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Stay Away From My Son
A/N: Being the longtime lover of Criminal Minds I am,, I’m making a full fic from a TikTok scene I made lol I had this whole big scenario in mind for it so I decided I’d expand on it here. Have some Team Dad!Hotch and Team Son/Little Brother!Spencer
disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or it’s characters, they belong to Jeff Davis
Characters: Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Jennifer “JJ” Jereau, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, Original Male Character(s)
WARNINGS: groping, grinding, spicy content(not smut)(lime? maybe?), weapons, swearing, probably bad writing, attempted present tense(not what I’m used to but I’ll try ;-;)
As much as Hotch didn’t like- no, detested sending one of his own into danger without proper protection, it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t even send Reid in there with a gun, he’ll have to rely on the younger’s acting skills to keep him safe. They’d figured out the Unsub’s identity and got all the evidence they need to convict him and his current location, which also happens to be his hunting ground. He works at a gay nightclub as a bartender, a job that wouldn’t make it suspicious if he flirted with the patrons.
His type is Twinks, especially first timers that fell for his charms and would willingly follow him out back where he would have sex with them before drugging them and taking them to his place, an apartment above the club. Now, to lure him out to avoid putting civilians in danger and as to not scare them, they sent Reid in undercover.
Spencer, in a brightly colored, loose fitting crop top with very short jean shorts the rest of his legs in fishnet and chunky heeled combat boots, light makeup on his eyes and glittery cheeks makes his way into the club. Garcia has their computers queued up with the security feed inside the club, All their eyes trained on Reid and Lukas Mertins, their Unsub. Spencer makes his way through the crowd, blending in and letting the larger men grab on his hips and rub up on him, the other smaller-statured men dancing up against him as a show for the others. Finally, he makes it to the bar and sits down, panting and excitedly and nervously looking back at the crowds, fitting into his role perfectly.
Lukas takes the bait instantly and looks Spencer up and down like a Lion about to pounce on an injured Gazelle. He slides his way to Spencer, startling him with an introduction.
“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around. Newcomer?” He asks, deepening his voice as to be alluring.
“Oh, yea! I just moved here from Wyoming!” He yells over the booming music, “I’m Callum!” He sends a charming grin to the man.
“What’s your poison? Gin? Tequila? No, you strike me as a Sex on The Beach kind of guy!” Lukas sends a wink at Spencer, confidence radiating off of him.
“How’d you know?” Spencer grins back at him with that amused surprise Lukas was expecting.
“Little bartenders’ secret, cutie, maybe I’ll teach you some time,” he speaks as he begins making the drink, when he notices Spencer taking out his wallet, “oh, no! You put that away! First timer’s get their first drink on the house!”
“Really? Are you sure?” The easy conversation continues on before another twink runs up and all but drags Spencer back to the dance floor as if they knew each other forever. Lukas keeps his eyes on “Callum” the whole time, clearly taking the shine to him that everyone had hoped(and dreaded).
Spencer makes his way back to the bar, giggling and panting as he returns to his flirtatious conversations with the Unsub.
“Hey, Callum, do you wanna get outta here? My shift just ended.” Lukas leans in close to say the words directly into Spencer’s ear.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Spencer sends a lustful smile at him, his lip between his teeth. Smirking, Lukas jerks his head to gesture Spencer to follow him to the back which lead to the alleyway.
Before they even cross the door’s threshold, Lukas has his lips against Spencer’s, his tongue damn near down his throat. As he gets them out the door, the loud slam resonating through the speaker, his hands are firmly gripping Spencer’s ass, kneading and landing the occasional slap.
Spencer’s hands are lost in Lukas’ hair as the larger man backs him up against the brick wall. Patting his ass, Lukas gets Spencer to jump and wrap his legs around his waist. Holding Spencer up with his own body and the legs around his waist, he begins grinding against him, moving to attach his lips to the brunette’s neck.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so fuckin’ good,” his hand slides up Spencer’s body and plays with his nipple, coaxing moans from the twink in his arms.
“Lukas Mertins! FBI! Get on the ground with your hands behind your head!” Hotch yells at the man, all too eagerly as the team notices. The blonde immediately drops Spencer though he doesn’t let him get away. Mertins wraps his arm around his neck, holding him flush against his body, pulling a pocket knife from his slacks and presses it tightly against Spencer’s throat in retaliation to the guns aimed at him with 5 accompanying death glares.
“I don’t fuckin’ think so. You back the fuck off or I’m taking this slut out.” He hisses out and glares directly at Hotch.
“Hang on there, Reid.” Morgan calls out to said agent when he sees the flash of panic that appears for no more than a few seconds.
“Let him go, Mertins. You’re not getting out of this.” Hotch all but growls out, sending quick glances at Spencer to ensure he’s alright.
“I beg to differ-” Before he could finish, Hotch fires a shot into his shoulder, making him drop the knife and release Reid to cradle his injury as he stumbled to the ground, grunting and growling in rage.
“Then beg.” Hotch snarls, grabbing the jacket they had grabbed for Reid and hurrying to put it around his shoulders, Prentiss coming forward to pull him into her side both for warmth and a sense of protection, while Morgan happily forces Mertins’ arms behind his back. If he accidentally tugs just a bit too hard on the arm Hotch shot, then no one mentions it. Nor do they mention if he just so happens to grab onto the same shoulder to bring him to his feet.
“Least you can do is have the twink suck me off.” He sneers, nodding at Reid.
“That what you think he is? Some twink?” Hotch squints challengingly at the man, daring him to go on.
“He gave me blue balls.” With that, his glare is directed at Reid who only barely shows any of his discomfort, though enough to have Hotch pissed at the man before him.
“Did he?” He feigns surprise and sympathy as he slowly takes the 3 steps forward. Suddenly, in a flash of barely a second, his knee rises to meet Mertins’ crotch, a deep grimace returning as the Unsub groans and collapses to his knees as he curls in on himself. “Now they’re black and blue balls.”
The whole team says nothing as they watch the scene and make not a move to intervene, though some are wearing smirks at Hotch’s display of protectiveness.
“And you say you’re not the dad.” Prentiss, still with a slightly shivering Reid in her arms, teases. Hotch glances back at her, a glare with no heat behind it playing on his features, though he says nothing.
No one says a word but they all notice his lack of denial.
Emily leaves Spencer with a quick squeeze as she goes to take Mertins from Morgan when they begin to head back to the vehicles.
“Hey, you okay, kid?” Derek asks, pulling Spencer into his side for side hug for comfort and to provide some warmth.
“Yea, or well, I will be. Once I can brush my teeth.” Spencer’s answer prompts a chuckle from most of the team and a soft grin from Hotch, who’s just relieved Spencer is alright.
“That was impressive, you know. I don’t know many people who could keep their cool in a situation like that.” Dave smiles at him and gently touches his shoulder as he passes to one of the SUVs.
“He’s right, Spence, that was really brave.” JJ offers gently, a smile on her face she usually reserves for her sons.
“Bravest twink I ever met,” Emily teases, a playful and kind smile on her lips that Spencer can’t resist returning.
Once everyone gathers into their respective SUVs, they begin the drive back to the station to firstly get Spencer back into his own clothes and to pack up to head home. Hotch takes to sitting in the back with Spencer as Emily drives, holding Spencer as he’s still shivering; as well as for his own peace of mind to ensure he’s safe, not that he’ll admit that out loud.
“That was impressive, you did very well,” Hotch sends a small, proud smile to him, though it soon turns to slight worry, “are you okay, though? That was a lot.” Spencer smiles at the concern, really seeing his “Dad Mode” as the team calls it.
“I’m okay. I’ll be much more comfortable in clothes with more coverage and some mouthwash, but I’m alright, right now.” Nearly the moment he finishes his sentence Emily’s phone blares to life, flashing with Penelope’s contact.
“Hey, what’s up, Garcia?” Emily announces into the phone, signaling she’s on speaker.
“Oh my sweet Boy Wonder! How are you?! Are you okay?! That was amazing! I didn’t know you could move like that! I’m definitely taking you the next time I go dancing! Please tell me someone punched that guy in the dick! Did he hurt you?! Be ready for a hug the moment you get back!!” She rushes, hardly taking a breath between sentences, making Emily and Spencer laugh and Hotch lightly chuckle with a fond smile.
“I’m alright, I promise. We’ll see about that dancing. Don’t worry, his genitals did not leave unscathed. And I’m looking forward to it, Penelope.” Spencer stays grinning throughout his update.
“Good! And, see, this is why I’m not in the field! No one messes with my Beautiful Boy Wonder! He wouldn’t be walking away at all if I was there!” She lets out her mini rant, adding in more bits of her protectiveness of him, in particular of the team, before she eventually hangs up.
They get back to the station, wrap everything up, get Spencer back into his own clothes, and bid adieu to the local enforcement and climb on the jet.
Spencer’s still low body temperature is making him tired, which he tries to explain the science behind as he’s floating in and out of consciousness. Hotch, who’s sitting beside him, smiles fondly at his habits and lightly directs his head to lean on his shoulder, where the Doctor promptly falls asleep.
The team, expectedly, grins at the sight and Derek and Emily immediately jump at the chance to take pictures, most of which sport a Hotch glancing at the camera with an amused smirk.
“Still not ‘the Dad’?” JJ smirks at Hotch over her book, gesturing with a quick glance at the man on his shoulder.
A defeated smile on his lips, Hotch huffs a silent chuckle, “No comment.”
My favorite duo tbh (jiro and bakugou are also pretty great tho)
Denki wanted eyeliner so bad, so he went to bug the best makeup artist he knew. :) unfortunately jiro was busy. Denki in his leather jackets wants to mimic bakugou and jiro like everyday. he wants to be cool biker edgy teen too please! thats why he likes kirishima, he can sense his past goth phases.
Tokoyami also wants eyeliner, unfortunately- his face is feathers :( poor goth boy.
My brain has so many ideas for the members of the A-1 Band. Back when i got into this fandom i didn't do fanart, so i just need to get some out of my system.
All my art can be seen as platonic or romantic! Its just for fun :p
When you don't have fic inspiration so you have to pull out the character playlists and rewatches:
okay I need to settle this debate with my friend so I put it on here
idk abt this one man
We've all gotten just a bit too comfortable being jerks to strangers on the internet I think
Ides of March 2025 is going to be a fucking blast because it will have been 2069 years since Caesar's death day
Cara
Misture Autismo+TDAH+Crise de sexualidade+Pressão arterial baixa+Anemia+Pobreza+Arte+Fase de depressão(majoritariamente superada)+Fase de Iniciativas Suicidas(majoritariamente superada)+Leve mudez devido a uma lesão na garganta (cortesia de uma corda e uma iniciativa suicida)/Recorrência a mudez seletiva devido a traumas e então você me terá:
(translation)
Dude
Mix Autism+ADHD+Sexuality crisis+Low blood pressure+Anemia+Poverty+Art+Phase of depression(mostly completely overcome)+Phase of suicidal initiatives(mostly completely overcome)+Light muteness due to a throat injury (courtesy of a rope and a suicidal initiative)/Recurrence of selective muteness due to traumas and then you have me:
"It's okay, angel"
*sends audio*
"Fuck-"
"I forgot for a moment that I am mute"
"And I'm wearing headphones"
What if Agatha was ace?
welcome to another game of.. AM BI OR A LESBIAN WITH INTERNALISED HOMOPHOBIA!!!!!!!!!
first up tonight we have; finding men attractive but never wanting anything to do with them and only would have a relationship with them under extremely specific circumstances!!!!!!
Sometimes YouTube recommends me something I give so few fucks about that it actually offends me
oh yea
I was also tryna make a design for Michael (Afton, feels weird saying his full name) but guh,,,,,,,, im still not sure yet,,,,,,
Ur so hilarious and i love ur art sm please don’t die 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Sorry for the late reply lol, I like answering with little doodles but I never have the tiiime
Also I will draw the mcyt sexyman winner and/or the finale two.
I'm manifesting a Scar win but I also want Joe vs Oli
I just read The Ballad of Himawari by Demyrie and had to sketch this because I loved this idea and could not leave it without at least a sketch.
Ok but am I the only one who loved ALL the kids? (Minus Aegon, of course. He can die in a hole).
Like, from the moment they all came on screen, I adopted them in my mind. And I continued to love them all, even as they made mistakes. Even during the fight.
I don’t know why it’s so hard for people to admit that both Aemond and Luke were wrong, in particular. Because really, they were both wrong, it’s just that Luke’s fault had more serious consequences. And also, both of their faults came from a place of great fear for the safety of themselves and/or their closest family members.
Obviously, they all take some of the blame, but I think the ones most at fault for the fight (and by extension Luke’s death), are the adults. Because what it all boils down to in the end is that much like Alicent, and much like the Smallfolk, the kids are people who are innocents (or at least they were upon their initial introduction), who were thrust dead center in the middle of a war.
From the second they were born, each and every one of them was doomed to be turned into a sort of pawn for their parents (unintentionally for most of the parents, but still) and made to eventually fight against the ones that they were supposed to be able to grow up peacefully with.
And as for the “were they? Weren’t they?” Conversation in terms of if Jace and Luke were bullying Aemond or not?
Well, I wouldn’t call it bullying. But I would say, yes, that probably was going on for a while. But the thing is, when kids are young, they tease each other. Especially kids in their family who are close to their age. It doesn’t come from a place of malice, it’s just something that a lot of kids do before they’re old enough to fully develop comprehension skills of why this may be harmful.
Now this isn’t to say, that Aemond’s feelings were justified. No, my point is that his feelings were justified, but this also doesn’t make Jace and Luke some horrible, irredeemable bullies. They were just dumb kids, doing what kids do. Which would have turned out fine in the end if there wasn’t a rift growing between the kids because of their parents.
And by the way, this also isn’t to say that I agreed with Viserys’ choice of not talking to Jace, Luke, and Aegon about the prank.
I’m saying that the pranks don’t make Jace and Luke bad people, not that they’re good things to do.
As a parent, grandparent, and mature adult, however, it was Viserys’ responsibility to explain to his offspring why it was wrong.
And for the last time, AEMOND WASN’T TRYING TO KILL LUKE. He was trying to scare him, (similar to how he was trying to scare Jace with the rock in the fight where he lost his eye, it’s kind of like his tactic I think).
But he wound up scaring Luke’s dragon too, and Luke’s dragon hurt Aemond’s dragon and then Aemond’s dragon got pissed and ate Luke’s dragon, but since Luke was in the dragon it ate him too. THE DRAGON killed Luke, not Aemond.
So yes Luke’s death makes me cry but no it does not make me like Aemond any less.
Anyways, sorry for ranting. It’s just. THEY WERE/ARE ALL KIDS. They make mistakes, but none of with the exception of Aegon ever had any malicious intentions doing anything and I LOVE ALL OF THEM.
When you look up at the time on your phone and remember school exists
My favorite conspiracy theory is that everything is going to be ok
Okay. I really want to know because I have no frame of reference for the average number of followers on here.
Please reblog and share so we can get a nice data pool!
omg my worst fear just came true
Them: can't you just take things seriously?
Me:
at this point I am honestly wondering how much longer asagiri wants to keep this arc going
expectations of having a nsfw chat: conversations that are, you know, nsfw
reality:
thanks for the eye opening conversation about cargo, @eroticlizardfiction @mothmason @lesbian-sailor @honeyfungus @victoriantrashjohn @sheriff-of-polygon
The thing they don't tell you about getting really into one specific historical period is that very quickly every conversation turns into an attempt to avoid sounding like the "horribly wet in wexford today but not as bad as in the 690s" tweet
Happy Destiel day you guys!!!!! 16 years holy shit??
Also wtf is going on with trump AGAIN ISTG
NAME: ELLE
AGE: UNKNOWN
BIRTHDAY: UNKNOWN
PRONOUNS: AE/AEM
GENDER: AGENDER
OCCUPATION: COFFEE CUP
LOVER/S: POLYAMOUROUS RELATIONSHIP WITH COFFEE POT AND OTHER COFFEE CUPS.
PERSONALITY: SPUNKY AND CONFIDENT
APPEARANCE: ELLE IS A YELLOW COFFEE CUP WITH HIDDEN STRETCH MARKS ON THE INSIDE, WHEN COFFEE IS DRUNK OUT OF AEM, THE STRETCH MARKS BECOME VISIBLE. AE HAVE A SMALL MOLE ON AER CIRCULAR SURFACE. AE WEAR A SHORT HEEL AT THE BOTTOM OF AER CENTER.
ORIGIN: ELLE APPEARED RANDOMLY FROM A FACTORY TO A HOUSEHOLD IN A LONG JOURNEY, AE DON’T HAVE MANY MEMORIES PRIOR TO AER CURRENT RESIDENCE AS AE TRAVELLED VERY QUICKLY. AE HAVE LIVED THROUGH AT LEAST 2 GENERATIONS OF HUMANS AND HAVE SERVED COFFEE MANY TIMES. AE ENJOY FLAUNTING AER STRETCH MARKS AND MOLE. AE LOVE SELFIES AND ANIMAL FILTERS. AER ALSO A PART OF ONLY DISHES. AN ONLY FANS FOR KITCHEN WARE.
HOW AE WAS CREATED: I WAS DRINKING COFFEE AND SAW THE MARKS AND THOUGHT "YAS QUEEN" THEN GAVE AEM A NAME AMD THIS HAPPENED AS I SPIRALED. NOW I'M EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED TO A CUP.