#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.

[gothic-hotchreid]

Aaron : Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

Spencer : The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Aaron : Stop.

[circussbeetle]

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

[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

[heehawheehawheehaw]

Hotchreid snippet from my post s12 longfic

From chapter 17:

In which Hotch deals with half a century of CompHet on Spencer’s couch.

Read the first 8 chapters now on ao3

50 years was a pretty long time to miss something this big.

Aaron liked women. Sure, he hadn’t dated much, but the women he was with were beautiful, intelligent, funny, and he enjoyed the time he spent with them. He was just discerning—loyal to a fault some might say. Some men were players and needed a lot of sex to feel complete in a relationship, but that wasn’t Aaron’s style.

He enjoyed sex, of course. It felt good to take care of his partner, to make sure she was satisfied and ended the engagement feeling good. Sex brought people closer together and he wanted to be close to the women he was with. Still, his relationships always fizzled out at some point and he would chalk it up to the rigor of his job and his own emotional hang ups. He never thought there was a lack of fight on his part.

Then he started sleeping with Spencer.

After their first rushed, fumbling time together in a middle-of-nowhere motel in Ohio, it was like Pandora’s box had been opened. Sex was fun. He was so caught up in his own pleasure, he barely spared a thought to whether Spencer was enjoying it, if he was doing the right thing, keeping the right rhythm—and he hadn’t needed to—Spencer was vocal and direct and took exactly what he wanted from him.

From there, Aaron craved him all the time. It was like everything Spencer did was colored erotic by a tinted film covering his eyeballs. The man couldn’t so much as eat in front of him without awakening lewd thoughts in the most basal quadrant of Aaron’s brain. He had transformed into a dog, sniffing around him at all hours.

He’d thought it was just a Spencer thing, but as the weeks passed and the novelty of his sudden awakening wore off, he noticed himself noticing other men. Spencer was his one and only—he had not lost his penchant towards loyalty in between the many orgasms he’d had of late. It was natural to notice when someone was objectively attractive, right? He noticed beautiful women all the time, even when he had been married.

What was different—what scared him when the thoughts entered his mind—is that he felt a physical reaction. Some guy with a delicate waist or round ass would enter his line of sight and he would be struck with perverted visions of just exactly what he would like to do with him.

He’d made himself sick with worry over the impulses, afraid he was losing control and developing some sort of fixation he would never be able to shut off again. It came to a head when he’d broken down on Spencer’s couch after he spent a viewing of ‘Gattaca’ ogling a young Jude Law to the point he couldn’t remember half of the movie. He’d confessed how much he noticed these other men, tears of shame dripping from his eyes. The hurt rejection he had expected to receive from Spencer in response to his mental infidelity never came.

Spencer laughed so hard he was crying, nearly toppling off of the couch in his attempts to reign himself in.

”Hotch, you’ve looked at men inappropriately for as long as I’ve known you.”

[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.

[casedclosedbye]

Bau on crack pt.6

Spencer, still a little out of breath from the chaos of the day, looks at Aaron, who’s trying to act tough despite being hooked up to machines.

Spencer: "and God if he's not meant to be with me. Let him be with you."

Aaron gives him a deadpan stare, clearly unimpressed, but a tiny smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Aaron: "Great. As if surviving a bomb wasn’t enough. Now I’m in competition with you, too."

Spencer shrugs dramatically, trying to be serious but clearly failing.

Spencer: "Hey, I’m just saying—if he likes bad boy types, you’ve got the whole ‘I almost died’ vibe going for you."

[cherryspence]

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

[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!

[thekitsandthekats]

bruised fists, open arms

In the middle of trying to figure out their relationship, the team is called onto a new case. A case that cuts too close to home for Aaron. Working against the clock, Aaron and Spencer must set their relationship aside to catch the unsub. Meanwhile, members of the team start to grow suspicious of their behaviour.

Hotchreid Case Fic in my Touch Starved Universe

here

[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."

[gothic-hotchreid]

Aaron: Will you date me? Breathe if yes, recite the Bible in Japanese if no.

Spencer : 初めに、神は天と地を創造されました。

Aaron: What the…?

Spencer : 地球は形もなく虚無であり、暗闇が深海の面を覆いました…

Aaron: Is that actually the Bible?!

Spencer : …そして神の霊が水面の上に浮かんでいました。

Aaron: And you stopped breathing, too?!

Spencer : そして神は「光あれ」と言われました。

Aaron: Christ, it would have been preferable for you to just have beaten me up and called me gay!

[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.

[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.