclipping my bra and pulling it out from under my shirt tossing it with my other clothes all of which he watched and seemed very amused by, in response his hands slipped under his blankets he checked we were still completely alone and after some shuffling, he pulled his trousers from the blanket and threw them with his shirt giving me a sick smile. I smirked and tugged my shirt up enough that he could see my bare stomach he looked incredibly eager biting his lip hard and leant forward in his anticipation when he noticed I had stopped he got frustrated but tugged his blankets down and his shirt up enough to reveal his hips, his rather prominent v and lower stomach biting his bottom lip a little before he looked at me expectantly. I blushed hard but tugged my shirt up holding it tight to my body lifting it but keeping my hands tight to my chest protecting myself letting my shirt expose my underboob and little else but that was more than enough for him just the flash of skin was enough his hand moving under the blankets slowly. I dropped my shirt back and looked at him equally as expectantly he blushed a little but again glanced to check we were alone before both hands slipped under his blankets shifting a moment before finally a pair of red boxers exited the blankets and were hidden under his other clothes he leant back on his elbows and smirked at me shifting his hips he glances down suggestively before looking back at me.

I giggled a little moving my hands under to gently push of my panties tugging them off leaving me exposed under the blankets I made sure he caught a look at my panties as I took them from the covers and hid them under my clothes too, this almost caused him to groan clearly very over excited his hand now staying under the covers his eyes pleaded with me for more but I merely smirked slyly to him he didn't need to be told twice slipping his shirt off throwing it with the rest of his clothes leaving him naked but the blanket he stared longingly at my shirt before he smirked, for a moment I didn't know what to do but I felt such a rush knowing anyone could come around the corner any moment I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off me leaving me completely exposed to him it was only a couple seconds before I grabbed the blanket pulling it up to hide myself turning bring red, his mouth wide he almost actually moaned clearly very much enjoyed what he saw so much so I could see his hand moving under the blanket once I tucked the covers tight under my arms to protect me I smirked at him expectantly and he turned bright red his hand leaving the blankets sitting ontop of them a moment before he quickly pushed the covers down revealing his hard erection to me stood tall with precum dripping down from his head half way down his shaft prominent veins across it where he was clearly desperate and it has obviously been a while since he got any sort of attention but as quick as I did he returned the covers up to his waist blushing hard, unfortunately we now sat at a bit of a stale mate with nothing else to really reveal to each other but he smirked and look at at my blankets I shot him a questionable glance and he meerly smirked back expectantly I blushed hard but moved my legs wide and quickly pulled my blanket up to my wasit letting him see me for a good few seconds reveling in the thrill of it all before I quickly dropped it back down he looked as much as he could in that time his hand returning to himself under the covers inaudible mumbling but I could read his lips 

"Fuck" 

I stared back expectantly and he looked at me a little confused but I merely shrugged looking at his arm and that was enough for him to figure out what I wanted, he didn't hesitate to push the covers back to expose his cock again this time keeping his hand on his shaft I knew I didn't have long do I took on everything but gave him a sly smirk to which he smiled and stroked up and down the shaft a good four times staring at me as he did before quickly covering up again

I blushed and blew him a little kiss and he happily blew me one back before looking at me slyly I blushed hard checking the corner again before I tugged the covers up again letting him see me and gently rubbing my fingers across myself feeling the wetness there rubbing on my clit a little before covering up again, of course, he watched with delight his hand working fast under the covers but as soon as I covered up he looked so desperately frustrated he bit his lip glanced around and let out a long exhale before looking back at me with an intense look that softened into a smile, and he simply held his hand close to his chest and slowly curled his index finger towards himself suggestively a couple of times. 

I blushed but grabbed my shirt using it like a dress to conceal me as I left my bed and quietly scampered over to his little corner

"Yes, newt?"

"Get in here" he demanded quietly

"What if someone comes" 

"I don't care" he snapped grabbing my arm and pulling me into his bed with him so I laid ontop of him I immediately blushed but wrapped my legs around his hips as his arms wrapped around me making sure the blanket covered us both before pulling me into an intense lusty kiss, we did our best not to moan even if we both desperately wanted too as our hands explored one another seductively but we made sure we made as little noise as possible as to not attract attention even if the sounds of our lips locking seemed so loud to me at this point my shirt tucked up so much so we could press our bodies together, after a few minutes of our kisses he held my hips and gently rubbed his erection against me I smiled into the kiss and nodded, which was all he needed as we both gently shifted until I slipped down his erection luckily our kiss covering our groans as I reached the base we both pulled back gasping a little before we slowly began our movements making sure to be as slow and quiet as possible often having to stop, slow or eve cover our mouths to prevent Discovery but it got to the point neither of us cared if someone heard or if someone found out all we wanted was release moving fast and hard nuzzled up together as we both got closer and closer to the edge until after a few quick thrusts I hit my wall biting his neck as I did to keep my quiet slowing almost to a stop with only really his guiding and thrusts keeping us moving as I felt the rush of pleasure thought my body causing me to shake which in turn drove him utterly crazy holding me tightly not thrusting mercliclessly desperate for his own which quickly came burying himself deep inside me as he hit his own moaning at first but quickly putting his hand over his mouth as he buried his cum inside me as deep as he could we both collapsed in his blankets exaughsted peppering little kisses on each other till we had some strength back. He pulled out and I covered up and we shared a sweet kiss before I went back to my own bed just in time as the moment I got under my covers gally came around the corner to his own sleeping area not far from us almost in between them.

"Hu? Are you guys hot or something?' He asked given Newt was shirtless and swear covered and I too was pretty sweaty and still getting my breath back

"Yeah something like that" Newt smiled secretly grabbing his clothes and pulling them under his blankets to get them back on without being caught which I quickly did too "Well night" Gally says quickly getting under his covers

"Night gal" Newt nods 

"Night" I smiled "Night newt" I waved 

"Night y/n" he waves back. I secretly blew him a little kiss and he winked at me before we both actually got some sleep. 

[jellycolors]

𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

[themazerunnergroupforever]

Blurbs

Newt

Thomas

⇾ Saying “I love you.” For the first time

[subjecta7theleaderminho]

That's me

*picture not mine*

[books-broke-my-heart]

Thomas stop being a shank! Man up and just use Teresa to get into the building! ..............

NEWT! Shuck, my babies!!! They’re falling apart, nooo!

[cityofimagines]

“It’s You” - Gally x Reader (soulmate au)

Request: Can you do a gally soulmate thing? Where they have a specific mark on their body that only their soulmate has? Maybe they figure it out right away or maybe they dont until one almost dies. But once they figure it out they are that couple that's always together? Please? Thank you!

A/N: im a sucker for a good soulmate au omg my heart cannot handle the cuteness of this one :’) also i wrote this in 3rd person which is v different for me but i tried ?? hope you like it!!

Being a builder, getting hurt wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Gally. However, getting hurt as bad as he had just did was a rather uncommon occurrence. He and the new greenie had been fixing up the roof of the homestead for the past few days. Gally had explicitly told him to hold the ladder steady when he was on it, and everything had been fine. Until the shank got distracted by another glader and let go of the ladder, causing it to wobble and come crashing down along with Gally. 

A group of people ran over to help him up and make sure he was alright. The most prominent voice in the cluster of boys was Alby, yelling that he had to get to the Med-Jack hut immediately. Gally insisted that he was fine, and didn’t need medical attention, but Alby wasn’t going to let him run free just yet. 

They made their way to the Med-Jacks. 

“Hey Alby what’s-” (y/n), one of the Med-Jacks, began, but quickly stopped when she saw Gally. A blood stained shirt, dark eyes, and scratched up arms were the dead give away that this was not a normal case where she could bandage him up in five minutes and then send him on his way. 

Gally and (y/n) had always been friends. Gally had a soft spot for her since she first arrived in the box. There was something about her that was so mesmerizing; so inspiring. She made him want to be better. 

It was no secret that Gally had thought about (y/n) as more than just a friend. In a world where he knew he had a soulmate, he often imagined it was her. There was a small, black engraving of a bird on his skin that reminded him that his soulmate was out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered by him. 

“Do you mind if I take off your shirt? I need to make sure all your cuts are clean.” A sweet voice said, prying him out of his thoughts. 

“Y-yeah of course. Go ahead.” He replied. 

(y/n) slowly peeled the t shirt off of Gally and placed it down next to him on the cot he was sitting on. She took a warm cloth and gently began to clean the scrapes and gashes she saw. It wasn’t until she focused on a small cut on his upper back that she stopped. 

Gally noticed her abrupt change in disposition and heard her breath hitch in her throat. “Is everything okay (y/n)?” 

“Oh- oh my God...” She began. 

“What?!” He pried. 

“There’s no way...no you’re too good for me... this can’t be right...” (y/n) babbled on, still giving Gally no explanation. His wounds and her Med-Jack duties had now been pushed to the back of her mind. She was still too shocked to form a coherent sentence.

“(y/n) what’s going on?” He asked more sternly. The girl finally came to her senses after his firm question. 

“G-Gally...” She started. She made her way to the front of him. She turned her back towards him. “Lift up my shirt.” 

“What?”

“I said lift up my shirt.”

“Why?”

“Just do it!” She said. Her heart was pounding out of her chest, nervously awaiting his reaction. She knew how she felt, but she had no idea if he would feel the same. 

“Okay...” Gally said skeptically. She felt a draft of cold air hit her skin as he slowly moved her shirt up her back. Gally’s eyes took their time memorizing every inch of her skin; the placement of freckles and birthmarks and- 

It couldn’t be.

There was no way. 

(y/n)’s muscles tensed as she felt Gally’s calloused hands trace the small, black engraving of a bird that adorned the back of her right shoulder. It was the same one that was so beautifully placed on the back of Gally’s neck. His fingertips ran over the outline of it so many times she was sure he had it completely memorized. After a few more minutes he let go of her shirt. She turned around to face him. 

“It’s you.” Was all she said. It was all she had to say. 

Gally’s heart felt like it had swelled to the size of the Glade. He looked into her eyes and saw happy tears threatening to spill. 

“Sweetheart.” He breathed softly. (y/n) found her way into his arms. She practically melted into him. Everything felt so perfect and natural and right. At first it felt too good to be true, but now being here with him she knew that it was meant to be. 

Gally had intrigued (y/n) from the first day she had been in the Glade, and now she knew why. They were soulmates; only brought together by a small tattoo of a bird, but soulmates nonetheless. 

Gally felt like he could conquer the world with (y/n) wrapped so tightly in his embrace. And It was in this moment he realized that they would. They would be together forever, battling whatever life had to throw at them. Whatever obstacles they faced, they would always have each other. 

[tommyvelvet]

And this is how it starts... (Teaser) - Newtmas

Teaser     One     Two     Three

Series Summary: Newt is the person who, if he wants something, he gets it. Especially boys. He likes to have meaningless sex with no strings attached. It’s easier that way, without the feelings. So when Newt sees Thomas at a party, he wants him. And what he wants, he gets.

But what happens when Thomas seems to actually care for Newt and not just the sex? Will Newt let him in or break it off?

Warnings: Contains description of sexual content

Newt looks away and his eyes lands on Minho who is talking to a guy Newt has never seen before. The guy is tall with short dark hair. He is wearing jeans and an unzipped bomber jacket, and his face looks like it belongs to a Greek God.

The guy laughs at something Minho says and Newt thinks it is the prettiest thing he has ever seen. He wishes he could hear it but he is too far away and the sound is drowned out by the music.

Newt feels intrigued and amazed at the same time. Newt doesn’t know why he is feeling this way towards a complete stranger he has only just seen but, oh what Newt wouldn’t do to have him sweating and moaning underneath him. He can imagine how pretty he would look with Newt’s cock in his mou-

“Penny for your thoughts?” Brenda says and breaks him from his trance.

Newt smirks and glances at Brenda before looking back at the unknown boy. “Ever looked at a boy and wondered if he moans as pretty as he looks?”

A/N: Here is a little teaser for the first part of a little series I started. Hope you like it and look forward to reading more :)

(PS: I deleted the other one because no one reblogged or liked except one person (thank you) and it made me feel terrible and I didn´t feel like I wanted to post this series here anymore. Now, I just changed up my blog and I thought I would post again and not care if just one person likes it because at least one person enjoyed my writing.)

Taglist: @agirlwithpointlessideas @sidespidey @desir-ae

[popes-jj]

Headcanon for dating newt from the maze runner

Dating Newt In The Maze Would Include (Headcanon)

- You two being really close before the maze

- Him being sent to the maze first

- Which makes you feel alone as you wait to be sent there to

- Newt being the one that helps you out of the box

- You and him becoming very close not long after

- But the same with Minho

- Newt being crazy jealous of Minho

- Even though there’s nothing between you two

- But there is for Minho

- You and newt getting together after you kissed him on the cheek sweetly one night

- Now super jealous, yet supportive Minho

- Not too much but the right amount of PDA

- Only things like you two holding hands

- Or newt having his arm around your waist

- Alby disagreeing with the whole thing

- He ends up nearly always telling you to ‘tone it down’

- Gally agreeing with Alby

- You sleeping not far from Newt

- Newt being extremely protective of you

- Considering you’re in a maze with about 30 teenage boys

- Death glares at guys that even ever so slightly touch you

- Minho being an exception as you and him are so close

- You being super jealous of Teresa when she comes into the maze

- Mainly because you think Newt will fall for her…

-….Like all the other boys…

- …Just because of her looks

- Newt reassuring you, Though

- You both surviving the maze escape

(Not my gif - found on Google Images)

I’m going to do another one about dating in in the scorch soon :) (a continuation of this one) 

[tremendum]

tense • thomas (the maze runner)

(thomas (tmr) x fem reader smut)

requested: Hi! Can you write a tmr smut for Thomas X Fem!reader please? :) 

warnings: angry sex, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of brief violence (canon typical), arguing, idk this is fairly vanilla. unedited. 

[characters are aged up to around 20. takes place during tdc.]

3k words

♡

it was stuffy inside the room where you all sit, sprawled out around papers and the map, the air tense with nerves. for the last few hours you’ve been planning a way to get minho - or at least, you’ve been trying. 

“if gally’s right, the sewers should bring us to this side of the building - but we’ll still...” and then thomas trails off, lost in thought. 

“we’ll what, mate?” newt asks not unkindly from his seat next to you, everyone in the room eyeing thomas as he stares down at the city map in contemplation. all thomas does in response is shoot his hand up, gesturing for newt to be quiet. it takes you back, the rudeness of his gesture. clearly, the others are thrown off too. 

gally meets your gaze from the other side of the table and you hold his eyes, both sharing a look of apprehension. thomas is wound up tight; he’s been acting on edge, angry, and dismissive all day, and as much as you care about him and feel the same way about minho, he’s making it harder for you to actually save him. 

“thomas, if you want our help you have to tell us what you’re thinking.” you say, cutting through the awkward silence. gally and the others look to thomas and jorje looks like he's about to speak but then sinks back into his chair. 

you twiddle your knife's blade between your fingers as you wait for thomas's response.  

thomas sighs, not looking away from the map. “i’m trying to think.” thomas snaps, causing everyone to perk in shock, this time you meet frypan’s eyes as he shoots you a disturbed look. you know your face looks nearly the same as thomas adds, “but you're making that pretty hard right now.” 

“what the hell did i do?” you ask, louder than before. kicking, you bring your legs forwards and off the table in front of you to sit upright. “i’m trying to get minho back. it’s not our fault you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

"drop the attitude." thomas snaps, eyes looking fiercely at you. “it’s not helping.” you're stunned, mouth open as you watch him, waiting to see if he smiles. he doesn't.

you meet newt's eyes from across the table, and his expression nearly makes you laugh. frypan’s staring at the table intently with his mouth in a smirk, and gally’s shoulders are shaking subtly as if concealing a laugh. you’ve almost never seen thomas this kind of angry before - usually he was strong, level headed - and calm, but he’s clearly got something going on, and everyone’s noticed. his anger is new and uncomfortable, and it made you want to laugh to ease the awkwardness you feel. 

"what's your deal, thomas?" you ask, since nobody else seems to want to. gally huffs a laugh under his breath as he stretches his legs out, leaning back on his arms. thomas’s eyes bore into your own; even you almost laugh out of nerves but you know that'll probably make him even more frustrated.

"do any of you even care that minho’s at WICKED?" he snaps. your chest lights on fire at his words just as you see brenda roll her eyes and newt sigh, frypan shaking his head in frustration, and you’re sure it’s a reaction to the way you and thomas are bickering like children. you don’t care.

"thomas, shut the fuck up." you say sternly. the others shift in their seats, but you continue. “you act like most of us haven’t known him for twice longer than you. we get it, we need him back. we’re terrified for him. but its clear you have to let us all figure it together. you can’t figure it out on your own. i know you’re blinded by the need to see teresa and minho, but try to use your brain.” 

thomas shakes his head, "i didn't hear any of you saying that earlier." 

“because you dont give any of us any time to even speak!” you snap back, suddenly wedging your knife down into the edge of the table and standing. brenda and newt, the two sitting closest to you besides thomas, both jump at the action. 

“i’m open to suggestions. it just seems like i’m the only one who wants to get to WICKED.” 

“we all want to, thomas!” you nearly yell, wanting to pull your hair out. “you clearly just want to go see your girlfriend. this was never just about minho. we’re not stupid.” you say. thomas’s eyes flicker, something in his expression changing. everyone else is silent, watching in shock after your words. it struck a nerve; maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say.

“we need him.” thomas says, anger flickering in his voice as he takes a threatening step towards you, now face to face as you look up at him in anger. “she has nothing to do with it.” 

you roll your eyes, “sure.” thomas’s jaw clenches and you look away because holy hell, he is so hot - and that’s not what you should be thinking of right now. 

“why do you care, y/n?” thomas counters, his eyes alight with a challenge. he wants you to say the thing both of you have skirted around for months. but you won’t, not now. 

“because she’s a traitor! you’re so fucking s-“ you’re cut off when gally’s chair scrapes harshly against the floor. you both turn to look at him, suddenly remembering the five others in the room with you. 

“-okay, this is clearly not going anywhere.” gally says, getting up from his seat and rolling his eyes. “i’m going to eat.” 

newt, brenda and the others rise too, shooting you a variety of looks as you move away from where thomas and you heave at each other, so close that your chests nearly touch. 

newts stops before he leaves, pointing to thomas, “don’t hurt y/n.” he’s clearly annoyed. then he points to you, “and don’t hurt him.” he adds, before leaving and shutting the door. 

it’s silent for a few moments after you’re left alone with thomas. 

“listen, i don’t know what’s going on but clearly there’s an issue you have with me. so just spit it out so we can move on or suck it up and quit being immature.” thomas says, jaw clenched. 

you’re tired of him acting like you’re less than he is; suddenly a decision is made somewhere in your body before your brain can scream don’t beat up thomas. 

it’s a mere split second as your arm rises, about to make contact with thomas’s cheek before he catches your wrist in his grip and pulls you toward him slightly. and then you’re impossibly close. 

”don’t try that.” he says darkly, eyes caught on yours. his breath hits your lips and it makes you clench your thighs. your wrist still in his hand, you respond, “then don’t call me immature when you’re acting like this. we follow your orders when you act like a leader. so quit picking petty fights and let us help you. after dinner.” 

you can’t stop glancing at his lips. even as you spit the words at him, as frustrated as you are with the boy in front of you, you can’t get out of your head how attracted to him you are, and always have been - especially now that he’s angry. 

“be a leader?” he asks after a moment of silence that you barely register. you blink, bringing your eyes back up to his. he’s got a light smirk as he looks down at you, still close enough that your chests almost touch. 

you just nod. “it’s all you’re good for.” you joke, a lie falling easily from your lips simply to tip him over the edge. it works easily though, as thomas drops his head slightly and clashes your lips together. 

it's a kiss rougher than what you always imagined your first kiss with thomas would be; fueled by frustration and adrenaline and some desperate fire of attraction that’s been burning between you since he first came out of that box in the maze. 

he's suddenly spinning you in his arms and you stumble between his legs as he pushes your hips onto the table behind you so that you're sitting on it. you break apart slightly to stare at each other, as if shocked but still challenging, and then he's stepping between your legs. your hands are on his neck and they thread into his hair as you pull him back towards you, teeth clashing and noses bumping.  

when you bite his lower lip he hisses, his fingers slipping to squeeze your ass and pull you closer to his hips. you whimper slightly as you feel his hard length against your core and then he’s grinding against you. you're nearly shocked at how quickly this escalated; sure there'd been times in the maze where you thought maybe thomas felt the connection you felt with him, then during the trek across the scorch to find the right arm. there had been countless moments when you thought something may happen... but never did you think it'd be now, before you went in to save minho - or to die trying. 

suddenly he you’re moaning against his lips, desperation creeping through your body as he rolls his hips against yours deliciously. his shirt comes off in mere seconds and his lips make their way down your throat, biting down on your collarbone and making you suck in a breath. “god, tom, please. i need you now,” you moan into his ear, hands running over his bare skin, admiring his muscles and the freckles that litter his shoulders and stomach. he groans in response and the noise makes more heat pool in your pants.

your shirt’s pulled off of your torso and his lips are falling all over your skin as he palms himself before your hands move to undo his pants. he tugs your own off, causing you to jolt in pleasure when he thumbs your clit over your underwear. 

you’re so desperate and needy that as you pull his hard dick out of his boxers, you only get a few pumps in before he’s leaning over you, nudging your shoulder until you’re laid back against the table over the papers. looking over, you see your knife still sticks out of the table several feet from your face.

thomas pulls your underwear off and teases your soaking slit, running his length over your pussy. you whimper slightly, head falling back in stimulation, desire coursing through you.

 “hey." he gathers your attention quickly with his hand on your jaw, guiding you to look at him. "d’you really want this, y/n?” he asks, anger gone. you cup his jaw too, biting your lip. “yes, thomas, please.” you say honestly, mouth falling open with a gasp as he teases over your clit again with his cock. 

he suddenly pushes into you. you let out a loud moan, the feeling of his thickness stretching you and sliding deeper than expected. your toes curl and your head falls back as he pushes all the way in. 

despite your obvious pleasure, you mutter, “god - t-took you long enough.” 

thomas moans lowly, “shut up.” he mutters from right next to your ear as you adjust to his size. he waits for you, though, and you can tell he’s straining but he’s doing it for you. you almost want to punch him because of how surprisingly sweet that is, but then he opens his mouth again and the last thing you’d expected to hear from thomas falls from his lips. “that’s much better. good girl.” his smirk is cocky as he says it, as if he's actually proud that you followed his orders when he told you to be quiet. 

you can’t help the involuntary moan you let out at his words. 

you’re embarrassed at the effect his words have on you, but you keep your eyes on him as he pulls out just as slowly as he eased in, before pushing soundly back into you and coaxing a long, low moan from your lips. he moans quietly into your neck and your head dips back, your spine curving and eyes fluttering before snapping back to his.

he starts to thrust as you've adjusted to his size and you can feel him filling you up perfectly, the feeling euphoric. your toes curl in pleasure and you determine that his moan itself could push you over the edge right now. 

he builds a rhythm, your legs tightening around his waist as his lips catch yours in a searing kiss. "fuck, y/n," he hisses, his lip caught between his teeth in bliss. his hips moving against yours and his dick hitting your g-spot renders you almost speechless, your lips in an 'o' shape as you breathe shakily, pleasure coursing through your veins. “don’t stop.” you whisper, whining as your hands roam his chest and slide to his back, scraping and pulling him flush against your own chest. 

his hand rests at your hip, holding you and pulling you against him as he fucks you, the feeling of his filling you making your legs shake. you meet eyes again and he kisses you soundly, his hands roaming your body and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. 

you feel a familiar warm feeling in your abdomen after a couple deep thrusts and you moan out as he lifts one of your legs slightly to hit another angle, the sensation causing you to gasp. “f-fuck...” he mutters, eyes trailing over your whole body yet never shying from your face for more than a few moments. 

his thrusts are deep, rough, and yet somehow sensual as if he’s trying to convey thoughts or feelings through his actions, and the combination has you slamming your hand over your mouth to conceal your loud moans, eyes finding his as you remember that the others could still be near. he’s kissing your forehead as he moves his hips, thrusts getting sloppier. 

you let out a strangled gasp, unable to help it as pleasure courses through you and thomas grips your hips with each hand, thrusting even deeper into you, fitting into you completely.

you hit your high as he thrusts into you and you tilt your head back against the wall, your body shaking in pleasure as you clench around him. his lips are at the column of your throat, mouthing hotly and sucking in tender places as he continues to thrust through your high as you get increasingly sensitive.

“shit,” he mutters, one hand leaving your hips to palm your breasts, thumbing your nipples and pulling another gasp from you. your breaths are shaky as his hips start to stutter; you know you’re about to moan loudly so you slap a hand over your mouth, muffling the noise.

he immediately pulls your hand away and replaces it with his lips, tongue warm against yours as he keeps going, chasing his own high. he pulls back and you’re absolutely breathless, staring wide-eyed at him as he grabs your legs and pushes them up, hitting a new angle that has you shaking with pleasure. you’re a moaning mess, your head lulling to the side in pleasure and an expression full of pleasure creeping onto your face. 

 "you know, y-you look real pretty like this.“ he mutters through half-clenched teeth and his words are what push you over the edge, and you cum for a second time, legs shaking as you buck your lips weakly. you know that you're flushing from the genuine compliment, but your eyes are rolling back in pleasure as you ride your second high, pulling him close to you. 

"shit, y/n…” he says, his lips pressing against the crown of your head as he cums inside you, his hips stuttering as he rides his own high out, thrusting slowly but deeply. your legs are shaking still as he stills inside you, pressing another kiss to your hairline.

his thumb raises to pull your chin up and you see his blissed expression, full lips and lustful eyes. your fingers tingle at the look he gives you right before he kisses you. he pulls out of you slowly, careful not to hurt you and then grabs your shirt, gently handing it to you before tugging his pants up and stepping back. 

he hands you your underwear and pants and you dress in silence, his cheeks as hot as yours feel. but he steps closer once you've pulled on your pants and his hands soothe down your thighs. he kisses you softly - leaning to press a sweet kiss to your forehead as he pulls back - and you remember this is thomas. your thomas, the thomas who got everyone out of the maze, and then the scorch... the thomas you trust with your life.  “is- is now a good time to apologize?” he says quickly, looking bashful as he rubs his neck right next to the blossoming hickey you'd left.

you can't help the light laugh that slips from your lips, your hand rising to your chest as you tilt your head back. "it's okay, tom." you say, nodding with a gently smile. you shrug, "i get it, this...it's scary. we all want to save him. you know that." 

he nods, and you gently pull him closer by the material that covers his toned abdomen. his hands fall to your hips, thumbs rubbing gently. "i'm sorry." he says, eyes staring into yours genuinely. you nod, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. 

"let's eat. we need to fuel so we can finish these plans." you say, gesturing to the plans you're currently sitting on top of. the ones you were just laying on top of, naked.  thomas must've noticed your face because he chuckles as he looks at them, pulling you down from the table and on to your feet. "what they don't know won't hurt them, right?" he mutters. you laugh. 

and then you're pulling your knife out of the thick table, sending thomas a small guilty smile before following him out the door, following the smell of food. 

yeah, what they don't know won't kill them. 

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I posted 229 times in 2021

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#i'm working on a fic right now based off my maze runner headcanons post

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Maze Runner Things I Think About Daily

A/n: a mix of headcanons, theories and AUs

Warnings: mentions of suicide, mentions of addiction, mentions of injuries and scars, mentions of injured animals

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#4

How The Maze Runner Characters Would React if you Sat on Their Lap at a Bonfire

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#3

What The Maze Runner Characters are Like In Bed

Warning: Sexual references, sexual themes, no explicit smut

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#2

When You Tell the Maze Runner Characters You're Cold

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#1

When You Trip and Fall on The Maze Runner Character's Laps

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[the-fiction-witch]

No Girls?

Media The Maze Runner : Death Cure

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Smutty / Flirty

Concept A Glade with No Girls

Smut: Sexy Discussions / Sexual Language / Semi Nudity

I sat watching the ocean shift and change with each of its little waves, the ship to the side being worked on relentlessly by anyone with enough skill to do so. I sat repairing various clothes and tent flaps that had been dropped off to me a skill I'd always used and honestly enjoyed something about sitting down with a needle and some thread was so very calming indeed. But I wasn't alone I had newt beside me one of the group A boys who had gotten cosy with Vince I got along with most of them but newt especially we had a comfort with each other I suppose he had a day off from his usual work welding and cutting metal work on the ship a task Vince trained him in as his steady hand was well suited for it. But today he was resting his ankle up sitting with me as I worked. 

"Why didn't you try a big ladder?'

"We did. Couldn't build one big enough."

"What about like scaffolding?'

"Y/n I don't know how else to explain this to you the walls were too big to do that." 

"Did you try a big stick?" I asked and he glared at me "do like a pole vault" 

"Your really just not getting how big these walls are"

"No if it's a wall it can be scaled." 

"Okay so if you could get to the top then what?"

"Walk along the top."

"That doesn't connect. And moves every night"

"Fine. Still sounds dull"

"Says the girl who lived in a shopping centre with a bunch of cranks for two years"

"I wore stylish pre apocalypse fashion, ate so many fancy candies and slept on a whole bed of teddy bears. My life was awesome" 

"Sure sounds like it" he laughed

"So how many girls again?'

"One"

"Ooohh bet you boys fought over her. Or what she just one of those free love types who'd let all of you straight boys at her"

"No, she was only in the glade a week so"

"How long were you in there?'

"Three years"

"And you had one girl for a week?'

"Yeah'

"I'm surprised she got out the box without being drowned"

"...by what?" 

"A river of goo"

He glared at me again "we didn't all immediately jizz ourselves when we saw a girl"

"Really? Cause I think sixty boys in a large maze together for three years would be pretty hyped for a girl. Except the gay guys they probably didn't care all that much. Bisexuals hyped over threewaY possibilities. Asexuals wouldn't really care either" I explained

"I mean Thomas may have jizzed himself but that's because she's his girlfriend"

"Ohh. But you really spent three years with nothing but big smelly boys?"

"Yeah, and it wasn't that bad we had showers"

"Yeah I know what boys are like you showered once in a month if your lucky"

"...true." he sighed 

"Didn't you have buckets too?'

"Yeah for klunk" 

"Did you have laundry?'

'not really. Just brush it off if it gets dirt on it"

"Ugggh I get why the one girl lasted a week she probably couldn't stand the smell, sweaty smell unwashed teenage boys who don't wash their laundry and have shit buckets, all allowed to fester and go all sour"

"Okay now you say it… we probably were disgusting" 

"You shower more now right?"

"Every other day, I would everyday but the showers aren't that private…" 

"Awwww you shy newt?" I giggled

"Shy? Don't want people seeing my dick? Whatever you wanna call it" 

"But really no girls?"

"No girls."

"Awwww poor newtie spent all the formative teen time without anything to imagine" 

"I can imagine. I have an imagination"

"But you spent all that time without comparison. From when you where a tiny baby boy to now big strong boy" I smiled leaning on his shoulder 

"It wasn't that bad"

"What did you use to do? At night?"

"Sleep?"

"Newt, you were trapped in their from what 13 onwards. Your really going to try and tell me you didn't.. you know after lights out" 

"Did you?'

"Constantly I was bored. It helps me sleep"

"Do you… still?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Just… curious" he blushed "no, I uhh never really had time, or the privacy"

"Awwwwww poor newtie." I giggled hugging him tightly and immediately I noticed "hi"

"Hi"

"Be careful with that I only just repaired those pants newt" I warned him going back to my sewing as he turned bright red "newt?'

'yes?" 

"You ever seen boobs?"

"... How much boob?"

"How much have you seen?"

"I saw Teresa's in her shirt… and also a little down her shirt"

"Dirty boy"

"She was laying down it wasn't intentional!"

"That it?"

"That's it" 

"You ever touched a boob?"

"Nope"

"You ever seen ass?"

"I mean I've seen Minho. And fry. Infact most boys"

"I meant girls"

"No."

"Ever seen a? Lady area?"

"No,"

"... would you want to?" I asked 

He went bright red stuttering a lot barely able to make eye contact with me "I mean uhhh well I uhh I guess I uhh what I mean is uhh kinda"

I chuckled and finished my last few stitches throwing my finished work in the basket "you're sweet newt" I smiled moving to stand In Front of him and I lifted my shirt long enough for him to look before dropping it back down and giving his cheek a kiss even if he was basically frozen with his eyes wide in place "see you later" I laughed taking my basket and headed back to camp 

[jellycolors]

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[alice-is-in-wonderland]

OH SHIT--

I TOTALLY FORGOT TODAY WAS TODAY

ITS

TDC'S

ANNIVERSARY!!!!!

In celebration of The Death Cure coming out on this day last year: January 26th, 2018... I'm posting some of my favorite TDC/TST/TMR fanfics! (sorry that they're al newtmas, i cant help myself)

Remember --- all-time favorite Newtmas fic, seriously, if you read anything on this list, let it be this one, I cant tell you how good it is, just read it for yourself, pleeeeeeeease I promise it's top-notch quality!

You Are My Dark Paradise --- so sad, bring tissues

Remembrance --- some tw here, careful! But very sad

If You Must Die --- again, tissues are needed (this one actually has no newtmas... sorta)

Close Quarters --- hella fluff and some smut

Never Doubt My Love --- cute

Always Running Around --- brief bit of Newt's anxiety with comfort

I Just Need You --- cuddly fluff

Those Three Words --- oof, right in the feels

Time --- smut, hurt/comfort, and a little fluff all wrapped up into one

[books-broke-my-heart]

My baby 💔

[cityofimagines]

Dating Gally Would Include:

Request: Pls do a “dating Gally would include..” !! 🖤

A/N: gally seriously has the specialest place in my heart i could write about him (and will poulter honestly) like all day long omg. but i hope you guys like this one :)

Warnings: mentions of smut

so gally would be the person who got you out of the box originally

and he wouldn’t even think anything of you being a girl at first like he’d just be his normal stern self

but then

the moment he picked you up he would just get lost in your eyes

and this feeling of softness would just come over him completely and he would instantly get this feeling that he just wants to protect you

at the start of your relationship he wouldn’t really know how to express his feelings

he would get super jealous and like get in fights with anyone who practically looked in your direction

you were the one who helped him stop and got him to open up more

sneaking off to the deadheads during bonfires for some private time ;)

him trying to show off fighting with the new greenies to impress you

letting him rant to you about anything and everything

and you doing the same to him

but let’s be real under all the harshness gally is really just a giant teddy bear

sleeping in each other’s arms every night

him rubbing your back and playing with your hair to help you fall asleep

he’s so protective over you

pet names like “sweetheart” “angel” and “princess”

sooo much pda but no one dares complain about it because they know gally would knock them out shajhaahaha

if he’s angry you’ll just go over and kiss him to calm him down

he always has some physical contact with you if you’re together

he’s definitely a hand in the back pocket of your jeans typa guy

you guys would have a very healthy sex life

he would be all for like rough crazy sex but he also could slow it down and really make love to you

also

this boy loves your blowjobs

“fuck princess... you know how to make me feel so good” he’d say as he gently pulls your hair

“i need you on your knees” would also be a fairly common sentence

IM GETTING TOO CARRIED AWAY WOW ITS HOT IN HERE

you’re the only person he will let see him cry

so many hugs omg

YOU STEALING HIS HOODIE ALWAYSSS and being so torn because you love wearing it but you also love seeing him in it

he’d be wearing it one night at a bonfire and you would legit just climb in his lap and cuddle with him because he looks so soft

the sarcasm between you both is off the charts

so much love and softness because you make each other the happiest

okay moral of this story is that i need to write a lot more with gally OOF