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I am having trouble accessing your masterlist. Every link i click says its not available. Am on mobile. 😿

Golly gee gosh

Yeah idk what's wrong with that--it works on my phone. I could reupdate the links if there's a glitch with it--please let me know in a few days if there's still an issue.

- Ruby

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Doctor's Orders | Part 2 | Li Shen/Zayne x fem!Reader | Love and Deepspace

Preface: With you hospitalized and in critical condition, Zayne has taken it upon himself to ensure you are nursed back to health. Under no circumstance are you allowed to do close to anything on your own.

Part 2 of my self indulgence because why not I love this man he's so sweet???????

Part 1 Part 3 (coming soon)

Warning(s): None

Your eyelids feel like lead when you try to open them. It takes a strenuous amount of effort to move them, and your body overall feels like it’s being weighed down by anchors. You can hear the steady beeping from next to you, just barely; white floods behind your eyes the more you rouse into consciousness. You can barely move your arms and legs, let alone your head, or even your eyes. It’s the beeping of the machine that keeps you awake enough. Soon, you force your eyes open, and you’re immediately blinded by the sterility of the room.

“What. . . ?” It comes off as a soft inquiry, unheard by everyone. You’re a little disoriented, and you don’t remember how you got to where you are. You feel something on your face, covering your nose. After thinking about it for a little, you figured it’s an oxygen supplier of some kind. Did you become that hypoxic that you need oxygen? You won’t know until you talk to a doctor.

A doctor.

Your doctor.

Oh god, your doctor. Zayne.

Zayne is going to kill you.

There’s no way he doesn’t know—and if he didn’t, there’s no way he hasn’t asked to take over as your attending physician during your stay. Even though you know he’s not in the room with you, the mere thought of it is enough to send your eyes flying open. You attempt to sit up—and your body quite literally burns like the fiery depths of hell. It hurts you, and you’re stiff and sore and covered in bandages, and you think there’s a hole in your chest, but you don’t care; you fight through it.

“Don’t sit up. You’ll tear open the stitches.”

You freeze at the low timbre of a familiar voice. It’s soft as it always is when speaking to you, but you can’t help but avoid looking at the owner of it.

“Lay back down. You’ll need more rest than usual.” A hand meets your shoulder and gently pushes you back down onto the mattress—and you follow it without a word.

Your eyes don’t meet his, “I didn’t—. . . okay. I won’t move.” For a moment it’s silent and you can feel him staring down at you. You know he’s frustrated, sad, angry even. Maybe all three. You know he wants to say something, perhaps scold and lecture you about overworking yourself. You’re waiting for the inevitable but it never comes. You nervously look up at him and he’s not looking at you either.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is hoarse from exhaustion, “I didn’t mean for this to happen. The Wanderer just appeared in my complex, and. . . I was the only Hunter there.”

Zayne looks at you, “I understand. I heard of what happened. You did what you had to do to protect the people there. There were minimal injured because of you.”

“That. . . I mean, I’m glad, but. . . I feel like you’re disappointed in me.”

Zayne stares at you for a moment before sighing softly, “I’m not disappointed in you. It wasn’t your fault that you were forced into that situation. I’m only glad you were admitted when you were.”

“Be honest: how close was I to dying?”

Zayne hesitates to answer ever so slightly, “. . . Too close. Your heart stopped. You were severely hypoxic and in respiratory failure, your tissues weren’t getting adequate oxygen, and you experienced severe blood loss due to a puncture wound to your chest that barely missed your aorta.”

You don’t visibly react when you hear his explanation. “I see. I don’t remember any of that. The last thing I remember was the Wanderer coming at me. After that, it’s nothing.”

“Your body and mind were under an exorbitant amount of stress. Especially your heart. You were only at thirty-seven percent function.”

“I’m assuming that means my heart was at a risk of stopping at any time.”

“That’s correct.”

“Great,” you snicker but there’s not a shred of joy behind it. “And now I’m stuck here for weeks and maybe months.”

"Correct."

You stare up at the ceiling and don't give a response. You couldn't even if you wanted to. What were you supposed to do until you were discharged and cleared? You can't stay still—your mind is always moving, constantly running. If you don't get that energy out somehow, you'll go mad. You can't stay cooped up in the hospital. Zayne knows that too, and you hate that.

"Don't think about sneaking out like you have in the past," he says. "You've been put down as a flight risk in your chart."

You roll your eyes, "That was only once, and I only had a wrist fracture."

"You fell from a twenty-storey building and landed on the roof of a car. You're lucky that a broken wrist is all you walked away with." His voice is calm but the way he delivers it gives off agitation. You've heard the tone before—he usually gives you it when he's worried or concerned.

"Maybe." You toy with the sheets pulled up to your waist, "I just. . . I don't know why I'm like this."

Zayne places his hands in his coat pockets and turns his body, so all his attention is on you.

"I can't sit still. I get unnerved. Like I'm meant to be doing something. That's why I keep going on missions. I can sleep, but all I dream about is fighting wanderers. Even on my days off I'm wondering when an attack is going to happen."

Zayne stays quiet, only adjusting his glasses. He understands what you're saying. In a way, he's the same. He can enjoy his off time too, as little as it comes, but sometimes he wonders how the hospital is without him on the clock. "I understand. It's difficult to regulate yourself when you're constantly working. Your mind has no idea what to do when it's quiet."

"It really doesn't. And it's pathetic, because then it ends up like this and I feel like a child who can't do anything for themself."

Without a word, Zayne sits down on the edge of the bed—gently, to not upset your wounds. He's conflicted as to whether he should look at you or not. Instead, he settles on your IV pole. "It's not a crime to be taken care of sometimes. If you're hurt, that's a doctor's job. That's my job."

"Of course it is, you're a doctor," you snort softly. "If you weren't. . ."

"Even if I wasn't, I'd still take care of you."

You look over at him in silent surprise. He's not looking at you but he's never one to be dishonest. For whatever reason, you believe him when he says that. You don't know how you feel about that—a part of you wants to lean into it, but another part of you want to push against it and him. He's already under so much stress ensuring his patients are alive and as healthy as they can be. How selfish would that make you if you wanted that from him too? "Even though I constantly do things to get myself hospitalized?"

He nods softly, "Yes."

"Even though I could randomly keel over and die someday because of my heart?"

His eyes move to look at yours, a somber look in them. "Yes. Even that."

"I see." You look back up to the ceiling. "How is. . . will this affect the amount of evol I'll be able to use?"

"I don't believe this is the most opportune time to discuss this. You should rest and gain more energy."

You sigh softly, "Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zayne stands from the bed, "Please call a nurse if you need anything. I'll be back to check on you soon."

You nod, "I won't be going anywhere anytime soon."

Zayne's lips curl up ever so slightly—if you weren't so accustomed to how he is, you would've missed it. "I'm glad. It would cause a lot of trouble if you did."

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Li Shen/Zayne (N)SFW Headcanons bc I'm horny for this man | Love and Deepspace | gn!Reader

Preface: As enigmatic Doctor Zayne tries to be, it's not difficult for you to figure him out. In fact, it unnerves him a little as to how easily you can pick him apart (not that he'd ever admit it and blow your ego up)

I LOVE THIS MAN MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF OKAY--XAVIER MIGHT BE NEXT SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THAT POOKIE X

This will definitely be NSFW (18+) so minors DNI (do not interact). Unless you do, which in that case I refuse to be held responsible for the content you consume.

Warning(s): NSFW content sprinkled in

Established lightweight--one glass of wine would make him a bit tipsy, but 4+ would make him borderline drunk

Gets more affectionate when drunk but is super pouty during??? Like he's not the one who touched you first??? Acts like he doesn't want to even though his hands are literally mapping your body like a constellation???? Tsundere even when drunk and obvious smh

When the jig is up he accepts defeat and just hugs you--doesn't care about sex or whatever, but wants to keep you close in whatever form that may be

Calls you 'my dear' a lot, and sometimes when he's feeling real romantical he'll call you 'darling, my love, sweetheart'

Doesn't like calling you 'baby'--it feels infantilizing to him. Same thing with 'baby girl' (to my fem!readers) but might do it on occasion if you really like it

Doesn't care if you call him petnames or not, but if you do he really enjoys 'my love' or if you have a nickname in another language (e.g: mi amor, 親愛なる, mon cœur, etc)

If you can speak more than one language fluently he is extremely impressed--he probably never bothered to learn another language that thoroughly, but he's super eager to be taught by you

Domestic, husband material as the fandom has agreed upon

Learn to cook together, or teach each other recipes

Is not dominant in the bedroom--or at the very least, a switch

Because you're telling me THIS MAN WHO WORKS HIS ASS OFF SAVING PEOPLE'S LIVES AND HAS THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE COUNTING ON HIM AND HIS RESEARCH AND WORK IS GOING TO GO HOME AND CONTINUE MAKING DECISIONS?

No

Not how that works psychologically

He is for your pleasure 100% but it's from a submissive stance

Will know what you want/how you want it/where you want it, and will give it to you without being asked if you're tired or are also mentally fatigued

Probably would not ask to be pleasured back, that's something you have to ease him into bc he doesn't feel he needs/deserves it?

Suck him off

Sometimes he'll come home frustrated from a bad work day, and then he might get a bit pushy/dominant

But overall he is submissive

Definitely is a top when it comes to penetration--wouldn't mind trying to get ate out/fucked from behind but I genuinely doubt he'd enjoy it that much

Might do it occasionally if you want it that badly

Does not get jealous, but gets territorial in a very condescending way

Is scared to love you at first

But he can't help it

I don't think he'd mind having kids, but I also don't think he'd mind not having kids--it'd be up to you, really

He would make a great father though--especially to a girl

Would die for you--genuinely, no exaggeration, would lay down his life for you if it meant you lived

Jokes on him bc you'd die for him too

His neck is sensitive to the touch

Always cold, please warm him up thanks

I feel like he likes iced tea but hates Arizona Tea

Likes teasing you a lot, nonsexually

He'd do well with someone contrasting to his personality

Wouldn't mind owning a cat or two, he'd just feel bad since he would have little time to spend with it

Is a sound sleeper but wakes easily

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Doctor's Orders | Part 1 | Li Shen/Zayne x fem!Reader | Love and Deepspace |

Preface: As someone who chronically ignores her cardiologist's orders, what happens when that backfires on you worse than normal? Recovering from a life-threatening run-in with a wanderer, it's up to your doctor to put you back together.

This is entirely self-indulgent bc I love this man and this game is so pretty for no reason????? Download that shit (not sponsored, they're just my husbands fr)

Part 2

Warning(s): Mentions of bodily injuries, blood, near-death experience, SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 5!

You didn’t mean to stumble into another fight—it literally came to you. The aether core in your heart has begun to act up, resulting in you short of breath and lightheaded upon any sort of physical exertion. Your heart rate would increase dramatically in compensation which in turn made your evol act up—it was a shit show. Because of that Doctor Zayne firmly instructed you to rest until the core in your heart settled so tests could be run to determine the stability.

You wish you could’ve followed his orders—and you were, very well—but a wyrmlord’s protofield suddenly appeared around your apartment, trapping everyone and you inside of it. Xavier was gone, and you were the only Hunter stronger enough to fight it; you did everything in your power to ensure no one would get hurt. The Wanderer was strong, and you knew if you went full out your evol could get out of control—not to mention the core in your heart would act up, and you'd go into cardiac arrest.

You look around yourself to the frightened people huddling together as a feeble way to protect themselves from the monstrous metaflux monster. If you weren’t here they’d all be dead within seconds. You made an oath, and you will honor it until all life leaves your body.

Drawing your sword, you slide your hand down the smooth, sharp blade. Tendrils of black coil out and wrap and wind in the air. I’m sorry, Zayne. Please don’t kill me for this. The wyrmlord flies at you and you encase yourself in a layer of darkness, of which it absorbs the impact. You spin the sword between your arms for momentum before stabbing it through the shield, and the darkness follows. It pierces into the wanderer, leaving it to cry out in pain. It's not a difficult fight—this is rather easy for you—well, it would be if your heart wasn't an issue. You're not fighting at 100% capacity. Right now, you're at 67%.

The wyrmlord lets out a shriek before sending spikes of stone and ice to come up from under you. You're forced to move, dashing to the side quickly. One of the spikes nicked you on the outside of your knee, sending it buckling. You trip to your hands and knees but force yourself to keep moving out of the range of the wanderer. With your back essentially turned to it, it takes that opportunity to break from your shadows to lunge at you.

~ There is no such thing as a break at Akso Hospital--not for Zayne, that is. The head of Cardiology, chief cardiac surgeon, and one of the most gifted doctors of his generation has little time to relax, other than what time is granted to him. Though, he seems to enjoy the business of his life. It's not often he complains about his packed schedule and lack of vacation time. He stays professional at all times, never letting his personal feelings mix with his professional ones. He treats all his patients with patience and respect but very rarely is he emotionally involved. The last person he felt personally involved in was your grandmother.

However, he wasn't sure if he could keep his personal feelings out of this particular situation. He heard the paging of a patient being wheeled into the ED but he wasn't the one paged. Walking down one of the many corridors connecting to the ED he caught a glimpse of the person being hauled to the OR and he does a double take. His feet stay rooted to the floor but his eyes stare at the parade of nurses and techs following the gurney. Is that. . .

There is no way for him to confirm it yet--he wasn't the one called for the case. Not able to stick in one place for a long time he forces himself to look away and finish walking to his destination, body feeling light and dizzy. Something inside of him told him to call you—something wasn't right, and he needed to be sure one way or another. When he got to a relatively quiet area, he took out his phone and navigated to your contact under his favorites. The line rang for an agonizingly long time until it finally went to voice mail, of which your voice delicately greeted him with a, 'Sup bitch, I'm either busy or dead. Say what you want now or say it to my gravestone, it depends'. Zayne slowly lowered the phone from his ear—you're supposed to be resting, there's no reason as to why you shouldn't be answering your phone. You always answer him when he calls or texts.

The pit in his stomach sinks deeper into his gut and doubt gnaws at him. Could the person that was just wheeled in for emergency surgery really be you? He'll have to wait until the OR is finished or wait until he's paged. He wishes to the gods it's not you, and if it is, he wishes you'll pull through whatever is wrong.

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Astarion headcanons because it's been too long and I love this man | Astarion x GN!Reader

Preface: Astarion, as complex as he tries to make himself out to be, is really a simple vampire. There are many ways to make him yours, and all of them don't require rocket science.

THIS MAN DESERVES THE WORLD--also it has been like 8 months since I last posted but shhhh

Warning(s): None

Don't talk about his bite mark scars much, if at all. It doesn't necessarily bother him, but he'd rather not talk about it

If you're an artist of some kind and you draw him, he'll try to brush it off by acting grandeur and arrogant, but internally he'll be twirling his hair and blushing

If you draw what you believe he looked like before being turned he won't react the same way, but he'll stare at it (maybe to try to remember?)

It's no secret that Astarion has sexual trauma. I don't think he'd do well with hypersexuality or someone who wants sex a lot

I don't think he'd mind you being sexually attracted to him--he wouldn't blame you smh--it's not a deal breaker for him

Personally, I think he'd do better if any sexual attraction came second

Like he's said, he needs time to do anything intimate. Not that he'd never do it again, but every time he did it in the past it was for an ulterior motive (or against his will)

He needs a friend first, partner second

Show him he's worth more than his seduction and body

Moonlit night dates

Massage his ears when he sleeps on you

Kiss his wrinkles and laugh lines--softly, chastely

Handle him gently

Do not even think about adding a third to your friendship/relationship. Astarion has most likely never had someone to himself, that would definitely make him feel unworthy/not good enough

Making him slightly jealous might be okay but tell him you find it cute when he's slightly jealous, and you appreciate it. Assure him that it's okay.

After having his guard up for so long it's natural he'll feel uncomfortable being vulnerable--assure him

Assure him a lot. Tell him his feelings are valid and that he's not wrong for feeling x

When he loves you, he loves you wholly. Any sexual feelings he has will come way down the line

When they do, go so slowly. You cannot be impatient, otherwise he'll shirk away, and the relationship will change

I think Astarion would flourish better in a majority nonsexual relationship (sorry x, he's sexy af but his lore and boundaries are more important than his rail-ability)

Compliment him a lot--not anything superficial--compliment him. Compliment him like how you'd want to be complimented by someone you love

If you can, write him poems

If you're going to inevitably die before Astarion; when you start to age he won't love you less--he'll love you more

Your health will always come before his

If you're sick he'll take care of you for the most part

If you're in danger, even if you can handle yourself, your survival is always number 1 to him

Will sacrifice himself for you

Won't accept the opposite, but knows he can't stop you if you did

Would be devastated if you died for him

Genuinely would never get over it

I don't think he'd want to get married in the traditional sense but he would 100% want to do something to prove his commitment

FLOWER CROWN MAKE THIS MAN A FLOWER CROWN

Please just be so patient with him

Don't treat him like fragile glass, but don't be rough with him either

PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS

Hug him a lot. He needs it

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Miguel O’Hara bondage headcanons because I’m a degenerate | Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader

Masterlist

Preface: Trying to get Miguel to relax and allow someone else to take control of the reigns is no easy feat. What happens when he finally does after a while of suspicion and hesitation?

I’ve never watched Across the Spiderverse :)

This will definitely be NSFW (18+) so minors DNI (do not interact). Unless you do, which in that case I refuse to be held responsible for the content you consume.

Warning(s): NSFW

Bondage with Miguel being the rigger is one thing, but bondage with Miguel being the rope bunny is an entirely different experience

It takes a long time to get Miguel to even think about it

It’s not so much a kink/fetish thing as it is a trust thing

Being tied up/restrained is not an easy thing to let someone do to you

Miguel is so used to being in control of quite literally everything that the thought of someone else trying to take over makes him extremely uncomfortable and uneasy

No one will do it better than him and/or do it correctly like he would

Miguel has no issue being the rigger because he knows what to do and he’s used to being the one in control

You need to start slow. That is imperative

Handcuffs might not work because he could just snap them

Silk rope. And lots of it.

If you’re going to bind him, you have to bind all of him

Just doing his arms will make him feel uneasy and unsecure

Tell him exactly what you’re doing when you’re doing it and before you do it

If you’re going to wrap the rope around his shoulders, tell him

If you’re going to wrap it around his torso or his wrists, tell him

Never stop communicating

Assure him constantly

I don’t mean baby talk or praises

Tell him he’s safe

Tell him it’s okay to be and feel vulnerable, and that it’s okay to let someone else take control temporarily

You need to know what you’re doing

If you’re a baby rigger who’s never tied a knot before or are looking at google instructions whilst doing it, forget it

He needs to know you’re competent. He needs that assurance

When you’re done with the binds, just sit there with him. Show him nothing bad will happen if he relaxes for a little

He’ll pull at the binds and start getting frustrated at the lack of movement

Gently touch him or talk to him to get him distracted

He’ll be tense and semi-stressed

Gently run your hands over the parts of him he likes best

Get him to stare into your eyes

He will be vulnerable and he knows it--show him you are a safespace

Eventually when he does relax and calm down, untie him

Tell him it was a good first session

When he inevitably goes, ‘. . . first session?’ say it’d be overwhelming to do anything on his first try

He might still be hesitant, but considerably less than before

The second session he’d be a bit more relaxed and you won’t have to assure him as much. He might even smile

Repeat what you did the first time: Just sit there and be his safespace

Eventually his body will slack against the ropes, and that’s when you can slowly transition to sexual activities

When you tell him you want to try ‘x’ with him whilst he’s tied up, he won’t outright shirk away, but he won’t be over the moon either

Start slow, again

Touch him gently and softly--always let him know where it is you’re going to touch, either verbally or by obvious gestures

He won’t make much noise at first

His muscles will pull and tense at the binds, but he won’t protest the sting and constriction

In a way, the binds force him to relax

When you reach a point where you both can comfortably engage in sexual acts when he’s bound, it’s like a religious experience (the good kind)

Always warm him up with either head or a handjob. Don’t make him cum though

Get him to a point of desperation and need--be gentle about it though

Always assume being gentle unless he specifies otherwise

He might accidentally snap a rope or two

It’s fine he’ll pay for more

You might have to get tied up and fucked in return tbh, depends on your dynamic

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Loki Laufeyson/Odinson Confession Headcanons because it’s almost the end of my semester | Loki x gn!Reader

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Preface: Loki is an extremely prideful being who believes ‘human’ feelings are beneath him, and that he is above every human in terms of everything. Well, good thing it’s just a major superiority complex.

I’m a sucker for dark haired lads with dark pasts--it’s chronic atp

Also I’M GOING TO GET TO THE REQUESTS IN MY INBOX I PROMISE!!!! Headcanons are just easier and faster to write (not to mention I’m also in class rn so yk)

Warning(s): None

Tags: Idiots in love, fluff, complexes, a god in love

Superiority Complex through the ROOF

Genuinely would rather die than ever admit he’s fallen for a human

When around you he’s his cocky, arrogant, sly, cunning self

But even then, he can’t help but catch himself staring at you longer than what’s considered appropriate

Has this internal mantra of you having to come to him and basically say despite you ‘not being worthy’ you’re asking for a ‘chance’ at his affection

Deep deep down he knows that just won’t happen

But he can always pretend

His pining gets so bad he finds himself lowering his pride/guard to you

It comes back up right when he realizes, and he brushes it off with a sly smirk and teasing words

You might not even realize he likes you because he is fighting TOOTH AND NAIL to keep it to himself

It might crack a little if he sees you interacting with Thor--the person who he considers the biggest thorn in his side

He’ll get quiet and his cunning and slyness won’t be up to par as it was

He won’t tell you what’s wrong (would probably call it ‘foolish’)

And then when he’s alone he’ll scoff to himself and start thinking ‘How did I ever let myself fall this low? Disgraceful’ because yk superiority complex

He wouldn’t be meaner per se, but his quips to you would definitely have more of an edge to them (in a bad way)

At first you could probably tolerate it, but after a while, you’re just like ‘Bro what the fuck’

When he realizes his words are actively hurting you, he feels bad

A part of him is just blaming himself as it always does--it’s consuming him, actually

He wants to apologize and say he wasn’t being genuine, but his pride and guard stop him

When you stalk off, Loki is left behind

He ruminates on himself for a little and will only muster up the courage to go to you if you’re alone

He will not go up to you if you’re with people--and certainly not Thor

When he does catch you alone, he tries so hard to get the apology out that you’re afraid he’ll pop a blood vessel

You wait patiently and quietly

When he does manage to get the apology out, he slowly starts to ramble on about why he decided to

Inadvertently confesses and he doesn’t catch it until a few words after

When he does, he quiets down, looks at you, turns, and leaves

You have to physically stop him from leaving

When you ask him why he ever felt like he couldn’t tell you, he doesn’t really offer a good explanation

He just gets very somber

His guard is down, his pride is not

You grab his hand and pull him to somewhere private

You have to gently prod him and ask him questions in order for him to say everything

He tries to be sly and teasing intermittently, but you just give him a tender look, and he ceases

He says he’s foolish, and you’re even more foolish if you actually return his feelings

You have to make clear that he deserves to be more than the labels that were forced on him

He is not inferior or superior to anyone; he’s Loki. And that is enough by itself

There’s a chance he’ll tear up, but it’ll be subtle

His pride is down

After a little bit of a heart-to-heart, he’ll actually say he’s in love with you (but in his own way--you’ll understand either way)

You ask if you can kiss him and he looks perplexed

He just gives a slightly hesitant, ‘Of course’

When you kiss him, it’s gentle and brief

He only closes his eyes when you’re pulling away

After a few seconds of processing it, he asks if he may kiss you as well

Soft, intimate kissing :)

Caress his cheek and he’ll whimper a little

Whenever you’re done kissing, he’ll quickly go back to his cunning self

His pride will be up, but his guard won’t be

He’ll be much quicker and more willing to drop his pride for you

He genuinely asks you why you wouldn’t go for Thor or Steve or even Tony

Say, ‘They’re not you. No one is. No one can’ and watch this man fall even more in love in real time

He might even say he doesn’t deserve you, but that’s a low chance--he might say it when in an extremely vulnerable position

Take him on dates and show him the wonders of whimsical human activities

He might roll his eyes and complain, but he’ll follow you, and do whatever it is you planned

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To Love One Another | Kaz Brekker x fem!Reader | Shadow and Bone | Part 3

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Preface: When Kaz suffers injuries from his run-in with Pekka Rollins he hobbles back to his room and locks himself in it to ruminate. Knowing he has less-than stellar healing abilities, you try your luck in taking care of him.

This is the final part to the short series--I’m glad to see the parts being successful for my first Shadow and Bone fic-series

Or maybe I’ll make a bonus ending where you die--idk I’m undecided <3

Part 1 Part 2

Warning(s): Description of injuries, blood

Tags: Losers in love, hardcore pining, touch aversion

To love Kaz Brekker was no easy feat. He’s private and isolated, silent and dangerous. You don’t know how you ended up feeling more for him than others. Jesper is much more open and fluid and Inej feels everything deeply and is in tune with her emotions. But you can’t control the cards you were dealt. All you can do is learn how to utilize them.

When Kaz hobbles back to the building you’re currently taking shelter in (he very much blew up the Crow Club) you’re waiting in the main room as you were barred from the mission (replaced by a lesser-heartrender named Nina. That irked you, but that’s a story for another time). You, of course notice, but he doesn’t seem to acknowledge you before walking to his room and shutting the door behind him.

You sit there for a few moments in silence, debating whether to try your luck or not. You’ve never fixed him before--he’s never given you the chance--and you’re aware this was a stressful night for him (if his heartrate isn’t evidence enough).

After a few more hard thought minutes you decide to at least try. It’s a big step for you personally. You never initiate any of the contact you have with him unless you have to. Not because you can’t, but because you didn’t want to make him feel backed into a corner (even though he’d very clearly voice his feelings at that time).

Standing in front of the door, you listen in at first to see if you can hear him aside from his heart. It’s relatively quiet so you don’t know if he’s good at keeping quiet or if he’s just sitting around letting his wounds bleed. A few seconds pass and you knock--louder than you anticipated. You silently scold yourself for being so disruptive, but you don’t waver in determination.

“Kaz?” You call. “I won’t come in. I just wanted to know if you were alright. Or alive, bare minimum. I don’t know the extent of your injuries.”

You wait in a tense silence until he says something, which you’re unsure if he’s going to.

“. . . come in.” The voice is quiet and tired. Strong, but shaky.

You quietly open the door, pushing your head through it first. You see Kaz sitting behind the desk in the room, face battered and bloody. His arm is wrapped across his midsection and whenever he shifts, he groans, and his face scrunches up in silenced pain.

“You look wonderful,” you say flatly. He just glares at you.

You look around awkwardly. “Uh. . . do you want me to leave, or. . .”

“No. Stay.”

Your heart leaps and you nod, softly closing the door behind you. “Okay.” You stay on the far side of the room. “I take it the mission was a success? Since you’re still alive.”

He nods. “He signed them. Both of them. The beating was worth it.”

“I would hope so.” You look around the room. “Have you treated them yet? The injuries? Or cleaned them?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

A short, awkward silence settles between you two. “. . . do you trust me to clean them for you?”

His head twitches a little at your question. “Just get on with it.”

You quietly scurry to the bathroom to grab some cloth and a small bowl. After filling it with warm water, you carefully come back out with it and place it on the desk. You keep space between you and him as you wet the cloth. “Are you sure?”

“Just do it. I’ll be fine.”

You turn to look at him and nod. “Okay.” You sit against the desk and lean over for maximum space. He doesn’t look at you when you dab his face with the cloth, keeping his eyes on the desk. You see him swallowing every so many seconds. “I’m sorry. I’m going as fast as I can.”

He says nothing in response.

When you wipe most of the blood off you pull away quickly and wash the cloth off in the water. “Do you want me to fix your gash? I don’t have to touch you for that. I can’t do anything for the bruising.”

He nods. “That’s alright.”

You reposition yourself so you’re crouching in front of him. “Can you turn a little so I can see your face better?”

It takes him a second, but he slowly turns his head and looks at you. You stare at each other for a few seconds before you bring your hands close to his face. “Try not to move, please. It’ll make it harder for both of us.”

He nods and doesn’t look away from you once. Even when your hands move in front of his eyes, his focus is on yours. He’s suddenly acutely aware of how fast his heart is beating. He wonders if yours is, too.

When you fix the gashes on his head you lower your hands and turn your gaze to where he’s still holding his abdomen. “Do you want me to fix that, if I can?”

He nods, silent again, and looks down when he slowly removes his arm, grunting softly from the pain.

You move more to his side and try your best to heal whatever damage he has to his internal organs, which thankfully wasn’t much from what you could feel with your heartrending. When you’re done fixing his abdomen, you back up a little.

“Thank you,” he says quietly.

“Of course,” you smile slightly, wringing your hands together. You stand and look down at him. “Is there anything else?”

He looks at you with a softness that’s not in his normal expression. His brows are not arched, his eyes are not narrowed or squinted. He looks peaceful. He looks at peace. Like he’s with his peace.

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’m fine now.”

And yet neither of you make an effort to move. Your hand twitches in subconscious want, but conscious restraint; his eyes comb over your face, mapping it and memorizing the features and details. And it continues like that for minutes. The water is ice cold by the time you realize:

Your hearts, for once, are in sync. And you’re not the only one who knows.

Ah, yes. To love one another is no easy feat.

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To Love Kaz Brekker | Kaz Brekker x fem!Reader | Shadow and Bone | Part 2

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Preface: A botched solo mission leaves you injured and forced to kill to escape. You enter the Crow Club in a hurry and don’t talk to anyone. You isolate yourself in your room so you can fix yourself, but someone decides to make his presence known outside your door.

Kaz Brekker is a different kind of ‘love from a distance’ yk

Part 1 Part 3

Warning(s): Mild injuries, mentions of blood, description of injuries

Tags: Softcore pining, awkward interaction, losers in love

To love another is no easy feat. It takes patience and trust. Respect and compassion. To be able to wait for someone through a finite storm is an ability not everyone has, nor wants. But you have it. And you’ll wait through any severity of weather, even if there’s no promise of a rainbow at the end.

Hobbling to your room like a battered old woman, you made sure to cover yourself with a cloak you took off a merchant before your arrival. Jesper and Inej observe you skirt around the Crow Club, hugging the side walls before scurrying up to your room. The sharpshooter and wraith share a look before shrugging. They’ll check in on you later and they know better than to annoy a heartrender.

You shrug off your outer clothes and examine your wound through the shredded fabric of your shirt. Some shitbag nailed you right in the torso with a bullet. Luckily, he didn’t hit anywhere vital, but it still hurt, and you’re still bleeding. With a soft grunt you untie your shirt and carefully peel it away from your body. A clean entry wound presents itself at the front of your torso and you’ve no doubt the exit wound looks worse.

With a sigh, you carefully sit down on a chair, grunting lightly when you irritate the injury. Looking down at yourself, you carefully start to weave your tissue and muscles back together, face cringing lightly from the feeling. It didn’t hurt because you were blocking pain receptors, but it felt weird to your other nerves. The squirming and sewing-together of your insides felt equivalent to sliding your hand through a large trough of mucus-covered meat. You wanted to shiver but you couldn’t.

Sewing together your entrance wound took an agonizingly long time. If it was on someone else, you could’ve done it in ten minutes. Perhaps it was due to the fact there’s no rush; you’re safe in the Crow Club (hopefully). The real issue is trying to do the exit wound, which is almost directly behind you. You’ll need mirrors and very flexible shoulders.

Standing and shuffling around your room, you manage to assemble a doable set up--with a standing mirror behind you and a wall mirror in front of you. You adjust both to be able to see your exit wound--which is as gnarly as you thought. You sigh deeply and bring your arms behind your back, attempting twist your wrists so your palms are facing your body. You succeed, but it’s extremely uncomfortable, and you already hurt from being shot.

That’s when you hear it. A strong, steady heartbeat outside your room. No one announces themself--no one knocks--but they’re standing there. You know who it is. You know why they’re there.

“Kaz,” you call out. “People can suffer in silence, you know. You have to see them to know if they’re okay.” A few seconds pass and you know Kaz is thinking. You turn your head to the door when it slowly starts to creak open.

When Kaz opens the door enough to walk into your room, he immediately looks to the side when he sees you in undergarments. You can see him swallow nervously and his heart picks up speed a little.

You look back at your reflection. “You should be coming up with a new plan with Inej and Jesper. I didn’t fail, but I did alarm. And that’ll cause problems.”

“The planning can wait until you’re fixed.”

“I’m already halfway there.” Your wrists and hands flex uncomfortably when you move them, soft grunts leaving you. “I’ll be patched up by the time you’re done.”

Kaz sneaks a glance at you, eyes lingering on the wound you’re trying to patch up. Then his gaze moves to your arms and hands, which are in a specific position that makes you look like a demon’s possessed you. You’re succeeding; he can see your wound being manipulated and the hole getting smaller, but you’re struggling. Swallowing, he takes an unsteady step forward until he finds himself traipsing over to you.

You pause your heartrending when you see his reflection standing behind yours. You blink, then slowly turn your head to look at him. “What? You can’t help with this.”

He’s struggling to keep your gaze as it switches between your eyes and down at your arms. Picking up his cane to hold between his arm and side, he slowly reaches out to gently press his gloved hands against your arms.

Your brows scrunch when you’re trying to figure out what he’s doing. He’s not grabbing your arms, rather he’s supporting them. He’s taking tension from your shoulders.

You turn your head back around and continue to heartrend yourself, having an easier time than before. You’re painfully aware of his close proximity to you--you’re insanely aware of his physical contact as well. You can feel him shaking and you can hear his heart racing.

“You don’t have to do this,” you say quietly. “Your heart is racing. Please move away if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m fine,” his response is slightly forced and shaky. “Stop listening to my heart and focus on fixing yourself.”

You sigh softly and try your best to fix yourself as fast as you can. You cringe lightly when you reach a particularly painful part of your body where you didn’t block the pain receptors. You let out a strained grunt in response and you can see Kaz’s eyes look at you in concern from the mirror.

“I’m fine,” you quickly say. “It just hurt a little. I’m almost done.”

Kaz nods and looks back down at your hands and back, silent.

You’re done in two minutes and as soon as you are, you move away from him to keep him from being uncomfortable. You turn to him and smile softly. “You didn’t need to do that. I would’ve managed.”

Kaz places his cane back on the floor and leans on it. “You got done faster though, didn’t you?”

You stare at him for a moment before nodding. “I suppose I did. Thank you.”

Kaz attempts a small smile, but it’s almost indiscernible--it looks like a weird wince. “We meet at the bar in ten.” He turns and walks to the door. “Jesper and Inej are wondering if you’re okay.”

“Tell them I’m fine and I’ll be down in five.”

Kaz nods, not turning to look at you. He closes the door on his way out and you can hear his heartbeat move farther and farther from your room.

You notice how it’s faster than before.

You notice how yours is faster than his.

Ah, yes. To love Kaz Brekker is no easy feat.

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To Love Another | Kaz Brekker x fem!Reader | Shadow and Bone

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Preface: Kaz Brekker, from another’s perspective, seems to be this untouchable god; the Bastard of the Barrel. Which is half-true. He’s aversive to not only touch, but to the thought of being emotionally close, of being emotionally attached to someone. And yet he finds a small part of him craving it.

I’ve found a new obsession. Spencer Reid has my heart but Kaz Brekker (the show Kaz, not book Kaz) lives in my head rent free. Freddy Carter if you see this, just once chance <3

Part 2 Part 3

Warning(s): None

Tags: Soft pining

Being a Crow was no easy feat, nor for the faint of heart. In all honesty, you didn’t expect yourself to get roped into doing crimes with the Bastard of the Barrel himself. He sought you out for one reason only: your heartrending abilities.

You demonstrate exemplar heartrending abilities--far more than any other in Ravka. That’s why Kaz Brekker himself sought you out--prepared to make any payment necessary to get you to work for him.

That was six months ago. You had nothing else to do, no one to come home to, and you figured it’d be fun to run from the law. That’s how you and Jesper got along--he tended to, as you learned, be motivated by greed, and you found it very fun to watch him gamble (and lose half the time).

Inej, Kaz Brekker’s Wraith, was a little trickier to navigate. She wasn’t very social, nor was she there as much as Jesper; having to scout around on Kaz’s orders. Though you do get along with her, you remain civil, and are respectful to each other. You don’t have the combative training she does, but you don’t need to. You know enough to get by if your heartrending abilities aren’t enough.

And then there’s Kaz Brekker. The man who came to you himself to offer you a deal. He had a specific je ne sais quoi to him that wasn’t common in others. Perhaps that’s why you were open to negotiating with him. Other than the fact that he was back-breaking-ly attractive, but that was a mere passing thought at first.

And now here you are, a loyal Crow, and the Crow Club’s version of a bouncer. Any patron who acted less-than civilly or within Club’s rules were out. You handled the more violent ones.

You can’t say for sure whether you’ve grown closer to Kaz or not. He keeps you, as everyone else, at arm's length. At a distance. Safe from his emotional turmoil. You respect that, of course. You don’t push and you don’t force. You two are, in a way, using each other. He uses your abilities to get closer to ending Pekka and you use him as a means of shelter, food, and entertainment. Even trade, in your opinion.

And yet, despite believing that’s all there is to your relationship, you find him doing strange things. Strange for him, at least. He’ll stare at you for slightly longer than at others; his heart rate picks up when you address him, even when his facial expression and body language is as per; often times he’ll give you the safest position in a plan or a heist, and he’d often ask if you’re alright (or alive) without wondering about the others.

At first you were annoyed. You were under the assumption he thought you were incompetent; unable to protect yourself adequately and efficiently. Of course, you were very quick to throw that in his face (as a question, of course) and he just gave a half-assed response before moving on.

You never told Jesper or Inej--sure as hell not Inej--about your observations. You never tell them about how Kaz stands outside of your bedroom when you fix a wound you’ve sustained--and he’ll just listen in with a steady heartbeat. You find it weird. He doesn’t do that with anyone else. And he acts normally to you--nothing outright special. You’re confused and you don’t want to jump to conclusions.

The heart never lies. Kaz can’t control his heart or its functions. That’s why when you hear it pick up when you’re alone with him, you look at his face. His body. You pay attention to whatever he has to say, of course, but you can focus on more than one thing at a time.

You focus so much on Kaz’s racing heart that you don’t focus on yours.

You don’t realize your gaze lingers on him before you separate.

You don’t realize you gravitate towards him, stopped by his aversion to touch.

You don’t realize you subconsciously check over him to make sure he’s not hurt or hiding an injury after a botched mission.

Inej and Jesper notice. They notice both of you--they know Kaz better than anyone, and you’re not discreet, exactly. Your saving grace is Kaz is dense. And you’re dense. It’s like a match made in heaven.

Ah, yes. To love another is no easy feat.

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NSFW Yandere Spencer Reid heacanons because I'm on spring break |Part 3|

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Part 1 Part 2

Preface: The stage has been set; the curtains are drawn. With you in Reid’s reach, and heart, how far is he willing to go to prove his utter devotion to you?

We’ve talked about Yandere!Spencer and the various crimes he’d commit, let’s dive a bit into how he’d behave sexually <3

This will definitely be NSFW (18+) so minors DNI (do not interact). Unless you do, which in that case I refuse to be held responsible for the content you consume.

Warning(s): NSFW, contains sexual content

He might not feel strong sexual feelings for you until a bit into his obsession

He’ll make himself uncomfortable with some of the things he’d think

Tries to suppress his sexual feelings/fantasies even more than his overt obsessive thoughts in the beginning

He believes you to be absolutely beautiful and wants to see and feel you in all your glory

If you’re showering with him in the same house/place, he’d stay away from the bathroom, but he’d imagine and fantasize about what you look like naked

It doesn’t matter what you think of yourself or your body: he’ll love you enough for both of you

Wants you to sit on his face highkey

Will silently and mentally go apeshit if he sees a part of your body he normally doesn’t

The moment he feels you want to take it further--boom already half hard

Is most likely shaking with excitement. You might mistake it as nerves, and assume it’s his first time (whether it is or not depends on which season Spencer we’re talking about)

Will do whatever you want for your pleasure

Want to lay down and let him worship you like the goddess you are? He’s got you

Want to push him against a wall and make him whimper? He’s all yours

Want to push his head into the mattress whilst railing him? His ass is all yours babes

He will enjoy it because it’s you

Aside from the obvious physical pleasure, he probably thinks of sex as ‘tethering’ you two together, so his obsession/protectiveness/possession would probably get worse

Wants to touch you all the time (not just sexually, but he wouldn’t mind that either)

Kiss the side of his neck from behind and he’ll melt

Whimpers and gasps a lot

Will probably maybe call you ‘mommy’ subconsciously, once

Smiles when he first hears you moan because you sound beautiful (like he thought you would)

Aftercare king

Lord forbid if anyone is eyeing you up (like at a bar or some sort of restaurant)

He has the urge to kill them on the spot

He belongs to you, but you’re his to others

He might not do anything the first or second time

But if it proceeds to happen a multitude of times over the course of a short period, he’d probably get his hands dirty

Absolutely under no circumstances would he ever let you know, or give you any reason to

He’s less worried about the BAU, but he knows he can’t be too careless or consistent

Probably wants to have sex with you after a kill, or after catching someone leering at you

Obviously he’d be cool with you saying no, but his frustration will just pent up and will either be released the next sex session, or the next time someone stares at you

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Sad/Grieving Spencer Reid x Missing/Dead Reader headcanons because sad Spencer gives me serotonin in a twisted way

Preface: You were either announced missing (and presumed dead) or were killed and/or died somehow. There were a lot of things Spencer wanted to do with you, and a lot of things he didn’t do with you.

Rip reader, but your death and/or absence is giving me content to write, so be happy about that :)))

Warning(s): Mentions of death due to unspecified reasons, mentions of kidnapping and possible murder

At the initial report of your missing persons/murder, Spencer is stunned into a few seconds of silence

If he witnessed your death and/or kidnapping, he’ll collapse to the ground

He’ll blame himself, even if he doesn’t admit it, he will

To continue Point 1, he’ll ask Morgan or Garcia or Hotch or whoever to confirm it again, and then ask to see the report himself

He’ll start to get a little manic because he’s in disbelief

If you’re missing, he’ll frantically want to search for you himself

If you’re dead, he wants to see you

The team has to hold him back/down to keep him from acting by himself

He’ll cry. Hard.

When he’s alone he’ll hug something of yours to his chest, curl up, and cry

If you’re dead, and he goes to see/identify your body, he’ll get over his germaphobia to place his head on your chest, or hold your hand

If you’re missing, he’ll either drag himself into the station or work from home

Cries almost every day initially, or is on the brink of tears

Morgan and Garcia try to check in on him often to make sure he’s alive (bare minimum)

He’ll be silent at your funeral

He’ll continue to look for you if you’re missing, and won’t give up if your case is dropped

He’ll get mad at the others for giving up

If you’re dead, he’ll visit your grave every day and sit by it whilst rambling on about what he did that day, or what he didn’t do, and tell you how much he misses you and wishes you were alive

He’ll apologize a lot

If you’re missing, he’ll work almost obsessively

Will not get that much sleep

Goes to the team if he finds a breakthrough or a lead

If the team discourages him from pursuing it, he’ll probably get very frustrated

Will have a lot of silent breakdowns

Might not function properly with you gone

Sleeps with your sweater or some sort of your clothing to smell you

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Hi! I was wandering if i could request a part 2 for the yandere!spencer headcannons, please?

I really love your content! I hope you have a good night/day!

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Yandere Spencer Reid heacanons because I was asked |Part 2|

See part 1 here See part 3 here

Preface: With Spencer Reid's attention on you, how does his obsessive and possessive devotion go from here? How far is he willing to go for you?

I'm doing these in class but shhhhhhh my professor doesn't need to know

Warning(s): Mentions of violence, stalking, kidnapping, psychological abuse, (un)willing reader (depends on if you fw this imagine), spiral into pure criminality

Spencer would never ask you on a date first. He's way too scared and cautious of you rejecting him or somehow seeing through his 'cool' and 'casual' facade

If (and when) you ask him out on a simple coffee date first, he beams like nothing else

Is absolutely delighted and says 'yes' a bit too quickly, but you take it as excitement

Is an absolute angel on the date

Pays attention to you (more than what would be considered normal), pays for your stuff (if you want, he'll let you pay for your own if you say so)

He's practically skipping down the street with you

He so desperately wants to hold your hand, but doesn't want to come off as too strong

God forbid if someone dare interrupt your perfect date

All joy and delight will be gone from him

He'll be very curt and brief with the person and very softly glower at them

If the person puts their attention on you for any duration, Spencer will immediately do/say something to put your attention on him

He'll hover a bit too close to you and might find the balls to hold your hand to show you're on a date with him

He won't verbally say anything, but it's rather easy to guess he's 'jealous' (or you assume him to be)

When the person is gone, Spencer stares at them like they'll just do a 180 and try to kidnap you

You, of course, just think it's some jealousy and brush it off with a joke

Spencer smiles, but he knows what he's going to do after your date is finished

Doesn't notice he's still holding your hand

You notice though, and you squeeze his hand tighter in yours

He practically passes out from the sudden rush of euphoria

It may be obvious

You just smile/laugh and tell him he's cute

He gets shy from the compliment (he's probably getting a bit excited from the attention, yk)

He walks/drives you home and walks you up to your door

You kiss him on the cheek and he almost falls over

As soon as you go inside he dazily walks back to his car and smiles dreamily at the thought of you and him (finally) being together

And then he remembers the person who interrupted your almost perfect date

Smile is gone, joy is wiped

He wants to--no, needs to--find out who the person is

It takes a little bit of time and a lot of snooping, but he eventually finds the person out

Stalks their home sometimes when he's not busy

Wants to make absolute sure they won't bother you again, or ever

Wil sometimes keep his hand on his gun holster if he sees the person walking alone, but refrains from blasting a hole through their head

He stops stalking them after a week or so

He develops the courage to ask you on a date first the second time

Could marry you the second you say yes

Sometimes he'll get very impulsive thoughts about you when you're away from him for a while

If he knows you're hanging out with other people, he dreads it

He wants to know everyone you're with

Names, numbers, addresses, SSNs, medical records, family history

Of course he simply marinates in it and doesn't act on it (by the skin of his teeth)

If you start talking to him about someone else a bit too much for his liking, he'll get very quiet

When you ask what's wrong he'll just say he's 'listening' and to 'keep going'

He proceeds to seethe even more when you do keep going

Gets very dark thoughts about your friend

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i love your headcanons so much never stop writing (this is meant as encouragement obviously and as a compliment, but not to pressure you into writing if you’re not in a good writing place rn)

I'm always willing to write for pretty boys who deserve to be railed like the whores they are <33333333333 New headcanons, series parters, and continuations are coming soon. Make sure to like my masterlist so you can check when I've updated it (I do so every time I post something)

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Face-fucking Spencer Reid headcanons because yes

Preface: Who wouldn’t want to stick their dick or strap in this man’s mouth? Stroke that shit until his jaw is sore, and your lower body is on fire

In too deep now to stop

This will definitely be NSFW (18+) so minors DNI (do not interact). Unless you do, which in that case I refuse to be held responsible for the content you consume.

Warning(s): NSFW

NSFW TAGS: Dick/strap sucking, praise, crying (slightly), deepthroating, begging

Is not the most experienced with sucking (either a strap or a dick, but he’s more familiar with the latter, probably)

There’s an equal chance of him bringing the topic up, though it depends on if you have a dick or not

If you have a dick, greater chance of him bringing it up first

If you don’t, there’s a lesser chance

But he’d be pretty receptive to both equally

When you two first begin, if it’s the first time, he tentatively sinks to his knees and looks up at you

Assuming you know what you’re doing enough to know you’re into it, you gently caress his face and coo affirmations to him

He first puts the tip into his mouth fully--just to get a feel for it

His brows will furrow slightly at first

Give him a minute or two to get acclimated, and he’ll put more of you in his mouth

If you gently ask him if he likes it, he just looks up at you and hums with you

He’ll wrap his arms to the back of your legs and pull you into him, so more of your strap/dick gets pushed into his mouth

He’ll gag slightly, and he’ll pull off a little to relieve it, but he’ll go right back

Run your hands through his hair and caress his face

Call him a pretty boy/good boy, and say how good he looks on his knees for you

After a few minutes, hold his face and gently thrust into his mouth

He’ll groan with every thrust, and will clench your clothes in his hands

He’ll pull you into him more and will take the entirety of you

Hold him there by the back of his head and listen to him make pretty gagging noises

Rip him off your dick and watch his eyes fill with tears

Say he looks beautiful

He’ll pathetically whisper for you to put it back in his mouth

Will lightly plead if that’s what you want

Will suck your dick for as long as you want/can last

Loves feeling up you up when he sucks you off

Sometimes begs to suck your dick if he’s horny enough

Roughly fuck his mouth until he’s drooling and crying

Adjust your position so your dick pushes against one of his cheeks

Eyes will roll the first time

Gag him with your dick--his reflex will be trained to last longer the more you do it

69 with him on top

Rub the tip over his drooling lips and he’ll dazily try to put it in his mouth

If you cum in his mouth, he’ll swallow it and then open his mouth to show it’s empty

Will love the feeling of you balls-deep in his throat

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Yandere Spencer Reid heacanons because I was inspired |Part 1|

Preface: It’s hard to imagine the upstanding, moral Spencer Reid as an obsessive, compulsive lover who would do anything and everything for your love. Lucky for you, I’m here to help you imagine.

Yandere!Spencer Reid is chefs kiss. Exactly what I need (and want awooga)

Part 2 here Part 3 here

Warning(s): Mentions of violence, stalking, kidnapping, psychological abuse, (un)willing reader (depends on if you fw this imagine), spiral into pure criminality

He is first horrified when he begins to feel the obsession or possession

When he first meets you is when he first begins to get those feelings

Tries his absolute hardest to logic his way out of it, or to control it, or to seek help

Tries his best to communicate to you as a healthy, normal person would, but he can’t help but find those thoughts creeping in again

He believes it’ll be better if you’re away from him, but his thoughts and feelings change to hardcore yearning

Knows it’s not love he’s feeling, and is potentially dangerous to you

Might spiral down into a breakdown (or a few) because of it

Will genuinely think of himself as a horrible person who thinks he can’t get help

If you try to help him he’ll vehemently decline it and will tell you it’s a bad idea

Others at the BAU try their hardest to help him, but the thoughts are still there

If Reid sees you interacting with someone who seems interested in you, his mind will implode

Will be constantly trying to justify the person’s ‘disappearance’ to himself for hours whilst alone

Will come up with the excuse that the person is dangerous to you, or has the potential to be (his calculations will be slightly skewed)

At first, he’ll ask Morgan or Hotch to help him ‘deal with’ the person, but since the person is literally innocent, they can’t do anything

He gets frustrated but brushes it off as paranoia

Spencer starts to find himself hovering near where your house is just to ‘check in’ on you to see if you’re alright

To him, he’s just being protective over you. He wants you safe

But he also knows if he springs all of his thoughts and worries on you, you’ll hate him

Whenever he thinks about you hating him he feels like he can’t breathe

He needs you to like him--love him, even

As weeks and months go by, he doesn’t fight his impulsive thoughts as much as before

Whenever you’re near, you have 100% of his attention. He barely looks away from you if you’re within his line of sight

He’s a nervous wreck when you talk

He’s scared he’ll mess up and say something that’ll fuck your friendship up

He’s not good at mincing words, so he has to carefully curate his sentences

When you smile or laugh at something he says, he feels high

When you mention someone who’s not a part of the BAU, that high disappears instantly

It’s replaced with a cold disinterest in whoever it is you’re speaking about

He tries to manipulate the conversation to see if he can pull more info out of you about the person

He takes advantage of his access to FBI equipment and software to find the person

He makes sure to cover his tracks thoroughly and will not rest until he’s sure any audit trail or history or whatever isn’t linked back to him

When he finds the person’s personal info, he finds himself ‘checking them out’

Will take walks in front of their house, or follow them

Does this for every person who’s not an overt threat

He will, however, drop whatever stalkerish shit he’s doing if you call or text him

If someone does ask you out, or you mention going on a date, or talking to a person of interest, haha

Someone’s going to die

Once Spencer gets the necessary information, he’ll stalk the person out

He might have a conversation with them, profile them, and then talk about their relationship to you

He’s more than likely not strong enough to physically overpower a person of above-average strength, but he’s got the brains to make the odds even

Will create an elaborate plan to get the person to come to him instead

Whenever he does manage to kidnap/isolate the person, he won’t kill them immediately

He’d have a genuine heart-to-heart with them

He’d say you’re his. He’ll say he’s yours, and whoever tries to take you away (be it romantically or otherwise) will be met with a steep response. He’ll say he loves you, and will do anything to be sure you’re with him, and only him

Probably kills the person by slitting their throat. A bullet is too easily identifiable

He’ll comfort you if you’re saddened by your date’s/person of interest’s disappearance

When you hug him, his entire body goes hot

He hugs you tightly (probably a bit too tight)

He verbally comforts you as best he can, and assures you you’ll go on other dates (hopefully with him)

He’ll gently rock you if you’re hugging for a long time

If you pull away first, he’ll try to keep you in the hug, but will let go if you push him away

He’ll let you sleep on him, and he’ll stare at you while you do

He’ll think to himself about how beautiful you are, and how you deserve everything, and how much you deserve him especially

He gets a lot pushier after that, especially when it comes to you getting close with others

Will physically hover closer to you

Will glower at anyone who looks at you a certain way

Will never let you privy to these thoughts and habits and behaviors of his until he’s sure you can handle/accept them

He will definitely try to gaslight you and/or emotionally manipulate you if he thought it’d make you like/trust him more

You’d trust him, most likely. He’s Spencer mf Reid, why wouldn’t you

He wouldn’t psychologically manipulate/abuse you that much, and wouldn’t physically put his hands on you unless he had to

He notices the obsessive and compulsive thoughts calm when he’s around you, so he wants you next to him almost 24/7

Gets very disenchanted and uninterested when you’re not around

The team believes him to be down bad

They think he’s a puppy in love with you and find it adorable

Will mention you often to get him engaged

Sometimes he’ll just push through a case due to the thought of seeing you after

If he gets injured on a case, his first and only thought would be his desire to not die and leave you behind. Anything else comes secondary

If you’re a mother figure, or give off ‘motherly’ vibes, that’ll make this worse

If you initiate any form of physical contact, he will beam

Literally treats you like an actual god(dess) (aside from the occasional emotional manipulation but yk)

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Fluff Time | Spencer Reid x Reader | Short blurb |

Preface: Having a soft, quiet morning with your lover doesn’t come very often. Which is why you’re going to take full advantage of it and not let him leave the bed until you’re ready.

I’ve bent this man over backwards, forwards; psychologically tormented him, violated him, and romanced him. I think he deserves a little break to feel loved for who he is.

Warning(s): None

It was rare when Spencer was able to sleep in with you--it was even rarer for him to want to sleep in. Usually, he’s up early to get some stuff done and lets you sleep a few more hours. Not this morning.

When you wake up, you’re greeted by a pleasant warmth. One that feels nicer than the soft, thick blankets covering you. You shift, opening your eyes and blinking away the morning blurriness. Messy tufts of brown hair are faintly visible at the ends of your vision, and you lift your head to stare at its owner. “Spence?” You whisper softly.

“Mm?” He shifts in your arms, slowly opening his eyes to gaze at you.

“Why’re you still sleeping? Not that I mind. At all. It’s just strange.”

“I told you there’s a break with the team. Just for a day or two.”

“Oh. I must’ve been half asleep when you told me. I wouldn’t have forgotten something like that.”

“Well, you were drooling.” He smiles gently and you roll your eyes. “You looked beautiful.”

“‘Looked’?” Your brows raise.

He gives you a soft glower. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” you chuckle softly and kiss him, reaching your hand up to brush through his hair. “I always think you’re pretty, too.”

He smiles shyly and nuzzles his head into you, groaning softly in contentment. “This is nice.”

“It is. That’s why we should do this every opportunity.” You adjust yourself and hold him closer to you, kissing the side of his head before resting your chin on his shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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