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tensonline · 8 months

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Idk if you are familiar with twin peaks but it has this character named agent Cooper. So let's say reader has hotch saved as agent Cooper along with a heart emoji and Hotch sends her a sweet text that he later on sees on her screen and misunderstands the situation.

Aaron is unusually silent over dinner, his jaw clenched uncomfortably as he chews his food. He'd normally be fawning over your cooking, showering you with compliments, but he's got a faraway look about him that makes uneasiness settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Babe," You start tentatively, watching as his eyebrow raises as he glances up at you, "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine." His voice is icy, and he lets his fork fall, the utensil clattering against the table, "I'm not hungry anymore."

You frown, watching as he storms off to the kitchen. You rush after him, seeing his hands braced against the sink, his head hung as he hovers over the basin.

"Aaron," You breathe, stepping forward uncertainly, "What's the matter?"

"Why didn't you just tell me?" Aaron asks, and you can hear the strain in his voice.

"What? Tell you what?"

"That you're seeing someone else!"

His words send a sharp chill up your spine, and you frown indignantly at the accusation, "What?!"

"And god," He chuckles dryly, "An agent? I can only assume you met him while visiting me at work, that's low."

"Sweetheart, I don't know what you're talking about." You're aware that your excuse sounds flimsy, however true it may be, "Honest, please just explain why you think I've found someone else!"

"'I miss you, angel?' That's what I call you," His voice threatens to break, and he takes a moment to collect himself before he speaks again, much more tired now than he had been vindictive, "You should have told me."

"That's..." You scramble for your phone that's stuffed into your pocket, scrolling through your texts with Aaron, "That's what you sent me today!" Then your eyes drift to the name at the top of your screen, and everything clicks into place.

"Oh my god," You mumble, relief spreading through your chest like a wildfire, "Aaron, no, it's not someone else."

His brows furrow at your words, and he chances a cautious glance back at you, "What are you talking about?"

"'Agent Cooper'," You read off of your screen, "He's a character from a show. He reminds me of you, I- I set your contact name as his name."

There's a moment of complete silence in the room, then Aaron breaks. He slumps against the kitchen counter, his elbows supporting him as he buries his head in his hands with a loud sigh, "Why the fuck would you do that?"

"I don't know!" You whine, "it was a cute little comparison I made!"

"Well that was not a cute little breakdown I just had!" He turns to face you, a frown still stretched over his lips, "Why did you never tell me?"

"'Cause that's embarrassing," You pout, "I thought you were gonna make fun of me."

"I'm not gonna-" He cuts himself off, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he sighs once more, "Fine. You can set my contact name to whatever you want, but you'd better never say the wrong name in bed."

Your mouth falls open incredulously at his statement, a laugh falling from your lips, "Oh my god! The comparison doesn't run that deep, Aaron!"

"Good." He grumbles, reaching out for you and tugging you into his arms, "God, I thought that was gonna be it for us."

"I'd never cheat on you." You know your reassurance is probably less-than-reassuring, easier said than done in most cheating cases, but you mean it from the bottom of your heart.

"I.. I know, angel." He murmurs, squeezing you tightly and letting you bury your face in his chest, "I know, I just- I got scared."

"I'm sorry I never told you." You mumble sheepishly into his chest, "I should have just-"

"It's okay." He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, "You don't need to apologize. Just let me hold you, for now."

#hotch

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tensonline · 8 months

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Thanks in advance if you decide to write this. What if Hotch's next door neighbors are college students (frat boys type) who have a crush on Reader and whenever she comes over to Hotch's they make up excuses to see her like knocking and asking for stupid shit like salt or toilet paper, and obviously hotch sees through their shit.

The dull knocks on Aaron's door instant made him tense, your hand patting sympathetically against his thigh.

"They're here again," Aaron spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm going to talk to them."

"They'll just come back when they know you're gone," You sighed, reluctant to let your husband up off of the couch to storm to the door, "Just leave it, they won't know we're here unless you open the door."

"I want them to know that I'm here." He huffed, gripping the doorknob so tight you thought he'd snap it off. He yanked the door open, and you watched the one side of the interaction that you could see from your spot on the couch, your husband's face set in his intimidating glower.

"What do you boys need this time?"

"Your wife-"

"We need your wife to bring us some toilet paper." One of the college students cut off the other one, and his lazy grin was practically audible in his smug tone, "Can she come to the door?"

"She doesn't want to." He snapped, eyes ablaze, "Leave."

"Well just tell her we're here-" One of them started, but Aaron already had the door half closed in their faces.

"She knows it's you. That's why she doesn't want to come to the door. You know, I think it's ironic that three human shitstains are asking for toilet paper, but I know you don't actually need it, it's just a ruse to ogle my wife. So if you'll kindly leave her alone, that would be fantastic. And if you don't, I'll kindly stomp your heads against the curb. Do you understand me?"

You couldn't hear anything from the three frat boys, but you knew the look that anyone snapped at by Aaron usually donned, and you'd die to see it on their faces.

Apparently, they didn't put up much of a fight, and you didn't blame them. Aaron slammed the door only seconds later, his footfalls heavy against the floor as he stomped back to the couch. He sat down with a huff, curling his arm around you when you draped yourself over his chest again, eyes lazily tracking the movie that was playing.

"That was harsh," You teased, two fingers poking at the sides of his heavy-set frown to mold it into a makeshift smile, "I bet at least one of 'em's gonna cry."

"Good," Aaron grumbled, the smile you'd manufactured on his face taking on a life of its own as he stared down at you, "They're so bold."

"Well you don't need to worry," You sighed, your eyes droopy as you laid your cheek against Aaron's chest, "I'm all yours, no matter how many admirers I have in the building."

Aaron chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling in his chest. You curled impossibly closer to him, a yawn escaping your mouth as your fingers twisted themselves idly in the fabric of his shirt.

You missed the way he was looking down at you, your gaze hanging blearily on the television, but you felt it, the adoration pouring from him tangible even if you didn't see it.

"I love you, sweetheart." He murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the crown of your head, then after a moment of silence, added, "But seriously, let me know if they come back. I'll have Morgan bust up one of those disgustingly loud parties they have, 'n see if they've got anything left to say after being raided by the FBI."

"Don't freak them out," You mumbled, giggling lightly against his shirt, "They won't come back, trust me. Not after you put them in their place."

"But if they do-"

"If they do," You stretched lithely, another yawn slipping past your lips as you let your eyes finally slip shut, "You can protect me, I promise."

#hotch

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tensonline · 8 months

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What if hotch is driving both of you to work and a cop fines him for speeding or something and you flirt with the cop to get him to let you off the hook and it works but hotch is all grumpy about it

I GOT THIS ASK AND GIGGLED 😕

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You watch with satisfaction as the officer standing outside your window shreds your ticket, letting the paper scraps flutter to the asphalt below you.

"I hope you have a nice day, ma'am." The officer sends you a wink which you giggle at, ensuring he wouldn't change his mind before he'd driven away.

"Thank you, officer!" You call out the window, waving cheerily at him, "You too!"

You wait until the police car fully pulls away from you, starting back down the way that you were going, before you roll up your window, settling back into your seat.

You glance expectantly over at Aaron, who sits in the driver's seat with his poisonous glare burning holes through the windshield, hit knuckles whitening from his iron grip on the wheel.

"Alright, let me have it."

He's huffing and puffing before you're even finished, grumbling something about how 'flirting with a police officer isn't ethical,' and that, if he really wanted to, he could 'have you reviewed for the evasion of justice.'

"You were the one speeding," You remind him, watching his eyes dart carefully to the speedometer, "I just saved you $200. You're welcome."

"I'd rather pay for a speeding ticket than have my wife cheating our way out of the law."

"Well your wife didn't feel like going to traffic court," You set a hand on his thigh, feeling his tense muscles relax slightly into the contact, "Let's just get to work without passing 80 again, okay?"

#hotch

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tensonline · 8 months

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m.list - aaron hotchner

❥ - mei’s favorites

☼ - fluff

☾ - angst

✘ - nsfw content, minors please dni

thoughts: #let’s talk about aaron hotchner !!

fics:

All of You ❥✘☼☾

Love Me Right ❥☼☾

Whiplash ❥☼☾

Team Building ❥☼

Faultless ❥☼☾

Goodbye ❥☼☾

The Right Person ❥☼☾

blurbs:

mafia!hotch | 2 | 3 | ❥✘

office romance with hotch ❥☼

hotch + spanking | 2 | ❥✘

comforting hotch after a long day ☼

hotch comforting you after a hard day ☼☾

brat!tamer hotch ✘

‘that’s my girl’ with hotch ❥☼

hotch + hair pulling ✘

going to the arcade with hotch ❥☼

‘she’s an idiot, but she’s my idiot’ with hotch ☼

hotch subbing for your class ❥☼

stepdad!hotch | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | ❥☼✘

giving hotch a blowjob after a hard day ✘

dbf!hotch | 2 | 3 | 4 | ❥✘☼

hotch cuddling into your back ❥☼

law student!hotch | 2 | ❥☼

enemies to lovers with hotch ❥☼☾

reassuring hotch after you almost died ☼☾

hotch fucking reader in his office ❥✘

cuddly hotch ❥☼

golfer!hotch ❥✘☼

hotch + somnophilia ❥✘

being hotch’s personal assistant | 2 |

doggy style with hotch

you make hotch laugh in front of the team

camgirl!reader x camboy!hotch | 2 | 3 |

professor!hotch | 2 |

your dog doesn’t like hotch | 2 |

flirting with a cop to get out of a ticket in front of hotch

you burn yourself with a curling iron, hotch thinks it’s a hickey

hotch lets you do his skincare routine

hotch cumming too soon

jealous hotch

hotch’s neighbors want a glimpse of his hot wife

hotch gets insecure over a gift you give your friend

soldier!hotch | 2 |

doctor!hotch | 2 |

single mom!reader x hotch

hotch misunderstands your contact name for him

the team finds out you and hotch are together

hotch has a nightmare about losing you

hotch is overprotective after you get hurt

hotch carries you to bed

lawyer!hotch x lawyer!reader

having kids with fratboy!hotch

lawyer!hotch x judge!reader

jack thinks you won’t love him anymore once the new baby comes

hotch can’t fit on the bed now that jack sleeps there

girldad!hotch

hotch x camgirl!reader | 2 |

hotch x virgin!reader

hotch + size kink

you get insecure of your age gap with hotch

you’re too hot to cuddle with hotch

your neighbor hotch kills a spider for you

lawyer!hotch

teacher!hotch takes teacher!reader to prom

sugar daddy!hotch | 2 |

jack listens more to you than he does to hotch

hotch can barely keep up with your sex drive

hotch paints your nails on the jet | 2 |

hotch ruins your lipstick

you accidentally stain hotch’s work shirts pink

grumpy!hotch x sunshine!reader

you and hotch get caught by the team

you use your safeword

#hotch

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tensonline · 8 months

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reckless (aaron hotchner)

summary: After two years with the BAU, you get the feeling that Aaron Hotchner isn’t your biggest fan. That’s too bad, because you really like him.

notes: hello. this is singlehandedly the longest fic i’ve ever written (like 21.7K words). i didn’t intend for it to be this long and i tried to see where i could break it up, but i think it flows better if it’s in one piece. happy reading! x

(edit: adding in that the reader is fem)

a huge thank you to @hotchsdoormat for being the best person alive and for listening to me rant about this piece. love u forever.

warnings: typical criminal minds speak, kidnapping and mentions of broken arms and ribs and typos, probably.

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Years of dreaming of becoming a federal agent for the Behavioral Analysis Unit led to the beginning of an illustrious career solving crimes and traveling across the country. It had only taken guest lectures by none other than the BAU themselves for the idea of catching killers and outsmarting them to do so to seep its way to the back of your mind.

You just wish you liked your job.

You like your work. You like walking into the office with a sense of purpose and you like profiling bad people and saving the good ones. You even like the shitty coffee that never seems to run out and you don’t mind the early call times and the sudden departures.

What you don’t like, however, is your boss. But you know that’s just because he doesn’t like you.

In your two years with the BAU, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Aaron throw a smile in your direction if it wasn’t meant for someone standing next to you. Two years of Aaron being dismissive and choosing to sit farthest from you in the conference room and on the jet. Two years of watching him foster friendships with your coworkers without sparing you a second glance. But work is work.

You’re an outsider. It’s almost what you expected.

Emily’s the first one to tell you that you don’t need to take it personally. Her rocky start with the BAU and stories of learning that trust takes time eased your worries for a while, but Aaron never seemed to give you the time of day aside collaborating with the rest of the team. Everyone says he’s notorious for being stoic and intimidating, but you don’t see it that way. In your mind, he loathes you.

Which is unfortunate, because you liked Aaron the most.

Keep reading

#hotch

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tensonline · 8 months

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I LOVE the idea of protective Hotch constantly having an eye out for younger bau!agent who’s literally sunshine personified and the complete opposite of him!! Do u think u could write something along the lines of that—maybe him protecting her from something or just their dynamic?

i also love protective hotch!!! tysm for the request i hope u like it baby :D | 1k of fluff, tw for a small burn!

You’d been surprised when you got a job at the BAU. You didn’t have that much faith in yourself at first. Not to say you don’t believe in your skills, but it’s a widely known part of the bureau. A lot of people wanted the job.

And then, there’s Agent Hotchner, unit chief and intimidating though you’re sure he doesn’t mean to be. You were insanely nervous at the beginning.

That was before you started, before the team welcomed you as the new media liaison after Agent Jareau became a profiler. You met Garcia and her collection of fun high heels, Reid and his never ending supply of facts, and you sort of fit right in.

Hotch became much less intimidating. A kind man who cares so deeply for his team that you couldn’t help but like him the way you do. Not to mention the dynamic that built between the two of you.

The small things he does for you that are impossible to ignore. A hand covering the edge of your desk to protect your head when you were searching underneath it for a dropped paper clip, the way he physically places himself between you and danger if he ever gets the chance.

He’s always there, protecting you in ways both big and little, and you enjoy it more than you should.

It’s even brighter on nights like tonight. Drinks and snacks at Penelope’s after a tough case. Nights when you get to call him Aaron instead of Hotch, when he smiles and laughs freely without restraint.

The beep of the oven cuts off yours and Garcia’s conversation, and when she shifts to take care of it, you stop her, “I got it! You’re already hosting, just relax a little.”

“Thank you,” she smiles, squeezing your arm as you walk by.

The smell of food in the oven hits your nose as you walk into the kitchen, humming along to whatever song spills through the speakers.

You pull the oven open, reaching in without thinking and touching the pan with your bare hand. You drop it quickly, metal clanking as it falls back onto the rack in the oven.

“Shit!” You say it loudly, and then, even louder, addressing the team in the next room, “I’m okay!”

They all laugh a little at your reassurance, and then, like they know he wouldn’t let anyone else check on you before him, pretty much every set of eyes in the room lands on Hotch.

He shakes his head and heads to the kitchen, because he would’ve gone either way.

“You okay?” He asks, finding you with an oven mitt on your non-burnt hand, reaching into the oven, and your burnt hand shaking by your side.

“Oh!” You set the pan of nachos on top of the stove and slip off the mitt, turning off the oven and looking at Hotch. “I forgot oven mitts were a thing for a second there. Burnt my hand, I think.”

He’s on you in a second, his hands gently grasping your injured arm, pushing back your sleeve and guiding you over to the sink. His hold is light, never bruising even though you know he has the strength to do so.

It’s the kiss of sunlight on skin.

Aaron turns on the sink, places his fingers under the water to make sure the temperature’s okay before guiding your hand under the stream.

“You still took out the nachos first?” He asks, even when he knows that’s what you’d do, because of course you’re worrying about everyone else before yourself.

“I didn’t want them to burn.”

You’re trying to be brave, though your hand hurts so much there are tears misting your eyes. You’re bouncing on your feet a little to try and deal with the pain.

“How bad does it hurt?” Hotch checks.

Aaron’s felt this sort of protectiveness over you ever since you started. A little younger than him, this ball of light that’s come bursting into his life. You’re always the positive one, even in the darkest situations and he can’t help but want to shield you to keep it that way.

There’s this thing in his chest that tugs and tugs when you’re around, that makes him stand next to you in any room, in front of you in darkness.

“It’s okay,” you say, though your voice cracks a little. “I’m sure you’ve seen much worse, Hotch.”

“Aaron,” he reminds you gently, “and you don’t have to pretend. It’s alright if it hurts, I just wanna help.”

The sink running mingles with the music coming from the next room, the background noise to your moment with him.

“You could bring the nachos out? I told Garcia I would, but we see how that turned out.”

“Okay, I'll bring them out.”

“Don’t forget oven mitts!”

He huffs with a smile, somehow always surprised with how easily you can turn something around. A smile on your face even with tears shining in your eyes and a hand that’s surely stinging.

Aaron carries the tray of nachos and drops them off, then turns to Penelope, “you have a first aid kit?”

“Oh my gosh! Yeah, bathroom cabinet, I can grab it.”

“It’s alright, Garcia. I’ll get it.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Don’t worry. Nothing major, I’m taking care of it.”

He grabs the first aid kit and heads back to the kitchen where you’re still holding your hand under the stream of water.

“Okay,” Aaron sets the kit down on the counter, opening it and then turning off the tap. “Let me see, honey.”

The word melts into you, sticky sweet, and you hold your hand towards him, palm up.

He starts by drying your hand with a piece of paper towel, pressing your skin lightly. His other hand is under yours, his palm against the back of your hand a painkiller in itself.

You hiss when he hits a sensitive spot, and he’s quick to apologize, his voice low and quiet. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Almost done.”

“It’s okay, Aaron. It's not your fault I thought I was heat-proof.”

“You’re cute.”

A smile spreads over your face, your head tilted down to stare and his hands around yours. You watch him spread some Polysporin over your burn, his fingertips featherlight over your skin, soft apologies leaving him every time you flinch a little.

By the time he’s done, the first aid kit shut on the counter, you’ve both forgotten about the rest of the team in the next room. Aaron’s happy to bask in your sunshine.

#hotch

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tensonline · 8 months

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An imagine w hotch where the r is interrogating an unsub who attacks her & hotch enters all angry and protective hsjsjssjks

guarded

cw; protective aaron, bau fem!reader, no established relationship but 🤭

the unsub had merely lunged at you.

he didn't get very far, as he was handcuffed to the steel table in front of him. consequently, you had been pushing his buttons to the extreme- mentioning his dark childhood, poking fun at all his attempts to pursue women and ultimately failing, their rejection contributing to his murderous acts. meanwhile, he had sat there silently, seething, taking in your words. a ticking bomb. and so it was only a matter of time before he snapped.

but, that was all it took for aaron to immediately intervene from his place behind you. he had been supervising your interrogation, adding supporting details when appropriate while you maintained the lead; you were conveniently the definition of the unsub's victimology.

likewise, you knew you had the guy, there was no question otherwise. he fit the profile the team had developed perfectly, all evidence gathered linked him to each crime, he matched the composite sketch given by a witness. all you needed was a confession.

it all happened fast - you barely had the opportunity to recoil as the unsub attempted to invade your senses- there was nothing else in your line of vision but him.

for some reason, you hadn't considered the effect of your words. sure, you wanted to get a reaction- that was the whole point- to get that confession, but not once did you think the unsub would lay a hand on you. anything he tried, you assumed it would just be to frighten you. and you weren't the type to be frightened either.

while you weren't on the edge of your seat, anticipating a potential attack, aaron was.

before your mind had even processed danger pointed directly at yourself, aaron was shielding a protective arm in front of you, limiting access.

you were met with the coarse yet gentle fabric of aaron's suit jacket as he caged you in his arms, escorting you briskly out of the interrogation room himself. harsh insults from the unsub followed behind the two of you.

"hotch."

nothing.

you tried again, "aaron, let me-"

"no." aaron ordered, his tone tight as he released his hold on you. his signature glare was as prominent as ever, his brown eyes full of fury. "stay here."

part of you wanted to resist, not wanting to let this sick son of a bitch feel any satisfaction. but from the visible vein throbbing angrily in aaron's forehead, you knew it was in your best regard to stay put.

you huffed out a breath as you surrendered, and aaron retreated swiftly back into the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

you sidled alongside rossi, who had been observing behind the glass. as soon as you settled in place next to him, he let out a small chuckle.

"what?" you questioned, crossing your arms in front of your chest. you turned your head to look at him, to catch his eye while aaron's merciless voice was floating in the background, "-if you ever even so look at her again-"

"oh nothing." dave held his gaze straight ahead, not pulling his eyes away from aaron, who had yet to let up on ripping the unsub a new one. "nothing at all."

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tensonline · 8 months

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okay so, I really don't like angst so I'll go with jealous!Hotch 🤭

Something like when Reader is at Jack's soccer game and Idk, a dad flirts with her? But when Jack sees that she's talking with someone who isn't Hotch, he calls her "mom" in front of the dad who's flirting with her, (bc he's jealous too 🤭) but Hotch hears him and he's kind of moved, but someone is flirting with his girl so he gets all jealous and starts like kissing her or something in front of the man? And the night they end up at his home, with Hotch showing her that she belongs to him 🤭

(feel free to change anything, don't worry, also, sorry for my bad english, it's not my first language 😭)

keeping score

🤭 minors dni cw; fem!reader, jack calls reader mom, unwanted advances, suggestiveness, allusions to sex, small praise, dominant!jealous!possessive aaron 🦋 wc; 1.5k

early saturday mornings - grass still slightly wet from the dew, the sun slowly rising higher into the sky (threatening a hot day), sat alongside a soccer field - you couldn't imagine another place you'd rather be.

as aaron was the coach, you spent majority of jack's game sitting alone. it was a small price to pay; you were more than happy to cheer on jack from the sidelines, and to check aaron out as much as you wanted.

but most importantly, attending his games made you feel like you were a part of the family. the hotchners were closed off and let very few people in, and so your attendance here only solidified your role in both their lives. that aaron planned on keeping you around, and that jack trusted you. your role in his life wasn't to someday replace his mom, but rather you were just another person who simply loved him. you loved him like he was your own, and he knew it.

"mornin'," a voice pulled you from your thoughts; a familiar face amongst the other parents on the team, but you didn't know him by name.

you offered a quick, friendly smile, "good morning."

he set up camp near you, setting his foldable chair down and getting settled a few feet away. you paid him no mind, resuming your attention to something more worthy of your focus, such as how attractive aaron looked in the jeans he was wearing. and the game, obviously.

however, you could feel him peering at you from time to time, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

ten minutes or so passed before he spoke again, "so, big soccer fan?"

your eyes followed jack, who was dribbling the soccer ball down the field. your heart swelled with pride as he successfully kicked it to a teammate, "not until recently."

"me too." he offered you a look that he probably thought was slick, while you kept your gaze straight forward. "i'm always looking to score, if you know what i mean."

his words instantly caused your cheeks to burn, along with your whole body. it was clear he was objectifying you, with no good intentions in mind.

you didn't bother replying. hopefully, that would be a clear indicator for him to leave, or to leave you alone.

but he still chose to linger. and while he wasn't speaking, in your peripheral you kept noticing his head turn, gazing in your direction. his eyes were nearly burning a hole into you.

"shit." he swore as he suddenly stood up, picking up and moving his chair even closer to yours, "the grass is eating away at my chair. must've been that damn rain last night."

it hadn't rained last night.

the unsettling feeling he was causing you only grew, but again you didn't dare to say anything. the uncomfortableness only eased when the whistle finally blew, signaling halftime. this meant a water break and a small snack for the kids, and it meant aaron and jack would soon be joining you for a moment.

as expected, jack hurried towards you as soon as one of the other moms distributed him his snack, but paused abruptly as he reached you, his eyes scanning between you and the man. a confused expression filled his face, his bottom lip sticking out into a pout. it was the same one he produced whenever aaron gave him the fifteen minute warning for bedtime.

"mom," jack inserted himself in between the two of you, a small package of fruit snacks in hand, "can you open these for me?"

you froze for a spilt second, touched and surprised. you've been a constant in both aaron and jack's lives for almost a year now. but that title, was a first.

"of course sweet pea," you coughed a bit to clear your throat, and to stop the tears from surfacing, opening it for him.

"you did good out there kiddo," the dad spoke again, flashing a smile.

your fists clenched at that one - you knew he was trying to impress you, and you hated how he had decided to use interacting with jack to his advantage.

just wait until you find how he's the coach's son.

while you were furious, jack ever so slightly rolled his eyes, such an annoyed expression almost humorous for a child his age, choosing to focus on his snack and leaning comfortably against your shoulder.

and a minute or two later, aaron joined.

as aaron approached, his face nearly pulled into the same expression as his son's as he analyzed the visual in front of him. only his was accompanied with a more hardened, possessive aggressiveness.

"hi sweetheart," aaron greeted you, leaning in to kiss you once you were on your feet. it wasn't a chaste peck either, but rather more showy. his fingers grasped onto the waistline of your pants, pulling you flush to him. "enjoying the game?"

you nodded, still recovering from the unexpected heated kiss, looking down at jack who also was glued to your side, offering protection of his very own. you gave him a smile, ruffling his hair gently, "i think we've got a soccer star on our hands."

"speaking of," aaron started, straightening his torso and squaring his shoulders, making him appear taller. "jack, why don't you join the others. they're taking turns aiming at the goal before the game resumes."

with a nod, and after handing you the empty wrapper, jack ran off to his teammates. aaron was still holding his menacing glare, but dropped the entire expression suddenly.

"how are you feeling?"

"feeling...?" your eyebrows quirked in confusion.

"you're not too sore today, aren't you?" his eyes darted behind you, a rather confident, fiery glint within them. "i wasn't holding back last night, was i?"

oh.

"and now that i'm thinking about it, i don't think you've ever been that loud either."

aaron had always been a stickler for pda; any displays were kept to quick kisses, hand holding, and any suggestive comments were kept to a murmur, meant for you and you only. even when you tagged along with him to bau outings, such as a bar on a saturday night, he held back. anything more was private, and aaron preferred it that way - him being the only one to witness you in such a vulnerable state, was something he took gratification in, and only added to his overall pleasure.

so this, was something else. he wasn't speaking loud enough for all to hear, just enough for the man in question. your back was towards him, so you had no idea how he was reacting to aaron's words.

"i'm fine." you managed, your body also reacting immediately.

aaron's lips found home behind your ear, again conscience of his volume - just loud enough. "good, because i'm not done with you yet."

aaron's hand slid up to the small of your back, but not without stopping on the curve of your ass first - again he wasn't subtle about it, making sure it was noticeable.

and it had to be working, for the man hadn't uttered a single word.

"and actually, sweetheart." another glare pointed behind you. "would you mind helping me at the bench for the rest of the game? i could use an extra set of hands."

"of course." you blurted out, complying without a second thought.

"good girl," he was heavy on the emphasis, patting your hip affectionately. "c'mon."

you were visually flustered as you leaned down to gather your belongings, especially when aaron's hand rested on the small of your back as you did so. your eyes lifted to the man, who was avoiding all eye contact, staring off into the field with a flushed face.

once you straightened up aaron took your hand, leading you away.

"thank you." you mumbled as your hand slid up his arm, giving his bicep a squeeze.

aaron's jaw clenched. "i fucking hated the way he was looking at you."

"you wouldn't like what he was saying either." you mumbled, causing aaron's nostrils to flare in anger. but to calm him, you changed the subject, heat filling your cheeks again, "and you."

a pleased, closed lip smile graced his face. "what about me?"

"what was all that?" you teased, stomach fluttering. you already knew the answer, but it was something you wanted to hear from him again. "i've never heard you, so..."

he chuckled softly, an almost embarrassing undertone to his words. "vocal?"

"yeah." you blurted out, blinking. "it was hot."

aaron shrugged, satisfied but still agitated. "he was devouring you, practically undressing you with his eyes."

"well, i don't think he'll be trying anything again."

"i know he won't," aaron's eyes darkened as his overly confident demeanor resurfaced, his lips pulling into a smirk as one of his fingers tapped your neck, "especially when he sees you next week. because you won't be covering up those marks."

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Sunday Kind of Love : Frat Mark

⇢ Synopsis: Mark is fine with having a crush on the girl in the library. He’s fine watching her from afar. And he’s fine with never speaking a word to the girl who he spends many nights chasing in his dreams. But fate, and a few nosey frat brothers, think Mark would be much better if he was forced to talk to the cute girl from the library that he can’t seem to get out of his head.

⇢ Pairing: Mark x fem!reader ⇢ Genre: slow burn, comedy, smut after 30k of pining. ⇢ Warnings: inexperienced/soft reader, frat nct, extreme pining, tooth hurting sweetness, the softest boy in the world, a love so pure it’s going to hurt you, oral (f/m receiving), dry humping, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, switchy/no bdsm role Mark, etc… ⇢ Word Count: 35.7k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Frat au!, slow burn, soft boy x sweet girl, library romance, frat found family, general frat shenanigans, etc…

⇢ fic music inspo: Sweet boi (chevvy) - Flaming hot cheetos (clairo) - Pink bubblegum (lavi) - Sunday Kind of Love (Etta James) - I’m Yours (Jason Mraz)

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Devil’s Advocate | II

“So for argument’s sake… let’s just say Do Kyungsoo really is the boring square you say he is..”

“Don’t you want to find out what makes him tick?”

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Words: 4.9k

Genre: Romance, Slowburn, Smut