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show-your-fangs · 1 year ago
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lil request of some jealous hotch maybe👉🏻👈🏻 i’m kinda picturing moments aaron getting all jealous and taking the matter in his own hands and teaching reader a lesson🫣😫
this is so fucking good, and coincidentally will be chapter 28 of moments 👀 (it involves a toy, a bed, and a few hours)
so instead please enjoy secret relationship hotch becoming jealous of his baby being hit on by some dude at a bar while the team is out, and then proceeding to finger her under the table
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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader
Words: 1.8k
CW: 18+, nsfw, mdni.
Tags/warnings: established secret relationship, jealous!hotch, possessiveness, pet names (baby, good girl), sir kink, groping, teasing, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), exhibitionist kink, public sex, aaron basically fingers you in a booth in a bar.
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Aaron had never been more thankful for the low light of Shaw’s, thankful that the shadows that lingered all around them obscuring his hot, red ears from the agents around him. He wasn’t embarrassed by any means, no, he was livid. 
They were all staring and snickering about you, leaning over the bar as you waited for the drinks they’d all made you go get just so that you’d be forced to talk to the cute guy that had been making eyes at you all night. 
When you’d told them that you hadn’t noticed, they all scoffed and rolled their eyes, telling you that was the reason you were still single. But none of them knew, they couldn’t have, that the reason why you hadn’t seen him staring was because you only cared about one man’s eyes on you – your boss's.
He was rendered completely useless, unable to do anything about him, unable to leap to his feet, stalk across the bar and make him stop talking to you, before swiftly dragging you to the bathroom and fucking you silly until the only thing you could think about was his cock. 
He knew you weren’t doing it maliciously. There wasn’t a single bad bone in your body. It wasn’t your fault that he found you attractive, wasn’t your fault that Emily was determined to get you laid, wasn’t your fault that you were making him so unbelievably jealous that he couldn’t think straight. 
He almost let out a sigh of relief when the bartender slid five drinks on the counter in front of you and you skillfully grabbed all of them in your hands before quickly making your way back to their table. 
“So?” Emily asked the second you put the drinks down, everyone reaching out to grab their glass and the scoop of your flirting.
You shook your head. “Eh, not for me.”
You slid in next to Aaron, uncharacteristically so, and yet it didn’t seem anyone noticed, still too focused on you to notice how Aaron’s body had relaxed beside you. 
“That’s not for you?” Emily shockingly pointed back at the blonde guy at the bar who was now engrossed in conversation with another beautiful woman. 
“Nope,” you simply stated, not giving her anything to continue prying. She scoffed then, unbelieving. 
“Can we go dance now?” Penelope whined again and Morgan immediately began pushing Emily out of the booth so they could get out. 
You took a sip of your drink as you watched them scurry towards the other side of the bar, hand in hand, but not before they dragged Emily and JJ along for the ride. It was just the six of you now, Spencer having left earlier in the night and Rossi not even entertaining the possibility of getting wasted with you on a perfectly fine Friday night. 
“Have fun,” you joked, Emily poking her tongue out at you and you returned the gesture. “Get her to relax a little and leave me alone, JJ!”
Aaron took a swing of the cold beer he’d been nursing since you got here an hour ago, trying to play it as cool as he could, disinterest being what would maintain your relationship private, until you were finally alone.  
He set the glass back down on the table before his hand came down on your thigh, slapping it slightly, the coldness of his hand mixing with the sting on his action. Your gaze snapped to his, shocked, scared, ashamed, while his remained dark, glossy, enraged.
He was jealous, so unbelievably jealous he couldn’t even hide it. Your breathing picked up, your heart practically rattling against your chest, your mouth going dry with anticipation.
“Just out of curiosity,” he whispered, slowly running his hand up towards your heat. “What is your type?”
You slumped back in your seat, back pressed tightly against the plush cushions of the booth, acutely aware of where you were and the fact that your closest friends were dancing just behind you. 
Thankfully you were hidden away, obscured, but there were still a lot of people around, a lot of bodies that could turn to you at any moment. 
“I asked you a question, baby,” he snapped, grip tightening unbelievably close to where you needed him. 
“You,” you swallowed thickly. “You, sir.”
The pockets of haziness, of blurred lines and dark corners were finally working to his advantage as he draped your left leg over his lap, opening you up under the table to gain easier access. 
You couldn’t help but dart your eyes around the room once more, desperate to make sure that no one could see you like this.
“Don’t look at them, look at me,” he commanded and you swiftly obeyed, turning your hazy eyes back on his, the fire burning in them almost mesmerizing, holding you hostage. His hand slid off your leg, swiftly cupping your crotch tightly. “This belongs to me,” he squeezed. “You belong to me,” your eyes were glossy with tears now. “No one gets to touch you, ever, no one gets to flirt with you, no one gets to so much as look at you, do I make myself clear?”
You whimpered pathetically, nodding your head feverishly, and yet it only made him squeeze harder, bordering on painful. Your brows furrowed, confusion at his continued roughness making a single tear fall down your cheek.  
“Apparently I wasn’t clear enough,” he spat, his fingers skillfully pulling your panties to the side. His cold fingers were immediately met with wet warmth, your clit practically on fire as he began to tease it, never touching it long enough for you to feel anything other than frustration.
“No, sir, please,” you sobbed, your hand wrapping around his wrist, but instead of trying to force him off you, you tried to get him to touch you where you wanted him.
“No?” he repeated, incredulous. “You’re not mine?”
His movements stilled then and yet you continued to grind yourself against his palm, against his fingers, against him. Whatever shame, whatever fears you had about getting caught, about someone seeing him touch you seemed to have evaporated as the desire to finally come undone took over.
“Such a greedy girl,” he groaned in your ear. “Even when you’ve been bad and I’m trying to punish you, you still have one thing on your mind.”
His other arm wrapped around your waist, his hand tightly gripping your left hip to pin you back down to the seat and keep you there, unable to move yourself where you desperately needed.
It was like a spell lifted then, your face immediately flushing crimson as you were reminded of where you were and just how exposed you truly were, even in the low light. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, face buried into his shirt in shame. 
Your shame only spurred him on, his movements picking up once more, his fingers running along the entirety of your slit, collecting your slick, making sure to never touch your entrance or clit.
“Next time a guy comes up to you, what are you going to say?” he asked, bitter, condescending, mean. 
You couldn’t breathe much less think about what you wanted to answer, too concerned by trying to act as normal as possible. 
He landed a slap against your clit then, perfectly timed with the music around you, the instrument solo drowning out the sharp sound. You moaned, quickly biting into his suit jacket to further muffle the lewd noises spilling out your mouth. 
He gave you a second to allow the shock to sharpen your senses, his fingers returning to their previous movements casually as he scanned the room, making sure you hadn’t drawn any attention to yourselves. 
“Next time a guy comes up to me,” you managed through ragged breaths, bravely lifting your head so your gaze could meet his. “I’ll tell him I’m not interested.”
“Next time some guy comes up to you,” he seethed in your ear, low and terrifying. “You’re going to tell them your boyfriend doesn’t like to share,” he emphasized his words by finally sinking his fingers into you, coaxing a whimper from your throat. “And they should probably leave you alone before he comes back.”
He curled his fingers upwards, hooking them against the spot deep inside you that always made you come undone in seconds.
“Yes, sir,” you smiled brightly, the fact that he’d called himself your boyfriend fully processing through your fucked out brain. 
“Good girl,” and with that he let loose, his fingers thrashing inside you, not even building up to his big finale by sliding them in and out of you first. 
You held his stare, your mouth opening for silent moans, for restrained whimpers, for jagged breathing. He didn’t stop, couldn’t stop as the song your teammates had all been dancing too was quickly coming to a close. 
Your hands wrapped around his shirt, bunching it up and wrinkling it. That’s how he knew you were close. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing fast circles over it. Your walls began to clench around him, your hips began to sink themselves farther into his hand. 
“Cum, baby,” he whispered into your ear, soft yet commanding.
It all came at you too quickly, the tension in your body snapping sharply and out of nowhere. Wetness dripped out of you and onto his hand as your body shook against his steady frame. His grip around your waist tightened slightly, bringing your body against him to help keep you stable.
He looked back at his subordinates still twirling around to the final chorus of the song, distracted enough for him to chance it. He leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss to your temple, slowly retracting his fingers from you as he reached over to grab a napkin. 
Even in the low light, in the darkness, he could see his hand glisten with your slick and a proud smirk enveloped his lips. You were still curled against him as he did his best to clean you up, to get rid of any evidence of what the two of you had just done. 
He bunched the napkins up, swiftly pocketing them before he set you back down on the seat, a respectable distance away from him, and wiped your face clean of your runny mascara. Almost as if he’d timed it perfectly, four bodies approached your table. 
“Are you okay, sweetness?” Morgan asked you as they returned to the table, definitely noticing your flushed face.
You nodded, not daring to make eye contact as your heart continued to race, the aftershock of your orgasm still rocking through you.
“I think she’s had too much to drink,” Aaron told him, concerned softness lacing his words, like a boss taking care of his employees. “I’m gonna take her home.”
He didn’t even have to prompt you to follow before you were sliding off the booth, your legs barely keeping you up. He followed quickly after you, hooking his arm around your back before you could collapse, leaving your untouched drink on the table in front of them. 
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idk what it is about these two but they really like going at it in public
tags: @canuck-eh, @ssamorganhotchner, @criminalskies, @xladyxdreamer
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snicker-doodles · 8 days ago
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wait, so zhu yan has basically been giving the ability to fight and/or survive a fight with him for all the people he cares about cause he’s afraid he’d accidentally kill them? is that it? is that why he gave li lun his truth eye and gave xiao zhuo the ability to resist his one word spell?
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igotsnothing · 4 months ago
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Beginning/Previous/Next
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qilingxiong · 6 months ago
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ngl book fanghua do feel like they could've fucked, and more than once at that, but it's more in a friends-with-benefits way that happened out of boredom and neither of them are really pressed about it. fang duobing was still a little brat the whole time though
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ladynamie · 8 months ago
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The Legend of Shen Li 与凤行 (2024) | Episode 12
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cafffine · 8 months ago
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have you ever tried to convince a californian that you actually truly really do not and never have wanted to live in California even for retirement. they act like you pissed yourself.
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thesexydancingcrepe · 2 years ago
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Crossover
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Ittw @skittlescripts
I Like Bowser! This was bound to happen☝🏾
I thought it would be funny that The Pilrim Gang were so used to The Reader objecting 99% of advances made at her only for this guy the fluster her
She's like: "I can't help he's the perfect man!
TPG: PERFECT?!
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danmeigirl · 12 days ago
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f0rtuned · 10 months ago
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Flutterbat stimboard (gift for essay anon!)
reblogs>>>likes
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timeofjuly · 2 months ago
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Heyhey I was wondering what design of papyrus is used in wishbone? Like any specific look to him?
(What? No I'm not making a two panel comic of him and mc... *vanishes like gaster*)
!!!! Omfg, if you do, I would absolutely LOVE to see it!!! I still don't really know the difference between all the various swapfell/fellswap aus and designs lol, BUT I do imagine him (and his brother) with purple eyelights and magic, rather than the gold or red some people go for. There's no real reason behind this, purple is just my favourite colour haha, and I think a lilac-flushed skull is the cutest thing ever. I've also written him with a gold fang and cracks around one socket. I imagine that these facial injuries came from the same attack, so it makes sense that they'd be on the same side. He also describes his bones as yellowy and dull in chapter 3 but that's mostly self-deprecation talking, I don't think he's actually that discoloured. In terms of outfits, his usual is the classic long, fuzzy-hooded jacket and skinny jeans a lot of people draw him in, with a turtleneck or similar underneath, and big, chunky boots.
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cockworkangels · 8 months ago
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very hypocritical of sam "monsterfucker" winchester to disapprove of dean's vampire boyfriend
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roaringdr4gon · 3 months ago
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😉🍬💕
From: Headcanons
[ 💕 would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? ]
"Yes. The Permanence has taught us that love is as mutable as our forms, and belongs to none. There is no issue with sharing, as long as everyone in this affair belongs to everyone."
[ 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or a switch? ]
"Let it be known that differences between top, bottom, sub, and dom exist. That being said, I am top, and consider myself dom."
[ 😉 My muse's kinks. ]
"Breeding. Marking. Biting. Obedience & submission. Praise, to some degree."
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soupwife · 1 year ago
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ok….
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p-perkeys · 1 year ago
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The scan that had me in a chokehold for the longest.
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qilingxiong · 1 year ago
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forget being the top food critic of the capital or whatever, the only thing fang duobing is gonna be eating for the rest of his life at this point is vinegar
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vacantgodling · 8 months ago
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because vampires in this wip are born and not turned (and thus were never human) i wonder what exactly rosita's fascination with pregnancy should be. maybe her and eduard were supposed to be bethrothed to further the coven but he didn't want that?
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