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moonlightspencie · 1 year

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tricks up your sleeve

Part 2 of ‘the sweetest con’

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

<- PART ONE

I twisted the ring on my finger, unsure why I still had it on, but not taking it off. It was something that used to mean so much: a lifetime commitment, love, a family. Now it was a flash of gold that served to feed my nervous habit.

Jack was due to go home at any moment. He was fast asleep, and it was everything in me not to wake him in order to soak in every moment. Instead, I watched his little eyelids flutter as he dreamed in my bed. He looked so tiny on such a large mattress. He was tiny. Too small to deal with visits to dad’s house once a week and parents who couldn’t be around one another. I rested my hand against the soft hair on top of his head and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Haley came to take him away five minutes later, giving me the cold shoulder entirely as she carried his sleeping form away. I wished more than anything that I could have given him a real goodbye, scared he would think that the time we spent together was just a long dream when he woke up in a different bed than the one he fell asleep in. Maybe one day he’d be able to forgive me for everything. I hoped he would.

The next phone call I got whisked me away to Florida. We were tracking down a killer who was going after college-aged women, doing things to them I didn’t think I’d ever be comfortable hearing. It made me sick every time, without fail.

It’s a lie to believe that it ever gets easier. It doesn’t. You just have to learn how to deal with a constant barrage of bad news.

I held the door for her as we walked into the house of the latest victim’s parents. She gave me a soft smile and a curt ‘thank you’ before slipping back into the persona she puts on to speak with others on the job. I let her take the lead, admiring the way she could break down walls so easily. Her voice was soft and sounded like silk as she spoke. She occasionally looked at me to give a word or two, though I much preferred to let her continue without my interruption. The family responded so well to her.

“That went surprisingly well,” she muttered under her breath as we walked back to the car.

“Of course it did. You always know what to say,” I noted, a tiny small pulling at my lips.

We got in the car, and she looked at me, unimpressed.

“You’re being such a suck-up. Remind me, who’s the head of the unit, again?” she asked, a cheeky smile on her face.

My own smile came through now, and I shook my head, pulling out onto the road.

“I’m trying to compliment you. Just take it.”

“You know I don’t take compliments well.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you insist on giving them?”

I sighed. She was so delightfully stubborn sometimes.

“Because you should hear it.”

“I disagree.”

“Disagree all you want. I know you secretly like it,” I said, glancing at her briefly out of the corner of my eye.

“You don’t know anything, Hotchner.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

She laughed, rolling down the window to see the trees and buildings pass us by as we drove along. It suddenly felt so silly and domestic. Her smile still stuck in place as she watched the city, and the radio playing low, a breeze seeping into the usually-stuffy vehicle.

“When was the last time you had a vacation?” she asked.

I hummed, thinking on my answer. It had been a long time, that’s for sure.

“A couple years since I had a real one. Little trips here and there, but I’m not sure those really count.”

“You deserve one. Like, a real vacation. Sitting by the pool and frying like a piece of bacon in the sun. I think that would suit you.”

“A sunburn?”

She laughed again. “No. Relaxation. You don’t get enough of that.”

“It would be nice.”

“Why don’t you take one? You deserve time off more than anyone.”

I shrugged. “Not sure being all alone right now would do me any good.”

“Oh,” she said, going quiet.

“That sounded really—“

“No! No,” she cut me off, almost panicked. “I get it. Maybe we can convince Strauss to let us stay an extra day next time we’re in a warm climate. Then you can hang out with the whole team and get some rest.”

“Does that count as a vacation?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Baby steps, Hotchner. We’ll work you up to a full-fledged one.”

“Right.”

Our time in Florida was short. We were lucky to catch our unsub quickly. Though it meant that, at least for the time being, the woman I was paired with for much of the case would be away from me again. She deserved time to herself, much like she tried to convince me I should have, but I couldn’t help but wish I could stick around her a little longer. It was probably selfish, maybe me slipping down a slope I couldn’t return from, but she made the slide down so comfortable.

I found myself in my bedroom, all alone, but feeling a little less lonely. As if on cue when I started feeling that familiar weight on my chest, she sent me a message.

- ‘I have the sneaking suspicion you’re still awake. If I’m right, please get some sleep. At least for my sake if you won’t do it for your own. I’m bringing you breakfast tomorrow morning and I don’t want to deal with a grumpy Hotch.

- Sweet dreams, boss man.’

I bit back a smile, setting my phone and the wedding band on my finger on the nightstand.

NEXT PART ->

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rl800 · 2 months

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I come up with great ideas like this(also you can do it)

Criminal Minds

There has been a series of murders

•Grenade was attached to a person

•Chopped a hand off with a blade

•Pushed in front of a train

•Bullet straight through the brain

•Beatin black and blue

•Breaks ripped out a car

The team couldn't find a connection to what all this possibly meant, until (y/n) appears jogging past singing Bruno Mars Grenade. Spencer stops (y/n) asking why she was here and about the song she was singing. "Uh, I always jog past here at this time and this is the song on my playlist that plays. It's by Bruno Mars..." And Derek says "It's Grenade, right?" As he looks behind (y/n) at a specific house where someone is peaking out the window snapping a picture.

Someone plz do this for me. I asked someone once on Wattpad and I lost it 😭

#criminal minds #bruno mars grenade #songfic idea #female reader #derek morgan #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #jason gideon #david rossi #jenifer jareau

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blankat · 6 months

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songfic #1 - Captain Jack by Captain Jack

Okay, so. I've just had an idea of starting to write songfics and I'm going to a Captain Jack concert next month so I've been preparing for it by listening more to their music lol. Anyways, I wrote this on my phone, it's not proofread so please just ignore any mistakes you find lmao. I think I might even used the wrong pronouns for Aaron at some point in the fic i'm so sorry. It's just a lil' something i put together in like 10 minutes lol

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Warnings: heavy alcohol consumption word count: 1.3k

Hotch knew it was a bad idea to send y/n on an undercover mission to a Project X sized house party among teenagers, but she was the youngest therefore she could blend in the best. y/n indeed blended in perfectly, in fact, she did it too well.

The team knew who the unsub was and they also knew they would be at the party, so they thought it would be an easy and quick mission to finish; y/n goes in, spots the unsub then brings them outside where the team would wait for them.

“Oh God, there are a lot of people here, how will I find them?” y/n asked in a slightly panicked voice, she really didn’t like crowded places and the fact it was crowded with a bunch of horny teenagers, mostly boys, made her feel uneasy.

“Just take a look around, talk to people, it should be easy to spot our unsub.” Hotchner told her softly through her earpiece. He really wished he could be inside with her.

“Okay, I will need a minute, I’ll tell you if I find them.” y/n said and started going around the enormous house, slightly wincing at the blaring music now and then.

“I don’t think i’ve seen you around, are you new in the neighbourhood?” A boy smirked at y/n holding a beer. She smiled at him sweetly.

“Yes, I just moved here recently. One of my friends invited me, actually.” y/n hated small talks; one of the reasons she and Aaron got together later rather than sooner was because she wasn’t willing to make any small talk with the Chief. But in the end it worked out perfectly well for them and she couldn’t be happier about it. She wished she could just spend the night with Hotch, cuddling on their couch, watching some crappy movie on the TV.

“What are you drinking? I’ll bring it to you.” The boy smiled at her, looking at y/n’s body.

“Oh, nothing, but thank you.”

“Come on. You came to a party and you’re not drinking? What are you, 40 or something?” he laughed. Y/n was offended, she wasn’t even 30 yet. “I’ll bring you a surprise drink then, I guess.”

“That’s really not necessary.” y/n tried to protest but then Aaron’s voice caught her attention in her earpiece.

“Drink something. But be careful.” he told her. Anything to blend in.

Many, many drinks (which Hotch didn’t know about) and about an hour later the unsub left the party through the back door, thankfully Emily and Derek were there quickly to arrest them. With that, today’s job was done and they could finally go home, however when Aaron notified y/n about the situation, he didn’t really get the answer he was thinking he would get.

“There’s a bit of a problem I think.” y/n slurred, making Hotch sigh. She didn’t listen to him about consuming just a bit of alcohol, enough to blend in. y/n was drunk, not a little and Aaron knew he had to get inside to take her out of there.

“Are you okay, y/n? I’m going in to get you, where are you exactly?” he asked while making his way into the house.

Answer from y/n about her position wasn’t necessary because as he went into the house, she was in the middle of the room dancing with a lot of drunk and horny teenagers. He looked at his girlfriend then locked eyes with one of the boys next to y/n.

“Yo, who’s that old man there?” he asked the others and y/n head snapped to the direction where Aaron stood, eyes widening.

“Shit. Um, that’s my daddy, I actually sneaked out of the house. I think he’s here to get me and lock me in my bedroom forever.” she slurred laughing at her own lie.

Aaron made his way to y/n and grabbed her hand to take her out to the fresh air.

“Wait no! This is a really good song, can we wait until it ends? Pretty please!” she said, looking at him, praying with her hands. Aaron raised an eyebrow at her.

“Let’s just go outside, you can hear it there perfectly well y/n, come on.”

Aaron realized quickly that y/n being drunk was an understatement. She was wasted. Barely able to stand, let alone walk. He wrapped an arm around her waist and helped her outside.

“Forwarrrrrd, march!” y/n sang along as she in fact tried to march forward, only to fall face forward onto the muddy grass.

“Jesus, y/n!” Hotch tried to pick her up but she just flowed out of his hands like liquid. y/n laughed and after some time she stood up so they could actually start walking out of the party. She tried to dance to the music while walking but she was so intoxicated, it seemed like she had a serious seizure and Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at her girlfriend.

“Go left, go right, go left!” y/n shouted and took a step in the wrong direction, almost falling again but Hotch catched her successfully. It felt like a whole new mission to him. Rescuing Agent y/l/n out of a house party.

“Honey, that’s the wrong direction.” he said softly to her but she just continued to sing along, well it was more like one big slur.

“Hmmm the alcohol is free here, did you know that? This is my new favourite bar!” y/n said excitedly. They were almost out of the gates when she suddenly stopped holding up a finger.

“What? Are you sick?”

“Nooooo, Hotchy Potchy, I’m waiting for my part.” she babbled like a toddler, smiling wide.

“Your part?” Hotch furrowed his brows, having a really hard time understanding his own partner. Before y/n could answer him, she started singing again.

“Weee arrre running to the railroad trackkkk, run alonggg with Captain Jack!” the she abruptly stopped her singing and seemed to be thinking for a minute. Hotch didn’t say anything just waited patiently. “Actually, I haven’t seen Captain Jack in this party, so I don’t really know where i’m supposed to run.”

Aaron just laughed at her face; confusion mixed with a bit of sadness.

“Sweetheart. Let’s just run to the car okay?”

“Is Captain Jack in the car?” she looked at him squinting her eyes.

“Yes, he’s definitely there. Now come on.” he laughed, placing his hand on y/n’s waist, leading her out of the gates but she stopped again. Aaron sighed looking at her.

“Wait. I want a kiss first. I might be able to run faster if you kiss me.” she slurred and he just laughed and kissed her softly.

“What the fuck? You’re a freak! Why are you kissing your own father?” the boy from inside yelled at y/n and everyone else looked at them in disgust. y/n’s eyes widened as she took Aaron’s hand and started running outside to the car. They definitely just killed the party.

When Aaron helped y/n into the passenger seat, she seemed to forget about Captain Jack being in the car. Instead, when he got into the car and sped down the road y/n looked at him, deep in thought.

“Hmmm. It was a really good song, I just don’t know what those few foreign lines mean.” she said and looked out the window. He raised an eyebrow, he knew the song very well and he knew it didn’t have any lines that were not in English.

“Which lines do you mean?” he asked, unable to hide a smile.

“Deedado.” she said simply. Hotch just snorted.

“What?”

“Deedado, badeedado, badeedadeedadeedado. And then it’s half English. She sings badadadeedado, left right right left. I don’t know what it means.” y/n said confused.

“Love, I think you should close your eyes and relax until we get home. Then I'll put you into bed, okay?” Aaron said smiling looking at y/n who was already fighting sleep.

Eventually she fell asleep in the car and Aaron couldn’t wake her up when they got home so he just picked her up and placed her into their bed.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotch fanfiction #Spotify

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shardsofmarxx · 3 months

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Read BYF: Writing Info

Hello! This post will contain all of my writing-related info, please take a minute or two to read it over!

1. GENERAL INFO

- Being a college student, I will try my best to post at least 1-3 fics a week. However, I ask that you be patient with me at times since my major is very demanding and I can get really busy!

- I'll mainly be writing about Spencer Reid, but I'm open to writing about other Criminal Minds Characters!

- I'm currently still watching criminal minds, so there are certain characters/plot points I won't write about until I get to them (ex: post prison Spencer Reid.) As I get these various points in the show, I'll start to include them in my writing!

- I will mostly be posting oneshots on here, along with some small 2-3 part series from time to time.

- Everything I post here will also be posted to my Wattpad account, which is linked at the bottom of this post. I will also be posting my longer fics on there, so I'd definitely check it out!

- I always welcome requests you guys have for fics! Feel free to send them through the ask box on my profile, or you can message me. Just make sure you check my list of what I'll write vs. won't write before you request something.(The list is farther down this post)

- My fics will always have warnings on potentialy triggering content, as well as an age guideline. (ex: 18+)

2. I WILL WRITE...

- Fluff, smut, and angst.

- Fics based on songs (aka songfics.)

- Friends to lovers.

- Enemies to lovers.

- Slow Burn

- Hurt/Comfort

- Fem reader, masc reader, trans reader, plus size/mid size reader, and gn reader.

- Headcanons.

- Pregnancy.

- Neurodivergent characters.

- Bisexual Spencer.

- Hotchniss.

- Stories surrounding mental illness/mental health issues

3. I WILL NOT WRITE...

- Smut or fluff with a prof & student dynamic.

- Aaron Hotchner & David Rossi romance/smut (I see them both too much like a wholesome dads I'm sorry 😭).

- CNC.

- Jeid.

- Excessively gorey themes.

- Large age gaps.

Note: This list is subject to change at any time & I have every right to reject a request, even if it isn't currently on this list. Please don't get mad if your request gets rejected!

♡ Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy my writing! ♡

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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♫ ― 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒!

⋆ a few things to note before requesting!

before i start, i just want to emphasize the fact that this is strictly a plus size reader account, so i will not write for thin/skinny coded reader.

unless it's stated otherwise, the reader will be female.

my life is busy and more often than not, i am ridiculously exhausted, so it may take me longer to get to your request. I am not ignoring them!

this also goes hand in hand with the rule above, and though it hasn't happened before and i would prefer to keep it that way, please don't rush me to write your request!

please specify what kind of plotline that you would like, and also where it takes place/what season it's in the series/movie that you're requesting for!

i would really appreciate it if you would not send me a request anywhere else that is not in my inbox; like my comments on certain posts or in the comments on my ao3.

if i do not feel comfortable writing your request or if you have asked for something i do not write for, i have the right to delete them!

please also specify what trope you'd like! (i.e. enemies-to-lovers, friends-to-lovers, etc.)

the female characters that i write for will be paired up with female reader on default, so if you wish for the reader to be gender neutral, please state it if so!

i always try to keep my writing as race neutral as possible, but if you'd like a certain gender, religion, sexuality, skin color, etc. to be emphasized, please let me know! i'm always trying to make my account more inclusive for others!

if you want either a blurb, headcanon, or a oneshot, please tell me!

what i write: fluff, smut, angst, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, sick fics, urequited love, bad endings, platonic relationships (i.e family relationships, friendships, etc.), threesomes, polyamorous relationships.

what i do not write: self-harm, sexual offenses of any sort, non-con, dub-con, age-play, dd/lg, md/lb, any kind of sexual play, little space, scat, water sports, throw up, illegal or immoral age gaps, or just any kinks that do not include clearly stated consent, incest, cheating (on the reader), feederism, fat fetishizing, requested series/mini series, songfics, singing.

♫ ― 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

women: rowena macleod, meg masters, michonne hawthorne, maggie greene, rosita espinosa, penelope garcia, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, tara lewis, elle greenaway, natasha romanov, wanda maximoff, tess servopoulos, ss harley quinn, annie 'starlight' january, rosalie hale, alice cullen, usagi yuzuha, kuina hikari, ann rizuna.

men: dean winchester, sam winchester, castiel, rick grimes, daryl dixon, glenn rhee, aaron hotchner, spencer reid, derek morgan, luke alvez, matt simmons, steve rogers, bucky barnes, tony stark, thor odinson, loki laufeyson, matthew murdock, peter parker (no smut; goes for all universes), murphy macmanus, joel miller, boaz priestly, jim hopper, jonathan byers (smut for only s4), hughie campbell, mike schmidt, edward cullen, jasper hale, emmett cullen, carlisle cullen, charlie swan, jacob black (smut only for eclipse ➝ breaking dawn part 1-2!), chishiya shuntaro, arisu rhyohei.

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honeypiehotchner · 3 years

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no body, no crime (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- part two

Me? Writing a smutty part two months after part one? More likely than you think. Here’s 3.6k words of pure filth, you’re welcome <3

Warnings: where to begin. 18+ only bc this is porn. oral (m receiving), face-fucking, heavy use of petnames (good girl, little one, sweet girl, etc.), some slight manhandling, light smacking (on the cheek), spanking, Reader is a massive brat here & it pisses Hotch off, SIZE KINK, overstimulation, i might’ve missed one but i can’t tell

Here’s part one (read this first if you want, but tbh you don’t have to)

You slept soundly that night, figuring it would be the last time you’d ever see Aaron Hotchner. And after a few months, you believed it would be.

He’s an FBI agent, after all. He’s got bigger fish to fry than worrying what happens in this small town — even if he couldn’t figure out the truth last time. But that’s not his fault. No one else knows, either.

No one will know. Ever. Because that’s the beautiful thing about a boat and a lake with some dark history. Bodies disappear real easy around here. All the time, too. With nothing but silent waves to suspect them.

Not that you’ve done it before, no. Este’s asshat of a late husband was the first and the last, so long as you can help it.

“I’m gonna need y’all to get better tastes in men,” you joked to the Haim sisters a few months ago. “I can’t go around getting rid of every man in town, now.”

They said it sounded like the best idea yet. You all laughed.

Despite only spending one day with the FBI agent, you find yourself missing those brown eyes every now and again.

Maybe it’s because he’s so different from anyone in town, from anyone you’ve ever wanted. Maybe it’s because you got under his skin and on his nerves so easily, and it earned you that damn stare that now haunts your dreams (in the best way). Or maybe it’s nothing at all.

The wet dreams you wake up from aren’t nothing, that’s for sure.

Your mind replays the last thing you said to the agent as the clock on your nightstand flashes 3:09 A.M.

“Tell your wife I say hi.”

You can’t help the mischievous giggle that falls from your lips. It’s no secret that you like pushing people’s buttons, especially people like Aaron Hotchner. It was almost too easy to make him level his gaze at you, his eyes darkening. Oh, the things he wanted to say to you if it were under different circumstances. You can only imagine.

Because quite frankly, if the two of you had met under different circumstances, you would’ve said things, too. Downright naughty things, words that might’ve even made him blush — and something tells you that would take a lot.

But alas, you were a criminal and he was the one trying to catch you. Better luck next time, you snicker to yourself. There won’t be a next time, not if you can help it, but it’s fun to think about, you have to admit.

Still, you can’t help but wonder if you might need to do it again to get the attention of a certain agent in the FBI.

You kid. You’re not that desperate.

+++

It’s almost six months past when Aaron Hotchner returns to town.

Correction: when he shows up at your front door.

“My, my,” you tilt your head, unable to contain your grin. “Would you look at that? God is listening.”

You haven’t actually prayed for him. You hardly pray at all these days. But it’s fun to make men think about things every once in a while. Keeps them on their toes.

Aaron stares you down. He’s in a black button down shirt instead of a suit today. Dark jeans and tennis shoes. His hair looks the same as it did, maybe a little longer than it was half a year ago. Although, his arms look bigger. Or maybe that’s because you can see them now, veins, muscles, and all. He looks as delicious as he did the last time you saw him.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows, deciding to keep talking since he’s only staring at you in silence. “Mr. Hotchner, who taught you your manners? I need to have a word.”

“…Why?”

“Because everyone knows you don’t show up at a woman’s house unannounced. What would you’ve done if I was having an orgy?”

He steadies his gaze. “You wouldn’t host an orgy, let alone attend one.”

You raise an eyebrow, ignoring the fact that he’s right. “Oh yeah?”

“You’re too conventional. Deep down, you want tradition. Monogamy is your true guilty pleasure,” he says. And then he almost smirks. “Even though you’ll settle for being a homewrecker.”

“Your wife!” You gasp, chuckling, deflecting because he was spot on. “How is she?”

“I’m not here to talk about my wife.”

“Ooh, ex-wife then. Divorce papers finally go through the system?”

He ignores your question. “Can I come in?”

“Sure you can.” You shrug, but you don’t move out of the way. “But may you?”

He clenches his jaw. “May I?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” you smile, stepping back and gesturing for him to come inside your home.

He steps in and looks around, as if he’s surveying the place for evidence that he won’t find.

Because of your nature, you call him out on it. “There’s no dead bodies here, Agent Hotchner. If you want to search the place, go ahead. I’ll be taking a nap on the couch like I was before you rang my doorbell.”

You cross the floor and collapse on your couch. You weren’t asleep earlier, but you almost were, and might’ve been if he hadn’t shown up. But you’re too wide awake now for sleep, so you stare at him. It feels strangely surreal to have him in your home.

“I didn’t think there were,” he replies, crossing his arms over his chest. “Have you killed anyone else?”

You grin. Nice try. “Who said I’ve killed anyone at all?”

He stares. You stare back. It’s more fun for you than it should be. You can’t help but start giggling like a schoolgirl.

“What?” He snaps, taking a few steps closer to you, his toes hitting the rug on your living room floor.

“Nothing,” you laugh, waving your hand as if it’ll help. “You’re just so…”

“What?” He repeats.

“So big and tough. You think you’re all big and bad, but you’re not. It’s funny— no, it’s hysterical.” You pause, grinning at him almost out of pity. “I ain’t scared of you, Agent Hotchner. I ain’t scared of nobody.”

“Not even yourself?”

“Careful. You sure you wanna be my shrink?”

“If it means getting a confession out of you, then sure.”

You toss your head back with a laugh. “There it is! I knew there was a reason you’d shown up here. Men don’t come back without a reason. Well.” You stand to your feet and point to the door. “I’m afraid all I can do is let you leave, because a confession is something I don’t have.”

He takes a step closer. “Give it up. Off the record. Did you do it?”

“Why are you so inclined to know?”

“Did you?”

You smile. “Whatever happened to leaving some things to the imagination?”

“This isn’t sex. This is murder.”

“What’s the difference?” You cry, closing the distance between the two of you. “You never had sex so good it killed you? Sent you to Hell and back? Huh?”

“I could bend you over my knee right now.”

“Why don’t you?” You fire back, searching his eyes. “What’s stopping you, agent?”

If you weren’t so focused on invading his personal space to further piss him off, then maybe you might’ve seen his next move coming.

In less than a second, he has you pressed against the nearest wall, the force of it causing a picture frame to the floor and completely knocking the air from your lungs. He towers over you even more at this angle, his hands caging you in on either side.

You grin, catching your breath.

“You’re insane,” he scolds.

“Says the man with his boner pressed into my thigh.” It’s the truth, regardless of what he wants to admit to himself. And yet, he doesn’t move. “Are you going to fuck me, Agent Hotchner?”

“Oh, I’m going to do much worse than that, sweetheart.”

“Yeah?” You tease him. “You gonna kill me?”

A light smack to your cheek wipes the smile right off your face. His breath is hot against your face, against your stinging skin. Oh, you think. Oh, this is going to be fun.

“No. I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

You can’t help the snicker that leaves your lips. “If you say so, big guy.”

“Shut up,” he snaps, grabbing your face in his hand. He turns your head to face him, his fingers biting into your cheeks. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you unless it’s your safe word, understood?” You try to move your lips to speak and he squeezes harder. “You know the traffic light system?” You nod. “Good. Use it when I ask. Otherwise, shut the hell up.”

He lets go of your face and you don’t dare speak. You listen — for now. The look in his eyes is deadly, and it’s like a drug.

He steps back from you completely, removing all contact. He hasn’t even kissed you, and that’s confusing, but you don’t have time to think about it.

“On your knees. Shirt off.”

You obey quickly, albeit not as quick as you could’ve, but he doesn’t comment. You tug your shirt over your head and discard it beside you as you sink to your knees, looking up at him.

“Your smart mouth got you into this, so you’re going to let me punish it.”

You have no idea what he means, but you know you’re about to find out.

“Arms behind your back,” he orders while undoing his belt. “If I have to stop to tie your hands together, I’m not going to be happy. So don’t move them.”

You roll your eyes. He’s already unhappy, so what would it matter?

Not a second later, your face is grabbed by his hand once again, forcing you to look up at him. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Or. What.” The reply rolls off your tongue before you can stop it.

“That mouth is going to get you in trouble.”

“Mm, it already has, so who cares?”

“I’ve never met anyone as disrespectful as you.”

“And I’ve never met anyone as uptight as you,” you fire back. “Looks like we’re made for each other.”

“Shut up.”

“Not exactly my strong suit.”

“I know.”

You’re too busy mouthing off comebacks to realize he’s worked his pants and boxers down his legs, just enough to release himself. Your eyes go wide and the words die in your throat when you see the size of him. The length. The girth, the vein. He’s already leaking, sensitive as hell, and--

Aaron is laughing at you. Actually laughing at you.

You tear your eyes away from his cock (a hard feat, truly) to glare at him.

“If I would’ve known that would shut you up, I would’ve done it a lot sooner.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you hiss.

“Oh, I don’t need to, little one,” he replies, slow and sweet. “Your eyes said it all.”

You don’t reply for once, and out of spite you try to keep your eyes on his face instead of his cock, but it’s difficult. Really difficult.

“What’s your color?” He asks.

“Green,” you snap, fully pissed off at him now.

“Open,” he says. “Don’t make me ask twice.”

The prospect is enticing, but what’s even more so is having him in your mouth. So, you open your mouth willingly.

Aaron slides in, barely hitting the back of your throat before pulling out. That wasn’t even half of him, either, but that’s not the point. You clearly want this, and he wants to tease you.

He keeps this slow rhythm, groaning quietly to himself. If he had no self-restraint at all then he’d fuck your face with the back of your head pressed into the wall. He wants to. But he won’t.

Your whimpers are far too pretty to his ears.

Eventually, you start squirming, trying to get some friction on yourself, but to no avail. Every movement you try to take him in deeper, he counteracts. His face is emotionless as you stare up at him, pleading.

He pulls himself from your mouth, watching as a string of spit connects his crown to your bottom lip. You lick your lips and it’s gone.

“Please,” you whisper, surprising him. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“I want more.”

“More of what?”

“More of you!”

“That could mean anything.”

“More of your dick, for God’s sake!”

Aaron smirks. One hand reaches behind your head, settling at the base of your neck. You scoot forward a little and he lets the movement slide. Only because of how pathetically cock drunk you’ve become in a matter of a few minutes.

He slides into your mouth once again, going a little deeper with each thrust. He feels you beginning to suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, trying to keep him from leaving.

“Squeeze my thigh once if you’re okay,” he instructs. “But then put your hands back behind you.”

You do as you’re told, squeezing once before returning your hands to your back. You don’t want to risk misbehaving, knowing he’d take his cock from you.

“Good girl,” he says, chuckling when you whimper. “Squeeze twice if you want me to stop at any time, okay?”

You squeeze once before putting your hands back.

“Perfect,” he whispers, pushing in deeper, reveling in the sounds you’re making. “God,” he hisses. “I knew this mouth would be good, but this good? You’re something else, little one.”

You squirm a little again, swallowing around him. The action makes him groan loudly, pushing deeper before you finally feel your nose settling against the neat hairs at his base.

Aaron pauses to look down, smiling when he sees the bulge on the outside of your throat. His fingers brush it gently and you whine.

“You’re taking me so good,” he praises you while you breathe around him. “You were made for this.”

You don’t know about made for this, but made for him? Probably. Absolutely.

Slowly, he starts pulling out, but before he’s barely halfway out, he thrusts back in. Each thrust gets faster, and then he stops abruptly.

“Now I’m faced with a tough decision,” he says, pulling back so his crown is just past the back of your throat. You feel him twitch. “Do I come down your throat? Or in your pussy?”

The second option wasn’t one you were expecting, but your eyes fly open, meeting his with as much pleading in them as you can muster. Please, please, please.

“Oh, someone likes that idea,” he grins, thrusting a little. “Hm. I think I do too.”

Suddenly, he pulls out of your mouth, so rough that you sputter, coughing a little and swallowing to get it under control.

“Up,” he says, his tone harsh, but his eyes are scanning your face for any signs of distress. “Color?”

“Green. Neon green. The brightest green ever,” you ramble, standing to your feet.

Aaron laughs loudly. “Good. Bend over the arm of the couch. Pants off.”

“What?”

“You heard me loud and clear, little one.”

You did, but...it’s silly now, but part of you pictured him as a missionary-style-only kind of guy.

That was incredibly silly of you to think, especially considering he just fucked your face so good that even you were getting off from it.

You aren’t moving quickly enough for him, so Aaron practically picks you up and moves you to the couch, pressing down between your shoulder blades to bend you over the arm. Your elbows hit the cushions and you gasp, feeling him yanking your pants and panties down. You lift your feet and he kicks them away, along with his pants and underwear.

“That’s better,” he says, landing a hard smack to your ass.

You jump, squeaking from the shock of the action. He said he was going to spank you, but you thought he forgot.

“Color?” He asks again, rubbing where he hit you.

“Green, holy shit.”

He chuckles again. “Weren’t expecting any of this, were you?”

You shake your head in response, bracing yourself for another smack that never comes.

“Of course you didn’t,” Aaron chides, and then he spanks you again, on the other side. “You don’t ever think about the consequences of your actions, do you?” Another smack. “Or maybe you do.” Smack. “But you like being punished too much to stop.” Smack. “Am I right? Use your words.” Smack.

Jesus fucking Christ. “Bingo,” you reply, hissing through clenched teeth. Something tells you that sitting might be difficult tomorrow.

“I’m glad you’re self-aware,” he says. You hear him spit into his hand, knowing what’s coming next. “Now,” he pauses, lining himself up with your entrance. “We’re not stopping until I cum. And I’ve been known to pace myself.”

You have no fucking clue what that means, but you figure you’re about to find out. He was close to cumming down your throat anyway.

Slowly, as usual, Aaron slides inside of you, but this is different. So much different.

You’ve been fucked before, but nothing like this. No one like Aaron has fucked you before, and that much is clear from the moment he bottoms out inside of you.

He holds himself there, circling his hips and kissing your neck. Your arms are already shaking, you can feel yourself getting wetter. This angle has him so deep, yet pressing into your g-spot still, and you feel like you’re going to burst because you’re so full.

“Am I too big for you?” He taunts, pressing his body closer to yours. “Aw, your arms are shaking, let’s grab a pillow.” His tone is mocking you, but he still grabs a pillow anyway, making the position easier for you. “There we go,” he whispers, turning his head to kiss your temple. “You’re gripping me so tight, little one. Are you going to cum?”

He circles his hips every time he talks and the motion is driving you crazy. You’ve never been able to get there without some sort of stimulation to your clit, but you’re so close to the edge right now that all he’d have to do is--

“There’s one,” Aaron smirks against your skin, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you up through the waves of your first orgasm. It’s small, but it knocks the wind out of you, leaving you a trembling mess. “I think I want at least four more from you.”

“Four?” You squeak, dropping your head when he starts to thrust. That’ll be four more than you’ve ever had with someone else. Hell, your personal record with just yourself is only three.

“Mm, I think so,” Aaron whispers, pulling all the way out before thrusting back in, listening to your whimpers. “Like I said, I like to pace myself. I want to savor this feeling. You can come as many times as you want, little one. But I’m staying right here.”

He wasn’t lying.

Two orgasms later and you’re sweating, barely standing. Aaron has alternated between rapid thrusts and slow circles, listening to you, edging you just barely before throwing you over the edge.

“Give me your hand,” he says, and you obey, not sure of what he’s doing, but too worn out already to care. He presses the palm of your hand over your lower abdomen, and then he thrusts.

You groan loudly, feeling the bulge in your stomach. It’s something you’ve never experienced, something you didn’t know you could find so arousing.

“Keep your hand there,” he says quietly, as his fingers travel south, finding your clit. It doesn’t take long for him to rip another orgasm from you. “One more,” he murmurs, soothing you through this one with slow movements.

But you shake your head. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” he replies, already speeding up his fingers on your clit. After a few seconds, you clench around him, your hips bucking. “That’s my girl. One more for me, little one. One more.”

You don’t think you can do it. You’re exhausted, but on fire at the same time. You feel him twitch inside of you, begging for release, and you want it, too.

“I’m on birth control,” you gasp out, beginning to move your hips. “Cum in me, please. Please.”

“Oh, I plan on it, sweet girl,” he says, pushing deeper. “As soon as you give me one more.”

The two of you move in together, chasing your climaxes wildly, despite the other four that you’ve had yourself.

It almost feels like you won’t be able to, like your body is too exhausted to get you to that peak again. And then it happens.

Blinding, white hot pleasure strikes you, causes you to scream. Aaron isn’t far behind, pulling your hips back into his, biting down on your neck, no doubt leaving a mark there for you to cover up tomorrow. His release coats your walls and you press yourself closer to him, wanting it as deep as possible now.

You’re not sure how long it takes for the two of you to calm down, but you know it takes a while.

+++

Much later, after taking a bath together and winding down, you find yourself lying next to the FBI agent in your bed.

“I never did ask you what brought you to town,” you murmur, tracing circles on his bare chest, careful not to touch any of his scars.

“You.”

You freeze, craning your neck to look at him. “Liar.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head a little. “I had a few days off, and my son is at his aunt’s, so I figured I’d go on a drive.”

“Just for some sex?”

“No one’s perfect.”

“You’re such a whore,” you chuckle, leaning up to kiss him deeply. “You can go on a drive as much as you want if it means you’ll end up on my doorstep.”

He grins. “I think I might.”

The next morning, the only trace of Aaron that’s left is a note with his number. You don’t know if you’ll text him. Because you know you won’t need to.

He’ll come back.

They always do.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner x fem!reader smut #smut #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fanfiction #no body no crime song fic #no body no crime part two #no body no crime #criminal minds songfic #no body no crime songfic #aaron hotchner songfic #taylor swift

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neverlandsky · 3 years

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the bau members × taylor swift

their favorite album and their favorite songs from the album (ignoring timelines and when the album is released because timey-wimey doesn't matter)

haley used to listen to taylor swift so now hotch does too. it reminds him of her

he likes evermore the most and marjorie is his favorite because it also reminds him of hayley

penelope garcia is the biggest swiftie in the entire bau. taylor swift is constantly playing in her head

she likes lover the most. same effect as baby kittens and cute animal videos.

she likes afterglow and daylight but she also loves paper rings coz she thinks its cute

emily prentiss is obsessed with reputation

she thinks its iconic and is the "bad bitch energy we all need"

this is why we cant have nice things is her fav and also like everything else on that album

rossi listens to 1989 with emily but he wont tell the others. everyone knows tho

spencer is usually just confused. he tries profiling taylor's character in no body no crime

penelope laughs at him. like usual

spence thinks that its "somewhat inaccurate" yet taylor should be checked. he's still processing why there are songs about murder

emily replies with "taylor probably looked damn good doing it so we'll let it slide"

derek has some songs in his playlist he listens to in the jet with his headphones

he thinks call it what you want is "a vibe" and "a bop" he thinks spence should listen to it

spence doesnt know whats "a bop"

jj likes folklore and taylors soft songs. it helps her calm down and she sings it to her sons as a lullaby

invisible string and begin again is her favs probably. she hums it a lot

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds headcanons #bau headcanons #penelope garcia #david rossi #aaron hotchner #taylor swift #taylor swift criminal minds #songfic #taylor swift song fic

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motherjoel · 4 years

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fine line series (spencer reid x reader)

part 2/3- falling

summary: you and spencer are facing the aftermath of a breakup neither of you were prepared for

a/n: once again, you don’t need to know the song to enjoy this but i recommend listening! it captures the energy/vibe i was trying to create with this lolll

wc: 1.5k

part 1, part 3

im in my bed

and you’re not here

and there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands

It had been two weeks. Two weeks of Spencer spending every free moment in bed, two weeks of you crying yourself to sleep. Emily told you that you had made the right decision, but nothing about this felt right. Work was different. The whole team knew what had happened, and for once you were glad that Penelope had a big mouth- you’d rather not break the news.

On the jet ride home from a particularly gruesome case, it took everything in your being to avoid curling up next to Spencer and falling asleep to his heartbeat. Instead, you took a seat next to Morgan and leaned your head on his shoulder. Morgan did his best to soothe you, but he didn’t have the somehow magical abilities that Spencer had of making you feel instantly better. You didn’t notice the longing glances from your ex from across the jet, but you purposefully refused to look at him- you couldn’t let yourself fall again.

Spencer couldn’t stand his empty apartment. He knew what emptiness felt like and because of this, he defined his life in two segments: before he met you and after. He hated knowing you were still out there hurting and his apartment had returned to the lifeless black hole he had known it to be before you.

He had stopped drinking after an intervention from JJ, but the empty bottles remained in his trash can. Spencer had made it a habit to stay at work after everyone had already left- he was known to be a workaholic, but sometimes he finished early- on those days, he stared at his files and thought about what he could’ve done differently.

The team didn't take sides- there was no reason to. Neither of you were in the wrong. Morgan had gotten closer to you, though, and Reid noticed. He tried to push down his jealousy however, as that's how he got into this situation in the first place. He felt like he had lost his two best friends in one fell swoop- Derek spent his time comforting you, and he rarely ever teased Spencer anymore with funny nicknames. Nobody joked around anymore, and it was like the office was sucked dry of joy. Much like Spencer.

One night, he almost called you. His finger lingered over your speed dial button for five minutes before he decided better of it and clicked a different number. The phone was answered with a groggy “hello?” It was midnight.

“I miss her,” he croaked, eyes red from the tears threatening to fall.

“I’ll be right over,” came the voice of Derek Morgan, the man who Spencer had originally blamed his unhappiness on. He hung up and let his phone drop to the ground, not having the strength to pick it up before curling onto the couch and hugging a pillow.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been- his depressive state was affecting his concept of time- but soon enough, he heard a knock coming from his door. Dragging his feet and holding onto the same pillow, he opened it to see his worried friend. Without another word, Spencer dropped his pillow and pulled Derek into a hug. He was surprised at first, but soon enough he returned the sentiment. After a minute, the two walked over to the couch and began to talk- something Spencer had missed so dearly.

“What if i'm someone she won't talk about?” Spencer asked, softly. Derek looked confused.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“What if… what if she just forgets about me? I’d rather she resent me then just-just forget about me. About us,” Spencer said, wiping his tears.

“She loves you, pretty boy,” Derek told him, honestly.

“She doesn't need me. I get the feeling she’ll never need me again,” Spencer said, so soft that Derek could barely hear him.

“I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but… man, she needs you,” Derek confessed, thinking back to your late night phone calls and conversations on the jet. You needed him, and if anyone knew that, it was Morgan. “You just have to give her time. I doubt we’ve seen the last of Reid and Y/L/N,” Morgan said, placing a hand on his back.

Spencer didn’t have anything else to say. He simply hoped Morgan was right. Morgan stayed until Spencer fell asleep, and he actually slept through the night for the first time in two weeks.

After that night with Morgan, Spencer had begun to wallow less. He missed you more than he missed anything, but if Derek was right and you truly only needed time, he was willing to give that to you. As much as it was hurting him to see you, he wanted to attempt a truce- he wanted to be able to be in the same room as you and not have to cut the tension with a knife. So when you and him were the only two people in the breakroom getting coffee, he shot you a soft smile.

“The coffee is surprisingly good today,” he remarked, pouring himself a cup. It was a harmless comment, really- surely not enough to send you into a spiral. But it was the first time you heard his voice in weeks, or at least the first time he sounded semi-happy. Happier than you. Neither of you expected you to storm out of the room, and it took everything in Spencer to stay put- it wasn’t his job to comfort you anymore. So he just watched you go. He hated watching you go.

Your vision blurred with tears as you bursted into the bathroom, not bothering to check if anyone was inside. Sliding down the wall, you sat on the floor with your arms wrapped around your legs. How could he still have that effect on you? Tears were streaming down your face as you thought about how badly you had messed up, and it only took a quick smile and a few words from him to unleash the dam.

You wished you had checked the stalls before breaking down when Emily came out of one. She was shocked to see you on the floor for a moment, but soon understood as she quickly sat down next to you and put a soothing hand on your back. Your sobs continued as she rubbed your back, slowly calming you down. After a few minutes, JJ walked into the bathroom.

“There you guys are, I was looking for yo- whats wrong?” she asked with motherly concern, kneeling down next to you guys.

“I’m such a mess,” you looked at JJ as she mirrored Emily’s soothing motions. “I wish I could take it back, I can't take it back,” you cried softly into Emily's shoulder as she shushed you like a mother would her crying toddler.

“He still loves you, you know,” JJ whispered. You found this hard to believe, but if he still loved you half the amount you did him, it was a relationship worth saving. “He’s hurting,” she told you. You felt terrible that it was comforting to know he missed you, that he was in pain just like you.

“It’s going to be okay,” Emily whispered, pulling you into a hug. The physical contact was overwhelming at first, but you soon melted into her embrace as you hadn’t had a hug like this in awhile. JJ hugged you from the other side and you cried harder- you loved these ladies. As much as you missed him, knowing that everyone was rooting for you both was good. After you had finally calmed down, the three of you walked back into the room where the rest of the team was, scattering and trying to act like they hadn't just been talking about you. Spencer's face was red and Morgan was a little too focused on his paperwork.

As you walked up to your desk, Rossi was waiting for you with a coffee in hand. You thanked him for it and pulled him into a quick hug.

“You’ll be okay, kid,” he whispered in your ear mid-hug. You nodded and thanked him again before sitting down and checking your reflection in the mini mirror on your desk. God, you looked like a mess. You attempted to put yourself back together, fixing your hair and mascara.

When you were finished with the mirror, your attention shifted over to the picture frame next to it. It was of you and Spence, taken at the beach. You recalled the day fondly- it was a team beach day and you all had relaxed for the first time in months. You almost didn't recognize your happy faces.

With a sigh, you put the picture frame face down so you didn’t have to look at it. Spencer noticed this and tried his best to ignore it, but his heart was heavy as he looked at Morgan, who had also noticed. He gave him a look of sympathy before focusing back on his paperwork. Spencer spent the rest of the day stealing glances at you, your face sullen and pale. He hated knowing that he caused your pain.

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qvid-pro-qvo · 3 years

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record

aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader.

the song comes over the speakers, a little hiccup at the beginning. your eyes have been on dinner, a crockpot jess set up smelling divine in the late evening hours, but now they shoot up as the first horns play.

a steady swell. aaron doesn’t sing, but he does laugh when you start to, a hand coming over your mouth to hide the twist of your lips as he offers a hand out.

“no.” your voice is a little hoarse, the end of the case including a shouting match over the roar of a fire. the smoke had gotten to you, and you hadn’t spoken much at all on the plane ride over.

“yes,” aaron chuckles, and takes a couple of steps closer.

and then the voice comes in, a raspy croon.

baby, it’s been a long day, baby

things ain’t been going my way, you know i need you here

one last gesture of his hand. his sleeves are rolled up, and you can still see soot on his skin, the stuff under his nails before he turns his palm up to you.

you take his hand. let him pull you close, in a yank that has you laughing despite yourself, a small gasp of “aaron!”

it’s like you see right through me and make it easier

believe me, you don’t even have to try

it’s barely dancing. neither of you are trained, but it doesn’t matter. because it’s aaron spinning you too much, and your laughs are loud as he pulls you close with his arms around you. your living room fades away, and it’s him and you.

the cases come. they go. but this truth remains the same, as you dance on the floor, socks and suits on. the smell of smoke, and as the song plays on, you’re simply holding one another.

you feel his smile in your hair. a kiss against your temple.

you are the best thing

that ever happened to me

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#songfic #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #gender neutral reader #my fic #what isn’t said here is jack is definitely home and jess is asleep in the guest room because the crockpot is still out #and they just hear the music and roll their eyes because these crazy kids am i right #after they’re done groaning about being woken up by these people #who does this - people in love i guess #Spotify #listen to this whole thing and don’t think love i dare you

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pretty-boys-book-club · 2 years

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Okay but like Strangers by Nature is 100% an Aaron Hotchner song, right?

One day I’ll write a fic about if but for now if anyone has something inspired by the song please tag me

#adele 30 #strangers by nature #aaron hotchner #the hot for hotchner era comes for all of us #cat talks #songfic

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moonlightspencie · 1 year

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never thought i’d meet you here

Part 3 of ‘the sweetest con’

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: flashback chapter!!

<- PART TWO

Thinking back, I should have known she would be nothing but trouble for me. Her first day was enough to prove she would bring something very unique to the table. I certainly didn’t expect it to fully captivate me.

I heard a knock at the door, looking up to see a new face.

“Agent Hotchner?”

Her voice was quiet, but without the presence of nerves I’d usually hear in a stranger. Especially somebody who knew they were coming into the unit against my better wishes.

“Yes,” I stood, “You’re Agent Y/N, I presume?”

She smiled, walking further into the room and reaching out a hand.

“I am. It’s good to finally meet you,” she said, shaking my hand. “I know you’re probably a bit on edge considering I’m coming in without your say-so. I will say, however, that regardless of what Strauss says, if you feel that I’m not right for the team then I will gracefully bow out. She can’t really tell you no if I make the decision, right?”

She laughed, though I couldn’t quite tell if she was really joking or trying to catch me in some type of trap.

“I’m sorry?”

She finally dropped the hand that I didn’t realize was still holding onto her.

“I’ve known Strauss for a while, she’s kind of been a mentor of sorts. But that also means I know she’s always up your ass and that she’s kind of throwing me at you right now. I want you to know that you can still have the final say about me being here.”

“I appreciate that.”

She smiled again. “Great. So, have you had the chance to look over my file? Otherwise, I can give you the rundown.”

“I have looked it over, yes,” I said, a little rattled by just how forward she was. I moved to sit behind my desk, inviting her to sit down as well. “I’m impressed, I won’t lie. You’ve accomplished quite a lot for someone who joined the bureau two years ago.”

“Erin may be a hard-ass but she’s told me what I need to do to be a good agent, and frankly, it’s worked,” she said, then sighed softly. “I also grew up in a family that valued hard work. I try to operate on the mindset that I can learn to accomplish anything if I put in the work.”

“I’m glad to hear it. The BAU operates a little differently than most of the units here.”

“I’m aware. Trust me, I’ve done my homework on what this unit works to accomplish, and how it gets done. Even when it goes outside of the lines of what the higher-ups want,” she said, a small smile betraying her.

I found myself smiling back. “I’m sure you’ve gotten an earful about me.”

“Not enough to make me dislike you. If anything, hearing that you’re able to piss her off that often only makes me like you more.”

I let out a chuckle, appreciating the honesty, though still not used to it spilling out so easily from somebody I don’t know.

“Well, if you’re ready, I’d like to introduce you to the team,” I said, standing.

What I didn’t say was that I knew they’d love her. I couldn’t have been more right. She settled into the flow of the team as easily as if she’d been there the whole time. It probably helped that she was coming in around the same time as Elle, so they could support one another as new agents. She made fast friends with Reid, helping him to feel seen as a young agent. Obviously Morgan was fast to flirt, but even Gideon took her in quickly.

The thing that shocked me about her presence on the team is that of all the people she could focus on being friends with, she set her sights on me.

“Hotch,” she called out from the elevator, stopping me from opening the doors do the bullpen. “News on baby Hotchner?”

I laughed. Since he was born, she asked for daily updates as if much would change from day to day.

“Same as yesterday. Crying, sleeping, pooping, and eating.”

“Don’t forget the smiling. I’ve seen that kid a few times now, and he’s always smiling,” she noted.

“See? You don’t even have to ask, you already know,” I said, opening the door for her.

She walked ahead. “What if something changes? Then I’ll be behind the times”

“Right,” I nodded. “Haley says thank you for the new blanket, by the way.”

“Of course. The second I found out she was pregnant I started on the knitting. Every baby I know gets a little handmade present.”

“It’s still very kind,” I affirmed, then turned towards my office. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” she waved, immediately running over to talk to the group that sat around Reid’s desk.

It was well over a year later when I realized I might have a problem on my hands. Between her knowing me well enough to spot when I was down, and the fact that I didn’t want to talk about it outright, her usual kindness was laid on thick. It wouldn’t usually phase me for her to bring me a coffee or give me a hug.

For some reason, though, on one cold day the coffee she brought tasted extra sweet and the hug she gave me was warmer than ever.

My heart started beating harder.

I panicked, quickly putting distance between us when she let go. Physically, I stood back behind my desk. Mentally, I tried to ignore it all the best I could for months.

Then, in the middle of a suspension and a possible job transfer, Haley got a call. I’d already been suspicious that something was happening behind my back. It certainly didn’t help when I answered the phone, and the caller hung up only for a call to immediately go to her personal cell. It didn’t take much to figure out what was happening from that point on. I pushed it off for the time being, booking it to Milwaukee with Prentiss in tow.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked me immediately, concern on her face. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but—“

“It’s a long story.”

“Last I heard, Haley wanted you to transfer.”

“She does.”

“Then, again, what are you doing here?”

I sighed. “I can’t leave this team.”

“We’re talking about this later, you know?”

I smirked. “I know.”

She grilled me for everything when we finally talked that night, but ultimately supported my decision. It felt like a weight off my shoulders to have someone affirm my choice, even if she thought it was kind of stupid on the marriage front.

Now that I see it for what it is, that might have been the moment I realized I couldn’t run from what I felt for her. I knew I had to get over it, but denial was doing nothing. She’d somehow worked her way into being an essential part of my life. Worse, she started making a home in my heart that I really should have torn down as soon as possible.

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publiusvirgilius · 4 years

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A Hard Day’s Night

Beatles-inspired Hotchfic: Your boyfriend Aaron Hotchner is tired after a long trip, but exhaustion goes out the window when he sees you.

Author's Note: I wrote this in a day! This is my first time publishing a fanfic so please be nice, but I also welcome criticism and feedback. I have a longer, plot-driven Spencer Reid story in the works if any of y'all would be interested—I promise it's less dirty than this one :) If I do post it, it would be on Wattpad, same username. Also happy to take requests! Receiving writing prompts is always fun and keeps the creative juices flowing, so please message me for any requests or just to say hi.

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader

warnings: mention of statutory rape (unsub), smut (hotch), biting

word count: 2.6K

This had been one of the longest cases the BAU had seen in a long time. There had been multiple kidnappings in a small town all within a week, and just when the team thought they had apprehended the unsub, a teenager had been abducted, leading them to change the profile.

The townsfolk weren't helping, either. One would think that a small town would come together in a time of crisis, but parents were blaming each other, the teenagers were getting into trouble, trying to escape the grief of their younger siblings' disappearances through drugs and alcohol, and the local police was beginning to question the FBI's methods and abilities.

After two weeks of chasing the unsub around, the team finally caught him. The person responsible for the kidnappings had turned out to be the sheriff himself, working with a seventeen year old girl. They claimed to be in love, and their crimes had been fueled by the desire to have children of their own, which had been impossible, for statutory rape aside, the sheriff was over fifty years old and impotent.

All in all, it had been a frustrating case, and the team was more than ready to go home as soon as it was over. They arrested the couple and got them to confess just within a couple hours of figuring out that they were the ones responsible, but by the time they finished, it was past 11 p.m.

The agents all agreed that they would rather fly back home now than wait until the morning, eager to leave the small town.

This is how Aaron Hotchner found himself as the only conscious individual on the jet back home. He had always had trouble falling asleep on planes—unlike his agents, who, as soon as they boarded the craft, each found their own corner of the jet and promptly dozed off.

Aaron checked his watch. 11:45. Y/N was bound to be asleep by now. Aaron's girlfriend woke up early for work every day, and since today was Sunday, she would definitely have turned in early to prepare for work tomorrow.

Still, she had made him promise to call her when he was on his way home, especially after a case this long.

Aaron settled for a text, not wanting to wake her, even though he ached to hear her voice. He smiled as he opened up his phone to the last texts they had sent each other:

Y/N: "I miss you <3 Come home soon xx"

Aaron: "I miss you too. Say hi to Jack for me."

The last message had been a photo Y/N had sent of her and Jack snuggled up on the couch on Saturday night, his son fast asleep as a movie played in the background.

If any of his colleagues had been awake, they would have teased him about the wide grin on his face looking down at his phone. Aaron rarely let his team see his emotions, but ever since he and Y/N started dating a year ago, he found himself smiling more often. And when he had asked Y/N to move in with him a month ago and she had said yes, even the people outside of his department had noticed a difference in his mood.

The thought of Y/N erased all of the gruesome images and dark thoughts that came with the job at the BAU from Aaron's mind. And unlike a year ago, when he would spend the flight home thinking about how a case could have gone differently—which of his decisions had led to more deaths and what decisions would have prevented them, and what his job meant about the state of humanity as a whole—now, all he thought about was who he got to go home to at the end of the day.

Aaron opened up the picture of Y/N one more time, smiling at her sleepy eyes in the dim living room and the way she was holding Jack close to her chest, before typing out a text to let her know that he was coming home.

Aaron: "I'm on my way home. Should arrive by 2 a.m. but I hope you're asleep when you get this."

During the last two weeks, the time difference had made it difficult for Aaron and Y/N to find time to talk, especially since during a case, the workdays tended to end late, but Y/N had insisted on calling him each night before he went to bed.

Just tonight, Aaron hoped to relieve Y/N of a late-night call, and when she didn't text back, he breathed a content sigh. In his mind, the perfect welcome home would be cozying up next to his girlfriend in their warm bed and holding her close as she slept.

What Aaron didn't know was that Y/N was still awake. In fact, she had never gone to bed. She had put Jack to bed around 8:30 p.m., but then, she came back downstairs and set out to get ahead on this week's work with a cup of caffeinated tea as she waited up for Aaron.

As soon as the jet touched down in D.C., the team hurried to get out, eager to get home. Sometimes the BAU would go out for celebratory drinks after a case, but this time, everyone was too worn out to do anything but to go home.

"Thanks for your hard work the past two weeks," Aaron said to the team. "I know it was a long case."

"Can we please have tomorrow off?" Emily half-joked.

"You're welcome to take any of your designated sick days, Prentiss," Aaron said with a small smile.

Emily scoffed at his remark as the rest of the team snickered.

"Don't even think about calling us before 10 a.m., JJ," Derek said.

"Go home and get some rest," Aaron said. "From what I recall, a certain amount of paperwork follows a complicated case, and like it or not, tomorrow is Monday."

By the time Aaron pulled into his driveway, it was 2:30 a.m. When he got out of the car, he felt the weary effects of having been awake for eighteen hours. As he walked up to the door, Aaron started slightly when he saw that the light in the kitchen was on.

Y/N probably forgot to turn out the lights, he thought.

But he was wrong. When he stepped through the door, his weariness instantly dissipated. His briefcase dropped from his hand with a heavy thud.

Y/N was seated at the kitchen counter, clad only in one of his undershirts and a pair of thin pajama shorts, her hair in a messy bun atop her head, her large glasses balanced over her delicate nose, chewing on the tip of her pen as she pored over an array of papers. To Aaron, it was a sight for sore eyes.

"What are you doing up?" Aaron asked dumbly.

"You thought I wouldn't want to see you as soon as you got home? After I haven't seen you for two weeks?" Y/N hopped down from her seat and padded across the wooden floors to her boyfriend. "Let's get you to bed, baby. You must be exhausted," she said, loosening Aaron's tie and pushing his jacket off of his shoulders.

When she touched him, it was as if she had switched on a circuit, blowing out all the resistors and capacitors. Aaron's senses caught on fire, and he burned for her touch.

"I think you've got it wrong, Y/N," Aaron said, his eyes darkening. "I will take you to bed, and I want to see you naked and coming for me as soon as possible."

Before Y/N could retort, Aaron had her thrown over his shoulder and was heading for the bedroom.

Once Aaron had her laid out on the bed, he started to remove her flimsy clothes. "I missed you. So. Much." He bit out each clipped syllable, biting and sucking behind her ear, on her neck, and on her collarbone between each utterance.

Y/N gasped, trying to catch her breath. "Jack's asleep," she whispered.

"That's none of my concern, since my mouth is going to be occupied with something else. But I suppose you'll just have to do your best to be quiet," he said.

Aaron continued kissing and licking down her chest, pausing at her breasts to tease each little pink bud with his tongue. When he reached the junction of her hips, he bit down lightly on her hipbone, causing her to cry out until she quickly bit down on her fist to quiet herself.

"Good girl." Aaron looked up at Y/N and planted a kiss near her bellybutton, his tongue briefly flicking against the hot skin. He licked across the insides of her thighs, then softly blew cool air onto them as he ran his hands up her legs, making her shiver.

When his mouth finally landed on her clit, he lapped her up like a man starved. "You're so fucking wet," he growled. "Did you miss me while I was gone? Did you touch yourself thinking about me?"

Y/N struggled to nod as her body trembled.

Aaron sucked hard on her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her, dragging them against the pebbled surface of the top. Y/N covered her face with both of her hands, trying to hold back the sounds escaping her throat.

"I want you to look at me." Aaron pulled her hands away from her face with his free hand. He stuck his thumb inside her mouth, encouraging her to suck. Y/N looked down at her boyfriend's figure, and she nearly came at the sight of him alone.

Aaron's dark, cropped hair fell over his forehead, damp with sweat. He was still in his shirt and trousers, though he had managed to roll up his sleeves, and his tie still sat loosely around his collar, its length thrown back over his shoulder as if he couldn't get to his feast fast enough.

He continued to work at her clit, his tongue flicking back and forth faster and harder as he felt Y/N's body twitch more and more out of control. When his mouth reached a near impossible rhythm, Y/N clenched her jaw, biting down on Aaron's fingers in her mouth as her body writhed, falling over and over again into an orgasmic high.

Aaron pressed a kiss to her sensitive core, then to the inside of her thighs. Running his hands up her torso, he pulled her up into a sitting position in front of him, her legs still spread wide on either side of him, and he allowed her to lean forward against his chest, against the soft cotton material of his shirt, too spent to hold up her own weight.

Y/N kissed him slowly, his mouth hot from her own heat. She took his face in her hands, feeling the light stubble across his jaw. She pulled back, taking a moment to observe his eyes. Whatever weariness had been there before, it was gone, replaced with a ravenous hunger that drank in her flushed skin and her dark, swollen lips. Y/N's pupils were blown wide with arousal, her hair had come apart, the wayward strands framing her face, and her glasses were askew, just barely balancing on the tip of her nose.

Aaron had never seen a prettier sight. He felt like a soldier come home to see his wife after years of war, like Odysseus returned to his wife Penelope after ten long years. Wait a second... Wife? Where did that come from?

Aaron reached out to pull off Y/N's glasses from her face, then tipped up her chin to catch her lips again with his own.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too."

Y/N finally pulled his tie loose, tossing it off to the side of the bed, and she carefully unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers moving nimbly but gently. Aaron tended to come back from his cases with bruises and scratches that always made Y/N's heart ache to see, but at the same time, it filled her with pride, not to mention turned her on, to know that her boyfriend was out saving the world, one bad guy at a time.

This time, Aaron had been spared any major or minor injuries, but still, Y/N took her time undressing him, kissing the old scars as she went.

Once she had stripped him bare, Aaron took her hands in his and pressed a deep kiss to her lips once again. Y/N reached down to take his stiff cock in her hands, but Aaron shook his head and pushed her back down onto the bed.

"I want to feel you," he said. "Now." He lay down beside her so that they faced each other, and he fingered her clit between them, making her arch into him. Aaron hissed when she grabbed his ass, digging her nails into the firm flesh, making him jerk his hips involuntarily.

He pushed the head of his cock into her tight core, and Y/N held her breath, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt his familiar form meld into her, a feeling she hadn't felt in weeks. A feeling she couldn't imagine how she could have gone without for this long.

"Open your eyes, Y/N," Aaron said in a breathy tone.

Y/N locked eyes with Aaron for only half a second before capturing his lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and hunger and longing. Pulling his body closer to her so that no space remained between them, Y/N buried her face in his neck, biting at the sensitive skin, then biting down on his shoulder especially hard when he hit a certain spot inside her.

Aaron wrapped one of her legs around himself to access her body at a better angle, and he felt her muffled moans vibrating against his shoulder. Fisting his hand in her hair and gripping her hip with his other hand, he increased the intensity of his thrusts until he was nearly falling over the edge, a jumbled string of curses leaving his mouth.

Y/N arched into him, her hardened nipples to sliding against his chest through the thin layer of sweat that mingled across their bodies, and her own hips started, her leg locking his body against hers in a vice-like grip, tumbling once again over the edge, moaning Aaron's name against his skin over and over.

Aaron groaned his own release, pulling Y/N’s head back by her hair so that he could look at her face as she came apart, falling into pleasure and more in love with this girl whose lips were still muttering his name as she came down from her high.

"Aaron," she said between labored breaths. "Don't you ever leave me again. I don't want to spend another night without you."

Holding her in his arms, his eyes sweeping over her angelic face, Aaron would have given her the world if he could, and still, it wouldn't be close to what she deserved. He placed a kiss on her forehead and murmured empty promises against her skin, both knowing that eventually, he would leave, but also knowing that he would always come back, and that she would always be his waiting home.

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sakuraihoshi-kawaiiartblog · 4 years

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One- Shot 4° Habilidad secreta

Sinopsis: A Spencer le fascina pasar tiempo con Aaron . Leer juntos, visitar el parque, preparar el desayuno a su lado...pero quizá lo que más adora es que él mayor le cante un poco luego de una larga sesión de amor.

Advertencias:

* Leve Songfic

- La letra en español es el tema del video: "And I love Her" pero adaptada en masculino.

* En este One- Shot Hotch y Spencer mantienen un matrimonio de 2 años

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-Por favor... sólo una vez más ¿sí?- suplicó el muchacho de cabello castaño con ojos tiernos

- ¿Más? Oh amor... lo siento pero creo que ya vamos alrededor de 4 rounds, he llegado a mi límite. Recuerda que ya no soy tan joven- declaró el pelinegro con sonrisa apenada- Exagerado. En primer lugar: No, eres viejo.

Mayor que yo por supuesto que sí, pero ese calificativo sólo déjaselo a Gideon o Rossi- Hotch rió levemente- Y en segundo lugar..., no me refiero a eso- explicó el genio mientras se recostaba de medio lado y se cubría con las sábanas hasta el pecho, brindándole al otro una estampa que combinaba la ternura y sensualidad perfectamente.

-¿Entonces? - interrogó con falsa duda- Sabes bien de qué hablo Aaron...- reprochó el otro con un pequeño puchero- Hablas de tantas cosas diariamente que me es difícil saber. ¿Por qué no lo pides claro?- bromeó el mayor provocando que el genio sonriera con gran rubor en el rostro- ¿Por qué te gusta avergonzarme?- señaló con "desdén" algo que el ex jefe objetó también con falsa incomodidad- ¿A ti por qué te gusta que haga algo tan espantoso?- Spencer bufó- ¡No es espantoso! Es una de tus habilidades más hermosas y que desafortunadamente no haz explotado como se debe fuera de casa- Aaron agregó de inmediato- Y no pienso hacerlo. Esta actividad es exclusiva de este hogar y punto- Spencer sonrió de medio lado, acarició el rostro de su amado y preguntó en un susurro- ¿Entonces qué esperas? ¿Acaso quieres verme llorar?- continuamente el menor besó sus labios de forma suave, una seña tan llena de ternura que dejó al otro inmóvil unos instantes.

Finalmente el pelinegro suspiró , rió bajo y meneó la cabeza- Te estás volviendo un profesional en esto de dominarme- el castaño se alejó para recostarse nuevamente, mordió un poco sus labios y aclaró con voz provocativa- En realidad siempre lo hice... que tú lo notaras hasta ahora no es mi culpa- Aaron esta vez soltó una risa más clara, salió del lecho matrimonial y se inclinó levemente para darle a su pareja un tierno beso en la frente- Entonces ya vuelvo- Reid enarcó una ceja como respuesta y cuestionó divertido- Es decir... te apena siempre que te pida tú sabes qué... ¿pero no pasearte desnudo por la casa?- Aaron alzó los hombros- ¿Cuál es el problema?

Jack se fue al campamento de verano, no hay nadie más que nosotros, las cortinas están cerradas y yo muero con este calor. Además... ¿ vas a negarme que te agrada la vista?- Spencer liberó un rostro coqueto en complicidad.

Un par de minutos después

el joven genio estaba entretenido viendo las arrugas que se formaban entre las sábanas, esperando pacientemente que Aaron regresara a su lado. Sabía bien que la petición que le había hecho siempre lo apenaba, incluso le daba miedo- Sí, una de las poquísimas cosas que lograban doblegar al tan afamado Jefe de Unidad-, pero también reconocía que si se tomaba su tiempo era para que el acto fuera especial (o hasta mejorara con cada ocasión).

De repente; el sonido de una guitarra acústica invadió el pasillo y el muchacho de tez blanca pudo sentir como su corazón se aceleraba- "Supongo que esto es lo que experimentaban mis compañeras de la secundaria cuando su banda pop favorita llegaba a la ciudad para dar un concierto"- asoció ameno entre pensamientos.

Pronto; dichos acordes fueron acompañados de esa voz...si, esa potente y masculina voz que si al hablar lo hacía estremecerse, entonada le provocaban suspiros- aunque se esforzaba por no parecer tan obvio o cursi-:

♪ "Él me da todo

Y tiernamente...

El beso que mi amado da

él me lo da a mí...

y yo lo amo ♪

Spencer se ruborizó por completo al oír esa estrofa, tanto que se vio tentado a cubrir la parte inferior de su rostro con las sábanas, pero en vez de eso simplemente optó por apretar estas y juntarlas más a su pecho. Aaron al entrar por completo a la habitación sonrió encantado; en el fondo siempre consideró que era pésimo tocando la guitarra y que su vocalización era pobre- a pesar de haber formado parte de una pequeña banda en la Universidad- pero el simple hecho de ver a su hermoso genio con esos ojos ilusionados, le hacía sentir importante.

La canción continuó al mismo tiempo que él se acercaba a la cama:

♪ Brillantes son las estrellas que iluminan.

Oscuro es el cielo.

Yo sé que este amor mío...

Nunca morirá

y yo lo amo ...♪

En seguida el mayor se sentó en el lecho otra vez, generando que su pareja se apresurara a colocar su almohada para que pudiera recargar su espalda y hallarse cómodo. Luego de que este consiguiera una posición idónea, Spencer se dio el lujo de recargar su cabeza en el hombro del otro, regalándole un rostro encantador que sólo impulsó a Aaron a cantar con mayor esfuerzo :

♪ Un amor como el nuestro.

Nunca morirá

Mientras te tenga cerca de mí...♪

Spencer sonrió enormemente ante esta estrofa y Hotch sintió que su corazón estallaría en cualquier momento por presenciar algo tan bello- "Parece un ángel"- pensó este sin dejar de cantar-.

El castaño miraba con atención cómo Aaron tocaba con sumo cuidado las cuerdas de la guitarra. La parte lógica le decía que esto era con el fin de no romper ninguna; después de todo el instrumento ya era viejo (fue obsequio de su abuelo materno quien también fue músico). Pero su lado sensible le hacía ver que como siempre, Hotch sólo se esmeraba por no "defraudarlo" con su presentación exclusiva- "Jamás podría cansarme de tu voz cariño..."- pensó con adoración.

♪ Brillantes son las estrellas que iluminan.

Oscuro es el cielo...

Yo sé que este amor mío.

Nunca morirá.

Y yo lo amo...♪

Aaron pronto llegó a la parte más instrumental de la canción: el solo. Llegando a preocuparse en el fondo de no alcanzar el nivel perfecto que una obra tan icónica de The Beatles merecía. Y aunque sabía desde hace mucho que su amado Spencer no conocía nada de ellos- algo que causó muchos traumas en la Unidad , sobretodo con García y Morgan- estaba consciente que en el sentido auditivo podría percatarse de lo desafinado de las notas.

Pero claro todo esto siempre era la visión del ex fiscal; porque para el otro Aaron era más que talentoso: era un milagro visual en todo sentido.

Causaba en él un efecto que hasta ahora sólo las canciones de Johnny Cash le habían provocado en su infancia; cuando su madre y él pasaban horas en su habitación cantando escandalosamente sin importar que los vecinos enloquecieran por esto. Esa curiosa combinación entre melancolía; pureza, misterio, sinceridad... vaya, era la primera vez en años que no tenía explicación lógica o precisa para todo lo que su amado le generaba.

Sólo podía cerrar los ojos y dejarse llevar por esa voz que irradiaba tanto cariño en él.

luego de que el solo se acabara de forma pasable- al menos para el de rasgos profundos- la repetición de estrofas principales se efectuó 2 veces más; logrando que la temperatura en el rostro del agente más joven se elevara y lo impulsara a frotar sus mejillas en el hombro de su esposo como si de un gatito buscando atención se tratara.

♪ "Él me da todo

Y tiernamente...

El beso que mi amado da

él me lo da a mí...

y yo lo amo ♪

Aaron sonrió de medio lado; esa siempre era su señal de que la canción lo había conquistado enteramente por lo que se sintió bastante aliviado de ser un intérprete digno, al menos a los ojos del menor.

Cuando la canción al fin terminó, Spencer no se contuvo en soltar un profundo suspiro, se lanzó a los brazos de Aaron para besarlo profundamente y recostarse sobre su pecho- Demonios Aaron Hotchner... este es el momento en el que maldigo que no hayas sido un cantante, tal vez sólo tú me hubieras atraído al mundo del rock, la locura adolescente, el consumismo de discos, playeras, pósters...

y al lado oscuro de los "Groupies"

Hotch carcajeó tan fuerte que cualquier otra persona que lo hubiera visto en esos instantes dudaría que se tratara del mismo jefe de Unidad cuyo rostro amenazante lo acompañaba la mayor parte del tiempo.

Dejó la guitarra a un lado de la cama, cubrió la parte inferior de su cuerpo con la sábana y abrazó a Spencer con más fuerza, completando el sello al brindarle pequeños besos en su cabello- Dudo mucho que la vida de "rockero" me hubiera gustado; muchos excesos, poca privacidad, acosos constantes...

Además recuerda que para cuando yo tenía 24 tú aun ibas en la secundaria, en todo caso te catalogarían como un "baby groupie" y no serías legal- Spencer sonrió con malicia- Si era exclusivamente contigo, no me hubiera importado perder mi virginidad tan pronto- Hotch pestañeó un par de veces y alzó las cejas impresionado- Creo que las canciones causan un efecto cuestionable en usted Dr. Reid- Spencer rió- Se le llama "fantasía sexual" y... sí; lo acepto. Cada vez que entonas una canción haces que no pueda imaginar otro escenario más que tu figura y la mía entrelazadas en la parte trasera de una Van mientras nos escondemos de tus otros fans, mi madre y tu representante.

Aaron bufó divertido, enarcó una ceja y comentó- En serio; debo pensar dos veces si acceder siempre a esto, además de cuidarte más en la oficina. Parece ser que has pasado demasiado tiempo con García viendo las películas de adolescentes que te perdiste de los 90's- Reid corrigió- En realidad me ha prestado algunas cuántas novelas con esta temática y presentado algunos sitios online de escritores novatos.

Lo sé todo muy cliché y cursi, sobre todo cuando toman el tropo de juntar al más rebelde de la banda con la chica tímida y/o nerd que realmente no está interesada en esta y él la termina convirtiendo en su musa para escribir las canciones porque se hace la difícil- Hotch preguntó- ¿Y qué eso no es lo que nos pasaría a nosotros de vivir en ese universo alternativo?- Spencer negó- Nada de eso.

En primer lugar porque a pesar de ser un"nerd" yo no sería nada tímido; ya te lo dije, sería tu groupie dedicado en cuerpo y alma. Hasta el punto de seguirte si la maldición de los "27 años" te alcanzara- Aaron rió con malicia al ver como su esposo se sentaba encima de él, a pesar de los 2 años que llevaban juntos todavía lo impresionaba con actitudes como esa.

Pero también le aterró un poco la idea de que conociera ese mito pop y lo asociara con ellos- ¿Y en segundo lugar?- cuestionó el pelinegro con curiosidad- En segundo lugar yo sé que tú no serías el rebelde del grupo... serías el líder; tal como ahora y yo me encargaría de apoyarte siempre para que brillaras el doble que los demás- Hotch le brindó una mirada coqueta- Creo que alguien sufriría el síndrome de Yoko Onno casi de inmediato- rápidamente le tomó de la cintura y en un movimiento abrupto lo posicionó nuevamente debajo de él.

Spencer abrió los ojos exorbitantemente al rebotar en el colchón justo de espaldas y ver como Aaron entrelazaba sus manos con las de él- ¿Pero sabes qué? No me importaría, con tal de que al igual que ella y John nunca me dejaras- Spencer sonrió.

Bien; ya que tanto le deseas... será mejor que nos apresuremos a reforzar nuestra unión antes de que mi siguiente presentación empiece, mi mánager me reprenda y tu madre me demande por acoso sexual- Spencer empezó a reír sin parar y al sentir como el otro hundía sus labios en el cuello, lo rodeó con sus brazos- Aaron... siempre serás mi cantante favorito.

Así fue como el quinto round comenzó...

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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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Ever Since New York

Ship: Aaron Hotchner x BAU! GN ! Reader

Warnings: Coma, injury, mentions of a character death (Kate Joyner), angst but with a not-so-angsty ending.

Word count: 1k

Request: 'Could you do a songfic with ever since new york with any CM character.'

A/N: I hope this is okay! I got some inspiration from the lyrics so I made this Hotch x Reader, I hope that's alright! :) i didn't tag anyone on my tagslist because i wasn't sure who would want to be tagged!

Aaron wasn’t one for prayer. Not really, he might engage out of politeness. He was never one to dismiss the beliefs of others. But he’d never found much purchase in it himself.

Not until New York.

Not until the bombing that had killed Kate Joyner. Not until the bombing that left him almost deaf in his right ear. Not until the bombing that left you in an induced coma, for going on two months now.

No.

Ever since New York, he’d been praying in spite of the fact he never had before. Knelt by your bedside. He held your hand, clasping it as tight as he could while being mindful of all the wires and tubing. He pressed your joined hands against his forehead, allowing the tears to drip down onto you. As if with his prayers, his begging to a God he didn’t entirely believe in, the water could become holy, healing.

Any minute that wasn’t spent on a case, or with Jack, he was at your bedside. The guilt he felt when he was anywhere else, save perhaps reading a bedtime story with his son, ate him alive.

You’d been transferred to a hospital in Virginia after two weeks, once you were stable. The rest of the team came by too. More often than not, there was some freshly baked good next to your bedside. Penelope didn’t want you to wake up hungry, she said.

Privately, Aaron knew that it was borne purely out of a desire to be useful somehow. The BAU had been better fed this past two months than ever before.

“When will ____ wake up?" Penelope had asked the first time she’d visited.

“We’re not sure,” The doctor had pulled a face, almost wincing.

Aaron knew the prognosis wasn’t good. He was a profiler, and it was easy to see through the doctor’s bullshit even if he didn’t necessarily understand all the medical jargon. His voice cracked terribly, six weeks in, when he had the conversation with Reid.

“Tell me something,” He said, looking at the man perched on the other side of your bed, “What are the chances of waking up after this long?”

“The brain activity is a good indication. They might be able to hear us Hotch.”

Hotch looked away from him, choosing to stare at the ground. The tightness of his jaw made him look irritaited, but they both knew it was a ploy to hold back the tears that threatened the corner of his eyes, “Just tell me the statistics Reid.”

He didn’t mean to be unkind.

Spencer’s voice was softer when he spoke again, “There was no brain damage during the accident. There's no distinct signs of brain damage now. It was an induced coma, so it's different. The longer it goes on the less likely it is they'll make a full recovery. Most severe comas last 5 weeks. The likelihood of waking up after that is 10-25%. But it's only been six weeks Hotch, there's still a good chance. The statistics aren't always right."

"Thank you," He nodded, pressing his lips together firmly.

They might be able to hear you

Choose your words carefully Aaron

There's nothing you can say to fix this

No antidote

Spencer had told him that. That, while it was likely you could hear, it was unlikely anything specific he said could wake you up.

He could try.

He started to talk to you much more after that. Telling you tales about Jack and all the things he'd gotten up to in school. There'd been a class party which had ended in a small mutiny: half the kids had ganged up to steal the cake. While Jack hadn't been a part of the mutiny, he was found under the desk eating a stolen slice with his friend Ben. Aaron laughed when he told it, shaking his head affectionately, "I was just like that as a kid. Always doing things I shouldn't. Maybe you wouldn't believe that now. I think I'm too hard these days."

It was easy. It had always been easy to say things like that to you. It should have been even easier now that he didn't have to profile your response. It wasn't.

***

He didn't need Reid to tell him it'd been 2 months, 1 week, and 3 days when he got the call from the hospital.

"Hotchner."

He was listed as your next of kin. It made sense, given your relationship, his proximity to you at work, how close he lived to you.

"I'll be right there."

His feet carried him out of his office quicker than he could process, the bullpen was a blur and it was only when he felt a tug at his elbow that he turned around. Emily. Her eyebrows furrowed as she took him in, realisation washing over her. She pursed her lips.

"Is it?"

"Awake. I don't know how they are yet. They wouldn't say."

If she caught the way his voice quavered at the last syllable, she was kind enough not to mention it, "Do you want-"

He shook his head, "I need to go alone."

***

The doctor is stood by the door when he gets there. His hands wrapped tight around the clipboard, knuckles basically white. He stares into your room with a glazed over look behind his eyes. He's young, Hotch figures. He can't be used to delivering bad news.

The walk up the corridor seems to go in slow motion once he processes the last part. He can't be used to delivering bad news. His body feels like it's made of glass. Like the verbal confirmation of what he knows in the pit of his stomach might shatter his entire being.

"Agent Hotchner," A different doctor, speaking from behind him, taps on his shoulder, "Agent Hotchner, we moved Agent ____ from this ward."

He turns around, squinting, deciding it's quicker to ask the question than trust his profiling instincts right now, "What does that mean?"

The doctor smiles, "It means ____'s awake. Responsive. On the rehabilitation ward. It's going to be a long road of recovery but the important thing is their brain function appears to be completely unaltered. They were asking for you."

He'd forgotten what it was like to breathe. The weight that's been sat on his chest for 2 months, 1 week and 3 days, the weight he had become so accustomed to, has finally lifted. He takes his first proper breath in 2 months, and allows the doctor to lead him towards the correct ward. He even cracks a smile at one of his terrible jokes. The world has always seemed funnier with you in it.

***

You're propped up when he barrels into the room. Your face lights up into the most beautiful smile, your arms cautiously opening. He darts towards you, stopping himself at the last moment to embrace you gently. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here."

Your voice is scratchy when you speak, "Don't be. I looked awful. It gave me some time to have a nurse do something with my hair."

You flash a conspiratorial grin at the nurse, Debbie, stood helping the man opposite you out of bed. She returns it fondly, before turning back to her responsibility.

"Are you? Are you feeling okay?"

You nod, "I feel as well as I'm going to right now, I think, all things considered. More now that you're here."

"I missed you so much."

"Tell me something I don't already know. You barely left since New York."

"You could hear me?"

"Sometimes. I think. Was there.." Your voice trails off, your face pinching as you try to remember, "Was there some kind of cake mutiny at Jack's school? Or was that one of the crazy dreams I had?"

He barks out a laugh, "Yes. I told you about that."

"I think I remember. I love you so much."

"I love you too. So much."

His eyes are streaming again, but with relief this time. His silent messages of God are ones of thanks. And when the tears drop onto your forehead, it feels fitting to think of them as holy. Because here you are, squirming to get a better look at him.

Healed. The way he'd been praying for, ever since New York.

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