summary ; you see a tiktok trend and decide to see if you boyfriend will help you participate in it
pairing ; jj maybank x fem!reader
notes ; soft jj, kissing, video filming, hp & family guy references
a/n ; my first public writing, hopefully ppl see this. if y’all do send requests? i think you can do that.. but enjoy <3
— tiktok in question —
scrolling on tiktok with kie sitting next to you, you came across a video of a girl putting makeup on her best friends face. you let out a small giggle at the thought of your boyfriend with mascara and pretty pink lips.
“what’s funny?” kie asked turning to peek at your phone.
you showed her the video and got up to go find your beloved boyfriend, who coincidentally, had just walked into the room.
“jj, can you help me with something?” you looked at him with pouty lips and sparkles in your eyes only he could see
he lifted a brow and grinned as he looked at you, knowing you were up to something, “it depends on what that ‘something’ is, baby,”
kie let out a quiet laugh from behind you as she threw your phone towards him, letting him watch the video you previously showed her. knowing you’d be able to convince him happy or not, you started searching through the drawers of your vanity in hopes of having your makeup bag in one of them.
“no way,” jj scoffed with a shake of his head, “you’re not putting makeup on me.”
giving a knowing look to kie, she walked out and closed the door behind her.
this is where the fun began.
after 10 minutes of begging, smacking, pecks to the cheek and tugging, you finally managed to convince your lover to let you do his pretty boy makeup.
you sat on the counter of your bathroom sink with jj standing in between your thighs with his eyes looking straight at you.
“don’t give me that look” he said with a quick eye roll
you smiled as you uncapped the ‘better than sex’ mascara in your hands, “roll your eyes and i’ll poke your eye out with my wand.”
“wand? what are you a witch?” he replied with a soft grin. you lifted his chin and softly ran the inked bristles across his long lashes. god those lashes of his you wish you had. why were men blessed with female preferred features?
“i am, i casted a love spell on you a couple years ago,” you laughed and scolded him for blinking shortly after.
he stared at you in silence, admiring your pretty eyes that get smaller when you smile. the soft lips he kissed every morning he woke up next to you. your perfect nose that just seemed to fit your face structure perfectly. everything about you he fell in love with more by the second, minute, hour and day.
jj was never good at english class but ask him to write an essay about you and you’d get maybe a 20 page google document.
getting sucked out of his thoughts as you painted his thin lips a soft shade of pink, “what’s on your mind, j?”
“nothing, just how powerful your spell is on me. did you go to hogwarts, baby?” he questioned with a smile, pushing the strands of hair that covered your pretty face behind your ear.
“fuck yeah, i was fighting dementors and shit” you answered while filling in his eyebrows and putting highlighter in the corners of his eyes.
you finished after another couple minutes and while pulling out your phone to find the audio you were going to use, jj spoke up with a concerned tone in his voice,
“are you actually going to record me in this?!”
looking up from your phone to look at him you saw his filled in eyebrows furrowed, “duh, that’s the point of the trend, j” you stated.
you weren’t going to let his worried expression get to you because you knew you’d be able to kiss it away in a couple minutes.
he let out a whine in protest but you had already started the video, doing your part, you lip-synced
“do you or do you not feel bonita?”
and with a turn of the phone, the camera faced him and he slightly panicked not knowing what to say.
“you didn’t tell me what i’m supposed to say!”
your lips shaped into an ‘o’ and proceeded to explain how to do the tiktok.
once again, with the flip of the camera jj awkwardly worded his part
“.. um i feel bonita”
“wonderful, because you look bonita!” you grinned and went back to your phone to caption and post the video
jj pushed your phone aside and placed his lips on yours, in desperate need of affection. you let out a quiet gasp as you were caught off guard but kissed him back anyways.
he placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled away slowly. “do my lips feel prettier?”
you snorted and tilted your head in confusion
“y’know, because they look prettier, do they feel prettier?” he asked again, trying to explain his question
you placed another kiss on his lips and nodded, “yes they feel prettier, baby”
he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he peppered your face with kisses, leaving pretty pink marks on your glowing skin.
he smiled, pleased with the outcome of his make over.
a win is a win.
WOAHHH FIRST WRITING HOW WAS THAT.??
hopefully people see this 😓
but anyways i’m a whore for some jj fluff, and the trend has been flooding my fyp so ofc i had to write for my love ❤️🩹
thinking abt doing a dress up party with reader and the pogues!! maybe tmrr? 🤭
shy!fem!reader helping jj shave came to mind today, so here’s this brain rot. it’s all i can manage rn, so i gave this like zero effort. requests are open.
cw; fluff, lower case intended
he’s gazing down at you like you invented the stars and the night sky. delicately gliding a sharp razor to his shaving cream-clad jawline, tongue poking outwardly past your bottom lip in concentration. he’d stayed firm in the idea that he couldn’t reach a certain spot, but really it was an excuse to be in the position he is now.
sat atop the bathroom counter, his pretty girl encapsulated between his legs, whilst both his hands strum at the small of your back. smoothing over the skin in rhythmic and medolic patterns, all to assure you that what you were doing was fine and that you weren’t going to hurt him.
he trusted you.
“don’t concentrate so hard baby, s’just peach fuzz.”
your cheeks tainted cherry red, knowing full well he was toying and picking fun at you. but still you couldn’t help it, you were timid tenfold in the fact that you’d fuck this up at any given moment, anxious from jj’s fiery touch against your skin. but even still you didn’t respond, overthinking what he just said and letting it consume you.
“only fucking with you, you’re doing prefect, pretty girl.”
you clear your throat, the sentence that left from his lips erupted inside of you rapidly causing many heartfelt butterflies to erupt like clockwork. you lower your hands, dipping the razor under the faucet, on the verge of shaving the remaining bits of facial hair. until he grabs your wrist, stopping you from shaving the spot thus far.
“you don’t have to take me so seriously …” his raspy voice reminded you, chuckling all at once. you awkwardly peered at the floor that peeked through past jj’s thighs. praying a miracle would whisk you away from this seemingly horrid and cumbersome encounter. and still you choose not to answer, the silence was enough to speak for itself. his large hands travel from the small of your back to cup your cheeks. thumbing over your cheek bones, encouraging you to look at him.
and you do, because how could you resist such a lingering, igniting touch.
there was something so sensational and satisfying about eye contact to jj, especially coming from you, someone that was so distantly shy to begin with but he’d made it his own personal agenda to have you fawning after him.
having a reserved appetite for solely him.
eyes meeting eyes, it seems as though he’s going to slump backward into the bathroom mirror at how doll like your features are painted. God, he wanted to squish your cheeks with the palms of his hands. lips pursing outward, forming a pout that is making jj unable to contain himself.
“oh … uh-okay … i won’t j.” his stomach churns longingly at the harmony of your effortlessly orchestrated voice.
“don’t get all shy on me baby.”
you were melting past his fingertips, eyelashes kissing the tops of your cheeks. and he feels like he’s holding his future in his hands, you that is. gentle and fragile with the one who has his heart. a quirk of his mouth, giving you a mischievous grin. his plump lips on your jaw, your neck, smearing the shaving cream all over you, blonde locks tickling as they followed.
Hiii babes this my first time ever requesting anything for anyone but could you do a JJ Maybank headcannon of dating him (I love those) or a blurb of when he comes back from surfing and cuddles the reader? I love ya!
IDCNTLIKEDARNESS MILESTONE EVENT ★
pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader warnings; fluff, suggestive authors note; i’m going to do both !! i just can’t resist and i feel like both of your ideas would complement this event well. thank you for trusting me with you first request. masterlist — jj maybank masterlist
JJ nearly washed up with the shore, waves tumbling off of the backs of his ankles.
Board shorts sticking to his flesh, accentuating his tanned, sinewy thighs. The sun accentuated it’s rays, on the shore— perfect for the ‘tan’ you were supposed to be getting. Really though, it was a mere excuse to see JJ surf, anything that brought the slightest quirk to his features always brought you to the most vivid state of joy in turn.
And the view, no, not the orange and pink hue painted sky but the one that is approaching you. The one that’s abs are evenly carved into the muscles of his stomach, with slick blonde tresses that are laced with water whilst a sloppy smile is plastered on his face at the sight of you. You however, had a scrunched nose and a skimpy bathing suit that was currently riding up— you’d admit it was only to fluster JJ, which always worked.
“Couldn’t take it any longer, I was having withdrawals.”
His breathless figure, throws his cherry rouge surf board down beside you. Taking your near naked figure in on such a dainty towel, and his crystal orbs nearly bulge out of his skull.
“From what?”
Clueless, JJ kicks sand as he’s making his way around you. Body towering over yours— his standing stature overlaps yours, legs separated whilst his feet were on either side of you. And the last thing you were expecting was for him to sit directly on top of your legs— a cushion for what he was really after.
“Your ass,” he toys with the material of your bathing suit, poking and prodding the flesh with grabby hands. Nearly kneading it in a way, as if his calloused fingertips were meant to do so.
With a scoff, you reach your arm back to swat his hand away. As it was a public place, but by any means necessary JJ doesn’t give a fuck. “Just my ass?”
“Maybe you … just a little baby,” he half-joked. Humming to himself, the intenseness of the waves he surfed began to catch up to him more rapidly than he would’ve liked.
“Mhm.”
You hummed, the weight of JJ then shifts— losing the feeling in your legs from your lover having placed his full weight there. Though that was petty to what he does now, he encapsulates you— lying his stomach against your back, allowing the rest of his limbs to mimic yours. Lying directly on top of you, air knocked from your lungs. Sinking in with the grains of sand.
“Need a cuddle, pretty girl.”
His head rests on the back of your shoulder, skin that was once dry is now soaked— but you couldn’t seem to complain about that, only the crushing limbs atop yours. He places loose, lingering pecks to the back of your neck, every one more leisurely with the more exhausted he grew.
“You’re squishing me J.”
The shush he gave you, rippled through your skin, having left his lips in the open space. Hooded eyes, falling low, trying to stay awake even in the slightest.
“Squishin’ you with love” he mumbled, babbling almost— as he can’t make out words. “Givin’ you all my love, baby.”
request; omg can we get one where it’s like that one trend on tiktok where the girls wearing lipstick n it goes to her bf w kisses on his face😭😭😭 PLEASE I KEEP SAYING IT EVERYWHERE
warnings; fluff, maybe suggestive
pairing; jj x fem!reader
authors note; i’ve seen the tiktoks too my fyp is obx and couples rn :,) love this, thank u for sending this in. after the day i’ve had i enjoyed writing something small and pure. and i accidentally posted your ask when trying to save to drafts i ended up posting it so i hope u still see this <3
lipstick tiktok (example)
“The red lipstick is new, baby.”
JJ’s voice was raspy, having sat in that same criss crossed position for around an hour, on the carpeted floor beside you, whilst you brushed makeup products gently to your skin. Detailed review of the products you typically use, and that deep rouge lipstick was not one of them.
You were sat at your vanity, preparing for a party at the boneyard. It was the last get together for the summer, so you were tedious in being sure that this makeup look was one to remember.
He resembled that of a small child, the way he’s been beaming up in astonishment. Admiring every move you make to enhance the impeccable beauty you already had to start with. And reminiscing at the fact that you were his, truthfully his in every way.
“Mhm,” you breathe, deciphering wether or not you should take the risk of wearing the color or not. Typically sticking to nudes and neutrals, this was something out of your comfort zone.
“You gonna’ wear it?”
“Should I?”
He gives you a ‘you would look perfect wearing a fucking trash bag, did you really just ask me that’ look. His hand grasps your thigh, thumb reassuring you against your flesh, with small circular motions. Replacing his thumb with his chin, you feel the bone dig into the thick skin— this required a better view than the one he had.
“Course’ pretty girl,” he batted his eyelashes with promise. “Now put that shit on, m’waiting.”
At that, you hesitantly take the top off of the black capsule. Twisting it up for more of the substance, revealing an untouched dark bloody shade of deep red— the most powerful shade. Divine femme fatale, if you will.
JJ could’ve sworn he shattered into a thousand bits, bursting at the seams. The way your mouth parted open delicately to apply it, so intimate and sensual.
Being that it was pigmented you merely needed a few strokes. To JJ’s dismay though, he wanted to rewind that moment, bringing it in closely to store in his brain for the long run.
Open at an angle so sacred he could sob from the sheer euphoric look.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” he can’t help the words that spill past his lips. Nearly in a trace, and he swore he felt drool leave his mouth.
“Yeah?”
You snap the cap back on, standing from the stool, sliding it inward, and JJ follows suit. Someone that was melting moments ago is now towering over you.
“Definitely baby.”
Sort of repaying him in a way, you flash a toothy grin at him, lipstick effortlessly lining your plump lips— you lean forward cupping his jaw with your palms. JJ happily obliged, not caring about the stains the redness would leave on his features. He couldn’t have asked for anything more, actually.
Your lips pucker softly, pressing kisses to every inch of skin you could reach on his face. From the small freckles that littered his jawline to the top of his forehead that was fanned by the tufts of his blonde tresses. Everywhere.
His heated cheeks. Kiss.
The button-like tip of his nose. Kiss.
His chin. Kiss.
His longing lips. Kiss.
Your mouth shape reflected on his tanned face, intricate lining of your lips, every crevice. Fragile and slow with each and every kiss.
Catching your breath, both you and JJ peer into the vanity mirror. He pulls you into his side chuckling at the reflection. His pretty face, painted in the marks of your lips. Yours, lipstick smeared with swollen lips.
This was when JJ strongly believed in the saying of ‘ruin her lipstick, not her mascara.’
“Gotta wipe it off now, J.”
You reach for a makeup wipe, not wanting your boyfriend to embarrass himself at the event to come. But he forces you into his chest to peer up at him, causing your eyebrows to knit together.
“Leave it.”
He adored the lingering sensation of your lips to the subtle skin. Wanting every part of him to be a reminder of you.
So that anyone that walks pass him could clear as day see, he desperately belonged to his lover.
hi!! if you are still accepting requests, may i reques for a toddler reid or baby hotchner approaching their dad in the bau when they start to get frustrated/ overwhelmed and just taps their dad and is all like "big 'motions" and hotch or reid helps them? thanks so much
Y/N is in Garcia's office and keeps on failing to keep the crayons in the lines of the coloring page. After failing another time, Y/N lets out a quiet growl of frustration.
She looks up at her aunt who is typing away on her computer.
"Penny." Y/N calls.
"Yeah, sweet girl?" Penelope turns to her.
"Dada." Y/N demands, a pout resting on her lips. Penelope frowns at the upset look in the girl's eyes.
"Of course. Okay. Come on, we'll get you to dada." Penelope gets up, leading the toddler out. Penelope watches as Y/N makes her way to Spencer's desk, only returning to her office when Spencer is aware she's there.
"Dada." Y/N whines, tugging on Spencer's pant leg.
"Yeah? What, sweetie?" Spencer quietly asks, frowning when he notices the tears in her eyes.
"Big 'motions." Y/N sniffles, her hands gently tugging on her ears.
"Okay. Hey, hey, don't tug, honey." Spencer gently removes her hands from her ears. "It's all right, baby. C'mere." He lifts her onto his lap, her facing him, and he hugs her.
Spencer grabs the stress ball he keeps on his desk and gives it to Y/N who takes it and starts to play with it. Spencer continues to rub her back and go through her hair, doing his best to comfort her.
After a while, Y/N sits up, glancing at her dad's work -- Spencer thankful no pictures are face up.
"You okay, honey?" Spencer asks, smoothing his daughter's hair down. Y/N nods. "Can you tell me what the emotions were from?"
"Color." Y/N says.
"Coloring?" Spencer asks and Y/N nods. "Did you keep going outside the lines?" He asks and she nods. "That's okay, baby. You'll get better at it. Just takes some practice. You want to go back to Aunt Penny or you want to stay with me?"
"You." Y/N states, leaning back into his chest.
"Okay." Spencer mumbles. He kisses her on the head, continuing to deal with paperwork while Y/N cuddles into him.
summary | remus is concerned about the reaction you gave to him after he pulled a prank on you, based on this tiktok
pairing | dealer!remus lupin x fem!reader
warning | angst, fluff, grumpy/sunshine, mentions of slapping
word count | 1.0k
Profanities weren’t anything new to Remus, they had been integrated into his vocabulary since he could remember. Along with that, hearing him swear wasn’t anything new to you, you heard it constantly when he talked to people who came to buy from him.
But that tough personal, would wash away whenever he was around you. The brute dealer who turns into mush when he’s around you. Remus liked to keep you and the rest of his world separate, he didn’t want you around all the stuff he did, and made a promise to himself that he would never talk to you the way he would talk to the deadbeats who came to buy.
James and Sirius made fun of him constantly, saying that he was just puddy whenever you were around. And each time, he’d curse them out saying they would be the same if they had someone like you in their life.
He couldn’t taint someone like you when his profession, constantly Remus thought if you were truly right in the mind being with him, and though hearing you reassure him endlessly, making sure you told him ‘I love you’ at least once a day, Remus still couldn’t believe what he ever did to deserve you.
Remus lavished you, made sure you had everything you wanted and more, because he was happy when you were happy.
-
“Fuck off!” Remus swore at his best friend (even though you were his actual best friend). “I’m not doing that to her.”
James and Sirius had met you a handful of times and they could tell how sweet Remus was on you, and after seeing how Remus acts around everyone else, they wanted to do a little test.
Sirius was the first to think of it. He remembered how you liked making dinner for Remus when he came home. Remus never asked, never requested anything, just eating whatever you made because he hadn't had a home cooked meal in a long time.
James had practically set up the whole situation, when he came home, calling you a bitch, while asking you what's for dinner. Remus stared in horror at his friends, he couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t call any bad name. Both boys were even shocked when Remus agreed, though they now owe Remus something in the future.
Driving home that night, Remus contemplated actually going through with it. He loved you and could never do that to you, but he truly wanted to see how you would react to him.
Pulling into the driveway, turning the engine off, Remus’s hands were still on the steering wheel. Seeing the curtains open, letting him look through the window, seeing you in the kitchen, moving around the kitchen, prepping for dinner.
“She’s tough.” He muttered to himself, Remus taught you to make sure to stand up for yourself, making sure you don’t take shit from anyone. “She’ll put me in my place.”
Hearing the door open, and the footsteps coming closer and closer, just as you were about to speak, Remus beat you to it.
“Bitch, what’s for dinner?” Remus was already wincing at his tone.
Your eyes widened, turning away from the stove to face him. Remus watched the hopeful glimmer in your eye fade away, your entire face fallen. Composing yourself together, not wanting to cry in front of him, you answered meekly.
“Grilled cheese.” It came out as a whisper, letting the air travel your words.
Just for a split second, Remus looked at you before his eyes softened. You had looked scared of him, your body was shielding itself from him.
“If I ever.” Remus started, trying not to have his voice waver, he felt terrible in that moment, not being the person he promised you would be, because right now, you looked scared of him. “Ever, talk to you that way, you smack me right across the face.”
Your eyes finally shifted to his, hearing the sincere voice in his voice, the pleading look in his eyes, just wanting to say something to him.
“Okay?” He finished, still not hearing a word from you, scared to death that you’d just leave him in the kitchen alone.
“Okay.” You answered, still in that soft voice, like you were scared to raise your voice any louder.
Remus strided across the kitchen, coming up to you, pulling you into him. Tightly wrapping his arms around you, your face pressed against his chest. Finally feeling you wrap your arms around him, he let out a deep breath, one that he didn’t know what he was holding.
Pulling away from you, bringing his hand up to your face, thumb tucked under your jaw, the rest of his hand resting against your cheek, caressing your skin softly.
“Do it.” He whispered. You looked back up at him confused, “Smack me.”
“Rem I can’t do that.” You shook your head rapidly, “It’s okay, I understand but-”
“Please.” He closed his eyes, “For a split second, you looked scare of me, I never want to make you scared of me again.”
You never answered, Remus closing his eyes awaiting his fate. Feeling a small brush against his cheek, he peeked open his eyes, “You practicing?”
He tried to lighten up the situation.
“I did it, I slapped you.” You answered.
“Love, you brushed your fingers against my cheek.” He closed his eyes, a grin forming on his lips.
“That was.” You protested, not wanting to argue, he just agreed, finally unwrapping his around you.
“You okay dove?” He asked, not wanting to leave the situation with unanswered questions, “You know I’d never intentionally wanted to do that to you, James and Sirius thought of the idea.”
“Seems like them.” You hummed, turning back flipping your grilled cheese, smiling at the little charred pieces.
Coming up behind you, Remus rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Do I still get dinner?”
Twisting your head to the side, he looked like a puppy who had been caught clawing at the couch.
“Of course.” You pressed a kiss to his chin, “Can never stay mad at you.”
clingy, kinda soft bakugou <3 no pronouns are mentioned!
it's late.
in fact, at this hour of the night, bakugou katsuki would be in bed, peacefully resting his body to prepare for another day of pro-heroing.
or rather, that should be what he's doing. instead, he's dragging his sore, tired self out of bed to find wherever you could be that's not in his arms. he's dearly missed the warmth that came from the other side of the mattress, which you occupied.
footsteps softly trudging along the planks of your home, bakugou discovers you in the kitchen, sitting at the island with your laptop underneath a singular, dim light source that hung over your head. the bluelight glasses that accompanied your face illuminated the screen of the laptop, and in his delirium, the blond notices that you're typing away on some sort of document.
he huffs, hoping that it would capture your attention... but to no avail, and bakugou is absolutely flabbergasted. how could you ignore him?
what could be more important than your lover that just wanted your attention to come to bed?
he tries over and over again, and it's not until bakugou coughs that he finally captures your attention, unfortunately for his impatience.
"you scared me," you sighed, hand going over your heart, "what's up?"
"come to bed, doofus," he grumbles, walking over to where you sat and draping himself over your body freely. you ignore him as if there's no problem, pretending as if there isn't some muscular hero splayed across your back, placing most of his weight onto you.
you continue typing away, irking bakugou to no end, "i'm almost done. go back to sleep without me, i'll be there soon."
"it's 3am."
"and?"
"and you're not where you're supposed to be, which is sleeping beside me."
a laugh filters through bakugou's ears, and he looks at you with an inquisitive stare, "katsuki, you have work tomorrow. go rest."
"and you have to visit me tomorrow on your day off, and i refuse to talk to your tired-ass that should've listened to me."
that's a lie. bakugou would do anything for you, regardless of whatever state you're in, because even though it seems like he hates taking care of you, but he's always at your beck and call regardless of the teasing he endures from you.
"wow, you really do care about me," you muttered, pretending to act touched as bakugou rolls his eyes, moving his arms to wrap firmly around your waist.
"as if. i just can't sleep without ya there. 'tis all," he grumbles through his teeth, "i don't care about your health."
a smile adorns your face. it's so obvious he's lying, judging by the way he's pressing his face against your shoulder and holding you tightly against him.
you fuel the fire, "and you wonder why i'm not going to bed."
"y/n," he groans, borderline whining.
"bakugou," you mimic, not tearing your eyes from the laptop screen.
"you can't pull out the last name on me, you little shit!"
"i can do whatever i want, bakugou katsuki."
"if you don't get up and come to bed in peace, i am going to resort to violence."
"please don't blow up the house again-"
in an instant, you're being picked up effortlessly and bakugou is carrying you out of the kitchen, shutting your laptop lid and turning off the lights simultaneously, before bringing you to your shared bedroom.
he throws you on the bed in an undignified manner and climbs in not too long after, pushing you down by leaning most of his weight on your body. the ironic part is that he carefully plucks your glasses off your face, gently putting them on the nightstand before flopping back over you, arms wrapped securely around your middle
bakugou sighs contently, melting into your warmth completely when your hands have found their home in his ruffled hair. he shifts his leg to rest over your hips, making sure that you couldn't escape as he continues basking in his paradise.
you almost want to scold him but you know that bakugou does this for you because he knows it's what is best for you. when you forget to take care of yourself and succumb to the feeling of never having motivation, he'll always be there to pull you back.
he's corrected multiple of your deprecating habits; such as going to bed late by forcing you to sleep when he does since he can't sleep without you. on the contrary, you've softened his edges a little, showing the explosive blond what it's like to be able to rely on someone else for a change.
as much of a pain in the ass bakugou was, you wouldn't have it any other way.
"i lovb youu, shtupid," he whispers against your neck, muffled. "shay it back."
a small laugh echoes through the space, "i love you too, katsuki."
"good, now go to shleep, or i will be mad."
"goodnight."
"goodnight."
and as rough as bakugou katsuki could be, he always made you feel loved, even in the darkness of your bedroom with him laying half on top of you.
last night, you had your very first sleepover with katsuki.
it was perfect. no snoring or sleep walking, no blanket hogging, and most importantly—no pro hero work pulling him away in the morning. the only thing that would’ve made it better, is some clarity.
you’re dating katsuki, but it’s not official—he’s not your boyfriend. you wonder if maybe, he’s just not that into you, or perhaps, he just doesn’t have the time. time—something he’s never had enough of, that has to be it, right?
your very first date, it was a two parter, because he was needed elsewhere mid mapo tofu. a few other dates after that were also cut short—maybe he thinks you just don’t know each other well enough yet? is it even possible for someone like him to think that way? whatever the reason, you need to know.
“morning katsuki,” you murmur, shuffling into the kitchen as you pull your sleeves up over your fists. you have a clear goal in mind—but he’s cooking, without a shirt, and suddenly your mission is ten times more difficult. is this what being a pro hero feels like?
“morning,” he mumbles back, glancing up briefly as you lean against the counter.
“what am i to you?” shit, how did that slip out? you could’ve sworn you asked how he slept.
“a fuckin’ headache,” he replies, sliding two glasses out of the cupboard and onto the counter. he opens the fridge, grabbing the carton of apple juice, and the carton of orange juice.
date three, part one—you had a heated debate over which is better, apple or orange. katsuki told you he doesn’t like to chew his damn beverages, and you told him that, believe it or not, they make orange juice without pulp. still, he went on about the bitterness, the acidity, and the horrid oj and toothpaste combo—yet here he is having both in his refrigerator—how odd.
“c’mon, i’m serious,” you urge, watching the liquids cascade into their respective cups.
“so ‘m i.” he nudges your glass towards you, bringing his own up to his lips and chugging it.
“but, i’m in your apartment,” you pause, noticing the way his face contorts into a full on sentence—one that reads yeah, no shit. “i slept in your bed with you, i’m wearing your shirt,” you continue, gesturing to the long sleeve currently swallowing you whole.
“you’re talkin’ my damn ear off too,” he breathes, wiping an arm over his mouth.
by date five, it was obvious that katsuki’s actions spoke louder than his words—which is impressive considering just how loud his words are. puddles lined the streets that evening, courtesy of the afternoon downpour. it was busy, drivers lost in their own little worlds as they drove past—and each and every time, katsuki would angle his body to the right just a bit. he cursed every last one of them who sped by, and he was absolutely miserable by the time you made it off the main roads but, at least you were dry.
“nevermind,” you say, sliding into a chair at the dining table. you’ve decided that, whatever this is—it’s good enough for you.
but it was on date one part two that katsuki knew you were it for him. after running out on you just three nights prior, he was glad you even showed up—but you went one step further. you sat there with that pretty smile on your face. no eye rolls, no guilt trips, and not a single snide remark or complaint. you even offered to pay for the meal—as if he would ever let you do such a thing, but he found it cute nonetheless. so, he owes you this.
“hey,” he barks, causing your head to snap up. the two plates he had set on the counter are full now, he must be done. “you’re mine.”
the look on your face must’ve said it all, because he’s choking back a laugh as he carries your plates over. you’re his? why did he blurt it out so casually? are you missing something?
“oh c’mon,” he huffs, plopping down in the seat next to you. he turns, trailing his eyes up and down your figure. “you slept on my damn side of the bed, in my fuckin’ shirt.”
he gave you this shirt—right before he told you to go wait in bed while he tidied up—how the hell were you supposed to know he has a specific side?
“don’t play dumb,” he pauses, scowl growing as he watches you reach for a piece of food with your bare hands. he grabs your wrist, ushering for you to let him roll your sleeves up—like hell he’s gonna sit back and watch you get his shirt dirty.
he folds the fabric with precision, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hide his smile—but he just can’t.
hi! can you please write a fic about clingy bf spencer reid? i would love it! thank you!!
Just a Phone Call Away (S.R.)
Spencer's knee injury means he's stuck at Quantico while the rest of the team go off to hunt an unsub. And he does not cope well with being away from you for long.
Word Count: 1,986
Warnings: clingy!Spencer, gn!reader, fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, gun shot
This was such a good request omg
“Reid, I’m sorry but you’re staying here,” Hotch ordered. Spencer’s face contorted into an annoyed expression.
“Hotch, come on. I’m fine,” he argued. “The doctor said if my knee didn’t hurt I could still fly.”
“I don’t care what your doctor said,” Hotch said sternly. “You are not getting on our jet with your knee in a brace. You’ll stay here and help Garcia. That’s an order.”
Spencer slumped in his chair, defeated.
“Spencer, I’ll be fine,” you urged him. You were about to get on the jet and leave Spencer in Virginia. Since the two of you had started dating you’d never been apart for long. Being on the same team made that possible. But now that Spencer was being forced to stay behind while you left to hunt an unsub, he realised just how much he dreaded being away from you.
“Yeah, but what if you get hurt?” he asked.
“We’ve been in the field together more times than I can count. Why the sudden concern for my safety?” you replied.
“Because I won’t be there this time. If you get hurt there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“Spence, I’m not a child. I can handle myself,” you smiled and pulled him into your embrace.
“I’ll miss you,” Spencer mumbled into your shoulder.
“You’re so soppy,” you teased him. “But I’ll miss you too. And remember, I’ll just be a phone call away.”
Spencer watched miserably as the jet took off and flew you far away from him. He didn’t realise how much of a co-dependent person he was until he met you. The thought of you potentially being in a life threatening situation while he sat uselessly with his knee in a brace made him feel physically sick.
The wheels of the jet had barely left the runway when your phone chimed. You picked it up and chuckled when you saw the message.
I love you. Please be safe. ❤️
You quickly typed a reply.
Only if you promise to rest your knee. I love you too <3
Emily noticed you smiling down at your phone and asked, “Is that Spencer?”
“Yeah,” you responded. “We’ve only been apart for 30 minutes and he’s already worried about me.”
“He’s clingy, huh?” Emily said.
“Incredibly.”
The flight wasn’t long and soon you, JJ and Rossi were settled in a cramped conference room in the local police department. As usual, Hotch had called Garcia on the plane to give the briefing. This time Spencer sat beside her on the small laptop screen. Hotch had told you all what to do when you landed and instructed Spencer to work on victimology back at Quantico.
When you saw his name pop up on your phone you assumed he’d found some connections between the victims. You put your phone on speaker so your teammates could hear before answering.
“Hey, you got something?”
There was a pause before Spencer spoke.
“Uh, no, not yet. I was just calling to make sure you landed safely.”
“It was a very smooth landing, Reid. No complaints,” Rossi said and JJ laughed. Your face blushed red and you grabbed your phone to turn it off speaker.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was on speaker,” Spencer’s voice crackled over the line.
“It’s ok. It’s just me now,” you said, walking out of the conference room. “Did you really just call to see if I got here ok.”
“Of course I did,” Spencer said as if it was obvious. “What if the jet crashed? I just wanted to make sure you were safe.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. Spencer was one of the most rational people you knew. But when it came to you he was so illogical it was laughable.
“Well, Spence, I’m fine,” you told him. “Listen, I have to go. Call me if you find anything.”
Spencer said goodbye and you hung up.
Hotch had sent you and Rossi to interview one of the victims families later that day. You were in the middle of listening to the mother of the victim talk about her son when your phone started ringing. When you saw that it was Spencer you excused yourself and stepped out into the kitchen.
“Yeah,” you said quickly, not wanting to miss much of the interview.
“Hey, can you talk?” Spencer asked plainly.
“Uh, not really,” you said confused. He knew you were working. Why would he think you could talk? “Why? Do you need something?”
“No, I just wanted to hear your voice,” he said softly. “But it’s ok if you’re doing something.”
“Sorry, Spence, we’re interviewing a victim’s family,” you apologised. “But I’ll call you later. I promise.”
“Ok, I love you.”
“I love you too. Bye,” you said before hanging up and going back to the interview.
You got to the hotel the team were staying at pretty late that night. You had just showered and were about to call Spencer as you promised when your phone rang. Of course it was Spencer.
“Hey, I was just about to call you,” you said when you answered.
“Oh, good, you’re ok. It was getting late and I was starting to get worried,” Spencer quickly rambled.
“Oh my God, please stop worrying about me,” you said a little sharply. “I just lost track of time at the police department. You don’t have to call me every two seconds.”
“I’m sorry,” Spencer said with a small voice. “I can’t help it.”
You sighed to calm yourself down. It was cute that he cared so much about you. But the constant calls were starting to wear you down a little.
“I know. And I’m sorry too. I should be more appreciative that you worry about me.”
You were both silent for a moment. You regretted snapping at Spencer. You knew how clingy he was after all. A few seconds passed before Spencer broke the silence.
“Can we switch to facetime?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow.
“Sure, but why?”
“I want to see you,” he explained.
You hastily switched the call to facetime and his face appeared on your screen. It was dark aside from the dim glow of the lamp beside his bed. His hair was pulled back and still slightly damp.
“You happy now?” you said, smiling at him.
“Very,” he replied.
Your mouth opened into a wide yawn and Spencer’s face dropped.
“You’re tired,” he observed. “Do you want me to go?”
“No, it’s ok. It’s just been a long day,” you replied. But as you spoke you yawned again. “Ok, maybe I am tired,” you admitted.
“Can we stay on facetime when we fall asleep?” Spencer asked shyly. You let out a short giggle at his suggestion.
“You really can’t live without me, can you?” you asked with a smirk.
“Nope,” Spencer said. “And I’m not ashamed of it.”
You set your phone on the pillow beside you and drifted off to sleep. Spencer stared at you long after you’d lost consciousness, just listening to your breathing and imagining you were really there beside him.
The next day Spencer didn’t stop incessantly calling you. He called you in the morning. He called you when you were delivering the profile. He called you when you were driving to a suspect’s house. You tried your best to see the good in it but if he unnecessarily called you one more time you were afraid you were going to lose it.
You and Emily had just arrived at a suspect’s house. This man had been spotted near two of the crime scenes just minutes before the murders. You were betting he was your unsub. You knocked on his door but no one answered. That’s when Emily noticed a shed around the back of the house. You followed her towards it but stopped abruptly when your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You swore under your breath when you saw Spencer’s name on the screen. You told Emily you’d only be a minute and answered your phone.
“Spencer, I love you but please for the love of God do not call me for the next few hours,” you snapped.
“Actually, I was calling to tell you you’re definitely at the unsub’s house. His prints match the ones found at the crime scene,” Spencer said bluntly. You could hear the offence in his voice.
“Oh,” you said, cursing yourself for letting your anger get the better of you. “Well, thanks. Sor-,”
You were interrupted by a gun shot that made you jump out of your skin. You quickly blurted out, “Spence, I have to go,” before hanging up.
It turned out the gun shot came from Emily’s gun. The unsub had snuck up on you while you were on the phone and was about to shoot you before Emily pulled her gun on him. Now, you were on your way back home. The case was closed. You’d tried calling Spencer multiple times before getting on the plane but he wasn’t picking up. You figured he was angry at you for losing your temper.
When you finally touched down at Quantico the first thing you did was go looking for Spencer. You didn’t find him at his desk so you headed towards Garcia’s office.
“Hey, have you seen Spencer?” you asked when you entered. “I’ve been calling him but he hasn’t been picking up.”
“Oh, you didn’t hear?” she said, surprised.
“Hear, what?”
“Well, when Spencer heard that gun shot over the phone he didn’t know if you were ok,” Garcia began. “He started panicking and the idiot got up without his crutches and fell over.”
Your jaw dropped. “Is he ok?” you questioned.
“I took him to the hospital and the doctor said he should be on bed rest for the next few weeks, but he’s fine,” Garcia explained. “He probably hasn’t called you because he’s sleeping.”
“Ok, thanks Penelope,” you said, relieved to know Spencer was ok.
You got to Spencer’s apartment as fast as you could and used the key he gave you to let yourself in. You headed straight towards his bedroom and opened the door just a crack. When you peeked inside you saw Spencer lying sprawled out on top of the covers, his knee covered in a new bandage and brace. The steady rise and fall of his chest told you that he was in fact sleeping as Garcia had said.
You quietly made your way to the bed and sat down beside him. Leaning down, you placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and whispered his name.
He sniffed and stirred from his slumber. When he registered who was sitting next to him his eyes immediately lit up.
“You’re back,” he croaked, sleep still evident in his voice. “Are you ok? I heard a gun shot.”
“I’m fine,” you told him. “Never better.”
Spencer grabbed your hand so tightly he cut off your blood flow.
“I was right when I said you can’t live without me,” you laughed.
“Being away from you almost killed me,” he replied.
“Well, you got that right. You got put on bed rest.”
Spencer suddenly buried his head in your chest. “I missed you so much,” he murmured into your shirt.
“I missed you too, baby,” you said, kissing his forehead once more.
Spencer’s arms wrapped so tightly around you, you could barely move. He practically glued himself to you. You had planned on taking a shower and changing out of your work clothes but he had you in such a chokehold that all you could do was lie down beside him as he wrapped himself around you even more. He breathed in your scent and immediately started to melt into you, as though all the tension in his body vanished in your presence.
“Please, don’t ever leave me again,” he said.
“I won’t. I promise,” you whispered, stroking his hair as he fell asleep, happy to be in your arms again.
warnings/content: takes place the same afternoon you agree to fake date, the first time you walk home together, the start of Oikawa's habit of kissing you goodbye
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“You’re fake dating Oikawa Toru?”
“SHHH,” you cover your friend’s mouth. “We’re in public right now!”
She shoves your hand away. “Why are you-” she holds up air quotes, “- fake dating him?”
“He says that he’s tired of Iwa-chan hitting him over his fans flooding practice after school,” you shrug.
“So what’s in it for you?”
You don’t get a chance to answer because a heavy arm is thrown over your shoulder and you’re gently pulled into a broad chest.
“Dating me isn’t a big enough perk?” Oikawa grins.
“Shut up, shitty-kawa.” Iwa-chan appears next to you and smacks Oikawa upside the head.
“Oww, Iwa-chan! You said you’d stop hitting me if my fangirls stopped coming around!”
“Never said that.”
You laugh, “ready to go home, guys?”
Oikawa hardly gives you a chance to say goodbye to your friend before dragging you in the direction of the three of your homes, your bag draped over his shoulder and his heavy arm still resting on your shoulder.
Iwa-chan arrives home first. Oikawa is next, but he offers to walk you all the way.
You shrug off his arm and hold your arm out for your bag. “I think we’re far enough away from school now. I want my personal space back,” you joke.
Oikawa pouts. “But what if one of my fangirls is stalking me to find out where I live?”
You scoff, “who would be so obsessed with you that they’re willing to go that far?”
“Come on, y/n-chan. Please? It’s just a couple more streets.”
You sigh but let him pull you back into his orbit. This time, instead of wounding his arms over your shoulder, he clasps his hands around yours. When you look at him in question, he just shrugs, “giving you some of the personal space you asked for.”
When you arrive at your house, he uses his unoccupied hand to transfer your bag from his shoulder to yours but instead of letting your hand go, he pulls you in by your joined hands to face him. His empty hand clasps your other open one and he steps in closer. Instinctively, you try to backtrack, but he keeps you close with a steady grip. You’re standing face to face, both of your hands occupied by his.
The setting sun lights up your surroundings in orangy hues and you think the golden glow of the sunset is making you imagine the tender expression on his face.
“What are you doing,” you whisper.
He leans in even closer, until you feel his breath blowing on your forehead. “Oikawa-”
“Won’t you call me Toru? I see someone from our school over there.”
You don’t see which direction he’s nodding his head in, nor do you feel anyones’ eyes on the two of you, but you close your eyes and allow him to press a kiss onto your forehead.
hi!!! idk if you’ve done something like this before but if not can i please request reader doing spencer’s hair? just something v cute and fluffy ! thank u i love your writing sm 🫂
yes yes!! imagine like season 9 onwards hair!
“please? your hands are always cold and nice.”
you’re both laying on your rub before the fireplace. there’s no real reason you’re not on the sofa, you just like to lay on the floor and spencer rolls with it.
“spence,” you laugh when he shakes his head in your lap and his hair goes flying.
“please please?” he begs with a pout and you sigh, dropping your nails to his scalp.
“you’re spoilt, i hope you know that.” you mutter, but spencer’s eyes are closed and his shoulders are relaxing as your nails scratch his scalp.
this is the best part of his nights. spencer knows you love doing this much as he loves having you do it, but something about begging you makes it more satisfying for him.
“yeah yeah. spoilt, loved, what’s really the difference?”
his voice is thick already with how comfortable he is and it makes you grin.
“you’re silly loverboy.” you giggle when he scatters kisses across your forearm.
“whatever you say, just please get that spot- oh yeah right there baby.” you giggle at how he whines the words but kiss his nose.
he “acts” like he doesn’t like being in your space to give you a little more privacy and freedom, but honestly he would die if you moved away from him on the couch. he likes it when you lay your head on his shoulder and link your arm with his, or just put your feet in his lap while you guys watch something on tv. he gently caresses your ankle as he tries to keep a sweet smile from appearing on his lips. he loves to hold your hand often enough, just to feel your softness—his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. he also likes to gently grab your chin to make you face him and look him in the eye, doesn’t say anything, just looks at you - he just likes to make butterflies appear in your stomach and, even denying, in his too.
⤷ Deku
he likes you to lay your head on his lap and vice versa; he really likes to play with your hair or even the seams of your clothes, and he loves it when you do the same with him. he likes it when you’re standing between his legs or beside him, his hand playing with your hair while his arms are around you. also doesn’t want to let you go when you hug. not when he feel like you should be in his arms forever; leaving soft, tender kisses everywhere he reaches, just to make you stay a little longer.
⤷ Kirishima
he loves small gestures as much as he loves big gestures like; leaning his knee on yours when you’re studying in the library or giving you big, warm hugs when you don’t see each other for a day, or just pulling your hair out of your face or pulling something out of your sweater, or also stroking your hair and arms when you lay your head on his lap; leaving kisses on your temple and smiling silly when he looks at you. he loves to feel you next to him and to feel your warm skin against his, it’s his favorite thing in the whole world.
⤷ Todoroki
he is always cuddled by your side; intertwining his arm with yours, leaning his head on yours as you lay your head on his shoulder. he also likes it when your legs are bent over his so he can draw things (usually hearts) on your skin. hold your hand anytime - on the couch, in the car, while napping, you name it. needs a quick kiss before either of you leaves the room, even if only for a few seconds. he loves to sleep on top of you and put his head on your chest; the feeling of your heart beating and your calm breathing makes him relax instantly and he wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world.
⤷ Denki
he loves to put his arm around your shoulder or waist when you go out together and he always brags about you to his friends. he also loves pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist, leaving kisses on the back of your neck or shoulders, which always makes you smile nonstop as he doesn’t stop spreading kisses. he likes to give you piggy back rides when you’re tired or just in random moments where the two of you can’t stop smiling or laughing at each other, completely in love and lost in your own world.
⤷ Tamaki
he falls asleep in you often because you bring him so much peace and comfort; the two of you might be in the middle of a movie and suddenly you hear soft, shallow gasps from him as he’s resting his head on your lap. “babe, are you sleeping?” “no, just relaxing” – yes, he will be in a deep sleep in about 4 minutes. and when he falls asleep on you, he won’t let you go. he also likes to compare hand sizes or just caress you lovingly before leaving a kiss on the back of your hand or your palm. he lets you paint his nails to match yours - and he’d love it if you painted your initial on his ring finger.
⤷ Shinsou
always has a hand on your thigh when you are sitting next to each other or when he is driving; sometimes tapping your fingers lightly on the inside of your thigh in time with the music. he also loves to give you long, tight hugs that warm you up, but also take the breath away from you. likes to fix your clothes or hair if it’s a little messy - and he always has a smile on his face while doing it. soft touches, always; even if it’s a squeeze on your thigh, he’s very gentle. likes to massage your shoulders, legs and feet when you come home tired; he listens intently to what you have to say while his hands work so you can rest and feel calm. he also loves taking baths with you; intimate and genuine moments where he can touch you and help you at the same time.
⤷ Hawks
he loves to spread kisses all over your skin; especially your cheeks, neck and belly. it’s through small and affectionate kisses that he shows all his love and admiration for you and if you feel insecure in any part of your body, you can bet he will be kissing you all over and telling you everything he loves about that part of your body and how much he think it’s beautiful the way it is. he also likes to be holding hands or playing with your fingers. likes to hug you and smell your hair because your hair products smell so good - likes to help you wash and style your hair too. he applies lotion to your legs after a shower and even does skincare with you, where he takes all the care in the world to rub the products on your face and steal a few kisses here and there.
⤷ Dabi
the way he shows love through physical touch can be a little limited at times, but they never fail to give you butterflies in your stomach. he likes to put an arm around your shoulder, put his hand behind your back and guide you, and pull you by the waist when he wants to kiss you or when he wants you to look him in the eye. he also likes to caress your cheek and give you soft kisses on the lips when you are lying down and ready to sleep. you don’t know, but in the morning he likes to caress your face and hair while pulling you to him, just so you can sleep better.
⤷ Shigaraki
he’s afraid of physical touch due to his quirk, but after wearing the gloves for the first time, he realizes he’s found a way to show his love for you through touch as well. he likes to give you tight hugs where he kisses the top of your head and closes your eyes; feeling your scent and warmth while getting lost in the moment. he also likes to play with your hands from time to time or just lie on your lap, lightly caressing your thigh. at night, he pulls you to sleep on him; he loves that contact and that peace you bring him and he would do anything in the world just to have that for the rest of his life.
when he wears low hanging sweatpants now shoto has been told he looks good but he never really cared about his looks, but he knew you had once thought he looked 'pretty as a prince' So when he walked out of your shared bedroom, he smirked slightly seeing your flustered expression. "See something you like princess?"
always keeps eye contact with you when you talk sho always wants you to know that he's paying attention to you and that he's listening to whatever you half to say. So when your talking to him no matter what he's doing he makes sure to give you his undivided attention. So when you stumble on your words a bit he finds it cute and laughs at your embarrassment, "Take your time sweetheart."
runs his fingers though his hair when he's stressed its something he subconsciously does when he's frustrated or stressed, and seeing him with a slightly annoyed expression as he lets out a groan, never fails to make your heart race
uses sweet loving nicknames sho loves calling you sweet little petnames, mostly because seeing your cute expression every time makes him want to tease you more. He calls you names like: dear, love, baby, angel, dove and sweetheart. Although his favorite is princess & sweetheart.
always has his hand on your thigh, whether he's driving sitting down with you his hand never fails to rest on your thigh. He'll occasionally rub it with his thumb in circles sending chills down your spine, or give it a nice squeeze.
catching him staring at you randomly at times shoto has told you, you look cute when your focused. So when your typing away on your computer your eyes locked on the screen and hear a little chuckle from behind you, its just shoto admiring you from afar. "Don't mind me princess, I'm just taking in the view."
A/N: this was a request originally posted back in the summer of 2022, sorry but I don't remember what it said
Warnings: Spencer Reid x reader, cuddling
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Once he got home, he’d quite literally crashed into the bed beside you. Looking over at Spencer’s face all smooched into the pillow, you asked him how the case had gone.
“I don’t really wanna talk about it, I just want my body to understand that I’m home now,” he groaned into the pillow, “can you just lie on top of me for a while?”
“Sure,” you shifted to get on top of him, now turned around, waiting for you with outstretched arms.
“You’re so soft,” he mumbled, hugging you tight, bringing you down closer to him.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s just one of the many things you love about me,” you grinned, resting your head on his shoulder.
“You’re like an anthropomorphic weighted blanket. The way that you just lower my cortisol levels is actually mind-blowing,” he pressed his cheek into your forehead and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
“Is that all I am to you? A blanket?” you faked a gasp.
“No, no, no, no, that’s not at all what I was saying,” he rushed out, turning his head to look at you, “oh, I’m sorry if it sounded like that- “
“Spencer,” you reached up to caress his cheek, “I’m kidding.”
“Oh,” he breathed out, relaxing back down into the mattress. “Just for the record, you are so much more than a weighted blanket to me.”
“Thank you, Spencer, really. I’m glad that I’m better than just a bunch of chains sewn together,” you chuckled.
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