#thomas brodie

[cielo-y-estrellas-posts]

"confío en usted pero no en lo que no puedo ver y disocio de la realidad”

[bellzsad]

missing the iconic duo of dylan obrien and thomas brodie-sangster a lot right now holy shit

[follow-my-literature]

Thomas in The Artful Dodger. ♡♡♡♡♡

[reneeluv154]

It’s wrong

Hope you enjoy!! 🤍🤍🤍

In this imagine Benny is your moms boyfriend but you guys end up having a thing for each other and it gets spicy.

⚠️This is a smut imagine about Benny watts!⚠️

I knew it was wrong. It was wrong to look at him with ‘those’ eyes and watch him when he wasn’t looking or think about him while touching myself but I just couldn’t help it. I was in love with my mother’s boyfriend. No, I didn't call him dad nor did I see him as a dad. I knew my mother didn’t love him, she just wanted sex. I wanted that too but also so much more.

I wanted to cuddle up in his lap and watch TV or sit with him while he played chess. I wanted to feel his arms wrapped tightly around me when I lay down for a nap or for the night. I also wanted more intimate things with him. I wanted to ride him while he told me how good I was, suck him off when I was bored, I wanted to feel his bulging cock inside my tight pussy.

“Your mother never taught you that staring is rude?” I was snapped out of my devious thoughts by none other than Benny’s smooth voice. I had been staring at him for god knows how long. How embarrassing. “I apologize.” I quietly took a small sip of the peppermint tea I had made myself earlier. “That’s alright, every girl daydreams at some point yeah?” He looked up from his chess board giving me a small wink.

I furrowed my eyebrows, What was he getting at? “I guess so…” He kept eye contact with me while placing his elbows on the table connecting his hands and resting his chin on top of both.

“You're a dirty girl, you know that?”

“I’m sorry?” I was nervous, very nervous.

“Oh come on Y/n,” he stood from the table pouring himself another coffee and leaning on the kitchen counter.

“You think I don’t hear you getting off every night?” I tried to hide my blush as best I could.

“I don’t get off every night.” I scoffed.

“Oh come on-“

“I get off every other night most of the time,” I smirked, walking over to stand beside him, and putting my empty cup in the sink. “Why? Does it make you hard?” I asked, caressing his belt. “Have you ever been touched by a man Y/n?” He whispered, reaching out, placing his hand firmly on the side of my neck, caressing my cheek. I shook my head, “Why do you suppose that is?” I asked while maintaining eye contact. “Probably that nasty mouth.” He grunted letting go of me and walking away back to the table.

“You love my nasty mouth.” I teased walking over and inviting myself to sit on his knee. “Mmm, I never said I didn’t.” It didn’t take long before I got bored of the silence, I could feel how wet I was, straddling his knee, and I couldn’t help but grind slowly back and forth. “You're really sitting here grinding on your mother’s boyfriend’s leg.”

“Mhm.” I moaned, His hand began guiding me back and forth making me even wetter. “Such a desperate, naughty girl.” He whispered in my ear, taking his other hand and gently grazing my pussy under my skirt. I threw my head back against his shoulder, a moaning mess.

“You wouldn’t last five minutes under me.” I needed him so badly grabbing his hand and keeping it down by my heat even if he wouldn’t touch it. I started grinding faster trying desperately to reach my orgasm when he picked me up off his knee carrying me to his bedroom. I whined as he laid me down on the bed slapping my hand away from touching myself while hovering over top of me. “You want this, do you?” I nodded fast. “I need your word baby.” He kissed down my neck to my collarbone.

“Yes.” I gasped as he sucked a small hickey onto my collarbone. “Your mother can’t know about this.” He looked me in the eyes when he said this. “I know, I won’t say a word. I promise.” He nodded, beginning to kiss me. He was rough and passionate, he wanted this just as much as I did. I started to unbutton his silk green shirt but he slapped my hands instead ripping my shirt and my skirt straight off of me, leaving me in nothing but my black lace panties. “Baby doll didn't even wear a bra today did she?”

I shook my head and watched his smirk as he began sucking and biting on my nipples and groping my breasts. “Ugh!” I squealed as he bit down hard causing my back to arch. I grabbed his hair pulling and tugging hard, causing him to moan slightly against my nipple. “Fuck, these are a lot better than your mom's.”

I giggled watching him smile as he. looked at me, taking his shirt and pants off. “You ready?” I nodded “Please.” He shook his head. “You don’t have to beg, baby.” He took off my panties, spreading my legs to try and get a better view. “Holy shit, you're gorgeous.” He moaned before positioning himself between my legs. “You want me to go slow?” He asked. I nodded, admittedly a little intimidated by the large veiny cock he had just pulled out of his boxers.

“Alright.” He nodded carefully, placing himself at my entrance. When he first started pushing inside, nothing hurt but that soon changed, a tear rolled down my cheek and I tightly closed my eyes. “Shhh it’s okay we just have a little bit left, you're doing so good.” I had never seen this sweet side of Benny, I liked it. I felt one large thrust making me scream and tighten around him. “Fuck, baby! I'm not gonna last long if you continue that.” His dick felt better than I had ever imagined against my soft tight walls.

He slowly started pumping in and out but that soon was replaced with hard fast thrusts leaving us both a moaning mess. The heels of my feet digging into his back as I had wrapped them around him giving him a deeper angle and my nails in his strong broad shoulders.

“Agh Benny, faster.”

“I’m trying, baby.” He brought his hand down to play with my clit. That was all I needed, I squealed, squirting on his cock, “Shit Y/n, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He gasped thrusting faster than I could handle before getting sloppy and quickly pulling out to cum on my stomach.

I now lay in Benny’s arms while he played with my hair, both of us naked and gasping for air, wrapped up in his sheets. “I think I might leave your mom for you.” He smiled, I giggled turning to face him. “I honestly wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He made a how could you face. I buried my head into his peck while we both laughed, he held me a little tighter and kissed me on the head.

“Get some rest, sugar.”

“I love you.” I whispered into his chest.

“I love you more.” He whispered in my ear giving it a small kiss.

[4lxcxrd20]

Thomas Brodie 💕

[ilcovodelbikersgrunf]

Nel 1880, Frank Griffin, capo di una banda criminale, dà la caccia all'ex protetto Roy Goode. L'inseguimento lo porta a La Belle, in New Mexico, una città abitata, dopo un disastro minerario, quasi interamente da donne.

[thatonekimgirl]

If you even feel half the way I do about you… I don't. You don't? I feel it ten times more.

[madartz15]

This scene fucking killed me. Jack keeping his fingers on Belle's pulse all night just to make sure she was still alive is such a romantic yet sad little detail. Man probably didn't get an ounce of sleep that night. 😭

[sluttyhenley]

2x08 | Untapped Potential THE ARTFUL DODGER

[fiction-justanotherstateofmind]

If I had a nickel for every time Dylan O'Brian ends up in a ship where:

1) the love interest slams him against the walls

2) the love interest chases him when Dylan's character runs into danger

3) he holds up his love interest and helps him escape from danger

4) he ends up with the love interest hurt and with black veins from of a not natural "poison"

5) he and the other actor go along with the idea of the ship

6) the ship is not officially canon but still it's the most famous ship of the show (despite his being in a canon straight relationship)

I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

[bellzsad]

my roman empire is what would’ve happened if dylan obrien and thomas brodie-sangster had actually kissed in that one blooper

[follow-my-literature]

A Palace Full of Cranks - Newt x Reader

— Back to Summary

Chapter One: SHORT GOODBYE'S

NEWT'S POV:

— I had felt a lot of pain in my life, both inside and out, but I believed that very moment, watching Tommy and the others leave me for the last time, was my rock bottom. A part of me desperately wanted to accept the reckless whims of love and friendship. To run off the Berg and join my friends in their quest to find Hans, get their implants removed, and accept whatever came next.

But I'd made up my mind, as fragile as it might be. If ever in my life I could do one thing right, the thing that was unselfish and full of good, this was it. I'd spare the people of Denver my disease, and I'd spare his friends the agony of watching him succumb to it.

My disease. The Flare.

I hated it. I hated the people trying to find a cure. I hated that I'm not immune, and I hated that my best friends were. All of it conflicted, battled, and raged inside me.

I know that I'm slowly going insane, a fate rarely escaped when it came to the virus. It had come to a point where I didn’t know if I could trust myself, both my thoughts and feelings.

Such an awful circumstance could drive a person mad if they weren’t already well on their way to that lonely destination. But while I knew that I still had an ounce of sense, I needed to act. I needed to move before all those heavy thoughts ended me even sooner than the Flare.

I can do this, he thought. For them.

I got to my feet and ran to the bunk I'd used on the flight from Alaska. Throwing what little possessions I owned into a backpack. Including water, food, a knife I'd stolen from Thomas to remember him, and a launcher from Jorge. Then I grabbed the most essential item—a journal and pen I'd found in one of the random cabinets on the Berg.

My breath came in short, stuttered gasps. My chest hurt with the pain of it. My thoughts turned cloudy as my breathing nearly stopped in choaked sobs. I have a plan, don't I? Several plans, depending on the contingencies. But each plan had the same ending—it was how I got there. I will last as long as I write what I need in that journal. Something about that simple, empty little book waiting to be filled.

It gave me a purpose, a spark, a winding course to ensure the last days of my life had reason and meaning. A mark left on the world. I will write all the sanity I can muster out of my head before it is taken over by its opposite. Wiping my eyes and grounding myself before the anxiety attack could take over my body.

The only item left to settle now was how to leave it with Thomas and the others. Maybe give them a little closure. I decide that my journal will survive if it weighs less by one page. I tear out a page and take a deep breath. Pen almost to paper when I stall as if I'd had the perfect thing to say, but it floated out of my mind like vanished smoke. Sighing, I itched with irritation. I am anxious to get out of the Berg and walk away—limp or no—before something changes, so I refocus my emotions. Scribbling down the first thing that pops into my head, I leave the note for the others.

"They got inside somehow. They’re taking me to live with the other Cranks.Its for the best. Thanks for being my friends.Goodbye."

I put the notebook down as tears blur my vision. Was it short and curt enough to prevent them from coming after me? To get it through their thick skulls that there was no hope for me and that I'd only get in the way? That I didn’t want them to watch me turn into a mad, raving, animalistic human? To give my friends the best shot they had at succeeding, it would be with one less obstacle.

Doesn't matter. Doesn't matter at all. I am going one way or another. I scrawl out the rest of what my mind can put together and hope that will be enough for them.

"Even as the darkness whispers across my mind, beckoning with smoky tendrils of blackness and rot, even as I breathe in the stench of a dying world, even as the blood within my veins turns purple and hot, I feel the peace of a certain knowledge. I have had friends, and they have had me. And that is the thing. That is the only thing."

Steeling myself one more moment to panic I stuff the notebook into my bag, double-checking I have all the supplies I need. With a deep breath, I open the Berg doors and look out into the chaos. A mass of disorder, shaken up like dice and spilled across the land. But that wasn’t the scary part. The scary part was how normal everything felt....

— Excerpts from Crank Palace

[reneeluv154]

Dance pt2

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(To who asked for a pt2) Sorry that I posted so late today was crazy!!

I didn’t see Newt anywhere around me and decided to hide behind the kitchen, catching my breath but trying not to make so much noise. I peeked out from behind the building but Newt was nowhere to be seen. “Where could he be?” I whispered as quietly as possible. I thought maybe he gave up, but as soon as I was gonna walk away I felt two skinny but shockingly strong arms wrap tightly around my waist, picking me up and spinning me around. “Boo” was all he said, setting me down, as I giggled trying to find my balance from laughing so hard.

“How did I not hear you!” He shrugged, beginning to walk back from behind the building. “I have no idea.” He. Chuckled, The way he looked at me made me melt. He made me calm and I felt safe around him, like I could do anything or attempt anything and he would cheer me on the whole way through. We walked for a while longer in comfortable silence before stopping at my hut. Alby gave me my own since the boys would always try and watch me change. Newt was tired of trying to keep an eye on all of them. “Well, here we are.” He held a small smile on his face.

“Would you like to come in? I wanna talk some more.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a big hug.

“I really shouldn’t Y/n. You know guys aren’t supposed to be in your hut.” He said returning the hug.

“Untrustworthy guys, which last time I checked aren't you.” He cocked an eyebrow still holding me close.

“Who says that?”

“Me. Now come on, I wanna show you something. We can even keep the door open all the way if you would like?”

A small smirk emerged on his bright red lips. “As long as the door stays open.”

I smiled, dragging him in, leaving the door wide open as I promised. “You can sit on my bed, or in the chair. It’s whatever you're comfortable with.” I shrugged. He smiled widely sitting down in the small armchair Gally had made for me.

“Thank you, love.” I couldn’t help but blush when he called me that.

I grabbed a small box from under my bed and carried it over sitting on the floor, in front of him. “Look!” I opened the box revealing what I had been collecting. Cool rocks, butterfly wings, pieces of jewelry I had made, and dried flowers I had pressed in books.

“Did you really pluck a butterfly?” He laughed. “What no! I found them on the ground. I framed a beautiful white moth, wanna see?” He nodded. I grabbed the moth off of my nightstand, bringing it out and showing him. He grabbed the frame in one hand, having the box sitting on his left thigh. I noticed his other hand waiting for something to be placed in it. “I don’t have anything else.” I giggled.

“Your hand darling.” He never looked up from the nick-nacks as I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to sit on his right thigh. I blushed hard, thankful that he was too busy looking at my so-called treasure to notice. “What’s this?” He asked, holding a small white piece of paper. My eyes went wide realizing that was a letter to him. I wrote it a few months back telling him how much I appreciated him and loved him. “I’m not sure, probably just trash.” I tried grabbing it but he moved it away with a sly smirk on his face. “Your eyes say a lot, you know that?” I just shrugged. He laughed while opening the note and began to read it quietly. The whole time I sat there playing with his fingers out of worry.

I watched him close up the letter, turning to look at me. He took his finger and gently moved my chin to face him. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “Sorry? That was the sweetest thing I think I have ever read. Y/n, I would love to give us a chance.” A small smile spread across my face and I hugged him, burrowing my nose into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around me while I still sat there in his lap. This was the perfect night.

[lizzysbrain]

I swear to god this man comes back to get me at least once a year EVERY SINGLE YEAR I CONVINCE MYSELF HES NOT THAT CUTE BUT THEN IT HAPPENS AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND FUCKING AGAIN.

[alphinias]

"Sorry, is this alright?"

[c-sand]

oh no, hang on! what happened to the 'not judging' part? oh, who's judging? i'm not judging. but, you do need to know that it will not happen unless i'm married. ...well, that's not very likely then, is it? and why? am i not worthy of congress?

...the world will never allow us to marry, belle. you are the governors' daughter. you misjudge my family. my mother is your greatest supporter. she fought for you to get this job. she'll support me.