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I posted a little thing I wrote in March 2025 for the Chicago Times universe and never finished. Hotch allergic to cats and lesbian Emily...that's it, that's the story. (the WIP title is: Director Hotchner and the Pussy of Doom so...) lol I'm out of practice but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Thankfully I have over 100 WIPS sitting and waiting for my attention.
D-, not my thing. It narrowly avoids being an F just because very rarely I will read one. But it depends on the pairing, the author, and the fact that I only like my HS AUs seriously fucked up. Like, they need to be covering up murders and having hormone-driven sex they don't understand with people who aren't good for them and falling in love despite all that. I hate fluffy OOC AUs of any sort, and school-age ones more than most. (I have one Hotchgan AU that lives in my daydreams where Hotch is in law school in DC and Morgan is in undergrad and comes by for a football game and they're in love, but it can't go anywhere, they can't be anything to each other, and they fall apart - they lose each other for years, until Morgan joins the BAU.)
A+, delicious. I'm (hopefully) guaranteed my happy ending because they're both pining, but there's all this glorious internal angst to wade through first. This works for me with any pairing.
C? B-? I don't mind it, and I like "undercover as a couple combined with mutual pining," but I can't say I seek it out. Also works with hurt/comfort, if one is undercover and the other is on the comms.
Definitely C. I'm sure it can be good, but frequently it feels forced and most of my favorite pairings are grown-ass men who hopefully can manage to share a bed with someone they're attracted to and admire without jumping their bones. It works better for me if they used to date and so there's a nice helping of angst for what once was and might never be again.
B or C, I guess. I'm assuming this means like Dom/Sub and not like teacher/student or boss/employee (F, nope, thank you on that one, really not big on workplace power dynamics even reversed). I enjoy a good BDSMverse, but I'm very picky about who I see as in character for which role, and for how it's handled.
Couldn't fit ficlets in here without making this too long, but there's some beautiful options there with one or both of them undercover (I wrote a tiny thing with them undercover and dancing once) and I think they're always pining for each other in every universe.
A+! Listen, I love a happy ending, but I want it to feel earned, like a hot chocolate after hours out in the wintry cold. Putting the character in situations (external or internal hurt) and then having someone hold them through it is probably one out of the two tropes I go hunting for most. (It also combines very well with other tropes. With everything.)
It's also so very Hotchgan, frequently Morgan comforting Hotch (through the arson case, divorce, getting blown up in NY, Foyet, Haley's death, etc.). Since we don't see it in the other direction as often and I just rewatched "The Perfect Storm" (2x3), here's a brief moment in the other direction:
Aaron hears the commotion and sprints toward it, already shouting Derek's name. He leaves the car door open and disregards the fact that his suit is sticking to his skin in the Florida heat.
Derek's fine, of course. He's already got the suspect on the ground, and his only visible discomfort is the sweat dripping down his face. But Aaron sees the baseball bat on the ground. He sees the way Derek winces just a little as he twists to his feet.
"You couldn't have waited?" he asks lightly, because they're surrounded by cops and there's a potential murderer on the ground and he once tried to take Derek to the ER for scans in the middle of an investigation and it had gone ... poorly. Jason occasionally gets a fond look in his eyes and reminisces about "that time Morgan offered to put you in the ER, Hotch, you remember that?"
So Aaron does what Derek didn't. He waits. He takes Derek with him to check out suspects. He doesn't ask anyone at the precinct for an ice pack, or the location of their nearest emergency room. He doesn't say any of the things he's thinking about bruised or fractured ribs when Derek carries the victim out of the cabin.
Then they catch the unsubs. They save the girl. Aaron quietly tells Jason to schedule their flight home for the next morning. He angles Derek toward one of the borrowed sedans and drives off before anyone else can climb in.
"I'm fine," Derek insists preemptively. Aaron hums, politely incredulous just like his mother taught him, etiquette before everything else. "Okay," Derek confesses, "so he got me with the bat. Got one good kick to my ribs." Aaron keeps his face smooth. He hadn't known it wasn't the bat for that second hit. He's glad he got Garcia to send him a map of local places with x-ray machines. "They're just bruised, Hotch. I'm fine."
"Humor me," Aaron replies. Derek rolls his eyes and grumbles and complains about the lack of good music on the radio as he flips through stations too quickly to catch a single song, but he slouches down into the chair. He takes the ice pack Aaron pilfered from the precinct freezer and presses it to his ribs without pretending that they don't ache. He lets Aaron change the station to something soft, lowers his chair and closes his eyes.
He's fine, Aaron thinks, and--for the first time since sprinting through the trailer park earlier that day--he thinks it might be true.
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have i written anything good recently? or anything really at all? no.
but i did delete the chicago times series and redo it because i needed to remove a co-creator and ao3 doesn't let you just do that even if the story they worked on with you is gone and the series belongs to you. sooo...all that said...i'm sorry to the 50+ of you who had that series bookmarked. i had to torch it, and along with that went all the amazingly sweet bookmark comments and everything. but the series is back on ao3 now and if you want to bookmark it again, thank you. lesson learned!
the chicago times (same old stories, hopefully the right order, shiny new series link.)
Aaron asked Spencer and Derek to surprise him. And “surprise him” they did.
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"Fu- Fuck!" Aaron screamed, thick strands of cum erupting from his cock. Whimpers soon rose in volume, as Spencer kept the vibrator on his shaft, and the prostate massager inside of him.
"What? Too much?" Spencer snickered, eyeing his lover with an amused expression.
"Please, please-" Aaron cried out, shaking his head left and right on the pillow, arching his back.
Despite the overstimulation, his body seemed to seek for more of those vibrations, and Aaron was taken aback at the realization he was actually enjoying it.
When Spencer had offered to tie each of his limbs to opposite sides of the bed and work him past his limit, Aaron had seemed dubious by the prospect of being tied up.
Thanks to their job, not one person on the team had a good track record with it.
That was until Spencer showed him how easy the knots were to undo from his position, and showed him the toys he intended on using.
Aaron couldn't say no to that.
"Daddy, please- Oh God-" Aaron moaned, throwing his head back on the pillows, mouth left open in bliss.
He has no idea how long Spencer kept him like this, he knows he stopped counting his orgasms.
Despite how soft he was right now, he felt yet another orgasm build, the feeling growing in intensity the more Spencer moved the vibrator up and down his shaft.
A string of moans mixed with profanities came out of his mouth as Spencer slowly inched the vibrator towards hit tip, settling it on his frenulum.
A spot Aaron had discovered to be incredible to play with.
The prostate massager sending deep shocks from his prostate to the rest of his body only heightened the feeling further, but just before the vibrator was pressed against its designated spot, right before Aaron could see that white, blissful light, the toys were turned off.
Aaron looked up with wide eyes, hair a mess and sweat covering his flushed skin, not able to find his voice to ask what had happened.
"I think you came enough for the day" Spencer commented, moving the vibrator away. "Besides, I'm getting hungry" he added, smirking.
Aaron watched as Spencer walked out of the room, a strangled sound coming from his throat, as he clenched around the toy still inside of him.
The motion proved useless, Aaron was unable to give himself the last push he needed to orgasm.
He whined pitifully, throwing his head back on the pillows while shutting his eyes.
The worst part was that, despite the denial Spencer has forced on him, Aaron could feel how the action had left him soaking in pleasure.
He whined again, the toy close enough to his sweet spot to tease, not enough to give.
Aaron doesn't know how long it's been, his brows furrowed at the constant pressure against his prostate, strong enough to keep him on edge, yet not enough for him to feel any real pleasure from it.
His eyes shot to his bedroom door, breath caught in his throat, when he heard it open.
"Look at you" Derek breathed out, staring at his naked body. Aaron felt his heart, and cock, throb pleasantly seeing the other man.
A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as he realized Spencer was behind him, grinning in satisfaction.
"You told us to surprise you, didn't you?" the genius smirked, both men walking to the feet of the bed.
Aaron gave a weak nod, a strangled sound coming from his throat as he glanced at the bulges inside the men's pants. And God, those bulges looked delicious.
"I- I don't know if I-" Aaron stammered, breath itching.
"Sure you can go some more" Spencer interrupted, now sat near his head, giving a gentle pull to his hair. "You want to make us happy, don't you?" he added, pulling a little harder.
"Yes, yes I do-" Aaron quickly hurried to answer, his legs pulling at his bindings.
"You are soaking wet, pretty girl" Derek mused, settling between his legs.
He started gently kissing his shaft, slowly removing the toy from inside of him. Aaron threw his head back, letting out a soft, content moan. He whined when the toy was pulled out, and Derek stopped his kisses.
"You want to feel good, sweetheart?" Derek asked, caressing where the thigh met the hip, Aaron watching the gentle strokes with adoration.
"Yes- God, yes-" he nodded as fast as his weak body allowed him to.
"What a whore" Spencer huffed a laughter. "I've spent all morning making him feel good with toys, didn't do anything for my hard on, and you want more?" he looked at the older man with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I need it so bad-" Aaron turned to him, tears in his eyes.
"Of course you do, you're a little cock-slut after all, aren't you?" Spencer chuckled, leaning back a little.
"Yes, yes I am" Aaron readily agreed, moaning softly when Derek began stroking his cock slowly.
"Would you like to ride me, princess? Make both of us feel good?" Derek asked gently, Aaron's head snapping to him as the man nodded. Derek laughed softly, pulling his hand away to undo the bindings Aaron was still in.
As he began pulling off his clothes, he left Spencer to undo the ropes tying his wrists, soon plopping back on the mattress, his back hitting the soft surface.
"Don't embarrass me" Spencer whispered in the older's ear, Aaron's breath caught in his throat as he nodded, the younger forcefully sitting him on Derek's lap, the latter barely able to lube himself up.
"Be nice to her" Derek looked at Spencer, as his thumbs traced soft circles on Aaron's hips. Spencer groaned, but chose not to say anything, rather lay back behind Aaron, watching as Derek helped the older man line himself up with his cock. "Ready, pretty girl?" the dark skinned man asked.
Rather than use his words, Aaron lowered himself down, throwing his head back in a loud moan as his hole was breached by the size, Derek groaning at the sudden squeeze.
"Fuck, honey, your pussy's still so tight" he grunted in satisfaction.
Aaron's legs felt weak, the man unable to hold his weight up for a slow insertion, falling down on the cock inside of him. A scream of pleasure was ripped from his throat, as Derek's hold on his hips tightened.
"Careful, pretty thing. You need to feel good, remember?" Derek warned, watching Aaron carefully.
"Y-Yes, sir" Aaron panted, feeling himself tighten around the size in him.
Despite his tiredness, the stretch had him feel warm inside, Aaron not wasting a second to move his hips, already setting a rough pace on himself.
"Easy, easy" Derek chastised between groans. "Up and down, slowly" he continued, grabbing Aaron's hips firmly, helping him to a slower pace.
"God-" Aaron moaned, hands on Derek's shoulders as he slowly rode the other man. "It's so big-" he said contently, bending down to kiss his lover, the two making out as Aaron kept the gentle yet firm pace Derek had chosen for them.
Their kiss was interrupted when Aaron felt something else begin to press against his hole. He turned quickly, realizing that in the time Derek and him where making out, Spencer had gotten undressed, and was now right behind him.
"Since you couldn't wait to jump his bones, you probably want this little hole to get more, don't you?" the genius smiled, pressing against Aaron.
The older let out a sound between a moan and a scream, his hands tightening on the sheets as he felt the second tip breach him.
"Daddy-" he gasped, cut off by another moan as Spencer kept pushing inside.
Aaron's head was spinning. The stretch hurt, he should hate it. Should hate how uncaring Spencer seemed. But the more Spencer inserted himself, the warmer his belly grew.
"Baby girl" Derek called out gently, his right hand softly caressing Aaron's cheek.
Aaron barely registered the voice, voice caught in his throat. The more Spencer pushed, the stronger that feeling inside of him grew. And when he felt Spencer bottom out inside of him, felt fuller than he had ever felt, he couldn't stop his orgasm.
Spurts of cum erupted from him, some hitting Derek's face, others his chest, as he tried to close his legs, Derek's middle making it impossible.
"I knew you were a cock hungry slut. Why else would you ask for both of us to fuck you?" Spencer murmured in his ear, as Aaron was still trying to catch his breath.
"I-" the older tried to speak, Spencer choosing that second to move. "Fuck-" Aaron moaned.
While he started slow, Spencer picked up to a brutal pace right away, one hand holding on Aaron's shoulder tightly. Aaron started screaming profanities and moans right away, voice rising as Derek started moving slower from under him.
"You are taking us so well pretty girl, you're doing so good" Derek praised, the only indication Aaron had heard him being his hole clenching around both cocks.
"He's too far gone for words, he only understands actions" Spencer grunted, spanking Aaron harshly to point his statement.
Aaron yelped, brain scrambled from how differently his lovers were making him feel. He loved Derek's soft strokes against his prostate, the man trying to give them both pleasure, and he loved how Spencer was chasing after his own pleasure, and nothing else.
"Daddy- Ah-" Aaron moaned loudly, now overwhelmed. His cock was soft, wouldn't be able to get hard again no matter how hard he tried, and he could have never imagined feeling so good from it.
He had never even considered stroking himself further after finishing before he started whatever this was with Spencer, but now…
"This is such a great whole to use- God, you're such a slut- Take it, take it all you whore-" Spencer groaned, spanking him again.
"God, princess, you're addictive- You feel incredible, you're being so good to us pretty girl-" Derek grunted, his movements growing erratic, Spencer soon following.
"Fill me up, please- God- Breed me, breed-" Aaron blabbed, too out of it to even realize what he was saying.
Both men suddenly came to a halt, both pushing as deep as they could inside their lover. Aaron felt their cum being pumped deep inside of him, filling him up with so much warmth and pleasure, Derek's hold tight on his hips, as was Spencer's on his shoulder and ass.
Aaron has no idea what happened, or how, but as both started cumming inside of him, a high pitched moan was ripped from his throat, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, his back arching and body going rigid, as a clear liquid suddenly shot out from his dick.
His whole body was shaking as he clenched harder around the two men, milking more cum from their cocks, filling himself even further.
The next thing he knows is that he is waking up, sandwiched between two warm bodies. His head was laid on Derek's chest, the man caressing the small of his back, while Spencer laid behind him, softly caressing his still damp hair.
"What happened?" the older groggily asked, blinking slowly but refusing to move from the comfortable position.
"To everyone's surprise, you squirted, then passed out" Spencer replied, gently kissing his head.
"Out like a light" Derek hummed, clearly amused.
"I- What?" Aaron asked, slightly turning towards the genius.
"You caught us completely off guard. You went rigid and started shooting, then fell on Derek. Had me scared we had killed you for a second" Spencer confirmed, chuckling lightly.
"You sure I didn't piss myself? I doubt men can squirt" the older pointed out.
"I can assure you, it wasn't pee" Derek's chest rumbled as he laughed while answering.
"And, albeit rarely, men can squirt. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thrilled knowing you're one of those men" Spencer added, suddenly sounding sheepish.
"How do you go from such a dominant guy to a shy nerd in a matter of minutes?" Derek asked, incredulous.
"How do you go from a macho man to a softie in even less?" Spencer shot back, clearly amused.
"Hey, I am soft" Derek defended, a smile evident in his voice.
"I help Aaron with the budget reports. Furniture and doors would dissent" the genius pointed out, yelping when Derek managed to give his head a playful smack.
Aaron burst out laughing, caught off guard by the two's sudden fight.
"I'm laying between the two of you, still sweaty, sleepy, and with both of you's cum leaking out of me, enjoying the post-orgasm haze, and you're fighting?" he questioned between laughter, the other two soon following.
"Derek started it" Spencer spoke up.
"And Spencer is a little bitch" Derek replied, both flipping each other off simultaneously as Aaron's laugh grew in volume.
"Alright, alright" the older finally manage to calm down his laughter. "What time is it?" he then asked.
"Almost dinner time" Derek replied, still smiling.
"The fridge has an entire cake for you" Spencer helpfully added, Aaron turning to look at him with nothing but adoration. "But we have to shower first" the genius added.
"What if I have no problem being dirty with sweat and semen?" Aaron challenged.
"You do you, but I can't stand it" Spencer replied, looking horrified at the thought of staying sweaty any longer.
"Squirting felt incredible, by the way" Aaron spoke up, all three having showered, now huddled on the couch watching TV, as the older happily enjoyed his cake and the sweet tea that came with it. "I need to experience it again. And maybe some more" he continued, licking his spoon absentmindedly, trying to put himself back into that moment of bliss.
"I love that thought. Yes, absolutely yes" Derek readily agreed, staring at how Aaron was licking his spoon.
"Keep licking that thing like that and you might get your wish sooner than you think" Spencer voiced the other's thought.
"I am still in my 50's" Aaron looked down, putting the spoon down while his cheeks reddened in color, prompting a laugh from both men.
"I really am glad we did what we did in my office back then" Aaron quietly said, getting more comfortable between the two. "The sex, and now this… It's great. I love it" he added in a soft voice, before he closed his eyes.
Derek and Spencer exchanged a glance, smiling to one another, looking down at a now sleeping Aaron with fondness. They huddled closer, both closing their eyes as well.
They were glad, too.
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