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Tom Kaulitz:

Girly rockstar!reader x Tom

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Simon Ghost Riley:

Tease

Helping You Focus

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Newt (tmr):

I can’t let you freeze, can I?

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Leo Valdez:

Leo Valdez x child of Aphrodite!reader Headcanons

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Arthur TV:

Bang for your buck (coming soon)

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Mattheo Riddle:

Put it to good use (coming soon)

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Leo Valdez x daughter of Aphrodite!reader headcanons

Suggestive/slight nsfw

- Leo who is totally and utterly obsessed with you. He will do anything you ask him to, in a heartbeat. Get you a glass of water? Done. Too tired to walk back to your cabin? You’re already being lifted off the ground. Your armours got a dent in it? Don’t worry, Leo’s almost finished with your brand new set.

- Leo who always thought he was too cool to be called a good boy. But the Bad Boy Supreme, Leo Valdez hadn’t met you then. Now, he is happy to be anything as long as you’re the one calling him it.

- Leo who is always touching you in public. Holding your hand, draping an arm over your shoulder, placing his hand on your thigh. Not only because he likes to be as close to you as possible, but also because he likes everyone else to know you’re his.

- Leo who loves to show you off. He’s completely in awe of you, in any and every state, so when you ask if it’s alright to wear that short skirt? “Hell yeah, Baby!”

- Leo who has no idea how he’s dating you. Some people are surprised to find out he has a girlfriend at all, but when they see the literal spawn of the goddess of beauty is his lover, the only thing they can say is fair play, mate.

- Leo who, when you first started dating, thought you might want a more put-together guy. He tried making his hair as neat as possible, only wearing unwrinkled, unstained clothes, made sure to never have grease or dirt on him after being in the workshop. You quickly told him you liked him for him. He might’ve decided he loved you then and there, three days in.

- Leo who has never concentrated as hard as when you were teaching him how to touch you. It’s his own personal mission to make you feel as good as possible.

- Leo who is grateful to the gods everyday that he is taller than you. He’s the shortest guy of the seven, but he feels like the tall manly man a daughter of Aphrodite needs whenever he stands next to you, and he has to look down to see your pretty face.

Tease

Pairing: Ghost/Simon Riley x f!reader

Summary: You thought it would be fun to tease Ghost a little today, but he makes sure you finish what you started

CW: oral sex, face fucking, bit of degrading

A/N: currently taking random oneshots I posted on wattpad and putting them on tumblr, cuz realistically I’m never gonna make a whole oneshot book worth of content for wattpad

Ghost's pov:

All day y/n has been driving me crazy. And I can tell that she knows what she's doing.

It started off in the morning, I assigned her the simple task of collecting Soap from his room, the lazy bastard slept in again, and her response is to gaze up at me and say: "Yes, Lieutenant.." with the most seductive voice she could muster. She never calls me Lieutenant in front of anyone else, she only uses it when we're fucking. But today, she decided it would be funny to catch me off guard in front of at least 15 of my men.

Later on, while we were all training and preparing for our next mission, she comes over to me and "ties her shoelace." Her shoelace was not untied. She just wanted an excuse to get on her knees in front of me. A stupid excuse, really, but the action succeeded in turning me on.

It was lunch that tipped me over the edge. She walks into the room wearing a low cut, tight fitting tank top, her reasoning being it was "getting too hot." She uses her new attire to lean over the table as far as possible to talk to someone standing behind me. I didn't bother to see who it was, because she had practically shoved her tits in my face, showing off her cleavage and leaving me helpless, being able to do nothing but clench my fists and grind my teeth with sexual frustration.

After lunch, I had ordered her to go to the interrogation building to collect spare amo. I knew no one would be in there, there were no interrogations going on so all the rooms would be empty apart from the odd person collecting papers and documents.

Y/n's pov:

Ghost had sent me to collect amo for some reason. It was a shame since I've really been having fun messing with him today, I just woke up and I was like: "today I'm gonna be an annoying bitch" and teasing Ghost was the result.

I never go over to the interrogation building, I don't even know where to look for amo.

I walked around to the side of the building, when I heard someone quicken their pace behind me and a hand clasped over my mouth, pulling me into the building.

I struggled against the persons grip, about to pull out my knife to cut their hand, when I heard a familiar voice.

"Calm down, I'm not gonna do anything to ya...yet." Ghost spoke, his breathe on my neck.

He let go of me and I spun around to face him, confused and a little annoyed. Then I saw the lustful look in his eyes. Shit.

"Care to tell me why you've been flaunting yourself to me all day?" He said, sitting on the chair used for captives while they're being interrogated and letting his legs spread as he spoke.

"I don't know what you mean." I lied, "I've just been existing, it's not my fault you can't keep your eyes off me." I give him a snarky smile.

"You like the attention." He definitely wasn't wrong. "But now you're going to deal with the consequences of your actions." He unbuckles him belt and my smile fades.

"Get on your knees."

I slowly drop to my knees without thinking. I knew what was coming next, and the anticipation was building in my stomach. I watched as he unzipped his fly, then waited for me to take control.

"You know what to do, slut." I quickly moved my hands to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down slowly until his dick sprung out.

He was around 8 inches and I hesitated, preparing myself. Ghosts eyes are piercing into me, and as our gazes met I took him into my mouth. I sunk down and back up slowly. Giving my best bedroom eyes, I kissed and kitten licked the tip, only sucking on the head rarely. I could see Ghost's frustration building.

So, I stopped using my mouth all together and replaced it with my hands, wrapping them around the base of his cock, moving up and down with a slight twisting movement; painfully slow. Ghost responded with a low grunt and his breathing increased. I could tell he wanted more but I'm planning on making him wait for a little longer.

By the looks of it, he did not like my plan.

Ghost grabs the back of my head and pushes me onto his dick. I was shocked at his sudden action, but before I could fully process it, he was bobbing my head up and down. I looked up at him and all I could see was his head dropping back as his gasps and pants turn into grunts and whimpers. He covers his mouth over his mask, to cover his sounds from anyone who might be passing by outside.

I let out a small moan to let the vibration stimulate his cock. Ghost definitely liked that. His grip on my head tightened and he bobbed me faster. I could feel him throb in my mouth, and his head fall back forwards to watch himself force my head onto his dick.

I could tell he was close, he breathed out my name repeatedly, getting louder each time, until our eyes met and he groaned loudly. I felt his cum shoot into my mouth and I took my head off his dick.

I swallowed and stuck my tongue out at him to show that it was all gone.

Ghost chuckled, still catching his breathe.

Helping You Focus

Pairing: Ghost/Simon Riley x f!reader

Summary: You’ve been a bit distracted recently, when ghost walks in on you he helps to sort that out.

CW: smut, 18+, MDNI, thigh riding, fingering

A/N: currently taking random oneshots I posted on wattpad and putting them on tumblr, cuz realistically I’m never gonna make a whole oneshot book worth of content for wattpad

I was lying in my bed, breathe increasing and becoming random, the odd gasp turning into a quiet whimper.

All day I've been uncomfortably horny, and right now my mind was filled with images and thoughts of my Lieutenant, Ghost.

The fact that we share a room doesn't help me much, considering my attraction to him has been increasingly difficult to sur press to the back of my mind. It was a mistake made when generating sleeping arrangements, I didn't think much of it, we're both mature adults after all, it shouldn't be a problem. Ghost never requested new arrangements - he must've had the same mindset - meaning the mistake was never fixed and we've been sharing a room for the past few months.

Images from these past few months fed my current situation, like the time I woke up earlier than usual and saw a shirtless Ghost, facing the wall, giving me a clear view of the muscles carved into his back, while he slipped his balaclava on. Or the many times I have walked out of the shower, hair still dripping and clothes soaking up the water droplets still lingering on my skin, to see ghost waiting for me, sitting on his bed, elbows leaning on knees and eyes darting to mine.

My eyes shut tight as I debate whether or not to move my hands from my thighs to my-

creak

Probably just the wind, nothing to worry about.

"Are you alright, y/n?"

Shit.

I jump at the sudden sound of his deep voice in the dim light. The glow of the moonlight through the windows and over his figure makes him seem ethereal, he was wearing baggy camo cargos, an extremely form fitting shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination and his usual balaclava and skull mask. The sight makes me wish that it were his hands on my thighs, not my own.

"You want the truth?" I say. He doesn't respond, waiting for me to continue, "I've been so horny recently, I can't focus on anything." I say with a slight laugh.

The silence gives me time to realise what the fuck I just said. Out loud. To Ghost.

I was scared to look his way, expecting him to be disgusted, but the quiet squeak of his mattress springs makes me glance over.

He was sat on his bed, one hand leaning on his knee as he manspreads. I slowly sit up, still nervous of his reaction, but I couldn't read any emotion from behind his mask.

He taps on his thigh, glancing down at it and back up to me.

"Sit."

"W-what?" I must be dreaming.

"I won't ask you again." He says, voice more stern than before. I quickly stand up and walk over to him. I carefully perch on one of his thighs, our faces are inches apart. "What's been making you feel like this?" he says, never breaking eye contact.

"I- um well, actu- actually, er-" I tried to think of anything over than simply saying 'you' but I was distracted by Ghost's hands moving to his balaclava, slowly pulling it from under him skull mask until it hung loosely around the bottom of his neck, leaving the lower half of his face exposed.

He had a sharp jawline and a prominent adam's apple, with full lips I couldn't pull my eyes off. All I wanted to do was lean forward and taste them.

"I'm going to help you get over this feeling, so you can focus on your duties again." He says, connecting our lips.

We move in sync at first, but we both start getting more random, sloppier, hungrier. I feel his tongue enter my mouth and I suck it slightly. We sit like this, exploring each others mouths, for what feels like aeons before he pulls away.

"You seem needy, this isn't helping you." He says before grasping my leg and swinging it around so I'm straddling his thigh. "Ride it." He leans back with a smirk.

I don't hesitate to do as I'm told. I start off slow staring at his abs protruding out his shirt, my pace quickening as my gaze travels up his forearms and biceps. I whimper, enjoying the friction, and I speed up once I see that Ghost is clearly enjoying the view.

I struggle to keep the eye contact as my new pace creates more pleasure. My eyes flutter and roll to the back of my head as my head tilts back.

"Look at me." I swallow and force myself to keep my eyes on Ghost, "Good girl."

I let out a shaky moan, and he responds by pulling me up by my hips into a kiss while he stands up. I wrap my legs around his legs and he walks over to the wall. I feel my back get pressed into it so Ghost can deepen the kiss.

He lowers me and I let my feet land on the ground, Ghost's tall figure towers over me and and he leans his forearm against the wall above my, trapping me under his gaze. He pulls my shorts and underwear down all at once, leaving the fabric to drop down to my ankles and leaving me exposed to him.

He stares at me as he teases my entrance with his middle finger. He slowly circled my clit and smirks at my whimpering.

Without warning, he slams two fingers into my pussy and begins pumping. The sudden feeling causes me to scream out and moan at the feeling of his large fingers curling inside me.

"Ah~ ah~" oh shit, what if someone can hear me?

The thought causes me to clasp my hand over my mouth to try to muffle the sounds, but Ghost quickly grabs my wrist and pulls my arm above my head

"I want to hear you." He growls, eyes darkening as he hears my moans fill the room again.

I try to reach down to stimulate my clit, but I barely get past my belly button before my arms is shoved above my head again. He holds both my wrists with one hand, and continues to steadily increase his pace in and out of me with his other hand.

"Do not touch yourself without my permission."

"Y-yes, Lieutenant. Ah~" the words slip out past my lips.

I regret my choice in nickname, as Ghost stops dead and I instantly crave the feeling of his fingers pumping.

"Say that again." He breathes out, leaning closer to me.

"Yes, Lieutenant." I whimper, making sure to show him desperate I am for his touch.

Ghost doesn't hesitate to continue fingering me, but faster this time. More aggressive, and the hungry look in his eyes just turns me on more.

I feel a knot forming in my stomach and my eyes roll back. I scream out Ghosts name, begging for release.

He smiles as I cum on his fingers, which he is quick to bring up to his mouth and taste.

I stand there, basically about to slide down the wall if it wasn't for ghost still holding my arms up. I continue to pant and try to catch my breathe back.

"Was that helpful?"

"I don't know Ghost," I say between breathes, "I might have to test out this new focusing method a few more times before I come to a final decision."

His hand moves down to my lower back, making sure I can properly get my footing, as he lets out a low chuckle.

I can’t just let you freeze, can I?

Pairing: Newt x f!reader

Summary: y/n makes blankets for the gladers for the cold nights, when she realises she hasn’t made one for herself she just sucks it up and goes without. But Newt doesn’t let her freeze.

A/N: currently taking random oneshots I posted on wattpad and putting them on tumblr, cuz realistically I’m never gonna make a whole oneshot book worth of content for wattpad

fluff

Days in the glade were hot and humid. Which was mostly nice. Getting sweaty while doing jobs outside wasn't my favourite thing, but being the only girl amongst a ton of boys meant I was always the best out of a bad bunch when it came to sweatiness, so I didn't really mind. But, oh, were the nights cold.

Freezing, in fact. The complete opposite of the sunny days. Once the sun starts to set it's time to grab an extra layer, it gets so cold so fast. I can't even count the amount of times I had caught boys who "didn't feel the cold" or "didn't need a blanky to sleep" later shivering in their hammocks, too proud to admit they were freezing after all.

The creators never sent up blankets though.

So, I decided to take it upon myself to fix this problem. It took me a couple months, but I sheered the wool off the sheep and spun it into yarn (that took me ages) and I got two nice pieces of scrap wood shavings from Gally, that I whittled down to be my knitting needles. Of course I have no memories from before the glade, and as surprised as I am that I have this talent, I am so glad I learned to knit before I was sent down here for who knows what.

With my DIY materials and newly rediscovered talent I knitted as many blankets as my hands could manage. They were soft and thick, and large enough for a teenage boy. Of course they weren't perfect and no two blankets looked the same, but that was part of the charm. Each had a slightly different colour due to the sheep's coat colours all being different. Some were gradient from where I had started to spin a white sheep's fur with a black sheep's fur. Some suddenly switched colours from where I ran out of wool and had to switch to another colour abruptly. And some were just one solid colour. But the colours didn't really matter, it was the warmth they provided that mattered.

That night, during dinner, I slipped away excitedly to retrieve my handmade gifts. I had informed Alby of my plans the day I thought of the idea and he thought it was great, one less thing for the boys to complain about. So, once he noticed me jogging off to one of the lookout towers where I had done most of my knitting and where the blankets are kept, he followed me promptly.

"They're going to be so excited for this." He said once he had reached me, where I stood stuffing as many blankets into a spare basket as possible.

I chuckled. "And why is that?"

"It gets pretty shucking cold in the glade, if you haven't noticed." He joins me in folding and stuffing blankets into another basket for himself to carry. "The other gladers sure have noticed. Really, would it kill the creators to send blankets down themselves, instead of making us do it."

I don't respond to this. I try not to think about the reasoning behind the small actions of torture we have to endure from an unknown source. It's better to look on the bright side, we now have blankets. And soon the whole glade will be just a little bit warmer at night.

We finish loading up our baskets and begin carrying them back to where the others are eating. None of them seem to have noticed our absence, nor our return, until Alby yells:

"Oi! Listen up!" All eyes are now on us.

I drop my basket onto the ground and begin explaining, "Um, so I think it's safe to say that it gets pretty cold at night here in the glade." Murmurs of agreement. "And so I have taken it upon myself to help out with that a bit." I pick up a blanket, unfold it and hold it up for the crowd.

They smile, some nod their heads, and others roll their eyes, probably acting as if they're too tough to need a blanky. But as Alby tells them to form a queue, no one is left sat down.

Each person is given a blanket. Chuck was first in line, so I make sure he got the softest one. That earned me a hug from the kid. Minho gave me a fist bump and thanked me. Thomas, the greenie, as of about a week ago, seemed as confused as ever, but he took a blanket and thanked me still. Alby was quicker to hand out ones from his basket, not waiting for a thank you as I was, and so he had said goodnight and left when I was only half way through my line. One by one each glader was gifted until there was only one left in the line and...one blanket.

"You made these?" A familiar voice chimes. It's newt, of course, my old friend. He was second in the glade and I was third, so we have been through a lot together; I would go as far as saying he's my best friend. I spend more time with Minho or Ben or even Chuck, but I know he's always there for me if I need him.

But I don't respond to his question. I'm currently staring at the singular blanket. I really thought everything had turned out perfectly, the last of the wool I had spun was used to make the last blanket, I thought it was a miracle that there was the perfect amount. But clearly I miss counted, and all the sheep had been sheered too, so I can't-

"Y/n?"

"Oh...um- yeah." I look up at him. "Took me, um, took me ages!" Shuck.

He looks at me thoroughly, eyebrows furrowed, and then he looks into the basket. "There's only one left isn't there."

I nod, slowly.

"Well that's alright!" He smiles once again and picked up the blanket, thrusting it towards me. "Here, it's the least you deserve after all that hard work."

"No no no, I made them for you guys. Really, honestly it's fine."

"Y/n, come on, you made them, you deserve one."

"No Newt, it's for you."

"Y/n, take it."

"No, it's yours."

"Y/n."

"I've gotta go. See you tomorrow!" And with that, I turn on my heels and walk away as quickly as possible, leaving him stood there with the last blanket.

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That night, each and every glader is wrapped in their new gifts.

It's rewarding to see them all so contempt during the harsh nights. But a part of me does wish I made them all just a little bit smaller, perhaps then there would be enough wool left for me to have my own. Tonight is particularly bad, like, I can't comprehend how any of the boys are asleep when such harsh cold winds are roaring in my ears. I tried curling up into a foetal position 10 minutes ago, and now I can't move, because if I do then the rest of my hammock, which has been exposed to the elements, will surely freeze my limbs off upon contact.

I am shaking and my teeth are chattering so loud I'm scared I might wake the other gladers. I contemplate putting on every piece of clothing I have to try and insulate myself, but that would require me to move and I don't have many pieces of clothing in the first place.

I can no longer feel anything in my hands or feet and just as I feel the tears welling up in my eyes I hear footsteps. No one should be up at this time and I almost build up the will power to lift my head before the person speaks.

"Are you alright, love?" Newt.

I try speaking but it only comes out as stutters and more chattering teeth, "I-i-m-m f-f-f-ine." How embarrassing.

"You don't seem it. I couldn't stand the thought of you laying here all cold with no blanket, especially on a night like this, so I thought I'd come and help out."

I lift my head to see him stood there holding the blanket I made him. I'm about to go on about how I made it for him and I'll borrow someone's spare hoodie tomorrow, but before I could speak I am lifted into the air and out of my hammock.

Newt doesn't let my feet touch the ground while he lays in my hammock himself, him on the bottom and me laying on top of him. He begins to drape the blanket over the both of us, making sure to tuck in the sides to stop any cold air from getting in. Once he's done that his arms snake around me, and I take a moment to address what's just happened.

"Newt?"

"Mhm?" He sounds sleepy.

"Thank you."

"Well I can't just let you freeze, can I?"

We both lay there in silence, and instead of falling asleep to the wind roaring in my ears, I fall asleep to the sound of Newt's heart beating.

girly rockstar!reader x Tom Kaulitz

Summary: Reader is a hyper-pink, girly rockstar, when it's her first night being invited on stage with Tokio Hotel to perform their collaboration song, the fans start to notice some tension between her and a certain guitarist

A/N: this is what happens when you have an idea but not the writing skills to properly execute it.