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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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How would pennywise be at a sleepover 💀💀😭

Oh dear god! Ok… um! I myself haven’t been to many sleepovers in my life, but I can tell you one thing. This clown is a fucking menace.

Firstly, who the fuck invited him?!?! The answer is no one, Penny invited him fucking self.

Pennywise shows up right at the scariest part of whatever horror movie you're watching. Mother fucker crawls out of the screen as the killer from the movie. He's laughing his ass off when everyone is screaming and running away.

He absolutely eats the popcorn off the floor that everyone dropped. He'd just plop himself down on top of the telly and wait for everyone to come back. (I'm imagining it's like my first-ever sleepover. Me and my friends were poor so we still had those big old box TVs that took up half the room.)

If everyone gets upset and suggests they turn on a less scary movie after Penny gave them a heart attack, he would simply refuse to move off the television. He doesn't want to watch that "little kid shit"

Penny is totally on horror story duty. When everyone is all set up and comfy under the pillow fort that's built (He shrunk down or a reasonable size btw, but still in clown form) he tells a story with the light shining on him.

I'm imagining he does that thing like the clowns do in Killer Klowns from Outer Space, where he can make his shadow puppets really realistic. You know, because he can shapeshift. So it makes the story that much more creepy, but it would be impossible to look away.

Penny definitely pranked something. Water bowl above the fridge door so it spills on you when you open it. Hiding behind the shower curtain in the bathroom. Hot sauce on the popcorn. Anything he can do to get a laugh.

Mans is totally confused when the "girlier" parts of the sleepover kick in. Like why the fuck is everyone singing along to Britney Spears, Beyonce and The Killers (Yes this is an early 2000's sleepover, what are you gonna do about it?)

You ask to paint his nails, and he's not gonna say no. But he's certainly not gonna make it easy. Probably makes everyone play a game of truth or dare. Anyone who actually goes through with a dare gets to paint one of his fingernails.

If he's in a bad mood, he'll totally just wake everyone up with an air horn or some shit in the middle of the night. He would be bored if everyone slept but him.

But if he's in a good mood, he just watches everyone sleep. Probably has the Tv still silently playing in the background. If he trusts these people enough to be at a sleepover with them, somewhere deep down he cares. Penny would love to have human connection, he just doesn't think he's capable of receiving it.

Overall, Penny is a nightmare at sleepovers. But he's also the life of the party, and he's trying his best. It wouldn't be the same without him.

#pennywise #pennywise x reader #penny #pennywise the dancing clown #sleepover #headcannon #Fang's headcannons #ty ty <3 #ask fang

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puppetmaster13u · 25 days

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“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone.

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion.

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files.

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued.

“Is he coming to the Manor or…”

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!”

#DCxDP #DPxDC #Prompts #Deadly Decisions #Danny & Ras are the homoerotic rivals that no one knows if they’re flirting or attempting a murder #It’s actually both they’re just also both Immortal #Danny to Jason: You can become a crime lord if you finish college- you’ve said you wanted to get a degree this is ur chance #Dusan (nodding): Mother has made all of us finish at least our basic education nephew #Why yes this does mean that RH has just made the heads in a duffel bag debut & the bats have no clue it’s Jason #Normally Danny wanders the universe but RAS (affectionately derogatory) HOW DARE U TRY TO HIDE THE GRANDCHILDREN #Morally Gray Danny #He’s well over 300 and that has an affect lol #Also has some fun fae vibes thx to his ghost half & human half finally balancing out #Let Jason & Damian be brothers #Tiny Damian: Akhi look I found a frog :>#Jason (newly not brain damaged & has no clue who this small child is): …. That’s great #Tiny Damian: *GASP* Akhi you can talk now :D #Fuck it- all the Al Ghuls deserve fangs from ecto contamination #Is Danny actually Dusan & Talia’s mother? No one knows and no one wants to ask the probably immortal fae being okay #Danny brought Damian a ghost hound puppy & Jason an original signed Pride & Prejudice book #How come Bruce wasn’t aware of Danyal? Talia forgot to inform him that the mother she was speaking of is in fact still alive #He disappears for a decade sometimes longer she was using past terms how was he supposed to know

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show-your-fangs · 9 months

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What about a teenage!Jack where his friends are over and keep commenting how his Mom (reader) is attractive and Aaron finds it funny but Jack is mortified?

this is fucking GOLD. enjoy another installment of moments au

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x f!Reader

Words: 665

CW: nothing, cursing mostly.

Tags/warnings: jack's friends being pervs, cursing, jack defending his mom and dad.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

Aaron honestly couldn’t blame them. He honestly found it funny, how their cheeks would flush every time you walked past, seconds away from catching them saying the most inappropriate things about you. He knew they didn’t know he could hear them from his office, the angle keeping him hidden as he tried to work while also allowing for their voices to carry down the hall.

Jack had brought his friends over for a pool day and he’d requested that the two of you leave them alone, that they could fend for themselves. But as much as he’d pleaded, you were still unable to stop yourself.

You’d made them snacks, prepared a homemade ice tea, would check in every so often to make sure they were doing okay. And every time, without fail, his friends would pretend to be utter gentlemen, thanking you profusely until you left them alone once more and they turned from the kids their parents through they were into the horny teenagers they really were.

It became clear to Aaron immediately why Jack didn’t want you around. It had nothing to do with his independence but rather the fact that his friends clearly didn’t know how to act around his mom. They’d made every inappropriate comment a teenage boy could come up with, and every time Jack would groan or roll his eyes or politely ask them to chill. But every time you showed your face the comments would start up again.

It was after lunch when shit hit the fan. You’d ordered a big family meal style delivery, had set up the large containers in the kitchen, with the boys’ help which they were eager to give, and had made a plate for yourself and Aaron. They thought you couldn’t hear them in the kitchen, thought they were being so slick, but they should’ve known better than to not wait for you to exit the room.

“I still don’t know how your dad bagged her,” Eric started, clearly teasing. “She’s just so—”

“So out of his league,” Dylan finished and the two of them snickered together.

“If I had a step mom like that…” Nick sighed and the other two chuckled, no words needed for the four of them to know what he wanted to say. Jack couldn’t help but cringe, the mere thought of his stupid friends thinking about you this way appalling.

“You boys need anything else?” you said loudly from the kitchen, a cue for them to stop talking as you pushed the door open with your hip.

“We’re okay, thanks mom,” Jack’s voice was chipper like it always was with you, always soft and kind. His friends’ immediately perked up at your requests, their eyes sparkling with what you could only imagine were requests that you definitely didn’t want to know about.

“Thank you, Mrs. Hotchner,” they practically sang in unison, their teasing only getting more pronounced as you walked down the hall, desperately trying not to give them anything else to talk about, but apparently that was completely useless.

“Check out her ass—”

“Shut the fuck up, dude,” you heard Jack groan, his patience finally running thin. His friends stilled in an instant, your instinct to fix it slowly creeping up from your heart to your brain. But Aaron was quick, his hand wrapped around your waist before you could move. “How would you like it if I talked about your mom like that?”

Silence.

“That’s what I thought,” he stated, confident. “So can you please just stop it?”

His words were followed by a string of mumbles and murmurs in agreement, ashamed apologies and admissions of guilt.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, Aaron quickly pulling you into his office so the two of you could erupt in a fit of giggles. It was cute, almost too adorable that the boy you’d met so long ago was now defending your honor to his friends, was standing up for his mom, for his dad, for his family.

okay i'm trying to get through some of the requests. i apologize for not being as active, you know how fanfiction authors' lives go off the rails sometimes.

i'm going to try and post a few of these before my "taking some time off" announcement. i've got a big week coming up but know i am trying.

tag list: @ssamorganhotchner, @canuck-eh, @cr1minalskies, @xladyxdreamer

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner blurb #jack hotchner being a cutie #show your fangs hotch blurbs #show your fangs moments au #show your fangs writes #moments on ao3 #show your fangs asks #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner

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cursed-40k-thoughts · 4 months

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#ask #warhammer 40k #warhammer 40000 #Adeptus Mechanicus #Skitarii #Warhammer #Admech #The skitarii head from one of Celestial Fang's doodles #Celestial Fang

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attleboy · 4 months

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Pomni is so dog core. Ragatha throwing a stick and pomni just fetching it pls? -ADHD

okay i tried to merge some of these asks because you guys are great but you're all on a pretty similar wavelength hehe

#i must say 3 similar asks is not a lot in the grand scheme... i have like 5 asks for ragatha admiring pomni's fangs just sitting there #the amazing digital circus #tadc #pomni #jax #zooble #ragatha #tadc comic #my art #chompni

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zishuge · 27 days

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consider: evil boop but it's fang duobing yeeting a-fei into the pond during the cailian manor arc

LJLKJFDALFLASKDLASKJDFLASJFD

#mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #fang duobing #this is the silliest thing i've ever made lmaoo #i was like crying with laughter as i was animating that little paw #thank you for this truly asdlfkjasldkfjasldkfadslkj #asks #difeisheng #boop #*gifs:mine

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ask-uncle-fang · 2 months

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Do you read any fanfiction that includes you?

People write about us?? How exciting! I'll ask Lucius if he could read some to me.

#ofmd #ask fang

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fangbangerghoul · 5 months

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Hi fangbangerghoul, I just wanted to tell you that I'm really enjoying your Delgado from Starfield fanfic. I've read chapter 6 a few times, and aside from some confusion at first about the dialogue (there were times I wasn't sure whether Delgado or your character were talking) i really enjoyed it. I especially love the consideration of the power dynamic between the two characters, and the more realistic take on how Delgado as a pirate leader would behave. I work as a professional writer, and although I don't write creative works in the traditional sense (I do website copywriting and SEO-focused business-type articles) I feel like I can recognize good writing when I see it.

Thank you so much!!! I highly highly recommend reading the other chapters if you are interested! (chapter 3 was my personal favorite to write!)

I appreciate your kind words so so much! I've been struggling with writing chapter 7 cause I have been worried I won't be able to top the other chapters.

But if you get on ao3 I highly highly suggest to check out the rest of the story! Once I release the next 4 chapters it'll all start to tie together!

Thank you so so so so much for reading Fleeting Pleasures!!!

Also I am Delgado 4ever! I love him and how ruthless he can be. I'm so honored that you did too!

#starfield #delgado starfield #Ask #Ask Fang #Fang writes #That is so mf sweet of you

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house-of-slayterr · 2 years

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Can you do head cannons for The lost boys and a male or gn reader who writes horror stories and poems and stuff please? Thank you <3

I would love to Anon <3 I hope you don't mind if I do more than just the main boys. Also is He/They pronouns ok. That way I cover both of the typical pronouns from the genders you've requested.

Micheal found him first. It had only been a few weeks since Micheal met the boys. And he still had to gain their trust. He saw the writing in a leather notebook on the bench outside Video Max.

Micheal couldn't explain it, but he was drawn to him. He wasn't doing anything particularly interesting, but the mundaneness of the whole encounter made Micheal's heartache.

Micheal wouldn't approach on the first day, he would just observe for a while. Star would be the first to notice something was up with him back at the cave.

After asking him what's wrong, he would talk about them. Now, of course, David wouldn't understand the appeal. Micheal didn't describe anything special, just a person writing. But Star would smack him on the back of the head, she thinks it's cute that Micheal has found someone he finds interesting and wants to hear more.

When walking with Star and Laddie, Micheal would point him out when he saw him again. They were writing in the notebook again, but this time with a fancy quill. Laddie thought it looked funny and wanted to know what it was. Before either pair could stop him, the boy would be bounding over to where the mystery boy sat to ask him.

"What's that?" The boy would ask, startling them. But He'd give the young boy before him a gentle smile anyways. "It's called a quill, here, would you like to hold it?" Laddie would nod wildly and sit next to him. They would teach him how to hold it and even write his name. Laddie would be sad his handwriting wasn't as good.

Micheal and Star would be quick to apologise for Laddie's intrusion. Laddie would excitedly shove the notebook in their faces, showing them what he wrote. Star would take note of the words on the other pages.

"Did you write this?" She'd ask. "It's really good." He would try to be humble about it, not used to people reading his writing. Laddie would be sad that he couldn't read the "pretty cursive" and wanted to know what it says. So they would read the boy his poem.

That night when everyone was back at the cave, Laddie wouldn't shut up about Micheal's mystery person, so the boys took interest. "And then he read me this poem, Star called it that, about a man without a head. It was crazy!" Laddie would giggle. Dwayne would go into mama bear mode and wonder what kind of heathen would think that was an appropriate story to tell a child. Marko is already head over heels. A fellow artist would be exciting to have around. David, reading Marko's thoughts thinks it's interesting that two people in his little coven already have thoughts of turning this stranger.

Paul, however, is stoned out of his mind. "Are they cute?" is his only question.

When Micheal points him out on the boardwalk the next evening, Paul's question would be answered. Similar to Laddie, the boys can't stop him from approaching. "Hey there gorgeous, what you writing?" They would snort, finding his flirting attempt funny. "A poem..." He would ease Paul in slowly. "From the perspective of this man who is being eaten alive. It's about his last moments, and what it would feel like." Paul is hooked. Won't leave his side until he finishes writing the Poem.

The boys would gather around, interested to read the story as well. They introduce themselves, per Dwayne's request to "be civil" and as the notebook gets passed around, they each read a few of their stories. Dwayne is concerned by how macabre they all seem to be, he wonders if this stranger is a serial killer, or just really disturbed. But in an odd way, he respects it, how they aren't afraid to write about the taboo, how their words bring a sort of beauty to the subject.

"You've got a talent." Marko would compliment him. He wants to draw what they wrote. Better yet, he wants to know what it would be like if they experienced it first-hand. Would the reader run, watching him kill somebody, or would they capture the moment in memory, regaling it with their pen? Marko wants to see him squirm, but not in the way he would with a victim. They're far too interesting to kill now, he just wants to know how far their morbid curiosity goes.

David is at a loss for words. He certainly understands now why Micheal picked them out. He would be kinda proud of the half-vampire, spotting someone who could be so much fun. Of course, it helps that he found the reader easy on the eyes. They were handsome, with a sort of whimsy about them. David, similar to Marko, wanted to know if the reader had a breaking point or not. Could he handle his stories in real life?

Micheal and Star would be a bit worried, feeling for what they inevitably dragged them into. Maybe if they had another half-breed, they'd give them the courage to turn. With their way with words, Star knew they would be equally good at motivational speeches and pep talks. Which is exactly what she needed. Despite the subject matter of his stories, Star didn't feel scared around him. There was a warm undertone about them.

It was Paul's idea to invite the reader up to the cave. He lured the in with promises of good inspiration for their horror stories. Of course, it was foolish of him to accept this offer. The reader wouldn't ever leave that cave the same way again. But his stories would get more personal, writing the horror from the perspective of the monster for the first time.

An: Ahhh, I hope this was good. I don't know if it was exactly what you were looking for. I felt like writing something more platonic, but please if you want a romantic version let me know. There is always room for the second part in this list. Thanks for the ask Anon <3

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #paul tlb #marko tlb #dwayne tlb #micheal tlb #star tlb #laddie tlb #david tlb #Micheal Emmerson #Fang's headcannons #headcannons #ask fang

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saytr · 7 months

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so sooooo obsessed when u give chat fangs. they are canon in my heart …….

Canon in everyones heart <3

#crappy doodle #i am not good with digital #chat noir #ladybug #ladynoir #ask #anon #fangs

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lordzuuko · 1 year

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Finally decided to post my solo Jason Todd because he is the love of my life and I realized I never actually drew him by himself which obviously needed to be fixed. And yes, I read DC vs. Vampires and felt inspired! XD Print

#jason todd #red hood #batman #batfamily #batfam #my art #HE DID NOT DO IT SIR!!#I WAS THERE SDFDSFDSF #ugh i just want to draw this boy forever and ever please OTL #my beloved #you guys don't understand i legit have a crush on him it's kinda unhealthy AHHAHAHA #but i can't help myself why did they create this bitch in the first place ugh #not to be that person but jason is totally bruce wayne's favourite child #it's canon #jason looks good with fangs what a missed opportunity dc dammit #dick literally asked jason to be with him forever wtf

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hamliet · 2 months

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Do you have any thoughts on how RWBY handled the white fang storyline?

Unpopular opinion: it's decent?

Now, now, before people come at me with pitchforks: yes, it's overly simplified. The entire story is a fairy tale, though, so that's not out of place. It also complements the rest of the story thematically, and manages to incorporate nuance and complexity in despite the simplification of issues.

I think it's a mistake to look at the White Fang as a 1=1 of the real life struggles of marginalized groups. That said, there obviously are parallels, and so people aren't mistaken to note those. I just think it's not meant to be an instructional manual and shouldn't necessarily be viewed as one, but rather a conversation starter in some ways. And yes, those conversations can and should include critiques.

So I'll go over the points that I think it did well and how those ties into real life, but also specifically how they work for RWBY's overall story. This does not negate criticisms, especially those by marginalized groups.

In contrast to some other fictional depictions, RWBY actually is better as well because it avoids the number one pitfall of such issues: the X-Men fallacy. I've talked about this in terms of Attack on Titan before, but essentially it's the idea that the problem with depicting discrimination against superpowered people is that, well, there is a logical reason for people to be concerned about superpowers; hence, it almost justifies that very discrimination it seeks to condemn. This isn't present in the faunus/human divide. They are both capable of superpowers.

It also doesn't fall into another common pitfall: the idea that people have to be perfect to be victims of discrimination. The White Fang... has senselessly and cruelly murdered people; doesn't mean faunus discrimination isn't also cruel and senseless and doesn't justify it. And this is something that we do see in real life too--people trying to either completely whitewash the actions of radical anti-oppression movements, which can do awful things, or trying to use these awful things as evidence that these people deserve discrimination when really it's a result of rage and desperation at a society that refuses to give them anything. That doesn't justify the pain of the victims of the awful things (see, Weiss) but nor does it negate the righteousness of that anger.

It does portray the faunus as a fairly diverse group too, when fiction often portrays marginalized groups as a monolith. That's not true. People from one group have very different ideas about what liberation looks like, and what they want to achieve. People in marginalized groups are people, and they can be motivated by a variety of selfless principles and egotistical validation, and neither negate the other. See, Sienna vs. Ghira vs. Adam.

Now, of course within RWBY Ghira's more nonviolent principles more or less win out. That's because RWBY is again a fairy tale where you have to fight to live, but that also doesn't endorse violence. If you expected otherwise, wrong genre. Of course the real world is far more complex, but it's not as if there is no real world basis for this either. Peacemakers exist, and nonviolence has accomplished a lot before. Whether or not that's the be-all-end-all of the faunus struggle in RWBY isn't even clear, so I don't think it's intended to be the be-all-end-all preached moral as it applies to the real world either.

Story-wise, the White Fang functions as a Jungian shadow of society. If you do not take charge of your own life, you are letting others decide for you. The faunus who disagree with the White Fang take it back, because they have to acknowledge it to move forward in society. They have to integrate with it, and accept their own humanity: capable of good and what they might rather deny.

This faction--the faunus who don't like the White Fang--are represented in Ghira, who becomes passive and steps back from aspects of the movement. However, when Blake arrives in Menagerie, this changes, because Blake's entire arc is about integration. Ghira then becomes active, working for the rights of the faunus and for the White Fang to be better rather than simply disavowing the White Fang in an attempt to be a good person, because doing nothing isn't exactly good.

On a more character level, the White Fang exists for Blake's arc. Her Jungian archetype is the Shadow. Like, it's literally her semblance's name. Hence, the idea of the shadow is gonna be important. If you want more on this, @aspoonofsugar has written a meta on it here and another here.

So, for Blake, on a personal level the White Fang (especially under Adam) represents the parts of herself she doesn't like. The part that ran from her family. The part that is violent. And yet, she cannot abandon it or simply disavow it. No, the answer is instead:

We’re not going to destroy the White Fang. We’re going to take it back.

She has to integrate with it, take the good--the righteous anger, the focus on justice and equality.

The White Fang also comments on the microcosm/macrocosm of alchemy.

For the unaware, RWBY is an alchemical story, and the principles of alchemy are represented in the symbol for the philosopher's stone, as seen above. Microcosm: the smaller circle enclosing two people in the center who come together (hence chemical weddings). The square is the four elements: water, earth, fire, air. The triangle is body, heart, and mind. The larger circle is the macrocosm.

The Shadows for Blake on a personal level--microcosm--is Adam. The Shadow on a worldwide, big picture scale--the macrocosm--is the White Fang. Integrating with the shadow isn't only an individualistic endeavor, but also one that benefits society as a whole and brings life to the entire world. The main point of alchemy's philosopher's stone, which Blake, along with the rest of RWBY, are symbolically being transformed into.

I think the main issue with the White Fang, by the way, is its handling of Adam. Typically you don't kill the shadow, though I do think Blake kinda had no choice. Still, I don't think the show fully explored him.

Yet what does work with what we have is that Yang has to face Adam, Blake's shadow, to be with Blake. Yang losing her arm to Adam parallels her being upset about losing Blake to fear, because symbolically Blake can hurt her deeply in the way only a lover can. Blake has to stop running from her shadow and allow herself ot be known and seen by Yang to be with her.

#ask hamliet #rwby #rwby meta #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #white fang #adam taurus #bumbleby #sienna khan #ghira belladonna

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show-your-fangs · 10 months

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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

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.

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

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