#hotchreid writing

[imagining-in-the-margins]

🌈CM Pride Challenge🏳️‍⚧️

The following are prompts including LGBTQA+ PRIDE! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading.

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

General Prompts 🏳️‍🌈

Coming out is so much harder the second time

Describe Character’s first kiss with the same gender

Describe Character(s) spending a day at a Pride parade

The team realizes that A&B were more than roommates

Penelope goes a little overboard on rainbow decorations at Characters’ wedding

Character's marriage mutually comes to an end when they come out... now what?

Character comes out at the same time they announce their new relationship to the team

Character A fears it’s too late for them to live authentically, and B assures them that’s not true

Character A gifts B something colored like their pride flag because “the colors reminded me of you”

Child realizes that not every kid has two moms/two dads and they have a lot of questions about it

Queer characters have a hard time deciding what their child should call them and come up with fun ideas

Character A goes to a LGBT bar with B as a wingperson (or maybe they want them, themselves?)

Anything else you can think of!

More prompts (transgender, assorted, dialogue) below!

Transgender Prompts 🏳️‍⚧️

Character A helps B get their first tailored dress/suit

Character A helps B shave and/or put on makeup

The couple is looking for gender neutral nicknames

Character A buys B specialty gender affirming lingerie

Character is casually referred to with an appropriately gendered nickname for the first time

Characters are renewing their vows and redoing their wedding photos following a coming out

Character A walks in on B wearing a new gender-affirming outfit and surprises them with an enthusiastic compliment

The team throws Character an impromptu first birthday party following their coming out (how did they get a banner so fast?!)

Character A buys B a gender affirming but stereotypical gift (sports jersey, neon pink purse, etc.) that they would otherwise hate (but find absolutely hilarious)

Specific Prompts 💝

[Bisexual] Character gets irritated when people reduce their sexuality to their current partner

[Bisexual] Character A is in a M/F relationship with B and worries that their queer identity will become invisible dating them

[Asexual] Characters explore different forms of non-sexual intimacy

[Asexual] Characters are both asexual but too nervous to tell one another. They awkwardly attempt to have sex but end up laughing at how ridiculous they feel.

Dialogue Prompts 💐

“Are they… flirting?” “Big time.”

“I got to fall in love with you twice.”

“To be seen is to be loved." "I see you.”

“Be gay, do crimes.” “Aren’t you a cop?”

“There is no heterosexual explanation for that.”

“Life is very different once you find your people.”

“Cardinals and hydrangeas can change. Why not you?”

“You're still the person I love. Nothing will change that.”

“We both wear pants. Makes it easier to kick your ass.”

“It’s never felt like this before. I've never felt like this before.”

“I guess it makes sense now why it never worked out with my exes.”

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at? ("She" by Dodie)

“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling ... Well, good luck, babe. You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.” ("Good Luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan)

Rules ❤️🧡💚💙💜🖤🤎

The fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs and crossovers are more than welcome.

Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check.Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

🌈Happy writing! 🏳️‍⚧️

[reasonablerodents]

(established relationship) Hotch wakes up to Spencer blowing him under the duvet....

Hello Star, my lovely co-writer of the Grease AU and long-suffering friend who watches me write Rodent Horrors with a pained expression!

Here is some NICE sucky sucky <3 With a small side plate of sort of little shit Spencer because of course he is. Also a brief mention of moon sex. Idk what that dream says about Hotch… someone psychoanalyse this man in the comments pls xxxx

Sunday Morning (E)

Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Established Relationships, Morning Sex

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The dream finds himself slowly waking from was a pleasurable one, where he’d gently been fucking his boyfriend. It had been on the moon, but neither of them really seemed to mind. Aaron’s just about to roll over and see if he can convince Spencer to make that dream real- well, without the moon part- when he realises that he can still feel something on his cock.

Not just something. A mouth.

One quick glance to the side confirms it all. Spencer’s not in his usual position; his pillow is dented slightly and the covers on his side of the bed have been pushed back.

He feels the mouth on his cock swallow him down deeper, making him gasp. Slowly, Aaron moves the duvet aside, revealing a wild-haired Spencer with a look in his eyes that suggests a self-satisfied smirk.

“Good morning,” Aaron murmurs.

Spencer hums, moving his head up and deliberately swirling his tongue around Aaron’s tip in the way he knows drives him crazy.

This, Aaron decides, must be the sort of life that Roman Emperors used to lead. Waking up gently to a beautifully practiced mouth on them in a comfortable bed, instead of having to get up at 5am to solve some horrific case across the country. He wouldn’t mind getting used to this.

Spencer doesn’t seem as though he’d mind either, as he picks up his pace enthusiastically, watching the way Aaron’s chest shakes and tenses as he groans. He always enjoys giving head, loves how he can make Aaron fall apart so quickly, and this morning is clearly no different.

When Spencer starts to pick up his pace, hollowing his cheeks as he continues, Aaron twists one hand into the sheets with a low moan. Perhaps it’s the element of surprise, but he seems to be far closer than he usually would. Spencer, of course, knows every one of his movements intimately, has them all catalogued in his mind. He’s clearly proud of himself as he looks up at his partner, slowly blinking in a near-perfect mime of innocence as he takes in the way he’s managing to ruin his partner.

“God- you’re too good at this-'' Aaron gasps. There’s some vague notion of stubbornness makes him want to try and hold on a little longer, but then Spencer somehow manages to intensify it with every movement, and that fleeting idea becomes impossible. He doesn’t need to warn Spencer that he’s about to cum; Aaron knows that it can be read in every flicker of his face.

Besides, it’s not like Spencer ever pulled off. Today, of course, is no exception.

Once Aaron’s finished, throwing his head back on the pillow with a sigh, Spencer sits back up, wiping his mouth with a smile.

“Good morning to you too. That’s got to be better than an alarm clock, hasn’t it?”

[redwithjoon]

Seeing all the d*ddy kink in hotchreid tags i am extremely tempted to write abt Spencer actually saying 'daddy' once just to try it bc its apparently a very popular kink based on the 2002 survey but then he gets reminded of his real Father and the pure, rageful hatred he has for that man and had to take 2 ibuprofen, a nap and a giant iced caramel latte just to feel alive again

[hotchxreid]

hotchreid prompt: mirror sex + feminization 🙏

Ugh yes anon you just get me 😩 🤤

The shitty hotel they were staying at had mirrors on their sliding closet door. The second that Spencer had realized that it was parallel to the bed he whipped to face Aaron.

“We’re utilizing this before we leave.”

He started it like a fact, rather than a request. The young doctor knew he would be able to get Aaron to cave and have sex with him during the case. It’s not that they never did it, they were either just too tired, had no time, or weren’t in the mood.

But Spencer wanted this, and he was determined to get what he wants.

Aaron just raised an eyebrow at him before moving to start unpacking his bag.

It only took one little phrase to secure that he could get Aaron to go wild.

“What if I promise to be a good girl for you?”

And that’s how Spencer found himself with his cheek pressed into the shitty hotel mattress, getting fucked within an inch of his life. Aaron’s big hand was keeping his head down in the mattress while he took him from behind, making sure he stayed in place.

They were positioned parallel to the mirror so that Spencer could watch as Aaron placed one foot flat on the mattress while his other hand gripped Spencer’s hip and pulled him up to fuck deeper inside of him. Spencer couldn’t help himself, he started moaning with every brutal thrust.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uuuuh, Hotch,” the young man bit out.

“Shh, keep it down, Princess. Don’t want the team knowing how much of a dirty slut you are, hm?”

Not a second later, Aaron landed a hard thrust against Spencer’s prostate.

“FUCK,” he wailed as he gripped the sheets tighter in his fists.

Aaron tutted before pulling out, causing Spencer to whimper followed by the soft pleas of, “no no no no no.”

“I warned you pretty girl.” Aaron picked up Spencer’s pair of discarded panties and balled them up. Spencer watched him the whole time and started salivating at the thought of what Aaron was about to do.

He leant over him and held them in front of Spencer’s mouth. “Open.”

Aaron’s voice was gruff. Deep and commanding.

Spencer watched himself as he opened his mouth wide to accept the gag. Aaron stuffed it into his before grabbing his jaw and giving it a shake. Spencer just blinked up at his with hazy eyes filled with desire.

“Good girl.”

Spencer moaned lowly before whining as Aaron pushed his cock back inside. He grabbed his hips and pulled his ass flush against his hips, balls deep inside him. Aaron groaned as his walls clenched around his cock before smirking gently to himself.

“Yeah Princess? You like when I call you a good girl? When I stuff your pretty cunt with my cock?”

Spencer could only moan around the damp fabric in his mouth. He was drooling already and Aaron felt his cock twitch at the sight. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of them in the reflection. Aaron truly made him feel like the prettiest girl in the world.

[sirmatthew1972]

Bittersweet

Another KinkBingo inspired fic. So, this one goes from candy sweet to something darker and is basically an angst laced piece of smut. Beware though of the tags. This one is unhinged! Oh, crossing off the squares Aphrodisiacs, Workplace sex, Rough sex and Hair Pulling here... and that's my card halfway filled so far. Yay. Warnings unsub Spencer, serious consent issues, aphrodisiacs/drugs, manipulation, bottom Aaron, top Spencer, more tags on AO3 Teaser Walking into his office, Aaron closes the door behind him to shut out the bustle in the bullpen. He drops his go bag on the floor, then pulls back his chair to sit down behind his desk and dig into the pile of waiting reports. Wait. What's the glass jar filled with candy doing here? With a frown he looks at its contents; the small, red and white discs of sugar treats marked with adorable hearts, each single one of which is wrapped in cellophane. Huh. Maybe Garcia has been in here while he was out? The equally as colourful pen of bright pink and purple left forgotten atop of his waiting files seems to suggest so… and yet there's no gift card to go with the jar, not as far as he can see. Still, it's gotta be her, since it is either Garcia or some secret admirer. Yeah, as if. Read more on AO3

[plasticlung]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ͜　ㅤㅤㅤㅤ/parallel healing blurbㅤ 𓌔ㅤㅤ♰ ㅤdescriptionㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤwhen reid and hotch were both put onto mental leave after both suffer a different type of traumatic event , they learn more about one another , and about themselves .

ㅤmain musesㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤaaron hotchner & spencer reid . ㅤmain pairㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤaaron hotchner / spencer reid [romance]

ㅤtagsㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤangst , hurt/comfort , eventual fluff . ㅤwarningsㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤnone in this part . spoilers for the show [tobias && foyet]

ㅤword foundㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤ335 . ㅤdate writtenㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤ16/05/2024 .

ㅤmaeve's notesㅤㅤ˚̣̣̣ㅤbased off a roleplay i'm doing . short because i am not sure if i will actually turn it into a fic or not yet .

Aaron Hotchner knows that people have been walking around eggshells with him ever since he lost Haley. He became more hostile to even those he held close to his labyrinth of a heart. No one could really blame him though, not after he lost his first love. It didn’t matter that they were divorced. He lost her two times before her death. First at the divorce, and second at being put into witness protection. The pain of each of those losses didn’t even start to compare to this. Maybe because Aaron tried to convince himself that they could still work out. That this wasn't forever, it was just temporary. Nothing is more permanent than death though, and he knows that.

He continued to work, pushing away the mental evaluation Erin Struass was pushing onto him, pushing away the concerning looks his teammates throw at him, pushing away his in-laws worries. Pushing away everything except for his son. Instead of spending late hours in his office, he brought the paperwork home so he could stay with Jack for longer. It was working (it wasn’t, but no one could convince him of that), until they got to the barn only to find JJ. Not JJ and Reid.

Hotch ripped apart the place, the barely contained anger coming out the longer and longer they couldn’t find him, the longer that they could only watch through a screen as their youngest team member suffered the works. Nevermind the injuries he faces offline. When they found him, Hotch wasn’t able to push away the guilt of messing up, the fear that he could’ve lost another part of his family. He also couldn’t push away his mental evaluation and was put on a mandatory three week leave, although he could extend it if he wanted. Reid’s one was to start once he got out of the hospital, and Aaron found his mouth moving faster than his mind. ”Do you want to stay at mine while you get back on your feet ?”

[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. --

(Thanks for reading! Reblogs and likes are always appreciated and of course, even if you don't want to request anything but still want to support me, I would be so grateful if you would consider buying me a KO-FI. <3)

[sylix-royalty]

Request Prompts

I keep seeing people doing numbered prompts that people can request, so take this as my version! Super excited!

I'll write most ships (Nothing romantic with Rossi, tho, he's a Pasta dad to me.) But I prefer things like Heid, Jemily, and Moreid though I haven't read/written a lot of them! But I will do straight ships as well! If you'd like, you may also include Jack or Henry for a little Jack or Hen-team/parental/fatherly bonding

I do write smut, so some of these can drift into that territory as well. (And for you Spencer lovers out there, I will also write Ethan as a little Pre-Canon special)

Just lemme know!

"Do you really think I'd leave you like that?"

"Do you want to go out next week? Or... maybe tomorrow?"

"Listen, I'm still trying to figure everything out."

"You can kiss me, it's okay."

"(S)He's mine. Back up."

"You're hands surprisingly soft..."

"Do you want kids/more kids?"

"Breathe (name), just breathe for me, okay? Keep breathing."

"Do you love me?"... "Prove it."

"You shouldn't fear your scars. They're one of the many things I love about you."

"Your brain isn't something to be feared, it's something to embrace" (Clearly targeted)

"I'm not as innocent as I look."

"I'm overwhelmed and I need to get away from here. Now."

"Please... I'm so scared."

"You're staring at me... again."

"Do you want sprinkles or not?"

"You can't hide from me!"

"I see through your shit."

"You work too hard."

"Kiss me one more time."

"I'd die for you."

"I'll kill for you." (Addition: "Please don't."/"You already have.")

"I'm... lightheaded..."

"Fucking christ, can you do that again? Please?"

"You're unbelievably sexy. It's unfair, actually."

"You taste like coffee."

"Please keep holding me."

"I know you hate being touched, but... I need a hug."

"I've never done this before... am I doing it right?"

"You can teach me."

"Let's go."

"Come back."

"Someone who loves you would never do this to you."

"You need to run. Run like you've never run before."

"Can you stop avoiding me and talk to me like I'm a fucking person and not a text on your phone?"

"You're drunk, let's get you to bed."

"Mmm, I looooove youuuuu~!" (Drunk)

"It's okay, you can sleep on me."

"Is this okay?"

"I need you."

[stilin-ski]

hotch’s crush on reid is so embarrassing

[lavender-lotion]

hotchreid hospital au?

ugh I LOVE this idea I don't know why I haven't gone back to it yet!! here's a lil teaser from my doc!!

The doctor’s eyes were apologetic. “Agent Hotchner was shot in the hip. The bullet nicked his spleen and didn’t exit. He’ll have to go into surgery in order for his sleep to be repaired before the damage gets worse and for the bullet to be removed.” He took a breath, and Reid copied the exaggerated movement of his chest as he tried to sooth his own burning lungs. “It will be a routine surgery, and we don’t foresee any complications.” “Then why aren’t you in there?” Prentiss snapped, her back straight and shoulder’s tense. “We need someone to authorize the surgery as Agent Hotchner is unconscious.” “Then I authorize the damn surgery!” she cried, her voice strained. “Get in there and help him.” “Ma’am, you can’t. We’re currently attempting to reach out to Agent Hotchner’s healthcare proxy--”  “That’s me,” Reid breathed, stepping forward as he forced himself to swallow the painful lump in his throat.  The doctor looked at him with wide eyes, surprise evident in his expression. He pulled his clipboard up and flipped through it, asking, “Sorry, who are you?” Reid swallowed, again, and grabbed the lobe of his ear between his forefinger and thumb. “Spencer Walter Reid. P-Please just show me what I need to sign.” “Pretty boy, what?” Morgan asked, but the sound was distant as he stepped up to the Doctor and glared at his right eyebrow. “I’m his husband and his healthcare proxy. Please hurry up.”

send me a title from this WIP game and i’ll tell you what it’s about!

[starzzyeyed]

Hii could you maybe do number 25 for the hug prompt for Hotchreid?? I love ur writing so much :D

Hi! Aww, thank you so much! I love doing these so much, but if you want to see any of my longer fics, my ao3 is here! <3

25 - laying on chest, listening to heartbeat

“I can hear your heart beating.”

Aaron slowly moves his gaze from the page of the book that’s propped open in one hand down to the mess of fluffy brown hair that’s resting on his collarbones.

Some of the longer strands have been tickling his chin intermittently as the man currently laying against his chest breathes or moves into a more comfortable position, but it’s a small price to pay for the comforting weight that Spencer Reid provides as he uses Aaron as his own personal mattress.

“Hmm?” he replies, having not really been playing attention to what was being said to him, having been pleasantly lost in the world of the novel he’d been reading and the feeling of Spencer’s chest rising and falling in time with his own. “What did you say?”

He both hears and feels Spencer huff in return; a short outburst of breath that signals the younger man’s mock annoyance with him, but when his free hand travels down to stroke those soft curls that he loves so much, in the exact way he knows makes Spencer melt, Aaron knows he’s soothed any possible lingering ire.

“I said,” Spencer says, putting extra emphasis on the word only because he knows it will make Aaron continue to stroke his hair just to please him, “I can hear your heart beating.”

Aaron smiles, allowing his book to fall shut and placing it down on the mattress beside himself so that he can devote his full attention to his partner.

“Is that so?” he replies, shifting into a more comfortable position when Spencer’s nodding head applies pressure in just slightly the wrong place and rubs against his collarbone painfully.

“Mhm,” Spencer hums, sighing contentedly when Aaron’s fingers begin gently working through a knot in the hair at the back of his head. “It’s nice, soothing,” he adds, his eyes slipping closed again now that he knows he’s got his partner’s attention; despite the fact that, from the position they’re in, there’s no way for Aaron to see whether his eyes are open or closed to begin with.

“Well, that’s good. I’m glad it’s soothing you,” Aaron says quietly, bending his neck down as far as he can to drop a kiss onto the top of Spencer’s hair. It’s been a long time since they’ve had a weekend off, and longer still since they’ve had a weekend where Jack isn’t in the house with them. Aaron loves his son more than anything, and he knows Spencer feels similarly for the little boy, but it’s nice to have an adults only weekend every so often.

Even if, as is the case today, their ‘adult only’ activities haven’t strayed beyond sleepy morning cuddles. Aaron had only just managed to drag Spencer out from under the duvet that morning with the promise of coffee and then breakfast in bed, and after that, he’d settled back against a mound of pillows with his current book and Spencer had wasted no time getting under the covers and laying himself directly over Aaron’s body.

“Mhm,” Spencer mumbles again, pressing the side of his face slightly closer to Aaron’s chest and causing the older man to chuckle softly above him, his hand stilling in Spencer’s hair momentarily before he resumed stroking the soft curly strands again.

Just as he’s starting to think that Spencer’s dozed off and is wondering if he’ll be able to reach his book again, Aaron hears a quiet “don’t stop,” from beneath his chin.

“Don’t stop stroking your hair, or don’t stop beating my heart?” he replies jokingly, fully expecting Spencer to smack him for his attempt at humour, but instead he sees the younger man shift until he’s got a hand resting over his ribcage, just to the side of his heart.

“Both,” Spencer whispers, and the seriousness of his tone of voice takes Aaron slightly by surprise, leaving him speechless for a moment before he clears his throat, resuming the way his fingers were stroking through Spencer’s hair that he didn’t even realise had stopped.

“I won’t,” he replies, clearing his throat again when it comes out far rougher than he’d intended it to, “I promise I won’t.”

“Good,” Spencer mumbles, and this time Aaron feels rather than sees the kiss that the younger man presses against his chest, and suddenly all thoughts of picking up his book again vanish.

After all, why would he want to escape reality to somewhere else, when his reality is this?

[imagining-in-the-margins]

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!

[reasonablerodents]

Just in case it breaks your writing dry spell, there's been a terrible lack of NYE hotchreid fics, and I'm here to humbly request that you fix this with a short nye bau party/night out and everyone paired up for their nye kiss except hotch and spencer…

This is very true!!!! And somehow this DID break my writing dry spell bc I’m somehow actually happy with how this turned out???? (And okay….It’s not short)

Thank you!!!

Good Fortune (G)

Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Fluff, New Year’s Kisses

They’re all partnered up these days. Penelope has Kevin, Emily and JJ have been together for God knows how long, Derek’s in the early days with a woman named Savannah, and Dave? Well, he may not be officially dating anyone, but he met a woman at the bar a few hours earlier, and the two seem to be getting on very well.

That just leaves him and Spencer.

If Aaron was a braver man, he would have asked Spencer out years ago. But his head is too full of regulations and boss/employee power dynamics and- okay, the main reason he hasn’t done anything after all this time is because he’s scared. Rejection always hurt, but being rejected by Spencer would surely feel far worse than if it was from anyone else. Besides, they already had a perfectly good- albeit platonic- relationship; there was no reason to ruin it by acting inappropriately.

Aaron sneaks a glance to the left, where Spencer is stood next to him and staring into the crowded bar, one hand idly gripping a half-finished drink. He seems to be people-watching, and Aaron can’t get over how beautiful he is like this; unknowingly poised like a painting, the dim light softly illuminating the curve of his lips and angular planes of his face. Spencer’s eyes are wide and glittering, drinking in the revelry instead of his cocktail.

“Not long until midnight, pretty boy,” Derek laughs as he and Savannah pass by on their way back to the bar, playfully tapping Spencer on the shoulder to get his attention. “You’ll have to be quick if you wanna sort out a New Year’s kiss!”

Spencer makes a move as if to splutter an indignant reply, but Derek’s already turning to Aaron with a trademark smile. “You too, man. Even you’ve got to let loose a little on New Years. I’d offer my services to you both, but I’m really hoping Savannah will give me the honour tonight.”

Savannah giggles, wrapping an arm around Derek’s waist. “Well, we’ll just have to see what happens come midnight- your chances might be better if you get me the drink you promised me, though.”

“Anything for you,” Derek replies, gently lifting her free hand and pressing a chaste kiss to it like a Victorian gentleman. “Forget a glass of wine, I’ll get you the whole bottle.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

With that, they depart. Aaron watches them a little wistfully as they squeeze their way through the crowd, always keeping a hand on one another. He’s nothing but happy for Derek’s budding romance, of course, but he can’t help but wish that he could have something like that as well.

“I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss.”

Spencer’s soft voice from his left makes him turn back around.

“No?” Aaron says, trying and failing not to think too deeply about Spencer’s lips.

“No. Relationships haven’t historically been my strong point, so there’s never been anyone around to offer me one. I suppose I could find a random person, but if someone’s going to be orally swapping bacteria with me, even for a few seconds, I’d prefer to know them a little first.”

Aaron takes a sip of his whisky. “I haven’t in a long time, so you’re not alone.”

“I know. I’ve spent the last four New Years with you,” Spencer replies matter-of-factly, before darting off on a tangent. “Did you know, kissing at midnight is actually an old Scottish tradition? Hogmanay was introduced when the Vikings invaded, and one part of the celebrations involves welcoming friends and strangers alike, which apparently involves kissing them.”

“No, I didn’t. I guess I’ve never thought about where it came from.”

“Another tradition is First-Footing, although it’s definitely not as commonly practiced around here. The first person to enter the house should be a dark-haired man to ensure good luck. He’s supposed to bring gifts with him, such as coins, coal, or whisky, it can vary slightly regionally, I think. You’d be a good first-footer, I reckon- I mean, you’ve already got the whisky.”

“And the hair, I guess.”

“Mmm. Tall, dark, and handsome.”

Aaron’s glad he hadn’t just taken another sip of his drink, because after hearing Spencer use those words to describe him, he certainly would have spat it out in shock. He can feel his cheeks growing warm, and is incredibly glad of how dark it is in the bar. Spencer's very observant though, so it’s almost certain he’s already noticed Aaron’s flustered reaction however much he tries to hide it.

Before he can work out how to reply to that, a deafening shout ripples across the room.

“Ten!”

Spencer’s not just looking at Aaron in general any more, he’s looking into his eyes. His gaze flickers downwards as the countdown continues- oh God, is Spencer looking at his lips? Aaron finds himself setting his glass down as he unconsciously inches closer, barely daring to breathe.

“Six!”

Is this going to- surely not? But Spencer’s own lips are slightly parted now, his glass abandoned as well.

“Four!”

It’s only seconds, but each one feels like eons. The countdown fades slightly as Aaron’s heartbeat fills his ears.

“One!”

Aaron takes a deep breath, and before he can even make a move, the clock strikes midnight and Spencer leans in and kisses him.

It feels exactly like the fireworks that are going off outside.

[writingfanficsfan]

Okay, this is something I'm experimenting with. I saw the post by @buckyysdoll about Aaron Hotchner and those wonderful photos and thought 'what if Spencer asked 'can I sit on your lap' so now I'm trying to write it. (I hope you don't mind, Buckyysdoll.)

As always, I write very slow so this will take a while and I don't have any idea of where this will go (will it be sexy? will it be sweet? will it be soft? will it be all of the above?) but I like the start I made tonight.

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That’s not fair. How am I supposed to come to work now and act normal? It’s already hard enough to seem normal on a daily basis and now- now I’m looking at Hotch, my boss. My Boss!! He’s my boss and all I can think about is how good he looks like that. That’s not normal, right?! Looking at my boss and thinking about sitting on his lap. That’s not normal! 

Spencer bites his lip, closing his eyes for a second but instantly looking back at Hotch. He’s still sitting there, eyes closed, breathing level, arms above his head, reclined in his seat. It’s clear he’s tired, the bags underneath his eyes make Spencer’s heart twitch. But the stack of files next to Hotch instantly explains why he’s still here instead of home. 

It never ends, does it? You do so much for us. How many hours do you spend here, after we’re gone, doing all the paperwork, making sure all the i’s are dotted and all the t’s are crossed? I should go and let you rest. You’ve earned it, maybe even more than the rest of us. 

Spencer fidgets with the hem of his jumper. He knows he should leave and go home but he can’t move his legs. He can’t stop looking at Hotch, resting in his office chair. It’s been a while since he’s seen him relaxed. For once, there isn’t a frown between his eyes, and the lines around his mouth less deep. 

You look so beautiful. So relaxed and at peace. What would it feel like to sit on your lap? I’ve never thought about it before but now I can’t think of anything else. Would you let me? What would you do if I stepped towards you, slipped on your lap, and let my head rest on your shoulders? 

Spencer blinks his eyes, heart skipping a beat when Hotch shifts in his chair but doesn’t wake up. Somehow he’s taken a couple of steps forward, closer to Hotch and farther from the door and that’s not good. He knows, he knows it’s not a good situation to be in. It’s creepy. He’s being creepy, slipping into Hotch’s office, watching him rest, thinking about being close. Spencer’s eyes go over Hotch’s face, down to his neck, the red tie loosened. 

I could take that tie off, open the button on his collar. What would it be like? Touching Hotch’s skin, smelling his scent so close. Would he let me straddle him?  Would he put his arms around him, keep me in place, whisper something into my ear? It’s been such a long time since someone touched me like that. Held me, and made me feel small and safe. Hotch can do that. Hotch can make me feel small, but not in a bad way. Small as in protected and cared for.

Spencer’s stomach does a flip at those thoughts, rubbing his arms before he forces himself to stop. He needs to leave. He can’t stay here. Can’t stand here at the front of Hotch’s desk, looking down at him like some creeper. Hotch shifts again and Spencer holds his breath. He could have a million reasons to be here but right now his mind is drawing a blank. If Hotch opens his eyes now and asks what he’s doing here, Spencer won’t be able to make up an excuse. His thoughts are only on Hotch, on how beautiful he looks like this. Spencer’s eyes go over Hotch’s face again, focusing then on Hotch’s arms supporting his head. Hotch is lean but strong. Stronger than Spencer and Spencer swallows, fire starting to burn low in his stomach. 

It would feel so good, to have your arms around me. Making me feel safe and protected. I know the world can be horrible, we see it every day, but it wouldn’t feel horrible if you wrapped your arms around me. I just- I just want to put my head on your shoulder, breathe in your scent. Would you let me do that? Would you let me lick your neck? Would you lick mine? 

Spencer sways on his feet, putting a hand over his mouth so he doesn’t make a sound. There’s a fraction of a moment where Hotch frowns, his body tensing up and Spencer just wants to round the desk and run his fingers through Hotch’s hair to soothe him. He deserves a break. The plane crash case had been long days, than the whole thing in Briscoe County. Spencer still feels the effects of that case, being shot at, and then almost being killed at the hospital by Baylor. It had been a lot, for the whole team and Spencer knows it’s harder for Hotch now because Blake left. No one blames her, but it does mean they are a man down. 

Spencer rubs his neck, feeling the scar from the surgery. His eyes stay on Hotch’s torso, thinking about all the scars there. 

I want to touch every single one. I want to kiss every single one. Make you feel better. I know you’d never want someone like me, but I think I could make you feel good. I would learn, for you. Can I sit on your lap? I know it’s weird to ask. You’re my boss. But I- I don’t sleep so good at night. I always feel cold for some reason. My neck is hurting again and I’m worried about Penelope. She saved my life but she shot someone to do it. That’s messing with her head, I can tell. 

Can I sit on your lap? Can I have your arms around me? Just for a moment. Can I just- just touch your hair? It looks soft. Will you pet my hair too? I would do anything you ask, just for a moment of peace. Just me and you. I love this job, but it’s difficult some days. So, just for a moment.  Would you let me rest just for a moment? I wonder how you would react if I called you Sir. Can I touch your hair? Can I touch your lips? I wish you would smile more, you look younger, lighter, when you smile. I love your laugh. I can call you Sir, if you like that. 

“Can I sit on your lap, Sir?” 

“What?”

“What?” Spencer says, blinking his eyes and too slowly realizing what he’s done. He snaps his mouth shut, seeing Hotch sit up and open his eyes, instantly awake and alert. Their eyes meet and Spencer knows Hotch heard him. Heard him ask that insane question. it feels like the whole world has stopped moving, as if even the dusk particulates in the air have slowed down. Spencer looks at Hotch, Hotch looks at Spencer, the moment frozen in time. 

It’s too late when he turns around and tries to reach the door because Hotch is suddenly there, blocking his way out. Spencer can feel his neck and face flame up in embarrassment, the tips of his ears feeling on fire. In the back of his mind, he registers that he’s standing too close to Hotch. He only needs to reach out a centimeter to touch him. He balls his hands into fists, taking in a sharp breath when he smells Hotch’s cologne. It’s been a  long day but he can still smell it, or maybe his mind is just making it up. Either way, it makes him let out a sound, soft but embarrassing. A whimper of need that terrifies him. 

“Reid.” 

It’s too much and he digs his nails into his palms, trying to snap out of it. His mind is working overtime, all his senses are in overdrive and he panics. He panics and the words tumble out, barely making sense to his own ears. What the hell is he doing? What is he saying? He’s making it worse, it has to be. Oh god, he’s going to get fired. He’s going to get fired and then everyone will know that he wanted to sit on his boss’ lap. He should have gone home. Should have just gone home to his apartment with all the books and the blankets. And yes, those blankets do nothing to help him warm up but at least those are reasonable and safe. At least blankets won’t fire him. At least blankets won’t think he’s a creep! 

“Reid! Slow down!” 

He can’t stop talking. He can’t look at Hotch so he looks at Hotch’s shoes, black and gleaming, perfect as everything is with Hotch. He’s nothing like Spencer when it comes to clothes. He’s always perfect, always immaculate. He always wears a tie and a suit and matching socks. Spencer hardly ever finds his socks, let alone matching ones. He laughs out loud, realizing how stupid it was to even think about sitting in Hotch’s lap. Hotch is on another level. He wears matching socks! 

“Reid stop!” 

Spencer snaps his mouth shut when Hotch shakes him by the shoulders. As fast as Hotch grabs him, as fast does he lets him go and Spencer tries to reach the door again. His fingertips can only brush the doorknob before Hotch blocks him and Spencer jumps backward, heart beating too fast to be normal. 

Nothing is normal about tonight. Nothing is normal about this. I’m not normal. It’s not normal to want to sit on your boss’ lap. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have come here, should have just gone home. I can’t believe I said that out loud. Now Hotch knows! 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean- I wouldn’t have- I would never-” Spencer trembles, vision going blurry as tears start to form. He takes in a gulp of air, mouth suddenly dry, his head pounding and neck stinging. His voice is weak as he continues talking, whispering in the space between them. 

“I’m sorry. Please, don’t fire me. I’m just tired and cold and I- I don’t know why I came here. Don’t know why I didn’t leave. I’m sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir. Please, please-”

“Spencer.” 

Spencer bites his lip hard, meeting Hotch’s eyes, tears spilling as he sees the gentle expression on Hotch’s face. Why is that worse than Hotch yelling at him? 

Hotch takes a step forward and Spencer wraps his arms around himself, trembling like a leaf in the cold Autumn wind. He takes a step back, feeling lightheaded and unsteady on his feet but than Hotch grabs him by the arm, placing his other hand on Spencer’s chest. 

“Careful. Let’s sit down on the couch.” 

“H-” He can’t even say Hotch’s name, shame and embarrassment closing off the connection from his brain to his mouth. But maybe that connection was already closed off. Why would he have said those words out loud otherwise? 

“Can I sit on your lap, Sir?” 

God, what has he done?

[hotchxreid]

hi! can you write a hotchxreid smut where spencer just likes to suck aarons cock? maybe it's soothing for him or something and lets him unwind after a tough case? thank you

Hello anon, I see you saw my cock sucking post and you know what, you’re right. You truly do have to create the content you want in the world.

Spencer lay on his stomach, situated between Aaron’s legs on the couch with his hands resting on his hips. The television was on but he wasn’t paying attention to it. He was too focused on the cock in his mouth.

His head was resting on Aaron’s strong thigh while said man idly ran his fingers through the long chestnut locks. Spencer’s eyes were closed and he seemed almost at peace. He wasn’t even sucking on Hotch’s cock actively - he just held it in his mouth, his tongue pressed to the underside.

Aaron knew how much Spencer had been needing to just let go and wander out of his mind for a while, and for whatever reason cockwarming Aaron while snuggled up on the couch was just about his favorite way of doing that. Every now and then he gave a gentle suck or swallowed around the half-hard shaft, but he mostly just held it in his mouth, soft lips wrapped around his lover’s cock contently.

Aaron took his eyes off of the documentary they had put on to gaze down at Spencer, and the sight made him smile. The young man had fallen asleep with Aaron’s cock in his mouth. Some drool dribbled from the corner of his mouth and all Aaron could think about was how precious Spencer Reid was.

[sirmatthew1972]

The Uninvited Guest

So, this is Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid having some kinky fun in my Criminal Minds Kink Bingo 2024 collection. Crossing off a few more squares on my card, being: Voyeurism, Sounding, Masturbation and Partially Clothed. Warnings (points at the kinky squares)... also smut and rather plot light. More tags on AO3. Teaser Whatever Aaron had expected of coming home to his apartment? This isn't it. He closes the front door behind him, blinking into the dark silence. He flicks the light switch to see rather than feel his way around. To take off his shoes and coat too. Now where is his house guest? It makes no sense to Aaron that there's no one to be seen in his living room and kitchen, because he knows Spencer is home from the presence of books strewn on the couch right next to the abandoned, open messenger bag. Huh, even those so familiar dark rimmed glasses are lying left forgotten by their owner. Smiling wryly to himself, Aaron picks up the book that's slid from the couch to topple on the floor with its pages crinkled. So much then for Spencer choosing his books over going out for drinks with their colleagues slash friends… Read more on AO3