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imjustagirlinthisworlddd · 4 months

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Hello:))) been reading ur newt hcs and absolutely adored them YOU WRITE HIM SO SWEET. But i was wondering if you would do newt cuddling hcs with a f!reader please? (I haven’t requested for you before so if this isn't the type of thing you do just delete this lol)

thanks<3

hello anon!! i'm happy you like those!! i think that newt is the type of person that treats their s/o gentle !! i hope you like this:))))

Newt who can't keep his hands to himself when you're both cuddling. Newt who would pull you into his chest with your back against him so he can kiss your neck. Newt who would put his arm around your waist just to touch you. Newt who would be crazy and rambles whenever he sees you wear his shirts to cuddle or sleep (and when you ask him why, he says "you look hot- i mean beautiful, wait i didn't mean it like your not hot, cause you are hot, i mean- your hot- wait that's not the point- but you look bloody amazing with my shirt"). Newt who can't sleep without you in his arms. Newt who would be very clingy and glued to you when both of you are alone (he's starved for your attention and affection). Newt who doesn't have a 'favourite cuddle position' but he loves it so much when you rest your head on his chest and just lay there. Newt who runs his fingers through your hair and leave a bunch of kisses all over your face whenever he gets the chance. Newt who sometimes wander his hands underneath your shirt (with consent of course) and he just trace circles all over your skin. Newt who sometimes would just lay in your arms tiredly because he’s exhaused from doing all work, helping around the glade, and having many meetings with Alby and the runners(he's a busy man). Newt who would smell a little more earthy when you guys are cuddling before shower. Newt who prefers to cuddle after shower because he thinks you'll like him more if he smells 'sweet like a candy' when you're both cuddling (he used your soap and shampoo because he said it made him "smell like sweets and vanilla" lol ). Newt who would sleep with you with hardly any space between each other. Newt who loves it when you bury your face in his neck and when you play with his hair. Newt who will always pull you back onto the bed and back into his arms if you try to leave or stop cuddling. ("Newt we have to get up! Alby will be mad at us-" "2 more minutes, please love? i'm sure Alby will be fine without me" "Newt, you said that 20 minutes ago."). Newt who doesn't mind being a big spoon or the little spoon when you're both cuddling. Newt who likes it when his arms are securely around your waist & his face in your hair when he's being the big spoon. Newt's arms will be the place you wake up every morning. Newt who would ask if he can play with your hair every time you're both cuddling (he wants to make sure you're giving him consent even tho you've reassured him that he doesn't need to ask that). Newt who would randomly compliment you when your almost asleep ("your so beautiful. like really bloody beautiful, love"). Newt who would sometimes talk in his sleeps because he gets nightmares when he's cuddling you ("please stay, please. don't go. stay with me." "i'm not going anywhere love"). Newt who would easily get sleepy when you run your hands through his hair. Newt who would fall asleep on top of you, then wakes up only to ask if you're okay, if he made you uncomfortable, and why didn’t you wake him up in his raspy sleepy voice. Newt who would have a staring contest with you and then make stupid faces so you laugh and he wins the contest (later on he tease you about it). Newt who would stay up with you and just have deep conversations as you both cuddle when you can't sleep ("why do people has to lose the person they love first, to realize they're bloody value and worth? doesn't make sense, what do you think?").

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY MAKING THIS, IT TURNED OUT SO LONGGGG. I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TOO LONG FOR YOU

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semicolonsspace · 4 months

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Him (your favorite) (Stiles//Dylan O'Brien)

No use of names. Just pet names and Y/n.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Roleplay, unprotected sex, edging, begging, praise kink, degradation kink, Bondage (use of handcuffs), breeding kink, stretch kink(?), mommy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace.

"Honey, I'm home," he yells as he shuts the door. He would always do this, he would always say it's 'hilarious'. Y/n found it humorous so soon after they made it a thing she started doing it as well. But except she put her spin onto it, talking like a 1940s housewife that just got back running errands.

Y/n rounds the corner to the front door. She was wearing his favorite, his T-shirt and shorts— or at least he thought she was wearing some; She wasn't. She was doing errands around the house in his shirt—Which mostly consisted of organizing the new room they had just renovated— more like Y/n renovated because she wanted it to be perfect!

"Hello, dear," she says in her housewife's voice. He laughs at her and pulls her in by the hips to kiss her. His hands snaked under the shirt she wore and slapped her ass when he realized she was only wearing underwear and his shirt. "You tryna kill me today?" He asks in a guttural groan. Her forehead rested on his as she smiled lovingly at her boyfriend of two wonderful years. "Not currently."

He gave her a playful shrewd look. "I think I'm already dead, then," he hums suggestively as he pulls hair out of her face, then resting his hand to cup it. His soft touch sent a chill down her spine as she stared up at him with lust that was masked by playfulness. "Oh, yeah?" She starts as she bats her eyelashes. "Well, I guess I might have to resurrect you."

He looked intrigued by her choice of words, choosing a decision for himself he indulged her humorous antics. "How so?"

"By laying you on my sacrificial altar bed and extracting your life force fluids," she jokingly purrs at him. That seemed good enough for him because he slung her body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As he walked he shreaded his layers then threw her on their bed.

Y/n scolded him for being so careless, as she almost hit her head on the metal bed frame. She pulls him down, and pulls his shirt off effortlessly—as she had done it so many times before due to the numerous times of "catching up sex" they had due to his work. She pins his pale buffed arms to the mattress while speaking. "Now, baby. Don't you remember how I said 'I' have to extract some fluids?"

He looks up at her and smirks. He decided to indulge her roleplay and started improvising lines. "Please, don't hurt me— I'll be good— you said you needed fluids, take my spit anything but my blood!" He whined with feigning horror. But she knew he was aroused, she could feel it— feel his 7-inch cock pressing— begging to be drained by her— and if he was lucky he could have her cunt to grip her tight.

Y/n chuckles darkly, something he thought was too authentic to be in their present roleplay. "I never specified which fluid I needed, dummy."

His eyes widened when he 'realized' what she meant. "By all means, go ahead— just don't kill me— please—" he begged once more. Y/n plants a soft kiss on his pointed elf-like nose as if saying 'good.'

That led to having him cuffed to the bed for hours. Her hand wrapped around his cock— jerking it just to stop before he would release. She wanted him to explode when he did so. And she wanted it to be inside of her. She wanted to feel the familiarity of the thick warm liquid rife her up just for it to enter her cervix. She was on the pill, plus she had a few boxes of plan B she liked to keep a stack of.

"Mama! Please! Just let me cum! I'll be good!" He screams, fake tears streaming from his eyes. Some of them were genuine tears from how delicious the pleasure was.

"Will you be my little ingredient holder?" She tilted her head as she spoke, speaking in the most condescending tone she could muster. "I need lots of human sperm to make my potions, would you like that? For me to milk you dry every day?"

He lets out a guttural groan that she didn't think was part of the roleplay. This was purely him. He was enjoying every bit of this, lapping up all the attention his girlfriend gave her.

The last statement was proved by his hips thrusting into her hips in an attempt to chase his orgasm. She stops and rubs his stomach. "How many times was that? 6 times? 6 potential orgasms just for me to stop... That makes me powerful don't you think? To have the ability to stop you from doing something your body chases? It's okay though, you'll get it soon."

Then her cunt was hovering over his red cock that was tortured for the last 2 hours. He nodded eagerly as he babbled how much he needed her to finish him off— to give her the "ingredient" she needed. She sat on him, wincing at how big he was, Every time she had him in her at first she would always be shocked by how much he stretched her fluttering walls.

"Going to be the best ingredient ever— make the strongest potion," she praises, continuing their little roleplay. He didn't seem to be acting anymore due to the immense pleasure, mostly just him begging for mercy for her to finish him off finally.

"For fucks sake— please just ride me, mama— need it," he whines, actual tears falling down his face. He was ruined— disheveled. And she felt glorious; she had done that. She had made him feel so divine just for her to deny his unholy release six whole times.

Y/n clicks her tongue and slaps his chest slightly, before reaching back and squeezing his balls. By his reaction she knew it was painful from how much he groaned— a different type of groan— he needed that release and she was just toying with him— She had been toying with him this whole time. "Next time you won't finish. I may need the ingredient but I can always use other fluids," she warns darkly.

He seemed to get that she was still roleplaying and nodded, breathing a sorry that was soon sucked in as she started hopping on him, his dick curve hitting her spot every time she sheathed onto him.

Her hands rested on his pecs before finding his nipples and tugging on them harshly. "Pretty boy looks so good fucked out for me," she whispers into his ear, her one hand caressing his sweaty hair. "Only for you." His eyes flutter, his mouth staying open. She kissed him— now instead of hopping, she was rocking into him, which seemed more sensual to them as they moaned in sync, telling each other they loved each other, completely forgetting about the roleplay. Now it was just the couple of two years that have lived with each other for eleven months.

Y/n reaches for the cuffs and he shakes his head while begging a no. "Keep them on, please," he moans.

Her mouth forms a smile before opening from the pleasure. She gets an idea so they both have what they want. "Wanna feel you touch me," she says uncuffing one singular cuff. His hand immediately finds her hip while his hips thrust into her—seeming like he was trying to gain control.

"Fucking being a brat for not letting me cum, baby," he groans as he pinches her nipple. She smiles at him before kissing his neck. "Good," she whispers, before unlatching the other cuff. Then she was flipped on her stomach, her ass in the air, her face buried in the mattresses as he plunged his abused cock into her. "Oh, you feel so good—way better than your hand, that's for damn sure," he murmurs breathily. Y/n was clawing at the mattress, bratty almost pornographic moans being muffled into the light grey satin sheets.

She lifts her head finally, positioning her body to arch, her elbows propping her up as he continued to rail her pussy into oblivion. "Cum in me— wanna feel you-"

He cuts her off before she continues with a humorous moaning chuckle. "Trust me, I'm gonna fucking milk every fuckin' drop inside this pussy, gonna stuff it full so you can carry my baby," he growls, making his thrust harder to punch— not kiss— her cervix. She squeals as a sudden wave of intense pleasure knocks her out. Her vision faded black and he coaxed her, his thrust becoming sloppy before he stilled in her. He doubles over from the climax, whispering praises into her ear. "S'good, I love you so much, honey," was all she could make out.

She thought he was the one who was going to be exhausted but he kept going, his cock continuing to piston inside of her for round two. She was more than okay with it, letting him use her just how he wanted; he deserved it.

By the time he stuffs her brim full with a second orgasm, she is on her back. The cum oozed out of her cunt as he pestered wet-sloppy and open-mouth kisses all over her neck and chest. She was bound to have marks all over her in the morning. "Look at that, baby," he says as he plays with his release around the hole. He was still inside, his finger lapping up the release and stuffing it back into her.

"Fuck, don't do that, or we're doing a round three," y/n squeals. He smiles cheekily at her and stuffs his finger into her again.

His cock and his finger were both inside, stretching her to limits she never thought she would be able to with him. Then he starts thrusting slowly, his vacant hand holding her ankle in the air so he can have maximum access to his favorite toy.

"We need to get those ankle holders like hospitals have so I can fuck you better," he says between grunts. "Or a fuck machine so I can get payback."

At the mention of the machine, she screams, especially because he removes his finger and presses it onto her stomach. "Scream for me again, baby: tell the whole fuckin' neighborhood I'm breeding my little whore again."

And she did, she couldn't take his rough thrust with his hand pushing on her stomach, it made her tighter— sensitive. But she could not bring herself to stop such amazing pleasure.

His stamina never seemed to shock Y/n. It did at first, having to beg her to eat her out. She let him, barely saying no simply because it was a win-win. He would always say "I get pleasure from eating my girl out, I don't need anything else." Which she loved, it almost became a love language for him to do so. While she answer emails for her stay-at-home job—when he was home that is— he would rarely pass an opportunity to either 1: eat her out or two: fuck her while she worked— and trust the universe, he made sure she would take it while working whatever she did on her computer.

He soon got tired of the position and pulled her by her thighs, manhandling her and flipping her back on her stomach. Y/n pushed herself down the bed, her feet touching the ground in front of him. He pushed himself back in, his hands grabbing her hips so he could pull her back onto him repeatedly. His thrust was a little harder, exactly how she wanted right now, making loud pleasured moans to leave her lips— along with many praise for him for how good he made her feel.

She then pushes herself off, causing them both to stand, he gets the hint and pulls her close, grabbing by the throat to choke her. Her vision fades a bit, from the pleasure of his cock hitting her cervix and his slender hand stifling air from her throat. "I love you, honey. 'Missed you at work; 'Could only think of my beautiful girl all alone at home," he says between moans. "My good fucking girl," he growls as he moves her hair from her face just to return to her throat. His thrust never faltered either, his words, and admiration, all pushing her over the edge so hard she went limp. "Did I fuck you too dumb, baby? Awe, my poor baby." He then pushes her face back into the mattress, spreading her cheeks to gain better access to his cock moving into her pussy repeatedly. "Take me so well," he groans, massaging the fatty flesh of her rump.

Y/n was too far into subspace to talk. She could barely even comprehend his dirty words, plus the painful pleasure she had from overstimulation of her recent orgasm was going straight to her head.

He continues to fuck her, eventually picking her back up and carrying her to the bathroom—while fucking her. Her arms wrap around his shoulder lazily, his hands steadily gripping her ass to push her onto his cock repeatedly. He lays her down in the huge circle bathtub, turning the water on and continuing his work to chase his own orgasm. "Baby, fucking love you and your pussy, both of my girls make me so happy," he then doubles over, his face going for her neck, stifled whimpers escaping his mouth traveling from her neck to her ears.

Y/n holds him, her hands rubbing his back as he finishes for the third time inside of her. "I love you too, dear," she whispers. He whimpers causing her to chuckle. "Too sensitive?" She asks, feeling his dick twitch inside of her. He nods into her and she splashes water onto his body. "You wanna take a nap in the bathtub?"

He moves his face to look at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Honey, as much as I love being in your embrace, I don't want to risk you drowning."

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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Not A Word

Media The Maze runner Death Cure

Character Semi Crank Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Dark Smut

Concept Animalistic

Smut Semiconsentual/ biting/ bruising/ fullsex/ cum/ pantie stuffing/ pinning/

Warning for Semiconsensual/ Violence and for Crank Newt

I hurried across the camp water canteen in hand, hurrying into the little half fallen building I had made.my home over the last few months. I set my canteen on the side table and made my bed for the night that was coming in sharply. I slipped off my jacket and jeans, throwing them on my chair along with my troublesome bra. Before climbing along the blankets to try an attempt at sleep.

I tossed and turned for a good few hours by now darkness had engulfed the camp but I found myself unable to rest.

I heard a noise that frightened me half to death jumping up in my bed looking around my room.

Immediately I spotted a tall thin ghoul like figure stood at the end of my bed I went to scream but clicked on my light first to make sure I wasn't just seeing things.

"Oh… newt" I gasped as he stood before my bed in his brown cargo trousers and loose fitting half button brown shirt much like I had seen him earlier in the day. He stood staring at me from behind his blonde hair. "You frightened me. What is it?"

No answer came.

I could hear his sharp breaths but little else.

"You alright?" I asked as careful as I could sitting up more

I could see immediately where he was staring at my loose fitting shirt where my breasts hung loose without my bra. My nipples slightly poking through because of the cold. I took my grip on my blanket moving it up to my neck in attempt to avert his gaze but it was then I noticed his arm.

Hung at his side with the spider web of black veins crawling up his arm towards his chest

"Newt-" I began but before I could say another word his body jumped ontop of mine, pinning me down to the mattress, his knees on my legs, his arms on mine, how whole weight over me giving me no escape and even less resistance. I was about to scream but he captured my lips in a kiss, it was hungry, Intense. I'd never been kissed like this before he was kissing me as if his very life depended on it. When he pulled back I was able to see this deep anger burning behind his eyes, showing signs of infection with the same black veins thought the whites of his eyes. He ripped my blanket away leaving me exposed. He kissed down my neck, slipping down between my breasts and down my stomach. He found the waistband of my panties and pulled back leaving me utterly breathless. In a quick swoop he ripped them off me and bundled them in his hand stuffing them in my mouth leaving me unable to speak. Next he undid his trousers pulling them down enough to expose himself, he was hard, slightly throbbing he spat down on himself using his hand to rub his own saliva up and down his shaft before grabbing my legs pulling me down the bed and forcing himself inside me completely to his hilt with little concern for me luckily it didn't hurt or felt amazing he pulled almost out completely so only his very tip remained before again moving to be hilt deep inside me making me slightly squeal from the wave of pleasure it caused me. He leant down over me tugging the collar of my shirt down to expose my still hard breasts. He held my hips hard digging his nails and finger tips into my skin enough to cause bruises all the while pounding at this merciless pace leaving me with nothing but my screams and squeals of pleasure muffled by the cotton.

"Your mine love" he growled in my ear before leaving dark painful Hickis down my neck the only sound coming from him hormonal animalistic groans and grunts

I had to admit as frightening as this was that did make me melt a little as his merciless thrust continued, once finished leaving the Hickis on my neck he continued leaving them on my breasts and taking my nipple in his mouth sucking hard swirling his tounge around it making me squeal trying to arch my back but he simply tightened his grip on me forcing me to stay still. I almost teared as he bit my breast hard leaving his teeth marks around my nipple but he quickly pulled out leaving me with a feeling of utter emptiness.

But I glanced down and saw as he pulled out he seconds later finished the small jets of his cum sputtering out across my breasts, a large puddle ending up on my nipple and his teeth marks surrounding it.

He did his pants back up and kissed my clit only one tiny little kiss almost enough to make me cum, but he moved up kissing my stomach then over towards the nail marks now in my hip but he found the soft skin of my waist and bit me hard so hard I was almost convinced he drew blood but as he pulled back I saw he hadn't broken the skin even if I would no doubt have a scar.

"Not a word, love. About any of this. Or I'll gut you with my knife. We clear?"

I nodded unable to speak due to the panties Still being in my mouth

"Good girl" he Cooes getting up "be good. And i'll be back" he says before he left.

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lizzysbrain · 4 months

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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.

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wife-of-all-dilfs · 6 months

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could we get some gally headcannons please?👀

Whatever you want to write🩷

Thank you ❤️

gally in a relationship headcanons

masterlist

finally some gally love <3 idc what anyone says, his eyebrows are beautiful. NSFW BELOW.

the glade

enemies to lovers type shit. i'm talking y'all would go as far as avoiding meal times just to avoid seeing each other.

he'd always be staring at you—from across the glade, through the bonfire, literally all the time.

sooo many interactions would end with y'all being up in each other's faces and throwing petty insults.

you'd slap him if he says anything that borders on sexism. he eventually learns what's what.

'there's a thin line between love and hate'.

other gladers would get so annoyed by how much he talks about you. his favourite excuse: "she just pisses me off so much".

but there's no excuse for jerking off to the thought of you late at night.

honestly, he would probably realise he likes you when you scull his secret recipe drink in front of him.

he'd ignore his feelings until you're the only thing on his mind and it infuriates him so fucking much.

you would be arguing one time and then suddenly he kisses you. the kiss would be aggressive, heated, and most likely up against a tree or hut.

suprisingly, his confession after would be very vulnerable and tender.

everyone is confused the next day when you're practically glued to each other's sides

gally would be very protective and borderline possessive. he'd hate it whenever other guys stare or talk about you.

would probably end up in a fistfight over it.

he'd be a rough/passionate kisser.

he'd be very into thighs. his hands are big and calloused so he'd enjoy wrapping them around the plush of your thighs, kneading the soft warm skin in his hand.

despite his gruff and harsh demeanour, he would always hold/touch you with utmost delicateness, apart from heated moments.

guards you whenever you shower.

would break so many rules for you. reluctantly, of course.

y'all know the term 'sleeper build'? that's gally. he might not seem extremely muscly at first glance, but once he starts heavy-lifting and building, his arms are legit bulging.

your first time together wouldn't be too great, but once you practice more, it gets good. like, really good.

love love loves receiving but also thoroughly enjoys making you come and knowing only he can do it.

his favourite sex position would be holding you up against a wall. he likes feeling strong.

arguments would almost always end with him taking you into the forest and fucking you against a tree.

when he gets stung, he would probably fight through the changing to tell you he loves you one last time before getting speared. oop.

the last city

when y'all reunite, you'd both collapse to the floor in each other's arms kissing and crying which surprises you. the gally you knew was not a crier or favoured public affection.

gally changed a lot since you last saw him, emotionally and physically. he is taller, more muscular, and has a more level-headed and calmer attitude.

he'd be more emotionally available and willing to be open and vulnerable with you.

the first thing y'all do when you're alone is have sex. and he even fucks differently.

the better wording would be 'make love' instead of 'fuck'.

he is much more gentle and loving and focuses on your needs wayyy more than his own. he couldn't believe how aggressive he previously was with you, how selfish he was.

he would worship your body and show you how much you really mean to him.

you would make him leave his mask on one time while y'all fuck. its hot af.

would always be touching you—an arm wrapped around your waist, holding your hand, your thighs, etc.

the hugs, man. he'd literally pick you up and engulf you in his arms. all the time. this mf had a severe epiphany and realised his love language was touch.

would always be complimenting you. "you're beautiful, you know that?", "god, you're a fucking angel.", etc

wouldn't get mad if other guys talked to or stared at you anymore. he would probably joke about it with them instead.

well, maybe he would be a little aggressive.

"yeah, ha-ha, careful or i'll throw you to the cranks".

trusts you to be able to take care of yourself but is still a major worrier, especially during the war within the city.

after arriving at the safe haven, he would build a house for you. you would enjoy watching him because, well... muscles.

all in all, gally would be an extremely different man compared to the one you first met, making your love for him stronger than it had ever been.

#wife of all dilfs ✍️#gally #gally x reader #gally maze runner #gally x you #tmr gally #will poulter #gally tmr #the scorch trials #the maze runner #the death cure #gally smut #gally imagine #tmr newt #tmr thomas #newt tmr #thomas tmr

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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newt fucking you in his WCKD uniform. help?

the sleek, dark-gray jumpsuit with the WCKD emblem prominently displayed on his chest clung to his sweaty, sticky body. the uniform was designed to look utilitarian and functional, featuring numerous pockets and practical details. newt's tousled blond hair and rugged, yet youthful features, contrasted with the seriousness of his uniform. his intense blue eyes and added to his distinctive appearance. despite the uniform, his expression of lust and hunger reflected what he had really been feeling. the face mask was crucial, covering the lower part of his face, from his nose down to his chin. the black face mask added an air of mystery to newt's appearance, concealing part of his face and making him seem enigmatic.

“come on now, baby,” he murmured from his place between your thighs, tongue shooting out to drag through your pussy, his mask pulled over his head. the low and gentle vibrations of his deep voice send shockwaves of pleasure directly to your dripping hole, reverberating through your clit until you nearly began to cry. “thought you promised to be my good girl, huh?” he reached for the nearby vibrator that had been sitting on the bed in wait, bringing it into tact as you whimpered and attempted to shut your legs in retaliation. unfortunately for you, his lean frame kept them open, as did the threatening glare of warning that he shot you before turning the toy on.

the sound of the vibrations alone made you whine, a chill flying straight to your core as you began to breathe just a little quicker, eyes locked on the weapon in his grasp. you knew what was coming next, aware of the pain and the pleasure that awaited you fought against your orgasm. newt knew how to be cruel, but you didn't imagine him being as cruel as he was now, with an unbreakable desire to ruin you.

the moment the tip of the vibrator came in contact with your clit, you began to cry, already too sensitive from the sensation of his tongue inside you. even without the climax, your body felt spent. bruised and overstimulated. you didn’t think you could take much more. no trength to hold off the way he had demanded you to. “shh,” he cooed from between your legs, attention zeroed in on the movement of the toy. the way it circled the aching nerves, the way it pressed into them, deep into the bone. “you can take it, you’re okay.”

he was focused and merciless, digging the tip of the toy deep into your cunt before dragging it across your clit, using it to spread your lips open. the toy loses itself in your arousal, the material coated with your juices as he circled your fluttering hole with hunger. “you’re close, aren’t you, sweetie?” he purred, shifting closer, pressing a kiss to your clit.

when he pulled the toy away, you nearly cried, tears pooling in your eyes as you called out his name. the empty feeling lasted no more than a few seconds, not until he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling his mask back down his face and under his jawline, only to strip himself of his boxers instead. he was throbbing. long, hard, throbbing and leaking from the lack of contact. it was angry, with the leaky, red tip and unbearable pain searing through him. that pain didn't last much longer, not when he was pushing himself into you without a care in the world.

“newt,” you gasped, finding your fingers intertwining with his, clutching his hands with all your might as he forced your cunt open. “'s too much, newt.” you couldn't see his face, but you could practically feel, touch and hear the smirk on his lips. he fucked you open, in such a beautiful position, you nearly came all over him. he was hovering above you, grunts leaving his mouth as his hips rutted eagerly and desperately, as if he was trying to savor all of you at once. his hands were gripping your tits, fingers trailing down your waist before digging into the meat of your hips. he needed all of you, and he was determined to get it.

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fannyspammy · 1 year

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Third Row Back

Minho x Reader

Summary: Minho & y/n get freaky during a celebration (+ a little Newt x y/n tease)

Warnings: PWP, public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, daddy kink (cuz y’all know Minho would have one), exhibitionism/voyeurism

A/N: writing for minho made me miss my fav sassy glader so here is smt spicy with him. also y/n is a freak. that is it.

[not my gif]

It was dark apart from the warm glow of the bonfire, and even that illuminated only so much. By the third row of logs, you’d barely be visible— those sitting in the front row would get all the light. Which was perfect for what Minho had planned for y/n.

Y/n sat comfortably between his legs in that convenient third row, his arms wrapped tightly around her. His fingers played with the hem of her short skirt, one she’d made herself for occasions such as this.

Minho whispered against her neck, “I love this skirt on you. You should wear it more.”

Y/n laughed. “You want me to wear this around the Glade while you’re off running around the maze all day?”

“Okay, maybe not.” He planted a kiss on her neck. “You cold, babe?” Minho asked in her ear.

Before even hearing y/n��s response he reached into a bag he’d placed behind him, pulling out a large blanket. The blanket could easily fit three under it, so it wrapped around them no problem, a good portion of it dragging onto the ground.

The first round of Gally’s brew came around, and soon all the other Gladers were drunk. Soon everyone was inebriated, & wrestling matches began in the firelight. Minho saw his opportunity.

He placed wet, open kisses on y/n’s neck, and she threw her head back to give more access. Sucking on her sweet spot, he took both breasts into his hands and massaged them gently, playing with her nipples every so often.

Y/n bit her lip to stifle her moans. “Minho, everyone is around.”

“Don’t worry babe, it’s so dark you can barely see us back here, everyone is drunk & focused on what’s happening around the fire, & you’re fully covered by the blanket.” He bit down on her skin and sucked hard.

“You thought this through, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” he smirked against the bruise that was forming where he sucked her.

Minho slid his hands down her abdomen to her core. With one hand he parted her folds to give more access to her clit, and with the other he began to stroke slowly, softly touching the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Y/n’s breath hitched at the sensation, the feel of his touch amidst the party almost overwhelming her senses.

The boy slowly dragged his finger lower, dipping slightly into her entrance. Y/n felt his cock harden against her lower back as he felt how wet she already was for him.

“Turn to me,” he commanded.

Y/n obeyed, turning her head to meet his. He enveloped her in a passionate kiss, tongues wrestling for dominance. His fingers continued their work on her clit, rubbing firmly, and y/n moaned into the kiss, doing her best to keep her volume at a minimum.

There was a lot of noise around them, with all the shouts & hollers & conversations going on, so she wouldn’t have to be fully silent.

As Minho quickened the pace y/n instinctively opened her legs, hooking them behind his calves. As his access widened, Minho brought his other hand to her soaking entrance, sliding two fingers in with little resistance. Y/n arched her back as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting her g-spot.

“Mm, Minho,” she whispered, calling his name as loudly as she could without drawing attention.

Pumping in and out of her, y/n rolled her hips lightly against his hands, creating as much friction as she could with little movement.

Y/n laid her head back against his shoulder, panting through the pleasure. She watched the boys dancing by the fire, and the groups having conversations. The thought of any of them catching the graphic scene playing in the shadows at any moment excited her, and she rolled her hips harder.

Panting through light moans, she cried his name again. “Mm, Minho.. oh- yes, yes baby, yes.”

“You’re so fucking hot babe.” Minho added a third finger and rubbed her clit harder. From there it only took about five minutes before y/n came undone. She continued her faint moans as he pleasured her through her high, the blanket beginning to slide down her shoulders.

When she finished she pulled the blanket back up with a satisfied sigh. Minho brought his fingers to his lips and sucked the juice off of them, murmuring about how he loved her taste.

Then, the crowd stood up and gathered tighter around the fire, entranced by an intense wrestling match between the latest greenie & one of the other boys. Y/n saw an opportunity.

She quickly turned herself around so she was straddling Minho, keeping the blanket covering as much as she could. As she undid the button of his pants the boy raised his eyebrows. “What are you doing babe?”

“It’s your turn,” she said simply, freeing his hard cock from his underwear. “They’re all distracted right now. But if they catch us… then they can watch.” She smirked seductively, lowering herself onto his length.

Minho groaned in pleasure as he bottomed out, and y/n wasted no time. She rode him steadily, moaning louder this time, matching the volume of the crowd. Quickening her pace, Minho grabbed her ass to support her, helping her deepen her thrusts.

“Ooh, yes baby, just like that. You ride daddy’s dick so well,” he whispered into her ear, sticking his tongue in afterwards and exploring.

“Ooh M-Minho.. oh, yes.. I love how you feel inside me,” she increased her speed again, squeezing her walls against his length. “Oh, daddy, you feel so good! Mm, I love taking your big, fat cock in my tight pussy.”

Minho began to thrust his hips into her harder, keeping one hand on her lower back and the other on the log to steady himself. He panted his words.

“Yeah? You like that? You like taking daddy’s cock like a good girl?”

The blanket was at their waists now, barely covering where their bodies became one.

“Yes! Oh, yes, daddy, yes! Yes! Yes!”

Y/n came for the second time, and Minho followed shortly after. They rode each other through their highs, calling each other’s names as they did, not even caring who heard them.

She slowly pulled herself off of Minho, a mixture of their juices spilling out of her as she turned around to sit with her back against his chest again.

They scanned the scene. The wrestling match was still going, seemingly at its own climax, and the Gladers cheered as the greenie gained dominance.

So no one saw, y/n thought to herself. She hated to admit it, but a part of her wished someone had.

Then, the fire roared stronger for just a second, and in the flash of light, a couple dozen feet away, in the third row of sitting logs, y/n saw him.

Newt sat alone, eyes closed with head thrown back, vigorously pumping his hard length, his lips parted as he moaned and panted in solitude. She couldn’t him, but she could read her name on his lips.

Y/n.

As he levelled his head his eyes opened & met hers.

She smirked at him knowingly, and then turned to kiss Minho, making sure Newt could see how her tongue slipped into his mouth. Dropping the blanket, y/n palmed Minho through his pants. Y/n continued kissing him with one eye open, only pulling away when she saw Newt finish.

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that-tmr-girl · 1 month

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How TMR boys would react if you called them vanilla

Aris

Stares at you for a moment

The next thing you know he's on top of you, trailing his hands down your hips

Kissing you, the only thing he changes is edging you even more than before

"And you're still going to cum every time."

Gally

Completely offended

Walks towards you, making you nervous

The next thing you know, you're screaming his name as he goes rougher than ever before

"Call me that again. I like teaching you lessons."

Minho

Looks you up and down

Walks away, leaving you confused

Then, he schedules you to run together in the Maze

Fucks you against a wall until take it back

Newt

Doesn't bring it up for a while

When you've forgotten about it one Greenie night, he takes you to his hut and rails you

Only after making you cum until your legs give out does he tell you why he did it

"Being vanilla doesn't seem to be a problem, does it love?"

#aris jones #aris x reader #gally tmr #gally x reader #minho tmr #minho x reader #newt tmr #newt x reader #tmr smut #smut related #smut #the maze runner #tmr preferences

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inlovewhithafairytale · 3 months

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Maze Runner x Yn

#newt tmr smut #newt x reader #newtmas #newt #newt tmr #thomas tmr #thomas #minho tmr smut #tmr minho #minho #maze runner incorrect quotes #the maze runner #maze runner #maze runner x reader #maze runner imagine #maze runner gally #gally tmr #maze runner aesthetic

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imjustagirlinthisworlddd · 5 months

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"Good Boy"

Newt x Dom!Reader

summary - Newt being embarassed because he couldn't hold himself being vocal under you

warnings : this is pure smut, so please don't interact if you're a minor !!! you have been warned.

“what’s wrong newtie? are you embarrassed?” you teased as you noticed newt biting his lip to silence himself after accidentally slipping out a moan out loud. “y-yes” he shyly admitted, unable to look you in the eyes.

“guess i have to go faster then”

"wait-!" before he can complete his sentence, you’re already fucking yourself on him even faster, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you bounce up and down on his sensitive long dick. He tried so hard to hold back those moans, but it just felt so good that he couldn’t hold it in anymore. leaving him becoming more vocal in a moaning mess state under your body, while his cheeks burn red in embarrassment as his hands gripped harder at your hips.

"good boy" you slowed your movements as you feel him shooting his thick white liquid strings shot to your core

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i definitely did not get butterflies while writing this

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semicolonsspace · 5 months

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Newt smut. PLEASE I BEG OF YOU.

Yes, ma'am/sir/mx!!! Just because you asked so nicely <3

Warnings: Praise kink, heated make-out, handjob, teasing

Y/n was frustrated all day long. She was constantly getting picked on by all the boys of the gladers. She was quite Ornery. Even Gally was picking on her, sometimes even attempting to advance on her. She had enough, the next person who tried she just might become violent.

It was late at night and she and Newt sat at by the edge of the forest called Deadheads. It was her favorite place, the Gladers barely went there.

Unfortunately, Gally saw them and began walking his way toward her-Not her best friend Newt. She threw her head back in a groan at the sight of him. "Fuck off, Gally! I don't want to fight you in the circle!"

"How about fighting in a bed?" Gally asks suggestively. The Y/n stood up slowly and offered him a hand. He was shocked at first was Newt- then took her small hand into his. Then she pulled him into her knee and kicked him between the legs. "If any of you! Ask me that STUPID QUESTION again! I WILL THROW YOU IN THE MAZE MYSELF."

Newt was quick and pulled her off of Gally. As he was being held up by her he fell to the ground and gruntled, turning over to regather himself. Newt shoves his best friend into the trees away from prying eyes. He looked mad, but he wasn't mad at her. To the Gladers it looked like he was going to give her a talking to and maybe throw her into the slammer. But- he could never do that to her. He admired her too much.

The deeper they went, the calmer she got. It was just the two now. It was refreshing as she was always stuck between these walls with the wretched horny boys.

Y/n stopped and sat against a tree, out of breath from being dragged by her limping friend. "I'm sorry Newt," She cries, her voice slightly breaking. Newt sits down next to her and pulls her to his chest.

"Don't be sorry, love. That shank deserved it," He hummed. He kisses the top of her head and moves the hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry that the boys are constantly bothering you... Tomorrow I will make a meeting for you to never be bothered again," He declared holding her tightly to his chest. He had a teasing smile on his face that Y/n adored. Y/n straddled his lap and cuddled into him. Newt thought nothing of this as they always were this affectionate.

"I appreciate you, Newt. You're the only one that I feel safe with," Y/n whispers, her voice as soft as the wind. It was a bit cold from the breeze but that just gave her more of a reason to snuggle into him.

"I appreciate you too," Newt whispers. He plants a small kiss in front of her ear and she giggles. He kissed her again and it was on her jaw. He was now laughing as he continued to kiss her.

"That tickles!"

"Good! You have to be punished!"

Y/n whimpers and tries to get away from him. Y/n was now on the ground and Newt was on top of her. He was tickling her and she was laughing loudly. She hears something and they both look at the owner. Newt sees the owner and chuckles before guiding her face to look at him with two fingers. "It's just a squirrel, love." Y/n's heart flutters and begins to hyperventilate a bit. He looked so fascinating. So Charming above her.

"Newt?" She croaks.

"Yes, dear?" Newt asks with a small smirk.

"Would you be mad at me if I asked you to kiss me?" Her voice was softer now, barely being able to be heard. But he heard her just fine. His hand now cups her face chin, "Never," he responds huskily. And then he kisses her, slowly tasting her every drop of nectar that rested in her mouth. He was entranced. He wanted to kiss her since she arrived here and was finally able to. He wanted to kiss her for an eternity. But he knew he was human and needed oxygen to survive.

He releases the kiss with a giant gasp for air. He lets her breathe for a second and goes in again. This time she moans from not expecting it. His pants become tighter, so he situates himself where his knee rests between her legs. This gains him more access to the kiss. He couldn't help but tease her, his knee pressed up against her mound. He didn't expect anything from the kiss, he just wanted to feel her lips on his. But he got more than he wanted. She flips him over, his back now against the same tree they sat against. "You're teasing me," She states the obvious. He nods and pulls her into his lap. "It's in my job requirements."

"Oh, yeah?" She purrs and points to his hard-on. "Is this in there as well?"

Newt flushes and looks away at a twig on the ground. "It's not my fault; It's a bodily function that I do not control, love."

Moments go by, Staring into each other's eyes. "I know I said that I would throw someone in the maze if they asked me that question but you haven't asked yet." Her voice was everything but innocent. It was filled with desire, luring him in like a magnet.

"Do you want me to ask you?" He asks daringly.

"If you don't, I will."

Then Newt kisses her again; He groans the second his tongue enters her mouth. His hands roam her body, exploring it like he was a scavenger in a jungle. His hands Memorize her curves, wanting to be engraved in his brain forever. So that way W.C.K.D can never take it away.

She takes off her shirt, her lips leaving him temporarily. Now, Newt memorizes her skin, the texture of her torso, the scars, freckles, and moles. It burns into his brain. Then he only kisses her with more need. Her hand reaches down to his trousers and palms him slightly. "You're going to kill me if you keep touching it like that," Newt murmurs. Y/n says nothing and silently begs him to take his shirt off by tugging on the hem. He takes it off with one hand swiftly. Her hands roam his chest, admiring how he looked. She also wanted to remember every detail, every perfection, and imperfections that littered his body. "Stop staring," He mumbles. She kisses his chest, "Never." She licks the spot she kisses, sucking on it as she looks up at him with innocent eyes. His chest was moving quickly. He pets her hair, smiling almost like he is exhausted. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared at her marking his chest.

Subsequently, some clothes were removed as they kissed and felt each other. Their breaths were so heavy; The kiss was too. The kiss was so long that they had to stop for air numerous times. Newt couldn't keep his slender fingers off of her. He was so enamored by how alluring she looked. She was like a siren and he was the pirate amongst the beating sea waters; except at this point she was the seawater, she felt like it anyway.

"Newt... Please," Y/n whimpers. Her hands were above her head, pinned to the soft dirt ground. His calloused lanky hands had pinned them, his body grinding against each other like desperate animals.

"Patience, dear... Wanna take my time with you," he responds with a crass, rough voice. He plants kisses under her ear, trailing down to her clavicle. Her beady eyes flutter at him doing so, never having felt such wonderful pleasure. She let out a satisfied moan, making him respond with a deep chuckle.

"Just wait until we continue."

Y/n's hands find his hips, his stomach, and then down to his member. He shudders when her soft small hands toy with with his red tip. "How is this on waiting?" Y/n purrs bawdily. His mouth falls open and he nods. Her stomach fills with butterflies, feeling like they were riding on roller coasters.

"Oh, don't stop," Newt moans with urgency. Y/n smiled innocently at him, assuring she wasn't going to. Her hand twists on him slowly, massaging the sensitive head as she gives him direct eye contact. His hood eyes trained on hers, fluttering to stay open as it felt too phenomenal.

"You look so handsome," Y/n praises in an attempt to tease him. He groans lowly, "Shut up... I'm so close-" Then Y/n speeds up, wanting him to feel that sweet relief. She also wanted to feel that release splatter all over her stomach. "My handsome boy," she murmurs as her free hand tickles his bicep that is holding his body up. Then she feels warmth on her abdomen, concurrently as he whispers her name repeatedly with a high-pitch moan.

(All alright I'm sorry if this is short, but I've been stuck on how to continue this for a while so here is this... Let me know if you think of anything specific and I'll try to write it// or add it to this)

#newt tmr #the maze runner smut #maze runner #newt smut #tmr newt #newt #the maze runner #the maze runner newt #The maze runner newt smut

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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What happened last night?

Media the maze runner

Characters Minho & Newt

Couple Minho X Reader X Newt

Rating Smut

Concept waking up between Minho and Newt

Smut bed sharing/ nudity / sexual cuddles / dry humping / grinding / ass play / breast fondling

I laid in my bed that much I knew, as I continued to feel the wooden beams and mattress made of old rags, I always knew when I was in my bed as my bed was the only real bed that existed in the glade outside of the medjacks. My covers around me tightly my body warm the sun not yet peeked over the gray maze walls barely a sound from outside my little hut. My head was dizzy and swirling still from the long night of gallys moonshine leaving me with little memory of the night before.

I tried to rack my mind off it but nothing arrived so I just cosy enjoying my nice warm bed.

And then it occurred to me…why it was so very warm and cosy.

I laid in the middle of my bed as always, my head against my soft pillow, the blankets to my shoulder, but my legs had not wrapped around my spare pillow, they had wrapped around a familiar pair of muscular hips. I blushed hard, feeling my legs around his warm bare hips, his strong runner legs and mine playfully around each other below his hips. I could feel his warm breath often against my face.

I blushed hard to think of having him here in my bed with me all night running my hand down his strong arms inhaling his smell of the runner hut, leather and dust.

But as I laid there imagining the night Minho and I must have had together something occurred to me.

If our legs our knotted together my legs around his hips and his breath on my face then…. How exactly our their arms around my waist hands on my stomach?

That's… not possible.

As I woke up more I noticed the calus Hands against my stomach the arms wrapped around my waist the warm breath against my neck and the well erection in my back. I gently for a moment stroked the sweet hands feeling the calus shapes and lines in them as well as the fabric bandage around his wrist I noticed the scent of those hands of sweet green grass, dirt and bacon. I blushed at the thought of the second in command and I together in my bed and then almost giggled at the thought I was between the two of them in my bed.

I tried to merely enjoy it for as long as I could but I noticed stirring behind me.

I was sad it would soon all be over but he stirred and moved with a groan shifting in the bed but he pulled me even close to him pressing nibbly kisses to the back of my neck and shoulders he seemed to smirk into these kisses and he pushed his hips against my own playfully unfortunately this pushed me tightly onto the other body in the bed pushing me against his hard morning wood providing him friction which made him begin to stir too as newt moved his hips back a little Minho groaned and moved his forward against me which of course in turn pushed my butt back onto newt and I'm sure I don't need to explain how this went for the next ten minutes both of them sleepily grinding on me leaving me bouncing between the two even if I was only really moving a few inches after a while I giggled at the situation which caused them both to wake up much more

"Umm good morning love" newt cooed in my ear pressing kisses across my neck "humm quit wiggling princess you're making me hard" he whispered

"Good morning y/n" Minho smirked giving my chest some kisses "maybe you and I should have a little more fun this morning baby" he smirked "newt. Turn her over I wanna play with the other side"

"No. You wanted that side you get that side" newt answered starting to fondle my butt

"Come on newt you've had her ass all night"

"I know" he smirked "terrible isn't it" he joked "but you so badly wanted her tits Minho, ohh well guess I'll just have to have her ass. But I'll make do won't I princess" he smirked slapping my ass hard

"Trade come on" Minho smirked pushing my hips into I turned over leaving Minho behind me and now newt Infront of me

"Hi newt"

"Hi princess" he smirked giving me a kiss "I suppose there's lots on this side I can play around with too" he smirked grasping at my breasts as Minho took my ass

"Shuck. I see why you didn't wanna swap" Minho groaned

"What happened last night?" I finally got the courage to ask

"Awww Don't you remember princess?" Newt smirked

"No"

"Well we'll just have to remind you baby. Of all the dirty things you let us do last night" Minho smirked ….

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fucknixx · 2 months

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hi love!! could u maybe write some morning sex + aftercare hcs with newt in the glade?

Hello angel! Thanks for the request, here it is. I hope you liked it and that it was what you wanted. I want to clarify that this is the first time I have written something about aftercare.

Tw:: Suggestive language, smut.

✿ ۪⋆ Morning sex

— Good morning sex with Newt, he would try to be gentle at first since you weren't 100% awake, but then, ugh- Get ready to have a long morning of screaming.

— He would whisper compliments to you while leaving kisses all over your neck.

— "You're perfect." "My love."

— If you start, he doesn't mind you taking control, but he's too proud to say so.

— He would smile every time I heard you moan his name.

— He would try all possible positions.

— But if both of you are still dreaming, you would try cockwarming.

— And when they were finished, he would cum on your belly, while he watches how it stays there and accumulates in your navel.

— In moments he would give you light kisses pressed to your knuckles.

— He would use his accent on purpose.

— At first, he would make you kneel and order you to give him a good blowjob.

— He has his moments when he praises you a lot.

—When they are more awake… It would suffocate you a little, but not too much, it is gentle, but it also depends on how you wake up.

— If he wakes up with a good attitude, he will be so cute, kissing your body, face or body while he fucks you.

— "Do you like it like this, my love?" "Ask what you want."

— But, oh if he wakes up in a bad mood, ah… He's harder than normal when it comes to fucking you, what matters to him at that moment is his pleasure and getting rid of that mood.

— "All mine. Say, Whose are you?" "You're being a good girl for me."

— And if he has in mind that he has to get up and start his homework, but he can't help it, also if you try to tell him he will respond with "Alby is there too, he can do mine."

✿ ۪⋆ Aftercare

— He would lie down next to you and cling to you to finish.

— It's just that if he's hugging you, it makes him forget everything.

— If you fall asleep, It's when he knows he has to get up and change to start his duties, and if they ask about you he would say an excuse.

— Or if they had something soft, I'd bring you breakfast in bed.

— He would worry if something would hurt you, and obviously he would come to see you when he can.

— He can't miss his kisses, he would kiss you on the forehead saying "You did great, my love."

#nix.#ask #maze runner smut #the maze runner #tmr newt #newt maze runner #newt x reader #newt maze runnersmut #smut

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reneeluv154 · 5 months

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Frostbite

Hope you enjoy🤍🤍🤍

In this imagine Newt finds out you have frostbite and takes care of you.

(More on my profile if you like this.)🫶🏼🫶🏼

I was cold, so cold but I wouldn’t let the others know, we had been walking in the scorch for weeks, although I wouldn’t call it the scorch anymore. It was cold, cold enough to make your lips blue and your skin crack and bleed. Newt tried to offer me his gloves when it first started getting cold two days ago but I denied them, instead wrapping them up in my sock’s.

Now the sock’s were just to hide my gruesome frostbite rather than keep them warm. “Guys, let’s stop here, we’ve been waking for far too long.” I couldn’t agree with Minho more, the blisters on the back of my heels and my toes making it to where I could barely walk.

“Y/n are you okay?” Thomas asked wearily before watching me stumble to the ground. “Woah hey.” Thomas tried to catch me but I hit the ground with him and Newt on either side of me. I began to weep which then turned into sob’s of anger. I punched the ground, “I’m fucking done! Do you hear me!” I screamed out as loud as I could, causing a vicious pain to shoot through my head. Everyone was crouched down forming a circle around me, fear and worry plastered on their faces.

“Hey, take a breath Y/n.” Newt was calm with a comforting hand on my back, the other on the sand, trying to keep from slipping. I violently sucked in air never fully finishing a breath. I truly couldn’t breathe. I looked at him with panic in my eyes as I tried to breathe, tears still rolling down my cheeks. “Okay, everyone back up.” His voice was stern enough so they understood but calm enough to not scare me. He gently grabbed my face.

“You’re gonna be okay. Focus on my heartbeat alright?” He grabbed my hand, placing it on his chest gently, leaving me to feel the calm, steady beating of his heart. After a few minutes, my breathing slowed, and my tears were gently wiped by his simple calloused hands. “You're okay.” He whispered, bringing me into a tight hug. I believe more for him than for me. He knew I never liked hugs. Although I had always wanted one from him, I hugged him back knowing that’s what he needed at the moment. I didn’t want to let go but loosened my grip leaving him to let go.

“Thomas, help me walk her over to that building.” He nodded over to what was more like a small shack a few feet away. So with Thomas on my left and Newt on my right we carefully walked over to the shack, taking a few minutes to settle down. I sat on a small crate while the others cleared spots to sit and sleep for the night. I was staring at the ground when Newt came, sitting down beside me, offering me a cup with something in it. Not bothering to zone back in, I shook my head.

“It’ll warm you up.” He said, setting it by my foot on the ground and kneeling in front of me. “Can you take these off for me?” He asked gently, laying a hand on top of mine. I finally zoned back in still not looking directly at him but carefully taking the socks off my hands trying not to let the fabric pull on the cracked skin.

His eyes widened when he saw the purple and blue, bloody knuckles and fingertips. ‘Fry, can you make a fire real quick?” He asked, not taking his focus off of my hands. “Already on it, Newt.”

“Why didn’t you tell someone Y/n?” He asked gently, trying to warm my hands with his own as well as blowing on them.”I don’t know.” I was quiet, barely even audible. “My feet are pretty bad too.” The look he gave me was the sweetest yet saddest thing I had ever seen. “They don’t have frostbite, just lots of blisters.” He nodded. “Go ahead and take your shoes off, the cold should make them feel a little better.”

I nodded, taking my shoes off while he went and grabbed a thin blanket we had stolen from W.I.C.K.E.D. wrapping it around my shoulders. He was right, the cold felt good on my hot blistered feet. “Here, let’s go sit by the fire.” He handed me the hot cup making my hands sting but I knew that meant it was helping. I was caught slightly off guard when he picked me up and carried me to another crate, this one close by the fire, my feet still being cooled off by the patch of cement underneath me.

I decided to sit on the ground closer to the fire. Newt came and sat on the crate behind me, his legs on either side of me. “Newt?” I asked and received a small hum while he set down his cup which I learned was just hot water, and started to play with some strands of my hair. “Is it okay if I just give up?”

“Give up?” He questioned. “Yeah, If I just quit trying to make it out alive.” I was ashamed of asking such a question but I knew he wouldn’t judge me. He grabbed both my shoulders leaning in close to my ear. “Y/n you can not give up, I won’t for one second let you believe that you can give up because I would never let you do such a thing.” And for the first time in a long time, a small smile made its way onto my lips. It felt so good to smile, especially with someone like Newt.

Around an hour later he had braided my hair and wrapped up my hands now everyone was getting ready for sleep. “Where are you sleeping, love?” He hadn’t called me that since the first time I came to the glade but it made me feel special.

“Can I…sleep next to you tonight?” He nodded, “Of course, c’mon.” He laid out some clothes on the ground and used a jacket as a pillow. “Go on, I'll tuck you in.” He smiled, so I laid down letting him lay two blankets overtop of me, given that was all we could spare. He then laid down, a small bit of space between us. “Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Blondie.”

I woke up a tad bit cold and a bit scared. There was thunder and rain all around us. The small shack was the only thing keeping us safe and that wasn’t promising. I moved over to where Newt was lying and rested my head on his shoulder, he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer. “Are you okay?” He whispered, his voice still sleepy making me blush. “Yeah, I’m a little cold but more scared than anything.” Just then lightning struck close making me jump. “Shhh it’s okay. I’m here, I’ll keep you safe I promise.” He rubbed my back and gave me a small kiss on the head now wrapping both arms tightly around me. Humming a small song, which soon put me to sleep.

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