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lol all i can think of is just silly sibling bau times when i see this idk why (definitely cuz i grew up with five siblings) but just imagine the unit only having one suv at their disposal for like a day and they just have to cope, so you're all squeezing in, and your just in the back middle seat between probably morgan and reid or something (maybe even emily (would she manspread??)) and your internally tweaking because your knees are SO sore from their own knees digging into them because they wont CLOSE THEIR LEGS. i would commit war crimes i think.

i will only tolerate manspreading when it’s him

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No Love Lost

A/N: Hi, this is my third fic that I've posted. I hope you guys enjoy as much as the first, Amia xx

Pairing: Aaron Hotcher x Reader

Summary: Partygirl Haley leaves her son and her husband for her new boyfriend. When she arrives back in town, Aaron has remarried and Jack is thriving with his new mom. Haley watch as Jack and Aaron openly choose Reader and Haley has to face that Aaron left his job to be with Reader, so maybe his commitment to his job was never the issue....

T/W: Haley is alive, no Foyet story, Reader is called mom, jealousy (Haley and other moms to Reader), lowkey a fic aimed for Haley-haters (I'm sorry to those that like her, I do too. But for reasons she's mean in this) No use of Y/N

Background: Aaron married Reader when Jack was 3, 2 years into dating, whereas Haley has had a string of boyfriends and no one seems to put up with her for long. Aaron left the BAU to be a stay-at-home dad for Jack. The whole situation is tense and only made worse at Jack's soccer game, where Aaron and Jack openly choose Reader over Haley.

Front row and centre, like always, your designated space in the stands. Arriving early with the coach had its perks, you thought to yourself, your eyes wandering to your devilishly handsome husband, leading the team of 7 year olds through the game. You smile to yourself as Emily nudges your ribs with her sharp elbow.

"Ow!" You protest, turning back to face your husband's team, "Can I help you?"

JJ and Penelope share a look as Morgan teasingly replies, "Seriously, girl. Gotta stop watching the man so tensely. You look like you're gonna combust." He gets a soft roll of your eyes as you look back to the field, your head tilting slightly as you bite your lip.

You couldn't help it if your husband is as sexy as Aaron definitely is. It was your duty as his wife to stare. Not those other moms who were quickly earning themselves a spot on your bad side. But to Aaron, they might as well not be there, because time and time again, his eyes found yours instantly. They would speak a thousand words in just one look and you could read him like a book. And right now.... it was a warning?

Your brows crinkle as your eyes scan around for whatever danger Aaron had noticed. Luckily you hear her tight voice before you catch her attention. You have just enough time to slip away from the team and into Aaron's side, almost hiding from her.

You weren't scared of Haley. You had explained that countless times. She didn't scare you, but she was an awful person to deal with alone, so you found it easier to tuck under Aaron's arm as face her as a team.

She was currently flaunting some poor chap around the PTA moms, the woman who snicker behind her back about "how tragic Haley is for not being able to keep a husband or boyfriend" and "how that girl came out of nowhere". They meant you, you knew that. These mothers were all very quick to bombard you with questions about Aaron and your relationship as if any of them had any entitlement to him.

They didn't know him, not in the way you did. And you doubted that Haley ever did, just from the way they both talk of their former marriage. Haley, a cloud of bitter, wishing the same fate of her marriage to Aaron to befall you too. Aaron, who wishes Haley the best, but refused to be in a relationship with someone who loved another. Two heartbreaking sides to one story.

But for Jack's sake you tried. Tried to be nice, tried to be supportive Haley's party lifestyle, tried to not snap at her, with all her comments and "observations" as she called them. Tried to be nice to all her boyfriends or "lovers". But that didn't mean you were friends, more like two ships passing in the night. Close enough to acknowledge each other, but far enough to not have to interact without a buffer. The "buffer" unfortunately just happened to be Aaron and most of the time, Jack.

It broke your heart to see that boy let down by her constantly. And you were begin to see why Aaron had been so confused over your instant kindness to them both. The way you had come into their lives and changed it for the better: brightening Aaron's world and widening Jack's.

"Mom!" A small voice broke your train of thought. Your son (not by blood, but in every way that counts) was running directly toward you, a small scrape on his knee. His eyes watery as he flings his body into yours.

"Oh baby..." You coo, stroking his hair, "Come on, Dad's got some plasters in his jacket." You say, tugging at Aaron's zipper to fish out his mini first aid kit from his inside pocket.

"You okay, buddy?" Aaron's low voice asks gently. Jack doesn't get a chance to answer. Her voice cuts through you and you feel Jack's arms tighten on you.

"My baby boy!" Her screeching voice carries from where she stands with her new beau and the other moms. Jack tries to hide behind you both, knowing how his other mother can be. But unfortunately that doesn't stop her. She moves quickly to you, dropping to her knees and grasping at Jack. "Oh honeyyy!" She coos, trying to comfort the boy.

You'd have thought if she was that worried about her son, she'd be around more... you thought bitterly to yourself.

But Jack doesn't have any of it, moving away from her grasp to the bench, his attention on you and the first aid pack in your hands, "Need a plaster." His voice is now devoid of emotion, his face a mask of boredom. Both you and Aaron can see through it. He's tired of Haley's antics and her way of vying for attention. Using him as a pawn in her game. Jack hates it all. You step forward, undoing the small pack and dressing Jack's scrape. Aaron tries to talk quietly to Haley but she's more interested in sending glares to the back of your head.

"There you go, baby." You say softly, gently patting over the animal plaster, "All better, hey?" Jack nods, a small smile at his lips.

He stands, ready to join his teammates, who are celebrating their win on the field, "Thanks mom!" He calls over his shoulder, running away from the grownups. Haley stares at you as you move to start dishing up the snacks for the kids. She stands back, watching the way you and Aaron tease each other gently, the way you move around each other with ease, like a dance. The lingering touches, the look on your face as he whispers something obviously sweet to you. She sees softness in his eyes and feels her stomach drop.

"You've changed..." She muses to him, her eyebrow raised as Aaron shrugs gently. Her arms cross over her chest.

"It happens... Being at home with my wife and son..." Aaron trails off, realising what Haley is hinting to, that he wouldn't give up his job for her and their marriage, but he did for you. "Our son is worth it. So is she." He refuses to elaborate anymore. Haley nods, sighing deeply, her eyes following the way you talk gently to the parents, reminding them that the next game is held at a different park.

"We were just kids, Aaron...." She starts. It was the same phrase she used to explain away her affair. That they 'were just kids when they got married'. Except this time, it didn't revoke the reaction she thought it would. No pain on his face. No clenched fists.

Instead, Aaron nodded gently, agreeing with her, "We were." His eyes fall onto where you stand with his soccer team. The small boys trying to catch your attention, and you were giving it to them all. Making sure they all felt special in different ways. Aaron smiles softly as he turns back to Haley, "But I'm not anymore. She's shown me what it means to grow up. To want to grow older."

"You left your job!" She argues back, still feeling as though she's missed out on something bigger than herself.

"I did." He smiles softly, "We want a bigger family. Jack wants siblings. And it was easier for me to quit. My hours were getting more unpredictable. So, I stay home, look after them both. She heads to work in the morning and comes back to us at the same time every evening. She... She's my soulmate, Haley." He grabs Haley's hand, squeezing softly, "You deserve to find that too." He lets go almost as quickly as he took her hand and Haley misses the warmth instantly. Your voice breaks through to them as you push past the parents gathered with their children.

"Did you ask him?" You ask, tucking yourself into Aaron's side, your eyes looking down at Jack. The boy shakes his head and you chuckle, "Jack wants to go to that pasta place. Because Dave told him that the unit are heading there now. They want us to join."

Haley shrinks in on herself, realising Jack and Aaron's world has continued to spin without her. Her eyes look around for her date, unable to find him. As Aaron replies to you, she backs away, looking for a way out. You call to her, inviting her along. But Haley shakes her head, mumbling her goodbyes as she leaves once again. It breaks your heart to see Jack deflate at his mother absence. But he's quickly distracted by JJ and Morgan calling him over to the unit.

You pull a face to Aaron and he nods, "She's just like that..." he tries to explain but you were already sighing and pulling him along behind you.

"She's never here. Then complains when she had nothing to talk about with you both. It's exhausting." Aaron chuckles behind you, knowing how cutthroat you could be with your words, you were still so kind when talking about Haley and her... lifestyle choices.

You and the BAU all bundle into two cars. Not without a few lingering kisses between you and Aaron as the man complains about never getting you alone anymore. Haley watches from her car, her heart squeezing as she realises cheating on Aaron to hurt him had worked. But she wasn't expecting someone else to repair his heart before she found herself again.

She may have her freedom, but she lost the two boys she'd thought she'd have forever.

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tw !!! (smoot): when spence is so obsessed with you he just has to jerk off to the thought of you, even when you're already in a relationship <33

you were asleep in bed, snoring softly when he had slipped out of your arms, taking the panties he had so unceremoniously discarded on the floor earlier with him as he heads for the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

he leans back against the cool tile, pushing down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his lower abdomen. he brings your underwear to his nose, inhaling deeply, the scent of your arousal filling his nose. he groans, his brows knitting together as he throws his head back, wrapping his hand around his length.

he strokes himself slowly, wanting to savour the time he had with your scent pressed to his face. messy, slick sounds echo off the walls of the bathroom, and he whimpers breathily, his jaw going slack.

you smelt as good as you tasted. all fruity and sweet like strawberries, he swears he could get a sugar rush just from eating you out alone.

he works himself faster, his mind occupied with thoughts of your legs quivering around his face when he made you squirt for the first time earlier. how you whined his name, getting louder and louder until he had to cover your mouth with his hand. fuck, he loved making you cum.

he removes your panties from his face, stroking himself faster before cumming with a loud moan, spilling his load into the fabric of your underwear. he whines softly as he milks himself dry onto the fabric before gently tossing it into the laundry bin.

can u guys tell im shitposting .. 🙁

[ririgoreid]

ZOOOO WEEEE MAMA

Bonus

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YOO U GOT A MASTERLIST?? 🐜

HI WHATS A MASTERLIST AND NO I DONT THINK SO

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IM LOCKING IN AND GETTING STARTED ON THIS

im conducting a silly :3

pls give me more ideas and tell me whatu think i'm a bit scared help

idk if this is gonna do well

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Erm 18+

The concept of being so bold and forward and flirty w him until u finally lure him into ur bedroom and go completely submissive…. Meta mindfuck domination by completely subverting expectations and forcing HIM to be dominant….. and knowing he’s so obsessed he’ll just have to go w it bc he wants to give u whatever u want……..

This Spencer ….

This idea has been haunting me for. Like a week

[ririgoreid]

ok but why no sub!reader x sub!spencer

it's just both of them simultaneously falling apart in eachothers arms as they clumsily fuck (so sigma)

[ririgoreid]

gisyshshshdhs

.. okay sorry wait hear me out

autistic reader, and in the case of like reid (if they were a couple, i mean), he'd let you yap to him about your special interest ALL the time, and even speedrun through learning EVERYTHING about it just to yap with you, and he actually gets into it (ever the geek) :(((

BFURUTHRUHR but if ur dating hotch, he'd probably (and i say this with the firm belief he is an absolute sugar daddy (you WILL be spoiled constantly)) buy you so many things to do with your special interest, even the modt expensive most rare collectibles because he knows you'll be ecstatic (might scold him for irresponsible financial decisions first tho hehe) and he loves making you happy >:3

by the way, i'd love if u guys would comment ur interests or hyperfixations or anything (doesn't have to be specific to neurodivergent people, i just wanna know what u sillies are into c:

[ririgoreid]

im conducting a silly :3

pls give me more ideas and tell me whatu think i'm a bit scared help

idk if this is gonna do well

[ririgoreid]

'it repulses me.' – S. R.

-> "it's not that i don't want to, i just can't."

-> "no. you just don't try."

spencer reid / reader.

content – avoidant reader , reader is not too understanding , relationship difficulties , emphasis on this being seasons one and two spencer , fairly calm argument , not lots of dialogue , spencer dislikes touch.

this is a part one. part two will be kinder.

the floors are cold against your feet. your home feels more like a hospital. you suppose you should refer to it as a 'house' instead. home is a place of comfort. a place to retreat to in moments of uncertainty, unsafety.

this building didn't feel like that. not even when spencer would come home - which, of course, was not often at all. it got lonely, and you can understand why nobody in the bau could hold down a relationship.

you don't mean to sound all .. 'hey look at me, i have it worse than everybody!' but, you do. you do have it worse than everybody else.

"hey." you hear a soft voice call out. his voice. you continue slicing at the vegetables you'd planned to prep long ago, but you procrastinated. it's an internal dilemma. to or to not respond? you're not .. mad at him. necessarily. but you are upset. upset about what you got yourself into. because you can't leave without feeling like you're the worst person in the world. you told yourself you know what you were getting into, but, did you?

footsteps near the place you stood, and you hear the small thud and rustle of his bag being set down on the counter. you don't look up. you're tired of looking up. "hey ..?" he repeats, taking on a more inquisitive tone.

he furrows his brows at the lack of a response. it was a possibility you didn't hear him when he called out from the door, but this was unmistakeable. he felt insecure. uncomfortable. ".. is something wrong?" he asks. and his tone is too soft. you hate him and his softness. how his voice sounds like honey lines the walls of his vocal cords. how his hands felt like a thick blanket, the mound of his thumb in his palm like a soft ridge in freshly washed fabric. as if that's something you felt often.

you want to answer. you want to talk. but maybe he'd care more about you if you just didn't bother.

.. right?

he exhales quietly before moving to stand next to you. no, he doesn't hold you from behind. doesn't hug you. doesn't soothe or comfort you physically like a loved one does.

"sixty - seven percent of failed relationships are due to a lack of communication, it affects the ability to resolve conflicts in an effecient manner. talking would prove effective in building trust and fostering emotional intimacy-"

you scoff, and it almost sounds like a sob. "intimacy." you parrot with a broken voice, sniffling. stop crying. please stop. you hated being vulnerable - though, who were you kidding? you were vulnerable nearly all the time. because there was never any security and you couldn't come to terms with that. not now, not ever.

".. yes, emotional intimacy is crucial in order to ascertain a functioning-"

"stop talking." you interrupt, your thumb digging into your ring finger as your hand curls into a fist, your other hand tightening around the knife you held.

".. is something wrong?" he tilts his head, trying to catch your gaze.

"i'm sure there's many statistics you could spew about how when your girlfriend doesn't respond to you, it means she's angry with you. tell me, what's the likelihood of a relationship like that working out?" you retort, finally lifting your head, but still refusing eye contact. you find yourself feeling surprised that it was harder to look a 'loved' one in the eye than a stranger. maybe he was a stranger. he certainly felt like one.

he notes the tear stains that run their course down your cheeks, spilling from the source that was your eyes. ones he could stare at all day. they're big. cutely so. a deep brown, almost black, but they're so much lighter in the sunlight, and when it's cast down along your eyes, they're brighter. they shine as if that very star in the sky personally lights a fire in your irises. it reminds him of how your face lights up whenever he rambles on about his interests to you. though, right now, you seem anything but interested. especially in him.

you want to ask if he loves you.

truly. loves you.

"i- .. i don't think this is a very profecient direction to be heading in." he answers, and it's vague. almost like he is. and you think, maybe if you couldn't see, you wouldn't notice he was there anyways.

"okay." you concede, unsurprisingly. it was the only reason you and him never got into any heated arguments. where it started, it stopped. because you were too scared all the time. you know what you want. you know you need to put yourself first. you're worth doing that. aren't you ..?

"okay." he repeats, his eyes softening ever so slightly. as if the idiot wasn't soft enough. you almost wanna slap him. hurt him. see if he's really so soft then, because it's so abnormally irritating, having a man who just never breaks character. he's almost as consistent as his habits, and as much as you take comfort in routine and consistency; in times like this, it was unbearable.

".. can i-" he starts.

"why don't you touch me?" you ask. and usually, you'd scold yourself or profusely apologize for interrupting like you had done so many times in the last ten minutes, but you find yourself unable to care. and you wonder if this is what it feels like to prioritize yourself. gratifying. freeing.

"why don't i touch you?" he repeats. repeats. repeats. repeats. and god, does it make you sick to your stomach. does he really not have it in him to answer? to even give you any form of closure? "i- .. you know how uncomfortable i am with touch, i just don't know how to and i find it .. displeasing."

oh.

displeasing. he finds it 'displeasing'. touch is displeasing. that's fine. you have sensory issues too, you get it.

no. no you don't. why kid yourself? you don't get it. you don't understand why someone, who — if he'd ask — you'd give your entire soul to. submit. no questions asked. though, that might not be so true as of late.

your knuckles are white. almost as white as your face, and you assume all the blood left your body and decided to regroup in your heart and stomach, because they both felt this close to exploding, and not even remotely in a good way.

you don't even realize the time that's passed. why would you? when he says something like that so casually, as if you're meant to take it and shut up. which is what you always do. you've conditioned him to expect that. this is your fault. no wonder you constantly wallow in misery - misery that's your own, and not his fault. you ask for this. you accept it with open arms.

"are you-"

"no." you lie. you're a liar. you always resort to telling anything but the truth. especially to yourself.

"please talk to me." he pleads, and oddly enough, you finally decide to look up at him for a split second before averting your gaze again. it was a reflex. an involuntary response. you didn't want to look him in the eye. not now. and, maybe, not ever again.

there's silence before his footsteps slowly retreat, the wooden floorboards creaking under his weight. hesitantly at first, and confidently soon after.

you don't love him.

divider creds — @honeyluvsw @junabuggy , @cursed-carmine , @saradika-graphics

[ririgoreid]

MORE UNSUB READER PLS

[ririgoreid]

please tell me you're seeing this

i need to bite his forearms and have him put his fingers in my mouth it's not even funny

HES SO OBVIOUSLY BIGGER IN SIZE NEXT TO PAGET IM GONNA THENFKDLSHDLSDHSJDHSJDHHDJEH and that stupid tiny phone in his big hands IM DONE FOR

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me after making reader me just without all the flaws:

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tw !!! (smoot): when spence is so obsessed with you he just has to jerk off to the thought of you, even when you're already in a relationship <33

you were asleep in bed, snoring softly when he had slipped out of your arms, taking the panties he had so unceremoniously discarded on the floor earlier with him as he heads for the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

he leans back against the cool tile, pushing down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out and slap against his lower abdomen. he brings your underwear to his nose, inhaling deeply, the scent of your arousal filling his nose. he groans, his brows knitting together as he throws his head back, wrapping his hand around his length.

he strokes himself slowly, wanting to savour the time he had with your scent pressed to his face. messy, slick sounds echo off the walls of the bathroom, and he whimpers breathily, his jaw going slack.

you smelt as good as you tasted. all fruity and sweet like strawberries, he swears he could get a sugar rush just from eating you out alone.

he works himself faster, his mind occupied with thoughts of your legs quivering around his face when he made you squirt for the first time earlier. how you whined his name, getting louder and louder until he had to cover your mouth with his hand. fuck, he loved making you cum.

he removes your panties from his face, stroking himself faster before cumming with a loud moan, spilling his load into the fabric of your underwear. he whines softly as he milks himself dry onto the fabric before gently tossing it into the laundry bin.

can u guys tell im shitposting .. 🙁

[ririgoreid]

still thinking about that fanfic in my drafts about reid x cannibal!unsub!reader

i think there may be something slightly wrong with me

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dry humping with hotch immediately pls.