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The five times you left Spencer speechless (or how I like to call it, in quiet awe)

Warnings: reader wears glasses but no biggie, reader can fight and use a gun because why not, bau!reader, smitten Spence, nothing happens just feelz, Spence's drug addiction... I think that it

1. The first meeting

It had been a long week. People were crowding the small space of the bullpen. It had been the first case after Gideon's return, and Spencer had been buzzing with excitement to work with his mentor again. The case hadn't been particularly easy, and almost one agent named Elle Greenaway had been lightly injured, who would from now on work with them. His eyes were burning, and he gave into the temptation to wear his glasses as he looked into the nearly filled report in front of him, containing at least seventeen pages worth of information. Madame Strauss claimed that his reports were unnecessarily detailed, how that was a problem he couldn't tell. The hours seemed to blur together as he continued writing his report, losing many minutes trying to form his handwriting into something more presentable.

That was the moment. The time he first laid eyes on her. He had read many romance novels, which he wasn't going to admit, that the moment someone met the one time seemed to slow to near non-existent and his reality at the moment seemed like something coming out of a book.

She was wearing a chunky white pullover with huge sleeves that strangely represented bells and a light brown plaited skirt that reached just at the middle of her thighs. Long legs that seemed to be going on for miles ended at a pair of black Mary Jane's. And sure, her appearance was incredible, but that was not what made him make a double take. He was sure he was hallucinating as he saw the most beautiful face he had seen in his life, looking as if it was something that came out of a Renaissance painting. Her hair was in a braid resting on her shoulder, and wire-framed glasses sat on her nose, making her eyes appear slightly bigger. A tattered pair of wired headphones framed her face, and for a second, Spencer forgot how to breathe, the most cognitive function, the one he had been able to do since he first entered this world. His ears were buzzing, and his brain was running in endless circles.

A hand was moving in front of him, and he stared at the angel that was standing in front of him. Her mouth was moving, probably talking to him, and he willed himself to pay attention.

“S-Sorry.”

“It's alright.” The angel answered him; maybe he had finally overdone it with the sugared coffee he was drinking as if it were his primary source of hydration. “ I am looking for Aaron Hotchner.”

“R-Right. Umm…”

“Good, you are here. Come with me.” Hotch's voice echoed in the empty room, and Spencer's cheeks flamed an angry red as the girl turned and kindly waved at him as she quickly climbed the stairs and entered the conference room. Spencer had half a mind not to turn his chair and stare at her. With an unnecessary loud cough, he turned back at his report and thanked his luck for Morgan's absence because if he had witnessed this, he was going to hear the end of this anytime

2. The lesson

A month had passed since he first saw her. And yet, he could recall her vividly, the deep-set eyes, the rosy lips. His birthday had been a blur as he celebrated them in the office and invited JJ in a lame attempt to ask her out which just resulted in a long evening where JJ and Penelope talked endlessly and he could comprehend the sport he was supposedly watching.

He was waiting in Hotch's office as a stand-in. He was teaching a young agent to join the unit and he was thrilled when he heard that the student was just a few months shy of his own age. At the moment, he was trying to move a huge board to the office when someone lightly tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around way too fast and came face to face with the angel he saw, the one he thought he willed into existence.

“Do you need help with that?”

“No, no. I got it. Are you Hotch's student?” Ge asked and immediately regretted it. Of course, she was his student. Why did he have to lose half of his IQ around her? He gave one last hard shove to the board end and then aligned it with the desk. “So um… Hotch asked me to be your tutor for today if that is alright with you. Um… What material are you studying?”

“Mostly psychology. Which I am not very good at, by the way.” She retrieved a huge book from her bag and a small pencil case that was filled with just a pen and three markers, red, yellow, and green. Just as she opened the book, he could see that its majority was colored and that it had notes in the margins. His heart thudded louder in his chest.

“What do all those colors mean?” He asked curiously as he approached her.

“Well green means that I understand it; yellow means that I am working on it and red … I just have no clue. It's just mostly yellow at the moment, though the notes help.”

“What's red?” She looked at him in a strange way, and too late did he realize that she was studying him, his question had been earnest and probably too forward, and he rushed to explain himself. “ I just - I asked because I have a PhD in the subject.” He could see her eyebrows lifting before they settled in a scowl and whacked his brain to understand what he said wrong.

“You are Doctor Reid, right?” She asked quietly, and he stupidly nodded as an answer to her question. “Well there is … I don't understand some differences between some categories of killers; they have much in common, so why are they in a separate category?”

“The answer is actually way simpler I'd you think of it in a Venn diagram.” He rushed to the board, and drew a few circles, and he started writing on it as he explained its category separately. He talked for what seemed like hours, and he embarrassingly looked at his watch. He must have been talking for over an hour, and he turned to look at the girl only to find her writing on her book, still in the margins looking at him expectantly. The way she was staring at him almost had him stammering once again, and he felt his knees weaken for a strange reason. So he carried on.

When he was done, he turned to look at her; she was still writing something before she whispered. “You need to tuck your chest in when you are firing a gun.”

“I'm sorry?”

“Aaron said that he was having trouble with one of his agents' firearm training, and it must be you. You have a long torso, so your weight center is different from the diagrams in the training books you must have read. That's why you keep missing.” And just like that, she was gone again wishing him good night and a nice weekend.

His head was spinning as he walked towards the training room, and he wore his earmuffs and protective glasses. Tuck your chest in. And so he did before aiming and pressing the trigger three times. His shots were the best, but he hadn't missed. Pride swarmed his chest; he was going to do it.

The next day, he failed his exam. He had lost his gun.

3. The first case

Small-town cases were always the most thrilling in his humble opinion. And any time somehow a cult or demons were involved, he worked ten times harder to prove them wrong. Only this time, their team had a new member. Gideon did seem to take a liking to her, in contrast with Spencer, who was incredibly warm to her the moment she entered the room. Maybe it was because he had met her before, or maybe it was because whenever she was around him. Somehow, his conversation with Morgan had turned to the explanation of attraction in the neurotic sector.

“Chemicals, such as dopamine, may cause one to be giddy, euphoric, and even to experience suppressed hunger and sleep cues. You may recall a time when someone made your heart thud erratically in your chest, heat rise in your body making you blush, and the sensation of being tongue-tied or not able to form coherent thoughts. These are the characteristics of attraction.”

“Is that what you feel around her then? Because you don't act like yourself around her. I mean, come on, you are a germaphobe, and you were the first to shake her hand.”

He’s a germaphobe, he is, and that doesn’t just go away when you meet someone lovely, but he did shake her hand. She surprised him too quickly to think beyond taking her hand, letting it happen. Their formal meeting, the one where they acted as if they hadn't spent an evening together in this same room. Hotch gave him a funny look. Mostly impassive, but not quite, and he was definitely on to him. In the duration of the case, he tried to keep his distance, which didn't go that well when he found himself staring at the barrel of a gun that was aimed at him. Everything went by too quickly as she dove toward the UnSub, without a second thought tackling him to the ground and disarming him in a few short seconds. He wanted to be impressed, yet he had seen her in the training room with Morgan as they had hand-to-hand combat. She moved with agility, and her every move seemed calculated and strategic. He had felt his heart stutter in his chest as she helped him stand and checked him for injuries.

He was lovestruck as Penelope teased him. His silly crush on JJ had been entirely forgotten.

4. The Lila Archer incident

He was an idiot. It was the first time he would characterize himself in such a way. And hopefully the last.

When you guard a beautiful actress, Spencer, don't jump in the pool with her.

Love,

Spencer

He could identify the disappointment in his colleagues' faces from the very first second, yet the one that pierced him the most was hers. She barely spoke during the discussions about the possible type of the UnSub, no matter how much Elle or Hotch urged her on. She had been stuck with him for pretty much all of the cases and he had to admit that she was a brilliant young woman. The others interpreted her quietness as an inability to profile but her insights were what had helped him make some major breakthroughs on the last cases. When they congratulated him for that he simply smiled stating that he didn't work alone yet the others probably thought that he was just trying to cover his partner and not share mutual credit for their work. It unnerved him how she seemed incredibly distant and stoic always five paces away from the rest of the team.

Yet this time she seemed furious, it was the deathly kind of quiet, the one that sent a chill to his bones and left all the apologies that were spewing up in his brain die on his tongue.

Frustration was welling up on him and he tried to muster up the courage to talk to her, only to find her crying in Morgan's arms. He couldn't understand for the life of him what she was saying and a selfish, terrible part of him hoped that, maybe, she had been crying for him.

5. The drug addiction

Tobias Hankel was going to be a name that would haunt him for the rest of his life. Sometimes deep into the night he was still at that cabin fighting for his life, the one time his intelligence wasn't enough. What drew him to steal those few bottles of Dilaud from his pocket, why he used them, why he formed his addiction. He didn't want to be a drug addict but it was his new reality. He desperately tried to stop it, tried to hide it and always felt ashamed when he relapsed to that horrible habit. He would sit in his bathroom sweating, crying and begging a higher force, a higher being to end his torment, despite never being a religious man, only for his phone to ring demanding his presence because of a new case and for him to fall back to his old routine.

It was a tough journey and he wanted to talk with his friends about that, he needed their help, yet they ignored his problem as if it didn't exist, even though the signs were clear. He was always lashing out, having terrible mood swings and when they tried to confort him about it he lashed out. He had met an old friend of his and he had been the only one he had been brutally honest about his … condition. Gideon knew, his mentor knew, he had the confirmation, yet he turned a blind eye to the situation. Everyone did, except from her.

Everyday she would bring him his extra sweet coffee filled to the brim with stevia and not sugar, because sugar was just as addictive. When he craved, he played with his fingers, tried to distract himself but to no avail, a long strip of hard licorice sweets would appear in front of his face, after research be learned that the flavourful of licorice was extremely distinctive and strong and its hard texture led a person to chew endlessly at just one piece. It was the best food to consume to distract yourself. Every night after a case she would show up at his place with Greek takeout, which was apparently the best cousine, and demand longtime marathons of a show or series of movies, which wasn't something unusual for the two of them. She visited him because she knew that he would never use in her vicinity. He had never known true love until that moment and he recalled a quote by Jane Austin.

To be loved is to be known.

words: 3.007

Warnings: this is short and not my best work but alas... thoughts of SH, reader being depressive, Spencer being a cutie patootie... I think that's it, I hope you enjoy it.

It is just another day. Just another day.

These were the words I kept repeating in my head since that blasted phone call woke me up.

We have a new case. Be in the office in twenty.

The stoic, monotone voice wasn't what she had been expecting to hear in the dead of the night. Maybe a surprise call from my friends with who, to be honest, I had recently lost touch. Because of work. Missing girls night and a few few meetings about an upcoming wedding apparently were enough to frost our close friendship. Maybe the voices of my parents would have been a nice welcome, but they had stopped all kinds of communication the moments I joined the BAU. Exactly five years.

I had stopped celebrating my birthdays the day I turned fifteen, in a rebellion claiming that birthdays were lame and were just another day. And truth be told I actually believed that, yet I still craved a special day to be pampered and celebrated.

Alas I found myself confided in the office, thank God for small miracles, such as local cases. Well, not that crimes were a good thing by any means, but I could not bring myself travel with such a sour mood. I found myself wanting to be the center of attention for once. Only for once. But of course a serial killer is more important than me. Everything is more important than me, these days.

"Hey, what's up with you?" Penny asks as she lowers herself next to me. Her eyes flitting on my face and the blond furrows her brows in a small frown.

"Nothing is the matter Pen. Everything is fine. I will go to grab a coffee, do you want one?" I ask before I rush away from her, not waiting for an answer, bumping into Spencer and cutting off his greeting.

By the time I am back the team is ready for the take down of the UnSub and I have never been more grateful for a new victim, because all of this will be over. I will head home, have a long bath, maybe fall into my old habits. It had been a year and two months since I last cut myself on my inner thighs, it was easier to hide and caused more pain. Because physical pain was more welcome than the emotional turmoil that ruled over me.

One year and two months.

Exactly the time Spencer and I had our first time together. The time he was kissing along my sternum heading south only to stop at the rough skin on my legs, rushing to turn on the lights and stare at the angry red and pale white lines. Tears had gathered in his eyes and quiet sobs racked his body as he drew me close and lathered my face in a million kisses, apologizing for missing the signs.

The thought only made her stomach churn, she was good, healthy, with a job and an amazing relationship, yet still she felt unappreciated by everyone, except from him. They were both battling their own wars every day, but made each other's life a bit easier. And just as she wasn't going to give up on him, she wasn't going to give up on herself, she was better than that, stronger than that.

Finally when the UnSub was in custody, Spencer was bouncing at the edges of his feet with excitement and he made a lame excuse about having to take care of something and flitting the office without another warning.

It was half past one in the morning when Hotch told them to head home. The subway ride wasn't long and the familiar route calmed my nerves. I was being stupid, just because someone didn't appreciate me that doesn't mean I should bring myself down.

The key fit neatly the hole and the door slightly creaked as I gave it a light push and I was greeted with candle lit hallways and a half asleep Spencer holding a cake in his arms. It was obviously homemade, you could tell by its round-ish shape and the crooked bright pink letters. It was perfect.

"Hey. Happy birthday. I know I am late, bit the surprise took longer than it was expected." I chuckled under my breath and kissed his pouty face leaving smudges of red lipstick behind and admiring his radiant smile. How was I even thinking to give this up?

"It the surprise... edible?" I teased and he lightly scowled at my comment, knowing that baking was not an art the young genius had mastered yet.

"Well, this one is. Cakes number one to five weren't for a variety of reasons." Laughter filled the room and a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. This was the best gift I could have asked for. My Spencer was so endearing, he was willing to burn down kitchens just to make me smile.

And in a short three years that would be exactly what would happen, as he tried to make the perfect cake for our daughter's first birthday.

Which spencer reid bitch will write a fluffy fic for me in which no one ever remembers readers bday and no one gives a fuck about her except for spence?? And he makes it like super special for her and everything and he's just a perfect boyfriend??? Pls 😩😩😩

intoxicating

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word count: 4.1k

warnings: grinding, drinking, cussing, plz lemme know if i forgot anything else :3

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the first thing people took notice of when they looked at you -

that mesmerizing smile.

the way you carried yourself was so profound, as if every bad thing thrown your way would just bounce right off.

your bubbly energy enraptured everybody around you, feeding off of your wide grins, and constant laughter bringing a sense of joy into their life.

earning your nickname; sweet girl.

everyone loved you from the moment they laid their eyes on you.

i mean... who wouldn't?

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part 2 here!

"Sweetheart, you have got to get ahold of yourself."

"I do- I don't know what makes you think I don't."

A scoff left Garcia's stained lips, as she stared at your frantic fingers messing with your hair, trying to apply everything all at once. Reaching for your signature perfume, spraying a good dosage on to ensure it stays on the whole night. The blonde had come over to get ready for a night out in the town with her fellow co-workers, including a certain brunette that you had a soft spot for.

Your hair was not cooperating with you. Not. In. The. Slightest.

Does this dress make me look- too much?

Who the hell made this damn mousse-

"If you touch your hair one more time, I will personally make it my life's mission to get rid of your existence." She grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you out of the bathroom despite your protests. "Spencer won't care what your hair looks like when he's got you underneath him."

A gasp left your lips, smacking Penelope's giggling behind as she ran away from you towards your front door. "Or above him- whatever you're into sweet cheeks."

"Oh! I'm going to get your ass, Pen."

"Run that by my boss first!"

Penelope ripped the front door open, revealing a startled Hotch who had just raised his fist to knock on your house door. A smug smirk graced the blonde's lips, sticking her tongue out at you as she ran towards the SUV where Morgan was waiting. You stood there with a pout on your lips, grabbing your purse from your entrance table. Hotch eyed your dressed up figure, feeling his heart rate pick up as you made your way over to him your perfume engulfing his senses.

"Hiya Hotch." Wrapping your arm around his waist, giving the older man a tight squeeze letting your free hand lock the door behind you stuffing your keys into your purse. Penelope and you might have had one too many shots, the constant cheesing on your face giving you away. 

"Hello sweet girl." Hotch had known you long enough to see you in every situation imaginable, including your drunk side. He chuckled as you left your arm around him, not minding it for a second as you guys walked down the steps to the car. "Are we sure this isn't the aftermath of the bar?"

You let out a small giggle, knowing he was partially right. Hotch opened up the car door for you, helping you into the lifted vehicle a small thank you leaving your lips as you scooted further in as he squeezed in behind you.

The car smelled like people who had were planning on getting laid.

Hotch’s cologne smelled of leather and cinnamon. Discretely trying to hide the fact that you were inching closer to him like a dog sniffing out a treat.

Whilst Morgans cologne smelled of coconut and sugar; not enough to be irritating to the nose.

Both you and Penelope's perfumes smelled nice and sweet, contrasting with the guys.

Penelope was blasting Kesha through the SUV, while Morgan attempted to turn it down without her noticing. Either she noticed or didn't care, allowing her voice to do the work for her as she embodied Kesha.

"We are just getting started, I promise. You should join us! Didn't Morgan draw the short stick for tonight? Leaves you perfectly able to get wasted with us,"

Morgan gave you a glare in the rearview mirror, not letting your mocking affect his driving as he tried his best to follow the law with his boss as his passenger. Hotch just shook his head as you unzipped your purse showing him the contents inside.

His eyebrow raised, he saw several colorful shooters clinking around in the small accessory adorning your body, a smile gracing your warming skin. You took out a bright green shooter, shoving it into his hands.

"What in the-"

"Pen. Catch." Penelope didn't even have to move, her hands expertly catching the pink shot you had picked out just for her. You opted for a blue one, knowing this flavor in specific masked the taste as best it could making it easier to down.

You raised your eyebrow back up at Hotch cracking your drink open, a soft sigh left his lips knowing you wouldn't back down. He proceeded to crack his open, whoops leaving the girls lips. Clinking your shot against his. Your arm moving to wrap around his bringing the cold glass to your lips, allowing the burning sensation to trickle down your throat. Hotch felt his breath hitch at your touch, downing the shooter back.

Hotch was used to harder liquor, but something about the neon colored vodka was already making him feel a little warm. Shaking his head at the taste, putting the lid back on the drink as he watched you reach for another.

"Woah, sweet girl... you sure you can handle another?"

Your rolled your eyes at his concerning words, easily tossing another shooter back as you opened your mouth to show it was gone. Hotch felt a small smirk tug at his lips at the sight, adjusting himself in his seat subtly.

"I almost flunked out of college my freshman year because I was getting drunk every weekend. I learned my handful of tricks- I would put Dr. Reid to shame." Morgan whistled, making Garcia laugh as she reminisced on some of the stories you had told her. An ever-growing smirk graced your lips, re-applying a generous amount of lip gloss to your lips. 

Hotch eyed the bubbly girl, as she made herself comfortable against the taller man. He spread his jean cladded legs as she plopped her purse on his lap, using him as a table rummaging through the contents. Choosing to ignore the sensation of her nimble fingers ghosting over his dark wash jeans, adjusting his position on the leather seat. She pulled out another shooter and mingled it into his hands, a small chuckle bubbling in his chest.

"You're going to have to show me one day, sweet cheeks.”

"Wouldn't you love to see that, sweet boy?"

Morgan smirked up at you as he pulled up to the valet who were excited to take the keys from your favorite Agent, sending a wink to the blushing girl holding the keys. You were about to open the door, almost jumping as you saw Hotch had already beaten you to it. Looking back and forth between the door and your now empty seat beside you, the grinning raven haired man made your heart skip a beat.

"How-"

"Your intoxicated state is making your reaction time slow," His deep voice hummed into your ear, his hands splaying across your back allowing his warmth to keep you from shivering. Hotch lent his arm out, grasping onto his bicep firmly as you made your way into the bar. The shooter you had given the tall man tucked away in his jeans, holding your body close to ensure you wouldn't run off.  His cologne smelled even stronger up close, allowing yourself to engulf the scent a soft sigh leaving your glossed lips.

It didn't take long for Hotch have to glare at the wandering eyes of plenty of men who were attempting to undress you with their nasty eyes. He knew men were absolute garbage as time had gone by, but he knew that he would never let these ones especially anywhere near you tonight. 

It didn't take long for you to find your other co-workers even in all of the chaos, the place bordering a club atmosphere. The bar was currently playing one of your favorite songs, allowing the music to guide your body. You let your grip loosen as you made a beeline towards JJ who was smiling widely up at you, a bright pink coating her cheeks. Your heels clicking mesmerizingly against the stone floor, having mastered the art in running in those strappy shoes.

"JJ!! I missed youuuu," You hurriedly wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing a sticky kiss onto her cheek. She let out a muffled laugh as she held you tighter. "Where is-"

"Spence? Right behind you, honey." The giggling girl whispered into your ear, you spun on your heel making eye contact with the man you had been thinking about all night. A smile made its way onto your lips, taking a seat beside the brunette. 

As if he couldn't get anymore attractive.

The sight of his dark green cardigan bringing out the green in his hazel eyes, hidden behind his god forsaken sexy ass glasses. His cologne wafted over to you, the soft scent of coffee and something sweet. The smell was enough to make your mouth water.

What kind of test do they have to pass to work at the BAU? It seemed like every man and woman had to make your knees buckle to work there.

"Hiya Spence."

The flustered boy tucked his hair behind his ear, turning in his seat to give you his undivided attention. Your perfume infiltrating his nostrils, before having heard your voice. A smell he was all too keen on knowing, wetting his bottom lip nervously. "Oh h-hi!"

The conscious part of your brain attempted to send signals to your body to be smart, your drunk limbs ignoring it as you allowed your legs to entwine with his slack cladded leg closest to you. His breath hitching the smallest of gasps leaving his pink lips. 

The sound of someone hollering behind you made you turn around in your seat, waving excitedly at the dark hair girl approaching. Elle feigned a dramatic hand over her chest, her dress showing off her curves in all the right places. The girl walked over to you, your smile having not left your lips since getting in the car. Smacking a wet kiss on your dark haired friends cheek who just wrapped an arm around your waist. "We were about to send out a search party. We thought Morgan got you guys lost again,"

"Oh he most definitely did, I think the aftershave has made him lose some brain cells over the years." You teased the burly man, who shot you a glare reaching over the table to flick your forehead a gasp leaving your lips. You detangled your legs from Spencers missing the warmth almost as soon as you detached, sending a harsh kick to Morgan who hissed at your heels.

"Son of a bitch. Watch your back, sweet cheeks."

"Want me to kiss it better?" A small twinkle shone in his eyes, his usual flirty smirk making its way onto his face. You turned on your charm, resting your face on your hands as you batted your eyelashes at the man your glossy lips parted open. Everyone at the table watched in amusement as Morgan practically melted at her doe eyes looking up at him, leaning closer to her face. 

"I would love nothing more-"

"I call dibs first, Chocolate Thunder." Penelope butted in, making her first appearance at the table a tray full of drinks. She handed you your signature drink, the vibrant color matching her outfit. Clapping your hands as you blew a kiss to the blonde, wrapping your lips around the straw humming happily at the cold liquid making its way down your throat. 

"No need to call dibs when I've already kissed you, baby cheeks."

"You're not special, Derek. We've all kissed, sweets." All the girls threw in their words of agreement, a chuckle leaving Spencers lips as he watched the look of disbelief on Morgan's face. "Sweet as her name, she is." 

"Don't make me kiss you on the mouth again, Pen."

"Maybe that's what I'm hinting at, sweet girl."

A burst of giggles left the girls mouths as they all grabbed ahold of the shots Garcia had bought everyone. 

Well, everyone except Morgan. 

Penelope had grabbed something strong; wanting to ensure it did what it was intended to do. You had seen Spencer had also proceeded to throw back a shot a small wince leaving his lips. "You would think after 9,006 years, that we would know how to mask the taste of alcohol."

"I like the pain. Gives a little thrill, don't you think?" Tilting your head at the doctor whose eyes widened a little, his cheeks flushing pink. A small giggle left your lips placing your hand dangerously close to his thigh, turning your attention to the raven haired man beside you.

"What are you nursing there, Hotch?" He turned to his left, eyeing the flustered girl a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he showed her his glass. "Mind if I have a sip?" 

"Of course. Go ahead." The girl gently took the glass from his hands, taking a small sip of the drink a soft hum leaving her lips. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of her lips on the same glass his were just on. She just grinned at the man, handing him back his jack and coke. "Not bad- too Hotch for me." 

Gently rising from your chair at the table, gaining the attention of everyone at the table a grin already plastered on your face. Spencer eyed your radiating body, his brain turning to mush as he tried to focus on the words leaving your pretty lips. Chugging the rest of your cocktail, the cold feeling nice on your warming face. "Time to dance!"

Penelope wasted no time, dragging a more than ready Morgan onto the swarm of people on the dance floor. JJ and Elle had already partnered up, their swaying bodies entwined together. Leaving you in between Spencer and Hotch. Both who looked absolutely delicious-

Hold on- what?

Delicious?

I mean... 

Hotch's black polo did absolute numbers for his muscular body. His biceps just about bulging out of the shirt, snug around his lean torso. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his waist. And don't even mention his gorgeous eyes, with their specks of green becoming visible the closer you got to him.

And then Spencer.

That boy looked like straight out of a rom com. His puppy eyes staring at you intently like nothing around you existed. His chiseled jaw and those puffy lips were all you could think about at work. His button ups fitting him just right, the cardigans about to swallow him whole wishing you were in them as well.

"Sweets?"

The sound of Hotchs raspy voice speaking broke you out of your trance, blinking away your borderline wet dream about your co-worker and superior. Taking notice of Spencers empty seat, turning to Hotch with a confused look on your face. "He went to the restroom. Everything okay? You were unresponsive there for a second."

"Y-yes. Sorry, I was- I don't even know. You guys both looked so good, my brain started short circuiting." The words were spewing out of your mouth like muscle memory, a shocked expression filtering over the usually furrowed mans face. "How about that dance?"

"Oh no, I don't-"

"Hotchner, don't start. I was promised a dance,"

"-I think that was you doing the promising." You grabbed ahold of his wrist, tugging the protesting man whose eyes had grown soft. "You're awfully strong when you're drunk. Did you know that?"

"I think it's similar to when crack heads do crack, except without the crack." You shouted into his ear, the music practically making it near impossible to hear. Hotch just let a laugh slip out, his hands having found their home on your hips barely touching you, afraid he would mess it all up.

Pitbull had begun to blast through the club, your body swinging to the beat having known the rhythm a little too well for your liking. The clubs lights had gotten dark, except for the strobe lights and stage lights lighting up the crowd every now and then. You could see Penelope shouting the words at Morgan who bared an amused stare at the blonde, dancing with her drunken form the pink spotlight lighting up her blonde hair perfectly.

A whine left your lips at the lack of contact with your dance partner, pressing your body against the towering man above you knowing this exact situation must be written somewhere on what not to do with your boss. He almost halted his movements if it weren't for your hands finding his and wrapping his arms further around your waist. Hands finding their home around his neck, chills going down his spine as he felt how close you were to him.

The music took ahold of your body. Every beat sending your hips to follow half a second later, memorizing the way Hotch followed your every move. As if your bodies were made just for one another; you moved in sync with each other, neither of you having to give cues as if you guys had been doing this for years.

Hotch felt this body growing hotter the longer you were grinding up against him, a small line of guilt bubbling inside but his body seemed to be doing all the thinking for him. His hands tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer to him a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your body swaying and turning in his grasp pressing your ass against his growing member, Hotch's head leaning into your neck.

You rolled your head back leaning against Hotch's muscular body, trying to see if it was your mind playing tricks on your or if it truly was what you thought it was poking against your ass.

Every touch felt- electric.

The pawing at your body from Hotch made your body writhe in his grasp, feeling yourself getting drunk in his touch. Shaking hands reaching behind you to find his head full of hair and run your fingers through his gelled hair, enjoying the soft rumble against his chest. Turning back around to face him, wondering what was running through his head right now.

Hotch knew he must have looked as crazy as he felt. Scanning every inch of her face, cupping her face in his warm calloused hand tucking her hair away from her face.

He could see every tiny freckle, and scar on your face.

The sparkly gloss coating your lips enticing him the longer you mouthed the words close to his chest.

Every one of his senses was focused on you.

Your perfume.

Your body.

Your gorgeous eyes.

He couldn't look away-

"If you wanted to kiss me Hotch, you could have just asked,"

Before Hotch could lean down and press his awaiting lips on yours, you spotted a tall lanky figure looking around detaching your limbs from the man a giant grin gracing your features. Waving at the approaching figure, tugging the brunette closer to you. The older man almost rolled his eyes, keeping his hands tucked into his pocket his fingers knocking with the shooter you had gifted him earlier.

"Spence! I was about to send out a search party,"

The blushing boy tried to stammer out a response, his eyes locking with Hotch's.

His boss- correction. His friend was staring at him as if he had just came out and told him he was the unsub on a case. Wiping his clammy hands against his dark slacks, wondering what he had interrupted.

"The line to the bathroom was long. If it weren't for the fact that I had to-"

"Did you know that Aaron is a good dancer?" You shouted in Spencers direction, the name slipping off your tongue sweet like honey.

Hotch turned to face the girl replaying the sound of his name falling off of her lips over and over again, hoping she would say it again. Spencer raised a surprised eyebrow at the cheesing girl, whose hold on him hadn't faltered.

"I'm not too surprised. His stature and athleticism point him in the direction of having better coordination than the average person."

"I have no idea what you just said! Maybe Pitbull is having some affect on my hearing," 

"Maybe we should go sit down, hm?" Hotch whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. Nodding along to his words, grabbing ahold of his unsuspecting hand tugging them over to the back corner table you were sitting at. A soft sigh left your lips, as you reached for Hotch's glass tossing the rest of the drink back. 

Spencer eyed your hand that was still holding onto Hotch's practically burning a hole into his much larger hand, a million thoughts coursing through his head. "Next one is on me, Aaron."

"Don't worry about it, sweet girl. Let me go buy another drink, I'll order you a water."

"What! I'm not even close to being done, please..." A pout found its way onto your face," Just one or two more."

Hotch couldn't say no to that face. "One more. Reid, want anything?"

"Can I just get a water, please?"

Hotch untangled your hand from his, his retreating figure hard to miss even with all the people surrounding him. Spencer took this chance to try to erase any progress Hotch had made, his figure seating itself right beside you. His shaking hand found its place on your thigh, a choked sound leaving your lips eyeing the nervous boy standing before you. Your heart just about dropped into your stomach, a fluttering in your stomach as the guy you had been crushing on had made a move.

Please move it higher-

"I wish we could have had our dance, Spence... I'm sure you've got some more tricks up your sleeve I haven't seen."

"I don't think I would have been able to keep it professional if I got my hands on you,"

Fuck.

"What if I didn't want you too?"

You were playing with fire. 

Knowing full well you had just basically had sex with your boss out on the dance floor, but your brain wanted them both. 

And bad. 

Spencers face heated up, his face leaning closer to yours feeling your chest tighten as he almost brushed his lips against yours his warm minty breath burning your eyes slightly. Holding your breath as you felt him pull back a confused look on your face, taking notice of a looming figure coming your way. The feeling of your blood rushing to your already burning face made you feel a little faint, fanning your face to try to cool off.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the pair of you a knowing look on his face, clapping Spencers shoulder with a smirk on his lips. "My man. I never knew you had it in you,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. I didn't know it was a secret, sweet girl. Does this mean the nicknames are off limits now?"

You giggled at the reddening of Spencers face, nudging him playfully. "Not at all, baby. But, Spencer is right. We have no idea what you're talking about."

"What is Spencer right about again?"

"Oh, him and our sweets are-"

Spencer had read your mind, sending a swift kick towards Morgan who let out a yelp turning around and giving the brunette a harsh punch to the arm. Hotch felt his face tense at the words Morgan was insinuating, hoping Morgan was just playing a joke on him taking the seat closest to you leaving you sandwiched in between your two wet dreams once more.

"Don't tell me you're all out of dances, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten mine."

"Oh trust, I'm not. I was just waiting on a good song to come on-"

As if someone was listening in on your conversation, Club Can't Handle Me came on a fan favorite between you and Morgan. A loud laugh leaving both of your mouths as he made his way over to you dragging you over to the huge crowd that you had just escaped. Morgans hands expertly found their place on your hips, having danced with the famous flirt many times. 

The way he grinned against your body had you almost a mess, allowing your legs to slip around his thigh dancing on him as if your life depended on it. By this point there was a layer of sweat on both of your bodies, making you look pornographic on the dance floor. His tight v-neck showed off his muscles well in the dim lighting of the bar, his arms practically engulfing you. 

"You're too hot to be here by yourself,"

"Shut up, Morgan."

The pretty boy leaned into the cusp of your ear, his lips brushing up against you. "If looks could kill, your two lover boys would have killed me tenfold." 

Peeking over his shoulder, noticing the evident glares of Hotch and Spencer who looked like they were 2 seconds away from walking over. "Want to help me make them make the first move?”

"You're an absolute minx, you know that?"

You knew Morgan was right, but the alcohol in you just wanted them to walk over and make you theirs. The music had changed to a slow sexier song, knowing if you were to do anything it would have to be now when the music would show everything off.

Closing your eyes allowing the music to guide you, putting every ounce of your being into grinding against Morgan. It didn’t take long of Morgan putting his hands closer to your ass before a cough interrupted the pair of you.

“Mind if I but in, Morgan?”

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a/n: guys this came to me in the middle of the night and i did NOT stop writing until 5 am. it just kept coming out. and FUCK, i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn. this is my first criminals minds fic pookies.

a/n: GUYS WHAT THE HECK! i am literally writing part two right now, you guys have been so nice to me :,)

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warnings: smut, cussing, jealousy?, nothing too crazy guys. but i can definitely make some kinkier stuff if you’d like *muah*

mdni por favor

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part 1 here / aaron version here

A small part of you couldn't believe it had worked. Chewing on the bottom of your lip, your body not halting its movements as the song continued on playing. You swore on everything that you could hear your heartbeat pounding, as you made eye contact with the guy who had clouded a good chunk of your mind all night.

The smallest chuckle left Derek's lips, as he pressed a longer than necessary kiss on your cheek. Detangling from your body, clapping the brunette's shoulder as he took his current spot. The nervous man wrapped his arms around you like he was scared you would regret it as soon as it came, your hands running up his chest and to the back of his neck a small smile on your lips.

"I didn't expect you to come over. I thought you didn't like dancing," You whispered against the cusp of his ear, his grip on you tightening his mind getting lost in the sensation of your sweaty body against his. He seemed at a loss for words her giggling against his neck driving him insane. Before he could utter any words the girl pressed a soft kiss against his neck instant goosebumps appearing on the visible skin she could see. "Morgan and I had just barely started-"

"I couldn't watch the either of you anymore," Spencer mumbled against you, your small kiss still sending waves of shock throughout his overwhelmed body. "I-I couldn't bear the thought of another man being as close to you as he was... my mind just kept telling me that it should have been me."

Your heart fluttered at his words, tightening your hold around his neck pulling him closer. "You could have just asked,"

Fuck. Every ounce of your body was trying to stop itself from pouncing on the glossy eyed agent.

His eyes were blown wide open, his hands trying to memorize every inch of your body. His touch leaving a trail of chills, your lips parted open. The strobes of light flickering across your face lighting your face up in a delicious manner, not wanting to blink and break eye contact.

The alcohol was doing all of the work now, leaning to press an open mouthed kiss on his neck. Spencer hissed at the sensation, his head thrown back as he allowed your mouth to decorate his neck in your sparkly gloss. Your sober self was screaming at you to get it together, your fellow co-workers most definitely watching as you made a mess out of the younger boy.

"Please. I need to kiss you."

Before you could react, Spencer had cupped your face in his much larger hands and crashed his lips into yours.

For a split second, you had thought the music had been turned off.The ringing in your ears should have concerned you but you paid no mind.

The sensation of Spencer's lips on yours all your mind could focus on.

Your hands quickly found his hair, entwining your fingers into his chestnut locks. Spencer's hips instinctively found yours, grinding against you out of force of habit. A groan leaving both of your lips. A small part of you hadn't known Spencer would be this intense of a kisser but he poured every ounce of his being into this kiss. Like he was speaking with his actions. His mouth moved against yours like he was being starved from your touch, allowing your tongue to part his mouth as he moaned against your lips. His chest was growing heavy from the lack of air, but he didn't care.

His body just wanted more. More of you. And damn, he couldn't get enough.

"Spence," mumbling against his now swollen lips, trying to pull away so you could breath. But the brunette had already moved his kisses down to your neck, soft moans leaving your lips. The sensation of someone burning a whole onto your head made your eyes flicker up to where you knew you would find the harsh gaze of Aaron Hotchner.

What a sinful sight.

Your glazed eyes making eye contact with him as the brunette coated every inch of your body he could see with his lips.

Straight out of a nightmare.

Knowing the girl he was pinning after was being pinned against a wall by his friend.

Hotch felt like every inch of his body was on fire. And not in the way you had made him feel only moments prior. He needed to leave and take the coldest shower of his life, hoping it would erase the memory of your lips interlocked with the spewing fun fact machine.

The same lips that he was close to kissing.

The same lips that were flirting with him only moments before.

And now-

Spencer had your body in a way only Hotch could imagine of having you. Every part of your body was so responsive, leaning into his touch to show him he was doing everything right. A small part of him wanted to walk over there and yank you away from his touch. He wanted to crash his lips into yours, and show the younger man exactly how to touch you. He wanted to slam you against a nearby table, and mark your body to let everyone else know that you were his.

Only his.

Not Spencers.

Not Morgans.

His.

Almost as if someone else had a hold of his body, heavy thuds ringing in his ears as he found himself making his way over to her. Your frantic hands tapped on Spencer's shoulders, his actions not faltering. His brain having turned off relying on his instincts.

"Spence- Hotch is- fuck- he's coming over."

The mention of Hotchs name made something click in his brain. Popping his lips off of your neck, proceeding to move to your abused lips. His mouth slamming against yours a small gasp leaving your mouth, using this chance to allow his tongue to enter your sweet mouth.

Jesus christ. Who the hell was this guy?

His tongue left not a single inch of your mouth untouched. His moans sounding like heaven in your mouth, not wanting to stop the boy in your hazy state. Your panties stood no chance against him. Knowing they were behind soaked at this point, clenching your legs together to create some type of friction.

"Mn- spence- stop. Please,"

"Please what sweet girl..." A moan left your moan at the sinful way he moaned your nickname, trying to push the brunette off your limbs not cooperating with what you were trying to convey.

"I think she said stop, Reid." A small shudder ran down your spine at the cold tone of the taller man. Spencer just about snapped back into reality, realizing he was doing all of these activities in front of his boss. The bespectacled boy turned around less confident than he was when he was destroying your neck, his hold on you faltering.

"Hotch, it's okay. I just needed a breath-"

"You should know when to stop, Spencer. No matter what. You of all people should know this." His curt words were slicing through the sexual tension, leaving you standing there like two kids being scolded by their parents.

Spencer ran his hand through his tousled curls, chest rising up and down as he tried to catch his breath. Your now empty hands fiddled with the metal hanging around your neck nervously, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"I think this is a good time to call it a night," Your words landed on deaf ears, seeming that was the plan before Hotch had made his way over to you. "I'll go find Pen and Morgan."

Leaving Hotch and Spencer didn't seem like a smart idea at the time, but you just wanted to get out from in between them. Shaking your head at your antics, finding Penelope pretty quickly her giggly form told you she was pretty gone.

"Morgan, I think Hotch and I are ready to go. Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah, let me go get pretty boy. He asked if we could take him home as well." Your heart dropped even further into your stomach, hands fiddling with one another at the thought of being stuck with them again.

You brought this on yourself.

You did this to yourself.

Fuck me and these stupid ass men.

Your drunken state made the trip between the bar and into the car a haze, the only thing you knew was that you were sandwiched in between the hottest people you have ever seen in your life. Holding your hands around your body, in fear of them going and doing something stupid again.

Hotch's intense stare was focused on the road ahead, his knuckles a stark white. He was clutching his jeans in a tight grip, trying to hide his frustration from the soft girl beside him.

What did Spencer have that he didn't?

Was is that he was young and cute?

Was it all of his fun facts that kept her wrapped around his finger?

Maybe she thinks I'm too old for her.

His subconscious was feeding him every possible scenario, believing them over and over. Before he could dig a deeper hole for himself, the sound of car doors opening snapped him out of his trance. His eyes fixating on your house, not having realized they had already arrived.

Spencer held the door open for you, his hand extended to you as you thanked him softly.

"Want me to walk you to your door?"

Yes please.

Before you could argue back, your body had already accepted his offer slipping your arm through his. Turning around to face the car, biding everyone a farewell your eyes hesitating over Hotch's. Not being able to ignore the unrecognizable emotion written all over his face.

"Morgan, you can go ahead without me. He can just spend the night here. What's the worst that could happen?"

The sound of Morgan laughing at his choice of words made the vein on the side of Hotch's forehead throb, trying to ignore the suggestive tone in Morgan's response.

"Don't have too much fun with him, sweet girl. I want him at work on time and in one piece."

A small giggle left your lips, saluting the chauffeur as Spencer led you away. The soft chirps from the crickets were all that you could hear, the cold air feeling nice on your sweaty frame.

"I hope you're okay with me spending the night- I know we've slept in the same room together before, but if it's too much I'll just sober up for a bit and head on home. Should take me about an hour and 37 minutes to be fully sober-" Spencer rambled grabbing a hold of your keys, expertly opening your front door as he held it open for you. Your scent slapped him right in his face as he made his way inside, locking the door behind him flicking the lights on.

Your house screamed you.

All of your little knick knacks around the house, the way you decorated your house just made sense.

It was like he could see your exact thought process on where you had placed your furniture, the decorations.

The colors you picked all worked well with each other.

Whoever walked in and saw your place would be able to know what kind of person you were.

Spencer had only seen your house from the entrance of your front door, but seeing it in all of its intimate details made him feel a little warm.

A smile making its way onto his lips as he locked eyes on a picture of you and the BAU team. Everyone in the picture was smiling straight at the camera; except for you. Your head was thrown back a laugh frozen in your expression, your fingers on Spencer's bicep whose arm was resting happily beside you. He could see the fondness in his eyes, noting the way everyone just moved into you. Spencer remembers this day in a fonder memory than he does every other day- he was able to have a special part of you that no one else could touch.

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"Did you know that Texas' state flower is the bluebonnet?"

"I always thought they were more of a weed." Morgan questioned, tucking his sunglasses into the neck of his shirt. You smacked his arm at his comment.

The team was currently on a case in Texas. More specifically, on the side of a highway in Texas. The sound of people speeding by made you a little nervous, but you felt safe surrounded by all of your fellow co-workers. That and the fact that the sun was your biggest enemy at the moment. You had lived in Texas for the longest before pursuing the F.B.I., the agonizing sun reminding you of one of the worst and best things about Texas.

Currently sporting your not work appropriate tank top and some bootcut jeans to match your matching cowboy boots. It was hotter than a mother, no one would say anything about the dress code as long as you were still able to move.

You figured what better time to bring out your pride and joy than now.

Elle hadn't stopped growling at you the second she had seen your outfit, whispering sweet nothings to you in spanish. 

Making you wonder why you hadn't pursued Elle any sooner.

"That's rude." Crouching down by the blooming field of blue, touching the petals lightly. "They're a gorgeous flower. Their color is so vibrant! The petals look like the bonnets women used to wear on their heads- look!"

"I think you've been hanging around pretty boy too much, sweet girl."

"If I was, I would have been able to tell you that bluebonnets are a part of the pea family and of the-"

"- North American lupinus genus." Spencer finished for you, a wide smile coating his features dimples poking out. His cheeks a bright red, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

The brunette was dressed in semi different attire, a pair of black sunglasses hanging off the tip of his nose. He rid of his usual cardigan leaving him in just his baby blue button up, the top button undone leaving his glistening collarbone exposed. You had barely been able to concentrate when he looked that good. Licking your lips slyly as you eyed the taller man from your position on the grass.

Morgan rolled his eyes at the boys words. His hand reaching down to grab your hand lifting you from your dazed state, a giggle left your lips as he about hoisted you off the ground.

"Thank you, handsome." Teasing the dark haired man who just smirked at your flirting, wrapping an arm around your waist. Immediately regretting the decision as the heat between the two of you became unbearable pretty fast. Before you could split, you felt a someone jump on your back their arms wrapping around your neck . Turning to face JJ who was giggling at her current position atop your back.

"JJ, what in the-"

"Hey! No group hug without me!" Penelope shouted, running towards you a huge grin etched on her face. A bubble of laughter tumbled out of your lips, her shorter frame placing itself directly next to Morgan's who happily wrapped her up as well. Elle had somehow snuck in as well, her body lying horizontally on the plush grass. She fanned herself with a manila folder, her hair blowing in the small gusts of wind.

"Come here, pretty boy."

"Oh no, I'm perfectly okay not being surrounded by sweaty bodies-"

"Spence! Get your big ass over here," At the sound of your sweet voice hitting his eardrums he trekked over to you. Derek had moved over so he could be in the middle, alongside the girls giggling frame as she held onto JJ tightly. Spencer gently rested his arm against yours, not wanting to invade your personal space but you had other plans. Happily resting your unoccupied hand on his bicep, squeezing him happily a huge grin on your face.

"Everyone smile for the camera." The sound of Gideons voice made everyone get in position, their sweaty faces looking at the older man who bore amused expressions on his face. Your hand never once faltered on Spencer's arm.

He knew it was medically impossible; but his heart felt like it was going at light speed. Trying to regulate his breathing as he grinned at the camera.

"Sweets. What do you a call a small pepper in late autumn?"

The most genuine laugh that could ever come out of you bubbled out, throwing your head back at Gideons question. The rest of the group eyed you with a bewildered look on their faces, except for a pair of hazel eyes. Spencer bore the most awed and adoring gazes he could ever bare, as they saw her wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes. 

"A little chili!"

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Spencer chuckled at the memory, setting the picture frame back down.

"Of course not. I- I was kind of hoping you would want to anyway," The blood rushed to your face fiddling with the back of the couch behind you, facing the taller man with a smile on your lips. "I can't guarantee that I will be able to do a whole lot of talking tonight."

"Whys that, sweet girl?"

The name slid off of his tongue deliciously, clenching your thighs together as you fumbled to find the words. You felt the air shift almost instantly, eyeing his frame his hands tucked into the front of his slacks.

"I think- I um- my brain would be able to form coherent sentences when I'm not as intoxicated as I am right now. I'm not drunk- by any means. But I definitely wouldn't trust the words leaving my mouth. They would just be screaming at you to just shut up and kiss me-"

Spencer took your words literally his body moving before he could process it. Slamming his lips against yours. Your body instinctively followed him, fumbling your fingers into his feather soft hair. The brunette moaned into your mouth, pressing you against the back of the couch his grip on your hips tight.

A soft whine left his lips as you grinded against his half hard member, not wasting any time in sliding his slender fingers under the hem of your dress trailing it up your thighs ever so slowly. Your hands fumbled to his shirt, unbuttoning the buttons like second nature exposing more of his torso.

"I can't believe- mm- that you're kissing me right now- fuck me."

A deep chuckle rumbled his chest, his lips parting from your already marked neck. Spencer wouldn't bring himself to admit that he liked seeing you covered in hickeys. Hickeys that he made.

"Jump up for me sweets." Following his instructions without hesitation, your legs wrapping around his waist hands cupping your thighs tightly. The bespectacled boy made his way around the couch, gently sitting down with your legs on either side of him. "Fuck... you look gorgeous. I just want to eat you out so bad."

Moaning at his confession, instinctively grinding against his now too tight slacks. Spencer's mouth was parted as he eyed you in awe, his hands guiding your hips back and forth on his cock. Your clit was getting all the friction it could possibly get with only your panties to cover your soaked cunt. Feeling your arousal seep through the thin material, leaving a wet spot on his dark pants.

"Pretty girl... oh you're so pretty when you moan." Spencer's praise went straight to your head grinding on him at an embarrassing speed on his lap, his hands groping your exposed skin his finger trailing along the hem of your panties.

"Spence- please. I need your mouth. Your cock- fuck- just anything please."

Spencer could come right then and there if you had asked him to, shoving you off his hips laying you flat on the couch your legs spread wide open. He shrugged his shirt off exposing his slender body your shaking fingers trailing down his torso making their way to his waistband.Shaking his head at your needy whines, laying on his stomach to get closer to your soaked panties. A soft moan left your lips as he wrapped his arms around your thighs getting comfortable, his warm breath fanning over your leaking cunt.

"Please don't hold back on me, sweet girl."

Before you could utter any words of protest, Spencer had slid your panties to the side and licked a stripe up your slit. Hissing at the sensation of him on your swollen clit, bucking your hips up. He chuckled against you looking up at you through his lashes, enjoying the view of you gripping the couch cushions in a tight grip. Taking a deep breath as he delved in, his mouth leaving not a single inch of you untouched.

He moaned at the taste of you feeling himself getting addicted to your arousal his lips wrapping around your clit, feeling his cock harden at the sinful sounds leaving your lips. Your head was thrown back chest heaving up and down, your fingers trying to find something to grasp. 

"My hair."

"Mm?"

"Your hands- grab my hair." Without a second thought you trailed your hands to his head full of curls, allowing your fingers to tug on his feather soft hair. A guttural moan leaving his lips, sending waves of pleasure down your legs. "Just like that."

Spencer adjusted his hold on your thighs his free hand toying with your clit as he used his tongue to fuck your spongy walls.

"Jesus- fuck. God, Spencer. Please..."

"Mmm" He hummed against your puffy lips, not faltering his movements as he eased two of his slender fingers inside your warmth. Feeling as full as you did should be illegal, clenching your eyes shut as he fucked you gingerly not wanting to make you cum quite yet. "I want to see your eyes, sweet girl."

Fluttering your eyes open locking eyes with his dark eyes. The sight of your glossy eyes was enough to make him want your cum to coat his cock, speeding up his slick fingers carefully inserting a third feeling you clench around him. 

"Fuck! Yes… please don’t stop-"

A pair of sticky lips pressed against yours shoving his tongue in your mouth as he fumbled with his slacks, tossing them elsewhere. He couldn't be bothered to remove either of your garments, tugging his cock out of his briefs a soft hiss leaving his lips at the freeing sensation. Stroking his slick covered hand over his cock, coating it in your sweet juices. 

"I'm on the pill. Please. I just want your cock deep inside of me," You blabbered out too far in your haze to form coherent sentences. A soft chuckle left his lips, lining himself up with your cunt enjoying the way you shivered at the sensation of his leaking cock against your abused hole. "Spence.."

"I know pretty girl. I just want to soak up every bit of this,"

Soft gasps left your lips as he eased inside your walls, his scrunched up face let you know he was trying to hold back. Taking matters into your own hands wrapping your legs around his hips, using your entwined feet to push him deeper into you bottoming out.

"Fuck..."

"Fuck me like you mean it."

His eyes darkened even further, snapping his hips against yours a loud moan leaving your swollen lips. Pulling out all the way enjoying your whines of protests, his body seeming to move without him needing to think .

Fucking you like he had never dreamt of anyone before, soft pants leaving his body as he felt the coil tightening inside. 

He didn't want to stop.

Not when you looked so heavenly yet oh so sinful below him. 

Your hair was splayed on the couch, your doe eyes looking up at him as he destroyed your pretty little cunt. The sound of his cock squelching with every thrust would be engraved in his brain forever, quite literally. Already replaying every moment in his head, as he leaned down to press a feverish kiss to your lips wanting to inhale every bit of you.

You tasted so sweet. 

Oh so sweet. 

Your cunt tasted just as sweet as your lips did. He couldn't get enough. Your walls clenched around his cock, a groan leaving his lips giving you a harsh thrust enjoying the loud sounds he was able to pull from you.

Having been on the edge this entire time, his cock feeling like a heaven sent. You didn't want this to end, having stopped yourself from cumming like your life depended on it. Not being able to hold it back anymore your hands clawing at his back for something to hold.

Taking one look at his face, his glasses had been tossed somewhere on your rug. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the sounds leaving your body. A small whine left your mouth as you took every inch of him in.

"Jesus... Spence. I'm-"

"Cum for me sweet girl... I'm right behind you," He mumbled into your lips his tongue having found his way back into your mouth. Those words were all you needed to hear, arching your back off the couch a groan leaving your lips as you writhed under him.

Every last inch of your body felt numb. Everything had gone foggy. Feeling a new wave of content wash over you as you began to climb down from your orgasm. 

The feeling of Spencers thrusts speeding up made you tighten your hold on his back your nails digging into the soft flesh. Heavy grunts escaped his lips at every thrust, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. The sight of your lips parted open, your breasts bouncing with the harshness of his thrusts sent him over the edge his hips sputtering with every snap of his hips.

Shooting ribbons of his cum deep inside your velvety walls, a soft moan leaving your body at the filling sensation. The brunette didn't dare move his body tingling as his chest heaved up and down.

A soft giggle broke him out of his trance, his eyes snapping up to your flushed face. Your hands were covering your face as you giggled into your hands, peeking an eye open at the confused boy.

"Wha-"

"Morgan is going to absolutely murder me. Look at the state of your neck," Your comment send the two of you into a fit of giggles, shaking his head at the girl who looked up at him with a wide smile. Your eyes blown wide open eyeing him with something he couldn't quite place.

Where had he seen that look before?

His mind immediately blanked, only being able to focus on one thing flashing in his mind. 

The picture.

The picture of him and the team. The only person looking down at you; was him. The same twinkle in your eye as you eyed him flushed face was one he had seen on his face countless of times. Feeling his heart rate pick up tucking a strand of your hair behind your eyes, enjoying the warming of your cheeks under his large hands. Spencer couldn't believe someone as sweet as you was his.

 Who could have ever know?

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hey you lovely’s! i’ve been watching criminal minds for like the first time ever!! and i’ve been obsessed with just about every character on that show. please, if you want to send me any requests feel free to do so <3 i think i’d be open to write just about anyone and everything so :p thank you guys!!!! lots of love and kisses

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a/n: GUYS WHAT PLEASE IM SCARED. FILTHY. let me know if yall enjoy <3. this is my first criminal minds fic. considering making an aaron option??????? lmk if i should pursue

infatuated p.2 | a.h

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word count: 5.6k words

warnings: cussing, grinding, thigh humping, ptsd flashbacks, blood, guns and knives involved, mentions of religion

mdni por favor

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part 1 here /spencer part here

You had to pinch your side to ensure that this was truly happening. Eyeing Hotch's tense frame his eyes flickering between you and Morgans faces. Morgans signature know it all smirk graced his features, loosening his grip around your waist pressing a soft kiss on your cheek like he hadn't seen Hotch storm over from the bar table.

What in the world am I doing?

I'm never drinking again-

Hotch internally argued with himself shoving down any negative thoughts, his eyes eyeing your sweaty frame against Morgans. Having to hold himself back from ripping his hands off of your waist. Noting how dangerously close they were to your ass.

He had dragged himself over here before he could talk himself out of it, feeling his body sweating bullets. A huge part of him was hoping you wouldn't turn away from him. But by the look in your eye, a small part of him knew you wouldn't.

It felt like an eternity before either of you made a motion to move from your interlocked position. Hotch's heart rate was through the roof not allowing you to see how nervous he was, switching weight from one foot to the other. It wasn't until Hotch cleared his throat that Morgan pulled away from your body. He lingered on your waist pressing another unnecessary soft kiss as a final poke at Hotch, clapping Hotch on the back as he chuckled making his way over to where everyone else was located.

The dark haired man slid into Morgan's spot, his muscular thighs slotted perfectly with yours stealing a breath from you. The music had changed tempo once more, Hotch not wasting a second before guiding your hips along to the beat.

His body moving fluidly with the music. He looked gorgeous under the strobe lights, his watch reflecting the light barely able to focus on anything other than his tan muscular arms. Without you realizing the taller man had mingled you further into the crowd where he knew no one on his team could see what either of you might get up to. His hands had swiftly found their home around your waist, loving how soft and plush you felt under his fingers giving you a soft squeeze.

"You really know how to push my buttons, don't you sweets?"

A shudder ran down your spine at his words unable to form a coherent sentence. He chuckled against your frame pulling you closer to his toned body. His cologne were all your senses could focus on, that and the sweet scent of jack made his scent even more intoxicating.

You could feel the heat radiating off of his body but you couldn't care less. Wanting to put as little layers between the two of you as possible. Pressing your face against his check laying a small kiss on the exposed skin, trailing the kisses down his neck enjoying the tight breaths leaving his tense body. His head tilted back a tiny bit exposing more of his neck to you, your lips not hesitating to attach themselves to his soft flesh. A small moan escaped his lips sending blood rushing down to your pulsing cunt, clenching your legs tighter against his thigh.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mumbled against his neck, a deep groan leaving his lips as you sucked lightly on a soft spot on his neck. "I was just dancing..."

"You were basically having sex with Morgan in front of me." His chest rumbled as he whispered in your ear his grip on your hips tightening. Hundreds of thoughts were running through your head as you eyed the gorgeous man standing before you. Trailing your fingers down the black polo, tugging him closer to you his breath fanning over your face. "I didn't enjoy watching another man touch you."

"He wasn't just some stranger-"

"He wasn't me."

A whimper left your lips at the possessive tone of his words, feeling your thighs clamp around his muscular leg out of habit by now. Hotch could have taken you right there, his body loving at the reactiveness of your body. His body moving without hesitation tilting his leg higher up a gasp leaving your lips at the newfound friction.

"I-I um..."

Hotch tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear cupping your face with his calloused hands. Parting your lips almost instinctively as you eyed his plump lips. His dark eyes scanned your barely lit face unable to keep his hands to himself any long, restraining himself to respect your boundaries.

"Can I kiss you?"

You didn't even bother to answer his silly question, tugging him by his polo crashing your lips against his. Waves of shock made their way down your body at the overwhelming sensation of your dream come true. You couldn't wrap your mind around the fact that your boss had you in the position you were in; legs parted with his thigh in between you as he kissed you like tomorrow wasn't guaranteed. A small whine left your lips the second they had met, wanting to deepen the kiss even deeper nipping at his bottom lip. Aaron just chuckled at your attempts, not giving you what you were asking for. He took his time giving your mouth a loving kiss not wanting it to ever end.

Your nimble hands clawed at any clothing you could grasp, the soft material feeling nice against your skin wondering what it would look like on your bedroom floor-

"You taste even sweeter than I could have ever imagined."

Something about that sentence was absolutely filthy. Your mind only thinking of Aaron with his head in between your legs, his face glistening in your sweet juices licking his lips as he uttered those words. Recognizing the look glazing your eyes chuckling against your lips, as he trailed soft kisses up to your ear making you shiver at his teasing. Wanting him to just mark you up and down, letting everyone know you were his.

"How about... we save this for your house? Hm? I want to hear what other pretty noises you got locked up in there," Choking on your saliva as you looked at the smug man with a bewildered look, his body untangling from your compromising position.

I'm sorry- what?

My- my house?!

Hotch tugged your dress further down your thighs, saving you from exposing those pretty panties-

Hold it.

No. Keep it together.

Your underwear.

Not...

Not those soaked panties that had left a small wet spot on his dark jeans, having haunted his mind the second he felt you grinding against him like this was a common occurrence between the two of you.

He guided you from the now overcrowded dance floor, his hand remaining on the small of your back as you swayed your way over to your friends where they were still dancing along to the music blaring from the speakers. You hoped you didn't look as disheveled as you had felt, eyeing the table for a drink only spotting Spencers still full drink. Lifting your gaze to eye the brunette whose cheeks were rosy from drinking his fruity drinks, lips wrapped around a pink straw as he hummed to the song being played.

"Do you mind if I have a sip?"

Bending over Elle to whisper in Spencer's ear, the dark haired girl cat called you as she got a full view of your breasts in the dress. Spencer's eyes had also grown wide trying to keep his eyes focused on your blown out ones, popping his lips off the straw about to grab another one for you before you wrapped your pretty lips around the same one his were wrapped around on.

The sight of your lips sucking on a straw were enough to be imprinted in his brain, playing over and over again. Hotch could barely phantom the sight before him. Your body bent over Elle's lap uttering something to Spencer, your ass on full display for him. Wiggling your hips almost tauntingly, the bubbles of laughter leaving Elles lips made you giggle adjusting yourself upright.

"Mmm, I don't think I've ever had this. What's in?"

Elle had wiggled out of her seat off to find another drink leaving you to take her seat as you tilted your head at the brunette whose eyes were flickering all over you. To your glistening thighs, the sweared lip gloss on your lips, the forming bruises on your neck.

His hand tentatively reached out to guide his fingers against the purple blotches knowing full well those were not there when you had left to go dance with Morgan. HIs mind racing trying to figure out who would have been able to leave those blossoming bruises, graciously taking the drink back from you chugging the rest of the vibrantly pink drink back. You raised your eyebrows at his actions a small smile tugging at your lips, cheering him on. Spencer rested the condensed glass back down on the table shaking his head from the cold sensation in his mouth.

"Oh, Spence. You got a little- here." Reaching up to swipe the dribbling liquid from Spencers chin a small sound resembling a whine left his parted lips, eyes roaming over your face as you came close to him.

Before you could utter any words you felt someone slide in beside you, forcing you closer to Spencer almost tumbling into his lap. The bespectacled boy reached out to catch you but someone had beaten him to it. Running his eyes up the arms wrapped around your waist locking eyes with Hotch, whose eyes were ablaze as he tugged you closer to him. You turned to face the stern man enjoying the feel of his hands on you, barely noticing you were practically sitting on his lap as an attempt to keep you away from Spencer.

"Careful there sweet girl."

"Guys! We should do this more often," Penelope shouted throwing her arms in the air, her flushed face could put a fire truck to shame. You giggled at your drunk friend who was clinging onto Morgan for dear life.

"I think it's time for us to head out. Hotch, you and sweets still coming with us?"

"Yeah, If you don't mind."

"Wait, do you- do you think you could take me as well? I wasn't expecting JJ to leave so soon already."

"Let's go pretty boy."

The walk to the car didn't seem to register in your brain, your body still mentally at the bar not noticing the car had began moving until Hotch nudged his arm against yours. Peeking up at the dark haired man whose eyes were eyeing you curiously, trying to gauge how intoxicated you were. He knew you were still sober enough to register every touch he gave you and the changes in music, protesting when Morgan put on a song that 'wasn't a vibe.'

The seating arrangement wasn't ideal in Hotch's eyes as you were placed directly in between him and Spencer, who were both fighting for your attention. He knew he couldn't get defensive yet as you hadn't chosen who you wanted. Letting out a small huff knowing he couldn't bring himself to force you to pick him if Spencer was the one you wanted.

Almost as if the gods wanted to rub it in his face, Spencer captured your attention pointing at something outside of his window. Eagerly leaning closer to the boy gawking at something outside of the car, giggles leaving your lips. Hotch saw the look Spencer had on his face as he eyed your giggling frame a bubble of laughter leaving the brunettes lips as you both leaned into one another at something you had said.

You were closer in age to Spencer.

The two of you were two of the smartest people he had ever met. Having caught the pair bonding over their endless knowledge, sometimes catching them rambling in other languages.

The kid was sweet.

Even if he was pining after the same girl he was pining after.

He could see the two of you together. Way more than he could see you and him together.

Hotch was rough.

He was like the thorns on a rose.

The gravel under your shoe.

The bark to a tree. Never allowing anyone near him.

But you...you weaseled your way in.

Without trying, your sweet smile and soft words crumbled his walls. Your joyous smile was infectious, everyone around you blossomed in a way he hadn't seen. The endless laughter you brought to the team lightened the somber mood Hotch brought wherever he went.

Light and dark.

Sweet and sour.

"Alrighty, sweets. Your stop is here." Spencer unbuckled his seatbelt opening the door about to jump out so you could get out, a grunt leaving his lips as you climbed over his lap wiggling your way out the car nearly tumbling to stone ground. Grasping onto Spencers thigh to support yourself, adjusting yourself before turning to their grinning face a silly smile gracing your lips as you bowed at your near tumble.

"Need me to walk you to the door?"

"I've got her, Spencer. Morgan you're good to go. I'll make sure to take care of her." The sound of Hotch's husky voice rumbling behind you made you twirl around, the corners of his lips turned up as he offered his arm out to you. The sound of Morgan chuckling made Hotch blush a little at how aggressive his words must have sounded, waving to the car as it drove off.

Wrapping your arm around his waist enjoying the warmth, Hotch chuckled opting to wrap his arm around your shoulders as he began trekking towards your door.  Your amazed eyes scanned the night sky surrounding you rambling about the stars you could see.

"Did you know that most stars come in pairs?"

Hotch's gaze left your moonlit face to gaze at the twinkling stars, furrowing his eyebrows as he saw them all alone.

"To our eyes, they look like they're standing in their lonesome," Mumbling into the cold air, tightening your grip on Hotch's waist. "But in reality... they have a little partner beside them. Isn't that precious? They're never alone..."

You pulled your gaze away from the twinkling stars to watch Hotch with your full attention, nibbling on your bottom lip at the sight of his dark eyes being lit up by the full moon. Tracing the outline of his face with your eyes. The stubble coming in, the sharpness of his jaw. Catching sight of your tinted gloss reflecting against the moonlight a soft giggle leaving your lips. Hotch heard your giggles and turned to face you catching you already looking at him. Your soft eyes made him soften his gaze, cupping your cheek lovingly.

Nuzzling your cold cheek into the warmth of his hand, sighing softly. "Did you know that stars don't twinkle?"

“Really?”

"Mhmm.. the light coming from the stars has to pass through the many layers of our earths turbulent atmosphere. The changes in density make it appear as if they are twinkling.."

The softest chuckle left Hotch's lips, adjusting his hold on you resting his hands around your waist as you tangled your hands on the black polo. Fiddling with the material closest to his belly button, enjoying the slight hitching of his breath your nimble hands grazing the skin beneath the material.

"They say that.. but a small part of me still thinks they do. I mean, how am I supposed to believe they don't when you look at me like that." You mumbled peering up at him through your lashes. Hotch couldn't believe how sweet and how fond you sounded speaking about him in that tone. "Your eyes twinkle every time I look into them.."

Someone as sweet as you thought so fondly of him then surely, she must see something that he can't.

"Pretty girl... I look at you like that because that's how you make me feel. I haven't felt this- this feeling ever since I looked into Jack's eyes for the first time. I don't even think I could describe it. Other than I want to feel this.. for as long as I can."

The smile on your face grew wider than Hotch thought was possible. Fingers running over the shorter hair by the nape of his neck, tilting your head as you pressed your soft lips against his. Hotch couldn't stop the moan that bubble out of his lips, moving his mouth against your hungrily. Running his tongue over your bottom lip parting your mouth slightly, enough for Hotch to slip his tongue inside and roam your mouth like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

Moaning into his mouth as he pressed you against your front door, the cold surface cooling your heated skin as you tugged at his hair wanting him closer than you possibly could.

"Hotch-"

"Aaron." He mumbled against your swollen lips, pressing another soft kiss against your mouth as he scanned your face.

"Aaron... want to go inside?" Aaron grinned at how lovely his name sounded falling from your lips, taking the keys from your shaking hands swiftly unlocking the door as he helped inside. Locking the door behind you setting the keys in the bowl by your door, setting your purse on the hooks nearby. Turning to face the living room a soft smile made its way onto his face as he eyed the room.

Hotch had seen your house countless of times. Every time he had come to pick you up before a case, you were always running late dragging him inside your house as he watched you scramble around. No matter what you had offered him a drink- well, more like you shoved a caprisun in his hands and a snack you had found in your pantry.

You've fed him apples, oranges, rice crispy treats, and once you had shoved a blueberry muffin you had just made into his mouth as you scrambled to put your shoes on. Hotch figures this was another way you weaseled your way into his heart. You respected him as your boss but you didn't stop being yourself around him. You were as bubbly around him as you were around everyone else at the bureau.

But something about being in your house after what transpired tonight, felt different. It felt very intimate to be surrounded by you. The blankets decorating your couch making it feel lived in, the candles you had scattered around made him chuckle trying to take in every detail about you as he could. His eyes stopping over a picture frame reaching down to pick it up his breath hitching as he realized who it was.

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You had never felt this stressed in your life. Fumbling for your phone as you pressed your pinned contact. The phone barely rang before a familiar voice picked up.

"Hotch?"

"Sweets? Is everything okay-"

"Have Pen ping my location. I'm approaching the killers house. I found where he's located. Come as fast as you can."

"Woah, slow down. What?"

"Hotch, please. Just-" You ran your sweaty hand down your jeans as you eyed the dark forest surrounding you, swallowing back any regret. "Hurry. I'm going to set my phone behind a tree. The barn is nearby- just go straight. Trust me. I'll be back."

The cold gun clutched in hand as you took deep breaths to regulate your heart rate, running across the large field of grass the barn coming into view. Having tossed anything that could potentially made any sort of noise somewhere in the grass, not wanting to risk giving away your position.

This had been a case 6 weeks in the making, having spent countless of hours trying to find the person behind all of these kidnappings.

His most recent victim; an 11 year old girl.

It had been a couple days, and you knew that the chances of finding her were slim but you hadn't let go of any hope. You knew what you were doing was stupid.

Beyond idiotic.

Going into a potential killers house, no backup, no one who knows where the barn is located, and potentially giving yourself up to be kidnapped as well. But you knew that you had to act now.

You had finally put together all of the clues he had given at the sites of all of his killings. The message was plain and simple.

The girl was to die at midnight on a full moon, when he felt the portal between worlds was the most vulnerable.

His past killings were trail and error, having 'figured out' what God's proper way was. Which is why going on your own was quite literally the stupidest thing you could ever do. But you couldn't allow this little girl die. Not at your hands. You might be a good profiler, but you had no idea what this man would go through to ensure his sacrifice would happen. Whether that was you or the girl, he didn't care.

You had always been light on your feet knowing the weakest points in the grass, never walking heel to toe when you were sneaking. Always toe to heel. Making you an amazing sleuth unlike Morgan's heavy steps, clutching your gun even tighter as you walked around the barn trying to seek a way in.

The barn smelled of smoke and horse manure, crinkling your nose at the smell. Just as you began to rise to peek into a nearby window you heard a girl scream at the top of her lungs. Perking your head up recognizing the sound of the trees echoing her scream back to you, meaning she was no longer in the house.

Changing your walk to a faster slink brushing by the barn and further into where the animals were located outside. Keeping low to the ground scanning your surroundings, almost dropping your gun at the sight before you.

All you could see was the sight of the killer with his hands holding a 10 inch dagger. Your eyes frantically looking for the girl, letting out a sigh of relief as you saw her. But that relief was short lived as you noticed the blood coating every inch of her body. Her tear streaked face broke a part of you as you tightened your grip on your gun, rising from your position on the floor.

"I see you, my troubled child."

The sound of his greasy voice made your jaw tighten making yourself known to him. He only cackled at the sight of you turning to you with open arms, his entire body out for you to see. The only thing covering him was a barely white gown that he didn't bother to tie, his chest covered in blood and grime. Tilting his head at you with a bewildered look in his eyes twirling the dagger in his hand.

"Drop your weapon-"

"Silence!"

You clicked your teeth with your tongue eyeing the deranged man, taking a step closer to him in hopes of getting him to take the bait.

"You have no right to speak to me. I am- I am your God."

"You spoke to me first, Messiah. Now- you will do as I say. You will drop your weapon, step away from the child-"

"All you people do is beg. And beg. And beg! What about what I want?! Huh?! I want to be able to sit around on my ass all day and ask the big man to make miracles.”

A beat.

"Stand before me and confess."

"I have no sins to confess to-"

"EVERYBODY. Including you... has sins. Now confess. Or I will not hesitate to smite you with my all mighty power."

Clearly this man was on another level that you had thought. He was actually convinced he was God. Having to try a different approach, clearing your throat removing your finger off the trigger flicking the safety on raising your hands up as a sign of defeat.

"Surrender your heart to God, turn to him in prayer, and give up your sins."

A wicked smile creeped up on his face," Even those you do in secret. Then you won't be ashamed. What will you be my child?"

"You will be confident and fearless."

The man seemed to calm down a bit at the sight taking a couple tentative steps towards you. You tossed your gun to the side never removing your eyes off of him. His greasy hair glistened in the moonlight grabbing a hold of your arm. His shaky fingers reached with the blade to caress your forearm the shiny metal glinting up at you. Before you could process what was happening he had dragged the knife across your bicep.

A hiss left your lips feeling the blade slice at the different layers of skin and muscle, the warmth of your blood trickling down your arm in a rush. Coating his arm in his crimson blood, his fingers pressing into your arm forcing more blood out tugging you towards a replica of what you could assume was a cross. Forcing yourself to ignore the sensation of your arm going numb focusing on helping the girl before you.

It looked like he put a lot of work into it, crafting it to look exactly like the cross Jesus was hung on. Your eyes flickered over to the girl the sight of her broke your heart. Her hands were tied with rope to the cross, thankfully he hadn't gotten to the nailing process yet. But he had gotten to the whipping. Her poor body was covered in what you could assume was a hundred lashings, her poor head hung in defeat. Every lashing looked like it had begun to scab and then reopened over and over. You swore on everything you would ensure this man rotted in hell for all eternity, clenching your hands in fists beside you. 

"Now was that so hard my child... come. Sit. I need you to watch me do God's work. You will see history happen before your very eyes,"

"Sir?"

"Yes, my child-" You did not hesitate to kick the dagger out of his hand,  punching him across the face sending the man tumbling. Reaching to your ankle where you grabbed your smaller hand gun holding it over the man whose face was staring at you with a newfound hatred. Not hesitating to pull on the trigger, the ringing echoing across the barn sending the animals scurrying away.  

Your hands grabbed your handcuffs from behind you latching them onto his free hand and attaching it to fence behind you. Ripping off a piece of your shirt off leaving your torso exposed, tying the fabric over the blood to cut off circulation in hopes to lessen the bleeding.

The groans coming from the man sounded like heaven to your ears, kicking his leg walking over to the girl. Pulling your knife out from your back pocket cutting her free from the rope her body slumping against yours, whispering sweet nothings into her blonde hair.

"It's okay baby. I got you sweet girl... you're safe." By now you had finally taken notice of the blue and red lights peeking out from in front of the barn, holding the girl close to your chest. Not paying any mind to the mud coating you as you laid against the fence opposite the killer, shielding her face with your warm arms. "You're okay, Sam..."

The sound of your friends footsteps approaching brought you an immense relief, resting your head on the fence the cold air finally hitting you. Fluttering your eyes open as you heard footsteps stopping right before you, locking eyes with a familiar pair of dark brown eyes who were relieved to see you were responsive.

Elle and Spencer worked on trying to remove Samantha from you, the blonde girl clinging to Elle using Spencer to help hold her up as they walked her to the ambulance out front. Hotch tried to find the source of your bleeding hoisting you up before he reached down and picked you up bridal style. Your head resting on his chest as you inhaled his soft scent.

Hotch hurried to rush you to the ambulance, knowing you had lost a good amount of blood resting you on a stretcher allowing the professionals to take a look at you. He turned around to try and grab Gideons attention, your hand grasping his eyes snapping over to look at your doe eyes.

"Please... stay."

"I will. I promise." 

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"She was my first save."

"I remember... you had me scared shitless you know. Hearing that gunshot on the phone, I had never sped so fast before in my life. I was screaming at everyone to hurry up, I couldn't bare the thought of losing you." Hotch confessed, running his thumb over the glass setting the wooden frame down. He looked over at you noting the look on your face, reaching over to cup your face snapping you out of your thoughts.

"How about we get some rest, hmm?"

You nodded at his words, kicking your shoes off by the front door motioning for Hotch to do the same. He chuckled gently setting his shoes besides your heels, following behind you as you led him towards your room. Admiring the decorations you had even decorating your hallway, the door at the end of the hall seeming more scary the closer you got to it.

"I-I haven't cleaned my room in a bit. Please ignore the mess on the floor, I could not find anything good to wear tonight."

Aaron just shook his head at your comment, resting his hand on the small of your back. “I am not one to judge, I promise.”

“You say that now,” You mumbled under your breath as you opened your bedroom door flicking the light on.

Your room was about the cutest thing Hotch had ever seen. There was something so simple yet so intricate about your room. Everything in the room looked so lived in and loved. He could see all of your cozy spots, a ledge by your window covered in pillows. Another was a giant bean bag closest to his left tucked into the corner, another blanket adorning the brown fluffy bag.

“You got a lot of blankets.”

“Stop,” Covering your face as the blood rushed to your cheeks, “you said you wouldn’t make fun.”

“I’m not! I’m just stating an observation,” He chuckled, closing your bedroom door behind you. He eyed all of the warm fairy lights strewn across your bookshelf that was overflowing with books that looked worn.

Your bed was the comfiest looking thing in your entire room. It was covered in the puffiest white comforter he had ever seen, another forest green blanked adorning the bottom half of the bed.

Kicking the clothes you had discarded earlier in the night closer to your closet doors.

“Do you need clothes to change into?”

“Do you have clothes that fit me?” Hotch murmured closing the distance between you, wrapping his arms around your waist eliciting a giggle from you.

“I have a lot of the guys clothes here- don’t ask. But, I’m sure Morgan’s clothes would fit you. You wear a medium- medium large right?”

“How do you know?”

“I have my ways,” You winked pressing a soft kiss on his smiling lips, making your way over to your dresser that held both Morgan and Spencer’s clothes. Tugging out a simple black t-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts, spinning in your heel to face the dark haired man who was messing with a plant you had hanging by your closet.

“Will these do?”

“I would have been fine sleeping in nothing-“

You fake tossed the clothes behind you a cheeky grin gracing your lips. Hotch let a laugh slip handing him the clothes.

“I’m going to change and take my makeup off. I also have an extra toothbrush.”

“Thank god, I did not want to kiss you with this alcohol breath anymore.”

“I couldn’t taste you too much, I was too focused on your tongue in my mouth.” You teased sending a wink his way, closing the bathroom door behind you. You scrambled to remove your dress. Changing into a comfortable pair of panties tugging on an oversized T-shir that you were pretty sure was Spencer’s but you paid no mind. Removing your makeup and brushing your teeth as quickly as you could to make your way back out and finally go to sleep.

You cracked the door open to find Hotch sitting on your desk chair, messing with a fidget toy he found on your desk. You pouted at how good he looked in casual attire, making your way out locking eyes with the man whose eyes trailed down to your exposed legs.

“You could have laid down in my bed, honey.” The nicknamed slipped out before you could register it, a light pink dusting his cheeks as you walked over to him resting in between his legs. He ran his hands over your thighs, peering up at you pressing a soft kiss to your clothed stomach. Running your fingers through his hair, scratching at the skin softly. “You’re so pretty..”

“That’s all you sweet girl.” Hotch mumbled his voice dripping with honey as he tried to take all of you in dressed in such cozy attire. Wanting to be able to come home to you in this state every night. “Come.. let’s get some rest.”

"Will you promise to be here when I wake up?"

"Of course, I will."

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a/n: i posted this aaron version! im posting another part that could be read as a stand alone but will be a follow up to this. i hope yall enjoy lovelies <3

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Reader putting on nail polish and not being able to paint their right hand because they're righthanded and Hotch offering help (I feel like he'd either be very precise or completely fuck up)

everything about this request hinted at domestic boyfriend!hotch but my brain always always always goes coworkers to lovers mutual pining bau!reader so we're doing that <3

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You'd pointedly waited until after the jet had cleared turbulence before you pulled your nail polish out of your bag, not wanting to spill lacquer all over the table. You'd gotten an 'ooh' from JJ at the color, a soft pink that called 'nearly nude', but no one seemed to pay you much attention otherwise, letting you do your own thing.

Your first hand was easy enough. You painted your non-dominant, the polish smoothing on in clear, neat strokes. The result was rather pleasing, and you puffed up with pride until you realized that you'd have to switch hands now, and paint your dominant one.

Well, at least one hand would look good.

The handle of the brush felt awkward between your fingers, painting no longer a trained course of action like it had been in your other hand. Your fingers were shaking slightly as you folded your fingers in on themselves, bracing your thumb against your pointer. Your tongue poked out from between your lips as you concentrated, but just before you could make contact with your nail a voice stopped you.

"Y/L/N," Hotch piped up from the seat across from you, "Would you like some help?"

Everyone's eyes were on you. JJ was being somewhat subtle, peering at you from behind her book with wide eyes, but Morgan and Prentiss ditched etiquette, standing up from across the jet to peer at what was happening. You looked up at Hotch with raised eyebrows, a questioning glint in your eyes, "With.. with my nail polish?"

"Yes." He nodded, "Your hand is shaking."

You wordlessly handed him the brush, watching in mixed fascination and adoration as your surly unit chief took your hand, his large fingers curling around your own. You let your hand go limp in his grasp and he adjusted it to his liking, his eyes laser focused on your pinky nail.

He started in, slow and steady with the brush, the paint coating your nail perfectly. The next nail wasn't as small, of course, so he had to use two strokes, but it came out looking just as pristine as the first one. His own nails weren't long, but when some of the paint bled into your cuticle, he scraped it off perfectly.

"You're good at this." You broke the silent reverie that had fallen over the plane while everyone held their breath. The sight of Hotch giving you a manicure was certainly not one they'd expected to see, and each of them were handling it differently. Some stared, some gawked, some pretended not to notice, but everyone was surprised.

"I used to have to paint my own with topcoat." He admitted casually, "They were splitting and it looked terrible. I suppose old habits just die hard."

Suddenly, the image of your grumpy boss sitting alone in his office after hours painting his nails was all that your brain could conjure. It was equally endearing as it was amusing, both reactions combining to spread a smile over your face.

Apparently your expression wasn't subtle, because Hotch glanced up, amusement shining in his own eyes.

"What, Y/L/N? Are you making fun of me for painting my nails?"

"No!'" You insisted, and he squeezed your thumb slightly in retaliation, "I just wouldn't have guessed that about you."

He sent you the ghost of a smile, his lips upturned ever so slightly to let you know he was okay with your lighthearted teasing. He finished painting your thumb, letting go (to your unexpected chagrin) and the result was better than the hand that you'd painted.

"I'm gonna come to you with all of my manicure needs," You inspected your dominant hand, awestruck at Hotch's precision, "I feel like I should pay you for this."

"I wouldn't mind a tip," He joked, rifling through his bag, "But I'm not done yet."

"You're not?" You watched him confusedly as he dug through his belongings, finally understanding when he pulled out a small bottle of clear paint.

"I knew I still had it." He set it on the table as he turned to zip up his bag, "Now, one coat or two?"