synopsis! - thomas catches you trying to escape by climbing over a garden wall
genre! - fluff, time set 1700's royalty
notes - if anyone has seen queen charlotte, this is literally based off that one wall scene, because that was pure cinematic chemistry i love itt! | i haven't seen queen charlotte in the longest time, but i'm on a thomas brodie-sangster kick right now and i'm in love with the old-set royalty love tropes.
You clung from the creeping vines of the garden’s wall, studying the pattern of the ever-twisting, thick branches, calculating your next move when a voice interrupted your thoughts.
“My lady, are you in need of assistance of some kind?” The voice spoke from the behind you. Your face crinkled in frustration.
“No, I am quite fine, thank you.” You spoke, hands gripping the vines as your grip started to slip. “You may wait inside with all the other gawkers.”
The man bit back a laugh. “I.. will. But first, I’m curious. What is it you’re doing?”
You rolled your eyes. This man was awfully persistent, and god was it irritating. “Nothing.”
“You’re doing something.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“I am not.”
“You are!”
You huffed, hopping down from the vines. “If you must know, I’m trying to ascertain the best way to climb over the garden wall.” You still hadn’t turned to face him. He gave a small nod, as if to as ‘fair enough’, yet confusion still painted his features. “Climb- whatever for?”
“I believe he may be a beast.”
“A beast?”
“Or a troll.”
His face crossed with amusement. “Who are we discussing?”
“Oh, that is impertinent, none of your business,” You scoffed. There was a pause, as you contemplated your next words. “The King.”
That really got him, if he was amused before, he was thoroughly so now. You continued. “No one will speak of him. No one. Clearly he is a beast or a troll.”
You continued to survey the wall, and your eyes lit up as you found the perfect path. “Ah! With a boost, I believe I can make it over—there.”
“Uh, one question. You do not like beasts or trolls? What he looks like matters?” He asked, taking a few steps closer to you. You shook your head.
“I do not care what he looks like, what I do not like is not knowing. Now please, grab here and boost. Make haste.” You patted your hips.
He smiled. “I have absolutely no intention of helping you.”
You paused, shocked. Shocked, but just as equally frustrated. You climbed down from the roots. “I am a lady in distress. You refuse to help a lady in distress?”
He smiled, looking you in your eyes. “I refuse to help a lady in distress when that lady is trying to climb a wall..” He paused. “So that she does not have to marry me.”
Your face fell, and all anger fizzled out. He was no beast, nor a troll. His features well complimented his face, and the way his gorgeous golden hair hit the light and fell over his eyebrows was slightly.. captivating. “I’m so..”
“No worries.” He spoke, his voice smooth like velvet. “I’m Thomas, and you must be Y/n. Princess Y/n.” You nodded slowly. “That was incredibly disrespectful of me.”
He brushed it off. “I’d much rather I know your worries, so I can address them. I would never want my queen to feel as though I am a beast.” He took your hand in his, kissing it softly. “You are free to do as you please. Though I do hope you no longer want to escape me.”
A smile broke out on your face as you shook your head. “No.”
“Very well, shall we head back inside? Amongst the gawkers.” He spoke, his hand still in yours. You let out an airy laugh.
“We shall.”
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please let me know if i should continue this!! this was very indulgent, but i hope there are people who still love the royalty romance genre
Showing - The Maze Runner
Staring - Newt X Reader
Rating - 18+ (Drunk / Groping / Fondling / Nipple Play / Blow Job / Nudity)
Reading Time - 19 min 42 sec (2561)
Chaos began the moment the bonfire was lit. Typically, the monthly bonfire night just involved the boys sipping moonshine, having a few pit fights and maybe a few embarrassing mistakes by the newbies. But this bonfire was different. For whatever reason, Gally's moonshine was noticeably stronger than usual. This meant boys who were new and could handle two or three jars were on the floor after half of one, and the more seasoned boys used to four or five jars on a good night, where falling over themselves on three.
Newt was no exception; he'd been here three years and could very happily sit sipping on a single jar and be buzzed enough to sleep, three making him giggly enough to end up laughing with the boys, and a good fifth jar would usually knock him to sleep. But he'd been sipping on one for a while now, only halfway down, and he had pretty much just been sitting against a log with some bacon, watching the glade get more and more fuzzy.
"Hey, Newt," Y/n called as she came over. She'd been in the glade almost two years now, and worked mostly on laundry for the boys, occasionally helping in the kitchen when needed. She was their only girl and was pretty used to the boys all having crushes on her. She strolled over, tossing her hoodie off as she got close enough, revealing her vest top. She sat down beside him with a smile."You okay?" She asked, noticing Newt's lack of a better word, 'zonked' expression.
Newt just blinks at her for a second, a silly, lazy smile crossing over his face. "Yeah… I'm fine."
"Yeah? You watching the fairies?" She joked,
He snorted with a laugh. "Fairies? More like the spinning ground. It's like the whole damn ground is moving," he shook his head, his hand coming up to rub his temples to try and stop the spinning. "How come you're all fine, hmm?" he asked, turning to look at her.
"Because I don't like moonshine." She chuckled, taking the jar from his hand and tossing what was left onto the grass.
He couldn't help but whine when she tossed the jar.
"Awww, poor Newtie." She opened her arms, offering him a hug,
"Shush. I am not." Newt grumbled but immediately flopped into her arms anyway. His arms coiled around her waist, his cheek unfortunately against her breasts. "You smell good," he mumbled,
Y/n laughed as Newt lay on her. She cradled him like a baby and put his soft blonde hair. "Thank you, I've been in the kitchens, so I probably smell like bacon." She chuckled,
Newt inhaled sharply, his eyes fluttering with the scent of her. He would very happily just bury his face in her chest and stay there forever. He shifted enough, his hands moving from her waist to her hips. "You smell like you, you always smell good." He mumbled, he let out what could only be described as a low whine as his face buried against her cleavage.
Y/n laughed, as Newt's nose burrowed into her sternum, borderline motorboating her at this point, "hey!" She laughed, "I swear tomorrow you boys are going to have a huge communal hangover."
He gave a soft, breathy laugh, his hands squeezing her. He gave a little shiver in reply, his mouth opening just the slightest bit and his teeth lightly grazing her cleavage. "You're so warm." He murmured, one of his hands moving up, his fingers sneaking up her side under her top.
"Hey!" She laughed,
Newt's hands didn't stop, his fingers sliding up her side and thumbing her bra straps. He mumbled something into her cleavage, but it was almost incomprehensible. "So good…" He mumbled again, his right hand sliding up her back to hold her close.
"Newtie… I think we need to get you to bed." She cooed, trying to get out of his grip so she could get him to his hammock.
Newt let out another whine, his grip on her hip and back only tightening, his hands holding her in place. His hands slipped under her bra. "No. Don't go…" he mumbled again, his face nuzzling against her chest again.
"Hey! Hands!" She playfully told him off as Newt's hands grabbed her breasts.
Newt didn't listen, his hands stayed under her top, and he squeezed her breasts again. he moaned into her cleavage and rolled his hips against her thigh, desperately seeking more contact. He was already hard and aching in his pants,
"Hey! Oi! Newt!" She complained as he began basically humping her like a puppy. "Ah!" She yelped as he pinched her nipple, "Get your grubby hands out of there, Newt!"
His moans were muffled into her chest as his hips rolled again and again. His hands squeezed her breasts, his fingers brushed lightly at her nipples, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger. "But you taste so good, baby…”
Y/n rolled her eyes. "Fine… At least we can go somewhere else. You might not care, but I don't particularly want the whole of the glade watching us."
"Yes. Please." He panted out, his grip on her didn't loosen as he struggled to his feet.
Y/n fixed her clothes and helped Newt to stand, as without her help, he'd have immediately gone face-first into the grass. "Come on, my drunk little Brit, let's get you to bed." She cooed, helping him across the glade towards the homestead, hoping she'd manage to get him in his hammock and passed out, but given the homestead was right next to the tall trees of the deadheads, it wasn't hard for Newt to make them swerve off course.
"Nooooo, I want Y/n, not bed." He moaned stubbornly and leaned back against her. He was like a stubborn little drunk puppy and was determined to have his own way, regardless of whether he would remember or not in the morning. He managed to get them to stray deep enough into the trees that the others wouldn't see them, and happily pinned her against a thick tree.
"Really? Again?" She asked as his hands grabbed her chest, not even bothering to go under her top this time.
He didn't respond to her question, and his hands continued to paw at her chest, squeezing and kneading her breasts. "So soft…" he panted against her neck. "So good." His hands continued to explore her. One of his hands went down to the hem of her shorts and started to play with the waistband, trying to get them off.
Y/n playfully sighed as she looked at him, knowing there was no way she was just getting Newt to bed, at least not without some sort of attention. "… How about this, I let you touch these while I… Use my mouth, and then you go straight to bed?" she encouraged, moving his hands back to her breasts,
Newt moaned at her offer. "Really?" He asked hopefully.
"Yes, really. But you have to promise you'll go right to bed?"
Newt nodded eagerly. “I'll be good, I promise,” he leaned up, as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts eagerly.
"Alright." Y/n agreed, lifting her shirt and unclipping her bra, leaving her bare from the waist up for him.
He moaned out softly at the feeling of her soft skin under his hands, and he leaned in, his mouth sucking a hickey into one of her breasts.
She laughed, seeing how desperate he was when he was this drunk, she felt a little sheepish, given none of the boys had ever seen her like this, but she trusted him, even when he was this blacked out.
Newt moaned as his mouth moved between both her breasts, his tongue lapping at her, and his hands still eagerly squeezing her soft flesh. He switched between both, giving both equal attention. His hips were still pressed against her front, grinding against her.
"Okay, okay. That's enough." She said, taking his hands away. "Now let's get this sorted so we can get you to bed." She cooed, stroking his hard on,
Newt moaned, “But I don’t wanna go to bed,” he whined. He gave a shiver as she stroked his hard-on through his pants, already soaked with precum. He moaned and rolled his hips into her hand.
"You promised you would." She reminds him as she turns them around, so Newt's back leans against the tree.
“I know, I know.” Newt groaned, and his hands moved to rest on her hips. He leaned fully back against the tree, his breath heavy with anticipation.
"So, I'll take care of you, then we'll go to bed. Okay?"
Newt nodded. “Yeah, we can do that.”
Y/n smiled and gave him a soft, loving few kisses just to get him a little more worked up, already assuming she wouldn't really be at this long.
Newt moaned, tilting his head up to slot their mouths together properly. He pulled Y/n closer to him, keeping her close in his hands, wanting her to stay close. He rolled his hips and moaned again, desperately trying to get some friction between them.
She pulled back and moved to her knees as she slipped her shirt back down. She began to unlace the string ties of his trousers, looking up at him.
He watched her, his eyes dark and already blown out. His fingers moved up to her hair and threaded through it, lightly playing with it. “Please,” he panted. “Hurry…”
"I'm working on it!" She said in a hushed tone. "Maybe don't wear tied pants, they're hard to undo." She chuckled, finally getting them open, revealing his bright orange boxers.
Newt let out a breathless laugh. “It’s not like I knew this’d be happening today,” he teased her, still running his fingers through her hair as she pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang free, and he moaned, finally getting some relief from the pressure.
She gasped at the sight of him. Of course, she'd been in the glade two years, so she knew what… The boys… looked like in a, seen one or two, got the general idea kinda way. But Newt surprised her with his size, more so than she'd expected him to be; he was long and fairly thin with very prominent veins. She giggled a little, running her fingertips across the small amount of blonde hair that graced his V. "I suppose not … Maybe you should start." She cooed a little as she began to pepper little kisses on his shaft.
“You just can’t resist teasin’ me, can you?” he mumbled, “You look so good like that,”
"Do I?"
Newt had to swallow before answering; his breath was heavier, “Y-yeah..” he managed to gasp out. “You look so pretty, on your knees.”
Y/n rolled her eyes and began to kiss a little more purposefully, making the slow kisses gentle to make sure she didn't overwhelm him "Has any ever done this to you before?"
Newt moaned, his hands tightening in her hair a little. “N-no.” He breathed out. “You’re the only one.”
"I'm surprised you boys have such restraint." She chuckled, "Always thought a bunch of teenage boys alone together would surely just devolve into perversion."
“We’re not savages, you know. We can keep our hands to ourselves.”
"I'm not sure I can take all of it… Your… Bigger than I thought you were." Y/n admitted her cheeks dusting a little pink,
Newt moaned slightly, a jolt of pride running through him, “It’s okay. You don’t have to… god.” he groaned, “Just start small.”
She nodded and began to gently work, taking first only his head in her mouth, licking softly and slowly.
Hr moaned out a curse under his breath. His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to concentrate on not thrusting forward. “Oh bloody hell!” he moaned again,
She slowly but surely took more and more, making sure to lick as much as possible for lubrication.
“Oh god, y-your mouth is s-so good,” he moaned, his breath short.
She stopped about two inches from the hilt, unable to take any more. She relaxed a little and began to softly suck
Newt moaned loudly, his hand moving to press the back of her head slightly. “Oh fuuck.” he moaned, his head falling back and hitting against the tree .”Don’t stop.”
Y/n nodded and sucked a little harder, getting into a rhythm of moving her head back and forth up the length of him. She licked when needed, often now having to lick away the little spurts of precum that leaked from him.
Newt moaned loudly, his hands desperately trying to stay still and not thrust forward and chase his release. “Oh my… I’m gonna… I’m gonna-“ he moaned out,
She nodded, and as she got more confident, she relaxed her throat enough to get the last two inches past her lips.
Newt moaned; his legs started to almost give out. “I'm…close, I'm really…” he moaned again, struggling to form the words to warn her. His back arched forward, and he was practically thrusting into her mouth, his pace fast and sloppy as he chased his release.“Don't stop…please don't stop.” His release hit suddenly and shot into Y/n's throat like a slingshot,
Y/n almost choked but managed to swallow each and every spurt without any leaking from her lips. She gradually slowed down before finally releasing him with a pop.
“Oh god,” he moaned, still slumped back against the tree. “That was…” he panted, his legs still slightly shaky.
"I did okay?" She chuckled, licking his shaft clean.
His hands moved to grab her arms, pulling her up to her feet. “You did amazing,” he murmured, pressing his lips to hers in a lazy and messy kiss.
"and now… Bed. Remember." She told him as she helped fix his pants.
Newt whined but groaned and nodded, “Yeah, fine.” He mumbled. “Bed.”
Luckily, his legs were jelly on top of him being drunk, so Y/n had no issues getting Newt to the homestead and into his hammock. She smiled and tucked him in with a pillow and blanket. "There we go."
“You’re too nice to me,” he mumbled, pouting up at her as he cuddled up.
"I am. You're lucky you're cute." She cooed, fixing his hair. "Now… Not a word about this to any of the boys, okay? What I did was just for you. I don't want the other boys knowing because then they all want me on my knees." She whispered, even if part of her was pretty confident Newt wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.
“I won’t tell,” he mumbled, his eyes opened again, and he glanced up at her. “But what if I want you on your knees for me again?”
"Then you just have to ask." She cooed, leaning down to kiss him,
Newt hummed into the kiss, his eyes flickered closed again, and he moved a hand up to pull her closer to him so he could stay connected to her.
"Now get some sleep, Newtie."
“Mean,” he mumbled grumpily, finally letting go of her,
"AHH, yes, I'm so evil." She chuckled, giving him one more kiss on her lips. "Goodnight, Newt,"
“Goodnight, Y/n,” he replied and snuggled down into his blanket to actually get some sleep.
Y/n soon left the homestead to get back to her own hut to go to bed for the night.
Newt watched her walk away for a moment before snuggling further down into the hammock, still feeling incredibly drunk. He slowly closed his eyes and started to drift off. His mind wandered back to earlier that night, and a tired smile came over his face, thinking about Y/n.
