#hotch x male reader

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Okokokok SO….. I know the cowboy!reader is already set up with JJ- but what if there’s like one fic with hotch instead of JJ as the love interest?

Love your work! Make sure to eat and drink some water!

-Gay trash panda

Oooooo!!! Is it really bad if now I want to do that as a separate series? My whole tumblr is just gonna be cowboy reader, I can see it now (I mean it already is - don't worry I fucking love cowboy reader)

combination of this ask too

Warnings: mentions of death, child deaths, yelling, kissing (fairy heavy make out scene which feels weird to type), yelling

Taglist at the bottom of the post

When you first joined the team, Hotch was a dick. He didn’t trust you, he didn’t like that the decision to add you to the team didn’t go through him. And he made that known from day one.

He had made snippy comments from your first day and had yet to stop. You would catch him glaring at you for no specific reason. You would always be the first one he sent back to the hotel on a case. And you were sick of it. It made you want to rip your hair out. 

This time, he was particularly annoyed because you had intervened during a hostage situation. Everyone else was practically sitting ducks, trying to talk him down when there was a little boy with him. You had disobeyed direct orders and snuck into the building, taking the unsub down (you knocked him out). Hotch was absolutely fuming from the second he realised you were gone. Stream practically flew out of his ears. 

You all head back to the police station in silence, Hotch motioning for you to get in the same car as him, Reid, and Rossi. Tension filling the air. You all made your way back to the bullpen, thankful the case was close by. 

“(Y/N), my office. Now.” Hotch says, walking past you, going straight to his office. 

“Good luck,” Morgan mumbles as you walked past him. 

You walk in. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Hotch snaps, as soon as you were in his office, door not yet fully closed before he’s yelling.

“What was I thinkin’?” You scoffed, “I was thinkin’ a kid needed help and none of y’all seemed to be doin’ anything about it!”

“You know it takes time to talk an unsub down!”

“N I weren’t willin’ to wait!” You snap. “I didn’t wan’ another dead kid in my arms!”

“You were reckless! If you keep going like that, you will end up with another dead kid in your arms!” He exclaimed. 

You don’t care that he’s your boss, that this is probably going to get you fired. All you can think about is the anger as you slam him against the wall. You both glare at each other, chests rising heavily. Silence passed, both of you glaring at each other, chests still rising angrily.

“You keep breathin’ like that n I’m gonna wanna kiss that pretty mouth of yours,” You mumble. 

And the next thing you know, he’s kissing you. And he's breathing heavily, the thought of you pressed against him causing his brain to short circuit. You don’t hesitate, kissing him back. The argument and hatred forgotten, your hands gripping his blazer tightly as you push against him, deepening the kiss.

Some clears their throat and you both pull away at record speed. Ignoring the potential whiplash, you turned to the noise, Garcia grinned at you both. “Thank God you finally realised, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.”

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[theseventhdimension]

The Art of the Post-Case Cuddling

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Gn! Reader (You are described as broader and taller)

Word Count: 1k+

DNI: All are Welcome!

Author's Note: Me no no wanna wake up

Me wanna cuddle with my boyfriend in bed all day :((

College is cruel, y'all, cruel I say 😔😔

Hotch had a certain.. "reputation" within the bureau—

He was known for being mean and unyielding, often referred to as ‘a dictator,’ ‘a cold king,’ or ‘a silent menace.’.

Plenty of coffee gossip merely makes the fire burn brighter, twisting and turning stories, rumours even, until he came out looking like a stone-faced, emotionless man. a robot, who cared for no one but himself.

The team sometimes saw a relaxed, softer version when he was playing with Jack, or during dinner's at Rossi’s,

but you were the only one fortunate enough to see Aaron with all of his castle walls down, bridge opened and moat drained.

With you, he could let loose and deflate like a balloon, knowing you'd always pick him up, inflate him once more, and never pop him.

Aaron had just returned from a grueling case, the weight of the day clinging to him in the form of sweat and grime.

As he slipped quietly into the bedroom, he paused for a moment, his heart aching with a mix of exhaustion and relief. The soft light from the nightstand bathed the room in a gentle glow, casting a serene halo around your sleeping form.

You lay sprawled on the bed, your hair damp and glistening softly from a recent shower, towel thrown astray on your bedroom floor.

Oh well, he can do the laundry later.

The sight of you, so peaceful and comfortable, was a balm to his weary soul. Aaron’s gaze lingered on you, appreciating the way the water droplets in your hair caught the light, and the way your relaxed posture seemed to absorb all the tranquility of the room.

Realizing that he was still covered in sweat and grime from the day’s work, he felt.. a pang of guilt, almost? He didn’t want to disturb your serenity or risk getting you dirty, but god did he want to cuddle up to you, your arms wrapped around him, pulling him into your chest.

..Not that he would ever admit that.

With a sigh, he turned away and made his way to the bathroom, the exhaustion in his limbs momentarily forgotten as he focused on the simple, comforting ritual of a hot shower.

The steam enveloped him as he stepped under the cascading water, the warmth seeping into his muscles and easing away the tension. He let the water wash away the grime and fatigue, allowing his mind to unwind.

After a few moments, he emerged from the bathroom, refreshed and clean, ready to join you in the quiet sanctuary of the bed, where he could finally relax and cherish the solace of your presence.

As the steam cleared off the bathroom mirror, Aaron noticed you leaning against the door frame, hair ruffled from sleep, shorts hanging low on your waist.

You looked wonderfully cozy, a vision of warmth and comfort amidst the lingering humidity. Your eyes were half-lidded, still heavy with sleep, and the soft light cast gentle shadows on your face, highlighting the peaceful lines and contours.

You were wearing one of his shirts, the fabric slightly stretched across your broader shoulders and longer torso. The shirt was snug in some places, the hem resting just above your thighs, but you wore it with an easy grace that made it look like it was made for you.

The sleeves barely reached your wrists, and the buttons strained just a little over your chest, but Aaron loved seeing you like this—wrapped up in his clothes, embodying a sense of intimate belonging.

The sight of you, so at ease and comfortable, made his heart swell with affection.

“Sorry, love, I didn’t mean to wake you,”

he spoke softly, his voice a gentle murmur as he tried not to disrupt the sleepy atmosphere. He hoped to coax you back to bed, to keep the serenity of the moment intact.

“You’re back early,”

you shuffled forward, the fabric of your shorts swishing softly with each step. Your arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a tender embrace. You rested your forehead between his shoulders, the warmth of your skin a soothing contrast to the coolness of the bathroom tiles.

Aaron placed his hands on top of yours, feeling the tension melt away under your touch. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the closeness, the way your presence seemed to fill the room with an aura of calm and love.

The faint scent of your shampoo, mixed with the clean, crisp smell of freshly laundered sheets, enveloped him, grounding him in the here and now.

“Mhhm, everyone just wanted to get home, well.. me included,”

you giggle at his last set of words as he murmured, his voice vibrating through his chest and your laugh through yours, resonating with the steady rhythm of your heartbeats.

The words were simple, but the way he said them spoke volumes about the exhaustion and relief intertwined in his being.

“Bedtime, Aaron. Bedtime.”

you whispered against his back, your breath warm and comforting, sending a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t just an invitation; it was a promise of rest, of peace, of the sanctuary you both found in each other’s arms.

“Lead the way, honey”

he replied, his voice softer now, almost reverent. He turned in your embrace, his eyes meeting yours, a tender smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Your hands slipped into his, fingers interlacing in a familiar dance as you guided him out of the bathroom, the quiet intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both like a protective cocoon.

You led him back to the bedroom, the room dimly lit by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The bed, with its rumpled sheets and inviting warmth, beckoned to you both.

Aaron followed your lead, his heart swelling with gratitude and love. As you settled back into the bed, he slid in beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, his head to your chest.

The world outside could wait. In this moment, in this space, it was just the two of you, finding solace in each other’s presence. The night was still, the only sounds the gentle rustle of the sheets and the quiet, rhythmic breaths you shared.

Aaron felt the last vestiges of tension leave his body, replaced by a profound sense of peace.

With you, he was home.

[starch1ldz]

Hotch: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Y/n: It was autocorrect

Hotch: Autocorrect wrote "you're so hot please step on me"?

Y/n: Yes

[cumulo-stratus]

Aaron + fbi best

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[profilerhotch]

For the Marchhotchness writing challenge by @hotchfiles

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14. [PROMPT] Eye of the Beholder

Hotch had a reputation within the bureau that he was harsh and unflinching, certain events in his life and plenty of water cooler gossip only sought to highlight that, spinning rumours around until he came out an emotionless robot.

The team sometimes saw a softer, more relaxed version during meals at Dave’s or when he was interacting with Jack, but you were the only one fortunate enough to see Aaron with all his walls down. That trust was something you would cherish forever.

—

As the steam cleared off the bathroom mirror Aaron noticed you leaning against the door frame, hair ruffled from sleep, shorts hanging low on your waist, you looked wonderfully cosy.

‘Sorry love I didn’t mean to wake you’ he spoke softly trying to not disrupt the sleepy atmosphere, hoping he would be able to convince you back into bed.

‘You’re back early’ shuffling forwards you wrapped your arms around his waist resting your forehead between his shoulders, putting his hands on top of yours he felt the last bits of tension leave his body

‘Mhhm, everyone just wanted to get home.’

‘Bedtime Aaron’

‘Lead the way sweetheart’

[zvdvdlvr]

Food for thought: secret relationship with Aaron. Not that you're trying to keep it a secret but neither of you were ready to tell the team and now it's almost a game waiting to see who figures it out. Either way even if your relationship was in the open I don't think hotch would engage in any romantic conversation or pda of any kind in the office or in the field BUT I raise you this the man is a not so secret nerd, he's well read, and certainly a romantic at heart...passing notes. Love notes scribbled on scrap paper tucked away at your desk to find. Little notes left in the books he lends you "this part reminded me of you" or even texts through the day just to say "I love you" plain and simple I could go on about this forever 🤭

HEGEHEHEGEHEHEHEH YES. TRUST AND BELIEVE THAT AARON IS A NERD AND A SAP.

Aaron took note of your favorite authors, songs, poets, and artists. Just a a casual pick-me-up (or rather Aaron hoped it helped lighten your mood), Aaron would use a designated hot pink sticky note to scribble out a little phrase from a poem you had been mentioning consistently. Then when you were off to lunch or just out, Aaron would tuck it neatly onto the bookmarked page of a book or file you were working on.

And you better believe he’d circle phrases (lightly) in pencil and write little notes in the margins of your shared books. If Aaron’s feeling particularly joking during the day, he’ll send you the link to Shakespeare’s sonnet 130 and say ‘Reminds me of you lol’. It makes you laugh every time.

And his texts during the day are so tooth achingly cute im in pain thinking about it/j. 😣😣 Aaron tends to stay away from his phone or most technology on a case, but you were involved- possibly too involved- on a case. Aaron watched your face light up as you read the message: ‘I love you, sweetheart.’

Can’t forget when you’re asleep at night and Aaron’s away for some fucking reason. He doesn’t get too detailed (he doesn’t need too!) but he’ll send you those: ‘You’re sleeping right now, so I wantes to let you know how much I’m in love with you’ texts, sleepily going on about everything about you.

And imagine making a shares playlist between you and Aaron :,). Or not even a shared playlist- you could just send Aaron a song during a boring day of paperwork. He’ll listen to it and think of you, looking at the lyrics and writing the song down for future reference just in case.

Another thing Aaron does is doodle. I know how ridiculous and absurd it sounds, but just little stick figures and a heart or a tiny recreation of a scene from a book you’d recently read. He doesn’t have time most days to actually give them to you, so he just tears them off and tuck the hot pink sticky notes and paper scraps of doodles into your desk and around your home to find for later :)

[marksbear]

hi....... may i request a male reader who's really affectionate with everyone and constantly wants to cuddle up w the BAU team? he's like the personification of a cat — ⚰️

Hello! It's been a minute since I wrote for the BAU, so I would love to write this. Hope you enjoy ⚰!

Warnings! Not a total furry reader just have a personality and characteristics of a cat y'know, could be seen as platonic or romantic.

BAU X AFFECTIONATE MALE READER

-Caught everyone a bit off guard when it was your first day and you're already welcoming everyone with open arms. But Derek and Penelope gladly returned the hug. -Penelope is quick to warm up with you and show your affection right back. She just immediately bounces off your vibes and actions. -Reid was the most caught off guard. Since he's already stiff and awkward it took back when the new guy hugged him -Once everyone in the team gets used to your behavior and actions they'll love and protect you with all their hearts. -One of the ways Derek notices your having an off day is when you don't cuddle up with anyone as you usually do. Hotch immediately notices when you don't greet anyone with a hug or even a small hand on the shoulder. -Hotch occasionally reminds you that sometimes people have boundaries and limits of affection. -Emily is a bit surprisingly more willing to cuddle up with you on the jet. Sharing the seats together holding each other in a koala type grip. -Hotch not minding if you just walk into his office and sit on his lap and nuzzle up to him as he works on paper work. -Spencer just being Spencer thinks there's a more physiological reason for your behavior and wants to ask about your childhood or your personal life, but too nervous to ask. -Derek having to pull you off other agents from different states/ from different units. "Y/n. We have plenty of time to cuddle with the agents after we so love this case."

-Hotch becoming protective of you in different states. Especially when they underestimate you because of how you act around the team. "Don't underestimate Agent L/n. He's in the FBI for a reason. Don't mistake his kindness for weakness."

-Sometimes when it is hard on the field and you are all flying back home in the jet. You'll gather everyone up on the couch and help them all get comfortable before laying down with them. Now it's just a big cuddle pile of tired FBI agents.

-Spencer was the one to finally point out how you remind him of a cat. Now everyone wouldn't let go of calling you a cat. To the point Derek sometimes narrates your every movement like on some animal documentary. "Look at the wild Cat. Only one left of the L/n breed. Watch how it's going into his natural habit." Derek narrates watching you go into Hotch's office. it's like an inside joke for only you and the team is supposed to know.

-If anyone else calls you "Cat." Like some random agent/ sheriff they're gonna get looked at crazy by the team. And exchange looks and side eyeing the person.

-Going inside Penelope's little bat cave spending hours cuddling while you nap on her.

-Catching everyone off guard by your little "cat naps." One minute you're talking about random stuff while drinking coffee. Then all of a sudden you put your head down on your desk for about twenty minutes later your back up yapping.

-Spencer saw you about fifty times before watching you fall to small- HUGE height for you to still land on your feet. Becomes a bit suspicious of you.

-The BAU watches you do parkour/ climbing things as you chase off an unsub who's on the run. "Get that bastard Y/n!" Derek shouts looking at the roof of a tall building watching you chase the unsub.

-Penelope buys you a pair of cat ears like hers.

-You making group hugs be mandatory after each hard case. Just to keep in mind you didn't lose any of your family today.

THE END

[reveseke]

The box of skulls

CM — Hotch & son!reader...

No warnings, just origami and startled reader.

Reader is written to be interested in origami. :') also blurb based on/Inspired by the image below lol.

It had been a long week, R just got home from camp and the house was quiet for the most part. He'd been told that Jack had been sleeping over at a friend's house for the last few days and his dad was out of town for the moment. A nice peaceful moment, no distractions, no people — just silence that fell nicely over the house.

The window was cracked open a little, the light of the sun in the early morning streamed into his room with the birds singing, cars driving by, and the wind blowing. The sound of paper being folded over the table of the teen's room as he folded the origami paper, at this point going over the steps by memory and letting his hands just handle the paper with care. By the table was a small box, filled with small origami skulls that R had recently —not even recently, looking that he'd been doing this for quite a while— picked up on.

Learned to make even with all the mistakes he'd done, some faint scars over his hands from the paper cuts he'd managed to conjure up from his work.

What he hadn't counted on was to not hear his phone go off with the familiar message ping, an hour or so ago. Too focused on making the small origami that he was startled by the hand that came to land on his shoulder.

"holy shiiuhhm.." R nearly cursed out as he spun his head, eyes widening as he saw his father standing over him. Swallowing the curse as he flashed an awkward smile and let the unfinished skull hit the table, "Hi, dad! When'd ya get home?"

Aaron looked a little amused as he curiously looked at the paper scraps and what his teenaged son was doing, "Just now. Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"nope!" R said as he lowered his hands on the table, letting his fingers thrum a few times against the surface, "No I didn't, sorry."

"What are you doing?" Aaron asked as he leaned back a little, now looking at his son as he picked up the unfinished origami and slowly cast his gaze upon the small box of skulls, "You've been .. certainly busy, no?"

"oh, that's just my box of skulls..." R smiled a little as he took the box of multicolor skulls and picked one of them up, "yeah, I learned to make them like a month ago."

"that's nice, why skulls though?"

"Uhh, no real reason just thought they looked cool and a little challenging, wanted to try it out."

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Can I request something with just telling hotch that he deserve a break, deserve to be happy and maybe angst but with happy ending please

Thank take care

So, this took yonks for me to do, I'm so sorry. But I hope you like it! :)

Warnings: mentions of a rough case, (slight) tough love, bad sleep schedules, the word 'ass'

It had been a bad case. You knew it had been a bad case because the second Aaron got back, he gave you a small tight smile and a quick kiss before immediately heading to his office. Barely stopping to get changed. He didn’t take a nap, or have a bite to eat, not even a coffee. Simply sat down and immediately began working. Which he had been doing for six hours straight now, immediately after a week long case – with very little sleep during that week – a five hour flight which he most definitely did paperwork during, and you know for a fact that he didn’t sleep last night.

This left you with no choice. You knocked on the door lightly before walking in, Aaron writing away, trying to get all of his thoughts down on paper before they evaporated.

“You need a break.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. He looked up at you slightly, despite being a tall man, you were still an inch or two taller. “You deserve a break.”

“I can’t right now,” He said, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’ve got too much paperwork to do. Strauss wants it all in on Monday.”

“Then tell her, if she has a problem with it, she can talk to me.” You said, pulling him away from his desk. “Because right now, you need rest. And I will fight you tooth and nail until you agree. So I suggest you surrender quickly. And don’t even try to use your FBI mojo, you’ve not slept in a minimum of two days, a strong gust of wind could take you down.”

“Fine, fine.” He huffed, letting you drag him up, out of his office, and into the lounge.

“Sit.” You said, pointing to the couch, when he opened his mouth to argue, you pointed at him. “Ah, don’t even think about it. Sit your ass down, with love.”

He raised an eyebrow, a faux look of annoyance on his face at the instructions. You just give him a sweet smile and walk into the kitchen. You come back a few seconds later with a bottle of water, some snacks, a drink for yourself, and a plan.

“Right, we are going to watch a movie.” You stated, plopping down next to him. “We are going to cuddle. And you, my dear, are not going to even think about work.”

Aaron gave you a small smile. “Sounds like a plan. What movie are we watching?”

“Labyrinth, obviously. That was a stupid question.” You said, flicking on the TV.

He gave a small chuckle. “My deepest apologises.”

“As you should.” You said, curling into him. “Now, shut up and watch the movie. We’ll get takeout after.”

“Sounds perfect.”

[theseventhdimension]

"Dumbass" "Your Dumbass."

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Male! reader

Word Count: 1k+

DNI: Fem Aligned

Author's Note: sooo sorry I haven't uploaded in like a week, assignments stressin' meow-ut 😿😿

In the high-stakes world of the BAU, where intense field operations and unpredictable encounters were the norm, injuries were a frequent occurrence.

Honorable Mentions Include:

Elle- Shot by The Fisher King, and had her wound dug into.

Penelope- Shot in the stomach, then attacked again after being released from hospital.

JJ- Shot in the abdomen by Grace Lynch after she escaped from federal custody.

Emily- Stabbed with a broken table leg by Doyle.

Spencer- Kidnapped by Tobias Hankel, tortured and drugged.

Now, typically, when someone got hurt on a case, the whole team shared the worry equally.

Knife wounds to the chest, bullets lodged in the body, or even severe bruises and broken ribs from a brutal beating.

These were the injuries that had the team pacing back and forth on the sterile floors under the harsh hospital lights, almost as if they themselves were the ones on the verge of death, the team was connected in a way like no other.

The thing is, this time Hotch hadn’t been shot or stabbed or tortured or even beaten up, no.

He didn’t even need to go to the hospital.

He had fallen.

Not just fallen but tripped.

Tripped so embarrassingly that his ankle had gotten lodged between a couple of rocks at a particularly treacherous, rocky final crime scene. And then..

*THUMP! *

There he was, laying on a crumpled bullet-proof FBI vest which could do nothing to help, trying to ignore Prentiss’s laugh from behind him and the shooting pain resonating in his foot, clutching his ankle to numb the feeling somehow.

AND to make matters worse, the case had already concluded. The unsub had been shot on site before he could carry out his final murder, taken away to hospital before being brought into custody, and the last victim was safely reunited with her family.

All that was left for him to do was to make it back to the ambulance without incident.

..Unfortunately, he didn't even manage that.

Considering he, well, couldn't get off the ground.

And It wasn’t until a pair of arms, yours, he recognized, pulled him to his feet did he realize he couldn't put any weight on his foot whatsoever.

“Don't even think about walking, I’ll carry you.” The words finally settled in his brain leading his eyes to widen.

“What? Uh, no… no really it’s fine, I can just walk over, and I'll meet you back home, okay?” His voice came out strained and shaky, but still full of authority. The quiver in his voice was obvious, clarly showing the pain he was trying to hide.

“I’m carrying you, and this time, I'm the one ordering.” Okay, nevermind. That was kinda of hot(chner).

Bit of a weird order though, but who was he to say no to direct orders from his husband, he supposed.

As you lifted Hotch over your shoulder, an amusing thought popped into his mind: picturing himself trying to carry the hulking mass of Morgan in the same way, flopped over your shoulder like a sack of vegetables.

You noticed him huff out, the quick up and down of his stomach vibrating your shoulder.

“What’s so funny? You’re in pain..!”

You tried to lecture him, you really did, but that soft feeling that you had for him, his dark hair, raven eyes, and silent smile melted your insides.

"Nothing, just wondering what procedure this falls under… if Morgan had sprained his ankle, would he be hanging over your shoulder right now like this?"

God, you loved his jokes. But, this was not the time for them.

“Please.. just! This is serious!” You urgently told him.

You were noticeably worried. Your hand tapped gently at Hotch's lower back as you held him, as if to reassure yourself that he was there and okay.

..But why?

He could understand the worry if he'd been in the victim's place; Kidnapped from her home, held captive in a dark basement for weeks, barely fed, and taunted with threats.

But that wasn’t him.

He tripped.

As if you could read his mind, that softness returned just as you put him onto the side of the ambulance to sit on the edge, your eyes scanning his face for any signs of discomfort.

"..Every time you're out in the field, I wish I could bend the rules to keep you at a desk job instead! Where you're safe, protected, and ..won't end up dying somehow.."

You could feel tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as your voice starts to crumble slightly.

"..And I know it sounds absurd, but what if you'd tripped a few seconds later and fallen off that edge? I couldn't- I wouldn't have been able to save you."

Hotch's hand caressed your cheek with a gentle touch, his smile serene. "I'm fine," he assured softly. "I just need to ice my foot, and I'll be completely okay." His lips brushed against your cheeks, leaving you fighting a broad, flustered grin, before gently meeting yours in a fleeting kiss.

You glanced around the landscape, a hint of amusement in your voice as he spoke softly,

“Well neither was hoisting me over your shoulder like a bag of potatoes, was it?”

When you both got home, you gently helped him to the couch, propping his foot up on a cushion and fetching some ice.

Sitting beside him, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close. Hotch leaned into you, sighing softly as the tension melted away. Your hand traced soothing patterns on his back, the warmth of your touch a silent promise of safety and love.

“See? this is what I needed,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just you and me, I think this is helping more than the ice..”

“Always, Aaron." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple, "I’m here, with you, always am, always will be”

As the evening settled around you, the worries of the day seemed to fade, leaving only the comfort of each other’s warm presence, and one icy cold ankle.

[amell333]

My pretty boy no matter what S.R

!!English is not my first languge!!

Summary: Spencer is feeling a little insecure since his contacts had to be renewed and have to wear glasses for a week or so.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Male Reader

content warnings: Spencer being insecure, and nerves what reader think. But mostly just pure fluff.

Spencer have had aa problem with his contacts for a while, and now have to wear his old glasses for a week or so. He didn’t partially have a problem with it. back a few years after he joined the BAU he wore them all the time (season 2 btw).  

He didn’t really care about what people thought, everyone had seen him with his glasses anyway, he was fine with glasses had no problem with them, sure they could be annoying and fog up easily, but he didn’t mind.

And that Wednesday morning wasn’t any different. He had been busy getting new glasses because the old once broke so he hadn’t been able to see since Monday and that did so he couldn’t work. He finally came back to the BAU. And of course, the first he went looking for, after putting his jacket and bag down, was of course you, his favorite boy, he wasn’t going to tell you that though.

After Spencer had looked for almost 10 minutes and simply could not find you, he went to JJ and Morgen to see if they know where you may have gone of to.

“Hey... uhm… Guys do you know where (M/N) is? I can’t find him.” Only after he asked he realized maybe it was not the best idea to and Darek Morgen, JJ was fine but Morgen. No yeah Morgen was totally going to tease the shit out of Spencer after he found you.

“Oh (M/N)? yeah last I saw his he was with Pen in her office.” JJ gave him a small smile after telling but before he could go Darek couldn’t wait with start teasing Spencer. “Oh lover boy looking for his little crush huh?” Spencer’s face turned red and his ears felt all hot.

“What!? Crush?! Wh- what no no…no no. ofcoursenotwhywouldyousayoreventhingthatwhat. No.” Darek and JJ started laughing. “Calm down pretty boy go find you lover boy ok.”

Without a word Spencer quickly left the scene to go find you where he hopefully thought was in Penelope’s office.

Not long after Spencer reached the office. And when he got closer, he could hear the voice of not only Garcia but also you. But just as he was about to push the door wider to step in and greet you and of course Penelope. He heard you say something interesting.

“That’s exactly why I hate glasses. They look all dorky and stupid they fog up. And is honestly just ugly, they don’t look good on anyone!” Spencer never cared what people thought about him he really didn’t. but… you were not people. You were (M/N). His (M/N). Your opinion matters the most to him. He cared what you thought about him.

He stopped himself before opening the door. He couldn’t let you see him like this. He wouldn’t.

But if he had just stayed a little longer he would have heard what was actually being said.

“What!?!?” Pen looked shocked wide eyes looking at (M/N). mouth gape staring at you. “why would he say that?! He’s only like ten! He’s too young to think that! Plus glasses does not make everyone look ugly that is an insult to me and my beauty!”

“I know Pen. I told my little brother that to. But he’s just scared he doesn’t want to get bullied and picked on by his friends and the other kids in the school.” you looked back at her. “and yeah you do look absolutely amazingly gorgeous.” You said that with a smirk on you’re lips.

“Ugh… darling you’re too sweet on me. But I know my glasses are so stylish and absolutely fabulous!” they both of you laughed. Then you checked the time. “Oh sorry Pen I got to go back to my desk, can’t stay here and chat forever. If only.” “See you later hun.”

You took you’re coffee mug from her table, thinking you could might as well fill it up on you’re way back. Plus you really needed something to wake you up, and that something is a hot cup of coffee.

When you walked in ready to finally get you’re hands on a nice cup of coffee you saw spencer. You’re face lit up. You haven’t seen him in days and he hadn’t texted you why, almost made you think he was ignoring you, you would have if he hadn’t texted you yesterday saying sorry he hadn’t answered back, but not telling why.

Spencer almost had his entire back turned to you. “ Hey Spence how-“ before you could say anything more Spencer hurriedly took something off his face and hid his had and the object in his pocket. He quietly and fast greeted you before running of. And that’s wired because you’ve never seen Spencer run by choice. Something was definitely wrong.

All day Spencer had avoided you and you didn’t know why. Evry time you walked into the same room as him we were fast you walk out laving you there confused and dazed. Why didn’t he want to talk to you? Normally you were the first he would greet. And he would normally be all excited to see you after only not seeing you for a day.

This was wired like really wired. He have never ever acted like this. So why? Did you do something? What could you have done to make you’re nerdy best fried avoid you, like you were the plage or something.

You really didn’t know. But what you did know was you were going to find out.

And that’s what you did, you went into full detective mode. You asked almost everyone on the team they thought it was wired as well. If there was one person, he never ignored it was you.

While you were asking around trying to find out what you could have done. Penelope was the 2.0 version of Sherlock Holmes. She had a feeling what could be wrong with Spencer. So while you were out asking trying to find out what was wrong, Pen was literally interrogating Spencer.

And after not so long Spencer knew she had figured it out, there was no point in hiding it for her anymore. He told her everything how he had hard how much you hated glasses and he was sorry for basically spying on you and her.

Penelope though was confused. What does he mean hated glasses you had no problem with it. you thought glasses were cute, and even had reading glasses yourself. But then she realized that he hadn’t herd the whole conversation, so while Spencer was rending between how sorry he was for spying and how sad he was about you.

She stopped him and tried to explain what was really said in the conversation and that he had misunderstood it all. Penelope didn’t even have time to finish her explanation before Spencer rushed out, yelling a quick thank you.

When he finally found you, you were sitting at you’re desk looking extremely down. Spencer felt like a big bucket of water just got splashed over his head. he felt so bad when he saw how stressed and sad he had made you. Thinking he should have just talked to you from the start.

He quickly walked over to you and stood at you’re desk. You were quick to notice him, standing up. Before you could ask him or say anything he started ranting about how he had herd you wrong saying how you hated glasses and how he saw sorry he didn’t just talk to you after the whole misunderstanding.

You caught on what had happened. And it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know how to deal with it, you know Spencer had always had trouble with explaining and acting on his emotions and just instead shut of thinking it would go away, and just solve itself.

You couldn’t get a word in, so you did what you had wanted to do since seeing him for the first time. You grabbed his head and shut him up with planting you’re lips on his soft ones, cautious at first, but when you didn’t feel any protesting and instead feeling him start to deepened the kiss kissing you back.

You moved one of you’re hands to the back of his head into the curls in the back, when you did that Spencer leaned further into you and the kiss. You backed away Spencer’s lips quickly trying to get closer to yours again. He looked at you as you look at him.

“You’ve been ignoring me because  you thought I didn’t like how you looked in glasses?” there was silence for a while before nodding his head slowly. “Baby why would you think that.” Spence looked down at the ground studently feeling embarrassed.

“it’s ok Spence. Please don’t look down you look so cute with you’re glasses on” when you said that Spencer’s ears turned red, and a wobbly smile had formed on his lips.

“You’re so pretty. You know that right? You’re my pretty boy” … “Wh-what did you just say” had he herd you wrong? Was he hearing things? Or did you just say he was you’re pretty boy? “ you want to be my pretty boy Spence?” all Spencer could do was nod, still thinking he was dreaming or something. “And glasses or not you’re my pretty bot no matter what Spence.”

You’re lucky no one was in the office at the time or you and Spencer would never hear the end of it but that wasn’t what mattered right now. All that mattered was Spencer at the moment.

Thank you so much for reading my fic. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. And have a good Day/Afternoon/Night!

[starch1ldz]

Hotch: i think you have PTSD

Y/n: yeah i have PTSD

Y/n: Proficient Talent for Sucking Di-

Hotch: we ALSO need to talk about your use of humor as a coping mechanism

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Ficmas 2023 Masterlist

December 14th - Waiting Rooms (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: JJ goes into labour with her second baby, on Christmas Eve. Aaron and Emily are the only two still in town, they rush to the hospital to support her where Aaron meets a lovely woman who's friend is also giving birth that same night.

December 15th - Christmas Cookies (Spencer x Single mom!Reader)

Summary: Spencer's neighbour gives him a plate of whatever she makes her family for dinner most nights. When he comes home to see smoke bellowing out of her kitchen window, the last thing on his mind is some burnt parchment paper under her Christmas cookies.

December 16th - December 16th, 1986 (steddie fic)

Summary: It took 8 months, but Steve's parents finally sold their house... and Steve has no idea where he's going to live now.

December 17th - Snowed In (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: what happens when you're the last two in the office on Christmas Eve and the roads are closed due to an unexpected blizzard?

December 18th - Home Alone (Hotch x Male Reader)

Summary: it's Aaron's first Christmas with Jack away at college.

December 19th - Neighbourhood Beauty (Spencer x Fem Reader)

Summary: Penelope is hosting Christmas at her apartment this year, she invites everyone... Including her new neighbour, who is exactly Spencer's type.

December 20th - Dear Santa (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Jack's wishlist this year only consists of one thing. He wants Y/N to be his step-mom.

December 21st - Little White Lies (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Readers sister is having an Engagement/Christmas party this year and her cousin will be there. With her new fiance. Who is reader's ex. The only logical thing to do is to show up with her own new boyfriend... who isn't really her boyfriend. He's her boss.

December 22nd - Come Together (Hotch x Fem Reader)

Summary: Ever since the academy, Aaron and Y/N have been at each other's throats for a spot on the BAU. He got it, She didn't. Now they have to plan the Bureau's Holiday party together without killing each other.

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Cookies and laughter

Navigation / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner x gn reader

The sound of your phone vibrating on the kitchen island is what made you stop what you were doing to pick it up. You didn't even have to bother to look at who it was calling you because you had a special ringtone for your husband. That was different from everyone else.

After answering the phone you place it on your shoulder and lean your head to the side so it doesn't fall. "Hi Aaron" his name left your lips in a smooth sounding way. You knew that when Aaron called you during work he didn't want to be reminded of work so you called him by his name or a pet name when you were feeling extra brave.

It took a moment for him to respond and when he did you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was agitated and not in a very good mood. "hi sweetheart. I'm going to be home a bit earlier than planned tonight" He never spoke about his job over the phone. He just wanted to focus on your voice and the thought of you at home with jack.

You were surprised that he was coming home earlier because usually he is calling you saying that he will be later. However it went well with your plans, you just had to hurry up the pace. "Okay great. Ill make us some food and we can all have a relaxing night" The sigh that leaves his lips has you smiling. "that sounds amazing. I've got to go but I love you"

"I love you too" When the call ended you placed your phone back onto the counter and went back to baking cookies. You had been making cookies so that Jack could decorate some for his father before he got home. The tree had been put up with the help of your husband a few days ago but it was left undecorated. Tonight will be the last night it isnt lit up with lights and decorations because the three of you will be making this home more christmasy

As you pull out the cookies and place the tray on top of the stove Jack comes into the room. "it smells really good in here" he says as he comes up beside you to look at the cookies. "well I am the best baker in the state so it better smell good in here" This earns a laugh from the young boy.

Going to the fridge to get icing and some other things you didn't even have to look over to know that he was trying to grab a cookie to eat already. "They are hot. No touching" He looks at you like a deer in headlights and he has the same look on his face that Aaron does when you tell him no. "how did you even know I was grabbing one?"

His words make you smile as you place the items on the big table. "I see everything. There's not much that your able to sneak past me" Jack laughs a little and sits at the table. "ill grab you a butter knife so you can spread the icing around"

Once everything is set up you had left Jack to the cookie decorating while you go get out ornaments that they had in boxes. There was Christmas music playing throughout the house that Jack had requested earlier today and its been playing ever since.

As you placed a box down you hear Jacks voice from the kitchen "can you come decorate with me?" How could you ever say no to that. "yeah I'm coming" you set the box to the side so it wasn't in the way and went and sat beside Jack at the table.

Jack had made a gingerbread man that resembled a bit like his father and so you smile and point to it. "is that your father as a gingerbread man" He ends up laughing and nodding "Yes that is who it is. Doesn't it look great!"

It had black icing for the hair and a face with a huge smile because that's all Jack ever seen of his father. He knew his father was a happy man. Of course he had seen his father upset, sad and all other emotions but happiness and laughter is how Jack sees him and it made your heart ache from the amount of love you felt for the both of them. "It looks fantastic Jack"

The two of you continued to decorate the cookies and by the time that Aaron got there the both of you were singing along to the music that you barely noticed him. He had time to take a few photos of the both of you before you noticed. Jack is the first one to run up to him and hug his father while you stay back. Then when he makes his way to you, you place a kiss to his lips.

Jack makes a disgusted sound and it causes the both of you to laugh and then when Aaron looks at the cookies he sees the one that looks like Aaron and he looks at Jack "did you make that" When he nods Aaron smiles "it looks really good. In fact I might just have to eat it first" He grabs it and takes a bite and he nods letting you know its good.

"go get into some comfortable clothes we are going to decorate the tree and watch a Christmas movie" He laughs as you practically shoo him out of the kitchen.

When he leaves to go to the bedroom you clean everything up and place the cookies on a plate so that they can be eaten throughout the night.

Then when it is time to decorate the tree, the three of you have it lit up with colorful lights and decorations and then its the hassle of putting up the star on the top so when jack gets the star out he goes to his dad and he lifts him up as he places it on the tree.

After that's all finished you put on the the Grinch because its your favorite and also Jack loves it too. The both of you mouth some of the lines to each other and laugh while Aaron just looks at his family in complete adoration and halfway throughout the movie the three of you are asleep in the same bed. Jack in between the both of you curled up.

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Thigh obsessed hotch 👀 and his hands are big enough to cover so much surface. It's the first place his hand goes whether you're under him or in his lap, his palm and fingertips tracing from your knee to your back side before gripping a generous handful. His favourite place to be is with his face buried between your thighs sometimes he holds on so tight he leaves behind fingerprint bruises 🥵 yeah I agree thigh hotch gimmie

Yes yes yes!!!

he loves making your plush thighs a pretty canvas for bruises and hickies that only he can see :,))))

Is there anything better than that? YES!!!!!! Aaron giving you head- while keeping that Iron Grip™️ on your thighs- until your legs are TREMBLING😝

It’s def a comfort thing to Aaron too, not just about sex. He’s 1000% the kinda guy to tuck his hand between your thighs when he’s driving! Sometimes his hands naturally gravitate to your thighs, softly squeezing them to ground him or just to keep his hands busy.

OH OH OH AND Aaron’s eyes bugging out of his head when he sees Jack fall asleep on your lap, head resting on your thighs because you couldnt hold him because you had stuff you need to use your hands for! Aaron loves you and Jack so much, and knowing you’re great with kids just makes Hotch want to give you some more ;)

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Aaron Hotchner's husband coming to his work to give him his lunch he forgot and the team is shocked that he has a husband and one who looks like he was sculpted by the gods

Maybe also Aaron telling the team that's his and no one is allowed to flirt with him, reader then flirting with Aaron in front of the team just to tease him

Aaron 'I don't need rest I'm perfectly fine' Hotchner having a husband that's sculpted by the gods, and everyone in the team is trying to piece together a timeline because when? how? Said husband walks in with Hotch's lunch, and when Hotch speaks to him, it's like a cliche in a movie - his eyes soften, and he smiles; yes, Hotch smiles, but like this, smile is soft and small. Also, flustered Hotch? Love it, personally, I like the idea that his ears go red first and he has to cover them for a while after you've left.