#taking hotchreid requests

[tobias-hankel]

I'm taking Hotchreid drabble requests in honor of the Hotchreid Zine release.

For more information about our Hotchreid Zine, make sure to check out Tumblr - all proceeds go to SharedHope, a charity to combat sex trafficking.

[starzzyeyed]

Hi! Are you still doing Hug Prompts?! If so, can I request HotchReid #36? I love all your HotchReid writings!

Hi! I most definitely am, thank you so much!

I actually have a much longer fic with this premise set during the Lo-Fi/Mayhem arc that I'll add a link to here for you too!

But here's your prompt fill, I hope you enjoy and thank you again for your kind words <3

36 - I thought you were dead hug.

Despite the clarity of the sound of the shot that rings through the air around them, Hotch can’t hear anything other than the thundering of his own heart in his ears.

He thinks Morgan shouts something, or maybe it’s Rossi, but the only thing he knows besides how fast his own heart is beating is how much adrenaline is currently being released into his body; flooding through his bloodstream, enabling him to flee the danger his mind subconsciously recognises is nearby.

Except, it’s not him who’s in danger.

bad enough, he was having to instruct his partner, who he knows is less physically capable of defending himself than himself or Morgan is, into danger on his own.

He’s terrified of what he might find as he keeps moving forwards towards where he thinks Spencer must have found Lindsey, and then a door opens in front of him and for the briefest of seconds, his heart stops altogether, because if someone is walking away from the scene, especially without screaming for help, the chances of there being a casualty inside is lowered.

But then-

Then he sees who it is, sees that it’s Jack.

Not only Jack, but Jack and Lindsey, which means there only people remaining inside the room are-

The fact that Jack had immediately raised his hands does nothing to ease Hotch’s fear.

Hotch feels as though he’s about to faint as he bursts through the room of the men’s bathroom, expecting to see his partner covered in blood and most likely on the floor, and the fact that Spencer isn’t either of these things surprises him so much that, for a moment, he’s unable to do anything other than stare straight ahead, his eyes on the body of the teenager on the floor but not really seeing the scene before him.

Slowly, he forces himself to take a few steps towards Ryan’s body, taking in what’s happened before his eyes catch with Spencer’s at the exact same time as Morgan speaks.

“You okay, Reid?”

Hotch only just barely manages to contain his desires until Morgan’s hand has left Spencer’s shoulder, until he and Rossi have filed out of the room, before he’s crossing the room again in three long strides and pulling his partner against his chest in a crushing hug.

He hears Spencer gasp slightly, clearly not expecting the action and really, Hotch can’t blame him. They’re almost never physically affectionate with each other in public, and especially not in a fresh crime scene that will still need to be processed, but he can’t help himself this time.

He’s been keeping it together this entire case, coming up against so many more unexpected developments and issues than usual, not to mention the fact that it’s a case involving children, and the thought that he’d lost Spencer, especially after he’d sent his partner into this situation alone… that had been the straw that broke his back.

Subsequently, the relief that he felt seeing Spencer not only alive, but alive and uninjured, had been too much to squash back down.

“I thought you were dead,” he breathes into his partner’s long hair before Spencer has the chance to question his unusual behaviour. “We heard the shot from outside and I thought-… I thought I’d sent you in here to your death.”

He both feels and hears Spencer inhale a sharp breath before his arms are wrapping around Hotch’s back, pulling him against his own chest as tightly as he can in return.

“Never,” the younger man whispers back, tucking his face into the side of Hotch’s neck and breathing out a shaky sigh. “Never, Aaron. Never.”

[sylix-royalty]

If you’re still taking prompt requests, can I ask for 23 with hotchreid? <3 🥰

Of course! I’m so happy to fill request while I write my next part for my alphabet series, gives me a little motivation! Request as much as you’d like!

Ship: Hotch/Reid, Heid

Prompt: "I'm... lightheaded..."

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Nothing really, just a headache as expected

I made Hotch the Vulnerable one, I couldn’t help it.

Enjoy under the cut!

Aaron sighed as he sat his bags down. Thankfully they’d finished the case just in time, as tended to happen with them it seemed. Due to inclement weather, they weren’t able to fly out until morning, which the team seemed fine with taking an extra night to sleep and relax. David and Derek had a room, JJ and Emily, leaving Spencer with Aaron. The men would rotate rooms occasionally, but for the most part this is how it ended up, mainly because Aaron stayed up late and Spencer was the least to complain about it (meaning he never did).

Spencer noted the exhaustion as Aaron seemed to collapse into a seated position on his bed. He was worried, but he tried not thinking about it too harshly. This case hadn’t been easy for any of them, least of all Hotch since he helf such a high standard for himself that the rest of the team never truly understood. He took such a pride in himself, but he never really reflected it to the rest of them unless he had to, to get the team kicked more into action than they already would be.

Still, it worried Spencer just how out of it his boss seemed. He couldn’t hold his tongue very long as Aaron held his temples with one hand, covering his eyes. Spencer shut off the overhead lights and decided to stick with the lamps in order to try and help.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, not wanting to pry, but at the same time, he wanted answers.

“I’m fine,” Aaron said, still keeping up that demeanor that everything was fine when it most certainly wasn’t.

“Hotch?” Spencer tried pressing gently. He didn’t want to go too far in fear of making Aaron angry at him, but he wasn’t going to give up that easily.

Aaron knew that.

“Yeah…” Aaron sighed, “I’m just… I’ve got a headache, is all,” He mumbled, blinking himself back and not wincing at the dim light, as he glanced at Spencer. His eyes seemed unfocused, and Spencer didn’t like it.

“Are you sure that’s everything?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah, just a headace. I’m gonna shower, the heat and steam will probably help,” Aaron mumbled, standing and grabbing one of the hotel towel’s to bring into the bathroom with him, along with his go bag.

Spencer didn’t say anything else as he watched Aaron disappear into the bathroom. Spencer didn’t tend to calculate how long someone to shower, it really depended on outside factors like cases and how someone was feeling that he didn’t spend his time doing it. However, he knew when it was too long for Aaron. Especially when the shower turned off and Aaron hadn’t emerged after a typical couple of minutes to get dressed.

It took him 9 minutes and 45 seconds to come back out to the main room, and Spencer was fully watching him now. Aaron took hold of the wall to keep steady.

“Hotch?” Spencer asked as he slowly stood.

“I’m… light-lightheaded,” Aaron whispered, and as he tried to take a step, his knees buckled beneath him. Spencer was able to catch him and keep him steady.

“Woah, I gotcha, I gotcha,” Spencer whispered, carefully carrying him to the bed and sitting him down. He pressed the back of his hand against Aaron’s forehead. It wasn’t at all accurate, since the man had just emerged from a hot shower and a steam filled room, but still Spencer didn’t like just how warm Aaron felt.

“You might be running a fever,” Spencer whispered. “I won’t be able to completely tell until you’re body has cooled from the shower.”

“I don’t… feel sick,” Aaron whispered.

“You’re lightheaded enough to lose your footing, that seems sick to me. How much have you slept?”

“This case or in general?” Aaron asked.

“Let’s go with in general,” Spencer said as he stood to grab a washcloth and grabbed the ice bucket.

“I only sleep for about 4 hours a night,” Aaron admitted.

“Not good,” Spencer mumbled. “I’m gonna go grab you some ice. Lay down if you need to.”

Aaron nodded, and Spencer left to do that. When he returned, Aaron was still sitting up, but his hand was back over his eyes, middle finger holding one side of his temple and his thumb holding the other. Spencer filled the washcloth with a bit of ice, not enough to make a huge mess when it melted, but enough to provide a little relief for a headache.

“Do you want some of my over the counter medication?” He asked, carefully placing the washcloth over his neck.

“No, I’m fine,” Aaron whispered shakily.

“We both know you’re not,” Spencer whispered.

“You don’t have to take care of me,” Aaron whispered, dropping his hand to look at Spencer. There was a weakness in his eyes that Spencer had never seen before. Not even after the murder of Haley, this was a different kind of weakness.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” Spencer whispered. “You’ve taken care of me, right? You don’t always have to be by yourself, Aaron.”

Aaron blinked, clearly exhausted enough not to argue. Spencer watched his reaction, trying to keep his face steady and warm.

“I’ve got you,” Spencer promised. “Lay down, I’ll take care of you.”

[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.

[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.

[bytheangell]

𝐻𝑒𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊!

𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 '𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉?

𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪?

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[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

Correspondence: Postscript

((A side story companion to Correspondence))

Pairing: HotchReid

Summary: Taking place between chapters 11 and 12 of Correspondence. Now that he is finally, at long last, within his reach -- Aaron fulfills a promise that he once made to Spencer during an early morning text message. Months and months ago, but never forgotten.  

Rating: Mature/Explicit 

Chapter CW/notes:  THIS IS NOT THE SEQUEL. This is the long awaited, and much asked after, scene that I accidentally left out of the original fic. Look for a masterpost later this week for more information about the sequel.  As far as this story goes -- Explicit Sexual Content; I cannot stress this enough. This is 2k words of porn. I do not spare details. Why did I do this, you may ask? Because it was requested so many times I can’t help but give the people what they want .💕 It doesn’t change the original story at all, but enhances it, I hope. So enjoy your smut, you wonderful nerds. Along with the adoring staring Aaron does and the waxing poetic prose I weave between the sexy bits. Thank you for reading. <3

Word Count: 3434

Correspondence Masterpost | Dual Correspondence Masterpost (coming soon)

Ao3 Link

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“Cross My Heart”

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December 2010 

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[]12/8, 7:18[] Can we do this for real someday?

[]12/8, 7:19[] I thought that was a given. 

[]12/8, 7:19[] Although I doubt I’d be able to keep it to just pillow talk.

[]12/8, 7:21[] Problems keeping your hands to yourself? 

[]12/8, 7:22[] Always.

[]12/8, 7:23[] But it’s 6am.

[]12/8, 7:24[] What, you’ve never had morning sex before?

[]12/8, 7:25[] Heard of it. Although I doubt its existence, or even enjoyment when it’s so early. 

[]12/8, 7:27[] I guess we’ll have to fix that very wrong assumption one day.

[]12/8, 7:29[] Promise?

[]12/8, 7:29[] Cross my heart.

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Mid-March 2012

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The sun rises slow and hazy behind grey clouds on the third morning since Spencer walked through the doors of the BAU. Since he had run straight into Aaron’s arms and refused to let go for the longest stretch of time. 

In a sense, he still hasn’t let go – every chance they get they are somehow touching. Fingertips grazing, standing close enough to feel the heat of the other’s body, always glancing over to make sure that this is real. That they are really in the same room, and somehow they always find a way to gravitate towards each other once more. No matter where they are, as if they can’t help it in the slightest.

And at night, when they are alone, they never stop touching. 

In bed, in the shower, even helping each other get dressed and undressed they are… always touching. Not just in a sexual sense, sometimes just sitting together – shoulder to shoulder, knees knocking, Spencer leaning against Aaron’s arm as they look through files or books. Including the one moment they got to video chat with Jack for three minutes flat while he and Jessica were on the way to Aaron’s father-in-law’s house in rural Virginia. Spence sat in Aaron’s lap for that, leaning back against his chest so they were both in the frame. As close as close can get. 

That’s not to say that they don’t engage in anything sexual. Because they do. 

Oh – do they ever. 

 .

That first night it never stops, one after the other, hours on hours, until the sun rises and they are exhausted and sated and covered in marks from every pleasure-soaked moment. 

The second night they are worn out from work, and Spencer is very… sore from the night before. So they get lost in other things: their hands, their bodies, heavy petting and a very long shower where Spencer takes a turn on his knees and pleasures Aaron there against the tiled wall. Water cascading down beside him and Aaron’s legs nearly give out when he comes hard, the picture of those eyes looking up at him and that hair slicked back with his fingers woven through – now forever burned in his mind. 

They got out and curled up together in bed, swathed in actual sleep clothes, and Aaron knows now he never wants to fall asleep in a bed without Spencer there beside him. Curled into his side, wrapped up in his arms, head on his chest and breath on his skin and a smile there on his lips every time he leans in to kiss him. 

He sleeps like a baby all night, and wakes on a bleary, grey Sunday morning – looking over to Spencer’s sleeping face and finds his heart suddenly too big for his chest. Threatening to burst out with every thumping beat. His gaze traces every line, every slow breath that moves Spencer’s chest ever so subtly. Soft mouth and expression at peace, curls a mess against the pillows, and Aaron stares for far longer than he plans. Thinking about… everything that has led them there. Every text, every phone call, every milestone. Every conversation that precluded to this, to this moment where Spencer is within reach – and he punctuates it by gently moving an auburn curl out of Spencer’s face. So he can see him more, memorize every inch of his face in the morning grey.

It’s still very early, the hotel room silent and hazy, but Aaron knows that there are multiple agents that are within shouting distance of the room. He and Spencer are due back at the BAU headquarters in a couple hours, as well – no days off when a terrorist cell has your number – but being the Unit Chief has many perks. One being that Aaron gets to say they have a late start on a random Sunday morning. (With absolutely no objections whatsoever from any of his team, save for a few smirks and knowing looks that had Aaron second-guessing his decision.)

And yet, Aaron still wakes before the sun. 

Usually he would go for a run, which isn’t allowed either with their current security risk, but… he’s not sure he would have moved from that bed even if he tried.

Not with Spencer there beside him, face calm and slack and lost in a dream, and he is so… perfect. So beautiful first thing in the morning. 

With careful movements, Aaron maneuvers the two of them. Turns Spencer the smallest amount so he rolls to his side and Aaron can press in behind him. Arms around his waist, chest to back, legs tangled and hips flush and embrace him fully. Breathe him in– 

His pulse begins to thump a little harder in his veins. His intentions had been totally innocent to begin with, wanting to hold Spencer and feel his heartbeat beneath his hands, feel how he fit against Aaron and how he perfectly molded to him even without waking. Only to find he fit a little too perfectly. The way Spencer instinctually presses himself back into his body, from head to toe, has warmth bursting in his chest and pooling low, waking Aaron up in an entirely new fashion. Slow, growing arousal sparking in his blood and spreading in tendrils. He hums low, happily, blissful and… a little turned on in the most strangely content way. Spencer is still asleep, but his instinctive reactions to curl back and arch against Aaron’s hard body is nearly intoxicating. 

Aaron holds him as the sun finally starts to rise, streaking golden around the hotel curtains, and he presses feather-light kiss after kiss along those shoulders and the graceful lines of his neck. Fingertips grazing the sleep-soft skin of his stomach beneath his shirt. Less pawing at him, as they had all night before, and more mapping out the shapes of his body. The dips and planes and curves and warmest stretches. Spencer hums softly, too, waking slow and stubborn; but one soft kiss low on his neck has his breath wavering and Aaron knows the man he loves has finally joined him.

“Good morning,” he rumbles low, the bass of his own voice tumbling through him and into where he and Spencer meet. 

“Morning,” Spencer mumbles back with drowsy, heavy words, stretching within Aaron’s arms. Taller than the bed is long, but without breaking from their embrace. Priorities. Such as Aaron’s fingertips still grazing where his shirt rides up. Eyes remaining closed as his body begins to wake inch by inch, touch by touch. “It’s dark. What are you doing up?”

“Thinking,” Aaron answers. Spencer hums lowly to encourage elaboration. “Reminiscing.” Aaron places another gentle kiss to his neck that draws delicious tones from somewhere low in Spencer’s chest. “Recalling a promise I made to you a long, long time ago.” His words dip to whispers as the trail of kisses grow heavier, hotter and sticking to his bare skin as he traces up Spencer’s neck. Until his mouth is against the younger man’s ear when he speaks. “About the ‘merits of morning sex’, and proving you wrong about their worth?” 

Those two words are like an electric shock to their systems, the memory fading in of a time where they longed for a moment such as this. Thousands of miles away, in separate beds, messaging like teenagers under the covers and wishing this day would come.

It gets Spencer to open his eyes, his breath lost to him, speechless in the wake of the statement. His body grows impossibly warm beneath the sheets, beneath Aaron’s wandering hands, and he licks his lips – still facing away, Aaron pressed all along his back – becoming acutely aware of how his body is reacting. And their proximity. How if he gives into the instinct to curl back, a subtle arch in his spine, his backside would line up with Aaron’s pelvis and… if he pushed into him there… The charged feeling intensifies. 

God, they had touched each other everywhere, in every way possible, over the past two days – and still Spencer feels his face grow as hot as the rest of him. 

“I remember that conversation,” he finally murmurs, giving in. Just the smallest bit. The temptation too staggering. He sinks back further into Aaron’s arms, strong and anchored from their long night’s sleep, the most comforting sensation. And when paired with how the movement puts the older man’s growing erection pressed up against him, the effect is dizzying. “Verbatim.” 

Spencer feels Aaron smile against his flushed skin, tugging the collar of his sleep shirt lower to tease the sensitive nerve endings along the base of his neck where it meets his collar bones. Spencer does his best to not sound as breathless as he actually is. “You really can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Do you want me to?” Aaron asks, those strong fingers and wide palms nearly encompassing the whole of his waist in his caresses, and Spencer’s heart skips despite it beating double time against his ribs. How Aaron still asks, even though they spoke of it before. Had done everything and more only the night before. No expectations. Just coexistence, melding, fluctuating heat and touch and everything in between.

“No,” he begs, softly, “Don’t stop.” His hands now cover Aaron’s own, “Show me –” and he wants to simultaneously lead Aaron’s hands where every blood cell in his body is rushing towards, but he also wants to turn around and kiss the man senseless. 

But – 

His mind fully wakes, adrenaline coursing through him, and his thoughts whirl out of control. Oscillating between one and the next faster than he can quantify. All the reasons this could go the way of disaster, he can’t even think of what he wants to say and the first brilliant point that comes out of his mouth is – 

“My breath is terrible.” 

Five doctorates, and that’s his first deduction. Morning breath.

And Aaron laughs at him. 

But he doesn’t let go, doesn’t cease his exploration of Spencer’s body by mapping it with his hands, and the sound doesn’t hurt because it is so familiar to Spencer. So full of love and understanding. He can feel the way it vibrates through his chest, pressed to Spencer’s back, and the pure resonance of that sensation keeps the panic at bay. So much so… that when the man collects himself a moment later, and Spencer is bracing himself for mortification, Aaron kisses the back of his neck once more. And whispers low enough to echo through his bones –

“I’ll just have to kiss you everywhere else, then.”

.

And he does.

Along his neck, at the junction of his shoulder as his hands pull Spencer back against him. Tightly. Purposefully. One palm going up his chest beneath his shirt, hiking it up as he went, to where Spencer’s heart is a runaway thing in his chest; and the other one going down. All the way down. Teasing the trail of hair that leads to his waistline, fingers dipping beneath the fabric smallest amount. Torturous. Spencer nods enthusiastically, shifting from where they still lay on that hotel bed to give more access. The places where they were pressed into the mattress all night long like warm cushioned molds that keep him in place, daring to suck him back under the veil of sleep when his eyes slip closed in bliss – and Aaron takes him in hand. Warm and heavy. Spencer gasps at the leisurely, firm touches; his head tilted back and his body arching more against the pillows and sheets. Becoming more mussed and disheveled with every stroke, each ministration soft and loving and slow as molasses. Aaron curls around him more to breathe him in, lips grazing the side of his throat as Spencer arches and intertwines them further. Feels the reverberation of every gasp and moan tremble through the skin. 

God, Aaron could never get enough of him.

He kisses at Spencer’s shoulders, his collarbones when he can reach, pets every bit of skin and slides his boxers down his hips boldly. Kisses along his sides as he moves down his body bit by bit, caressing every exposed inch as he undresses him beneath the covers, and marvels at the sensation of his sleep-soft skin. Still littered with blooming watercolor marks of their love-making the night before last – including small, circular colorations that match his fingerprints. He’d never done that before. Gotten so lost in pleasure he hadn’t realized what he’d left behind.

Behind him, in the nightstand on his side of the bed (God, when was the last time he’d had a side of the bed? That alone sends a giddy warmth pulsing through him) is the bottle that has been well-used the past two days. Aaron reaches back without halting his preoccupied hand, wanting to make this so good Spencer never – ever – forgets it. No matter what happens after this case. With slicked up fingers he presses and probes gently into the younger man, spreading him in preparation that is just as slow and dragging as his hand around his cock. It takes barely a breath for Spencer to turn to a molten mess in his arms. Gasps, whines, tremors and the most wonderful little sounds that Aaron wants to hear ringing in his ears forever. He goes back to kissing whatever he can reach of him – neck, shoulders, spine, hair – just to hear Spencer make more. 

His long dexterous fingers card through Aaron’s dark locks. Scholar’s hands, now scratching at his scalp and holding on so he doesn’t topple into oblivion too soon. Aaron’s name lost on a breath, shaky, hoarse from his deep slumber only moments ago. And when he manages to speak, high and breathless as he tries to inhale – “Aaron, please,” he begs the man to skip the next half dozen steps and get them to the part he’s already hurtling towards.

“Not yet,” Aaron soothes him. “Just a little more.”  The younger man’s impatience both alluring and incredibly intoxicating… just how much Spencer wants this, wants him, so much it makes his head swim and Aaron has to force steady breaths to keep his own head on straight. It doesn’t help that Spencer seems to be feeling no discomfort whatsoever, no matter if it’s two fingers or three, or even as Aaron hikes the man’s leg up and back slightly in an angle that shouldn’t be as easy as Spencer’s long limbs make it. He’s so flexible this early in the morning, every inch of him slow and lazy from sleep and so easily maneuvered –

“Fuck,” Aaron exhales the word, his head very much spinning now, and then Spencer gasps sharp enough it stalls his hands entirely. The shaky breath Spencer gives is traced with relief.

“I was close,” he murmurs.

“Guess I better catch up,” Aaron concludes, kicking off his boxers and grabbing the condom off the nightstand. Keeping strong arms still locked around Spencer to hold him in place. 

“Like this?” Spencer questions, looking over his shoulder as he realizes that Aaron hasn’t made him even sit up in the slightest. They are still laying on their sides, spooning if not for his spread legs and Aaron wrapped around him. “Can you even reach like this?” With Spencer’s leg draped up over his arm. Which is strong and flexed as he holds the younger man just right – and slides right into him. So deep Spencer’s breath hitches and he can’t catch it again, his lungs seized up and a moan catches in his throat. 

“Are you alright?” Aaron asks, and Spencer nods with a plea to move that he isn’t entirely sure was said in English. But his lover complies, easy as breathing.

Aaron moves slow, languid, drawing out his pleasure thread by thread. Spencer exclaiming and praising in languages Aaron doesn’t know. Proof his brain is practically melting out his ears. But he understands well enough as the younger man’s legs quiver and shake in his grasp. His body pliant and lost to the pleasure.

Eventually they roll to the bed, until Aaron is over him with Spencer’s belly to the mattress, not breaking even breaking his stride. His weight is warm and heavy and still thrusting slow, undulating maneuvers. Spencer moves with him, his body reduced to instinctual, wave-like motions that bring him up, and down, and up again, his spine curves like a wave caught in a bottle to crash into Aaron’s trusts. Not hard, not fast, but deep and deliberate and devastating. 

Spencer didn’t even know he could do that. And it chases the breath out of him each and every time.

Aaron kisses his shoulders, his cheeks when he turns his head, the back of his neck and the curve of his ears beneath the damp curls. Loves every part of him until Spencer’s body can’t take any more. 

He comes hard, muffled cries into the mattress so they don’t alert their stationed guards. But Aaron feels it, and it sends him chasing his own release – thick, strong arms wrapping around Spencer and thrusting faster. The confines of his embrace the safest, most exhilarating place Spencer has ever experienced in his life. Like being within the bellows of a raging storm. 

And when Aaron comes, Spencer is the one breathing out his name.

.

With his last bit of strength, Aaron rolls them to his side of the bed, shifted just to the right of the mess on the sheets. And they lay there, spent, soaked in oblivion with twin hearts racing in euphoria. 

“Am I allowed to go back to sleep?” Spencer asks, long moments later. Still breathless.

“Once you admit morning sex has its merits,” Aaron replies. 

Spencer smiles, eyes closed in bliss and limbs like jelly. Or lead. Could there be a lead-based gelatin? He bet there could, he’d break down the chemical compounds and equations later. Much later. Like noon.. “I still insist it would have been just as good at 8:00 or 9:00 A.M. instead of – “ 

Curiosity gets the better of him. Damn his brain. Spencer deigns to open his eyes to glance at the clock on the bedside table over Aaron’s shoulder and immediately groans. “ – Good Christ, 6:30 in the morning.”

He collapses back from the half crunch he’d been in and curls into Aaron’s chest with his eyes stubbornly squeezed shut. He can feel Aaron laugh, though the man tries to smother it.

“No,” Aaron denies his statement. “It's best just as the sun is rising.”

“Prove it.” 

Aaron smiles down at him, running his fingertips along Spencer’s shoulders and arms soothingly. Adoringly. “I guess I will. We can test your theory if you wish.” Spencer buries his face in Aaron’s embrace to block out the morning creeping into their room, but he can feel the way the other’s mouth curves into a smothered smile. “Sleep. I’ll wake you.” 

“Promise?” comes the muffled request.

“Cross my heart.”

He kisses the top of Spencer’s head, the auburn curls soaking up the morning in an afterglow as soft and golden as the sunlight caught in the strands beneath his affection. 

And Aaron Hotchner once again wonders how in the world he had ever waited so long to know a moment this perfect? How could he ever let it go, when the time came?

… maybe, he wouldn’t have to.

A thought, not for the first time, crosses his mind and stays there as Aaron watches Spencer slip back into slumber. Wondering, weighing, pondering, and coming to the same conclusion time and time again as the world woke up beyond their hotel room window. Another day awaiting them, and possibly (hopefully, maybe) many more to come… just the same as this.

Together.

–

The End

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Tagged list from the first fanfic. ((if you wish to be removed from this taglist please just send me a DM or an ask and I will do so 💕 no hard feelings, I know it was almost two years ago)): @spencehotchner @ssa-sarahsunshine @gothamapologist @reidology @marsjareau @dragon-snaps-fandom @emmyraebird @just-an-emo-rat @aaron-hotchner187 @dk18077 @more-heid-pls @fakin-it-til-i-make-it @merpancake  @anxious-enby  @transpenelope  @thaddeusly​

[lovelybucky1]

Criminal Minds Masterlist

+ smut

$ fluff

# angst

! dark

hotchreid

headcanons + drabbles

nipple play +

hotch taking spencer's virginity +

aaron hotchner x reader

headcanons + drabbles

camping $

mad hatter !#+

cherry #

series

transfer request $+#

spencer reid x reader

series

strawberry kisses $+#

[jareaulover]

My Writing Masterlist

Mostly Making this so I can pin it and have access to everything I've written, but also so that anyone who wants to can also access everything I've written!

Also remember: My ask box is open so feel free to drop some requests, prompts, etc. You can find my request rule here

Okay, Masterlist is under the cut!

Criminal Minds:

3 times Aaron and Spencer were friends with benefits (+ 1 time they were more) | Hotchreid, Smut, Tumblr / AO3

Oatmeal and Orange Juice | Hotchreid, fluff, Tumblr / AO3

Hits Different | Will x JJ x Emily, fluff and angst, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

If I Can't Have You | Hotchreid, angst, smut, eventual fluff, AO3 / Tumblr: One Two Three Four Five

Hotchreid Hatesex | Hotchreid, smut, very light angst, Tumblr / AO3

Last Kiss | Spencelle, angst, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

Will and JJ's Blended Family | Wilifer, Fluff, slight angst, Tumblr / AO3

Don't Call Mom (Always Call Mom) | Wilifer, but mostly focuses on Henry and JJ, Angst, Tumblr / AO3

I Want You Back | Willifer, angst/fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Confessions are a Bitch | Willifer, angst AO3 / Tumblr

He's Not Going to Take Anything Else From You | Willifer, angst and fluff AO3 / Tumblr

100 (Alternate) | Hotchreid, angst with a teensy bit of fluff AO3 / Tumblr

It'll Be Alright | Hotchreid, fluff AO3 / Tumblr

I'll Find You | Hotchreid, angst and fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Will's Diagnosis | Willifer, angst/fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Henry's Baby Sister | Willifer, slight angst, mostly fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Don't Go Breaking My Heart | Willifer, fluff/angst AO3 / Tumblr

Love Under the Tree | Jemily, fluff AO3 / Tumblr: 1 2 (3 4 5 6)

Rejection | Hotchreid, angst AO3 / Tumblr

South Park

☼= Stylennyverse Series

Only the Beginning | K2, Fluff AO3

Lets Make This Interesting | K2, Smut AO3

Out of My System | Stylenny, Smut and Fluff AO3 ☼

Play it Again | Kenjorine, Fluff. Songfic AO3

Established | Multiple Ships (Each chapter a different ship), Fluff, wee bits of angst, AO3

You Belong With me | Style, Fluff. Songfic AO3

Craig Tucker's List of Stuff to try (Bedroom Edition) | Cryle, smut/PWP AO3

Discussions | Stylenny, fluff AO3 ☼

Birthday Boy | Stenny, light smut and fluff AO3

Confessing | Bunny, fluff AO3

Birthday Cake | Crenny fluff, AO3

I'll Be Your Gift (Give You Something Good to Celebrate) | K2, smut AO3

Sticky Sweet | Stylenny fluff and a wee bit of angst, also sexual themes AO3 ☼

Sold (16/?) | Stenny, smut fluff and probably a littel angst. Crack treated seriously vibes lol AO3

Are You Leaving With Him? | Kenjorine, fluff. Songfic AO3

Emotionally Stunted Baby | Cryle, angst with a happy ending. AO3

South Park Omegaverse Oneshots | Multiship, smut AO3

Wrong Number | Cryle, angst with a happy ending. AO3

Trouble In Paradise | Stylenny, Angst AO3 ☼

Supernatural

Willow | Destiel, fluff, hint of angst if you squint, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

Messing with Other’s toys is Never a Good Idea | Crowley x Reader, angst with a happy ending, Tumblr / AO3

Mr. Winchester's Personal Assistant | Destiel Fluff, wee bit of angst, eventual smut, AO3 (i haven't actually posted it to Tumblr yet)

All Grown Up

What to do when your girlfriend has depression. | Kimi Finster/Lil DeVille hurt/comfort, Tumblr / AO3

[spencer-reids-adventures]

"It's just that every time I see you, my heart beats so hard… I can't breathe.”

(Honey you know me so you know I’m gonna request Hotchreid but it doesn’t have to be Hotchreid but um I would like that please and thank you)

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asks anxiously. “Do you need your inhaler?”

“Just… give me… a second,” Spencer wheezes. “I just need to… catch my breath…”

“Baby, you’re making me nervous.”

Spencer takes a few long, slow breaths before replying.

"It's just that every time I see you, my heart beats so hard… I can't breathe.”

“Spencer…”

“Yeah, okay, the asthma probably doesn’t help.” Spencer cracks a grin as Aaron practically throws his inhaler at him.

“Don’t scare me like that,” Aaron sighs. “You had me really worried.”

“I’m sorry,” Spencer says sincerely. “I shouldn’t make light of the situation.”

“No, actually you should,” Aaron replies. “Lord knows you get hurt enough, it’s probably better to laugh when we can.”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry, baby, I’m just stating facts.” Both of them start to laugh, and Spencer playfully punches Aaron in the shoulder.

“Come here,” he says, pulling Aaron in for a kiss.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Come listen to my breathing.” Spencer holds Aaron’s head to his chest so he can hear him breathe. “I’m fine.”

“Well, in that case…” Aaron leans in and kisses Spencer squarely on the mouth, pulling his body close as if to protect it from anything that could come their way.

“I love you,” Spencer sighs. 

“I love you, too.”

“I should probably go back to my desk soon,” Spencer points out. “The others are going to wonder why I’m in here with the blinds shut.”

“Let them wonder,” Hotch growls. 

“You say that now,” Spencer laughs, “but how are you going to feel when we open that door and all of them are standing right there waiting for us?”

Aaron rolls his eyes. “They would never.”

“I can assure you they would, and they will. In fact, I’ll bet you twenty bucks.”

“You’re on.” 

Thirty minutes later when they open the door, the entire team is right there waiting for them.

Aaron grumbles as he passes a twenty dollar bill to Spencer.

[tobias-hankel]

HotchReid + kinky wedding night 🥺

I'm taking Hotchreid drabble requests in honor of the Hotchreid Zine release

NSFW- I accidentally made it fluffy.

--

Spencer could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he layed on the silk black sheets in his honeymoon suite. Hotch was on top of him, working him open with his fingers while kissing his neck. Everything felt so good but that didn’t stop the butterflies eating at his stomach.

The two had done this before – Spencer knew the number but as Hotch’s fingers rubbed circles into his prostate, the exact amount was beyond him – but never like this. Never without Jack asleep down the hall. Never without the stress of a case weighing on them. Never married.

Hotch could feel a tension with Spencer, so he gently pulled his fingers out of him and leaned up, “Everything okay, baby?”

Spencer bit his lip. He wanted to lie but there was no point with someone who knew him as well as Hotch did. “I’m nervous…” Spencer said, turning his head away but Hotch reached up with his lube-free hand and turned his chin back to look him in the eyes.

“Why?”

Spencer shrugged slightly, “I’m not sure… I just— I don’t want to mess this up.”

Hotch smiled and gave Spencer a kiss after tucking a loose strand of hair back behind Spencer’s ear and Spencer felt his nerves melt away. “That’s not possible,” Hotch said before he pulled Spencer’s legs up and apart, letting his eyes roam over every inch of Spencer but stopped at his prepped hole. “You are perfect. I couldn’t ask for a better husband.” Hotch leaned forward, rubbing his cock on Spencer’s rim. “I’ll do all the work, baby, just let me hear you.”

Spencer didn’t even get a chance to reply before Hotch was thrusting into him, but Spencer did just what his new husband wanted – He let out a wanton moan.

--

For more information about our Hotchreid Zine, make sure to check out tumblr - all proceeds go to SharedHope, a charity to combat sex trafficking.

[starzzyeyed]

For the ask hug game- 7 with Hotchreid? 🥺🥺

Hi!! Thank you for sending this ask, I was so excited to see it in my inbox so soon after I asked for requests <3

I hope you don't mind a little angst with your hugs, it would appear I'm in an angsty mood right now as everything I try to write ends up with some form of sad Spencer. But don't worry, Hotch is there to make it all okay again <3

7 - Hug from behind

He knows from the moment someone knocks on his office door that it’s going to be Spencer.

It doesn’t take a profiler to see how hard Gideon’s resignation has hit the younger man, and as soon as the door is shut behind him, Aaron is on his feet, going over to the window to close the blinds and give them a little more privacy.

Spencer’s facing away from him when he turns back around; his eyes fixed on the desk where Aaron had been sat a few moments ago, but the older man can see the tears that are gathering in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall at any minute.

Aaron walks over to his partner slowly, approaching him from behind until he’s close enough to hear the sharp intakes of breath as the younger man tries his best not to break down in tears. His arms are hanging loosely by his sides when Aaron gets close enough to encircle him in a hug, and Spencer jumps when he feels the hands on his waist, familiar as they are, but he doesn’t turn to face the person they belong to.

He’s not sure he could even if he wants to.

“Spencer,” the person’s voice says, kind as always, and it’s all Spencer can do to swallow down the sob he feels rising in his throat, tilting his head slightly further forwards until his chin is almost resting on his chest, as though avoiding Aaron’s gaze will prevent his lover from being able to read him.

As if that’s ever worked in the past.

If he’s being honest with himself, Spencer’s not sure he even wants it to work.

“It’s not your fault.”

Spencer doesn’t know if Aaron is trying to convince him or himself, but either way, the sob that he’d done his best to swallow down rises in his throat again, this time breaking free along with a sudden burst of tears.

He hears Aaron cursing quietly under his breath, no doubt wishing they were somewhere slightly more private than his office, although the blinds being closed not only block out the view of them together, but also lessen the chances of anyone coming up and knocking; an unspoken signal not to disturb whoever’s inside with Hotch.

Even if the blinds were open and they were on display for everyone in the bullpen though, Spencer’s pretty sure no one would knock unless it was essential.

Not after what’s happened.

He feels Aaron’s hands encircle his waist further, until his arms are folded across each other over Spencer’s belly and the two men are pressed chest to back, Aaron’s chin resting on the younger man’s shoulder.

It makes Spencer smile despite the tears still streaming down his cheeks; Aaron knows how much he adores being hugged from behind, and the fact that he’s chosen now to do so, when he knows how much Spencer will appreciate being able to be hugged without having to show his face, enables Spencer to slowly but surely relax back into the strong body behind him.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” he finally manages, his voice coming out as little more than a rough whisper, but he knows Aaron heard him from the way the arms around his waist tighten, quickly followed by the kiss that’s pressed into the fabric of his cardigan where it covers his shoulder.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Aaron replies, and he sounds so certain that for a moment, Spencer can’t find a response to dismiss what he’s saying. “Jason has… he’s always been a bit eccentric. It’s what makes him good at the job, but it also has its downsides, and being… unreliable, especially when it comes to peoples emotional needs, is one of those downsides.”

Spencer doesn’t respond but Aaron doesn’t need him to; he’s heard what is being said, and that’s more than enough.

“I’m sorry he didn’t come to say goodbye to you personally. I’m sorry he didn’t think before he acted, but I promise, Spencer, you did not do anything wrong.”

There’s a few moments of silence before, slowly, Spencer nods.

“If you’re sure,” he mumbles eventually, lifting his head slightly so that he can look back over his right shoulder to where he knows Aaron’s face is.

“I’m positive,” Aaron replies, and Spencer nods again as much as he can with his neck bent at such an awkward angle. He sees the hint of a smile on Aaron’s face before a gentle kiss is being pressed against his lips, one that he returns almost desperately, anything to feel something other than how confused and heartbroken his mentor’s resignation has left him feeling.

He won’t bounce back immediately, and in a minute their solace will be broken when they have to go back to work, but right now, with Aaron’s arms wrapped around him from behind and his back pressed firmly against his partner’s chest, Spencer feels the lightest he has since he first found that note in Gideon’s cabin.

[sylix-royalty]

so sorry for the 2nd request i just love your writing so much, 25 for hotchreid? it seemed very funny if it was in character somehow hahA

Of COURSE! I was kinda HOPING for it! (I also tried to make it in character but was REALLY difficult) (Also send as many requests as you please) #25: “You're unbelievably sexy. It's unfair, actually."

Type: I wouldn't even say fluff, it's kinda just funny

Warning: None!

Enjoy under the cut

“That’s the fourth prostitute this evening,” Aaron grumbled, and Spencer glanced at him as they walked around the streets. They were investigating another serial killer targeting high-risk victims, and they had to talk to a number of sex workers to try and narrow the guy down. This time, however, Aaron was the one getting propositioned and special offers.

“Well, it’s to be expected when working with women who get their money from sex,” Spencer shrugged. “They see a good looking man, he’s in a high tailored suit so that means money, and they try and used themselves to get some money.”

“I guess I just figured they’d be more attracted to someone younger,” Aaron shrugged.

“Age doesn’t tend to matter,” Spencer explained. “If they’re getting money, they’re getting what they want.”

Aaron simply nodded, and after speaking to another prostitute, Spencer’s point was proven once again. Luckily that was the final one for the night before the team reconvened, and then finally back to the hotel to rest and have fresh brains for the morning.

Surprisingly, Aaron got another proposition outside of their hotel.

“Jesus, it’s like they flocked to me tonight,” Aaron said as they walked into their room.

“Can you blame them? You're unbelievably sexy. It's unfair, actually. If you want me to be absolutely honest,” Spencer said, setting his satchel down.

"Excuse me?" Aaron asked though he chuckled softly. So he was off-put, but not upset. Duly-noted. Spencer turned to look back over at him.

"What? Would you prefer I lie?" Spencer asked, and Aaron quirked an eyebrow in interest. "Hotch, objectively, you're a very attractive man. Especially to women. Even down to your bone structure, the jawline, cheekbones, all of it. The broad shoulders definitely aren't hurting your looks, and while you're quiet, a look from you can silence a room. So, you're authoritative without even trying or in an abusive way."

"You called me sexy," Aaron said.

"Yeah, that too," Spencer said undoing his sweater vest and tossing it on top of his travel bag, he'd take care of it later he was too mentally tired to deal with it at the moment, or at least that's what he told himself as he removed his tie and tossed it with the vest, sitting down on the hotel couch. "If not for the money aspect, the suit kinda betrays you there like I said earlier, all of the things I just said about you push you in a sexually attractive or exciting way... hence; sexy."

"So... you find me sexually attractive or exciting?" Aaron asked, and Spencer paused for a moment, turning his head as if he were thinking about it.

"If you weren't my boss, and I didn't know you like I do... yes," Spencer settled on. "But, because I respect you, and you are my superior, I'll just tell you that I do find you objectively attractive, as are pretty much everyone on this team."

"Objectively," Aaron solidified.

"Objectively," He finalized before looking down at the case file he'd just pulled out of his bag.

[reasonablerodents]

prompt: hotchreid breathplay w hotch as the one getting choked (ignore if 2 spicy)

Luckily for you, this blog is a digital den of inquity, and by god I’ll deliver! I’m developing a certain fondness for like… sadist Spencer who’ll fight for control. A mean cat, as I put it in here. Good for him. This was so much fun <3

(If anyone’s wondering, yes nsfw requests are allowed! Rat boy is a goddamn sinner.)

Atrocity Exhibition (E)

Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Breathplay, BDSM

CW: consensual violence

* * * * * * * * * *

He has to admit, Spencer is far stronger than he appears. At least, he is when he’s on top with a hand around Hotch’s throat.

Spencer’s completely fascinated by the way Hotch’s face turns redder, the way his lips twitch as he whimpers quietly, unable to get the air he needs. He seems to approach it almost scientifically, seeing how long Hotch can take it before he has to let go again, thrusting himself down hard when he watches Hotch take a deep gasp in, stroking himself quickly with one hand.

He brings the other hand to Hotch’s face, caressing his jaw gently. Hotch can feel the incoming slap before Spencer even pulls back- he’s almost too predictable, really. They both moan at the impact; Spencer’s eyes glittering and wide with dangerous lust. He’s got to be close now, his strokes are more erratic, the academic precision becoming lost to something far more primal.

The way that Spencer got off on his pain was a little strange, a little scary, but still ridiculously attractive. He wasn’t a classic dominant- and often wasn’t dominant in the slightest- but more like a cat toying with something he knew could bite back, seeing if Hotch would try and stop him.

Hotch, of course, isn’t going to do that today. He likes this just as much as Spencer does.

That’s why, when the hand goes back to his throat, he thrusts upwards as his head starts to spin again, using everything in his power to go as hard and deep as he knows Spencer wants it, how they both want it

His vision is blurred by the time he feels Spencer tighten around him with a loud groan, and then there’s the warmth of his release all over Hotch’s face and chest; dirty, humiliating, erotic.

As soon as Spencer lets him breathe again, Hotch cums too.

[some-little-infamy]

𝐻𝑒𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊!

𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 '𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉?

𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪?

Myself and my spouse are taking fic requests off of the 'tober lists below:

Flufftober Whumptober / Angstober Kinktober

Pricing: $3 minimum per fic. Higher donations will be prioritized in time and word count.

@thatnerdemryn (Ko-Fi | GoFundMe)

Emryn's Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1 Lone Star, Teen Wolf, Shadowhunters, Stranger Things, Criminal Minds, RWRB, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, New Girl, others by request. Emryn's Faves: Femslash (any pairing), Buddie, Steddie, Sterek, Malec, Hotchreid, trans/enby characters. Emryn Won't Write: Underage smut, canonically queer characters shipped with a sex they’re not normally attracted to, Billy Hargrove.

@bytheangell | @some-little-infamy (Ko-Fi | GoFundMe)

Elle's Fandoms: Shadowhunters (tv & book verse), 9-1-1, Stranger Things, Critical Role (C2), RWRB, Teen Wolf, New Girl, others by request. Elle's Faves: Literally everything. I love the usual ships but I adore rare-pairs and gen fics, too! Elle Won't Write: Underage smut, canonically queer characters shipped with a sex they’re not normally attracted to.

*Elle and Emryn reserve the right to deny any prompts that they don't vibe with. It's a very small chance, but never zero.

[sparkandwolf]

𝐻𝑒𝓎, 𝓎𝑜𝓊!

𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 '𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝑔𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓉?

𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪?

Myself and my spouse are taking fic requests off of the 'tober lists below:

Flufftober Whumptober / Angstober Kinktober

Pricing: $3 minimum per fic. Higher donations will be prioritized in time and word count.

@sparkandwolf (Ko-Fi | GoFundMe)

Emryn's Fandoms: 9-1-1, 9-1-1 Lone Star, Teen Wolf, Shadowhunters, Stranger Things, Criminal Minds, RWRB, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, New Girl, others by request. Emryn's Faves: Femslash (any pairing), Buddie, Steddie, Sterek, Malec, Hotchreid, trans/enby characters. Emryn Won't Write: Underage smut, canonically queer characters shipped with a sex they’re not normally attracted to, Billy Hargrove.

@some-little-infamy (Ko-Fi | GoFundMe)

Elle's Fandoms: Shadowhunters (tv & book verse), 9-1-1, Stranger Things, Critical Role (C2), RWRB, Teen Wolf, New Girl, others by request. Elle's Faves: Literally everything. Elle Won't Write: Underage smut, canonically queer characters shipped with a sex they’re not normally attracted to.

*Elle and Emryn reserve the right to deny any prompts that they don't vibe with. It's a very small chance, but never zero.