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CM Office Party Fics 🎉

Hey everyone! Thank you so much to everyone who participated. I am so happy to share everyone’s hard work. If you have a oneshot or masterlist you’d like me to add, please send me a message - new additions are always welcome.

SFW Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Inexperienced by me: Virgin!Reader has a secret no one expected, least of all Spencer. She’s a virgin… in every way.

Dancing with the Doctor by @smalltownbeautyqueen: After hearing the BAU's prom stories, Garcia decides to throw her own BAU prom.

Gift Exchange by @ssahopelessly: It’s time for the Secret Santa gift exchange at the BAU.

Secret Santa by @c-m-stuff: Reader and Spencer are together for Secret Santa.

Better for You by @incognit0slut: Spencer spends the change of year with a new resolution as he starts looking at his rival differently.

Clue by @pathologicalreid: A fic in which Penelope hosts a NYE party with a murder mystery theme.

Mistletoe's for Two by @andiebeaword: At the annual Christmas party, Spencer gets caught under the mistletoe by the woman he didn’t want to kiss.

More ratings and pairings below!

NSFW (18+) Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Prom Night by @foxy-eva: After everyone shared their sad (or non-existent) prom stories, Penelope decided to host a BAU Prom, giving Spencer the perfect excuse to finally ask out Reader.

Funhouse Mirror by me: SSA Reader promised Spencer he’d be surprised by her costume of the Doctor for the Halloween Party. He definitely was.

Kiss ’n Tell by me: Reader gets drunk on a night out with the girls and accidentally mimics her boyfriend’s habit of oversharing.

Unhappy Holidays by @reiderwriter: Reader runs into Spencer at holiday celebrations four years in a row, including this NYE.

Always Bet on Black by @reidmotif: Reader realizes she has an advantage at the Bureau's Casino Night, when Spencer can't seem to take his eyes off her and her dress.

Never Have I Ever by me: After a case involving kink culture, Spencer is assigned to judge the girls’ game of Never Have I Ever. Later, him and Reader compare scores.

Other/Fem!Reader (SFW)

Somewhere I Belong by @0and0its0doctor0: (Hotch) Hotch has a little liquid courage and breaks the rules.

When Snorter Does the Unexpected by @alluring-andrayav: (Derek) It's Derek's birthday, and he receives an unexpected gift.

Other Pairings & Gen Fic (SFW)

All is Bright by @masterwords: (Hotchgan) After a long series of failed dates, Hotch and Morgan finally come to their senses thanks to some well-placed mistletoe.

Talk of the Town by @/masterwords: (Hotchgan) Hotch has an invite to a Christmas party at the White House and he's asking Derek to be his plus one.

October by @gaelic-symphony: (Temily) The couple spends Halloween together.

November by @/gaelic-symphony: (Temily) The couple spends Thanksgiving together.

So Just Keep Kissing Me Under the Mistletoe [AO3] by @starzzyeyed : (Hotchreid) Spencer's dreading the BAU's christmas party for many reasons; not least because it means spending time off duty with his boss.

Happy Hotch Day by @codename-mom: (Platonic) Penelope wants to cheer her boss up as he still suffers from what Foyet did to him. The team prepares a surprise for him.

It's a Piece of Cake by @/codename-mom: (Platonic) Jack is turning six and Penelope wants to do something for the occasion.

The Sweater Case by @/codename-mom: (Platonic) The FBI organizes a gala with all the agency directors in the country. Hotch doesn't want to go.

Happy Reading!

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[redwithjoon]

"Haley wants me to sign the divorce papers uncontested."

"You don't want to...?"

Ultimately uneventful :/

HotchxReid

Word count: 8k

Just filth - NSFW!!!

An insanely stressed Hotch was ready to fight an inmate and is currently giving Spencer a seminar about how his wife wants a divorce pronto. Spencer decides that this just can't be and takes matters into his own hands. Quite literally. Oh, and he also finds out that his boss has a weirdly specific kink??

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"Haley wants me to sign the divorce papers uncontested." 

There it is. 

Spencer has been silently wondering why his boss 'escalated the situation' by losing his patience and was about to fistfight a whole serial killer so easily. Hotch had faced down more unreasonable, violent unsubs in the past, but for some reason, the moment he was baited by that man, he instantly snapped. 

"So we don't waste money on lawyers." 

Well, that'll do it. Having your wife screaming you down over the phone about how she wants you to officially divorce her already was obviously not an ideal start of the day but it can't just be that, can it? His boss is ridiculously pent up, and it's not like he had anyone to bitch to. After a few seconds, Spencer realized that Hotch wants some kind of response to his almost-confession but he's still unsure of what to say… like he literally has no fucking idea what Hotch wants him to do? Reassure him that it was going to be okay? Tell him that he's a good man either way? 

"You don't want to…?" Well, yeah obviously.

Hotch continues to randomly complain to him about his problem with his soon-to-be ex-wife and Reid just lets him be, trying to help him by giving responses he thinks would calm him down and make him feel the slightest bit better but there's only so much he can say. 

And to make it even worse, now they're stuck in traffic. In an absolutely insane traffic. 

Hotch subtly asks the taxi driver next to their car what exactly is happening and the driver just sighs. "I dunno, there's apparently a car crash not too far from here. They're rerouting the cars but…" 

"It'll take a while." Hotch thanks the man and rolls his windows back up. 

Christ. What can they do? Hotch is already irritated and now they have this. And the burden is not just mentally, Hotch has been driving for a while now and Spencer knows it's usually nothing for the man but it's a bit more tiring when you're stressing out about your imminent divorce, huh? 

Like a good friend, Spencer just listens to him, he listens, he listens, and he listens. 

But, fuck… there's only so much passive-aggressive talk about Haley that he can take.

"Are you tired?" Spencer cuts off Hotch in the middle of his mumbled rant, Hotch was talking about custody or something and Spencer has been listening long enough that he feels like he could be a divorce lawyer too by now. 

"Not really." 

"Well, I'm tired, it's the uh, the heat, you know, and I'm still a bit shaken from before." He is not shaken from before, but he'll say whatever it takes to get the hell out of this car. 

Hotch's previous potential outlet, a literal full-on fistfight, has been taken from him and now it has nowhere to go, no relief from the frustration. Too bad that they're not in the FBI's training room where Hotch can go berserk in shredding rubber dummies. 

"I see. We can pull over, but there's still no place to rest." 

Right. Ah… think, Spencer, think. You may not be under intense terror anymore and can't do your best work, but you need to come up with something. 

Hm… what will he do when he needs to let out stress– wait, no, not him, what would guys like Hotch do when he needs to let out stress other than sweating it out? Reid is tempted to just tell him to do laps but then a sudden realization hits him like lightning, so fast and shocking that he almost jumps on his seat. 

There's another way to sweat things out, right? 

But that won't do, does that even exist in Hotch's list of options of stress relief? Workout? Deep meditation? And…? 

"Hotch, do you want to rest? There's uh… well, there's a hotel there." Spencer points at a discreet-looking hotel. Hm… too discreet in fact with its own parking lot and everything. 

Hotch blinked. If it's any other hotel, he'll just chalk it up to Spencer needing that sweet coolness of AC and some subpar dining. But that's not that kind of hotel, is it? 

"That's not a proper hotel, Reid." Perhaps his subordinate just doesn't understa–

"I know." 

Of course he knows. Look, he knows a lot of stuff, a lot, some of them irrelevant, but even he knows that that is a love hotel, a short-stay hotel to be exact, paid by the hour for obvious fucking reasons. Hotch knows, he knows, he's just offering. 

It's silent for a while and Spencer's hyper brain is already thinking of dozens of different ways on how he would be fired (he's up to 57 potential scenarios by now), but shockingly…

Shockingly, Hotch makes a left turn, he drives down the rather empty road and parks into the almost-hidden parking lot. Quiet, discreet, just everything you need to make sure no one sees you come and leave. 

Hotch turns off the engine and Spencer is just… he's waiting for Hotch to unlock the car. He's nervous. Sure, he was the one that offered Hotch to stay in a love hotel for a few hours with the obviously very unprofessional, potentially damaging suggestions, but he's still nervous, okay? He just… wants to get Hotch's mind off of this downright spiral he is on and he's not the best in– 

"Are you sure?" Hotch's voice is as calm as ever, if Reid isn't a profiler he would've missed the slight tremble on his voice.

"…No one has to know." 

"No, Reid, are you sure you also want this…?" 

Yeah, Reid, do you want to fuck your boss? His brain is taunting him, asking him why he's offering sex to his boss but then again, why did his boss accept, hm? Why did he even consider the idea? He's not the only one in the wrong here. 

"I…" He clears his throat. "Can you just unlock the car…?" He could hear the door unlocked, Spencer walks out first, still looking everywhere but at Hotch. "…Do you have cash?" 

"Yes." 

"Okay. Good. So um, we're… good?" 

"Good." 

Spencer wants to scream from all the one-word answers. Of all times can Hotch just sound less formal? Just once, can he sound less formal when they’re literally going to have real sexual intercourse? 

…probably not, huh? 

The less they talk the better. Reid wants to hiss the moment they walk into their room, the thought of how dirty this room must be even though it looks perfectly clean considering the purpose of such accommodations but he pushes through it. 

Okay. Now that they’re here, uh… what should they do first? 

Spencer almost jumped when Hotch walk past him and sits on the bed. The first time they finally lock eyes with each other, as if creating a silent agreement, Reid lightly nods and put his bag on the chair. Okay, no thinking, (no bitching about divorce too,) only uh… only…

Okay, class? What should we do first? 

That's the limit on how his brain is functioning right now, thinking about what should they do first? What should he say to his boss? Should he, like, give him options? List out the menu like he's a waiter just asking when he wants for lunch? 

Hotch hasn't said anything and it's unnerving to be honest. 

Spencer sighs comically loud before he decides he might as well chose for him, if Hotch doesn't know what he wants then they just do whatever they can do. 

It's not like Hotch doesn't know what he wants. 

When Spencer turns around to grab something from his bag, Hotch can't help but watch and linger his eyes on Spencer's body. 

He admits that he has never, in the years and years of them working together, thought of Spencer as sexy. One part of it must be from the fact that he had started working with Spencer since he was a lanky, nervous 21-year-old who looked like a kid straight out of highschool. He never really noticed the change until now. 

Hell, even the word 'sexy' doesn't seem to fit him at all, with Reid always dressing up so conservatively. 

He always, always dressed like that, the only casual clothes Hotch had ever seen him in is his standard academy uniform and some shirt he wears strictly when the summer heat just gets too much. Even then he would wear short sleeves button up. 

Suddenly he remembers how surprised he was when one scorching hot day, he saw Reid with his long hair tied in a ponytail with the first two buttons of his shirt undone. It's not… he's not showing any excessive skin, the buttons didn't even show anything that can't be compared to Prentiss' shirt but it just looked… vulgar. It looked so vulgar merely because of the rarity of it. He remembered for a second that he almost looked away, like it's not something decent or proper for his eyes but then he remembered how illogical that is. 

That's something he didn't remember till now but it comes back at full force right this minute, when Reid bends down just the slightest bit to rummage through his bag to get…  

It's ridiculous how hot it is when Spencer pulls out a hair tie from the bag's tiny pouch, the man reaching back to gather his neck-long, perfectly curled hair. It's ridiculous how he feels himself getting more and more aroused just to see Spencer unbutton his cufflinks. 

The fact that he feels some kind of excitement seeing Spencer struggling to pluck his cufflinks off…

He needs to stop thinking and just enjoy it. Besides, isn't this Spencer's idea? Is he not in the wrong? Hotch's brain desperately needs some kind of justification as to why he's weirdly turned on already. 

Spencer, still pouting as he struggled with his right cuff, started walking towards Hotch. 

Spencer decides that he is going to straddle his lap, almost like he's used to if even. He only paused for a second, as if contemplating for the last time if he's going through with this or not but decides that there's no backing out now and he slowly starts to climb on his boss' lap. 

Spencer is nervous but he knows what he's doing. 

…Hotch doesn't know why that ticked him off, not in a sense that he hates what Spencer is doing, but in a sense that it shows this is Not Spencer's first time. 

Is it absurd of him to expect this 27 year old man to be… a totally inexperienced person? And why he finds himself feeling the smallest bit of disappointment when he realized Spencer isn't a fumbling, blushing mess. He's not aggressive in any way, still pretty much the Spencer that he knows, and yet. 

He got pulled out of his mind when he hears a relieved, tiny laugh as Spencer finally got the cuffs of his shirt off, then those same hands hold Hotch's shoulder, using them to brace himself as he tries to get comfortable on Hotch's lap, moving his knees subtly here and there on each side of Hotch's thighs to minimize discomfort, he expected Hotch to help him but–

Spencer feels hands on his waist to… push him away? 

The 'rejection' puzzles him greatly, looking down at the older man with the same pout, just more confused this time. "You don't like it…?"

"I do." Well. Then why? Spencer wants to ask when Hotch fully push him off his lap, making him stand up again. Hotch's hands are still holding Spencer's waist and Spencer could still feel the desire if the way Hotch's fingers are pretty much massaging his waist is something to go by so he isn't sure why the man is pushing him away. 

"I… like how you look unbuttoning your cuffs." 

The little confession made Spencer gasps ever so slightly. Hotch is actually talking to him about what he wants? Really? 

"I'd like to see you strip everything down yourself, if that's not too uncomfortable for you." 

Oh, how careful this man is. Reid offered sex and Hotch still asks if he's uncomfortable, truly a gentleman.

"I can do that. Do you want me to do it slow?" Spencer doesn't fucking know how to do a strip tease but he's good at improvising (as they both just saw) so he's sure he can do it right. Hotch's brows furrow in contemplation, he's also not sure what he wants but… he has an idea. "That's not necessary, I like it more if you do it casually."

"Casually?" 

"How you would strip when you're in private, like your bedroom for example. When you strip for a shower or to simply change clothes." 

"Oh… okay, then." That's a relief, though it is a weird request is it not? Act like he's at home? As if he's just relaxing alone? …Like doesn't know he's being watched? Hm… is that a kink? Is it, in and of itself, something sexual? 

Reid decides that he's thinking too much about it and thinking isn't what both of them want right now, right? 

Rarely has Hotch ever been this focused in anything other than work. He follows those trimmed, slim fingers slowly unbutton the rest of the dark, almost black cardigan off. Was it slow? He wasn't doing it slow, was he? No, he wasn't, he was undoing them normally so it might be Hotch's brain that's working slow. Not just his eyes, his ears also seem to be hyper aware to the slightest sound, because he got pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of Spencer's rolled up cardigan being tossed to the hotel's lone sofa, it feels like he could hear the lightest sound of the silk tie (always coloured or patterned) being unfurled easily by a single tug. 

Is he sweating? Because Hotch feels his body temperature going up for some unknown reason. (He knows the reason is arousal but he refuses to recognize how easy it is to get him hard.) 

Spencer then unbutton his white shirt one by one, this time he folds them a little neater before putting them on top of the cardigan. He's wearing a thin, loose tank top undergarments underneath. God, just how many layers does this man wear on the daily? Again, for some 'unknown' reason, Hotch finds that arousing. Probably because of how conservatively Spencer always dresses and he is probably one the only ones that gets to see his skin, because of that tank top, even if Spencer sweats or gets wet, no one can see his chest, his nipples or belly button. Yet he can.  

Hotch almost jumps when he hears the slightest frustrated groan as Spencer struggles to unbuckle his belt, eyes looking down and his lips pouting in focus. Wait, what? No. No, don't do that, get rid of that tank top first. Hotch is screaming on the inside, just one thin layer of cotton fabric and he could finally see his bare upper body. God, why is he being a tease?

Well, maybe he isn’t being a tease, maybe this is just how he– 

Can't think, Hotch can't think when he hears the thump of the belt buckle hitting the floor, Spencer accidentally dropping it, he picking it up and spun it into a circle. Hotch thinks he must look like a creep, eyes focused on every millisecond hearing that typical unzipping sound as Spencer pulls down his zipper. Pants pushed down to the floor and Spencer stepped out of it one foot at the time. 

There's something about this, he's not doing it to seduce Hotch, just like he requested, Reid just stripped like he's at home going to change from his work clothes to something more comfortable, no moving his hips or ever looking at his boss. Spencer is wearing a loose, bright blue underwear, his habit of wearing colourful clothes underneath all his formal look is endearing, especially seeing those mismatched socks, moss green with a star pattern on the left, orange with red stripes on the right. 

Spencer pulls off his tank top, unfurling his hair along with it, he bends down and was about to pull off his socks when– 

"Wait– what– wait!!" Spencer stumbles when Aaron suddenly stands up from the bed, his hands gripping Spencer's bare waist and manhandling a bit too roughly and it caught the younger man off guard. He lets out a surprised huff when Hotch shoves him on the bed on his stomach, gasping when he feels Hotch on top of him, trapping Spencer with both his knees on the sides of his thighs. 

He knows it's ridiculous, but Spencer felt the slightest bit of fear knowing that Aaron can just… do anything to him if he wants, he knows his boss won't hurt him of course, but the fact that Spencer is hanging on the belief that Aaron is a Good Person still makes his heart beat faster. 

Spencer hears the sound of zipper being undone, Hotch stripping on top of him impatiently. Oh… he wants to see that too… it isn't fair? How is it that Aaron gets to see everything while he's trapped on the bed? 

Reid swallow his silent protests when he feels Aaron's lips on his neck. 

This is the first time Hotch ever touched him more than hugging him and dragging him by the hand when he almost got shot for the 5th time because he thought it was a good idea to talk down an unsub without his vest on. Hotch is touching him and Spencer is dead silent about it, his mind still trying to wrap around the idea that he's basically naked under his boss who's stripping patiently. 

"Hotch– Aa…" 

"Aaron." Hotch finishes for him. "It's okay, Spencer." Reid didn't reply, squeezing the pillow under him viciously when Aaron grip each side of his underwear and tugging them down so roughly that Spencer hissed out loud at the feeling.

"I'm sorry…" Hotch's voice is so low, so… just so… It's doing things to reid and suddenly he doesn't really mind anymore. 

"It's okay…" at least Hotch is nice when he takes off his socks, it's sweet even, how he bends his legs and pulls them off one by one. Then, as Spencer suspected, Hotch rolls him to his back, the first time Reid is facing him when he's properly aroused. "Hey…" he whispers, pulling on Hotch's shirt collar, whispering at Aaron to take his clothes off first. And he does, but still when he's on top of Reid, when he keeps eye contact that makes the other squirm. 

He had never seen Aaron naked before, Spencer tracing his fingers on the old scars peppered on his body, to the little beauty marks on his neck and chest, and, aha… Aaron has a lot of body hair, a lot, it tickles him a bit and he just knows he's gonna get some kind of chafing later. 

"What, um… what do you wanna do…?" Spencer mumbles as he strokes Aaron's arm, going up to his neck and shoulder, sighing when he feels Aaron nuzzling his neck and his jaw… "I'll do whatever you want." Spencer adds. "Just… can't go all the way." 

Penetrative sex is a painful thing, at least at first, and it's unsaid but both of them are tired from the day's work and Hotch is mentally exhausted from all the stress. 

Spencer whispers to Aaron that hotels like these usually have condoms and lube stashed on the bedside drawer and he's right, but despite all that, it'll still gonna take a long while. Spencer would have to clean up, they both have to take things slow, foreplay that could take minutes till hours since that's what Spencer needs if he doesn't want to be a rigid, awkward mess. And both of them don't have the energy for that. What should they do, then…? 

Spencer reach around blindly until he finds the bottle of lube and squeezed a considerable amount into his hand, he hesitantly pulls Hotch into a soft kiss again when his hand move down ever so slowly until he finally wraps his slick, slippery fingers around Hotch's straining erection. 

"Sorry–" Spencer whispers between their kisses when he hears Hotch hissing loudly. "Sorry it's cold…" he has nothing to be sorry about but he gets sensitive during sex, sometimes he's extremely cheeky and insufferable and sometimes he gets just a little too soft and this is the latter. 

"Don't," Hotch replies, Reid is slowly stroking his cock, squeezing hard at the base and lightening up at the tip just how he likes it. Huh, how did Reid know what he likes? 

Hotch's hand moved from softly caressing his back to Spencer's shoulder, basically shoving him down on the bed, Spencer gasped in surprise when he– "Ah! Aaron, I– fuck…" Aaron shoved his hand away, hooking his hands on Spencer's thighs, spreading them, and hooking them on his waist as he forcefully grinds down on Spencer's groin. 

It feels so– it feels so good, it feels so fucking good, holy shit. Aaron is grinding down on him, squeezing Spencer's erection between their bodies, the fast, heavy stroke milking his cock from the mere friction alone. It feels good but it also fucking hurts, fucking Hotch and his fucking body hair, it's just everywhere! It scratches and tickles his skin and it– fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't– "No…" Spencer groans loudly into their kiss when Aaron stops. 

Why the hell did he do that? What the hell is his problem!? He–

"I'm sorry–" Hotch blurts out. "I’m– I'm sorry, I have to stop…" He knows he pissed off his younger partner, but… "Had to stop, I was already close." 

Wait, "What…?" Spencer doesn't want to sound rude but he's actually caught off guard, they've only been doing this for a few minutes, so why? 

"It's you," Hotch whispers yet again, his voice is so soft, he must also feel humiliated to some degree. "I've never done this with a man before and there's just something about you…" Hotch started kissing his jaw, Spencer twitching from the feeling of Aaron's lips lingering on his skin, parting his mouth as he lick and suck in the softest way possible because Spencer has an inkling that Aaron’s a bit possessive when it comes to sex and he's fighting with every nerve in his body not to leave painful, glaring hickeys all over his partner aka him. 

Something… about him? Because he's a man or because he's Spencer? 

"It's okay," Spencer said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "We can just…" Spencer pushes Aaron away from his body, sure Spencer is loving all the kisses but he also needs something else. 

He slowly turns around and lays on his stomach, his legs spread wide as an obvious invitation that Hotch readily accepts, taking only a second before he slots himself between those thighs, his hands rubbing from Spencer's hips, waist and back slowly, going up and down in a firm, almost painful strokes with how deep Aaron is digging his thumb on his skin. 

"Can't do too much, Aaron, but I don't mind." Spencer is driving him crazy, Hotch is completely sure Spencer is doing this on purpose because those long, bony fingers of his are reaching back slowly spreading his cheeks apart till his rim strains, "Use me…" 

Use– Fuck, Hotch is so pissed off at the fact that Spencer knows, he knows this is driving him crazy yet he does it anyway, baiting Hotch to completely let loose and just, use him. If he can't fuck him, he can grind on him like Spencer’s just a toy, that's what he’s implying and Hotch is going to do just that. 

Hotch grabs both his wrists and forces them both to the pillow again. "Keep them there, don't you move." Spencer nods, he can do that, bringing his hands in and tucking it on his chest. 

He hissed when he smells latex and feels Hotch's thumb rubbing the liquid roughly between his cheeks, making sure that he's slick till the bottom, Spencer shudders when Hotch absentmindedly start massaging his perineum with his thumb, making Spencer whines as quietly as possible into his hand, it's nothing overwhelming, it just feels good.

Hotch stops much to Spencer's disappointment, but then he feels Hotch on top of him. Not just above him, he feels Hotch's body on top of him. Feels his chest on his back, feels his full weight trapping his body down. But that's not even close to the overwhelming feeling he gets after. 

Hotch shoved his cock between his cheeks and started grinding him down so hard that even with the lube, Spencer could still feel the burn of the movement, how his cock would drag low and slow and then push back up again, Spencer feeling his body being trapped by Hotch, how his damn heavy weight is making it hard to breathe but Aaron is enjoying himself and Spencer doesn’t want to stop that. Christ, he could feel how big Aaron is just by grinding on him, could feel his rim rubbed by the tip of his heated, rock hard erection, so hot and veiny, just… it makes him wonder if it'll even fit in him?

"Aaron–" Spencer gasps when he feels Hotch's fingers digging into his back, leaving white marks from his shoulders to the dip between his thighs, those same hands squeezing his ass painfully hard, grabbing them so roughly that Spencer can't handle it, one hand reaching back frantically only to have it pinned down on the bed, unable to wiggle them free no matter how hard he tries to get away. "Aaron, please…" 

There's a pause, Spencer gasping when Aaron starts kissing the side of his head, down to his cheek, his ear, damnit. "Shh… it's alright, Spencer. It’s alright." Alright, he said, but he didn't let up. 

Though he finally, oh god, finally… lift himself up and bracing himself on his elbows, finally letting the younger one breathe properly, letting Spencer's hand go. He can't blame Aaron though, he doesn't want to because he said it himself didn't he? Use me. And Aaron is doing just that. 

Aaron pulls apart his cheeks with his thumbs even more, enough to make Spencer hiss and grip the pillow tighter. 

It feels good for Aaron though, even better than before, he could get himself more snug in there as he continues to grind down on him. Fuck, he could just… feel his hole whenever he pulls back before thrusting up again. And this, this lust inside of him is infecting his brain with all sorts of sinful thoughts. 

He could do it, Hotch thinks. He could spread Spencer's legs apart and make him take it, he could pin him down, Hotch knows he's strong enough for that. Pin his back down with his body, pin his arms and wrist down with a forceful grip, use his legs to pin his calves in place and he could just make Spencer take his fucking cock, just take it, take it, take it. Just shut up and–

Wait, hold on, what was he thinking? What kind of depraved imagination did he come up with? Hotch got rid of those thoughts off of his head instantly. 

But he can't deny that this is so good that his mind is having trouble processing it. The way his precum is making it easier to slide his cock up and down, to grind in harder and harder, he could feel every single fucking time how the tip of his cock would brush past his hole, and it– fuck, it feels good, for some reason even something as simple as feeling Spencer clench under him every time is making his mind thought of those horrible things. He feels shameful, completely appalled by his wretched thoughts of forcing Spencer. 

For some kind of reassurance, Hotch suddenly kissed Spencer's neck, making the younger one's breath hitch under him, Spencer's thighs shaking a bit when Hotch parts his lips, mouth sucking on the spot, way too wet for a hickey while his teeth ever so slowly push and drags on Spencer's skin. Only when Spencer whimpers did he stop. That didn't last long though because Hotch starts doing the same thing to his shoulder down to his shoulder blade, all the while he hasn’t stopped grinding down on Spencer. 

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he feels his orgasm brewing, how his breathing gets heavier, his body more tense, Spencer could barely move from how hard Hotch is holding him.

Spencer is hurting; Aaron is squeezing his arms so tight that it turns his fingers white, he kept thrusting so hard that Spencer feels the sensitive skin around his rim randomly stinging with every pull, and to be completely honest, Aaron's weight on top of him is making it hard to breathe. Though Spencer doesn't tell him to stop and is not planning to, he knows Hotch is nearing his orgasm, knows that if he breaks that momentum, he would probably feel too sensitive to continue, or his orgasm might not end up as satisfying and that's the last thing Spencer wants. This all starts with him trying to make Hotch feel so good he'll forget about his, uh, absolutely ruined marriage, for an hour or so, and he’s going to do just that. 

Spencer's a man too, it happens so quickly that despite being prepared, it still surprises him nonetheless. Because Hotch suddenly freezes, Spencer feels hot semen staining his lower back right after and he shivers with disgust. But it's fine, after a few seconds and a few more drops of warm come wetting his skin, he knows that Hotch is done. 

Now finally flaccid, Hotch slowly moves off of him, rolling to his back to take deep breaths. Spencer's waist and thighs are aching, the skin between his cheeks and especially around the rim starts stinging from the burn of previous friction, he desperately wants to just roll back and heave in some breaths but he can't fucking do that, can he? He's not going to smear this whole bedsheet with his boss' drying semen. Christ, this is both humiliating and irritating. 

Spencer pushes himself off the bed, still pretty much erect as he stands on wobbly legs, carrying the damp towel with him. He didn’t look back at Aaron once as he stumbled his way into the bathroom. 

Well. They finished what they set out to do, right? Spencer tosses the towel to the laundry bin and walk inside the shower, making sure that the water is hot before stepping into it. 

Spencer squeaked from the sudden stream, gasping in pleasure as the water relieved some of his tension. He reached back to, ugh, rub the slippery semen off his back, it just feels… wrong but the water cleaned it up so it's fine. 

His head thumps lightly on the wall, wondering what the hell he's doing. 

Whatever though, he's still turned on and hard and that's really numbing his critical thinking. 

The bathroom reverberates his moans when he wraps his fingers around himself, pumping up and down his length in an impatient manner. He just wants to fucking get off already so he can function normally again. 

It's a love hotel, these things are bound to happen, right? So he doesn't care if he's letting out sounds here and there, he's not being super loud and fuck it, if he wants to jerk off in the shower he'll fucking do it. 

His other hand hits the wall and curls into a fist, his mouth breathing hard on the tiles, he's not sure what's dripping down his chin anymore, is it water or spit? He spread his legs carefully, making sure he won't fucking slip and bust his head or something but he needs to thrusts into his hands, it feels good. It feels so, so good…

The hot water is fogging up the shower's glass and mirror outside and he couldn't care less. His hand moving from the walls to the glass, his shaking palm wiping up the fog, he's almost bouncing on his legs now with how good it feels and how much he wants to get off. 

Oh god, he's going to come, he's going to come– he's right there! Right– he just needs a few more minutes, just a little more… a little… 

"Spencer?" 

Fuck. 

He gasped loudly and had to bite down a loud groan from his frustration. Great, Aaron is here, just when he was about to come, that's just–

"Aaron…?" Reid whispers when he feels the shower's glass door being opened, the older man slowly stepping inside. Spencer… he knows what's happening but it's really hard to think right now, not with Hotch pulling him off the wall, not with him pushing Spencer on the glass door, not with Spencer feeling just how fucking hot the surface is. All that is forgotten when Hotch presses his back to his chest, kissing and pecking Spencer's neck and shoulder again as his hand rubs his waist roughly, his hips, his upper thigh, his– 

"Aaron! Aaron… oh god… fuck…" 

Spencer's forehead thump on the glass, lips bitten down and his face scrunch up in pleasure. It does feel different when someone else is jerking you off, someone who has the same sex as you, who knows just how to pull, tug and squeeze just right. Spencer feels his eyes rolling back, his eyelids fluttering close, mouth open in a silent gasp. 

Hotch grips his erection harder and Spencer keens, feeling his thumb pushing down on the tip with each fast stroke, would rub up and down his prominent vein and his slit and– 

"AH!! AARON– MORE, YES, yes just like that, oh god, god, faster, faster! More, goddamnit, I'm so close, I'm so close, baby, just like that… just–" 

Hotch's brain glitched for a second there. Reid's the type that slips in nicknames when he's having sex, huh? Well, he isn't sure what to do with that information, but it's sexy, god, that sounds so sexy. 

"Baby, yeah, more, oh god, Aaron, I'm gonna–"

When Spencer's body twitches hard and freezes, Hotch squeezes his cock oh so painfully tight, all hard and fast till he fucking comes in his hand, nails dragging hopelessly on the slippery surface, staining the glass and his fingers. 

He strokes him through his orgasm, then he lightens up ever so slowly, only letting go when Spencer's soft in his hand and so very, very satisfied…

It took the younger a couple of seconds to truly get himself back to earth. It was so fucking good that if he isn't so exhausted he would've loved a second round. Despite the orgasm, his brain is still numb from pleasure so it's not really his fault is it? When he turns around, humming and curling his hands around Hotch's shoulder, when he leans in close, so close that he's sure Hotch would pull back and push him away but… he's playing along? 

Their foreheads pressed together, both of them breathing hard, lips just a breath apart. "Thanks…" Spencer whispers. "That felt so good…"

And Spencer, Spencer was about to fucking kiss his boss when– wait. 

Wait– Fuck. Fuck, this is his boss. This is Aaron…

Spencer quickly pulls away as the haze passes, looking everywhere but Hotch's eyes. He sounds stupid trying to make excuses why he needs to shower alone but Hotch seems to understand, washing himself under the stream quickly before walking out. 

Spencer's left alone again and for a second he just stands there unmoving. Yeah, so… that happened.

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Spencer feels awkward when he walks out only wearing a towel to see Hotch who's already fully dressed. Spencer, at the speed of light, managed to get his singlet and underwear on, he wants to put on the rest of his clothes too but he actually has long hair and he needs to blow dry them first. 

Hotch didn’t say anything, it would’ve been creepy if Spencer doesn't know his boss well enough to know that he's just… thinking. At least Spencer made him think of something else other than the divorce papers, right? Mission accomplished? Wow, he's trying to make this less awkward but it's not happening. 

The only brush he has is the flimsy one he got from the bathroom so it was a nightmare getting his hair to settle down, they always bounce back every time he tries to straighten them so he just gives up, putting the rest of his clothes back on. 

Hotch is trying, and failing, not to focus on Spencer dressing up, it feels… It feels weirdly disappointing when he sees Spencer almost fully dressed. He noticed how the younger is looking around for his belt and Hotch picks it up for him, hidden under the chair. 

"Thanks– I, um…" Spencer really doesn't know what to say when Hotch, without asking, starts putting his belt on for him. 

His fingers slowly pulling the tip after every loop, it feels kinda rough but nothing too hard. He buckled it up for him, Spencer doesn’t even realize how close they're standing now. 

Okay. So, that's weird. But when Hotch was about to step back, Spencer clears his throat to get his attention. "Hey, Hotch, uh, here." Spencer hands him the folded tie. "Put this on for me too." 

Oh, Spencer surprised himself with how bold he is, but what the fuck is he trying to accomplish? He just has this weird inkling that this whole thing, stripping and dressing up thing, kinda turns Aaron on in a weird way? Like not enough to get him hard obviously, but enough to make him want it. Spencer's testing the water but for what, exactly? This is a one-time thing, why is he taking notes on what turns his boss on? 

Hotch pulls his shirt collar up, looping his tie around and actually putting it on for him, his tie turning out neater than it would whenever he did it himself. 

Again, when Hotch was about to walk away, Spencer stops him. "Can you tuck in the back of my shirt? I can’t really see…" Spencer turns around, and true enough, there's a slight wrinkle on the bottom of his shirt, not anything he needs help tidy up though and both of them know this but for some reason, Hotch just follows. 

Reid didn't feel anything for a second and was just about to ask when he feels Hotch yank him back by the waist, he pretty much shoved the shirt down and going a step further by making sure they're all neatly tucked by rubbing his fingers hard from the back to the front. Spencer has to stop his gasps whenever Hotch would shove in his perfectly tucked shirt roughly for no fucking reason. It seems like Hotch also has a limit on how much teasing Spencer dish out. Spencer's not complaining though. 

He almost stumbles when Hotch gives his waist one last squeeze before finally letting him go for real this time. Spencer’s done dressing up but he feels eyes watching the undone button on the bottom of his shirt from all of Hotch's rough handling. Hotch didn't make a move to fix it though, probably not wanting to touch Spencer's hip again. 

Spencer finished up the rest of his clothes, putting his socks and his shoes on, tapping the tips once to get them snug before walking to the door. 

Both of them have been silent till now, looking all prim and proper like they were before. Spencer went to crack open the door, the slightest orange light of the hall seeps in but it instantly disappears when Hotch slams the door back close and single-handedly turns Spencer around. 

Shocked and confused, Spencer doesn’t fight it when Hotch shoves him up the door and kisses him full. 

Fuck it, Spencer pulls on his shoulder and yank him flush to his chest and deepens the kiss shamelessly, his brows frowning and lips parting to roughly kiss Aaron's mouth, open-mouthed and dirty, Spencer would be disgusted when their spit wets his chin but he couldn't care less, not when Hotch shoved his tongue inside his mouth, when Spencer bites the other’s lower lip when they part for air till Aaron was groaning at him. Mm, that sounds nice, Spencer decides that he likes it and he's going to pull more of that off of him. 

It was Spencer that initiated more, telling Hotch that hey, it's not just a kiss, they're not going to stop at a kiss, no, Hotch opened the floodgates and none of them can stop it. Spencer grips Hotch's hair, keeping him in place so he could kiss down Aaron's neck. 

Spencer fucking hates how physically stronger Hotch is compared to him. How easy it is for the older man to drag him off the door despite Spencer's loud whining. 

Spencer felt Hotch pulling on the belt that he himself puts on just minutes before and unbuckling it with the patience of a toddler, roughly unzipping Spencer's pants and swallowing his loud moan with another round of rough kisses. 

Spencer's not going to back down without a fight, though. He pushed the older man off his body with all the strength he can muster, before Hotch can wrestle him down, he slip to the side and this time he shoved Hotch to fucking sit on the bed. He didn't even get to ask Spencer what the hell he's doing before the younger one went to his knees in seconds unzipping Aaron’s pants impatiently and– 

"FUCK–" 

Oh, he's cursing! He's cursing and that makes Spencer giddy. He got his head between Hotch's thighs, his fingers spreading the zipper apart as much as it can go before leaning in and dragging his tongue on Aaron’s cock through the thin material of his underwear, his putting his tongue flat and dragging it up and down as hard as he can, wetting the fabric with spit that Spencer obviously doesn't give a shit about. He knows it drives him crazy, it apparently entertains him and Hotch knows this. This time it's Hotch's turn to grip his hair in place painfully before shoving his underwear down with one push. God, he's so fucking hard already and it's all because of the cheeky thing sitting between his thighs. 

He knows Spencer can be cheeky when he feels like it. It drives Hotch absolutely insane when he looks down and he sees Spencer, trying to pull pry fingers off his hair to lighten the tension but still supporting that grin on his face. Hotch… he tries not to curse, he never does in front of someone else but he keeps doing it under his breath now, Spencer managed to pull all that out of him and he knows how smug he is about it. 

He's going to wipe that grin off his face though, he’s– "Gonna wipe this grin off my face?" The younger man says knowingly like the profiler he is. "After I turn you on just by letting you fix up my clothes, hm?" Spencer is teasing him, it probably gave him a big wave of satisfaction from knowing he manage to fluster his usually always stoic boss, and Hotch has to admit that he's impressed by his little game. He's going to make him regret it (not really, but oh well). 

Spencer whines when the grip gets harder, when Hotch yanks his hair up so hard that Spencer is leaning up on his knees, pulling a real reaction of pain from the younger. Spencer kept trying to get his grip off but he didn't fight it when Hotch drags him closer, even voluntarily opening his mouth as wide as he can go, sticking his tongue out in a blatant invitation. 

It's so fucking dirty, holy shit, he's so fucking shameless. Hotch's brain froze for a second from the sight of his usually awkward, youngest teammate now waiting for his boss to face fuck him. If it's anyone who he knows is naturally flirty, this image might not break his mind this badly but because it's Spencer… Hotch isn't sure how his brain is still functioning but it's functioning enough to grip his cock and slide it into Spencer's mouth. Sliding is such a soft word to describe him gripping the man’s jaw to make sure it stays open.  

"Ha… fuck…" Hotch moans when the sudden tight wetness envelops him, Spencer letting Hotch force his jaw open, Spencer trying his damnest to get that cock in as far down his throat on the first try. He didn't manage much, just 2 or 3 inches but the moment he starts bobbing his face up and down, the more he can get into his mouth. That's good, that's nice, but the thing is, Hotch is already feeling his orgasm coming fast and he needs to– 

Spencer sounds confused and alarmed when the hand on his hair lets go, that confusion turns into surprise as Hotch grabs each side of his cheeks instead, forcing him there as Hotch thrusts his cock inside his mouth and down his throat, making Spencer let out a real, almost panicked sound.

He kept fucking his mouth, gagging Spencer again and again, Spencer fighting every urge in his body to push Aaron off because he knows now that's what Aaron likes. What triggered his orgasm is Hotch looking down and seeing that previously smug face now turns all red and teary, nose flush and lips painfully spread open, he keeps eye contact until he, shamefully enough, comes in around a minute or two inside his mouth. He almost passed out when he felt Spencer's throat contracting around him as he swallowed his semen. Not like he has any choice, he would’ve gagged if he didn't.  

A wet squelching sound can be heard when Hotch finally, ever so slowly slides his softening cock out of Spencer's mouth. Spencer instantly heaving for air, coughing a few times and wiping the spit and semen off his lips and chin. Hotch could hear Spencer curse under his breath, finally getting his breathing back to normal. 

Hotch wonders if he's twenty years younger, can he get hard again so quickly? Because his cock twitched at the sight of Spencer looking absolutely ruined. 

That looks so good, Hotch wants to take a picture of it but then realized how vulgar that is and what a disaster it will be if someone accidentally sees it. 

Hotch grabbed Spencer's shoulders up, the younger falling to the man's chest with a soft 'oof', hissing when Hotch's hands gripped and squeeze his ass roughly, just about to yank his pants down too when Spencer whines, pretty much slapping his hands away. "Don't! You're gonna get me hard too and you never sucked cock before have you?" Spencer said with a pout in a matter-of-fact way. 

Then Spencer moves away from him, going to the bathroom to wash his face and rinse his mouth, thankfully none of that stained his collars and tie. 

When he got out, Hotch already zipped his pants back on, he looked disheveled and there were some stained spots on his pants but nothing that won't be covered with the bottom of his suit, small blessings. 

"Let's go." Hotch said and their way back out isn't so awkward this time. After Spencer paid the fee, Hotch even opened the car door for him, ugh what a gentleman. He seems much more relaxed than before, Spencer's theory is true, orgasm does help you relax, he just didn't know Hotch needed more than one. 

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"Pretty boy! How was Connecticut?" 

"Hm… Ultimately uneventful." 

Thankfully, Hotch had his dry cleaning in his office so no one had to see his come-stained pants and sweaty shirt. 

Well. Spencer hopes that what happened earlier would be considered 'uneventful' compared to what will happen tonight. Tonight when Spencer promised to show his apparently not-so-straight, clueless boss on how to fuck a man proper. 

Besides, he would probably need those orgasms again after he signed those damn divorce papers, right? 

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[cowboysandpilots]

This blurb was written for @outofnowhere82 thank you so much for requesting it, it really means the world to me. <3 I hope you enjoy it and the other 2 are on the way :) Warnings: None

Pairings: Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner

Word Count: 551

✨Request your own $1 blurb✨ Spencer hadn't been expecting it the first time his supervisor had kissed him. If you asked Reid, it had come out of nowhere. If you asked Hotch however, he had been building up to it for quite a while. When it had happened, that had been a surprise. Spencer had been hurt during a case, of course. Maybe it was because he was the most vulnerable or maybe because Hotch wasn't as good at looking after the kid as he would want to think but Spencer was no stranger to getting hurt. It hadn't been too bad, he had only needed a few stitches on his forehead just above his right eyebrow and he hadn't even needed to stay at the hospital. The nurse said that if he was lucky, it wouldn't even leave a scar. Still, Aaron felt this need to go visit Spencer in his hotel room that night when he couldn't sleep.

Aaron knocked on the door gently, quietly, so that he wouldn't accidentally wake Spencer if the kid had been asleep. He wasn't. Spencer answered the door like he hadn't slept a wink. "What are you still doing up?" Hotch asked softly as if he wasn't also awake. Spencer called him out with a soft chuckle. "I could ask you the same question." He turned around and walked back to sit at the end of his bed, Hotch took this as an invitation to come in, while Spencer offered up an actual explanation. "Actually I uh... can't sleep. Head hurts." He shrugs. "Let me look at your stitches." Hotch offers, already taking a step forward. Spencer figures there's no room to argue so he just sits there and lets Aaron look. His breath hitches a bit when Hotch uses his finger under Spencer's chin to tilt it up and get a better look. "Hotch, no offense, but you were a lawyer, not a doctor. Do you know what you're looking for?" Spencer tries to keep his voice steady and Hotch offers nothing more than a hum in response. "Are you going to kiss it better? Because I'm a little older than Jack." It's an anxious joke, one to break the tension of them being so close, and much like a lot of Spencer's jokes, it doesn't land. Aaron barely notices it, he's in his own head, and without even registering that he's moving, he does lean down to press a kiss, not on, but beside the end of the stitches. It's obviously different than the kiss he would give Jack on a scraped knee. It's not the quick peck you'd give to placate a crying child, it's longer, more gentle and it comes with Aarons's hand moving to the side of Spencer's neck. He looks up at his boss after, eyes big with surprise and a little confusion. Hotch is looking at him with an expression that he's never seen before. Neither of the two men planned for what happened next, the way that Aaron's thumb runs across Spencer's sharp jawline before he leans down and presses a kiss to Spencer's dry, but not chapped lips. It's not until Spencer actually starts kissing him back that he realizes what he's doing and also realizes that, no matter how many rules he's breaking, he doesn't want to stop. --

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[masterwords]

cold hands

This is nothing. I have been struggling lately with stories that are too big for my brainpower, so here is a little thing I used to try and jumpstart some brain activity. I'm not sure it worked.

1.5k words of Hotch & Reid in the hospital room after Route 66. Face shaving, very sedated Hotch, kissing, cute. Written quick and dirty, using the prompt: Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin. This fits into my 50 Types of Kisses theme.

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The little pink basin in her hand gave Spencer an idea. “Excuse me, nurse?” he asked, wringing his hands a little nervously. “Is..were you...Aaron Hotchner...” He was stammering, something about the situation had seemed to simple up until the moment it came to actually pushing the words out. Saw her with the basin and the disposable shaving kit, it had sparked an idea, and it seemed so simple. But asking...staring her right in the face and asking...well now it seemed silly to him. Intrusive in a way Hotch would never have condoned. “Nevermind.”

She smiled at him. “Mister Hotchner indicated that he prefers to shave daily,” she said matter-of-factly, taking another step toward his room. She was an older woman, had probably been haunting the ICU as long as Spencer had been alive, her features were full of light but her eyes told a darker story. She'd seen terrible things, things that had irrevocably damaged her soul. Spencer could relate. “We got around to visiting last night while I was making my rounds. He's peculiar.” Her eyes went distant for a moment, and then she smiled. It was soft and sweet, a little too wise for his taste this early in the morning. Wordlessly she was painting a picture he didn't want to look at. “I thought I'd let him get up out of that bed this morning, give him a few minutes in the bathroom to feel like he's got his ducks in a row but that's a no go. Sometimes I get a little carried away with hope, but don't you worry, maybe tomorrow. So I got to thinking,” she paused, her smile widening. “Well, he's got the quakes something fierce and I have a few minutes free. I figured I could be of service.”

“Oh,” he replied quietly. She'd rambled her way around his head and rendered him speechless. “Yeah. I was just...”

It felt like time travel, the moment his face flushed hot and the words slipped from his lips to now, standing beside Hotch's bed with the basin and kit in his own hands, no nurse in sight. She had time, but so did he. He had all day, and this was the only place he planned to be. Even in the dim morning light he could see Hotch's hands shaking where they lay against his thighs. Spencer sat on the edge of the bed, glad for the basin to keep his hands occupied, weighed down. He kept enough distance not to disturb Hotch's sleep, but unwilling to move to the more sensible chair. He'd watched him fall, smack his head into the floor, nearly die and then found himself on a plane headed the opposite direction. Hotch needed him close and he flew away. He was going to close that distance again as quickly as he could.

Blinking slowly, black lashes fluttering against too pale skin, Hotch woke. Spencer couldn't help smiling when he saw the first glimpse of his honey gold eyes, unfocused and tired but there. “Spencer?”

“The one and only,” was his quiet reply. He tried to sound sure of himself, tried to sound like he hadn't stayed awake all night waiting for visiting hours so he could be here. He thought perhaps Hotch was just out of it enough not to notice. “How do you feel?” His voice raised an octave at the end there and he cleared his throat, tried to play it off. A faint smile ticked up at the side of Hotch's mouth.

“Great,” he whispered. “Never better.” His eyes flickered, dragging slowly from Spencer's uneasy smile to his hands, the pink basin, then back to his eyes. Trying to read him but coming up murky and wrung out. He didn't say a word.

Hotch didn't protest when Spencer offered to help him shave. He knew enough of Hotch's tricks to get what he wanted. First, he'd tell Hotch he would hold the mirror and Hotch could do it himself. The little basin was filled with warm water, and shaving cream was slathered on his cheeks. Spencer watched him work with shaking hands, frustrated but determined. This was the easy part.

“Would you?” Hotch asked, handing Spencer the disposable pink razor with one trembling hand. There was a shadow there, some kind of deep sadness with the realization that he couldn't do this for himself, not safely anyway...but there was also a faint whisper of hope. And of peace. Because Spencer would. “Please?”

Spencer's eyes went wide with shock and he gulped down his surprise. He could have seen a hundred different ways that this would play out, but Hotch still managed to surprise him. It was one of the reasons he'd fallen in love. That Hotch could always out maneuver his analytical mind, that he often found himself chasing Hotch down back alleys of unpredictable thought, was endlessly fascinating. “Yes,” he replied quietly, almost reverently. “Of course.”

Hotch tilted his head back, leaned his full weight against the mountain of pillows that were holding him upright, and closed his eyes. The light hurt. His head was pounding and he was starting to feel sick but the steady drip of the drugs in his IV told him he only needed to patiently wait it out. Trusting Spencer with a blade was the easy part. Waiting for the pain to settle into the background was harder.

Spencer's fingers danced against his jaw, pulling the skin tight while he guided the small razor over the curves and planes. It wasn't going to be the tightest shave Hotch had ever had, or the neatest, but Hotch didn't seem concerned with that. Spencer's fingers danced against his cold skin, thumb grazing his lower lip every so often and the desire to lean forward and kiss his messy shaving cream mouth was almost too much to bear.

He would have liked it to go smoothly, too. In his mind it was effortless, the blade would glide smooth over his skin and Hotch would thank him and they would share a passionate kiss. It would be worth all the trouble, his care would ease Hotch's troubles, they would be okay. Yeah, okay, maybe he was romanticizing the situation a little to avoid the bitter truth, but the alternative was crushing. He'd already nicked him three times and tiny crimson rivulets of blood spread wispy tendrils through the thick shaving foam still clinging to his jaw.

“I'm so sorry, Aaron,” Spencer whispered, tearing off tiny pieces of a coarse paper towel to press into the wounds on his face once he'd finished cleaning him up. The white towel, warm and damp, screamed his sins. He wasn't an expert at shaving but he'd never done this bad a job in his life. Not even as a preteen trying to rid his face of a mustache that had no business growing on his lip. His mother's dull razor hadn't done him any favors, but it was nothing compared to this massacre.

“...s'okay...” Hotch whispered, his voice ghostly but in good humor. They were keeping him pumped full of enough sedatives and pain killers that he couldn't get worked up about much. What was another cut or two? His entire stomach was covered in gauze and paper tape, staples pulling his skin tight and holding his stuffing in. A few little slices on his cheeks were the least of his concerns. He hadn't even felt them, would never have known if Spencer hadn't hissed or groaned and muttered speedy apologies each time. “...at least we can see this bleeding...”

If Spencer didn't laugh, he would cry. So he let out a quiet chuckle and finished cleaning up the mess he'd made. It wasn't nearly the romantic and sweet experience he'd hoped for, more of a failed gesture than anything but when Hotch reached out with his shaking fingers and twisted their hands together, he knew it was still worth the trouble. Jessica would bring Jack later and they'd make fun of Spencer, she would probably make a comment about being thankful he hadn't ever wanted to be a surgeon and if he could live through her ribbing he could live through the rest.

“Thank you,” Hotch whispered, eyes fluttering closed. Spencer laughed a little louder this time. A little lighter.

“For what? Slicing up your face? That razor really was...” he started to explain, the disposable razor wasn't very sharp, he was nervous, the shaving cream was too thick and he had to press too hard...a litany of excuses stopped by Hotch's dreamy, tired smile.

“Yes.”

Spencer couldn't help it. He'd held off as long as he could, but that lopsided drugged smile was too much. He leaned forward and kissed him, no thought, no romantic words or questioning glances. Just a kiss. As simple as anything. He might not be opening a barber shop anytime soon, but this he could manage. Hotch's hands were shaking again and he slipped them up inside of Spencer's sweater, tangling the fabric with his IV cords. They were shivering blocks of ice and Spencer gasped, pulling away from the kiss briefly.

Hotch's smile widened, spread until his whole face seemed to light up, though his eyes remained closed. He would be asleep soon.

Spencer finally felt himself relax a little. “Let me get you another blanket,” he offered, but Hotch kept his hands firmly planted against his stomach and shook his head.

“Don't go,” he whispered, licking dry lips. “You're warm.”

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[grahamobrien13]

If I Can't Have You (Hotchreid fanfic, Chapter 4)

Summary: They continue to work to find the unsub, Aaron visits Spencer, and in the past, Spencer is hopeful?

Warnings: General murder talk, drugs sort of mentioned

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JJ was shocked by what Spencer had just confided in her. He was in love with Hotch… She stared at him for a couple seconds, he looked nervous like what he just said was going to destroy everything. 

“I was so… I’ve never felt that way about anyone else and… I thought that it had been long enough that… I wouldn’t feel like this anymore but now…” Spencer sighed and closed his eyes, “Can we just… Not discuss it anymore?” JJ nodded.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” She said, setting her coffee on the coffee table. Spencer gave her a small smile.

“So, are, uh, are you seeing anyone?” Spencer asked. JJ blushed and a smile spread across her face.

“Actually… Emily and I are… we’ve been together for a few months.” JJ said. Spencer smiled

“I knew as soon as she joined the team that there was something there. Morgan and I actually had a bet going on when you two would realize it and get together.” Spencer said. JJ laughed.

“Morgan mentioned that when we finally told the team.” She said, Spencer smiled,

“I really… I really miss you guys.” Spencer said, “Sometimes I wish that I had stayed, but… My mom really needs me to be here.” JJ nodded

“How is she doing?” She asked,

“She’s doing great, she’s so glad that I became a professor, just like her.” He said, “She likes to give me ideas on what to teach.” JJ sipped her coffee 

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re able to have this time with her.” She said, Spencer nodded.

“Me too.” 

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Wednesday morning, the team was at the station bright and early. Morgan had decided it was his turn to stay with Spencer, and the rest of the team was working the case. It was 9 am when they got the report about Arthur Skinner’s body being found. The team made their way to the crime scene.

“I thought he was just a homeless guy sleeping there… But then I realized he was dressed up and… well…” The man who had reported the body told Rossi and Hotch.

“What time did you get in this morning?” Rossi asked. The man was a librarian who worked in the library.

“I came in at 6 to do some shelving before we opened. He was there then… I came out for my break at 9 and realized…” 

“Okay, thank you. If you don’t mind, could you go with this officer and put your statement into writing?” Rossi asked. The man nodded and followed the officer.

“Well, he’s dressed the same as the other victims, although it looks like he’s in the same jeans that he was wearing when he was missing.” Emily said.

“Well, we know the unsub steals the clothes beforehand. My guess is that Arthur didn’t have the khakis with him, so the unsub took what he could get.” Rossi said, approaching the scene. Aaron looked over the scene,

“So he’s obviously speeding up his timeline, he could take another victim at any time.” Aaron said, “We need to do a press release. JJ, I want you to get on that.” he looked around at the others, “Dave, you and Emily will go to the ME’s office to see what they can tell you.” he continued, “Tara, I want you to go notify his wife.” Tara nodded and the team spread out to do what they were told. Aaron then pulled out his phone and called Morgan.

“This is Morgan.” The man said when he answered his phone. Spencer was still in bed when he got the call. He didn’t want to wake the young professor, since he had been through a lot the previous day and JJ had told him that he wasn’t able to fall asleep until about 2:30.

“Hey, Arthur Skinner’s body was found this morning.” Aaron informed him, Derek sighed,

“Okay, do you need me to come back?” He asked. Aaron sighed,

“No, no stay with Spencer. I’m gonna send some officers over to stay outside his apartment. I’m worried that the unsub might try and take Spencer next.” Aaron explained Morgan nodded,

“Got it, Hotch. Maybe you can send over the students of his that you’ve narrowed down and I can go over them with the kid.”

“Okay, We’ll have an officer bring over the hard copies.” Aaron said before ending the call. Morgan got up from the couch and went to put on a pot of coffee. Spencer came into the kitchen, dressed and with his bag slung over his shoulder.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Morgan asked, raising and eyebrow. Spencer gave him a slightly confused look

“I still have classes that I need to teach. I already had to cancel yesterday, I’m not doing the same today.” He said, grabbing one of his lidded coffee cups.

“One of those students could be our unsub.” He said, “Hotch wants you to stay here.” Spencer sighed,

“Come on, Derek, I need to work… I can’t just sit around and do nothing.” 

“I know that, and that’s why I asked Hotch to send over the files of the students that we narrowed it down to” He said. Spencer sighed,

“Okay, I’ll cancel my classes.” He said. Morgan gave him a smile,

“Okay, Pretty boy, I’m gonna order some breakfast for us and then we can get to work.” Spencer nodded and set his bag down on the counter.

===

Spencer was released from the hospital a few days later. The team was out on another case now and Spencer was going to be home alone. The young agent was nervous about it. He walked out of the hospital and hailed a taxi. 

When he pulled up to his apartment complex, he saw Aaron’s car in the parking lot. He felt himself relax a little, knowing he was there, but also slightly confused.

“Don’t you have a case?” Spencer asked when he entered his apartment. Aaron had cleaned the apartment. The dishes were done, all the books were put back in their places on his shelves and everything smelled of a lemon scented cleaner.

“The team went, I am consulting from here.” Aaron explained, “I didn’t think that it was a good idea for you to be alone right now.” Spencer felt shame rise in his gut, but he tried to ignore it.

“Do… do they know?” He asked, all of a sudden filled with even more shame accompanied by anxiety.

“They… No. I figured that if you wanted to tell them then you would,” Aaron said. Spencer nodded and let out a sigh of relief, “I, uh, I meant to be there when you were released but I lost track of time.” 

“It’s alright… I made it fine.” He said, “You really don’t need to be here, Aaron. I’ll be fine. You got rid of… everything.” Spencer said, Aaron looked at Spencer

“I know, but-”

“But I could seek it out if I really wanted to?” Spencer offered, a bit of venom to his words.

“It's not that I don’t trust you, Spencer…” Aaron said. Spencer just sighed and made his way to his bedroom. He shut the door behind him and went to gather some clothes so he could take a shower. He thought about everything that had gone on between the two of them. He thought about Aaron helping him through his addiction and thought of the times before when… He let his mind wander as he undressed and started the shower.

He thought of Aaron pushing him into the wall in his bedroom. He thought of Aaron’s hands exploring his skin, his lips following soon after. Spencer got into the shower and let the warm water remind him of Aaron’s warm body on his. He felt the familiar feeling of his cock hardening. He bit his lip and took his hard member in his hand, giving it a few tugs. He moaned softly, leaning against the wall of the shower.

His thoughts continued, thinking about all the ways that Aaron had touched him, had kissed him. He thought about the marks that were left on the skin of his collarbone after one of their meetings. He thought about the bruises that covered his thighs when Aaron had gotten a little rougher than intended. He loved every second of it, though.

Aaron knocked softly on Spencer’s bedroom door, but there was no answer. He started feeling a little worried, after the events of the past couple days, so he opened the door slowly. He entered the room and called out for the younger man.

“Spencer?” That’s when he heard it. He heard the younger man say his name.

“Ah-Aaron…” He didn’t register that the sound was a moan, his first thought was that Spencer could be hurt or… He wasn’t sure, so he opened the door and froze.

“Spencer?” Spencer squeaked and jumped a little, nearly falling. Luckily, he caught himself before he could fall.

“Aaron, oh god… I’m sorry.” Spencer stammered, “Oh god…” Aaron chuckled a bit,

“It’s okay, Spencer, honestly. Um… You could… You could continue if you wanted.” Aaron said, biting his lip. He felt arousal seep into his own pants. Spencer rubbed the back of his neck and then peeked out of the shower at Aaron.

“You could, uh, join me…” He said, shyly. Aaron smiled.

“I’d like that.”

===

Aaron decided that he would bring the case files over himself. He wanted to check on Spencer. He greeted the officers who were standing outside of Spencer’s apartment and flashed his creds. They both nodded and Aaron knocked on the door. Morgan was the one to open the door, after looking through the peephole.

“Hotch, I thought the officers were going to bring the files.” Derek said. He figured that Hotch would have other things that he needed to be working on. He didn’t really understand why Hotch would be the one to bring them.

“Yeah, I just wanted to check up on Spencer.” Hotch said. Derek’s look of questioning turned to understanding. He thought back to when he and JJ witnessed each other in the conference room, he started thinking that maybe the two were closer than he first thought. Aaron handed the files to Derek and made his way into the apartment. He found Spencer sitting at the counter. He looked up at the man when he walked in.

“Aaron.” He breathed, “Hey.” Aaron suddenly felt a lot of familiar emotions flooding in. He was inside of Spencer’s apartment, it was the first time he’d been in this apartment but everything was so similar to the apartment back in DC. The shelves of books were the same, the colors of the walls were the same, the smell was the same. 

“Hey, Spencer.” He said, “How are you doing?” He asked. Spencer gave him a small smile,

“I’m doing okay. I’ll be doing a lot better when you catch this son of a bitch.” He said. Aaron nodded.

“Of course. We’re getting closer. I gave the files to Morgan.” Aaron said. Spencer nodded. 

“Thanks, Aaron.” Spencer said. He pushed his plate away, “I’m gonna go get started on those files.” he murmured, going to sit on the couch with Morgan.

“I’ll see you later, guys. I believe Emily is going to be here to relieve you later tonight.” Aaron said to Morgan, the agent nodded and Aaron left. Aaron still wanted so badly to be the one there with Spencer. What he really wanted was to be there with Spencer, but he didn’t think either of them could handle that. Aaron didn’t think he could handle being alone with the young professor. He knew that if he was alone with him, he would slip up and he would tell Spencer exactly how he felt.

===

The two men were now dry and had just finished round two. Aaron sat up in the bed and picked up his phone. He had a few texts from the team, updating him on the case. 

“So… Anything from the team?” Spencer asked from his spot on the bed. Aaron looked at him, the young agent was now covered in hickies, all down his chest. Aaron realized that he might have a little thing for marking Spencer. 

“Just some updates on the case. They have a few suspects but nothing solid yet.” Aaron said. He moved to lay back down and pulled Spencer close to him. He began tracing the path of the marks down Spencer’s chest. Spencer sighed, pleasure evident in his breath.

“Aaron…” He murmured. Aaron bit his lip,

“I… These look beautiful on you.” Aaron murmured. Spencer blushed, looking away from the older man. He loved the few minutes after they finished, perhaps more than the actual sex. He loved to feel like Aaron could love him, even though once Aaron was gone he found that thought to be ridiculous.

“Well you made them.” Spencer said. Aaron looked at Spencer’s face, he had a tired smile and his eyes were starting to fall closed.

“Why don’t we get some sleep?” Aaron asked, Spencer blinked a couple times,

“We…? You’re not going to leave?” Spencer asked, surprise clear in his voice. Aaron blushed and rubbed the back of his neck,

“If that’s alright with you.” Aaron said, Spencer smiled wide and nodded.

“Of course.” Maybe this time would be different, Spencer allowed himself to think about how this could go.

===

It was around 10 pm, everyone was exhausted from the day’s work of reading files, canvassing, and trying to catch this damn unsub. Spencer had indicated that none of the students that he and Morgan had gone over fit the profile. Although, he said he had so many students that he didn’t know most of them that well. 

“Okay, let's all go get some rest and we’ll start fresh in the morning.” Aaron said, “Emily, you’re on Spencer duty. Go relieve Morgan.” He instructed. Emily and JJ exchanged a look.

“Actually, Hotch, I think I’m coming down with something and, well, you know how he is about germs.” Emily said. Aaron narrowed his eyes a bit, she didn’t look sick, but he did, in fact, know how Spencer felt about germs, so if there was even a chance…

“Okay, um,” Aaron thought for a minute. JJ had stayed last night, and he knew she didn’t get any sleep. Spencer didn’t want someone who he didn’t know very well, so that took out Tara and Rossi… He thought, maybe, Morgan could just stay the night and then Reid could stay at the station for the day, but he also wanted Morgan to get some rest for the next day, “I’ll do it. And tomorrow he’ll have to come in with us. He’ll be safer here, anyway” he said. He didn’t see JJ and Emily sneakily fist bump.

Morgan and Spencer were eating takeout when there was a knock at the door. Morgan stood up, hand on his gun. When he saw that it was Aaron, he relaxed and allowed the agent access to the apartment. 

“I thought Emily was coming…” Morgan said, raising an eyebrow. Spencer looked up and he was shocked to see the Unit Chief as well.

“Yeah, I guess she’s getting sick and she knows how Spencer feels about germs so I’m here.” Aaron said. Spencer looked at him from his seat on the couch.

“Um, there’s some more takeout on the counter if you’re hungry.” Spencer said. Morgan could feel the tension between the two and he thought for a moment that maybe he should discuss it with JJ.

“Well, I’ll see you guys later.” Morgan said, leaving the apartment. Aaron shut the door behind him and locked it. The room was quiet and neither man was looking at the other. Aaron sat down in the armchair next to the couch.

“So… Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” Spencer finally said, Aaron sighed.

“We don’t have to.” Aaron started, “We… We didn’t end on bad terms… I don’t know why there’s so much tension between us.” Spencer bit his lip,

“I don’t know either, but… We never discussed it even when we were doing it.” Spencer said, “We never talked about how we felt or… If… If it was completely over.” Spencer finally looked at him.

“So then… Should we talk about it?” Aaron asked, Spencer studied Aaron’s face for a few seconds, looking for any sign that maybe Aaron felt the same way that he did. Spencer thought maybe, just maybe, Aaron was thinking about kissing him and pulling him close, closer than they’d been in a long time. Closer than when he held him back at the police station. But, Aaron was good at keeping everything in, he kept his normal stoic look and Spencer lost his confidence.

“Well, it's over now.” He said and stood up, “So I don’t think there is anything to talk about… I’m going to go get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Spencer said, quickly retreating to his bedroom. Aaron sort of felt like he’d just received a punch to the gut. He thought, for a second, about going after the younger man and kissing him until neither could breathe. But he couldn’t do that, Spencer didn’t feel that way about him anymore.

===

Spencer woke up the next morning to an empty bed. He felt sadness wash over him. Had Aaron left in the middle of the night? Or even just before Spencer woke up. Spencer got out of the bed and wrapped a robe around himself. He exited his bedroom and made his way out of the bedroom. There was no sign of the other agent. The files were gone, his clothes were gone… Every bit of Aaron was gone. Spencer thought back to his thoughts from last night, his thought that maybe things would be different this time. His eyes welled up with tears, but he wiped them away before they could fall. He wouldn’t let himself cry, not over this. 

===

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[lylacraeven]

Aaaaaa I really need some friends who ship HotchReid in my life. This ship is taking over my brain and I need someone I can talk to about it!

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[tobias-hankel]

“I didn’t think your ass could get redder Spencer but here we are,” Hotch smirked.

Lol enjoy

NSFW, Minors DNI

Oops, 356 words here - almost 1.3k in the full fic on AO3.

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“I didn’t think your ass could get redder Spencer but here we are,” Hotch smirked as he ran his hand over Spencer’s bright red, naked ass.

“Please, please, I can’t take it anymore!” Spencer cried out, his face was pressed against the sofa cushion on the other side of Hotch’s leg, where Hotch had draped him over his knee.

“You can and you will,” Hotch said before spanking Spencer right on the seat of his ass, so he was sure to feel it every time he sat down. “You knew what would happen if you put yourself in unnecessary danger in the field.”

Shortly after Hotch and Spencer started dating, they quickly figured out that a 24/7 Dom/sub relationship worked the best for them. Spencer blossomed when he was told what to do. He also loved being praised when he got something right but with that, came punishments when he did something wrong. Spencer’s naturally submissive self tended to listen to Hotch without question but sometimes, Spencer’s bratty and rebellious side came out, so punishments were needed.

While they tried to keep their dynamic out of their work life, Hotch couldn’t stand by and allow Spencer, allow his sub, to be blatantly defiant – no matter where they were.

Hotch told Spencer to stay at the police station during a takedown, something that was typical for Spencer anyway, but this time the unsub was targeting men that looked like his brother. Men that looked like Spencer.

Spencer didn’t listen though. He was sure that they weren’t going to be able to talk the unsub down and that he might be able to because he looked like the target. And Spencer was right, he was able to talk the unsub down but before he could get him in handcuffs, the unsub lunged at Spencer with a knife, almost stabbing him before Hotch shot the man.

While SSA Dr. Spencer Reid was reprimanded for his actions with a week of desk duty. The Spencer who hung on Hotch’s every command, who answered to whatever Hotch decided to call him, was being punished with 30 spanks and an edging.

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I'm a slow writer but feel free to drop me a 5 sentence ask or a prompt in my ask box 🖤 Btw, I don't always go in order.

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[spencersfunkysocks]

It has been happening more often recently.

There is no reason, but still, Spencer lies awake at night, his entire body aching for sleep, but the thunderstorm in his chest won't let him.

Thud thud thud.

Constant. Steady. Always the same speed. But so forcefully that it feels as though someone is trying to crawl out of his chest, each beat echoing in his entire being.

4 hours a night.

3 hours a night.

2 hours a night.

But his heart keeps beating, and Spencer keeps going, showing up at work with bags underneath his eyes the size of teacups.

He is good enough at his job that he can hide it, a cup of coffee practically glued to his hand. 7 packs of sugar turn into 10 turn into 15, and still, his heart keeps beating.

Thud thud thud.

If the team notices something off, they don't say anything. And even Hotch has been so busy that all his attention has been focused on Jack, and Spencer would never fault him for that.

As he looks into his bathroom mirror with his hair soaking wet after dunking his head in ice as a last attempt to calm down his nervous system, it takes all but two seconds for him to be reminded that no matter how powerful the mind, in the end anyone is a slave to their own body.

Thud thud thud.

It is mocking him and he is helpless, trying out every coping mechanism underneath the sun and then some, only stopping at taking actual medication because, well.

That is a line he doesn't dare dance upon.

Thud thud thud.

The soft hue of the streetlight is barely illuminating the hotel room, but even if it was the sun itself shining directly into his face, it would bother him less than the ever-present tik tok of his heart.

He doesn't dare look at the time, only turn on his side to stare into the nothingness, his gaze empty and his body screaming at him to get some rest.

If only he could.

A gentle knock on the door pulls his from his thoughts, and he is too tired to reach for his gun, resting on his bedside table just out of reach.

He nearly laughs out loud when he realizes that a robber most likely wouldn't ask to be let in, and a giggle does escape him when his delirious brain presents him with the words vampire robber.

The man standing next to his bed is anything but though, and Aaron has a soft smile on his face when he gestures for Spencer to scoot over.

The mattress dips next to Spencer when Aaron climbs in beside him, and strong arms pull him in so tightly that he fears he might choke to death.

A soft kiss gets pressed to that sensitive spot just underneath his ear, and Spencer sighs as he presses closer into Aaron's chest.

"I have read that when you cuddle, you and your partner's heart rate will sync up," Aaron whispers into the dark, and Spencer has to swallow to get rid of the lump in his throat.

Long legs force themselves between his own and eventually they are so entangled that it's impossible to know which limb belongs to whom.

Not that it matters, not when Aaron is continuously pressing kisses to Spencer's neck, a pattern that only makes sense to him.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you earlier, Spencer. You could have come to me," he says, but Spencer doesn't answer.

Sleep is tugging heavy at his lids, and behind him, there is finally a worthy opponent for the battle that's been raging in his chest.

Thud thud thud.

Aaron's heart is beating ever so slightly slower than his own, but with each beat, each breath, Spencer can feel himself calm down, the storm inside him slowly passing.

Sometimes, you have to beat fire with fire.

And sometimes, you need to be held so tight that there is no room for anything but love.

"Goodnight, Spencer," followed by a final kiss pressed to neck is the last thing he hears before he allows himself to be pulled under.

There is nothing but silence.

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[starzzyeyed]

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Here's some angsty 'Psychodrama' Hotch, especially for you! <3

WIP name: Losing My Grip

“What are they going to have to learn?”

“That no one’s there for you.” Sheppard’s callous words resonate somewhere deep inside him, somewhere he doesn’t ever want to be reminded of, and it’s the last strike in this futile interview process.

If he’s honest with himself; this was never about interviewing the suspect.

“He’s a drug addict. He’s detoxing. I don’t care what he asks for, don’t give him anything,” he orders the medic, suddenly all too aware that this interaction has been witnessed by more than just the delusional Sheppard, and his need to get away from this man becomes almost urgent.

“Come on,” he hears Sheppard groan, but he’s done being in this man’s presence.

“He’s not a doctor!”

“He’s right,” he says hotly, forcing his gaze from back into the ambulance, to the concerned EMT who’s glancing rapidly between the two of them, looking like he wants to know if he should be asking for a police officer to ride with them. Which is, probably not a bad idea in all honesty, Hotch thinks.

“I’m an FBI agent, and he killed a 14-year-old boy today.”

He sees the medic’s eyes widen, and for a moment he feels a slam of guilt hit him squarely in the chest. That man’s just trying to do a job; he doesn’t need to know the horrors that Hotch has to deal with every single day. The horrors that become so goddamn normal he’s surprised himself by how strongly his own reaction has been to this case. To this man.

He’s absolutely fuming. He knows, logically, they got there in time. They got to Sheppard, before he could kill anyone else, but Christ… how will those families ever recover?

They won’t, a small voice in the back of his mind tells him. A voice he’s tried to ignore throughout this entire case. A voice that sounds an awful lot like the bastard who dared to consider himself a parent.

He tries to brush it aside, tries to shake himself back to the present moment; he needs to find and regroup with his team, needs to make sure the families are all still present so he and JJ can make sure they get registered for the support they’re eligible for. Support he knows they’ll so desperately need if they stand any chance of coming back from something like this.

You didn’t, the voice says again, and he knows – he hates – that it’s at least a tiny bit right.

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[ghoulishbuck]

So, I’m jumping back into writing after for the most part not writing anything for over two years… and honestly I love original works but I really just want to dive straight into Stranger Things and Criminal Minds fanfics.

Specifically, Steddie for Stranger Things and queer Hotch and Reid for Criminal Minds.

So, if you have any prompts you want to see done for those feel free to ask.

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[moraxswhore]

A Perfect Score

Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

1k words, Rated T

As he stood in the FBI’s on-site gun range before his firearms qualification, Spencer can’t help but think back to Hotch helping him all those years ago when he failed. He couldn’t have been older than 25.

Front sight.

Trigger press.

Follow through.

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As he stood in the FBI’s on-site gun range before his firearms qualification, Spencer can’t help but think back to Hotch helping him all those years ago when he failed. He couldn’t have been older than 25.

Front sight.

Trigger press.

Follow through.

He had struggled so much, and doubting himself definitely didn’t help him but after that case, with Philip Dowd, he started putting in more effort in the firing range, often with Hotch. All he could think about back then was, “what if i’d missed?”. Now, nearly 13 years later, he didn’t feel nearly as nervous going into his assessment.

Spencer feels his phone buzz as he walks towards the examination room, a text from Hotch.

Aaron: Good luck, tell me how it went tonight. I’ll make dinner. I love you x

He smiles as he sends a quick “I love you too” back. After spending so much time with Hotch all those years ago, they grew close, closer than anyone would’ve thought. Then with everything Hotch went through with Haley and Jack, and the same with Spencer with Tobias, they helped each other, kept the other grounded. Became each other's rocks.

Derek: Good luck today, kid. Let me know if you need the whistle back ;)

Trust Derek to bring up something from 13 years ago, he’s never going to let that go. His name gets called as he pockets his phone, preparing himself for the events to follow.

—

The exam couldn’t have lasted more than half an hour but it felt like it had been at least 4 hours, then waiting for the results was even worse. Luke had joined him while he waited, asking him how it was. Thankfully, they weren’t waiting for too long before Spencer's name got called with his results.

A perfect score. 100%.

The probability of getting a perfect score wasn’t slim but with only roughly 200 agents getting a perfect score Reid never imagined he’d be joining that list of names, especially with his history of firearm qualification scores. But there it was, written on the piece of paper in his hands. He can’t wait to tell Aaron tonight.

Luke walked with him to the conference room where the rest of the team were waiting to hear his results.

“You guys, you should’ve seen Reid! He shot a 100.” Luke exclaimed as he walked through the door, the rest of the team looking up at him as he spoke. Everyone was quick to congratulate him, and ask to see the certificate.

“That’s amazing, Sugar Bean!” Reid hears Garcia exclaim.

“Congrats Spence, I still remember Hotch coming in the day you failed your qualification and telling us to be nice and don’t mention it to you.” JJ hugged him as she spoke, as Spencer laughed at her statement, trust Hotch to have told them all off before they even had the chance to say anything.

“Was that before Morgan gave me the whistle?” 

“Before, one would think Morgan had a death wish or something.” JJ says as she walks out the room, having already spent too much time not paying attention to the ever-growing stack of paperwork on her desk. When she reaches her office door she quickly yells to him, “Let me know what Hotch says when you tell him!” before slipping through the doorway out of sight.

“Reid, you’ve got a half day anyways so unless we get a case then once your paperwork is done you're free to go for the day.” Emily gives him a hug as she whispers in his ear, “You have to let me know what Achilles says as well, can’t leave me out of the gossip.”

Reid made quick work of the stack of files on his desk, desperate to get home to his husband. It’s the first Friday of the month meaning Jessica is looking after Jack after school and offered to take him for the weekend. Reid took that as his chance to take a half day and spend a much needed weekend with his husband.

When he arrived home only a little after midday, he hung his bag and coat up on the hooks by the door before locking his gun away in the safe. He follows the sound of the television through to the livingroom to see his husband reading on the couch, the TV there as background noise, Aaron always hated silence.

“What are you reading?” Spencer asked as he lent over the back of the couch, his head resting on his lover's shoulder, arms creeping around to hug him from behind.

“One of yours, I think. Though I can never remember what things belong to who anymore.” Aaron turns his head to kiss Spencer ‘hello’. “How did your qualification go?” Hotch asks, as he watches Spencer circle round the couch to sit next to him, curling into his husband's side with his head on the other man's shoulder, Aaron’s arm naturally falling to the other's waist.

“Did you know that there’s only 200 agents who have achieved a perfect score on their firearms qualification?”

“I do now, you know you don’t have to aim for perfection all the time you know?”

“I know, I was just saying that so I could tell you that there’s now 201 agents who have achieved a perfect score on their qualification.” Spencer turned his head to see Aaron’s reaction as he spoke.

“Are you serious?” 

“Yeah, I got a perfect score on my firearms qualific-” Before Spencer can finish his sentence Aarons lips are on his, his hands sneaking to hold either side of his face.

“I am so proud of you, I guess all those years of coaching really paid off.” Hotch pulled him back into the kiss, this one more desperate and needing than the last. He moved one of his hands to Spencer's waist, pulling the younger into his lap. “We should celebrate, just us.”

“I’d like that, but for now can you just hold me?” Reid lets himself relax against his lover, his anxiety regarding the events of the day took so much energy from him. “Just for a bit.”

“Of course, love, however long you want.” Aaron moves them both so they're laying comfortably on the couch, Reid with his head on Aarons chest. “Take a nap, my love, we have the whole weekend to celebrate.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my Patroclus.”

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[zoeschnauzi1]

love or power? @imagining-in-the-margins

For the Wedding Fic Challenge

Spencer Reid was everything Aaron Hotchner wanted to clean up his image and Aaron Hotchner was everything Spencer needed in a partner, can they work together and fall in love in the process?

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Spencer Reid was everything Aaron could want to clean up his image and Aaron Hotchner was everything Spencer needed in his life to be happy, could they work together and fall in love in the process?

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"Democratic Senator Aaron Hotchner is once again at the center of controversy, after some unfortunate comments towards omegas in political life, his image would clearly be affected in the next elections." David Rossi turned off the television.

-¿ Are you serious Aaron? I asked you to take care of what you said- Rossi commented extremely annoyed

-¿ I'm sorry, what could he say? my mother never...- Rossi interrupted him knowing what he was going to say

-but times have changed, you went back 10 years the fight of the omegas- commented David thinking about his own nephew's, they knocked on the door, he was Rossi's nephew and Aaron sighed annoyed with the situation.

-¿ Am I interrupting you?-Spencer asked.

-No, darling, go ahead. How's my sister doing? David asked, the sweet aroma of cinnamon and honey reached Aaron's nostrils making him dizzy, it reminded him of his mother and he remembered his best friend's nephew, David adored his nephew, an intelligent young omega on his way to his second. doctorate, maybe he was misjudging the omegas and he didn't understand the need he had to apologize to the young man either, he cleared his throat and they both turned to see him.

-Spencer, I wanted to apologize to you for my statements- Aaron commented noticing a smile in the young man.

-I know you and I know you didn't mean it, but many omegas in the university are sorry for having voted for you, be careful- Spencer commented giving Aaron to understand that the boy trusted him and that he should think before speaking, I invite They both went out to eat and Reid wasn't lying, he had known Aaron since before he entered high school, when his uncle was hired to be part of Aaron's work team.

Over lunch David gave Aaron a suggestion about dating omegas to try and clean up his image, the alpha growled at the thought of awkward dates and questions and it gave him a headache.

Reid had to answer a call, he spoke in French and he remembered that the boy was studying for his third doctorate, he had an idea, but he had to speak alone with the young man, David was going to refuse.

After lunch they took Spencer back to college and in the days that followed David set up dates with omegas he knew or the kids of his old friends from the army, but they were models or actors and the senator was constantly comparing them to Spencer and decided that if She was going to have a serious date with someone she knew and trusted, so she picked up Spencer at college.

Spencer was in the courtyard of the university with her friends, Maeve and Ethan, they were about to look for the chestnut's car when Aaron decides to park nearby, getting out of his Mercedes Benz and Spencer gasped, Aaron looked pretty good, with his shirt white and his characteristic glasses, his omega side purred, but he shook his head and approached thinking immediately of his uncle.

-¿ Hello, Aaron, is my uncle okay?-Spencer asked.

-Yes, he's fine, I wanted to talk to you, do you have time? Aaron asked noticing the looks of the students towards them, Spencer accepted and gave Ethan the keys to his car and then she would pick him up, Aaron chivalrously opened the door for her and Spencer got in.

-¿ What just happened?-Maeve asked.

-No idea, did you know they were boyfriends?-asked Ethan

-not at all, let's go- Maeve pushed Ethan to go home, the road was silent, the aroma of Aaron surrounded his car, making it a little unstable, because the combination of bergamot geranium and vetiever was difficult to find, when they arrived at the Reid's restaurant noted that it was almost empty, which he was thankful for since he wasn't dressed for the occasion.

-what do you want to talk about? Does my uncle know this? - Asked Spencer

-He doesn't know. Do you remember what Daid said about cleaning up my image? I would like to do it with you-Aaron commented surprising Spencer, you could say that Aaron was like part of the family.

-¿Do I have time to think about it?-Spencer asked as he checked the menu.

-¿ Of course the one you need-commented Aaron smiling when he saw how the omega asked for the two in French without having to change the menu, when he finished I took him to his house and waited for an answer.

The young man found politics interesting, he wasn't sure if his uncle would accept his decision, he shook his head and finished the essay he was writing and turned on the television to a newscast where they kept talking about Aaron and his comments, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, well no they knew him enough to criticize him so much and he decided to accept Aaron's proposal, looking for him to talk in person and Aaron was relieved because now another of his work team kept insisting on dating, he hugged the young man, breathing his aroma.

-I have time to take you, you should start seeing us together- Aaron smiled and went out with Spencer to take him to school before meeting Rossi and starting to ask questions and oppose, he took him to the university where again the rumors and gossip began to spread expand after kissing Spencer on the forehead.

The omega had signed the contract without thinking, a prenuptial agreement but sometimes he regretted it, what was the problem? Aaron was sometimes overprotective and he didn't understand how to be a sweet couple in public, but he owed his uncle the favor and unbeknownst to him he was helping Aaron and they both had to be patient with each other. .

The first test was at a public event, while they were working out the details for a small ceremony. journalists were surprised when they saw him arrive arm in arm with the omega, Aaron's hand was discreetly on his back and they walked closely together, they went to a school with children and in a certain part Aaron was grateful that the boy was with him, he has charisma for children and read a story to them.

The event ended and they returned home, the press always criticized Aaron's actions of using the young genius nephew of his advisor to cover up what he really thought of the omegas but they had to postpone some public appointments, due to the sudden death of Diana and Aaron he was grateful that the young man had David and understood if he wanted to terminate the contract, he was left alone with Spencer.

-¿I know this is not the time to talk about this, but if you want to postpone everything, I'll agree-Aaron commented and saw Spencer rubbing the back of her neck and approaching Aaron, he was confused

-I don't know why but I'm falling in love with you, I don't want to be alone -Spencer commented, Aaron could only hug him and face this together, after all the ceremonies for his mother, the public appearances returned, but this time the feelings were real, even Aaron had accepted a debate at his university about the right of omegas today while they were still preparing the wedding, Dave had not agreed but he saw that the couple was no longer pretending, perhaps they both had feelings for a long time and this had only pushed them together

Two months later

During the winter holidays, Aaron and Spencer decided to get married, a small ceremony, the snow gave a romantic touch to the event and for Spencer, since her uncle started in politics, Spencer knew that there was no private life, especially now that she was getting married. with one less, the ceremony was private and small, both Aaron and Spencer were sure that they would not regret

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[thehotchreidzine]

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[cowboysandpilots]

This blurb was written for @outofnowhere82 Again, thank you so much for requesting it, it really means the world to me. <3 I hope you enjoy it and the other one is the way :) Also, I know that Aaron wasn't around when/after Spencer went to prison but like... what if he was. 😏 Warnings: Nightmares, slight description of a panic attack

Pairings: Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner

Word Count: 432

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Nightmares plague Spencer every night. He thought they would get better while he was sleeping next to Aaron but they never did. He woke up in a cold sweat trying to swallow the sound of his screams and ragged breathing. It's hard not to get nightmares in their line of work, add to that the fact that Spencer went to prison and he shouldn't be surprised that the nightmares are coming and even less surprised that they're getting worse. It may be because Aaron has a child, he's used to waking up to the smallest of sounds, he's a light sleeper which means he always wakes up to Spencer's nightmares. The first few times he just pretended like he was still asleep, didn't even lift his head to check on the boy because it was over before it even started. Spencer seemed to soothe himself and go right back to sleep so Aaron thought nothing of it. He was concerned of course but everyone had nightmares and Spencer seemed to have a handle on his. Aaron didn't even think that Spencer knew he had woken up. Until he didn't. The nightmares just kept coming and after a few weeks, Spencer was unable to soothe himself he would sit straight up in the bed with a shout and take ragged breaths so shallow that Aaron was sure they weren't even getting into Spencer's lungs. He sat up then too, placing a hand on Spencer's back and rubbing lightly to soothe him. It didn't help, it only seemed to agitate Spencer more, he became rigid and flinched hard away from Aaron, something he's never done before. He even looked like he might hit Aaron, that is until he seemed to realize that he was safe, that it was Aaron there with him and not whoever he had dreamed was attacking him. They were in their shared bedroom with the lamp on Aaron's bedside table flicked on. He tried to talk calmly, and quietly in case Spencer was still on edge. He tried to assure Spencer that he was alright, that Aaron wasn't going to hurt him and he asked the other man if it was okay to touch him over and over again after every few reassurances until Spencer gave a jerky nod. Aaron put his arms around Spencer then, tight, so tight that he thought it might hinder Spencer's breathing even more but it hadn't, Spencer seemed to breathe even easier in the arms of his partner like that and Aaron had promised not to let go, not even after they fell asleep.

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[her-soliloquies]

So I started watching Criminal Minds (currently on season 2), and I'm kinda offended that no one told me about it sooner.

Update: Watching season 6 aka where Reid's hair is short. *Dreamy sigh

#i can't stop watching it #like someone please drag me away from my laptop #new obsession: #spencer reid #& #aaron hotchner #so yeah #basically #hotchreid #or #heid #which one is it? #i love them so much #they're my babies #criminal minds #criminal minds bau #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfic #aaron hotchner x spencer reid #aaron hotch #hotch #ssa hotchner #I'm not gonna watch it till the end though #'cause hotch won't be in it from some point #and what would be the point then #:'( #matthew gray gubler #thomas gibson

[sideblogforcrimpy-plus]

New fic <3

Irritatingly Irreplaceable: Heid (Ao3)

Words: 3,646

Rated: General, there’s no smut. Idk, teen and up (rlly not expecting under-teens to be reading CM fic)

This fic is for when Reid joins the BAU, and is roughly about how he and the team feel about and deal with outsiders responding to the younger agent. It is predominantly following Hotch and his feelings for Reid, and doesn't cover the other characters much. *It's set for when Reid joined the BAU then moves through time indiscriminately after that. I personally imagine the age gap between them as less than 16 years (which the criminal minds wiki advises it is by their birthdates), and by the end of the story I imagine Spencer is older than or at least around 25ish? That's just me though bc it makes it more comfortable for me, and this is vague enough for you to picture whatever. Proper thought around ages and timelines for a silly little fic? I don't know her.

#Criminal Minds #Spencer Reid/Aaron hotchner #Heid #fanfic #fanfiction #Reid's in the BAU this time! How out of character for me #This one was old and basically already written? Loved that for me #Go check it out on Ao3 thank