Various x Reader One Shots

Newt X Reader

Newt (The Maze Runner) X Reader

Requested by @black_arrow777

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A/n- since I literally just did TMR, this is gonna be a Modern AU thank you and goodnight!

Btw this was extremely fun to write ;)

You looked up as you heard the click of the door lock opening.

"Hey, Sweetheart-" The dirty blonde man stopped at the foot of the door, his eyes landing on your form.

You smiled weakly, holding your flour stained hands up, "Surprise?"

"(Y/n)." Newt breathed, closing the door and walking up to you, "What in gods name are you doing?"

You bit your lip, looking down at the mess. Cake batter and utensils littered the counter and floor. Four black tank top was now a dangerous mess, and your face was dusted with the flour and cake batter.

"Can't I make a cake for my birthday without getting criticized?" You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest, then realizing your mistake as ingredients rubbed onto your arms, and detangling your hands.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking around the kitchen, "I never said you couldn't, Darling..." Newt's eyes landed back on yours, and he grabbed a strand of your hair, running it between his fingers as he removed chunks of batter, "But making it a little cleaner would be highly appreciated-"

"-We'll I'm sorry, I haven't made a cake since, like, ninth grade."

He smirked, walking behind you to wrap his arms around your form. You leaned into his embrace, stilling pouting, and let out a sigh.

"Well, you're here now..." You grinned, "So you can help me finish!" You looked down at your phone, reading the recipe before pursing your lips. "Okay..."

You started adding the rest of the ingredients, Newt helping you from behind, his chest against your back, even though he was a good few inches tall then you and could easily see from over your head.

When you had finally finished the batter, Newt snaked his hand around yours, reaching into the bowl and taking a large clump onto his finger.

He sniffed it, frowning, "This smells weird."

You looked at it in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Here, smell it." With that, he pushed the batter into your face, smearing it across your cheek.

You gaped in surprise, watching as a sly grin formed its way onto his face.

You gasped, reaching behind you to grab some of your own, "You asshole!" You cried jokingly, spearing it over his nose.

Newt chuckled, placing his hands on you waist you calm you from making an even bigger mess.

He leaned closer, his warm breath fanning your lips. You placed your hands around his neck, biting your lip teasingly.

He moved to place his lips on yours, but swiftly drew his tongue over your cheek, and you pushed him away, you both laughing.

You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, and he smirked down at you.

"The batter tastes good." He winked, causing you to blush.

"Weirdo," you muttered, rubbing at your cheek again. Grabbing a handful of flour from its paper bag, you dropped it onto his head, causing the puff of white to cover his face.

He gasped, his arms up in shock, as the flour settled, you burst into a ball of laughter, for it had stained his entire face white.

Still frozen in shock, you giggled, "Aw, Babe, I'm sorry." You ran a hand through his curls, smiling at he crinkled his eyebrows together, "I'll make it up to you..." You cooed, and he sighed.

"You're so damn irresistible." He whispered, placing his hand on your waist. He burrowed his face in the hook your cheek, placing soft kisses down your collarbone.

You continued to twiddle his locks of hair, dusting away the flour, and you giggled at his comment.

You met your lips to his, sighing in content as his hand moved to the low of your back, the other on your cheek.

He slowly you against the counter, deepening the kiss as you let out a grunt. He lifted your form as you sat on the slab, spreading your legs so you could intertwine them behind his back, your chest to his.

You giggled, breaking the kiss as you placed your forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily and laughing. Newt looked down at you in confusion at your suddenly fit of laughter.

"I think I'm sitting on an eggshell." You ran your hand through your hair, biting your lip to contain your laughter.

Newt rolled his eyes, parting from you and stretching his limbs, moving to pour the batter into its pan.

"Aw, Newtie, we weren't done." You whined, crossing your arms, ignoring the mess you spread.

He hummed, looking back at you with a smirk as he set the oven, crossing his arms behind his back.

You pouted, "Don't look at me like that." You stated, not meeting his eyes.

He quickly strolled back to you, grabbing your chin and meeting your lips before you could question him.

You gripped the collar of his button down shirt, balling it into you fists as you titled your head to deepen the kiss once more.

His hands found your waist, gripping your curves and you both pulled each other closer. One hand then traveled down to your thigh, opening your legs so he could come between them, your chests touching along with something else.

Just as things were going to get better, the oven beeped, signaling it was time to put the uncooked cake into it.

You parted, both breathing heavily as your breathed fanned against once another's lips.

You smirked, "I should probably go clean the egg shells of my ass now."