brad dourif characters x reader headcanons: pregnancy (fluff part 2)
ahh I knew I would forget some major thing on the pregnancy headcanons post! this one is mostly about… their reactions when they feel the baby kick! as usual I hope you all enjoy this offering. long post so cut added.
charles lee ray
you’re lay on the sofa with your head in his lap watching some terrible re-run on tv
the first kick startles you, until you realise what it was
your hand goes to your bump to see if it happens again
chucky notices your little movements
“what’s got into you?”
(you refrain from saying “your baby”, even if its true)
you feel another kick and you grab his hand, moving it over the right spot
“feel”
“what’s wrong -” he cuts himself off when he feels the little kick beneath his hand “oh”
he always gets really quiet while he’s feeling for kicks
which surprises you because who’d have thought charles ray was so sensitive
to be honest he just hasn’t fully processed the situation
(and likely won’t until the baby is born)
so these moments give him time to think
he doesn’t mention it but after the first time his hands settle on your bump way more often
he’s trying to feel for more kicks but doesn’t want to seem soft
(you already know but spare him his pride)
jack dante
his detached curiosity isn’t really solved by feeling tiny kicks but it does entertain him
you’re eating dinner at like midnight in his office when you feel a jab
you put your hand over your bump and feel little feet kicking
he narrows his eyes at you, “what”
“baby’s kicking” you look over at him “wanna feel?”
he perks up, discarding the take out carton he is eating from on his desk and coming over to you
for once he hands aren’t immediately grabbing at you and you have to take them yourself, placing them over your bump
he smiles that sly smile of his when he feels movement
its definitely more of a source of entertainment than a bonding experience
but he seems to like it so every time the kicking starts you mention it and he comes running
sheriff bracket
he has been waiting the whole pregnancy to start feeling kicks
its another long, lazy night on the couch with his hands cradling your bump when he feels it
“sweetie, was that - ?”
you’re so excited as you put your hand over his and wait for the next kick
“yeah, yeah i think it was”
theres another kick and you squeal a little bit with happiness
he gets so attached to the baby before its even born and feeling it kick around just boosts his Dad instincts
so proud
brags to anyone who will listen about for strong your little one is already
when he talks to the bump he tries to persuade the baby to kick
“c'mon, show daddy how strong you are”
you joke around about it “stop encouraging them, i’ll never get any peace because they’ll be trying to show off for you”
billy bibbit
you’re stood in the kitchen washing up after dinner
he’d drying the dishes after you wash them when suddenly you feel it
he’s worried something is wrong when you go still
“is s-s-ssomething the matter?”
“No, no, i think i felt a kick”
“r-really?”
you take his hands and put them over your bump, waiting for move movement
billy stays quiet
then he feels something !!
he cant even speak for a moment whilst the baby moves beneath his hands
cries a little bit
“billy, are you okay?”
“y-yeah, yeah i’m s-ssorry, i'mm j-just so hap-ppy”
wants to keep you close as much as possible so he can be there to feel the baby every time
doc cochran
you expect doc to be pretty professional about the whole thing
keeping track of when you feel movement and checking that the movement seems healthy
you’d felt movement before anyone could feel it from the outside
but one day you feel a kick that is stronger than the others
you immediately tell doc, who comes over from his desk and places a doctorly hand over the bit you point too
he’s about to start asking genuine medical questions until he feels it
a tiny kick under his hand
he definitely cries
which surprises you and scares you a little
“is something wrong, doc?”
“no, no, nothings wrong - the babys just kicking”
you laugh, relieved “i know doc, i can feel it”
he didnt think he’d get so emotional about it, but thats his child you’re carrying
feeling for the first time this life you created together just hits different for him
tries to pull himself together and be a good doctor (can he be anything else?)
but his sentimentality just proves he loves you
sometimes he’s out on call when you feel kicks
you tell him about it all on the pretence that its for medical reasons but you know he just likes hearing about what the baby gets up to while he’s out
grima wormtongue
his hands are on your bump 24/7 so it was impossible for him to miss the first kicks
goes a little bit crazy feeling the baby move
reminds him that you’re carrying his child and this is all truly happening
now you’re pregnant you spend a lot of time in yours and grima’s quarters
grima dodges doing any of his duties to come back and see you throughout the day
“how is my sweet one”
(is he talking about you or the baby? definitely the baby, im sorry)
his hands are on you
and finally, one day he feels something
a kick
his eyes go wide and even he can’t think of something to say
“it seems they’re happy about their father’s return, they’ve been slumbering all day”
you definitely play up the fact that the baby likes when grima is around
because you know he gets insecure about whether he’ll be a good father
tommy ludlow
he’s actually not around when the baby first kicks enough for anyone else to feel it
when he gets home you tell him and he’s so annoyed with himself for missing it
“dont worry, tommy, they’ll be more where that came from”
its the middle of the night when the kicks start again and it wakes you up
in the dark you shake tommy awake
he wakes with a start, thinking something is wrong
but you grab his hand an press it to your bump and he feels the kicks against his palm
he sits up in bed and with you leaning back against his chest
his arms are around you and he holds your bump
feeling the kicks until you both fall asleep again
leo nova
he’s not the softest soon-to-be dad around
but when he first feels the baby kick that jump starts his Proud Dad emotions
he’s away a lot so misses a lot of the movement
and he’s emotionally repressed so doesn’t ask about it as much as he should
but at night when you’re asleep he puts his hands on your bump and wills the baby to kick for him while its just the two of them
tucker cleveland
another one who misses the first kicks
he’s been at work all day and when he comes home you tell him
“guess what happened today”
“I don’t know, what happened today”
“the little tyke started kicking”
pretends he isn’t bothered that he wasn’t there but is secretly gutted
he tries to nonchalantly keep his hands on your bump for the rest of the night to catch the next kick but the baby is messing with him apparently
he has to wait for the next day
you’re in the shower the next morning when you feel movement
“tucker! come, quick!”
he’s out of bed like a shot thinking you need help
he whips back the shower curtain and sees you stood with your hand over your bump
he realises what’s going on and replaces your hand with his own
he feels tiny feet under his fingertips
“well, well, well, kiddo” he mumbles, “aren’t you a strong little thing”
The whole “shoot a (insert predator species here), save a (insert prey species here)!” shirts/signs are so dumb. Like, sure go ahead and kill the animal excessively to the point where there are barely any individual animals left and watch your ecosystem fall apart, have fun.
And I can pretty much guarantee you the type of people who spout that ideology don’t actually care about saving (insert cute prey species), they just don’t want to have to compete with native predators for the right to kill them.
…does it make me a bad person that my first and immediate thought was “Shoot an oil executive, save a wolf”?
These are some of my fic recs from May 7th, 2022 to May 14th, 2022! I forgot to post on Friday but shhhh.
Everyday Angelby@fortheloveofwonderland- E, 4.7k, Spencer Reid/Luke Alvez, minors DNI, heavy drug use, mentions of drug fueled anonymous sex with multiple partners, brief mention of prison, swearing, Spencer is just a slutty mess, Luke is his unwitting guardian angel.
In the midst of his drug addiction Spencer bumps into a handsome jogger who helps Spencer in more ways than he’ll ever know. Ten years later when he’s introduced to new agent Luke Alvez, there is something so hauntingly familiar about him…
❤️ Welcome to the Jungleby@imaginationtherapy,@lizzielovegood-blog- E, 70k, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Most tags are triggering – go to the fic for a full list, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Deadest of doves, Non-con, Knives, Beating, Canon-Typical Violence, Waterboarding, Alcohol, Hurt Spencer Reid, Hurt Aaron Hotchner, Burning, Violence, Violence to minors, Self-harm
It’s terrifying how life can go from blissfully normal to terrifying in the blink of an eye. One moment, Spencer and Jack are cooking in the kitchen of Aaron’s home, and the next minute, Spencer is on the floor, begging for Jack’s life.
What follows are several hours of unimaginable horror, for all of them – Aaron, Spencer and Jack. When the gun finally goes off, whose body will hit the floor?
burnt out, torn down (from the inside out)by@dr-charlie-eppes - T, 8.2k, Aaron Hotchner/Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, But Mostly Hurt, Spencer Reid Whump, Manipulation, Abuse of Authority, Workplace Abuse, Overworked, Exhaustion, Pre-Canon, Not Canon Compliant, Hotch Derek and Spencer are an established relationship, Caffeine Addiction, Disordered Eating, Sleep Deprivation, Miscommunication
One of the unfortunate realities of Spencer Reid’s life is the fact that he has to prove himself wherever he goes.
Emily tries to explain women’s clothing sizes to a bewildered Morgan. Just a bit of silliness.
World of Flesh and Pleasureby house_of_lantis - E, WIP, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Hellraiser (Movies 1987-2018), Pinhead (Hellraiser), Cenobites (Hellraiser), Supernatural - Freeform, Thriller, Graphic Violence, Gore, Torture, Trauma, Sex
Aaron Hotchner is the heir of the infamous LeMarchand fortune and dark legacy, which also includes a connection to the Leviathan of Hell. So when a LeMarchand puzzle box – the Lament Configuration – is found at the latest crime scene of a number of gruesome deaths, Hotch is forced to reveal a family secret that he has desperately kept hidden and track down the UnSub who opened the portal, as the BAU races against time to save a team member from becoming the next victim.
❤️ Baby boy geniusbyWerewolf_Origins- T, 3k, The BAU Team & Spencer Reid, Age Regression/De-Aging, Non-Sexual Age Play, The BAU Team as Family, Protective BAU Team, Soft Spencer Reid, Autistic Spencer Reid, Autistic Penelope Garcia, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Family Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Spencer regresses on the jet ride home after the Nathan Harris case.
Chaos ensues.
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I’ve woken up to my brother-in-law watching car races with my baby niece and it hit me that Ronald’s hobby was just me yoinking the one thing I know my bro-in-law enjoys and tapping it onto Ron’s forehead.
Sebek’s SR card for Harvenston’s Kelkkarotu event proves that Sebek really enjoys helping people.
“It’s good for my training” my ass just say that you love helping the villagers. You can tell that he wants to help them more since he said he would like to go to Epel’s hometown again to help the villagers with the wood cutting again.
Also it’s so cute how Sebek was so confuse on why someone would give him free food when it was suppose to be for sale. He doesn’t even thought that the food was his reward for helping the villagers there. He’s just fine with helping them getting their job done.
He tilted her head up to meet his eyes. It was a hollow gesture, the blindfold wrapped around her head making any gaze of her’s redundant. But he did it anyway, because it was an instinct, and he didn’t often deny those.
Her brow crinkled, furrows that creased, deepened, became canyons right in front of him. Sometimes he was struck by the melancholy of their relationship, that constant pendulum swing from left to right, between pain, pleasure, fierce passion and laconic comfort. It felt like it should be exhausted. And that feeling itself was enough to tire. He stared down at her, and she couldn’t stare up at him.
He leant down, planting a kiss on her lips. He felt them curl into a smile under him, a warmth that washed over him in a very physical sense. Her arms strained against the bonds that he had tied her in, seeking to embrace. Here he was, restricting her in every way that mattered, tying off her warmth, her passion, and her love. It was that bondage that made it clear to him.
The knots went first, picked by fingertips with a measured care that had each falling away as if to a rhythm. Freedom with a dancebeat, tapped out against his fingernail, plucked as each knot was slowly unravelled. Her arms free, they went instantly to him, caressing his face. He smiled, slowly.
The blindfold lingered, and he hestitated with it, waiting for that beat to kick in in his head, for the timing to be just right. Moments ticked by expectantly, each wondering whether it might be the one, before the one came along, and he started to untie that knot, too. She blinked, eyelashes fluttering as if trying to woo him. But it was too late for that, he’d fallen for her a time ago. Instead she just stared up at him, and he stared back.
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