#dave rossi x gn reader

[supercriminalbean]

Our princess.

Dave Rossi x NB!Reader x Aaron Hotchner.

Summary: Threesome smut. Their little princess keeps playing up so they have to teach them a lesson. (Reader uses they/them pronoun but AFAB)

Warnings: SMUT!! R18 only. minors do not read! Being tied up, toys involved, degrading, praising, chocking, sharing, anal. Use of princess for reader. Men on men action (They kiss and touch each other) (Let me know if I have missed anything)

A/N: This is hot, so hehe. I kinda rushed the aftercare part so Im sorry about that but yeah other wise enjoy my two fav men. Sorry for the delay work became crazy.

Update: change this from gender neutral reader to non binary reader as I feel like it just suits better. Reader is AFAB

Words: 4.5k

“Now princess, I’m going to need you to stay quiet, I have company coming over soon” Dave smirks down at you, looking at you all tied to his bed, spread eagle tie. Your favourite virbarter tied to your thigh, pressing against your clit, small whimpers slipping through your lips. 

“Dave please, I’m sorry” Pouting softly as you look up at him, your heart racing as his fingers tracing down your naked body. Suddenly a sharp slap is laid on your inner thigh, forcing your body to lunge upwards, pulling on your restraints. 

“That's not my name Princess” Dave snarls as he turns the vibrator on, glaring at you angrily “you’re already broken enough rules today, I'm sure you want to stop being a brat and be my good little kitten” 

“Y yes daddy” Small whimpers slipping throughout your words, your body stinging from the spanking he gave you earlier. 

“Aw maybe you do know how to behave” His laughter belittles you, his eyes racking over your body. “But I know better than that, you just wanted attention all day, to bad you don’t get any” 

Ding dong.

“Ah look my friend’s here, now you better stay quiet, I’ll check on you soon, and you are not allowed to come at all” Dave smirks at you, enjoying the view of you all tied up at his mercy. Grabbing the remote that's beside the bed, before leaning down and kissing you deeply.

“Colour?” He pulls away from your lips, studying you closely with concern. 

“Green Daddy” Smiling up at him, nervous and excitement running through your body. 

“That's my good kitten, now you know how to get out of here if it's too much?” 

“Yes Daddy, I just pull this rope here and I can then untie myself” Gripping onto the rope that will undo the knot. 

“Good” Dave smiles, feeling at ease now.

Ding dong.

“Looks like someone else is impatient” Dave chuckles a little, turning up your vibrator before walking out.

~~~

You're not sure how long you’ve been left alone, you’ve done your best to keep quite small whimpers and moans slipping out. You can’t help it, Dave has edged you at least four times, always turning the vibrator off just as you get close enough. The last time you got closer you couldn’t help the moans getting louder, pulling on the restraints as you try to get away from the vibrator pushed tightly on your clit. Ever since you let out the loudest moan, the vibrator has been turned off and that's when you realise you're in trouble.

The door finally starts to open, grinning with relief as you look up expecting to see Dave, instead fear and excitement runs through your body as your eyes land on your boss.

“A aaron” Your eyes widen as you stare up at him, pulling at your restraints hoping you could cover yourself up. 

“God Sweetheart, look at you” A dark smirk plays on his lips as his eyes run down your body, taking you all in. 

“What did you do for him to tie you up a little this huh?” Aaron walks into the room, leaving the door open as he walks towards you. 

“I uh.. Um” Your brain goes blank as you watch Aarons every move, watching as he rolls his sleeves up as he walks around the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Speak up sweetheart, I know you know how to use that mouth of yours” A snigger rolls off his tongue as you whimper softly. 

“I.. I was being a brat all day to daddy” Glancing up at Aaron a pout playing on your lips, your heart racing away in your chest. 

“Oh just today huh?” Aaron rolls his eyes as he comes to a stop right beside you, his eyes dark and swirling with lust. “Because from what I have seen, you’ve been a brat all week wearing that fucking skirt of yours to work yesterday” Aaron snarls out as he slides his hand down the middle of your chest, ideas swimming in his mind of thing things he going to do to you tonight. “You know you aren’t allowed to wear that at the office” His cold fingers slide over your hardened nipples slowly, rubbing them between his two fingers, a small whine escaping you.

“I I’m sorry Sir” Biting your lip as he pinches your nipple hard, trying your hardest to stay quiet. 

“No your fucking not” Rolling his eyes up at you as he moves his hand up tp grab your jaw tightly. “If you were fucking sorry, you would have been listening to Dave today when he was in charge of you and not being a stupid little brat” Venom drips from his words as he squeezes your jaw tightly. “And if you were truely sorry, you wouldn’t of worn that fucking skirt yesterday and be bending over, leaning against a desk every signal time me or Dave walked passed, are you trying to get us caught, little one” 

“N no no” Your words are barely above a whisper, your breath getting stuck in your throat as he leans down, closer. 

“Then why, sweetie?” Aaron licks his lips as he spots you shelving under his touch. 

“I.. W we hadn’t played in awhile, so I um” Taking a deep breath as his grip loose on your jaw. 

“Oh so you're needy, so you decided to play up for some attention huh, god you're such a whore” Aaron smirks as he slowly moves closer, his lips barely touching yours, and his hold on your jaw stopping you from closing the gap. 

“P please sir”

“Please what, slut?” Aaron chuckles softly as he glances down at your lips. 

“Please kiss me, sir” Your breathless as you ask, pouting softly as you stare at him. 

“Only because you asked so nicely” Aaron smiles softly, leaning forward, capturing your lips with his. 

~~~

The kiss soon turns from sweet to rough and heavy, his tongue parting your lips slipping easily into your mouth. His hand stays firmly on your jaw, as he slides onto the bed with you, his other hand slides down your chest, playing with your nipples make you squeak and groan softly into the kiss. 

Suddenly the low buzzing starts up again, forcing you to thrust upwards at the sudden vibration, moaning softly into the kiss. Aaron pulls away slowly, chuckling as he looks up.

“Finally decided to join us Dave” Aaron takes his hand off your jaw as you lean your head back down, the vibrator being turned up again. 

“Well someone had to clean up” Dave smirks as he looks over at you, a small puddle that's forming under you, wetness running down your shaking thighs. “Someone learning their lesson kitten?” Dave walks over to you, sitting on your other side, his hand coming to rest on your inner thigh. You can barely form words so all you do is whimper and nod in response, not daring to look at him 

“Words kitten” Dave smirks as he turns up the vibrator, earning louder whimpers. 

“Yes Daddy I’m learning my lesson” Glancing at him, a small pout still playing on your lips, even though you know it's useless when it comes to him. 

“Wipe that look off your face princess, you brought this on yourself” Dave smirks, looking over at Aaron who looks at Dave excitedly, before holding his hand out for the remote, a soft smile on his face. 

“Can I, please” 

Dave can’t help but chuckle softly before handing it over to him. “Just behave Aaron, because I wouldn’t mind seeing you in this same position” Dave licks his lips as your thighs clench, Aaron blushing deeply before nodding.

“Good boy” Dave winks, before moving his attention back to you, his hand trailing up your thigh slowly. “Your dripping kitten, you need us hmm” Dave chuckles as you whimper back yes. His fingers move past the vibrator, running up your slit slowly collecting your wetness. “I bet I could slide straight into you princess, your wet enough that I don’t even need to stretch you, aren't you my little slut”

“Yes Daddy please” Grinding yourself against his hips and the toy, your pussy aching for him.

“Oh you want daddy to wreck you baby?, use your holes until you can’t take it anymore” Dave smirks as he slides a finger in you, groaning softly at how warm and soft you are. “Want me to fill you of my cum then have Aaron fuck it back into you” Dave slides his finger in and out of you slowly, feeling the vibrator pulsing on your clit.

“Yes daddy yes please I need you to use me please, I need your cum in me” You cry out as he curls his fingers,just as Aaron turns the vibrator up. “No no no please, I need to cum” Your walls tighten around Dave finger, moans dripping from you, eyes closed tightly.

“Fucking hold it” Dave snarls at you, pulling his fingers out. 

“C can’t, I can’t, please Daddy” Whimpering loudly as you pull against the restraints, Aaron smirking down at you, before turning the vibrator completely off. 

“W what no no” Groaning frustrated, leaning back into the bed as you take deep breath, trying to calm yourself down again from being edged for at least the 5th time that night.

“We told you to behave, now if you listen to us, we may allow you to cum at least once tonight” Aaron smirks evilly down at you. Pouting softly you nod, tears sliding down your face.

“Yes sir”

“Good, now colour?” Aaron demands.

“Green sir” Giving him a small tired smile, which only grows as he leans down and kisses you sweetly.

“You're so good for us” He whispers as he pulls away. “You're our good little whore aren’t you sweetie” 

“Yes sir” Grinning softly as he kisses you again, only for the moment to be broken up by a loud scoff.

“God you're too soft on them Aaron” Dave rolls his eyes as he unties your ankle, before removing the vibrator placing it on the bedside table.

“No I’m not” Aaron pulls away to defend himself, smirking down at you. “I’m not too soft, am I Sweetheart?”

“Never” You agree, licking your lips as he chuckles lightly, before untying your wrists, rubbing them between his hands. 

“No Aaron you're too soft” Dave disagrees, before standing up holding his hand out to you, which you take without hesitation. Dave pulls you up onto your legs, which shake as soon as you try to put pressure on them a painful whimper slips through your lips, which makes both boys grin. Dave leads you to the front of the bed, where you meet Aaron who is now holding a collar. 

~~~

“On your knees kitten” Dave kisses your neck as he speaks, with  a quick nod you slide down onto your knees.

“Yes Daddy” You slide onto your knees, back straight, hands behind your back and head slightly bent as your doms stand above you. 

“Oh what a good little doll for us” Aaron smiles at you, stepping closer. “Head up, sweetheart” With that simple and soft command you lift your head, and his hands are quick to put the collar around your neck. Dave smirks as he looks you over, all naked and gorgeous, sweating and breathless from the things they have done to you. Your collar around your neck with the words, ‘Property of Daddy and sir.’ Written boldly across the front of it.

“You going to behave for once and suck Sir off princess” Dave asks, walking closer to Aaron.

“Yes Daddy” Smiling up at them as you reach up to unbutton Aaron jeans, gulping thickly as you feel just how hard he is, which halts your action.

“What's wrong darling, you never touched such a hard cock before” Dave teases as he sees your startled look, glancing up at him shyly, before continuing to pull it out. 

“It's just.. Oh so pretty” Gulping as you hold it softly, listening to Aarons softly groan.

“Come on sweetheart, why don’t you put your mouth to better use, seeing as it kept getting you in trouble lately” Aaron smirks down at you, leaning back a little, as Dave moves to stand behind him, his arms wrapping around waist. 

“Yes sir” Spitting into your hand before you start stroking him, listening to his small whimpers and low groans as you tease him. 

“If you don’t hurry up, you don’t get to cum tonight” Aaron glares down at you, his cock throbbing in your hand. Quickly you bring your mouth down, taking it slowly into your mouth. 

Aaron groans loudly as you take him down your throat, leaning into Dave touch, enjoying his soft kisses on his neck. Dave fingers sliding up Aarons chest as he undoes the buttons throwing the shirt across the room. 

~~~

God you love the way he feels deep in your throat, the way he keeps thrusting, the soft groans that leave Aarons mouth as he uses you for his pleasure. Glancing up at him through watery eyes, you can’t help but groan around his cock, the view above you is beautiful. Aaron is leaning into Dave, his eyes fluttering close as you suck him off. Daves hands travel up Aarons chest gently pinching his nipples as he kisses his neck, whispering sweet nothings in his ears. 

“You like that don’t you baby boy, enjoying the way you fuck our princesses throart” Dave smirks, glancing down at you before continuing to suck some hickey on Aarons neck.

“Fuck, they feel so good” Aaron groans thrusting a little harder, making you whimper.

Soon Aaron pulls you off, giving you time to catch your breath, tears sliding down your face as you grin up at him, drawl slipping down your chin. 

“Maybe you do know how to behave for us” Aaron smirks darkens as he helps you up, quickly pulling you into a deep kiss. You can’t help but fall into his arms as he takes control of the kiss, his hands sliding down your body, grabbing your ass tightly as his tongue slides in. Another pair of hands join your body, sliding around your waist as he beggans kissing your neck. Soon you have both pairs of lips attacking your neck, one pair of hands playing and pinching your nipples as the other slides down the mess between your legs, sliding them open before rubbing soft circles on your sensitive clit. 

“God please, I need you both” Groaning softly as you lean into Dave's chest.

“I need to taste you first kitten” Dave nips your neck before slowly pulling away.

~~~ 

Dave strips himself clear of the clothes before laying himself down on the bed, as Aaron holds you in his arms, giving you a small breather before leading you over to the bed. 

“Ready to ride his face, sweetheart?” Aaron smirks as he feels your cheeks heat up, you always get embarrassed about sitting on either of their faces, but god do you all love it so much. With a small nod and some chuckles from your doms, Aaron holds your hand as you crawl on the bed and half hover over Dave's face, your heart beating pounding  as you try to relax. 

“Calm down princess, it's okay” Dave reassures you, rubbing your inner thigh softly before pulling you straight down onto his face, you gasp lightly not expecting the sudden movement. Nor are you prepared for the way he attacks your slit with his tongue, the way he eats you out as if it's his last meal. Soft groans escape from you, as his tongue swirls around your clit.

“Oh god, Daddy” Groaning loudly, as your eyes lock with Aaron, who's watching you hungrily, he can’t help but lean forward, capturing your lips with his, swallowing all those beautiful sounds you are making. 

“Fuck those sounds you make for us sweetheart, so perfect for us” Aaron breaths out, kissing down your body.

“Just for you two” Your soft giggle turns into a groan as Dave's assault on your clit continues. Aaron can’t help his next move as he moves down your body, and onto Daves, his hands sliding across his stomach and onto his thighs before gently brushing over his cock, which twitches in anticipation. Aaron smirks at you before lowering his mouth over Daves cock, licks the tip of it in a teasing way. You can feel Dave's low groan vibrating through you as Aaron begins to tease him, whimpering softly as Dave’s hand leaves your thigh before slapping your ass hard. 

“Fuck” Whimpering softly as the soft burn, sends sparks through you. “Sir, I don’t think he wants you teasing him” Giggling softly, as Aaron winks at you, before taking Dave all the way in his mouth. You can’t help but groan, with the way Dave is eating you, the low vibrations from his own groaning, plus the view you have of Aaron oh god you not going to last much longer. It's like Dave knows you swear, he squeezes your thighs harder, focusing more on your clit as you reach your high.

“Oh god, oh god, Daddy I need to come please” Whimpering as you beg, your legs shaking around Dave's head. But you get no response from either of your men.

“Please, please can I cum I can’t hold it” Your back arches as you try to fight against the pleasure Dave is attacking you with, your eyes meet Aaron, begging him for permission.

“Please sir, please let me cum” Biting your lip as you beg yourself to keep it together. Aaron smirks, pulling himself on Daves throbbing cock, as he smirks at you. 

“That's it then, cum for us your pathetic slut” Aaron chuckles, licking his lips as he watches you let go. Moans drip from you as your eyes roll backwards, your body becoming limp as you squirt all over Dave's face. 

“Oh fuck…fuck” You whisper breathlessly as your body slumps forward, Aaron is quick to grab you, helping bring you off Dave, laying on the bed beside him. 

“Fuck princess” Dave smirks, licking his lips that is just covered in your juice. “God I love it when you squirt for us” 

~~~

“Fuck” You whisper as you lay on Daves chest, his hand running through your hair as you calm down.

“Are you alright princess?” Dave mumbles, kissing your forehead.

“God yes” Smiling up at him, meeting his lust filled eyes.

“Good, because now I want you to ride me, kitten” Dave smirks as he kisses you, feeling how relaxed you feel on top of him. 

“Yes Daddy” Smiling brightly, as you sit up, moving your way down. Gently you grab his cock, feeling the way it throbs in your hand, whimpering softly as you tease it at your entrance. 

“Don’t tease me princess” Dave groans, griping hips tightly.

“Sorry” You giggle as you lower yourself on it, moaning softly as it fills you up. 

“God fuck princess you feel so fucking god” Dave groans, tilting his head as you start moving slowly. 

“Fuck, look at you sweetheart” Aaron groans, joining you from behind. His hands slide down your back as you lean into his touch.

“Sir please I need you as well” Moaning softly as Dave cock fills you perfectly. 

“Oh I know” Aaron chuckles as he picks up the bottle of lube, squirting some onto his fingers. “You just like being filled of cock don’t you, our good little slut” Aaron kisses your neck as he pushes you forward, his hands spreading your cheeks open, before circling your hole with his lubed up fingers. 

“God yes sir” Whimpering softly as he slides a finger in.

“Fuck, your so tight” Aaron groans, feeling you clutch around him. “You need to relax for me, just enjoy it” He smiles as he kisses down your neck, loving the way you give complete control of your body over to them. He slides in another finger, moving them slowly at first before picking up speeding, soon your own movement slows down enjoying the pleasure too much.

“Uh that's not right sweetheart, if you don’t want me to stop you better keep riding your Daddy, come on be good for us sweetie” Aaron licks his lips stopping his movements until you start moving again. 

“Sorry sir, I’ll be good i promise” Moaning softly,enjoying the way he keeps fingering you quickly. After a few moments he pulls them out earning a whine from you, your boys can’t help but laugh at how desperate you are for them. 

“I need you to stop moving” Aaron commands, pressing his cock against your back entrance. Your movements come to a stop, Dave hand gripping your hip keeping you still as your mouth falls open when Aaron slides all the way in. 

“Oh fuck sir” You moan louder as you become fill to the brim. 

“Fuck princess you look so good filled with our cocks, don’t they Aaron” Dave smirks up at the man behind you, who groans at the way you squeeze around them.

“So fucking good, god they really do know how to take cock don’t they” Aaron groans, beginning to thrust into you hard, your body rocking itself between Aaron and Dave, moaning loudly in pleasure. 

“It's funny, how they can be such a brat” Aaron chuckles, wrapping his hand around your neck. “But turns out to be a pretty dumb little thing as soon as they get cock, huh?” Aaron growls in your ear as he squeezes your throat. Dave groans loudly feeling the way you squeeze around him as Aaron chokes you.

“God they are such a slut for us, they don’t care how we use them as long as they get filled” Dave chuckles watching your pleasure filled face. God you love it when they talk about you like this, like you're only here for their pleasure and you can’t help but savour this moment. 

“Just for you” Moaning softly as Dave starts thrusting up into you.

“You gonna fucking cum for us princess?” Dave chuckles watching you fall apart on their cocks.

“I hope not, they have asked for permission yet” Aaron groans, feeling his own orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Please” You whimper, falling into Aaron's hands wrapped around them.

“Please what, kitten” Dave chuckles, holding himself back from filling you up with his cum just yet.

“Please let me cum Daddy” Your moans getting louder as Dave starts hitting your spot.

“That's it sweetheart, cum for us” Aaron groans, kissing just below your ear. 

Oh god, you can’t hold it anymore, feeling yourself come undone as they continue to pound into you, your body shaking as their movements slow down. 

~~~

Aaron gently lays you down on Dave's chest as he pulls out, carefully moving off the bed as he makes his way to the bathroom. Your eyes flutter close as you cuddle into Dave, his hand gently running through your hair. 

“You did so good for us darling” Dave hums, a soft smile plastered on his face as he watches your face lighten up slightly.

“I did good, Daddy?” Giggling softly as your body slowly calms down from tonight's actives. 

“You did so good for us princess, but it's Dave now baby” Dave smiles watching yo in sub spaces after a long session is his favourite. Back at the beginning he knew it was going to be a long road for you three to become this comfortable, but now it feels so natural. 

“Okay, thank you Dave” Smiling as you enjoy the peace. 

“Hey sweetheart, I need to clean you up, you can’t sleep yet” Aaron whispers gently, as he climbs back on the bed, his hand running down your back comforting. 

“Okay” You murmur back, feeling Aaron spread your legs as he takes a washcloth between your legs. You whine in protest as he moves you up just another to slide Dave out of you. 

“Just relax darling” Dave coons in your ears as you cuddle into his even move, as Aaron does his best to clean you up, before passing you a bottle of water.

“You need to drink as well sweetie” Aaron smiles as Dave takes it from him, opening the cap before tilting your head up as he brings it to your lips, you sipping it slowly. 

“Do you want to have a bath tonight love?” Dave slowly pulls the water away as you finish up, you nod in response smiling sleepy at him.

“I'll go get it ready” Aaron smiles standing up, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before walking out. In the meantime you stay snuggled up to Dave, sipping on the water as he praises you from how well you did tonight. Soon Aaron makes his way back, standing in the doorway watching the two of you, wondering how he got so lucky. 

“You ready sweetie?” Aaron smiles as he reaches the bed, you smile up at him nodding slowly as you roll off of Dave, taking Aarons hand as he helps you up. Aaron is quick to wrap his arms around you as you sway on your legs, finding it impossible to stay standing.

“You okay?” Aaron kissing you softly.

“So good, thank you” Smiling lovingly up at him as he leads you both to the bathroom. It takes a little bit of begging and your soft puppy eyes which you know he can't resist before he’s joining you in the bath. Your back against his chest, head resting on his arms as you listen to his breathing finding comfort in it. You two stay for that for a long time, until the water starts going cold and your eyes can barely stay open. Aaron climbs out first, holding his hand out for you, once you both are out and dried you make your way to the bedroom where Dave has changed the sheets and has remade the bed nicely. Smiling sleepily as you open up the closest as Aaron pulls his boxes on. You grab your favourite hoodie that's hanging up in there, of course it’s Dave. It's a bit tight but you don’t care, it smells like your boys, that's all that matters. A pair of arms wrap around you, kissing your neck softly as he leads you back to the bed. 

“Come on, you need some rest sweetheart,” Aaron smiles, pulling back the blankets for you. Smiling up at him you quickly climb in, cuddling up to his side once he joins you. 

“You two look comfy,” Dave chuckles from the door, making his way closer.

“Be better once you get your ass in here” Laughing softly as he rolls his eyes at you. 

“Is that so princess?” Dave smirks as he gets into the bed, rolling towards you so now you're snuggled up between your boys.

“See, much better” Giggling to yourself, before giving them each a kiss as you settle down for the night.

“Goodnight princess” Dave smiles, running his hand through your hair, before quickly giving Aaron a kiss and they both snuggle down. It doesn’t take either of them long to fall asleep tonight.

[reidmarieprentiss]

Heyyy so this is very specific 😅

Remember the fisher king part 2 episode when Spencer escapes the bomb? So imagine the bomb part happened in a different case (because I need Emily and Dave in) and he had to go to the hospital because of some wounds (he’s really fine but the team insisted) So they go to the hospital.

They could see Spencer was nervous looking around like he was scared, Morgan, JJ and Emily just thought it was the germaphobic thing. While Hotch and Dave (the only ones who knew) already had a bet on: how long will it take to Spencer’s partner, a doctor at the hospital they’re in, showed up screaming at Spencer for risking his life (again).

And guess what happens? They show up with steam coming out of her ears. Ready to scold Spencer. They ask him what happened and he keep it simple “I just got fell” and she turns to hotch and Dave “is that true” you choose who ditches on Spencer. While all of that happens JJ Emily and Morgan are like “wtf is going on???? “Reid has a partner???!”

I told you it was specific 😭

Love Doctor

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Category: fluff

Warnings/Includes: mentions of a bomb

Word count: 712

a/n: this was so cute i love this ask!!!

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As the team walks into the hospital, Spencer tries to hide the unease coursing through him. The incident with the bomb was behind them, but his nerves were anything but settled. He knew what was coming, and it wasn’t just the doctors poking and prodding at him. Morgan, JJ, and Emily exchange glances, assuming Spencer’s discomfort is due to his well-known aversion to hospitals and germs.

“You’re gonna be fine, pretty boy,” Morgan says, patting Spencer on the shoulder. “Just a few scratches, and you’ll be out of here in no time.”

“Yeah, Spence, it’s not like they’re gonna make you stay the night or anything,” JJ adds with a reassuring smile.

Emily nods, her tone light as she says, “You’ll be out of here before you know it, probably before they can even make you wear one of those hospital gowns.”

Spencer forces a tight smile, his eyes darting nervously around the busy hospital hallway. His heart races, not because of the minor injuries he sustained but because he knows who works here. Hotch and Rossi, walking a few paces ahead, exchange a knowing look. They’ve both seen this play out before, and although they’d never admit it, they’re both wondering how long it will take for the inevitable confrontation to occur.

Just as Spencer is about to sit down on one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs, he hears a familiar voice, sharp and filled with exasperation.

“Spencer Reid!”

The sound of his full name, spoken with that particular tone, makes Spencer cringe. He turns slowly, already bracing himself for the storm about to hit. You, his partner, a doctor at the hospital, storms toward him, your face a mixture of relief and fury. The rest of the team watches in shock as you approach, eyes blazing with anger.

“What were you thinking?” you demand, not bothering to lower your voice. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? You could’ve—” You stop yourself, taking a deep breath, clearly trying to calm down but failing spectacularly.

Spencer rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “I, uh… I just fell.”

You narrow your eyes, turning their attention to Hotch and Rossi, who are both standing with their arms crossed, attempting (and failing) to hide their amusement. “Is that true? Did he just fall?”

Rossi, not missing a beat, smirks and says, “I’d say he more or less threw himself into harm’s way, but ‘falling’ works too.”

Hotch, with a slight nod, adds, “There might have been a bomb involved.”

Your eyes flash with irritation as you look back at Spencer. “A bomb? You said you fell!”

Spencer shrinks a little under your gaze. “Well, I did fall… after the bomb went off.”

You look like you’re about to explode, but instead, you take another deep breath and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Spencer…”

Meanwhile, Morgan, JJ, and Emily are standing off to the side, their jaws practically on the floor. JJ is the first to speak, her voice low with shock. “Wait… Reid has a partner? A partner who’s a doctor?”

Emily, eyes wide, whispers back, “And they’re yelling at him… like he’s a kid caught sneaking out of the house.”

Morgan, unable to contain his amusement, chuckles. “This just got interesting.”

You turn back to Spencer, your voice softer now but still firm. “You’re coming home with me after this, and we’re going to have a serious talk about you risking your life like this. Again.”

Spencer nods quickly, knowing better than to argue. “Yes, my love.”

As you usher Spencer towards the examination room, Morgan, JJ, and Emily exchange looks of bewilderment and amusement. Hotch and Rossi follow at a distance, satisfied with how things have unfolded.

Emily, still stunned, leans over to Morgan. “I think we just met the one person who can actually scare Reid.”

Morgan grins. “I think you’re right.”

JJ, shaking her head in disbelief, murmurs, “I didn’t even know he was dating someone…”

As they all watch Spencer disappear into the examination room with his partner, a new wave of curiosity and respect for their genius colleague washes over them. They’ve just witnessed a side of Spencer Reid they never knew existed, and none of them are sure how to process it.

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[simpforrooster]

then why don’t you, hotchner.

aaron hotchner x reader

summary: reader is obsessed with their boss.

t/w: some cursing, alcohol consumption. i pictured a female as i wrote, but im pretty sure it can be read as gn!

aaron hotchner is your unit chief. your very hot unit chief.

you’re completely aware of how unethical this infatuation is. you’re also aware of the age difference.

not that you care.

nothing could come of this crush. no matter how much you dreamed something would.

jj, emily, and penelope knew about this silly little crush. i mean how couldn’t they. they’re profilers, and as much as you try not to let your gaze linger on him longer than normal, sometimes it couldn’t be helped.

you’re nestled in a corner booth of your local bar with the rest of the team, blowing off some steam after a case.

reid sits next to you, animatedly talking about his latest read.

hotch meets your eye across the table, feeding you a rare smile. as quick as it appeared, it was gone. the last thing you needed was for one of the girls to notice and try feeding you false hope.

jj was the worst about it. “y/n, he’s obsessed with you. haven’t you noticed he always pairs the two of you together on a case?”

of course, you have wondered about that.

reid lays his arm on the back of the booth, enveloping you. “you need to add this one to your list,” reid tells you, looking down at you. you crane your face to his, grinning at your friend.

what you missed was the way hotch’s jaw set as he watched the two of you. you miss the way his grip tightens on the handle of his mug.

hotch throws the rest of his beer back, setting the mug down a little too hard.

“let me get you another, boss,” derek says, eyeing the rest of the table.

“oh, this is our song, jj,” emily screams, pulling jj to the dance floor.

“spence, come tell me more about that book,” penelope says. reid’s brows knit together, and penelope jerks her head toward the bar. realization falls over his face and they’re the last to leave. leaving you and hotch alone.

“they’re not exactly subtle, are they?” he asks, a smirk on his face.

“i guess i could say the same about you,” you gestured toward his empty mug.

hotch shrugs his shoulder. “i’m not sure what came over me.” he held your gaze, leaning across the table.

“what was that about?” you ask.

“come on, y/l/n. you’re a better profiler than that.” those dark eyes bore into yours.

"were you jealous, hotchner?" you ask, calm and collected on the outside but dying on the inside. maybe jj was right.

“why would i be jealous of reid when i know i’m the one you want?”

your cheeks redden. hotch stands from his spot in the booth and slides in next to you. the man has shocked you into silence. there is no way your boss is flirting with you.

hotch’s jaw works back and forth, like he’s fighting an inner battle with himself.

“how do you know that?” you murmur.

“you think i don’t notice the glances you sneak at me? or the way your cheeks turn red when i have to be stern with someone?” his fingertips run across your cheeks. “give me some credit here.”

embarrassment fills your body, making your heart sink to your feet. of course he knew. he’s the damn unit chief. he’s the best profiler the fbi has.

“what’s confusing to me is how you never picked up on why i partner the two of us up. or how i sneak my own glances at you,” he says, low in your ear. “or how turned on i get when i watch you hand someone their ass.”

“hotch—“

“i know. i’m your boss and twice your age.”

your body falls back against the wall, all the air leaving your body as if you were punched. of course the unit chief has a moral compass.

“i-i- i don’t care about that,” you manage to say. hotch’s eyes close, another internal battle. he scoots closer to you, filling trapping you between him and the wall.

“dave told me you’d say that.”

“rossi? you’ve been talking to him about us?”

hotch smirks. “he’s been pushing me to make a move since you joined the unit.”

“then why don’t you, hotchner?” you ask.

“because the paperwork would kill me,” he murmurs, leaning closer to you.

“hmm, maybe i could help you fill it out?” you suggest, letting your eyes drop to his mouth.

hotch moves in, stopping a breath from your lips. “no paperwork would get completed if i had you in my office all to myself.” gripping the collar of his button down, you pull him the remainder of the way to you.

his lips mold around yours in a way you can only describe as perfection. like his lips were made for you, and you alone. he kisses you with an urgency, and you match it. raising up from the booth, you arch yourself into him. his hand cement to your waist, pulling you as close as he can.

when he pulls back, his face is flushed. the aaron hotchner is blushing.

because of you.

pride fills your gut knowing you affect him the same way he does you.

“you’re gonna submit that paperwork to strauss, right?” you ask, breathless.

“fuck yes,” he says, pulling you in for another kiss.

a/n: my first criminal minds fic! i’ve been writing for topgun maverick for a long time. since beginning to watch criminal minds again, i’ve been dying to write for hotch and reid. i hope yall liked this! 🫣

[erinfern0]

cutting the cord

spencer reid x explosives specialist!gn!reader

— gender-neutral nicknames, gender-neutral anatomy, only pronouns used are you, they, etc.

summary: the team struggles with a group who planned to plant a bomb in a town hall to spread awareness of their cause. as the only technicians available in the area are busy with another emergency, Spencer finds himself calling you, the closest off-duty technician he knew, despite how much he hates the idea.

warnings: emotional, angst(?), some swearing, love confession, and obviously stress, anxiety and fear for your life, etc. cliffhanger

a/n: this was highly inspired by episode 'hero worship' from season 10 of Criminal Minds. I haven't written anything besides smut for such a long time I wanted to give something like this a try. Itt's also over like 2,5k words long--- (I'm so sorry i don't even know how i wrote it)

Doomsday Prophets - The group they were tracking started off small, with a bunch of troubled, unsupervised teenagers led by their online guru, who believed the system was too flawed to even try to repair it. They spent their first months spreading their agenda with countless flayers and graffiti murals all over the most popular places in the city. No one knew his real name, just the internet alias of doomsking130. Even the great Garcia couldn't track him in time before one of his sidekicks got brutally beaten for trying to leave.

Countless informants, and hours spent in interrogation rooms with lower-ranked members and the injured boy, lead them to the leader struggling with psychosis and an overwhelming god complex. He believed the only way to get people's attention was to set a bomb in a nearby town hall in the early morning hours, showing even the government can't protect people from the truth, at least that's what the team thought.

He never even thought there might be security guards waiting for him, informed about his plans by the FBI. As soon as they saw him entering the building via security cameras, they called no other than SSA Hotchner, who had warned them earlier that something like this might happen soon. His team quickly moved into action, hoping they could stop him before he set up the bomb, just to avoid getting help from Bomb Techs.

“Dave, you and I go from the staff-only entry on the left, Morgan and Jareau take the right window, the security guard who called left it open,” said Agent Hotchner, pointing the right directions to his team, watching them split. “Reid and Callahan, you enter the front and look for any worker left in the building.”

Everyone nodded in understanding, splitting and running to their destinations with their guns in their hands. Dr. Reid could feel a tiny drop of sweat running down his brow as he pointed another person toward the front door. People ran away in fear but kept their mouths closed not to alarm the criminals' leader.

Some time passed, leading the team to the building's basement, where the leader set up his life's biggest achievement. A small-looking detonator, connected to two canisters of gasoline, was set next to the power outlet. The arrest was quick, he didn't try any games or to run away, he simply allowed Agent Rossi to cuff him, because the damage was done.

Or was about to be done.

The bomb was already set, giving the team one and a half hours to deal with it as the unsub refused to help. He screamed about how the government tries to control the youngest of all to be their mindless little soldiers. How the system was set to manipulate the youth into dying for the country that didn't care about them. He laughed as Agent Morgan inspected the bomb from a distance.

“Y'all are a part of their games, agents,” he spat as agent Rossi guided him to the door. “All I spread is the truth, you're just too blind to see them using you. My kids won't stop opening people's eyes, even when you take me away! The Doomsday will come as they realize they'd been lied to...”

“Aren't you even worse?” Asked Morgan, crossing his arms with a displeased look on his face.

"How so?" Asked the man, suspiciously calm and smug as he raised his head proudly.

"Well, technically speaking even if what you're saying is true, the government uses us to help other people who can't protect themselves from people like you," said Reid, staring at the man as if he were trying to look at his soul. "You on the other hand pressure troubled teens into doing your dirty work to feed your ever-growing god complex, which almost led one of them to death."

The unsub seemed to be confused, that little frown on his brows, mindlessly staring into the wall behind Dr. Reid as he parted his lips as if he was about to speak.

"Seems like you used up your limit," taunted Callahan, smirking at him as he opened his mouth again.

He started trashing his arms around in Rossi's grip, spitting something out in some Slavic language they couldn't understand.

“That's enough,” murmured Rossi, tightening his grip and taking the criminal outside, leading him to the car parked in front of the building alongside Callahan.

“I'll call the Techs,” said Hotchner, heading outside to get his phone.

Some minutes later he came back with his arms crossed and that strange, disappointed look.

"And?" Asked Morgan, looking around the room, kneeling beside the bomb, and inspecting it closer.

"They might or may not be here in an hour, there was another emergency, supposedly done by the Dooms Prophets," said Agent Hotchner, looking at all of his people who stayed inside.

"He planned this better than we thought," whispered Jennifer, looking at him with concern. "The kids must have lied..."

"Or he didn't trust all of them, the ones we got to speak with were younger, less devoted. He wouldn't trust them with that information," added Reid, standing beside Morgan.

"Yeah, but if he really treated them like prophets for the close-minded folks, he wouldn't change his mind from a long-lasting plan to something so quick," murmured Derek, looking up at his teammates.

"This was his plan all along, he knew he'd be caught. He just hoped his Prophets would continue his work without him," Reid chimed in, looking around to only see his teammates confused faces. "His nickname was 'doomsking130'… The bomb was set to an hour and a half," he added, looking at his watch, then the device. "I think the attack and the emergency wasn't his idea, it's his followers who tried to continue his work on their own."

They all stared at one another, nodding in agreement while processing his words, following up on the idea of their Boy Genius.

Morgan turned his head slightly to look at the messy-haired doctor. "This shit is too complicated, nothin' I've seen yet, this guy is a smart one," he whispered, shaking his head softly. "I can't deal with this... I'm sorry."

"Not your fault, Derek. We'll wait for the Techs," assured Hotchner, patting his agent's back as he stood up away from the bomb.

"There is no time," said Jareau, turning her head to her team. "You said they 'may or may not' be here in an hour, and we already lost a few minutes, they might be too late."

The atmosphere in the room felt heavier as Agent Rossi came back to the room, saying he got the local police to drag the leader to the station, while Kate called her family to inform them she'd be late. He felt as disappointed and worried as everyone, making sure to keep the pregnant agent safe, away from the building as the rest searched for a solution for a few more minutes.

"Reid," started Morgan, turning to face his friend. "Doesn't your lovebird know how to deal with those?"

"Um, yeah, they worked in the bomb disposal department, but decided to take a break from this a while back," he answered, already frowning his brows at the dreadful idea.

"Would they be able to disarm it?" joined Hotchner, crossing his arms as he listened.

"I think so..." he said unsurely, his hands shaking slightly at scenarios running through his head. "It wouldn't be exactly legal to bring them here, just for your information."

"Would be quicker than the actual technicians," noticed Jareau, looking at Spencer with a soft, understanding look on her face. She knew exactly how much it had to scare him, but like everyone else — she couldn't see another way.

"If they don't feel like doing it, we'll just have to wait for the Bomb Techs, as a civilian now, they shouldn't feel pressured into risking so much," reminded Hotchner, looking at Dr. Reid with a glimpse of sympathy.

"But saving some time would be nice," said Morgan unapologetically, moving closer to Reid. "They live only a few blocks away, local police could escort them and secure the area."

Jennifer came up to Spencer, slowly wrapping an arm around him, soothing his tense muscles. She saw the distress in his eyes, but just like the doctor, she didn't like the idea.

"I'll call," decided Spencer, closing his eyes to calm down. "They live around eight minutes away from here, but-"

"It's up to them," assured Hotchner, nodding his head in understanding. "I'll make some calls, to make sure they won't get into any trouble if they decide to come."

Getting a call from Spencer so early in the morning was usual, so you left your book on the side of the couch, paying your full attention to his words. He spoke quickly, almost too quickly as he tried to summarize everything in the shortest amount of time possible, making it hard for you to interrupt him. Just the tiredness and distress in his voice made you melt, gathering your kit before he could even finish his ramble.

You didn't hesitate, jumping into the police car he talked about that escorted you right to the town hall, passing the barrier blocks and reporters who tried to talk to you. You covered your face with your hood, knowing too well not to talk to them, especially that you weren't there exactly legally. Passing agents Rossi and Callahan, you waved at them, getting polite nods as they watched you disappear into the building.

You walked as quickly as possible, guided by the deputy that drove you there. Something felt different, deep inside of you as you ran downstairs to the basement. It wasn't the first time you got an urgent call to help disarm a bomb, that was your entire life for the past few years, but just reminding yourself of Spencer's voice made your heart beat a little faster.

"SSA Aaron Hotchner," said the tall man who stood in the middle of the room, nodding his head as he shook your hand. He was the only member of the team you didn't have the chance to meet. You introduced yourself. Just hearing your own specialist title fall from your lips felt so distant as you were on a break for the past few months.

You nodded to everyone, only locking eyes with Spencer, who got closer as if just his presence was meant to protect you. "Agent Hotchner," you started, looking away from your boyfriend to kneel beside the device, opening your kit of tools in a hurry. "Evacuate the building and the area, I'll do my best but with devices like this..."

"I understand," he assured, letting Morgan and Jareau leave the room. There was only one more person who didn't budge beside him. "Reid?"

You looked to your side, watching Spencer shake his head and roll his sleeves up. "I'd like to stay," he said as if it was nothing, not even looking at his superior.

"It's your call," said Hotchner, looking at him with worry, but he left the basement. You knew if you weren't so important to Spencer he'd never allow this kind of behavior, but you could feel your blood boil at just the idea of him staying.

"Leave," you said simply, knowing how dangerous it was for him. At that moment, you didn't even care for yourself, you've done this a million times, but risking his life...

"Not a chance," he replied, reaching for your flashlight to help you. You could see the way his hands started shaking then he lifted it and it started to break your heart.

"You can't do this, Spence," you whispered breathlessly, focusing your eyes on the device. Two detachable components connected only by a few wires, a wide panel to control the bomb was already turned off the moment the time was set and two big canisters of gasoline beside just to make the explosion more dangerous.

"I can and I will," he said firmly, watching your skilled fingers run over the bomb to carefully detach the two parts.

"For fucks sake, Spencer," you sighed, already feeling the way your lip quivered with every word. "I can't promise you anything, I can't do this to you..."

"I'm not leaving," he repeated through gritted teeth, looking up at you from under his messy hair, covering most of his face as he spoke. "And stop trying to convince me otherwise."

You wiped the tears that spilled from your eyes as they followed one wire after another, watching the way they split and connected to find the one to cut. There were way more than in a usual device and just from the look of it, you knew some of them were just decoys, not really connected to any part, not activating anything, just being there to fuck with the mind of the person who dared to try defusing it.

"I can't focus when all I can think of is this killing you," you whispered, your voice breaking with every passing second. "Leave me here, I need to do this alone... I can't risk your life like this. You mean too much not only to me but to your team, your mom, the people who will need the help of an actual genius, so please, just spare me the talking and get out when you still have the chance. It's so selfish to even think..."

His calm and soft voice stopped you in the middle of your monologue. Tears kept falling down your face as you recognized the words he spoke. The stubborn bastard couldn't even fathom the idea of leaving you to this by yourself. Despite how scared he was inside, he kept his cool, reciting one of your favorite books from memory.

You inhaled deeply, feeling yourself growing more steady and calm, your muscles relaxing with every paragraph. Despite biting into your lip harshly, you didn't feel the pain, the tears were gone and the annoyingly fast heartbeat eased.

Spencer kept his eyes glued to your fingers as he took breaths in between each sentence, only glimpsing up a you for a second every time you cut another decoy wire to clear your way to the actual ones.

The time seemed to stop despite the timer showing you almost an hour passed already, leaving you with only a few minutes to neutralize the threat. You wiped your face in your hoodie, getting rid of sweat and tears as you cut through the last decoy, leading you to analyze the actual device.

You caught the cord you thought was the right one with your scissors, swallowing harshly at just the idea of you being wrong. You reached your free hand to the side, mindlessly searching for his. Doing this was not only risking the lives of you and Spencer but potentially unaware people who happened to be close by. Your heart sped up drastically as you made the decision.

Looking up, you saw Spencer who stopped mid-sentence. A look of worry passed through his face as he intertwined your fingers, his other hand resting on the back of your head, soothing you by slowly moving his fingers through your hair.

"Spencer," you whispered breathlessly, a stray tear running down your cheek, leaving him to quickly wipe it off with a soft smile."I love you..."

His smile only grew bigger as looked at you, that familiar sparkle in his eye shining brightly at you. His eyes were teary, but he didn't let any tears spill as he nodded. Those puppy eyes stared at you with the most love you've ever seen.

"I know," he whispered back, his voice cracking as he looked down at your hands.

You felt like the whole world crushed over you as he didn't say those words back, unlike he did a million times before. Your heart sank but you just looked down, brows frowned as you focused not to lose all composure you had left.

For a split second, the basement was filled with eerie silence as you pushed down on the scissors, cutting the cord in half.

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[siriuslylantsov]

birthday kiss

pairing: roomate!spencer reid x reader

description: its readers birthday!

tags: fluffy fluff, first kiss, gn!reader, expensive watch but its okay because papa pasta paid for it, idk bro there are no warnings this is just cute.

a/n: more roomate spencer because i am a sucker for close proximity. this is the watch for reference (i rlly want it, let me live) and im choosing to be ignorant about spencers financial sitch, but in this its a tad too expensive for him. watched gilmore girls before writing this and had the overwhelming urge to write (somewhat) snappy dialogue. happy reading!

wc: 882

“make a wish.”

spencer holds out the cupcake with a single candle on it infront of your face. you blow out cold air extinguishing the frame with your eyes closed. 

“what’d you wish for?” you.

“i can't tell you, it won't come true.”

the two of you are sitting on the couch, facing each other. it's midnight, which means it's officially your birthday. spencer picked up a cupcake on the way home from work, it was red velvet with assorted coloured sprinkles, very festive. you split the cupcake with him, laughing when he inevitably gets frosting on his nose, swiping it off with your thumb. 

“so i got you something,” he starts as stands up to go get it.

“oh?”

“yeah,” he hands you a neatly wrapped box, sitting back down next to you, a little closer this time to  gauge your reaction. you peel away the paper and a red leather box reveals itself, and in small print; cartier.

“spencer, this isn't funny,” you look up at him, eyes wide.

“open it,” he urges.

you open the box, and your breath hitches. the most beautiful silver watch sits inside it–one you've had your eye on for months.

“this isn't funny,” you repeat, looking at the watch in disbelief. 

he swipes the box, taking the watch out and putting it on you, seeing as how you're frozen. he holds your wrist gently, admiring the piece he got you. he can't help but lift your wrist up and press a kiss to the soft skin, letting his lips linger there for a moment before putting it down.

his tenderness makes you frown. you look down and let out a slightly incredulous scoff. “i can't believe you…” you trail off before returning your glance to him, “how did you afford this?”

“i've got money.”

“i know you do. but you're also splitting the rent with me so that has to put up some spending limitations.”

“ok fair enough,” he surrenders, “rossi hooked me up, and by hooked me up, i mean he paid for most of it.”

you smile, a bright beautiful smile that loves. “that sly fox,” you chuckle, “remind me to kiss him next time i see him.”

“he gets a kiss and i don't?” he fake pouts.

“no, you get a kiss,” you lean over and lightly peck his cheek, you stay close. your lips are still curled up but this time it's a giddy grin.

you have an idea.

“i got something for you too.”

“it's not my birthday, why would you get me something?”

“it just came up,” you shrug.

“okay…” his uselessly veiled scepticism is very obvious.

“close your eyes.”

he does and a small crease forms between his eyebrows in confusion when you don't get up, he can feel the way the cushions dip as you shift in your seat, you're moving closer? why haven't you left to go get it yet? maybe it's in your pocket? maybe-

all rational thought vanishes from his mind when he feels your lips on his, soft. your hand is on his cheek as you kiss him. it's gentle and hesitant and he feels as though he might explode. careful not to make you think he doesn't reciprocate, spencer kisses you back, with a touch of desperation. you hum quietly into the kiss and pull back, resting your forehead on his.

“thank you,” you whisper, the soft puffs of your breath can be felt on his face and he relishes in the proximity.

he laughs, low and behind closed lips. “you're welcome. if i had known that getting you a watch would have earned me a kiss, i would've done it a lot sooner.”

“don't get too excited, dave gets one too.”

he shakes his head with a scoff, forehead still pressed against yours.

“thats what i wished for by the way.”

he leans his head back to look at you, “us kissing?”

“mhm, something like that.” you wished for a lot more than kissing but for now this was perfect.

“well, you know what they say…”

“what?” you inquire, amused.

“if the wish is granted within five minutes of the wish making, you're allowed a second one.”

“really? where'd you hear that?”

“i read it somewhere.”

“no sources?” you retort.

“nope, forgot.”

“likely story.”

you roll your eyes yet you humour him, picking up the liner filled with the mound of frosting you picked off your share of the cupcake earlier and sticking the previously lit candle into it. spencer grabs the match box and relights it.

you get all up in his space again, face dangerously close to his with the contraption you've made held next to you. “i wish you'd kiss me again,” you request, turning your head to blow out the flame. 

his fingers catch your chin to bring your face back to him, “we can definitely arrange that.”

you giggle as his lips hover over yours. “if this wish gets granted within the first five minutes too, do i get a third?”

“you can have whatever you want, angel.”

“good deal,” you murmur against his lips as he kisses you.

it was just a little over 15 minutes into your birthday but you could say with full certainty that this one was going to be your favourite.

[hotchs-big-hands]

Ada my love you know that boyfriend ‘test’ of handing them your purse/handbag/bag when you go to the bathroom to see how they hold it? Yeah I need your take on our BAU men x that trend pls. Would they hold your purse?

AAAAAAAAA HELLO MY LOVE ROME ITS SO NICE TO SEE YOU IN THE ASKBOX 🥰🥰🥰🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖🥨💖

gosh I LOVE this trend thing, it's cute. I'll ummmm do smth I've never done before and do some hcs for more than just ayayron, as requested 😳😳😳😳😳 gahdayum

What the different BAU men would do if asked to hold your bag/purse for you when you go the bathroom.

GN!reader|sfw

Aaron Hotchner

Okay so this man is like. The biggest gentleman ever of course. So when you approach him during a team night out with your bag he takes it without hesitation to your question.

"Of course, it's safe with me."

He is very protective of it, gripping onto it to his chest with one arm and hand whilst the other holds onto his drink as he sips periodically. He doesn't pay any mind when the others eye him curiously, and when you return he smiles slightly and holds out your bag to you.

"Here you go. Don't hesitate to ask me again as well, sweetheart."

He has to admit, he adores the delighted grin you offer in return when you thank him for holding your bag. And he's able to drown out the chuckles of the other members of the team because he's certain he probably looks like a lovesick puppy.

Derek Morgan

Derek raises his brow with a teasing grin as you ask him to hold your bag for you.

"Mind if I take a lil peek?" He jokes, chuckling when you babble at him not to look, panic flashing in your eyes. "Relax, sweets. I'm not gonna look."

Holds it under his muscular arm and stares down anyone who gives him a funny look. He's shameless, plus he's happy you trust him to take care of your stuff.

You return momentarily and look relieved to see him holding it protectively. He smiles and holds it out to you when you're close enough.

"There you go, sweets. Don't worry, I didn't look inside." He winks at you and you lightly shove him, pouting playfully. He loves teasing you.

Spencer Reid

Man's shook when you ask him of all people to hold your bag for a moment.

"Me? I-I mean of course I'll hold it!" He hates that his voice cracked but you don't seem to mind though, smiling sweetly and thanking him before you turn away and disappear to find the restroom.

He is holding onto the bag straps so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. No-one is getting hold of this bag, if it's the last thing he'll ever be sure of. Derek saunters over with a grin and chuckles as he points out how tight his grip is. But even as he feels heat rush to his cheeks, he dutifully holds on tight to your bag.

Your return makes him smile with relief, but he holds on tight to the bag even as you now come to stand face-to-face with him. You hold your hand out and ask for your bag back and he flushes. "R-right yeah, here!" He said quickly and holds the bag out, grip still strong until you take hold of it.

You giggle softly and thank him, and he grins awkwardly as he watches you turn away and head off elsewhere. It's only when he feels Derek's hand lightly land on his shoulder that he refocuses and embarrassment floods his senses. Hopefully, he'll be more confident in himself next time you ask him to hold your bag.

David Rossi

When you timidly approach Dave at the table he's seated at with Aaron and hold out your bag to him, he raises a brow at you when you ask him to hold your bag for you for a moment.

"Hm? You want me to take care of it for you? Of course, tesoro."

He places it on the table in front of him, not without smoothing his hands over the surface slightly because well, he is fond of you after all. Aaron huffs out a quiet snort, raising his brow with a grin at him. Dave shakes his head and waves him off.

You're quick to return with a shy smile, thanking him sweetly for keeping an eye on your bag. He picks up the bag and holds it out to you, making sure you've secured it before he drops his arm. "Anytime, tesoro. I'll look after it for you."

He winks at you and delights in your flustered movements, meeting his eye and as Aaron stands and gives him a pointed look, Dave pulls out a chair next to him and invites you to join him for the evening.

Lmao this was probably shit but I'm not too confident writing for other characters 😭😭 I hope people enjoyed tho regardless KSSKSK

[luvhotchner]

omg hi!!! i love your social media AUs and so I wanted to submit a request! totally understand if you don’t wanna do it but yeah, so maybe like an instagram au where reader is posting about aaron being all sweet and taking her out to dinners and in general being all romantic and the bau is like since when?? they’re all surprised by how nice aaron is being! i’d love to see this thank u!!!!!!!

heart eyes - a. hotchner

summary: the soft launch of their relationship shocks the team.

warnings/pairings: hotch x BAU!gn!reader (but reader wears long nails), swearing, established relationship, just a lot of fluff tbh.

ahhhh thank you for the request!!! sorry it took so long but here it is and i hope you like it! ❤️

first instagram au! tell me what you think! fic under the cut!!

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chocolatethunder SORRY WHAT.

↳ y/n.y/l/n 😋

itgirl_emily THIS ISNT EVEN A SOFT LAUNCH, THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY

↳ jjiscraycray WHAT THE FRICKEN FUCK IM SCREAMING

bbygirlgarcia i. knew. it. I FUCKING KNEW IT.

aaronhotchner05 i’m so in love with you ❤️

↳ y/n.y/l/n thank you for dinner and for keeping up with me and my shenanigans 😘

↳ aaronhotchner05 your “shenanigans” are what make me love you.

↳ chocolatethunder I BEG YOUR FINEST PARDON?!?! SINCE WHEN IS HOTCH NICE?!

thedavidrossi no wonder aaron is only nice to y/n.

↳ spencerwreid oh shut up he’s nice to you too

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aaronhotchner05 y/n told me to post this because it’s “aesthetic”.

👤 : y/n.y/l/n

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y/n.y/l/n no, i just like to look at your hands 🥰

↳ aaronhotchner05 ugh you’re awful.

↳ y/n.y/l/n shh you love me!!

↳ aaronhotchner05 yes, that i do.

itgirl_emily SINCE WHEN IS HOTCH LIKE SUPER KIND AND CARING?!

↳ y/n.y/l/n since always???

chocolatethunder WHAAAAAT?? FIRST THE DINNER AND NOW THIS LOVEY DOVEY SHIT?? WHAT IS MY LIFE??? i don’t believe my eyes.

↳ y/n.y/l/n well then believe it cause he is the best boyfriend EVER!! 💞💖💓💗💝💕

↳ spencerwreid my jaw is on the floor. the floor is unsanitary. i don’t like this situation at hand.

↳ itgirl_emily ur dramatic.

bbygirlgarcia i’m going insane. i’m going insane. IM GOING INSANE.

↳ aaronhotchner05 one psych eval coming your way.

↳ jjiscraycray SEE!! HES AN ASS TO ALL OF US. I AM GENUINELY IN SHOCK.

thedavidrossi i’m with the others when i say im shocked, but im really happy for you kids ❤️ take care of them, aaron!

↳ aaronhotchner05 i will, thanks dave.

↳ y/n.y/l/n you all could learn a lil something from papa rossi over here.

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With blood on his hands | [A.H]

Pairing: UnSub!Hotch x gn!reader CW: Dark. This story contains descriptions of graphic violence, murder, mental illness, grief, and emotional distress. Dark themes, betrayal, loss of control, and fear, kidnapping, physical aggression, helplessness. WC: 5.2k

Please don't request a part 2 unless you have a very specific idea, my brain physically couldn't come up with more plot for this.

           The house was quiet. Too quiet. Bearing signs of life throughout the whole layout of the building, yet the disturbing truth of what had happened made you uneasy.

           It was the same scene they’d encountered twice already - an all-American family, slaughtered in their home, with no apparent struggle, no clear motive. A mother, a father, and their young son, all lying lifeless, their blood staining the carpets, their lives ruthlessly cut short.

           You stood beside Rossi, your hands clad in gloves, and a frown etched upon your face as you surveyed the scene. The scent of blood and suffering hung heavy in the air, choking your senses. You had seen your fair share of horrors, but this was different. This unsub was different.

           "Third one this week," Rossi murmured beside you, his voice gruff with exhaustion and irritation, feeling the weight of the case starting to take its toll. "We need to catch this guy before he strikes again."

           You nodded, eyes scanning the room as your mind worked through the details. This unsub wasn’t just killing; he was destroying. The brutality of the murders suggested rage - deep and personal rage. There was a familiarity to the way everything was laid out that you couldn't put a finger on.

           You stepped over to the nightstand, where the mother’s jewelry lay scattered. Your eyes caught a golden ring, glinting in the light. You reached for it instinctively, feeling a strange pull toward the piece of metal. It was simple but familiar, in a way that made your stomach churn with suspicion.

           Frowning, you held it up to the light, inspecting it. That’s when it hit you like a punch to the gut.

           You knew this ring.

           Your blood ran cold as memories flooded your mind. Years of working alongside him, watching him fiddle with that exact band on long nights at the office, lost in thought as he processed information and clues. You had seen it on his finger countless times.

           Hotch.

           Your heart pounded in your chest, a dizzying sense of disbelief washing over you. There was no way. No possible way. You told yourself it was a mistake, that the stress of the case was playing tricks on your mind.

           But the more you stared at the ring, the more your instincts screamed at you.

           You weren't wrong about this.

           You swallowed hard, slipping the ring back onto the dresser. Rossi hadn’t noticed your reaction, he was busy analyzing the scene with his usual calm efficiency. You forced yourself to stay composed, your mind racing.

           The families. The pattern. A mother, a father, and a young son. Haley and Jack. It was so obvious.

           It all clicked into place with horrifying clarity. Hotch's stressor… the deaths of his family. You remembered the way he had shut down after losing them, how the grief had changed him. But never in your worst nightmares could you have imagined this. This was not the man you knew.

           You took a shaky breath, your mind spinning. You couldn’t tell Rossi - not yet - he wouldn't believe you. Wouldn't believe that his oldest friend was capable of this. Not until you were sure. Not until you’d seen Aaron, looked him in the eyes, and confronted him yourself. You owed him that much.

           "Dave," you said, forcing your voice to stay steady, "I’m going to head out. I need to check something."

           He glanced over at you, raising an eyebrow. "You okay? You look pale."

           "I’m fine," you lied, offering a weak smile. "Just need to follow up on a hunch."

           Rossi nodded, distracted by something on the floor, and you took the opportunity to slip away, your heart pounding in your chest. You could barely keep your hands from trembling as you made your way out of the house and into your car. Thankfully you had arrived separately.

           The drive to Aaron’s old house felt like a blur, your mind spinning with possibilities. Every part of you hoped you were wrong. That this was all some horrible mistake, that there was no way the man you had worked with for years could be behind these murders, that this was truly just some twisted dream, and that you'd wake up soon.

           But deep down, you knew.

           This was reality.

           When you pulled up to Aaron’s house, the pit in your stomach deepened. His car was in the driveway, the lights inside the house dim and all the curtains closed. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay calm. You had to confront him. You had to know the truth.

           You walked up to the door, every step feeling like a death sentence. When you knocked, there was a long pause. Then the door creaked open, revealing Aaron, standing in the doorway. He looked disheveled, his eyes dark and sunken, the weight of grief and something darker pressing down on him.

           "(Y/N)," he said, his voice low and rough. "What are you doing here?"

           You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. You stared at him, your heart racing as you noticed the subtle signs - the tension in his posture, the way his hands flexed at his sides. And most of all, the unmistakable wedding band missing from his finger.

           "I…" you began, your voice trembling. "I need to talk to you."

           Aaron’s eyes flickered, something unreadable passing behind them. He stepped aside, letting you in without a word. You walked into the house, the air thick with tension, your nerves screaming at you to turn around and leave, to get out while you still had the chance. But you couldn’t. Not now.

           As you stepped further into the room, your eyes landed on something that made your stomach drop - on the kitchen counter, barely noticeable, was a small streak of blood. Fresh blood.

           Aaron closed the door behind you, the sound echoing ominously through the quiet house.

           "You shouldn’t have come here," he said, his voice low, almost a growl.

           Your heart pounded in your chest as you turned to face him, the realization crashing down on you with terrifying certainty. Aaron Hotchner wasn’t just your old colleague. He wasn’t just the man that had been your boss. He was the unsub you were looking for. He was the monster you’d been chasing.

           And now, you were alone with him.

           Hotch stood over the lifeless body sprawled across the floor in his living room, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his knuckles bruised and bloody. The man beneath him had been dead for several minutes now, his face a mangled mess of flesh and bone, barely recognizable.

           Hotch’s fists clenched and unclenched, the blood dripping from his fingers painting the carpet with small, crimson pools. His heart was pounding, not from fear or guilt, but from the pure adrenaline coursing through his veins. He should have felt something - regret, remorse, shame—but there was only emptiness. Nothingness. And rage.

           The rage never left him. It simmered beneath the surface, a constant presence, threatening to consume him whole. After Haley and Jack, everything had spiraled. Their deaths had shattered the last bit of humanity he had clung to. He had tried, God knows he had tried, to be the man everyone needed. The leader. The protector. But after them, something inside him had broken, irreparably so.

           At first, he had managed to keep it hidden. But over time, the mask had slipped, the cracks becoming impossible to cover. The anger had grown, festering like a disease, until it had taken over every part of him. It was easier this way. Easier to stop pretending to be the good guy, the man who saved lives, when all he wanted to do was destroy them.

           Besides the way he had hurt Foyet had felt so good.

           He turned his head, his gaze cold and calculating, as a knock landed on the door.

           The scent of sweat hung thick in the air, and the room was suffocating with the tension of your predicament.

           You stood in the doorway, your eyes wide with shock, taking in the scene before you. The man on the ground, the blood, the violence. And Hotch. Not a single drop could be seen on his clothes. Only his hands bore signs of the crime. Your mouth moved, but no sound came out. You were frozen, paralyzed by the realization of what you were seeing. What he had done.

           Hotch stared at you, his chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. The look on your face - the fear, the disbelief - only fueled the fire inside him. For a moment, there was silence, an unbearable tension hanging between the two of you.

           Then, he spoke. His voice was low, a growl barely restrained by the thin thread of control he had left within him.

           “You really shouldn’t have come here.” He repeated his previous statement

           You blinked, finally finding your voice. “Aaron... what have you done? This isn't you.”

           Hotch’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening with something unrecognizable. He took a step toward you, the cold gleam in his eyes sending a shiver down your spine. “I did what needed to be done.”

           You could barely breathe, your mind racing as you tried to process what had happened. This wasn’t the man you knew. The man you had worked with for years, the man you had trusted. The man you had secretly loved. He terrified you now. This was someone else entirely - a predator, who was cold and unfeeling.

           “Aaron, please...” Your voice shook as you took a step back, instinctively retreating from the danger that loomed before you. “You don’t have to do this.”

           His eyes flashed with anger, and in an instant, he was on you, his hand gripping your arm with a force that made you wince. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, “Don’t tell me what I have to do. You don't know anything”

           You swallowed hard, trying to remain calm despite the fear coursing through you. “This isn’t you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “You’re not a killer.”

           His grip tightened, and you gasped, pain shooting through you as you felt him slightly twisting your arm. “Aren’t I?” His voice was sharp and dangerous. “Do you know what it feels like, to lose everything? Watching them die? Knowing you couldn’t stop it? Knowing that you weren't fast enough?”

           Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to pull away from him, but his hold was unrelenting. “Aaron, please,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. “This won’t bring them back. What Foyet did was terrible.”

           For a moment, you thought you saw something - some flicker of humanity cross his face. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by cold indifference. He released you, shoving you back roughly. You stumbled, catching yourself against the wall, your heart pounding in your chest.

           Hotch stood there, his eyes burning with fury, his hands still stained with blood. “Don't tell me what's right or wrong. They’re gone and nothing can bring them back,” he said through gritted teeth, his voice void of emotion. “There’s nothing left for me but this.”

           You shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. “There’s more to you than this. You’re better than this, Aaron. I know you are.”

           He laughed, a bitter, cruel sound that sent chills down your spine. “Better? Better for who? For you? For the bureau didn't trust me to be in the field after what happened?” His eyes bore into yours, and you could feel the hatred radiating off him. “Do you really think you know me? The man I am now?”

           You didn’t answer, too afraid of what he might do next. His rage was palpable, an almost physical force that seemed to fill the room, choking you with its intensity.

           He moved toward you again, his eyes wild, his movements erratic. “You think you can save me? Is that it? You always had a savior complex, just like Morgan.” He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You can’t save me. No one can.”

           You trembled under his touch, your heart thrashing in your chest, trying to claw its way out as his fingers dug into your skin. For a moment, you thought he might hurt you, that you might face the same predicament as the lifeless body in his living room. That he might go too far. But then, just as quickly as the anger had flared, it seemed to dissipate, leaving only emptiness in its wake.

           He released you, stepping back, his breathing heavy and uneven. His hands shook as he wiped them on his pants, the blood smearing across the fabric. He looked at you, something dark and broken in his eyes. “You should leave,” he said, his voice hollow as he turned his back to you.

           You swallowed, your throat dry. “Aaron—”

           “Go.” His voice was cold, final. There was no room for argument.

           You hesitated for a moment, torn between the part of you that wanted to stay, to help him, and the part that knew he was too far gone. Finally, with a heavy heart, you turned and walked toward the door, your footsteps echoing in the silence.

           As you reached the doorway, you turned back to look at him one last time. He was standing in the center of the room, staring down at his blood-stained hands, his expression unreadable.

           “Aaron,” you whispered, a single tear rolling down your cheek, and your voice breaking. “I’m sorry.”

           But he didn’t look back. He didn’t say a word. And as you stepped out into the night, the door closing behind you with a soft click, you knew that the man you had once known was gone.

           The door had barely closed behind you when Hotch’s mind snapped back into a cold calculation. He could still feel the sting of your words in the air, your plea for him to stop. You should leave, he’d told you. But now, as silence wrapped around him, a horrifying realization dawned - you knew of him.

           Who else knew?

           You were the only one who had seen him like this, who knew what he had done. The team… They would never believe it on their own. Not until you told them, he was sure of that. But what evidence did you have to back up your claim?

           His pulse quickened. His anger, momentarily soothed by the violence he'd unleashed, flared again. He couldn’t let you leave. He wouldn’t.

           He moved quickly, his body still humming with adrenaline. You had made it to the end of the driveway when you heard him behind you. His footsteps were heavy and purposeful. You froze, your heart pounding in your chest.

           "Aaron?" you called over your shoulder, your voice trembling. But there was no response, only the oppressive sound of his approaching footsteps. Fear gripped you.

           Before you could take another step, he was on you. His strong hand wrapped around your wrist like a vice, yanking you back toward him with brutal force. You gasped, struggling against his hold, but it was no use. His grip was unyielding, his expression dark and twisted as he dragged you back into the house, thankful that he and Haley had bought a house in a secluded area.

           "You thought you could just walk away?" His voice was low, a deadly whisper, sending a chill down your spine. "That you could leave me and run straight to the team? Tell them about what I've been doing?"

           You blinked, fear coursing through you as you tried to speak. "No, Aaron, I—"

           "Don’t lie to me!" he snarled, his face inches from yours. "I see it in your eyes. You were going to tell them. Weren’t you?"

           Terror constricted your throat. You wanted to scream, to plead with him, but the words wouldn’t come. His anger was suffocating, his eyes filled with a malice you’d never seen before.

           "I can’t let you do that," he said, his voice eerily calm now, the storm of his fury momentarily quieted by cold calculation. "You’ll ruin everything. This—" He gestured to the leftover blood still staining his hands. "This is who I am now. And you’re not going to stop me."

           Without warning, he yanked you roughly into the storage closet, slamming the door shut behind him. The darkness swallowed you both whole. You stumbled, trying to catch your balance, but Hotch was determined. His large frame loomed over you, his hand still gripping your wrist with bruising force.

           "Please, Aaron, you don’t have to do this," you whispered, your voice shaking as you tried to reason with him. Tried to pull yourself out of his grip.

           But his expression was unreadable now, lost in the darkness. His fingers tightened around your wrist, and you winced in pain. A high-pitched whimper left your throat as the pain coursed through every single nerve in your body.

           "I do." His voice was cold, devoid of the empathy and warmth you once knew in him. "You’re the only one who knows as far as I can tell. And if I let you walk out of here, it’s over for me."

           Your breath hitched, panic rising in your chest. "Aaron, I won’t tell anyone," you pleaded, desperation leaking into your voice. "I swear, I—"

           "I told you don’t lie to me," he hissed, cutting you off with a deadly glare. "I can’t trust you. Not anymore."

           The air was thick with tension, the weight of his gaze suffocating. You could barely make out the features of his face as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, but you could feel the cold determination, it was unmistakable. He had made up his mind. There was no reasoning with him, no turning back.

           Hotch fumbled with something on the wall and soon enough the overhead light bulb flickered on, the dim light barely bright enough to light up his features. Before you could react, Hotch pulled a length of duct tape from a nearby shelf, yanking it free with a sharp sound. Your heart raced, and you instinctively tried to back away, but he was faster. With a cruel efficiency, he shoved you up against the wall, pressing his body against yours to keep you in place.

           “Stop fighting me,” he growled, his breath hot on your neck.

           You struggled, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use. He was stronger, and his anger gave him a terrifying, unnatural strength. The tape wound around your wrists, biting into your skin as he bound you tightly. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you realized there was no escape.

           When he was finished, he stepped back, watching you with an unnerving calm. Your heart pounded in your chest, panic threatening to overtake you.

           "What are you going to do?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

           Hotch tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he considered you. “I’m going to make sure you can’t destroy everything.” His voice was cold, emotionless. “I’ve lost too much already. I won’t lose control again.”

           Without warning, he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder with brutal force. You screamed, but the sound was muffled by the closet walls. His grip on you was like iron as he carried you out of the building, and into the garage where his car waited patiently.

           You thrashed against him, panic clawing at your throat. But it didn’t matter. His mind was made up, and his body moved with the cold precision of a man who had crossed the line of no return, a man who wasn’t coming back.

           He tossed you into the trunk of his SUV, the metal cold against your back as he slammed the hatch shut, trapping you inside. The darkness closed in around you, and all you could hear was the sound of your own panicked breathing and the engine roaring as Hotch turned the car on.

           You were trapped.

           The engine screeched as Hotch drove with grim determination, the rain streaking the windshield of his SUV. His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white at the force of his grip. You still lay in the cramped trunk, the tape burning the skin on your wrists as you struggled to free yourself. Hotch had made a stop after about an hour on the road on the road to gag your screams, he was tired of hearing your begs and pleas for mercy. You lay helpless as the vehicle bumped along the dark, slick road. Every movement jostled your body, sending sharp pains through your limbs, but the terror coursing through you dulled the physical discomfort.

           The man behind the wheel was someone you thought you knew. But this version of Hotch was a stranger.

           His phone buzzed on the dashboard, but he ignored it. You could barely make out the faint sounds through the barrier between you, but you knew it had to be the team. They had to realize by now. But the phone in your pocket still clutched tightly against your side despite the restraints, was your only lifeline. Garcia could trace it if you managed to answer it the next time they tried your number. The team would find you, you were sure of it.

           But Hotch already knew that. And he wasn’t going to let it happen.

           Your heart raced as the SUV took a sharp turn, causing your body to slide slightly across the floor of the trunk. The storm outside was intensifying, and you could feel your anxiety building in the way he drove — focused and determined. He had a plan.

           The car slowed, the rhythmic thud of the rain against the roof of the trunk filling the silence. He pulled off the main road, the sound of gravel crunching beneath the tires. Your pulse quickened as the vehicle came to a stop.

           A car door slammed shut, and you heard his heavy footsteps approaching. The trunk popped open, letting in the cool, rain-soaked air. Hotch loomed over you, his face set in a harsh, emotionless mask. Without a word, he reached down, his grip bruising as he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out of the trunk. You stumbled onto the muddy ground, barely able to keep your balance.

           His fingers moved deftly, reaching into your pocket and yanking out your phone. His lips curled into a dark smirk, his eyes flashing with twisted amusement.

           “You thought the team would save you,” he grinned in a low almost scary voice. “You thought Garcia would trace this… pathetic.” He held up your phone. A flash of lightning struck down in the distance behind him.

           Before you could react, he dropped the phone on the ground and crushed it under his heel before throwing it into the lake you had stopped near. You barely heard it splash into water over the sound of the pounding rain. Hotch calmly walked over to a large rock, grabbing it with both hands. You watched in horror as he smashed his own phone repeatedly, reducing it to a mess of shattered glass and plastic.

           Your only connection to the outside world was now gone.

Hotch turned back to you, his face illuminated by the brief flashes of lightning. His expression was as cold and unfeeling as the storm around you, but there was something darker in his eyes — a satisfaction in watching your hope slip away.

           “You always were smart,” he murmured, stepping closer, towering over you. “Too smart for your own good.”

           Without another word, he shoved you back into the trunk, his strength leaving no room for resistance. You were thrown back into the small, confined space. The rain and the outside world disappeared, leaving you in pitch-black darkness once again.

           The car started again, the engine rumbling as Hotch continued driving. You were no longer sure where you were, feeling like he potentially had driven you in circles to throw you off track, and that uncertainty gnawed at you. There was no doubt in your mind that Hotch had planned this meticulously. He had been covering his tracks, eliminating threats, and now he was eliminating your ability to interfere.

           The drive felt endless, the sound of rain against the roof your only marker of time passing. You tried to shift, to loosen the restraints on your wrists, but every movement sent sharp pain through your limbs. The car’s motion made you nauseous, the fear and discomfort blending into a haze.

           Eventually, the car slowed again. You felt the shift in the vehicle as it came to a stop. The air was suffocating, your breath quickening in panic as you heard the sound of the driver’s door opening for the third time and then the distant crunch of dried leaves under Hotch’s footsteps. Where had he taken you?

           The trunk opened again, and Hotch’s silhouette was backlit by the faintest glimmer of moonlight filtering through the storm clouds looming above. His face was unreadable, but there was no regret, no hesitation in his actions. He reached in and grabbed you roughly by the arm as he pulled you from the trunk once more.

           You were in the middle of nowhere - an abandoned building ahead, its windows dark and some of them were even shattered.

           The perfect place for someone to disappear.

           “We’re going inside,” Hotch growled, his voice harsh and barren of the warmth it once held.

           Your legs buckled beneath you, no strength left to carry your body, but Hotch didn’t care. He hauled you toward the entrance of the building with ease, his grip bruising on your bicep as he pulled you through the door. The interior was pitch black, the only sound was your rapid, panicked breaths and the distant rumble of thunder as the last of the storm was passing you.

           He led you through the building, the air biting at your skin. You could feel the hatred radiating from him - the complete absence of the man you once knew. He stopped in the center of a large, empty room, turning to face you with a dark, predatory gaze.

           “You should’ve stayed out of it,” he hissed, his voice low and dripping with venom. “But you couldn’t help yourself. You just had to know.”

           He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming as he reached out, his fingers gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes bore into yours, cold and merciless.

           “You’ll wish you hadn’t.”

           The BAU team gathered in their conference room, the air filled with a heavy silence. The flickering lights of the monitors and the scattered case files did little to lighten the grim atmosphere. The latest string of killings had left them all feeling drained and frustrated. They knew the pattern - the targeted families of three - but the connection was proving elusive.

           Reid, hunched over his paper files, spoke up. “The pattern is consistent. Every victim family has been targeted in a specific order: the father is always the first to go, followed by the mother, and then the child. We’re missing a crucial piece of the puzzle. Why does the unsub want the sons to watch their parents get murdered?”

           Morgan, pacing back and forth, nodded grimly. “We’ve checked financial records, phone records, and even personal connections, but nothing’s coming up. It’s like the unsub is just a ghost.” He listed, counting with his fingers as he mentioned each thing.

           Rossi, reviewing photos from the crime scenes, frowned in concentration. “There’s something we’re not seeing. Maybe we need to look at the details of each scene once again, this time more closely. There’s got to be a common thread.”

           Garcia was furiously typing away, her eyes darting between various screens. She was usually the one bringing good news or revelations, but this time her face was a mask of worry. “I’ve cross-referenced all known data, and I’m still coming up empty. It’s like the unsub is erasing every trace of himself.”

           Penelope’s words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a new piece of evidence popping up on her screen. The team watched in quiet concern as she displayed a series of images on the large television screen behind them. The new evidence came from a tech at the latest crime scene.

           “Look at this,” Garcia said, her voice trembling slightly as she pointed to a photo of a golden wedding ring lying on a dresser. “I’ve run the image through our database. It’s not just any ring. It’s a unique design only a handful made in total, and I found a match.”

           The room fell silent as the team examined the image. Reid’s eyes widened as he recognized the significance too. “That ring… it’s a distinct piece. I’ve seen it before.”

           Rossi’s gaze shifted from the photo to Garcia. “You’re saying this ring could be linked to someone we know?”

           Garcia nodded, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “I cross-referenced it with our records, and it matches the description of a ring worn by someone in our team.” She swallowed the lump in her throat as she saw the name displayed on her laptop.

           The realization hit like a thunderclap. The team exchanged worried glances, their earlier frustration giving way to a new kind of dread. Rossi’s face darkened as he leaned in closer.

           Garcia nodded again, her expression serious as she confirmed the words Rossi had been about to ask. “The ring belongs to Hotch.”

           The room erupted into chaos. Morgan’s eyes widened in shock, and Reid’s expression was one of horror. “No way,” Morgan said, his voice filled with disbelief. “Hotch? He’s one of the most dedicated agents we’ve ever worked with.”

           “Is there any chance it could be a coincidence?” Rossi asked, his voice tight with concern. "That it's one of the other owners of similar rings?"

           Garcia shook her head, her face pale. “I don’t think so, they've all been spotted across the country and have rock-solid alibis. The design is too specific. And if Hotch is involved, we need to find him before it’s too late.”

           Reid began to piece together the information, his mind racing. “If Hotch is connected to the unsub, then it’s possible that he’s been orchestrating these murders from within. We need to act fast.”

           The team sprang into action, their earlier determination now transformed into urgency. Rossi and Morgan began to gather additional evidence and check Hotch’s recent whereabouts. Reid and Garcia worked on tracking Hotch’s phone, hoping to pinpoint his location.

           As the team raced against time, their focus sharpened on finding Hotch and uncovering the truth behind his involvement in the killings. Each agent’s heart pounded with the realization that someone they trusted might be the very monster they were hunting. But they were not ready to admit it just yet.

           Meanwhile, the darkness within Hotch continued to grow, his plans advancing while the team desperately tried to uncover the truth.

           The next move was crucial - finding Hotch could be the piece they were missing.

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Can I get Hotch accompanying a very nervous/anxious reader to the hospital? Either they’ve fallen sick at work or had an accident in the field but basically they shyly ask hotch to come with because he’s so sweet and kind and good at holding their hand when they need it ♥️

Hospitals

Warnings: Hospitals, injured ankle, reader feels a bit anxious, Hotch being sweet 🤭

Word count: 568

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

A/n: Hehe yes my love<33. I'm not entirely happy with how this came out but I'm not entirely disappointed in the outcome either 😂. This was not proofread so there may be some mistakes.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau (I think I got you all 😂🩷)

The unsub had been successfully caught. The only issue was that you'd stumbled when you tackled him and twisted your ankle in the process. And it hurts like hell. No one had really noticed it during the take down.

Hospitals sort of freaked you out a bit. You didn't really like the idea of going to the hospital in the first place, let alone going by yourself. So who better to ask than Aaron Hotchner? Someone you've always been able to rely on since starting at the BAU and has for some reason always had a soft spot for you.

You'd been limping and wincing as you made your way over to Hotch. He was talking to Rossi about something so of course you waited patiently. Even though this definitely does not call for patience on your end.

Dave notices you first and points to you, causing Aaron to turn and face you. "Hotch uh, I sort of fell and um...could you come to the hospital with me please? I think I messed up my ankle. I don't want to go by myself." You mumbled it shyly. Upon hearing this, Hotch immediately had concern written all over his features. He moved closer and put a hand on your lower back then looked to see which leg you were currently favouring over the other. Supporting most of your weight on one foot. He moved your arm around his neck and helped support you with his arm now wrapped around your shoulders.

"Of course. Can you walk to the SUV?" You give him a small nod. Neither of you thought it really called for using the ambulance when there was at least one injury that was far worse than yours.

After telling Rossi to inform the team of what was going on, Hotch helped you get in the backseat and into a good position before driving you to the nearest hospital. It was a local case so he knew exactly where he was going.

Once you'd made it to the hospital and you had been placed in a room awaiting the results of the x-ray, Aaron could see how nervous you were about being there. He didn't know why and he didn't want to pry for information. So instead he gently grabbed your hand and squeezed it, offering a small smile.

"How are you doing? Apart from the ankle."

"I'm alright. I'm just nervous. Hospitals...they aren't really my thing, you know?" Hotch gives a sympathetic nod and another gentle squeeze. "I understand that. Is there anything I can do to help?" You look away for a moment as you think and then turn back to him. "Could I have a hug?" He gives you a slightly bigger smile this time and leans in close to wrap his arms around you. "You can always have a hug, y/n." You both stay like this for a few seconds and then he pulls back, taking your hand in his again.

"Any better?"

"Very much. Thank you, Hotch. For coming here and sitting with me. And putting me at ease. You didn't have to but thank you for doing it anyway."

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to. I'm glad to."

Exchanging smiles once again, you're feeling much better now. Aaron has a way of calming you down and you're always grateful that he's willing to do so without hesitation.

[h4tchner]

Aaron Hotchner x Reader: cooking lesson took a turn

Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

summary: Rossi is giving cooking lessons at his home again. During the session you accidentally cut your finger. Aaron helps you out in the bathroom and what starts as a sweet caring moments turns into a heated encounter.

You’ve spend enough time at the BAU now to really feel a part of the team. They had a hard time with a new face like they always had, but luckily you were out of that awkward stage now. They even invited you over to have drinks or dinner. However that night they had something else. Rossi was giving cooking lessons. Apparently he’d done it before and the team had enjoyed it.

You were never the best in the kitchen. Even though, you were good with a gun and great in hand to hand combat, you were still clumsy in the kitchen. It was pathetic and you were a little ashamed of it. It made you nervous for Rossi’s cooking lesson.

When you arrived at his house everyone was already there. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes fell on Hotch. He was dressed in a blue polo shirt and jeans. It really was nothing special, but you never saw him in anything other than a suit. A suit looked great on him, but this... The shirt sat snug around his shoulders and biceps, making it hard for you to drag your gaze away.

You greeted every one and took a seat next to your boss at the kitchen island. Rossi shoved a cutting board and some vegetables over to you and Hotch.

“I want nice, thin slice,” he said and Hotch laughed and shrugged as he took two knifes. He handed one to you and you took it hesitantly. It wasn’t like you couldn’t be trusted with a knife. That wasn’t the case at all. It was just that you’d cut yourself enough times to know that it wasn’t a rare occurrence and you absolutely didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your boss and team that only recently accepted you as one of their own.

“You do know how to use a knife, don’t you?” Hotch said in his incredibly dry voice. A small smile was playing on his lips. One of those smiles that made your stomach make a deep dive. You rolled your eyes playfully at him and grabbed an eggplant. You slowly started cutting it up in thin slices, just how Rossi requested. It all went fine and your heart rate calmed down a bit.

You listened to the banter of your colleagues, laughing when Spencer said something unexpected or when Garcia said something so out of pocket. You were very aware of your boss sitting closely next to you. Almost touching elbows at times. Since his arms were bare and yours were too, you could feel the heat radiating from him. He put his knife down and reached across you, his shoulder grazing yours.

The touch caught you off guard and the knife slipped into your finger. A sharp pain shot through your finger.

“Ouch,” you said and stuck your bleeding finger into your mouth. Hotch pulled back and looked at you, his eyebrows up in concern.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I accidentally cut myself. It’s fine actually. Doesn’t hurt,” You rambled, only embarrassing yourself more. He gently took your wrist and pulled your hand away from your lips, looking down at the bloody finger.

“Dave, where do you keep the band aids?” he asked looking up.

“Bathroom,” Rossi said. Hotch got up, still holding your wrist. You followed him to the bathroom where he finally let go of your hand. The door fell closed behind you two.

“Clean it,” he ordered, so you did. You took some toilet paper and turned the sink on, holding your finger under the cold water. Hotch was looking through the cabinets for band aids. When he finally found a box, you were drying your finger with the toilet paper.

He took your wrist again, bringing it close to his face to see how deep it was. Blood was welling up again, but it didn’t hurt as much any more. However, you didn’t know if it actually hurt less or if all your attention was focused on how his large hand was wrapped around your wrist. He let go of your wrist to use both hands to wrap your finger with the band aid.

“Are you alright?” He asked. You laughed.

“It’s just a cut, Aaron.” Shit. You used his first name. He’s your boss, using his first name was way too informal. If he cared he didn’t show it.

“I can’t help but feel I’m responsible for this.”

“What it’s not your fault,” you said, actually surprised he thought it was.

“You cut yourself when I bumped into you.”

“You barely touched me. I’m just clumsy.”

“There are a lot of thing I could call you but clumsy isn’t one of them.”

“What kind of things?” You twinkled your eyes up at him, a grin on your face. He smiled one of those open mouthed ones and looked away from you. You got him. “Come on, don’t get shy on me now,” you teased. He looked back at you. His eyes slipped to your lips for just a moment. You couldn’t tell how much time went by between that moment and the next.

His lips crashed onto yours, not hard, but you still had to take a moment to steady yourself by grabbing his waist. One of his large hands went into your hair, the other to your neck, holding you close. You broke away for only half a second to catch your breath before going in again. His lips pressed yours apart and you let his tongue slip over your teeth as you let out a small groan. He tasted of red wine and something sweet.

You pushed the length of your body against his, running your hands up over his chest to his shoulders, neck, cupping his face. You felt him grow against you and you pushed harder against him, showing him you desperately want him. He groaned very softly against your lips as you teasingly moved your hips against him.

You slid your hands back down to his belt, hooking your fingers behind the waistband of his jeans, searching for the waistband of his boxers. You pushed his shirt up, your fingers caressing the soft skin of his stomach. He started to become slightly more impatient and began to unbuckle his belt. You pulled his jeans down a bit and ran your hand over the bulge in his boxers. He was breathing heavily as he watched you touch him. You swallowed thickly as you sank to your knees, taking his erection out of his boxers and running your hand over his full length. You pressed your lips against his tip and he let out a gasp. His fingers ran gently through your hair as you took him into your mouth.

You started moving your head and he threw his head back. His hips started move along, a sign that he was thoroughly enjoying himself. Your heard him breath loudly above you. Without a warning he pulled himself out of your mouth. He placed his fingers on your chin, guiding your back to your feet. He crashed his lips back onto yours as he pushed your pants down.

He turned you around, holding you by your neck, kissing your skin between his fingers. He slipped himself into you slowly.

“Are you okay?” he said against your ear. His voice low and his breath hot. You couldn’t speak like a normal human being and just made a sound. “I need you to use your words, Honey.”

“Good. I’m very good,” you whispered. “But I won’t be if you don’t carry on.” He let out a soft laugh and started to pump. First slowly, but increasing his tempo shortly after. The hand he didn’t have on your neck trailed over your chest, down to your stomach. His finger rubbing you, making you bite your lip not to make a sound. He kissed your neck over and over. He grunted against your neck as you felt him release, the muscles in his thighs tightening. He pulled himself out, but his fingers didn’t stop.

You bit your lip as he pushed his body against your back. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, your cheek rubbing across his, feeling his stubble and smelling his after shave. You gasped as pleasure spread out from your crotch to the rest of your body. His hand didn’t stop until you stopped shaking.

You stood against him for a moment, breathing heavily with him. Feeling how his body felt against yours. He pulled away first, pulling his jeans back up. You did so too.

“Everything okay?” Garcia said as you and Aaron exited the bathroom. “You’ve been in there a while.” A smile crossed Aaron’s face.

“It’s all good.”

[hotchy-poo]

Five Minutes

a/n: This is my literal first ever piece of fanfiction I've ever written so bare with me please, any and all feedback I would love. This is based off of season 3 episode 20 Lo-Fi.

Summary: The final moments of a terrorism case and too many close calls leaves the reader more shaken than usual.

GN!reader x BAU!Team, some slight Hotch x Reader, maybe Morgan x Reader if you look hard enough.

Word Count: 1.7k

cw: some swearing, discussions of death and explosions

You can hear your heart thudding in your chest, it feels like your ears are ringing but you can still clearly hear the sounds of the shoes and boots you and most of your team were wearing. Dave and Hotch had pieced it together that the profile your team had been putting together was wrong, it wasn't a trio or duo of serial killers, it was a home grown terrorism attack, and it was going to take place in a hospital in downtown New York. The hospital you and your team are currently in. Almost your entire attention is being put towards sweeping the parking lot searching for the terrorist ambulance driver.

The rest of your brain was occupied with two thoughts. 1. Where the hell is Derek Morgan and 2. That surveillance video of Kate Joyner's SUV blowing up, sending her and Hotch flying. He's behind you now, you can hear the change in his gait, his limp from the shrapnel cutting its way into his leg. You also know his face is scratched to hell and his ear is bleeding. Part of you wishes he would have sat this out due to his injuries but everyone knows he's allergic to taking care of himself.

Turning the corner, gun in hand, finger on trigger, you shake those last two thoughts from your head. All focus needs to be on this current situation. Reid nods towards the elevator and you see the dead special service agents lying there covered in blood. One of their legs in the way of the door preventing it from closing all the way.

Your attention is then drawn to a man who is sitting on the concrete floor with his legs crossed. A phone in one hand and a knife in the other. The team surrounds him, guns raised and ready. You notice his EMS uniform and know this is one of the UnSubs, the master bomber. You also notice the lack of ambulance with a bomb that would decimate this hospital and surrounding buildings. The bomber decides he won't be arrested and uses the knife to end his life, proving that he would kill and be killed for his cause.

A faint explosion is heard far in the distance as Hotch calls in that the hospital is secure. The tension could be felt in everyone's chest as they turned their heads to the sound, making eye contact with others, panic visible in their expressions. Reids phone rings and he immediately answers, only a second passing before his whole body sags with relief as he hears Morgans voice on the other side letting him know he is ok and the bomb exploded in a safe location away from the city and its residents. Relief fills your chest as you realize everyone is safe and that another case has come to an end. And while it may not have been the ending anyone wanted, it was over and you looked forward to leaving this experience in the past.

You had barely gotten enough sleep in your hotel room, expecting to have passed out from exhaustion from the events of the case, but you found yourself thinking of all of the what ifs. What if Morgan hadn't of gotten to a safe location in the ambulance, or what if he hadn't gotten out in time, what if Garcia couldn't have jammed the cell towers like she did, what if Hotch had been closer to the SUV or even inside of it. Tossing and turning all night left you quieter than usual in the morning and it was not unnoticed by your team.

Reid, Morgan, Garcia, Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi said their goodbyes and see you laters to you and Hotch outside the federal building. You offered to make the drive with the injured man and Morgan was more than happy to let you as he wanted to lay down on the flight and drink his Cristal. Keys in hand you and Hotch begin the walk to the black SUV you would be driving, subconsciously you brace for some sort of impact as you approach the vehicle and before you can try to play it off Hotchner is suddenly standing in front of you with a concerned look in his eye.

"Everything ok Agent L/N?" he asks raising his eyebrow.

You brush him off trying to step around him "yeah of course I'm fine." Hotch shuffles his feet and prevents you from walking away. "I'm just not super excited for the long drive Hotch, I'm good."

You hope that that was enough to sway him and you think is has as he lets you step around him. Just as you reach for the cars handle to throw your bag in the back, you feel his hand grasp your elbow and turn you to face him.

"You know" he begins "it's ok to be upset, what we all just went through in the past couple of days was hard and damaging, and its ok to feel conflicted, or sad, or angry." He moves his head trying to make eye contact with you but your eyes are firmly placed on the sidewalk. Knowing that if you try to explain what it is that you are feeling it might all come out as word vomit and your emotions might get the best of you.

"I'm good Hotch" you respond still not making eye contact "let's just go." You pull your arm out of his grasp before throwing yours and his bag in the back seat. Shutting the door you go to walk to the drivers side when Hotch calls your name.

"Y/N." Him saying your name doesn't leave room for you to walk away. You slowly turn to face him and you see his lips in a straight line and his eyebrows furrowed. He starts to walk towards you, his limp so prevalent and you can't keep it together anymore. Your eyes fill with tears threatening to spill over and you know that if you start to cry you won't be able to stop.

Hotch gently grabs your shoulder and sighs as he asks you again if you're ok and you can't keep your emotions and tears at bay any longer. Tears start to fall down your cheeks as you try to speak.

"It's just... this case was so much... we thought we had it figured out and that we could catch them but they were always a step ahead of us" The tears keep rolling and you can't stop talking even if you wanted too. A sob breaks out of your mouth and you drop your head as your body shakes with your cries. "All I can think about is the what ifs, all I can see is that surveillance video of you being BLOWN up Hotch" You're aware that your voice is much louder than it needs to be and Hotch's ear rings and aches but he acts like it doesn't bother him. "You got flung across a street Hotch! Derek climbed into a goddamn ambulance with an explosive that would have decimated three blocks of this city at least!" Your breathing is erratic, chest falling and raising quickly. You're using your hands very expressively and Hotch grabs both of your arms to try and slow you down.

"I need you to breathe Y/N" he says but you're not listening.

"I thought you had died when I saw that video!" you sob. " And you weren't answering your phone!"

"I left it behind, I forgot about it" He responds "I didn't mean to I'm sorry" his voice is quiet and gentle.

"And then once we were in the hospital Derek took off like a madman and when the ambulance blew up I thought he was in it!" You are still almost yelling, the tears have not slowed at all, in fact they may have sped up. You keep rambling about how you thought you had lost Hotch and then how you thought you had lost Derek. Starting to stumble over your words you stop talking and just start to sob, pulling your hands up over your face.

Suddenly you're pulled into Hotch's chest, one arm wraps around the middle of your back securing you to him, and the other goes to the back of your head. You can his thumb moving on your back trying to calm you. You know your tears are staining his clothes but you can't seem to care, you also wouldn't be able to escape his hug even if you wanted to.

He holds you as you cry, not caring that you are on a busy sidewalk, ignoring peering eyes. His only concern right now is you.

"I know that this case was a lot Y/N" he begins "this case demanded a lot of us, and we were put into dangerous situations. But I'm ok" He moves his hands to grab the sides of your face and pull your head up so that you can look at each other. "Derek and I are ok, some healing time is necessary but we're alive and well."

Your cries have stopped and now you're just left with a runny nose. Sniffling you take a step out of the embrace allowing his hands to fall back to his sides. You let out a singular breathy laugh and wipe your face with your hands.

"You're right" you agree with him, Derek and Hotch are alive and that is what matters the most. "I'm still gonna kick Derek's ass for what he did."

Hotch exhales through his nose and cracks a small smile "why don't we start driving back to Quantico L/N, its a long journey ahead of us."

You nod and climb into the drivers seat of the car, immediately refusing his offer to drive. Turning the key in the ignition and plugging in the offices address into the GPS, you take one deep breath and let it out slowly as you turn on the blinker and pull out into traffic.

The car is silent for a few minutes before you decide to break it

"Hotch?" you ask. He turns his head to you, prompting you to continue, "promise me you won't tell the others that I just cried in your arms for a minute in the middle of down town New York?" You glance over at him and you see a small smirk form on his face.

"I would never" he responds. I also won't say that it was five minutes not one he thinks to himself.

a/n ok im kinda proud of this, and i hope i can articulate myself well enough, literally just watched this episode for the first time and i cried. if it sucks or you have any tips for me to write better please let me know! I really hope you enjoy it and I hope i get to make more fics hehe

[supercriminalbean]

Shopping Time

Dave Rossi x GN!Reader

Warning: NSFW. Sex mentioned. Sex Toys. Bondaged. Sir kink. Kinda Sugar Daddy vibes. Kinky stuff. No sex nor intermit stuff just flirting and implied things. Dom and sub relationship vibes

Summary: Your partner takes you to a sex shop first time.

Words: 1.7K

A/N: I completely forgot I wrote this, I found it in my drafts I wrote this like two months ago so damn. Um enjoy

“Woah” Your eyes shoot open at how big the store is as you walk in, surprising you with the amount of people that are inside. A comforting hand is placed on your lower back, helping lead you inside. It was your first ever time inside a sex shop, normally your partner just goes alone and brings back a few things that catches his eyes. 

“If this is too much, you can go wait in the car” Dave leans forward, kissing you on the cheek. 

“No I want to look around” Leaning backwards into his touch, only pulling away once your hand is intertwined with his.

“Okay” He squeezes your hand softly as he leads you further into the store. “I only need a few things today, and if you're a good for me, I might get you a reward” He smiles down at you, knowing you're always his good little doll for him.

“I’ll be good” Smiling back up at him, letting him lead the way.

“I know you will be” He smirks a little as he leads you down the aisle where the ropes and bondage gear all belong. 

“Don't we have some of this stuff already?” Looking up at him confused as he kneels down, so he can get a closer look. 

“We do, but some of our rope now has some wear and tear now, so some new gear will be good, I don’t want to tie you up with old rope and you end up getting rope burn now do I, amore?” Smirking up at you from his knees, he motions for you to join him down there. 

“That makes sense” Smiling softly as you kneel down, joining him. He takes your hand in his and brings it to some of the rope he seems to be studying, he brings the rope in your hand, testing the feeling of it against your skin.

“How does that one feel?” He watches you closely as you slide your hand across it, before quickly pulling your hand off it.

“I um.. It feels scratchy” Rubbing your hand against your other arm to try and get the feeling off it. You have some texture issues, it's something Dave always takes into consideration when he buys you anything. It's why he really wanted to bring you in today, make sure he gets the right one for you.

“Okay, what about the next one?” He gives you an encouraging smile as you move your hand to the next brand beside it, feeling it more carefully.

“It's better, but it feels weird” You keep your hand on as you speak, trying to figure out what you dislike about it.

“Okay that's good so far, what about the other one?” Dave nods, taking down a mental note. You pull your hand off that one and move to touch the other one, but you stop.

“Not that one” A sharp shake of your hand alerts Dave immediately. 

“That's okay, we can skip that one, there's only one left for the ropes, do you think you can touch that one?” Dave softens his tone as he speaks, knowing how your anxiety can also play up along with your sensory processing disorder. 

“Yeah I can” Smiling weakly as you reach out for it, running your fingers over it slowly, before fully gripping it with your palm, a smile spreading across your face.

“Looks like we found the right one huh, sweetheart?” Dave smiles softly, rubbing your back gently as you both stand up. 

“Yeah I like that one” Nodding at him, smiling at just how sweet and understanding your partner is. 

“I'm thinking we get at least 3, I want Black and purple, any suggestion for the third?” He asks as he reaches down and grabs them, placing them in his basket. 

“Can we get red please?” Smiling as you see him reach for it before you even say it properly. He knows black and red is one of your favourite colour combinations.

“Sure can” He intertwined both of your hands once moving, after he put the ropes in the basket. 

“What else do we need?”

“Well I ordered something last week online, which I need to go speak to someone about, so do you think you’ll be okay if I leave you here for a few minutes?” He sighs a little, knowing how much you hate being left alone, but knowing you also hate talking to strangers.

“No that's fine sir, I’m happy to browse by myself for a little while” Smiling happily up at him, actually looking forward to freely looking around.

“Good, thank you tesoro” Dave smiles, kissing you softly before pulling away. “Can you just stay amongst these 3 aisle for me, so I can find you easily”

“Yes sir” Biting your lip lightly as you smile at him, trying to hold back the smile that comes along every time he kisses you in public.

“Buona tesoro, I won’t be long” Squeezing your hand softly before he walks away, leaving you alone. 

~~~

Slowly you walk around the aisles, ending up in the aisle that has paddles and whips. Your eyes land on a beautiful black and red pattern paddle, your hand traces along it, feeling how soft and hard the material feels. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like against your ass. You’ve used these with Dave before, normally when he spanks you he prefers to use his hands, but a few times in the past these have come in handy. Gulping thickly as you think back to those times, remember the pain and pleasure that he can easily apply to your body, and just how badly you crave it. 

“And what have you found Amore?” Dave approaches quietly, coming to stand directly behind you. You jump back a little in fright banging straight into his chest. 

“Oh shoot, you scared me Dave” Quickly turning around to face him, smiling up at him excitedly.

“Sorry darling” Placing his hands on your hips, bringing you closer into him. 

“Did you get what you needed?” Leaning into his touch, enjoying the way he touches you.

“I did, and what have you found while I’ve left you alone?” smirking playfully at you, noticing that shy look flashing on your face.

“N n nothing” Avoiding his eyes as you lie badly to him. 

“Oh come on amore mio, don’t get shy on me” Grinning down at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Also don’t lie, you know my rules, now were we looking at that paddle there huh?” His condescending tone makes you bow your head, giving him a small nod.

“Sorry for lying sir.. I just, yes I was looking at it” Admitting shyly, as he tilts your head back up to him.

“It is pretty, but we already have a paddle that we don’t use too often anyway?” Dave raises his eyebrow as he speaks, wanting to see your response.

“I know” Whining softly, “But we don’t have one that's this pretty, also if we get it, then we have more excuse to use it more, please” Biting your lip, as you pout, look up at him.

He lets out a soft playful groan. “I mean you have been so good for me, I did say you could get a reward if you behaved” A smirk slides onto his face as he sees your face light up.

“We can get it?” Squeaking softly in excitement, “Thank you thank you sir” 

“No problem sweetheart, I can’t wait to spank your ass red with it” A low chuckle escapes his throat as he reaches for it. Your face drops, just realising the amount of danger your ass is about to be in.

“Oh no”

~~~

Dave leads you to the aisle with vibrators, his arm securely around your waist.

“Dave, don’t we already have enough vibrators?” Smiling a little as he stops you in front of a certain selection.

“No such thing” He dismisses that thought from you quickly, passing you the basket to hold for a moment. He reaches for two packages of vibrators, before turning to you with a mystery grin.

“So do you want white or green?” 

“Um green, but that was quick?” Tilting your head at his quick decision making.

“Oh I read about these online” He smirks, placing one back on the shelf and the other in the basket. “This will be perfect for us” 

“Um what's so special about this one?” Holding the basket back out for him, watching as he moves the basket to his far hand and takes your in his.

“Well this is controlled by an app on your smartphone, so when you're at home, all alone and desperate for me, I can still make you cum even when I'm across the country” His words make you squeeze your thighs together, a small whimper slips through your lips. 

“That sounds dangerous” Giggling softly as you lean into him.

“Oh It Is” He chuckles deeply, licking his lips. “Especially because you know I’m not going to stop at just one darling” A small growl leaves his lips as he leans down kissing your cheek as he leads you to the counter, where a few other things he had already ordered online were waiting for him. The cashier rings it all up for him, making small talk with Dave. Your eyes almost jump out of your head as you see the final price.

“Dave, that's too much money!” You complain, staring at him in shock.

“Relax bellissimo, how many times do I have to tell you money doesn’t matter?” He laughs softly, wrapping his arm around you as he pays for the gear. 

“I feel bad” You mutter softly as you two walk back to the car, Dave refusing to let you carry any of the bags.

“You shouldn't have to, I love spending my money on you, and especially on things like this” He smirks down at you, which reduces you to a silent puddle of mush, he laughs softly. Reaching the car he opens the door for you.

“Always such a gentleman” Smiling widely as you climb inside.

“Only while in public” He mutters to himself, putting the bags in the back, unable to think about anything else except taking you home.

[cherrycheolcoups]

found you | a.h.

summary: soulmate au where when you write something down on your skin, whether it be in pen, marker, etc. it shows up on your soulmate's skin as well.

pairing: hotch x gn!reader

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As children, you're told about soulmates. From a young age, (Y/N) has always been intrigued in the concept of soulmates and has always viewed it as a rather intimate thing, since the marks don't show up on anyone else. Sometimes, you do tend to forget about it showing on your soulmate's skin when you grab a writing utensil and draw whatever is on your mind at the time onto your skin. Typically, you keep to drawing or writing on your arm or hand.

Today, you had a few appointments and things to do, so you resorted to writing them down on your arm, scribbling them in almost a rush as you tried to get out of the house to get to your friend's house for an appointment and she had wanted you to tag along. You would worry later about your soulmate seeing these numbers on their skin. For now, you had a friend who needed you.

Aaron, on the other hand, was always very reluctant and wary about the whole soulmate thing. There's just no way it's mapped out that way eons ago, right? He had this viewpoint until the day a flower showed up on his inner left wrist. That was the first time Hotch had ever actually given it thought, and finally just accepted the idea that he had a soulmate after all, and that it wasn't just some cynical idea from someone. Today, the Unit Chief was in his office, pouring over reports that Strauss was breathing down his neck to finish in an ungodly amount of time. After a moment, the male was able to see some numbers poking out under his suit sleeve on his wrist.

Rolling up his sleeve to see better, Aaron took note of the numbers and what he assumed was a grocery list. Taking the yellow notepad in front of him, Hotch tore out a page and began to write the numbers down, wanting to know what they meant. If need be, Hotch would get Garcia to try and take a crack at it, or Reid since he was good with numbers. One of them had to know, because he couldn't make sense of the numbers. Hotch took the paper and left his office, going to Garcia first to see if she could make sense of it. He needed to know.

Walking into her office, he set the paper down in front of her without a greeting. "What do these numbers mean?" Hotch asked Garcia, who turned in her chair to give him a look before smiling. "Well. Hey to you, too, Hotch," she said before turning back around and typing the first series of numbers into her computer. And then doing the same with the others. "Turns out, these are numbers to different places. The first one is for a doctor's office, while the second is for a coffee shop. Let me guess, sir. Your soulmate wrote these on their arm, huh?" Penelope had questioned him with a gleam in her eyes.

Aaron cleared his throat and looked at her. "No. I found them in a report and didn't know what they meant," he said, hoping she believed him. After leaving her office, Hotch decided he would go to the coffee shop, and see if he would maybe meet his soulmate there after all this time. After a few minutes, Aaron found himself sitting down at a table in the coffee shop, a coffee sitting in front of him as he scanned the room, hoping he didn't look creepy or out of place.

The minute his eyes caught onto familiar writings, Hotch quickly grabbed a pen from his pocket and wrote on his right inner wrist, ensuring the person would see the words. 'Found you' was what Aaron had written down. A smile appeared on his face when he saw you turn around and lock eyes with him. Hotch gave a small wave before picking up his coffee and walking over to your table, sitting down. "Hey. It's nice to finally meet the person that makes cute drawings show on my skin from time to time."

"Yeah. It's nice to finally put a face to the messy little notes that appear on my wrist," you had countered, smiling behind your coffee cup. This caused Aaron to chuckle and duck his head a little bit, the tips of his ear turning a little red. "I-I'm Aaron," Hotch had told you, receiving your name in return.

For the next few hours, the two of you simply sat and got to know each other better, oblivious the the rest of his BAU team somewhere in the corner watching. "He's so smitten," Emily had told them, laughing. "Definitely. At least he's happier," Morgan had said, to which the rest of them agreed. Rossi, being Rossi, had gotten up from their table and walked over to yours and Aaron's, patting Hotch on the back while leaning in. "Attaboy, Aaron," Rossi whispered, a smirk on his face again as he then walked away, leaving Aaron red and speechless. And a stuttering mess, but you weren't going to embarrass him further, though it was cute.

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interview day | s.r

summary: in which two very different people become friends

requested?: yes! requested by @pasta-and-isopods

request: is it possible for you to do a platonic fic where spencer reid becomes friends with the reader? 

pairing: spencer reid x platonic gn!reader

category: fluff, platonic

content warnings: none!

word count: >1k

Interview day. 

A day hated by the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, but especially Penelope Garcia. It was known by everyone that knew the girl that she despised change, so when it came to interviewing day which meant hiring someone new after Ashley Seaver had transferred departments, Garcia was pacing all around the room, watching people walk in and out of Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner’s office all day. 

Another person anxious about the upcoming interviews was Y/N L/N.

The day had finally come when they flew through the academy and they could start applying for real-life roles in the FBI, actually working for them, rather than just train. Y/N decided that the Behavior Analysis Unit would be the perfect fit for them, but, like anyone, they were terrified of not being able to make it, especially since they were only 26. 

Y/N stared at the silver elevator doors, standing two feet away from them. “You know, you actually have to get in the elevators to go somewhere.” Y/N’s face grew red as they turned around, facing a tall, light-skinned man and a blonde woman. “Where are you headed?” The light-skinned man asked, holding the doors open as the three stepped into the elevator. “Up to the BAU. I’m being interviewed for one of their profiler positions.” 

“Oh! We work for the BAU. I’m Jennifer Jareau and this is Derek Morgan.” 

Y/N shook their extended hands. “Y/N L/N. It’s nice to meet you.” Jennifer smiled at Y/N as the elevator doors opened, the three stepped out and walked towards the glass doors. “Welcome to the BAU, L/N. Good luck. Hotch’s door is just up those stairs and the first one on the left.” Y/N signaled a thank you to the two before walking up to the Unit Chief’s office. 

They stood at the door for a moment and stared before lifting their fist and knocking gently.

“Come in.” A deep voice spoke from behind the door. Y/N opened the door slowly. “Mr. Hotchner? I’m Y/N L/N. I have an interview with you?” The dark-haired man looked up from his paperwork and nodded, standing to his feet. “Nice to meet you, Dr. L/N. I’ve heard a lot about you from Dave, uh, Agent Rossi.” 

Y/N smiled at this. During their time at the academy, David Rossi had spent a few hours here and there observing the agent trainees, taking notes of who would be good candidates for future positions. Rossi had observed Y/N and hinted to them about the position at the BAU that would be opening up. 

“So, I’ve read your files. Top of your class at the academy and graduated with a PhD in Psychology from Yale.” Hotch raised an eyebrow at Y/N to which they just sheepishly smiled. “That’s impressive.” 

After twenty more minutes of discussion, Hotch had come to a decision. “Well, welcome to the team, Dr. L/N. I can take you now to meet the rest of the team if you’d like.” Y/N nodded, standing to their feet and following the man out of his office. They followed him down the walkway to another room in which a group of people sat. 

“Can I have everyone’s attention?”

The group of five people looked up in unison. “Everyone, meet the newest member of our team, Dr. Y/N L/N. Please make them feel welcome. I’ve got to get back to my office.” With that, Hotch left the room, leaving Y/N standing there awkwardly, waiting for someone to speak up. 

“Told you that you’d do fine.” 

Y/N laughed softly at Derek’s teasing tone. He stood up, pointing to everyone and introducing them to Y/N. Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Spencer Reid. Her new team. 

Y/N had yet to meet this “Spencer” everyone talked about, but they mentioned he was around somewhere, so they’d cross paths eventually.

“It’s really nice to meet you all.” Y/N smiled, shaking hands with everyone. After a while, Y/N walked downstairs to get a cup of coffee. A tall man with sandy brown hair and a satchel strapped over his shoulder stood at the coffee machine. Y/N poured themself a cup and added creamer and sugar. 

“Did you know that Americans drink 3 coffee cups a day on average, which equates to 400 million cups per day and 146 billion cups per year?”

Y/N looked up at the man who stood there with one hand awkwardly in his pocket, and the other holding his coffee cup. “Huh, I had no idea. But, it makes sense. Coffee’s addicting.” Y/N smiled, shrugging softly. They took a sip of the hot liquid, humming in response to the delicious taste. 

“Are you new here?” 

Y/N nodded. “I just got hired with the BAU. I’m Dr. Y/N L/N. You?” Spencer nodded, making a mental note of their title. Finally, another doctor like him. “I’m, uh, Dr. Spencer Reid.” Y/N’s eyes lit up. Finally, they met every single member of the team.

“Nice to meet you, Dr.” 

“Ditto, Dr.”

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My Italian landlord

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

Summary: While studying law, you've found a place under David Rossi's roof. He is a very thoughtful landlord and he invites you to join him and his team for Italian cooking lesson. You can't help but notice the intriguing dark haired man and how much you have in common.

Words: 3.6k

Warning: None that I can think of. Just cute and fluffy.

A/N: Got this idea from this post thanks @boldlyvoid . I have hyperfixated on this story for the past 6 hours, feedback is more than welcome.

For someone who’s trying to put themselves through law school at the age of 30, you’re living surprisingly well. You live inside a mansion, just 20 minutes away from Washington DC. The house is beautiful, it’s got a pool and all the fixings. The house has way too many rooms, a beautiful big kitchen and living room.

Well, your landlord does. You live in one of the big rooms downstairs, which is bigger than most rent apartments in the city. You have a little space for your kitchen, own bathroom and everything you need. Your landlord is this lovely, older gentleman, David Rossi. He’s rarely home, which you find odd, as he has such a big house just for himself and rarely spends any time there.

But you admire him, he’s a well known author and a profiler in the FBI. His job fascinates you and he loves telling you about it to inspire you to work on your law degree. As he is at work most of the time, you take care of the house. You don’t mind it, you’re more than happy to help as a thank you for such a small rent. And he lets you use the house as you please when he’s gone.

David had gotten home earlier today, and you’re just trying to relax at your apartment. You’re waiting for your friend, John, who’s on his way to study together. You’re both in your third and final year of studying. You’re excited and nervous at the same time. You’ve done your absolute best with your studies and you feel confident during tests, but you’re nervous for the bar exam and actually getting on the field. Impostor syndrome at its best.

You’re laying on your bed, staring at the ceiling. A quiet ‘ding’ from your phone gets your attention and you sit up to grab it from the night stand.

David Rossi: There’s an attractive man here to see you

You chuckle at his text, shaking your head. He might be older in age, but sometimes he’s so young at heart. He loves joking around and teasing you about your friends and you still being single.

You: Haha - that’s John! You can send him back down stairs.

You hear familiar footsteps in the staircase, identifying them to be John’s. He doesn’t bother knocking on the door, but enters as if he’s been there a million times before. “Hey there” he greets you and hops on the bed next to you. As you’re about to dive into the books your phone goes off again.

David Rossi: Is John going to be a regular guest?

If the man would be one to use emojis, you know there would be a winky face at the end. John is curious as you smile at your phone.

“Dave’s asking about you” you giggle “asking if you’re going to be a regular here”.

“If I’d known you live in a mansion like this, I would have come a lot earlier” he laughs and gets the rest of the books out of his bag.

You: Well… John’s a good friend.. but he’s gay if that’s what you’re asking me

You put your phone on mute for the duration of your little study session. You find the subjects very interesting and fascinating, but they are for sure difficult. But some subjects you do find rather boring, and can’t help but wonder, ‘who would like to only focus on Copyright or Corporate tax laws?’ But, in a way, all the subjects are in a way tied together.

As John leaves, this time from the downstairs door, you open your phone to a longer message from your landlord:

David Rossi: You could get a guy here if you learned a good pasta. This Friday, come upstairs, I’ll show you how to make a Risotto that will get you married and out of my basement.

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You’re not sure why you agreed to go, but here you are, getting ready to meet with Rossi and his friends. Also, apparently learning how to make risotto. You’re not sure what makes you more nervous, trying to learn proper Italian risotto under the gaze of David Rossi or the fact that all his friends are his team mates, the rockstars in their field.

After countless encouragement texts from John, you change into a casual yet tidy black jumpsuit and add a belt to your waist. The v-neckline is rather deep, but not in a trashy way. You try to smile at yourself through the mirror, cheering yourself up. It doesn’t work.

You hear the doorbell ring and not long after, plenty cheerful voices greet the owner of the house. You take a deep breath and head upstairs.

“There they are!” Rossi exclaims the moment you have made it to the main floor. It’s a mixture of an open concept kitchen and living room and entrance. The lights are bright on the white textures. There are multiple wine bottles open on the counter, expensive kinds, you’re sure.

David comes to hug you tightly, as if you’re part of the family. It gets you off guard, but you respond to his hug kindly. As you step back, you notice a few people standing behind him, eyes focused on you. There’s two blonde women, both of them are gorgeous. There’s a younger looking man behind them with brown, slightly curly hair. He seems a bit shy. At the door, a couple are still hanging their coats. Both of them are darker in tone, the man is clearly in a very good shape and muscular, the woman has her shiny black hair on a high ponytail. Very attractive couple.

David introduces all of them to you and you shake their hands politely. Everyone except the shy man, Spencer, who rather waves. With a smile, you wave back. You also note that David introduces you to Spencer with extra care. Apparently he has PhDs in three different subjects, he is a genius of sorts and apparently is called ‘the pretty boy’ inside the team. You can’t disagree, he is rather pretty and seems like a sweet guy. Cute. But not really your type. You see him blushing as David introduces him to you.

The attention quickly shifts to the wine and host. You get seated next to Spencer. Jennifer and Penelope are in the middle, chatting with David and on the other corner the couple, Derek and Savannah. Jennifer hands you a glass of white wine which you graciously accept.

As David’s about to start chopping onions, the doorbell rings again. Penelope, the blond woman in bright pink heels and orange dress hops out of her chair and sprints to the door as quickly as she can in those heels. You’re praying she doesn’t sprain an ankle on her way. “Thank you Penny” David exclaims from behind the counter as the woman opens the door.

You’re curious and turn to look towards the door, while taking a sip of your wine. You don’t yet see who’s there, but you hear a deep man’s voice apologizing he’s late. As David raises his gaze towards the door a smile rises to his face “Aaron! You made it!” He quickly turns back to the onion.

You now see the man walking in, with a bottle of wine in his hands. He’s tall. That’s the first thing you notice. His hair is dark and slightly messy. Probably from the wind. He’s a bit older than the rest of the team. His shoulders are broad and he looks very attractive in a black polo shirt and black jeans. He has an apologetic look on his face as he speaks “Jack had a surprise sleepover invitation. Hope I’m not too late from the fun” he looks at his team mates and then turns his gaze on you, the odd one out.

You feel like you’ve been staring at him and you feel heat rising to your cheeks as his eyes are now on you. As David notices him looking at you he speaks “This is (Y/N). They've been living downstairs for the duration of her studies”

He walks from behind you and takes a seat on the chair next to you. He extends his hand towards you and you grab it “I’m Aaron. Everyone calls me Hotch, though.” he introduces himself with a soft smile. He has adorable dimples on his cheeks as he smiles and his eyes are a really beautiful, rich caramel color.

You clear your throat “I’m (Y/N). Nice to meet you”

Before anyone gets a better chance to speak, David raises his hands as a sign of silence. Everyone obeyed. “Alright, we’ll have plenty of time for chit-chat but right now, I want to teach you all how to make a proper, authentic risotto” he winks at you as he speaks and you look down to your wine glass. He goes on about how risotto is supposed to be creamy and still have a bit of bite in it. He cooks the onion in a generous amount of butter, adds the rice and wine and slowly cooks it, adding in the broth. It's mesmerizing to watch him working. Penelope asks him different questions every step of the way, getting an unappreciative look from the man. About 30 minutes and a lot of seasoning later, the risotto was ready.

The smell is heavenly and it sure looks delicious. As everyone’s gotten a plate, silence took place as people took a bite, about to judge the chef. And as expected, the taste was perfect. It was creamy but not runny. It’s not mushy, it’s a perfect texture and the cheese and wine are a perfect match. As Rossi is pleased with the feedback, he takes a plate and sits down to eat with the rest.

Chatter took place as the team spoke while eating. Your nerves have calmed down, but you do feel a bit out of place. You eat silently, just listening to everyone talking. Your attention quickly turned to the dark haired man as he spoke next to you with a soft tone “Dave said that you’ve been living here during your studies” he sits on the chair with good posture and you can’t help but notice how good his table manners are, probably deep in his spine that he doesn’t even notice it himself. There’s something about his voice only that intrigues you, and something about, well, everything about him is very attractive to you and you’re drawn to him. “What is it that you study?”

You take a sip of wine as you feel your mouth dry. The wine doesn’t really help. “Law. I go to George Washington University” you state with a hint of pride. Something in his eyes light up as you mention your school. Oh the spark makes his eyes even more attractive.

“I got my law degree from there as well” he confesses and manages to surprise you with it. “Before the Bureau, I was a prosecutor for awhile” he takes a sip of his wine.

“What made you change the field?” you’re curious.

“I’ve always been fascinated by human behavior and as a prosecutor, I always felt like I was one step behind. Like, I wanted to do something to help and stop the people before it gets to the courtroom” He explains calmly. You could listen to his voice forever, it’s soothing yet firm.

“I get that” you sigh, turning your head momentarily towards the others, but like a magnet, the man’s eyes pull you back towards him. “I work as a barista, and as much as I do love coffee, I do want to make a difference”

The conversation flows so comfortably, the others at times joining in. You find out that Aaron is the leader of the team, he is a single parent to a young boy, Jack and he has a similar humour to you. You also find out that his laugh is one of the most wholesome sounds you’ve heard in your lifetime. You tell him about the cafe that you work in during the weekends, about how you ended up living at Rossi’s, which he finds amusing, as David is not much of a people person at times. You tell him that you’re nervous about the bar exam, and he’s very reassuring that you’ll do well. He also tells you about how nervous he was when having his.

Something about his reassurance made your heart beat faster. His hand briefly touches the small of your back, sending shivers all over. You can’t help yourself from blushing, but turn your face away from his gaze. As you try to figure out what the others are talking about, you still feel his eyes on you. As you feel the heat on your face calming down, you turn back to him and resume with the conversation.

What feels like too soon, the night is about to come to an end. Everyone’s getting ready to leave and head home. A part of it is making you sad, as you had enjoyed the conversation with Hotch and you were excited that you had the chance to meet the team. You wish goodnight to Derek and Savannah who head out the door first. Jennifer and Spencer join briefly after. Penelope is asking David for a pasta recipe which is keeping them both occupied for awhile longer as you wish Aaron a good night.

“It was nice to meet you tonight” you admit shyly. He puts on his black heavy jacket as it was snowing outside earlier. This man seems to look good in about everything.

There’s a small smirk on his face as he speaks “It was a pleasure” Interesting choice of words. You’re not sure how to respond, just smile at him. You want to hug him, but you restrain yourself from it as it doesn’t seem natural to hug someone you have met for the first time. Your attraction to him tells you to kiss him, but that ain’t happening. You’re a little confused where that thought came from as dating someone has been the furthest thing in your mind lately. “Until we meet again” he whispers and winks at you. You’re caught off guard by the change of his tone and you’re not sure if you’ve imagined the wink. You’re speechless. So you just stand there, watching him wave goodbye to Penelope and David who are still in the kitchen.

Later that evening, once you’re back at your own space and under the covers, you feel the butterflies flying back to your stomach as you think of the intriguing company you had this evening. And you can’t help but wonder, what does he mean with ‘until we meet again’? It’s not often that David hosts these kind of evenings, you haven’t met the team in three years of living under the roof of Rossi. It’s not likely that you’ll meet him again anytime soon.

The night goes by too fast and gets disturbed by the sound of your alarm. You curse under your breath and turn to switch the alarm off. You had forgotten it’s Saturday and a day of work. Head still clouded by the short amount of sleep as you step into the shower and get ready for your day. Like autopilot, you eat a quick breakfast and head to work.

You open up the coffee shop, just like every other Saturday morning. Your coworkers have been at work for hours already, baking and getting everything ready for the day and the smell is amazing. It’s snowing outside and it looks cold and gray, so you decide to light up candles on the tables. You’re really happy with how everything looks, it’s welcoming and cozy.

The morning’s slow, as it usually is. And with weather like this, you would be staying at home too, if it wasn’t for work. Few customers here and there, but it’s mostly very peaceful and you get a chance to hang out with your coworkers. It’s nice for a change.

“But all in all, the risotto was delicious and I met a lot of interesting people. Definitely not a bad evening” you tell the bakers who were curious about your Italian cooking lesson. The bell rings at the door notifying you of a customer, so you enter back to the cafe side. “Good morning” you greet the customer with a smile.

“Good morning to you” you recognize the voice and it makes your heart skip a beat. You realize that it’s Aaron from last night. His hair is slightly wet from the snow outside. He has the same black jacket from yesterday and he looks good. He opens his jacket and you notice he’s wearing a light blue quarter zip shirt and black jeans. It hugs his body in all the right places, but is loose enough to stay comfortable and relaxed. “I couldn’t help it but come check out the cafe you mentioned yesterday” His dimples still get your heart in awe as he smiles at you.

“Yeah?” you raise your eyebrow as you question his reasons. “Don’t you live on the other side of the town?” you can’t help your smirk.

He looks down to the ground and rubs his neck as he laughs nervously “Caught me”. He steps closer to the counter, not even taking a look at the pastries, not even trying to hide the fact that he came all the way here, for you. “But I met this really nice barista yesterday and I wanted to check their work out before they become a kickass lawyer”.

It was your turn to look down. You feel blushing even more intensely than yesterday and are not capable of hiding it. “That’s very sweet of you. How can I impress you this morning?”

“Is that what you want to do? Impress me?” he leans on his forearms on the counter, getting a bit closer to you and you do everything in your power to not do the same thing, and have your lips just inches away from his. You shrug teasingly, not sure what to say.

“What is it that you’re into, Mr. Hotchner?” you ask, getting one of your best cups in hand.

“Into as in coffee or something totally different?” he’s teasing you and you can’t help but love it. “I’m a man of classics, but sometimes, I like a little bit of spice”. The way he pauses before the word spice makes your brain short-circuit. Trying to distract yourself from the attractive man in front of you, you try to think of something to make him.

“I think I got you just the thing” you say now more confidently. Coffee is your thing. You’ve been doing it for years. Cappuccino is a classic for many tastes, but you add a bit of cardamom on the espresso. You add a beautiful art on top, something you’ve learned to excel in and sprinkle a bit of cinnamon on top. You feel his eyes on you as you work, and it makes you confident because this is what you’re truly good at.

You hand it to him and he looks at it in awe. “Are you sure it’s not too pretty to drink?” he looks back to you and takes the cup in his hands. You notice how small the cup looks in his hands. Somehow, you get your eyes off of his hands and back to his eyes. His gorgeous eyes. ‘Damn, get yourself together’ you try to calm yourself down.

“You’ll have to try and find out”

The look he gave you was far from innocent and you felt your breath getting caught in your throat, until the bell rang on the door again. You are forced to break eye contact with the man in front of you.

“Good morning” you greet the customer and see Hotchner taking his drink and going to sit on the table nearby. The customer isn’t feeling chatty this morning, ordering one Latte Macchiato to go, which you get done for him quickly. As you’re working, you notice Aaron looking at you for few seconds at a time, then turning back to look at his cup in front of him.

Not many minutes later, Aaron walks back to the counter and hands you the empty cup. “Thank you, it was perfect” his hand lingers on the counter top once you’ve taken the cup out of his hands. “How much I owe you?”

“Actually” you go to pick up a box you had filled just a moment before and hand it to him “It’s on the house, on one condition” he looks at you confused as you hand him the box. “There’s something sweet there for you and Jack to enjoy tonight” you answer his question he never had the chance to answer.

He’s clearly touched by the thoughtful gesture “Alright. I’ll bite. What’s the condition?”

“Call me tonight” you try to keep your face blank, but his piercing eyes are making it really hard. You gesture towards the box where you slipped your phone number earlier and he understood the hint.

“Can’t wait” he smiles and in a moment walks outside into the snow.

You feel giddy and like you could jump up and down and scream out of excitement. You pick up your phone from under the register and send a text quickly.

To: David Rossi

You: Thank you for last night. And seems like after all, you might be right.

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Flirting

AN: An AU where Foyett doesn’t go after Hotch’s family, and Hotch and Haley both get to move on into new relationships. 

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader 

 “Has anyone else noticed that since the divorce, everywhere we go, women are flirting with Hotch?” You choke on your water at Derek’s question, and Spencer has to bang on your back to help clear your airway. 

Everyone’s eyes are on you, and with a final cough you say, “Out of everything I could have anticipated coming out of your mouth, that was nowhere on the list.” 

Derek shrugs, “It’s true. Cece in the Matloff case, Kate in New York.” 

“They liaised.” Emily pipes in and Derek grins while Spencer’s brow furrows.

Derek grins and lists several more recent examples.  

“Enough.” Rossi’s face says to grow up but his eyes speak to mischief, “Please tell me you all don’t analyze my love life like this.” 

You grin, “We don’t have that much time Dave. We have jobs and friends and families.” 

He swats you lightly on the head with a casefile, “Watch it smartass.” 

“Anyways, Dave is right.” 

“I may be right, but that wasn’t my point. I just wanted to be involved.” 

You roll your eyes and listen as the team shifts from talking about women flirting with Hotch to setting him up on a dating website. It’s been over a year since the divorce, and you know for a fact that Haley is dating someone. So did the rest of the team. He seemed fine to you. He had said very nice things about the guy. 

You keep your opinions to yourself, and turn back to your paperwork. Your nose is buried in a file when you feel him approach, right as Emily says something about him needing to get laid. You smirk when Hotch clears his throat and the team scatters to the wind. 

When he turns to look at you, you don’t look back. Instead you hunch over farther. A second later you feel a hand apply a light pressure in between your shoulder blades, forcing you to straighten. 

You look up and find the hand connected to Hotch, “You’re going to hurt your back.” 

You sit up, “I was trying to distance myself from the gossip.” 

“I appreciate that.” 

His fingers trail lightly down your back, and you can barely repress the shiver that goes down your spine. You shoot him a look and see the small grin hidden there. You roll your eyes as he heads back up to his office. 

You bug out on time for once, and get home fairly easy. You start dinner, and play some light music in the background. You’re tossing the salad when you hear the door open. Footsteps trek across the apartment, his bag lands on his desk, his keys next to it. From there you know he’ll shirk his jacket, take off his tie, and roll up the sleeves of his shirt.

Butterflies roll through your stomach, because you know what happens next. Sure enough a minute later strong arms wrap around your middle, and lips are pressed to the crook of your neck. He nibbles a little bit before saying, “I can’t believe you managed to keep a straight face.” 

“I’ve been doing it for six months now.” 

He straightens, and his hands move to your hips while his chin rests on the top of your head, “Was Dave any help.” 

“No! He just edges them on.” 

“We could just come out and tell them. Haley knows.” 

You roll your eyes, “Haley is the mother of your son. She needs to know who he’s spending time with. You were the same way when she started dating Bryan.” 

He snorts, “But I don’t go out on a monthly boy’s night with him, now do I?” 

You bat your lashes at him, “Maybe if you asked nicely?” 

His fingers glide across your ribs and you squeal as the tickling starts, and he hauls you away from the stove. You call mercy a minute later, and he kisses you. “Me and Haley being friends doesn’t bother you, does it?” 

You’d come into the BAU about six months after Aaron’s divorce and hadn’t met Haley until you and Aaron started dating. The two of you shared a lot of interests and a friendship had developed as a result. 

“Not at all. It’s nice that there’s no strife there, that we all just get along.” 

You stretch up and kiss him, and he grins into it, “We are going to have to tell the team, you know. Strauss and Dave have known since we filed the paperwork but. . .” 

You cut him off with another kiss, and when you pull back you say, “They’re profilers. If they don’t figure it out in the next six months, you may need to fire them.” Aaron just laughs, thoroughly content and happy.