#aaron hotchner x spencer reid

[her-soliloquies]

So remember when we found out Hotch pulled this stunt in season one?

And remember when two seasons later Reid did this?

Yeah that's Reid literally looking up to Hotch

1×17 | 3×16

[golden1u5t]

wait your turn | a.r x s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: having two partners is great and very fun until you're stuck on the sidelines while they have all the fun.

it was a little after 7pm when you were getting home from work and usually you'd be greeted by aaron and spencer on the days they weren't on a case. your eyebrows furrowed as you set your bag down on the kitchen table and pulled out your phone, you hadn't gotten any messages from either of them saying they got pulled away to a case and plus, you could hear the tv playing from in the living room.

brushing it off, you set your phone down on the counter and headed down the hall to your bedroom. though, as you got closer to the door you could start to hear small grunts and groans coming from the other side of the door. as soon as you walked in aarons head snapped up, though a small smirk played on his lips once you locked eyes.

"hi, honey. how was work?" he asked as if he wasn't fucking spencer into the mattress. you couldn't ignore it though, your eyes were trained on the way spencer was trying to jerk himself off in time with aarons thrust but he couldn't keep up and you felt a pang of jealousy shoot through you because that was usually your job, you usually laid under him and stroked his cock or you laid under him with his cock nestled deep in your cunt while aaron fucked him.

choosing to ignore him, you quickly started to pull your clothes off until you were only in your panties. you made your way to the bed and kneeled beside aaron, cupping his face and turning his head so that you could kiss him. after being satisfied with kissing him you pulled your panties off and tossed them somewhere across the room so that you could situate yourself under spencer and pull him into a searing kiss.

you swallowed all of his whines and whimpers until he pulled away to rest his head against your chest. the second you wrapped your legs around spencers waist, aaron swatted your legs away.

"wait your turn, love.” aaron knew exactly what you were going to do if he hadn't stopped you and he could've let you but he wanted to see you squirm and pout. "he's all yours once i'm done."

"that's not fair." now it was your turn to let out a whine but still, you laid back against the pillows and waited for your turn. it wasn't often one of you had to sit on the sidelines while the other two got to do something, you all liked to be together and as close as you can get to each other.

when you were put on the sidelines you like how you could clearly see how they treated each other during intimate moments like this, not just taking turns making sure you felt the most pleasure the entire time.

"fuck- fuck- fuck-" aaron hissed out as he quickly pulled out of spencer, his head falling back as he quickly stroked his cock over him until he was cumming all over his backside. spencer let out a soft whine as his own orgasm died down. you watched how hard his chest rose and fell until he came back down, he moved from behind spencer and sat at the edge of the bed to fully regain himself.

"you think you can fuck me now or do you need some time, baby?" you asked spencer, pressing your lips to the side of his head. he lifted himself up on shaky arms to look at you, you reached up and pushed away the hairs that were stuck against his skin.

"yes, please. i wanna feel you." he nodded his head quickly but waited until you gave him the go ahead, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him into you. spencer took ahold of his cock and guided through your slick a few times-even though you both were wet enough-before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing into your warmth.

the gasp that came from both of you blended together perfectly as he bottomed out. spencer's ducked down and he tucked his head into the crook of your neck while your hand went straight into his hair. he took a moment to calm himself down before he started to pull his hips back and fuck into you, he didn't want to cum so fast but then again he hardly didn't get a break from when aaron was in him to being in you.

spencer lifted his head up and crashed his lips into yours, the kiss was sloppy and urgent but that made it all the more better. while you two were caught up in each other, you hadn't even noticed that aaron wasn't in the room anymore. spencer lifted himself up and tucked his hands under your thighs so he could pull your legs over his shoulders.

as spencer leaned back over you his cock slid deeper into your walls. you eyes practically rolled back in your head as the tip of his cock started to repeatedly stamp your spot. "right there, spence. fuck- just like that, good boy."

a soft cry left his lips at the praise and at the feeling of your walls clenching down on his cock, almost pushing him out. soon enough, you were moaning out his name as your release rushed through you and he was pulling out to cum over your pussy.

despite the sticky mess he made, spencer let your legs fall back down onto the bed and he fully laid himself on top of you. you both laid there with your eyes closed until aaron came back with warm cloths to clean you both up.

[cherryspence]

the whole bau was in love with spencer at one point

[irenehrisrio]

On the Jet

I've always been thinking of a romantic and cozy scene, normally after BAU working out a case, Hotch and Reid would sit together on the jet. Our unit chief would open a book in the so-called 'couple reading' that Dr. Reid recommended and asked him to share opinions on it last night. Reid was too tired to keep awake as Hotch interrupted his coffee abuse for now. Reid lay down on Hotch's lap and was between the mood of sound sleep and observing his boss secretly.

The second piece is some lovely casual daily.

both by an artist I invited to draw out my ideas about Hotchreid. personal commission art sharing with hotchreid girls☺likes,reblogs and comments are warmly welcomed but no extra use please.

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Criminal Minds Masterlist

List of all my Criminal Minds fics (my roots!). Functions the same as all my masterlists: * indicates mentions of smut and ** indicates smut

Aaron Hotchner

Upstairs Neighbor** - Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Missing - Aaron and Jack Hotchner

Presents* - Aaron Hotchner x Sugar Baby!Fem Reader

Hotshot, Part 2: Irreplaceable, Part 3: Dusty Memories, Part 4: Waffles, Part 5: Second Chance - Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Army!OC

Sleep on the Floor** - Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Work Divorce - Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader fluff - The Interlude (angst)

Spencer Reid

Hair Cuts** - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

The Newest Reid - Dad!Spencer

Last Night** - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Skates - Spencer Reid x Reader

Deserve This - Spencer Reid x Reader

Jealous - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

So Addicted** - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Need You Now - Spencer Reid x Reader

Coffee Bean - Spencer Reid x Reader

Normal Neighbors (Part 2) - Retired!Spencer

Something’s Up* - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Oh, Baby* (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Sing Us a Song - Spencer Reid x Reader

Phone Numbers - Spencer Reid x Reader

Emily Prentiss

Hot Showers** - Emily Prentiss x BlindFem!Reader

Time Will Tell - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Little Victories - Emily Prentiss x Reader 

Hallway Kisses - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Red - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Courted - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Other

Winners** - Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader

Knights of Quantico - Camelot!BAU

Best Friend(s) - BAU Cuddles

Warning - Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid

[jareaulover]

When reid started rambling to Hotch in s7e7 and ge just goes, "I'm rambling, aren't I?" And hotch just goes "yes"

It's so soft and sweet. Hotch is so much nicer about it. He would have listened to whatever Reid had to say..

It just makes me happy.

[circussbeetle]

I post hotchreid content for me and the three other mfers that r still here ily guys mwah

[foxy-eva]

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner Holiday Headcanons

for @coastalchutoy as part of my New Year's Celebration

After Spencer finished knitting the scarf for his Doctor Who cosplay he starts working on a Christmas sweater for Aaron. It takes him a long time since they spend a lot of time with each other and he wants to keep it a secret, but he finishes it right before the holidays.

Aaron is genuinely happy about the surprise and wears the sweater every chance he gets.

To everyone's surprise, Aaron actually wears the sweater to the holiday party at the BAU (even though it is hideous).

Aaron knows that Spencer didn't really celebrate Christmas as a child due to his mother's illness, so he really wants him to feel loved around the holidays. They spend as much quality time as possible.

The first time Aaron and Spencer go on a walk to look at all the decorated houses in the neighborhood, it warms both of their hearts to be able to spend this time of year together.

Spencer quickly becomes part of every holiday tradition Aaron has with his son. Spencer is there to decorate the tree with them, to go visit Santa in the mall and to bake cookies.

Even though Spencer helped packing all the present, he still displays a similar child-like wonder in his eyes as Jack when the whole family enters the living room on Christmas morning.

On New Year's Eve Spencer confesses to Aaron that he had never had a New Year's kiss before. Of course that would change that night.

Author's Note: I made this post for my current celebration. Please note that I don't usually take requests for mlm ships!

[hoe4hotchner]

A father's embrace [A.H + S.R]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘪𝘥 𝘊𝘞: 𝘌𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳-𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘞𝘊: 1.5𝘬

𝘐𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 ;)

           The precinct was quiet. The air, thick with the hum of fluorescent lights that settled over the bullpen like a fog that neither time nor energy could quite dissolve. The latest case had been brutal, as most were, but this one had left a mark. Spencer sat at a desk, trying to gather his thoughts. Papers were scattered in front of him, and his slender fingers hovered above a report he couldn’t bring himself to finish.

           He sighed, a low, trembling breath that cut through the quiet of the office. His mind was a whirlwind of self-doubt. The case had hit too close to home - too many questions, too many missed signs. Reid’s eidetic memory, once a gift, felt like a curse as it replayed every moment of the case: every clue he hadn’t pieced together in time, every victim that might have been saved. His chest tightened with guilt.

           He slumped forward, burying his face in his hands. I’m not cut out for this. Maybe… maybe I was never meant to be here.

           I can’t do this anymore.

           I don’t deserve to be here.

           Hotch could feel the weight of the room even before he walked in.

           His eyes scanned the bullpen from the doorway, and they landed on Spencer almost immediately. The young agent had been quieter than usual lately, more withdrawn. Hotch had noticed. He always noticed. But something about tonight felt different.

           Hotch, had built his career on reading people, but reading Spencer was different. He wasn’t just another agent. He was practically a son, someone Hotch had taken under his wing, guided through the darkest parts of the job - and life. Yet now, as he observed Spencer from a distance, Hotch’s chest tightened with the kind of worry only a father could feel.

           With a quiet breath, he crossed the room and approached Spencer at the desk, his footsteps soft on the linoleum floor.

           “Reid?” he asked gently, his voice cutting through the silence.

           Spencer jolted upright, startled, quickly brushing his hands over his face, as if that would erase the traces of his emotional exhaustion. His mind immediately went into overdrive, trying to pull together some semblance of normalcy.

           “Oh, uh, Hotch,” he stammered, sitting up straighter, forcing a tight smile. “I was just… I mean, I’m working on the report.”

           But the lie fell flat between them. Reid’s face couldn’t hide the storm brewing beneath the surface. He avoided Hotch’s gaze, staring instead at the cluttered papers in front of him as if they held all the answers he’d been searching for.

           Hotch didn’t say anything for a moment, letting the silence fill the space. Spencer felt it closing in, the weight of his doubt crushing him from within.

           “I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore, Hotch,” Reid finally whispered, his voice barely audible. “Maybe I was never meant to be an agent. Maybe I’m just not… strong enough.”

           His words came out in a rush, tinged with the kind of fear that had been building inside him for years, ever since he joined the team. The fear that he was the weak link, the one who didn’t belong. The brilliant mind, sure, but not the kind of agent who could save lives in the field, not the sort of agent Hotch needed.

           “I let everyone down.”

           The confession was like a knife in Hotch’s chest.

           He had seen Spencer doubt himself before - questioning his place, his value. It wasn’t uncommon for someone as intelligent as Reid to feel the weight of the world pressing down, but this felt deeper. Hotch could see the cracks in Spencer’s armor, the weariness in his shoulders, and it broke him in ways he hadn’t expected.

           “You’re wrong,” Hotch said, his voice calm but firm. He reached out and gently placed a hand on the desk, a grounding gesture. “You didn’t let anyone down, Reid.”

           Spencer didn’t respond, his head still bowed, his knuckles white as they gripped the edge of the desk. Hotch could tell he wasn’t listening. Not really. He was trapped in his own mind, drowning in the doubts and fears that had been eating away at him for months, maybe even years at this point.

           “I’ve been doing this job for a long time,” Hotch continued, his tone softer now. “I’ve seen agents come and go. Some of the best, some of the worst. But none of them - none of them - have the heart you do, not even the brain you have, Spencer.”

           Hotch paused, choosing his words carefully, the way a father would when trying to protect his child from the world's harshness. “You’ve saved more lives than you’ll ever know. You’ve brought hope to people who had none, and you’ve done it with compassion. Intelligence is only part of this job. What makes you irreplaceable is your heart, Reid. That’s something you can’t teach.”

           Spencer’s throat tightened, a lump forming as Hotch’s words washed over him. He didn’t feel irreplaceable. He felt like a fraud, an imposter who had somehow managed to slip through the cracks and into the BAU, where he didn’t belong. The words “compassion” and “heart” felt foreign to him. All he could see were the faces of the people he hadn’t been able to save.

           “But I wasn’t fast enough,” Spencer muttered, his voice breaking. “I wasn’t… good enough.”

           The memories flashed before his eyes again - moments of hesitation, of uncertainty. He had second-guessed himself, and people had died because of it. How could Hotch, of all people, not see that?

           “I should’ve known. I should’ve done more,” he added, his voice rising in frustration, the emotion bubbling to the surface. “What kind of agent doesn’t even trust his own instincts?”

           Hotch could feel the frustration, the pain in Spencer’s voice, and it cut him deeply.

           Spencer was always so hard on himself, expecting perfection in a world where perfection didn’t exist. But Hotch knew all too well that it was that very drive, that need to be better, that made Spencer one of the best. Not just a great agent, but a good man. And Hotch couldn’t stand to see him breaking under the weight of expectations - expectations he didn’t deserve to carry alone.

           “I know you feel like you failed,” Hotch said, his voice low, steady, grounding Spencer with each word. “But you didn’t. Every agent has moments of doubt, moments where they question whether they’re doing enough. You’re not alone in that.”

           Hotch stepped closer, lowering his voice, making sure Spencer was really hearing him. “But you need to understand something, Spencer. You’re not just good enough - you’re exactly who this team needs. You’re who we need. Without you, we couldn't have cracked this case.”

           His hand found its way to Spencer’s shoulder, a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “You’ve seen the darkness out there, and yet you still find a way to see the good in people. That’s not weakness - that’s strength. You care, and that’s why you belong here. Because we need more people who care.”

           The touch on his shoulder grounded Spencer in a way he hadn’t realized he needed. Hotch’s words echoed in his mind, cutting through the layers of doubt and fear that had been suffocating him. You’re who we need. He’d never heard Hotch say anything like that before, and the sincerity in his voice made Spencer’s heart tighten.

           He swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. It wasn’t just about the job - it was about being part of something, part of a family. And in that moment, Spencer realized how much he valued Hotch’s opinion of him, how much he looked up to him. Hotch wasn’t just his boss; he was the father Spencer had never really had. The man who believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself.

           “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Spencer whispered, the vulnerability in his voice almost breaking him. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

           Hotch felt a surge of emotion he hadn’t expected.

           Spencer’s apology wasn’t necessary. He had nothing to apologize for, but Hotch knew where it was coming from. The weight of doubt and insecurity had been crushing the young man for so long, and he had felt like he was failing not only himself but the people he cared about.

           “You don’t have to be sorry, Spencer,” Hotch said quietly, his hand still firm on his shoulder. “You’re stronger than you know. You’re going to make mistakes, we all do. But that doesn’t change who you are or what you’re capable of.”

           Hotch hesitated for a moment, then added, “I’m proud of you. I always have been.”

           That was it. The floodgates opened. Spencer couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He bowed his head, trying to hide the emotion, but he couldn’t stop the sob that escaped him. Hotch’s words had cut through all the layers of doubt and insecurity, and the weight of them - the idea that he was proud of him was too much to bear.

           Before Spencer could even think, he felt Hotch pull him into a hug. It was awkward at first, uncertain, but Spencer didn’t resist. He clung to Hotch, burying his face in his shoulder, the tears flowing freely now. He hadn’t realized how much he had needed this.

[starzzyeyed]

Take My Breath Away (And Make It Last Forever Babe)

This is for @andiebeaword 's 3k celebration contest!! I actually got this finished on time, which impressed even me despite the fact that it's so short. I also never post fics to tumblr so my apologies if there's formatting issues.

The prompt I chose was "Does the sight of me wanting you drive you crazy?"

Summary: Spencer finds himself a little bit distracted during a case wondering just how it would feel to be wrapped up in Hotch's strong arms and kissed by his lips.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None that I can think of. There's brief allusions to sex but it's not mentioned in any depth.

Word Count: 1.5k

There’s nothing he wants more than the feel of Hotch’s lips on his.

He knows, should his thoughts ever somehow accidentally leak from his brain and become public knowledge, that Morgan would most likely snigger and tell him he’s sure Spencer would like the feel of those lips a few other places as well, but he’s not thinking about that right now.

All he’s capable of focusing on at this moment in time, is what it would feel like for Hotch to kiss him.

And that’s before he even begins to think about Hotch’s arms.

Strong, muscular biceps, thick and prominent veins responsible for carrying the blood that keeps him alive and fit running up and down his forearms, visible in what is a rare occasion of Hotch having chosen to have his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the heat of the Texas summer forcing him to forgo his usual full suit attire.

He knows he’s staring, and he’s been staring for the past four minutes and thirty- seven seconds and yet he can’t seem to bring himself to stop.

Hotch is leant over the table, photos and evidence spread across every square inch of the laminated surface in front of him with a hand planted either side of the journal that they know holds the final puzzle piece, if only they could figure it out.

Spencer’s glad he has the file cabinet to lean against because he’s not sure his legs could hold him up if he didn’t, and he doesn’t want to make his attraction any more obvious than it clearly already is to anyone with a pair of eyes in the same room as him.

“Earth to Reid.”

Spencer jumps, knocking over a stack of folders with his elbow that clatter to the hardwood floor underneath, making him jump again. He hears Morgan laughing in the background as he bends down to pick them up, his cheeks burning as he clears his throat and looks back over to the table, to where Hotch is now watching him with a small, barely there smile.

“Hmm?” he tries, aiming for casual even though he knows he can’t hide the way his pupils are undoubtedly dilated, and that’s without even mentioning his inexplicable clumsiness, which is extreme even by the normal Spencer Reid standards.

“Hotch asked you a question, genius,” Morgan teases, still laughing, and Spencer forces his gaze up from the floor to the very person he’s spent the past six minutes and forty-two seconds staring at. Not just staring at Hotch as a person, in fact; staring with all of his focus on Hotch’s arms.

“What did you say the link is between the victims hair?” Hotch asks, that small smile still playing on his lips, and Spencer feels as though his cheeks are on fire.

“They all purchased the same brand of rinse out box dye,” Spencer begins, finding his voice and rattling off the information he knows that’s actually relevant to the case, rather than the information his brain has spent the last seven minutes and fifty-one seconds hyper-focussing on.

Information like the way he just knows Hotch could pick him up in those strong and muscular arms, perhaps even just on one arm like a bodybuilder lifting a weight. The way he imagines himself far too often being carried bridal style in those arms, with Hotch looking down at him from above with that same small, barely there smile that he had on his face a moment ago. The way he knows without question the safety and security he would feel with those arms wrapped around him, holding him, carrying him; keeping him protected from all the criminals they come up against on a daily basis, all the lowlifes they take off the streets to protect others.

Spencer blinks himself back to the present moment, clearing his throat as he looks up at Hotch again, at Hotch’s face, forcing himself not to let his attention drift back to those well-muscled arms that he so desperately wants to feel wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly against the filing cabinet that’s by now supporting practically all of his weight as he struggles to keep his focus on what’s actually going on right now, as opposed to what’s happening in his imagination.

The problem with looking so directly at Hotch’s face, though, is that now he finds his gaze drifting back to Hotch’s lips again, once again imagining how those lips would feel pressed against his, how it would feel to kiss Hotch, how it would feel for Hotch to kiss him.

The thought alone is making him slightly breathless, and if he carries on like this he’s going to end up with his body outing him to the rest of his team, so he clears his throat again and mutters a quiet, “excuse me,” when it’s clear that no one in the room needs any more information from him for the moment, before he slips out of the office and down the hall.

He makes it two corridors away before he leans back against the wall and lets out a shaky sigh, willing his body to get itself back under control before he’s forced to do something he desperately doesn’t want to and take himself into the men’s bathrooms to take of himself.

He doesn’t get the chance to finish deciding what to do, though, because a moment later there’s the sound of footsteps and Spencer presses himself even further back into the wall behind him, hoping he’s at least somewhat hidden by the cabinets on either side of him. Apparently he’s not hidden enough though, because the footsteps stop right in front of the filing cabinet to his left and someone clears their throat.

Spencer’s in the process of deciding if he can come up with a sufficient lie for why he’s hiding behind a filing cabinet in a local police precinct, or whether he can turn around to this person and ask them why they’re questioning him, a highly trained and admired member of one of the most respected sections of the FBI, when it dawns on him that he knows that voice, even if the person hasn’t technically spoken.

“H-Hotch? What are you doing here?” he asks, stepping out of his hiding place and slowly lifting his gaze from the polished black shoes in front of him to the amused expression on his boss’s face.

Shit.

He doesn’t even need to hear Hotch’s response to know that he’s been caught out, and he’s already forming explanations and excuses and apologies in his mind, ready to spill the moment Hotch starts talking because he’s definitely going to lose his job over this, when the sound of Hotch’s laughter finally reaches his ears.

Great, now he’s laughing at me, Spencer thinks, his cheeks heating up as he begins stammering out apologies.

“I’m so, so sorry, Hotch, I don’t… I don’t know what got into me. Well, no, that’s not technically true, I mean… I do know, obviously, it’s you… no, it’s just, well, you got into my mind, that’s all, and I-”

He doesn’t get any further than that before Hotch leans forwards and shuts him up with a kiss, pressing him back against the wall behind him as his arms, oh, those arms, circle around his waist and keep him locked in position against the wall behind him, as those lips press against his and kiss him, and if Spencer could actually form a coherent thought it would be that he’s definitely died and gone to heaven, because there’s just no way that this is happening to him.

When Hotch finally pulls away, Spencer’s panting for breath and his head his spinning and if he didn’t have a tent in the front of his pants before he definitely does now. But, as he’s looking at Hotch, raking his eyes across the body of his boss as the other man smiles and raises an amused eyebrow at him, he sees a similar tent in the front of Hotch’s suit trousers, and he raises his own eyebrow back in shocked disbelief.

“What?” Hotch asks, chuckling at Spencer disbelieving expression, “did you really think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at me in there?”

Spencer’s still getting his breath back, but he manages to grin at Hotch, leaning forwards and wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck while he breathlessly asks, “does the sight of me wanting you drive you crazy?”

Hotch just laughs softly, kissing Spencer softly again before he nods.

“Evidently, yes,” he replies and Spencer grins wider, running a hand through his hair as he tries to come to terms with this development. Fortunately, Hotch is one step ahead of him, because when he looks back down from the ceiling Hotch is holding a hand out towards him that Spencer hesitantly takes.

“Are you free for dinner tomorrow night, assuming we solve this case? Say, 8pm?” he asks and Spencer nods shy smile.

“That sounds perfect,” he replies, walking hand in hand with Hotch back to the conference room.

He’s never been so happy for a case to be solved quickly.

[heehawheehawheehaw]

If you have season 12/post season 12 Hotch/reid fic recs I would love to have the links!!!!!!!

[golden1u5t]

date night | a.h x s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: no

ꨄ genre: smut pure filth

ꨄ summary: it’s supposed to be date night with just you and spencer but that quickly ended when a guy started to flirt with you

today was supposed to be you and spencer's day together without aaron, you were supposed to go see a movie at the mall. you made it to the mall but not to the movie. spencer had dragged you out back to the car before you could enter the theater, mumbling about how you just couldn't help but flirt with every guy you saw. you were quite upset that you didn't get to see the movie you were supposed to see but you knew what would come when you got home.

tt all started with you wearing a skirt that barley covered the top of your thighs out, he just got angrier the second that guy came up to you at the ice cream parlor, complimenting your fairly short skirt. he had clearly been checking you out, his eyes never leaving your exposed thighs. but that wasn't what really set spencer off, it was what you said to him when he stepped between you and that guy.

you had made sure to sound as innocent as possible when you let the words fall from your lips, "he's just being polite, spence. here I can give you my number, we can be friends, right?"

the answer was no, no you couldn't be friends with him and spencer made sure to make it known to him and the entire car ride home. you watched his grip on the steering wheel tighten with each glance he managed to take at you. spencer hated the idea of other men, besides aaron, looking at you the way he did; fantasizing about you the way he did. in the back of his mind he knew he didn't really have anything to worry about because he knew that he and aaron took good care of you when they were home and even when they were gone on a case. they made sure they would call you every night when they were gone, to make sure you ate and to talk you through your release when you needed it.

the point is that spencer knew he didn't have to worry about you wanting another man but he was still angry over other men wanting you. thats why instead of letting it go and making you change your clothes when you got home, he pushed you into aarons home office.

"i thought you two were seeing-"

"tell him what you did." spencer cut aaron off and nudged you towards him. you walked forward and perched yourself on aaron's knee while he looked between you and Spencer.

"i didn't do anything." you shrugged, aaron pulled you closer to him so you were sitting on his lap instead of his knee. spencer almost burst with how angry he was but instead of playing into your little game he pressed his lips into a line and nodded his head.

"fine. i guess you just won't get to cum for the next two weeks then we'll see if you can remember what you did." he turned around and started to walk out of the office. aaron chose not to say anything because he knew you wouldn't last two weeks without having an orgasm, you could hardly go two days without one.

"wait!" you squealed. spencer turned around and tilted his head to the side, waiting for you to finally admit to your mistake. you turned to face aaron with a frown on your face and begin to tell him all about your interaction at the mall.

aaron listened to you without interrupting but he was growing angrier with each second that passed, his hands tightening on your hips and the crease between his eyebrows becoming more prominent. spencer stood at the door with his hands in his pockets while he listened to you talk, he was starting to feel himself get mad again from listening to you re-tell what happened.

once you finished explaining what happened, aaron didn't say anything other than for you to go to your bedroom. you knew better than to challenge him so you slid off of his lap and did what he said but not without getting a slap on the ass from spencer.

"i can't believe she would do that, you should have been there. that guy was practically eye-fucking her." spencer huffed and rolled his eyes.

"i can. we just got back from a week and a half long case, she's acting out because she's needy." aaron chuckled and stood up, walking over to spencer and putting a hand on his arm. "come on."

when you heard their footsteps coming down the hall you quickly fixed yourself up and sat on your legs in the middle of the bed, your hands fisting the ends of your skirt. the door opened and they both walked in, your panties dampened at the sight of their stern faces. getting punished after a week of not being properly touched was always your favorite, especially getting all the love they gave you afterwards.

"take everything off except your skirt." spencer grumbled, unbuckling his belt. you got off of the bed and stood in front of them while you rid yourself of your clothes. you barely got your panties off before spencer was picking you up and situating you on the bed just how he wanted you. he didn't waste any time teasing you before his head was buried between your legs, his hands gripping onto your thighs to keep them open.

your eyes closed and a loud moan tore through your throat as he lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. you couldn't see aaron but you could hear his belt and his pants being taken off. aaron pulled his cock from its confinements and stepped closer to you. he ran the tip of his cock over your pouty lips, spreading his precum over your lips.

"open your mouth for me, since you love to open it for other men." you whimpered at his harsh words but still opened your mouth to invite him in.

aaron let out a hiss of pleasure at the wetness and warmth of your mouth, he let his hands cup your head to hold it still while he started to thrust into your mouth. spencer was making sure he touched every part of your pussy with his tongue and fingers, his slender fingers pumped in and out of you and curled every so often.

you moaned and whined around aaron's cock, the vibrations sending shocks up his spine as he moaned out from above you. aaron pulled his cock out until just the tip was between your lips and slammed back in, not too hard since he didn't want to hurt you but just enough to have you gagging. spencer wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, your orgasm was approaching quickly. you started to squirm around, more moans came out around aarons cock.

"shit- gonna cum down your throat, okay? you're gonna take it like a good girl, yeah." aaron groaned, the vibrations from your moans were pushing him over the edge quicker than he'd like. you weren't the only one affected by the time they spent away. sure, aaron and spencer had each other and they could get each other off if they wanted to but they liked to keep it fair and wait until they got home to you.

you nodded the best you could and cried out one last time before your orgasm washed over you. aaron pushed his cock deep into your mouth, ropes of hot cum shooting down your throat. he quickly pulled out when you moaned around him, not wanting to get overstimulated.

spencer moaned into your cunt and pulled away, your juices dripping down his chin. aaron helped you sit up and get further onto the bed before flipping you on your back. spencer got off of the bed and finished taking off his clothes while you and aaron kissed. he felt himself getting incredibly harder from hearing your gasps and aaron's groans.

even though he was more on the dominant side, spencer was still very needy. he let you two have your moment but he would need his sooner or later which is why he tugged on aarons shirt until he pulled away from you. you watched spencer take aaron's shirt off and press their lips together. you were happy that you got to have them both all to yourself. your relationship with them was filled with so much love and affection, a lot of mind blowing sex too.

you couldn't help but to let your hand travel down to your dripping cunt and play with your clit, hoping they wouldn't notice. of course they noticed, even with their eyes close because they knew you too well. they know you can't sit and watch while not receiving any pleasure, it was nearly impossible for you.

"go get the handcuffs." aaron told spencer when he finally pulled away. spencer took one look at you and nodded his head, leaving to get the fuzzy, pink handcuffs they had bought for times like this, times that they knew you wouldn't follow the rules.

"daddy, i don't need them- i won't touch anymore, I promise." you pouted at aaron when spencer came back holding the handcuffs. they both scoffed and shook their heads, they knew you were just saying that because you've done it plenty of times before.

"hands up." spencer got back on the bed and put your hands above your head, he clasp the locks together and adjusted them to where they wouldn't hurt you too much. you huffed and rolled your eyes, patiently waiting while they decided who would get to fuck your cunt first.

your patience was running out quickly and they were testing how quickly it would. they had already decided that spencer would go first while aaron assisted by touching any other part of you while he recuperated from his last orgasm. they would always do this to you, testing your patience, seeing how long you could hold out.

"sir, can-“

"no." spencer pushed your legs apart to make room for himself, he made sure to push himself close to you so you could feel his wet tip against your clit. he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours for a second.

you whined and tried to move your hips so his cock would rub against you and offer you some friction, give you something. "beg for it."

"please, sir- need you so bad. want your co-" your pleads were cut short when spencer pushed his cock through your entrance, filling you up like he's done many times before. you pulled at your restraints, forgetting for a second that your hands were bound.

aaron sat next to your head and leaned down to spit in your mouth. seeing you swallow aaron's spit made spencer's cock twitch, he quickened his pace, now pounding into you. aaron kissed down your neck and chest, leaving a trail of love bites behind.

"such a greedy slut. you can't just have one, always need two, always needing more. isn't that right, you're just a greedy little slut, hm?" his words were harsh but you knew he didn't mean it, everything he said was out of pure love.

your mouth dropped open in a needy moan, aaron was right, you always wanted more. your eyes shut, not being able to keep them open with aaron's mouth on you and spencer's cock pushing you closer to the edge.

"look at her, aaron. she can't even respond, already fucked out and we're not even half way done with her." spencer pulled out right before you could cum, your eyes snapped open, orgasm dying down in your stomach.

"spenc- sir! I was so close, please let me cum." you whined, tears pricking at your eyes. aaron just laughed at your desperation, sitting up to give spencer room for whatever it was he was planning.

spencer leaned forward and took your handcuffs off so he could flip you over. he motioned for aaron to get in front of you so you could suck his cock while he fucked you from behind. before you could wrap your hand around aaron's cock, spencer had your arms behind your back while driving his cock deeper into you than before.

your moans were quickly muffled by aaron's cock but the sounds of spencer's cock fucking into you and your skin meeting with each thrust. aaron's hands threaded through your hair and guided your mouth on his cock.

he let your arms go and you were grateful until you felt a slap on your ass that would probably bruise later on. spencer brought his hand down on your ass five more times, each one getting harder than the last.

"were you thinking about that guy fucking you like this when you were flirting with him?" aaron groaned, his grip on your hair getting tighter. you shook your head no but that wasn't good enough for him, he needed to hear you say it. aaron pulled you off of his cock, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his tip.

"no, only you and spence-"

before you could finish talking aaron pushed your head back on his cock, not caring that you were still talking.

spencer was truly fucking you stupid, you were drooling on aaron's cock. you were letting them use you for their own pleasure, letting them fuck you until they came.

"gonna cum, baby, fuck- gonna cum inside you. gonna give you my babies-" he was talking himself over the edge, filling his head with images of you carrying his child, letting everyone know you belonged to him (aaron too of course).

you moaned and looked up at aaron while spencer finished inside your cunt, pushing his cum deep so it wouldn't come out. spencer pulled out and let your arms go, landing a hard slap to your ass before he moved aside.

aaron lifted your head off of him and let you fall onto his thigh, you looked at him with wet eyes and a big pout. "make me cum, daddy, please?"

"how could I ever say no to such a pretty face?" he smiled and kissed you, situating you on your back with your legs pushed to your chest. aaron stroked his cock a few times before guiding it into your heat, almost getting dizzy from how tight you were, even after spencer fucked you. you gasped and wrapped your arms around aaron's shoulders, pulling at his hair.

spencer watched as aaron fucked you, getting hard again from the lewd sounds your cunt was making from his cum being fucked back into you. he bit his lower lip and wrapped his hand around his cock, shuffling around so he was hovering over your face. he thought you looked so pretty like this, well, he thinks you're pretty every time of the day but especially like this.

"i'm so close- m'so close." you moaned, opening your eyes to look at spencer. when your brain finally caught up and you realized he was jerking off over your face, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. spencer didn't mean to cum so quickly but when you opened your mouth, inviting him in, he couldn't help it.

"fuck-" he groaned, hips pushing forward while his cum shot over the lower half of your face, getting on your tongue and chin. spencer fell back panting, eyes closed and soft cock resting on his stomach.

"cum with me, y/n." aaron brought his hand down and started to rub your clit. he kissed you while your orgasm came down on you, his not to far behind.

with the mixture of your cum and spencer's, everything was messy and loud. you could hear it all every time aaron drove his cock back into you. soon enough aaron was toppling over the edge, moaning and groaning into your skin while his cock twitched and painted your walls white.

you were extremely tired, in a good way, and satisfied. now all you wanted to do was roll over and cuddle with both of them but they obviously had other plans. after aaron pulled out spencer made sure to get you to the bathroom, rambling on about the statistics of getting a UTI after having sex if you didn't go pee. while spencer made sure you got cleaned up, aaron made sure he changed the sheets and picked you out an outfit for bed.

after getting changed into more comfortable clothes, you got in bed and waited while aaron and spencer cleaned themselves up. when they finished they got in bed next to you and kissed your head.

"you did so good for us."

[cherryspence]

why does spencer look like a frail victorian child in all hotchreid fanart??

[piqtescue]

Compiled list + yt links of some early Thomas Gibson movies

It is literally a crime not to share these with you guys. These are also some of the films that I get most of my edit content from when it comes to younger Thomas. All are full youtube links, no parts. Fav one on the list is definitely where he plays a gay Canadian actor👀

✨More of Thomas's Early Works + Youtube Links can be found here.✨

~The List~

Raising Waylon (2004) Thomas plays Reg, a guy who along with his ex, become guardians to his friend's kid.

Love & Human Remains (1993) Thomas plays David, a failed Canadian actor who is staying with his ex Candy, whom he dated before coming out as homosexual.

The Lost Empire/Monkey King (2001) Thomas plays Nicolas Orton, an American businessman that has lived in China for several years.

The Devil's Child (1997) Thomas plays... um.. Lucifer. Peak "niche movie thomas once starred in"

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Nightmare Street (1998) Thomas plays Dr. Matt Westbrook, and helps guide a confused woman to the truth around her situation. This was a total fever dream but Thomas was adORABLE in it.

hopefully I can find more full movies featuring Thomas up on youtube- enjoy the finds so far!

[fishbrain-glubglub]

She's Not Here

If anyone were to ask the BAU who the epitome of masculinity was, they would all immediately point towards their Unit Chief: SSA Aaron Hotchner.

The man effortlessly oozed masculinity. His solid 6’2” stature framed perfectly in his tailored suits made many mouths water at the sight, daydreaming about the body that lay in waiting underneath. Not a day went by where at least one person hadn't drooled over his stubble-peppered jawline, claiming it was sharp enough to effortlessly cut glass. His signature stoic aura only emphasized his classic alpha male status to any passersby familiar or not to the man. There was no doubt to anyone's mind that Aaron Hotchner was what every man dreamed to be.

But standing in only his boxer briefs in front of his bedroom mirror, all Aaron could see was everything he deemed wasn't manly. His hips were too wide despite being surrounded by well-toned muscle after decades of running and UnSub chasing. His jawline, while covered in stubble not yet shaven, wasn't as sharp as many of his admirers claimed it was. His shoulders, while looking wide and commanding in a sharp suit, felt narrow and small bared for his room to see. His chest bulged in all the wrong ways despite the faint twin scars bordering the bottom of each toned pectoral. Despite the decades of time Aaron had worked to achieve his current form, he could still see her poking through every insecurity he kept hidden, taunting him with the same dark chocolate eyes that sent even the most hardened UnSubs cowering.

A scowl glared back at him in the mirror as he crossed his arms defensively across his chest. The phantom ache of utter wrongness seeping from every inch of his skin began to rapidly bubble to the surface. No matter how hard he tried to quell her from resurfacing, she always managed to seep through the cracks, blasting a neon sign to reveal all of his obvious flaws to the world and to himself. He couldn't seem to shake the ghost of her presence no matter how hard he tried. It was days like this that he wondered why he even tried so hard to be himself, to be comfortable in his own skin.

A tiny flash of silver caught his eye in the mirror before two familiar lanky arms enveloped him from behind, pulling Aaron out from his mental spiral. A calming warmth spread against his backside before the caress of soft lips peppered his shoulders.

“Keep glaring at the mirror like that and it might just confess.”

A soft huff of laughter escaped from Aaron's lips as his gaze left his own and settled on bright amber hues eyeing him lovingly from behind. His arms never left their tight embrace over his chest, but his stance softened significantly. He let his shoulders sag and gently leaned back into the comforting embrace of his husband.

Spencer gave Aaron's torso a soft squeeze, beginning a gentle sway of their body's to a tune unheard by Aaron but calming nonetheless.

They stayed tangled in front of the mirror until Aaron's arm finally fell from their tense state across his chest, turning his back to the mirror and nuzzling his face into the crook of his partner's neck. His hands settled on Spencer's hips as Spencer snaked his hands up his husband's torso before settling around Aaron's neck. They continued to sway to an unknown tune in the comfort of their room hidden safely away from the rest of the world. Aaron was so lost in Spencer's embrace that he hadn't realized he had begun to tremble until he heard his husband begin to gently soothe him.

“Shh, sweetheart. It's okay. I'm right here.” Aaron felt one of Spencer's hands begin to caress the hairs on his neck, causing his already shaky resolve to fracture further. His arms tightened around his husband briefly, desperately trying to cling to any semblance of his hardened stoic mask as he could.

“Aaron.” Spencer's hand left his hair to cup his face, pulling Aaron from the safety of his partner's neck. He kept his gaze down and away from the growing concern in his husband's eyes and tried desperately to reign in his emotions.

Spencer was having none of it. “Aaron,” he repeated, rubbing gentle circles on his husband's trembling cheek. “Honey, please. Talk to me.”

Aaron instinctively shook his head, not wanting to voice his thoughts. If he said them out loud, it meant admitting they were true. He desperately clung to the silence, wanting to cling to his masculinity as long as he could.

Aaron felt his husband sigh. He closed his eyes, mentally preparing for the worst: Spencer telling him he couldn't be with someone so unmanly as Aaron. Spencer withdrawing and leaving him to deal with his internal turmoil on his own. Spencer telling him to suck it up and deal with it like a real man. 

Deep down, Aaron knew these scenarios would never happen. Spencer had seen Aaron at his lowest many times over, had known his deepest secret longer than the rest of the team - save for Rossi who had known since Aaron had originally joined the FBI. They wouldn't have gotten married if Spencer hadn't been confident in their commitment to each other for the rest of their lives.

That still didn't stop Aaron's mind from jumping to the worst at every moment it could.

A gentle hand under his chin snapped Aaron's gaze to his husband's, finding nothing but concern and worry in the comforting amber eyes. Spencer's frown pulled his brow down in a way Aaron wanted to kiss away, instantly hating himself for putting that look on his face.

“Why don't you finish getting ready, okay?” Spencer's hand returned to his cheek, rubbing soothing patterns against the peaking stubble. “I'll be right here when you're ready.”

With a small nod, they untangled themselves from each other before Aaron walked over to his dresser, ignoring the mirror as much as he could. It only took a moment for him to slip on the thin shirt before turning back to their bed.

Spencer had already settled on his side of the bed, watching his partner with caring eyes. Aaron crossed the room quickly, turning off his bedside lamp before slipping under the covers and settling against his husband, holding him as close as he could without suffocating the man.

Aaron was grateful for the few moments Spencer allowed them to stay tightly embraced. He knew he would have to talk about it soon, but for a moment, he could lose himself in the embrace of the man he trusted everything to. He siphoned as much love and comfort he could before Spencer shifted, squirming his way out of Aaron's close embrace and forced their eyes to meet.

No words were spoken at first. Spencer had resumed the comforting patterns on Aaron’s cheek, providing a grounding presence to his inner turmoil. After a few more silent moments, Aaron closed his eyes and braced himself.

“She won’t leave me alone.”

Arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders, pulling Aaron close to the warmth of his husband’s chest. Tears he wasn’t previously aware of began to stream down his face as he took in a ragged breath, all of his pent up emotions flooding to the surface. It was as if the dam holding back all of his frustration broke at the contact. Silent sobs wracked his body as he felt the soothing hum of Spencer’s voice against the man’s chest.

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” Spencer resumed carding gentle fingers through Aaron’s short locks. “She’s not here anymore, remember? She hasn’t been here in a long time. All I see is my amazing, strong, handsome, sexy husband.” A weak wet laugh cut through the quiet sobs. “I’m serious!” Spencer added with a smile in his voice. “Do you know how many men and women I catch eyeing you at the office? Hell, the amount of times I’ve caught Morgan eyeing you out of jealousy in the past two weeks and three days alone should be enough proof. That’s not even mentioning how many whispered conversations I overhear in the bullpen from JJ and Emily on what you look like underneath your suit on a weekly basis. JJ, who is perfectly happy in her marriage to Will, and Emily, who hungrily stares at every woman in a short skirt who walks past her desk. Rossi might seem like a neutral party, but anyone can see the smirk he hides in his morning cup of coffee when you open the door for a poor intern as they practically trip over themselves to follow. Garcia doesn’t even need an explanation. And don’t even get me started on the amount of LEOs I’ve caught eyeing you in your vest. It should be downright sinful to look as rugged as you do with your sleeves rolled up, gun in hand, commanding the scene with only a glare.” Spencer chuckled softly, scratching Aaron’s scalp. “That’s not even touching the amount of glazed over faces I spot when you talk. I’m sure you could get almost an entire room of highly decorated officers to do whatever you wanted with a single command. Any deity knows I would comply to your sultry voice in an instant.”

Laughter had rapidly replaced the sobs shaking Aaron’s body. He hid himself against his husband’s chest, covering his blushing cheeks from Spencer’s generous observations. “Spence,” he whined.

“I swear, Aaron, it’s a good thing you're married. Otherwise, you’d have people throwing themselves left and right at you. You’re the perfect male specimen. Hell, even I’m jealous of you, and I’m the one that married you!”

Aaron couldn’t hold back the eyeroll as he peaked out from his hiding spot. He felt his face split into a wide grin before replaying Spencer’s words in his head, his smile faltering. He glanced away, muttering softly under his breath, feeling himself tense all over again.

“Hey, hey. Don’t do that.” Spencer cupped his face with one hand and forced their eyes to meet. “What’s wrong, love?”

A sigh escaped Aaron’s lips before he whispered, “I’m not the perfect male specimen.”

Spencer’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

Aaron let out a dejected huff. “I’m not the perfect male specimen,” he repeated a little louder. “I can’t even-” His voice cracked. “I don’t have… I couldn’t…” Tears blurred his vision. “Haley had to… Jack isn't even-”

“I’m going to stop you right there, Aaron.” Spencer propped himself up on one elbow, still cradling Aaron’s tear-stricken face with the other. “Whatever you’re thinking about stops right now. You, Aaron Thomas Hotchner-Reid, are that boy’s father. No amount of DNA tests or medical insemination procedures with sperm donors can tell you otherwise. You have raised Jack from the very beginning, and you have done it wonderfully. He is growing into such a bright and confident young man because you are showing him how. You are an amazing father, and I know for a fact that Jack wants to grow up to be just like you.”

Whatever argument Aaron had to counter died on his tongue as Spencer leaned down for a soft kiss. There was no heat or alternative motive behind the gesture. It stayed soft and gentle, soothing Aaron’s inner turmoil. Reaching up, he wrapped Spencer in his arms and pulled the man down to his chest, soaking in the love and care from the contact. They laid together, wrapped in each other’s arms and sharing gentle kisses until the last bit of tension left Aaron’s body. After one more press of their lips, Spencer scooted down his body, snuggling into his chest and resting his ear right over Aaron’s now calm heart.

“Now sleep,” Spencer muttered, already half asleep. “You need your energy to ward off all your admirers at the office and to take your husband on an extra long lunch break tomorrow.”

Aaron frowned. “What are we doing that requires a long lunch break?”

He felt Spencer’s sleepy mischievous smile against his chest “You’re going to prove to me just how manly you are.”

“Oh really?” Aaron couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. “And how am I going to do that?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with a few ideas.”

As Aaron kissed the top of his husband’s head and settled in for the night, he couldn’t help but think of all the ways he would prove Spencer right.

[circussbeetle]

Hotchreid Snippet

I figure since this fic is taking so much longer than i thought it would i may as well post a snippet (that happens to be my favorite scene so far)

Summary: a drunken conversation in a shared cab after a long night

Words: 1.5k

Spencer spots a cab approaching them towards the end of the block, waving his arm until the driver pulls to a stop in front of them. Hotch opens the door for him, always a gentleman, and Spencer slips into the cab as he gives the directions to the driver.

It's only after he’s finished giving his address that he realizes Hotch is still hovering by the open door, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“Are you coming?” Spencer asks with a furrowed brow. Hotch scratches at the back of his neck, lingering.

“I could always catch another one…” he trails off uncertainly, and it clicks for Spencer right then that he never answered Hotch’s earlier question.

He’s still waiting for permission.

“Hotch, it's cold and it’s raining and I can hear my duvet crying for me. Get in the cab.”

Hotch doesn’t try to argue with the finality in Spencer’s demand, climbing in next to him and closing the door with a heavy thunk.

The ride is quiet at first. Spencer leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, listening to the sounds of the raindrops hitting the roof, the wheels hissing as they pass through water pooled on the street below, the wind whipping around the car. It’s peaceful, just enough noise to not be overwhelming but to fill the silence as Spencer adjusts to being away from the overly loud music in the bar.

His limbs feel heavy, his bone marrow interlaced with lead and steel and his legs anchored to the floor like he couldn’t move them if he tried. He can feel the exhaustion of the last case creeping up on him, slowly enveloping him and draining him of his last vestiges of energy.

To avoid falling asleep in the car he opens his eyes and rolls his head to the side, taking in Hotch’s stiff form.

He’s been a little strange all night, rapidly oscillating between relaxed and anxious. He goes from cracking jokes in that dry humor of his- almost flirtatious at times, but Spencer doesn’t allow himself to entertain the thought- to sitting pin straight like he’s got a titanium rod in his spine for seemingly no reason at all.

Spencer thinks that maybe this is just what alcohol does to him; he doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Hotch drink quite as much as he had tonight, at least not since he and Haley were together and she’d come along with them on their nights out.

And it’s not like he’s belligerent by any stretch of imagination- he handles his liquor leagues better than Spencer himself- but Spencer’s rarely even seen him tipsy, let alone genuinely drunk. Then again, it’s nigh impossible to resist the all powerful Penelope Garcia when she really sets her mind to something.

Maybe it throws him off kilter, makes him nervous to have less command over his words and his movements. It would certainly make sense. Hotch’s entire life requires him to be alert at all times, always one step ahead, always the leader, always in control. It follows that having that stripped from him, even of his own will, would make him a little jittery.

Spencer can relate, in a way. But he’s always found a little more peace in letting go, smothering his ever racing thoughts til they disappear completely, allowing his overstuffed skull to empty for once.

That yearning for tranquility is why he has to be so careful with his intake, why it's so rare that he affords himself the refuge. That sort of numbing could lead down a dark, winding path faster than he could even realize he’s lost.

A part of him that he doesn't want to acknowledge wonders if Hotch feels that same solicitous temptation, if that’s what’s fueling his unease.

Whatever it is, Spencer doesn’t like seeing him like this. The tension lining his shoulders, the way he’s clenching his jaw as he looks straight forward at the partition, his hands tightly folded in his lap and his brow low, severe. Like a cadet standing at attention.

The passing streetlamps cast animated highlights across his face like a movie projector, the yellow lamplight that kisses his profile cutting the cool blue dark of the cab. Soft against the harsh angles of his features, his furrowed brow, his pursed lips. Illuminating his eyes for just a second, just long enough to catch the worried glint hidden by those thick eyelashes. A portrait against the scene of raindrops hitting the window beside him.

In a spur of confidence more fueled by liquor than logic Spencer reaches out to the other side of the backseat, his movements slow and intentional like he’s walking up on an injured stray. He lays his hand gently over Hotch’s, holding steady when he flinches under the touch.

Spencer can feel Hotch’s eyes on him now but he doesn’t look up from his task, slowly wiggling his fingers between Hotch’s joined hands until the older man catches on and reluctantly releases his hold.

Spencer takes Hotch’s hand in his own and brings it across the space between them to rest over his knees, cradled in both of his hands like something precious. Because the touch, the silent buzz in the air between them, the manufactured intimacy of their own little world behind the partition is precious to Spencer, and right now he wants Hotch to feel that, even if he knows it’s probably a bad idea.

Hotch doesn’t object, silently watching Spencer’s movements with a wary tilt of his head.

“You have an accent,” Spencer murmurs as he stretches Hotch’s fingers out one by one, rubbing his thumbs up each digit methodically with a consistent pressure.

Hotch’s hands are big and wide, long thick fingers and hair tracing down the backs of them. His fingers aren’t much longer than Spencer’s but they make his hands look petite in comparison, his cold, thin and boney where Hotch’s are warm and strong.

“So do you,” Hotch’s voice comes out so soft it’s almost inaudible over the mechanics of the car.

Spencer smiles softly at the deflection, Hotch’s natural instinct to turn the attention away from himself at all times, uncomfortable with the scrutiny, the idea of being known.

“You have a southern accent,” Spencer specifies, because for once he wants to dig deeper, to push Hotch out of his comfort zone, his safety bubble of isolation.

He massages Hotch’s hand now, firmly pressing his thumbs deep into the meat of his palm. Hotch twitches and his hand tenses for just a moment, and Spencer tenderly brushes his thumb across the expanse of Hotch’s palm as an apology before he continues working at the knots under the surface.

“Virginia born and raised,” Hotch offers an attempt at lighthearted banter but it falls flat, his low baritone laced with apprehension, strained.

“Grow out of it?” Spencer prods, turning Hotch’s hand in his lap to trace over his knuckles, the outline of intricate veins beneath thin skin, the bones below them.

He can see Hotch shake his head out of the corner of his eye, can hear the fabric of his shirt and jacket rustling at the movement, but he doesn’t respond right away.

“No, I uhm…” he clears his throat, shifting in his seat uncomfortably, “I had it trained out of me, in law school. Learned pretty quickly that no one takes a prosecutor with a southern twang seriously.”

Spencer nods as he explores the planes of Hotch’s hand, thinking about a twenty something Hotch doing his best to fit in, to prove himself. Thinking about Hotch now, almost thirty years later, carrying those lessons with him.

“Do you always change parts of yourself to manage other’s perceptions?” The question trips past his lips before he can think better of it.

Hotch tenses, his hand clenching and unclenching in Spencer’s hold like he wants to pull away from the conversation, from Spencer.

His hand stays in place.

“Doesn’t everyone?” He asks quietly, and something about his tone makes Spencer look up for the first time since he started this bizarre interrogation.

Hotch is looking at him like he truly wants an answer, like he wants reassurance that he’s not the only one with something to hide, an audience to perform for. Like he’s pleading to know if he’s the only one putting on a show.

Spencer almost doesn’t want to break it to him.

“No,” he says, looking back to the hand in his lap and lacing their fingers together for a selfish moment, a breath, “not everyone.”

A rigid silence follows, charged with something combative, a bristling sort of energy that Spencer can feel jolting between their joined hands, static shocks biting his fingertips like little strikes of lightning. Hotch stiffens like he wants to argue, and Spencer waits patiently for the debate.

It never comes.

Spencer looks to his side only to see that odd look in Hotch’s eyes again, like he’s searching Spencer for something he’s not even sure of himself.

And then he nods, subtly at first and then firmer, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Spencer. He turns away to look out the window, raindrops casting long shadows down his cheeks and below his eyes as they race to the bottom of the glass, and Spencer feels it in his chest when the moment breaks.

Hotch never pulls his hand away. Spencer draws shapes across his knuckles.