#fangs jealous

[show-your-fangs]

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

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. 

idk what it is about these two but they really like going at it in public

tags: @canuck-eh, @ssamorganhotchner, @criminalskies, @xladyxdreamer

[phantom248]

Zhuo Yichen is literally the center of every "love" triangle in fangs of fortune, huh?

With Li Lun and Zhu Yan

With Wen Xiao and Zhao Yuanzhou

And with Ying Lei and Bai Jiu

I don't know how Pei Sijing and Pei Siheng escaped his orbit but goodness if she was sent to his bureau to spy by chongwu camp I am pretty sure he would have been in that trio too.

[snicker-doodles]

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?

[frickingnerd]

fang with a crush who gets asked out by someone else

pairing: oerba yun fang x gn!reader

tags: flirty/playful!fang, silly & wholesome fluff, jealous!fang

fang LOVES to playfully tease you and flirt with you, to a degree where you aren't sure if she truly means it or is just messing with you

everything she says just has this flirty undertone, so you might just believe that she's not serious about it and talks to everyone this way!

but the moment someone else dares to ask you out, fang ups that playful teasing to a hundred and continues to annoy you and question you about it

“come on, do you really like them?” “surely you told them you've got your eyes set on someone else, mh?” “what's so special about them anyways?”

her teasing turns into nagging about the other person and she'll only realize it if you or anyone else points it out!

fang tries to play it off cool and act like she isn't that bothered about you getting asked out on a date, but everyone can tell she's lying

she's just waiting for your date to go wrong or for you to cancel the date entirely, so she can ask you out instead!

[igotsnothing]

Beginning/Previous/Next

[cafffine]

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.

[jankwritten]

“You’re such a sweet talker,” Leo teases. He bumps their hips together and picks Will’s bowl of fruit back up, feigning stability.

Jason aches. Leo darts around the kitchen with sudden energy, pulling things down out of cabinets and fussing over something in the pantry, talking to himself, or maybe Jason, about the useless kind of things he keeps stored up in his head for when there’s a silence needing filled.

Jason would listen to him all day, obviously. Forever, even.

Still. It aches, to watch this man he loves board himself up into the wall space of a home he’s welcome in. It aches like a fucking spear through him.

“Leo,” he says.

Leo slows his roll to a stop, on the other side of the kitchen, still grinning that damned grin. Jason’s stomach curls. He puts his hands on the counter and pushes off.

“Tell me, next time.”

“Tell you what?” Leo’s eyes track him as he passes the island, coming around not to box him in, but keep himself in Leo’s space. In his proximity, of his own choice. Leo can’t push him away if Jason keeps chasing.

The grin doesn’t waver, but something in Leo’s eyes is too shiny.

“The next time you need me,” Jason says. He dares to touch Leo, then, just a fleeting press of his thumb against Leo’s jaw, before he backs off. He can see the cogs turning in Leo’s mind, a well-oiled machine that doesn’t always have the right bearings.

Gods, this brilliant man.

He resists another touch as he slides past, leaving their mechanic alone in the kitchen with a bowl of fruit.

[thesexydancingcrepe]

Crossover

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?!

[i-cast-zone-of-truth]

Is Zhao Yuanzhou the starlight piercing Li Lun. Is that what we’re saying

[f0rtuned]

Flutterbat stimboard (gift for essay anon!)

reblogs>>>likes

[timeofjuly]

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.

[phantom248]

Adventures of Gong Yuanzhi in Fangs of Fortune world!

Part 1

Part 2

Gong Yuanzhi was normally so careful that it was hard for many to sneak up in him.

However, there was one person who always succeeded. Like today as he hissed in his ear and Yuanzhi jumped up like a startled cat, fur bristling.

"I see you must have come up with new poisons to test on chongwu camp."

He scowled. "And you must have a lot of free time agaon to creep up on others, old geezer."

The older man was clearly displeased at this insult. "Your eyes have deteriorated so much you can't even recogize a handsome young demon infront of you."

"More like an old fossil who refuses to keel over," Gong Yuanzhi muttered disdainfully, patting off the dust from his fluffy fur cloak.

Their 'friendship' had started out without both their consent. Gong Yuanzhi, had found a new hobby im recent years whenever he came to this world: testing all his poisons and medicines on chongwu camp. For once, no one here stopped him from doing so, let alone chastise him. The only condition that Wen diancang relayed to him from Zhuo Yichen was to never get caught. He had scoffed at that, he was not an amateur!

It was on one of his trips when he was testing a harmless poison that only gave diarrhoea to the victims until they dropped dead that he met a the old geezer on whom no poison worked. Although very murderously arrogant, the man was more offended on being called old geezer and did his best to prove that he was, indeed, not that old and was instead a demon who was possessing some stupid mortal. But Gong Yuanzhi refused to believe in it despite the Truth Eye and kept throwing all the poisons he had, calling him a fossil after he learned of his true age.

At some point, it had devolved to a childish competition. Gong Yuanzhi refused to believe that he couldn't come up with a poison that could down Li Lun, and Li Lun halted his murder attempts untill the brat admitted defeat and appologized for calling him an old geezer.

Both have them haven't succeeded yet.

"So?" Li Lun raised an eye brow at him. Gong Yuanzhi sniffed disdinfully.

"You will learn if you get down there and drink that soup for recruits."

Li Lun conveyed a much more disdainful expression. "Eat mortal food? Why don't you just hit me-"

"Wish granted" Gong Yuanzhi whistled inncoently as his hidden weapon hit its mark as the old geezer was going on a monologue, giving him a chance to escape. He did so, cackling all the while as he knew for a fact that if nothing else, the powder Wen Xiao Jie Jie gave him would still keep the demon down for a few minutes. He ignored all the curses the old fossil let out behind him.

He knew when he told the others about this, they will be very proud of him. Except Zhuo Yichen, that spoil sport. Gong Yuanzhi had one gege in his life and he didn't needed another, poor copy😒

Gong Yuanzhi whenever he scores a hit against Li Lun everytime or sees chongwu hedgehogs vulnerable to his stray poisoning habits:

[roaringdr4gon]

😉🍬💕

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."

[deathly-toxins]

[[transit or sprain? For the gakuen verse :3]]

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that right?"

He was annoyed, how the hell did he get caught in this dub situation in the first place. He had Inosuke on his back, piggy-back style.. carrying him to the school nurse cause he went and twisted his damn ankle on the track field.

Of course, none of his goody-two-shoes friends were around to drag him there instead, and none of the teachers wanted to get within ten feet of the crazy kid. So they did the next best thing..

They made Gyutaro do it. Dangling after-school correction/detention if he didn't.

UHHHGGG...

"As 'cool' as you trying to vault over the bleachers was, you're not made of god-damned steel!" He huffed as he continued walking.

[vacantgodling]

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?