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daisyvisions · 6 months ago

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What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie? | Octoberfest Day 1

➺ Pairing - ghostface!Jacob x neighbor! reader

➺ Drink - Cosmopolitan with a shot of schnapps (aka Neighbor!au x roleplaying)

➺ Summary - When an innocent prank goes wrong, what better way than to play along right?

➺ Word Count - 2.2K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), roleplaying, mask kink (obviously) masturbation (f! receiving), body worship, mirror sex, allusions to oral (m! receiving), cnc (there is a part where consent is seen but will still tag as such!), groping, dry humping, knife play? (it’s a plastic knife but yeah), pet name (sweetheart), friends to lovers (in a way), Scream movie references, let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Author’s note - Happy kinktober y’all! I never expected to write a Ghostface fic for Jacob but here I am and I am more than excited with how it turned out! Proofread once, hope you enjoy day 1 of our Octoberfest!

➺ Taglist - @deoboyznet @snowflakewhispers @midnightfantasiez

@momhwa-agenda @nyu-topia @jaminthemiddle

➺ OctoberFest Masterlist

"Uhm, are you sure you're doing okay over there?"

"Yeahp! Super. Doing j-just fine here," you mumble. Jacob raises his eyebrow, unconvinced by your response.

"Are you sure? Because if you want, we can totally change the movi—"

"No!" you impulsively shout, clearing your throat before composing yourself.

"We can watch. I'm not scared at all, trust me." You put on a fake smile before quickly turning your attention back to the movie.

"Okay then…" Jacob replies, his eyebrows subtly scrunched together as he tries to figure out why you've been acting weird ever since the movie started.

Jacob had invited you over tonight to watch Scream. Not only was it a tradition for the two of you since you've been long-time neighbors, but also to get into the Halloween spirit for your party tomorrow night. Usually, if you didn't like the movie or weren't in the mood, you would voice it out immediately. But for some reason, you couldn't sit still, as if something in your mind was troubling you.

Truth be told, you weren't scared of horror movies at all! In fact, Scream wasn't the first horror movie you've watched with Jacob. You've seen far scarier films than this. But there was a deep secret you had that you swore to yourself you would never tell any living soul… You had a crush on Ghostface.

It's not that you wanted to have a crush on him, okay? It just happened! The way his deep voice sounded over the phone, the whole prey and predator thing going on, and not to mention the mask… oh god, that mask. It was the anonymity of it all that made your knees turn into jelly. The thought of not knowing who was under the mask doing loads of naughty things to you.

It was making you incredibly hot and bothered. And Jacob seemed to notice that eventually as the movie played out. The way your thighs would press together when Ghostface would appear on screen, how you kept shifting your position too, and the way your cheeks blushed throughout the film?

Oh, you were definitely getting turned on by Ghostface, and Jacob had just the perfect idea in mind for tomorrow to get you to reveal your secret…

As soon as your Halloween party ended the next day, Jacob had offered to stay and help you clean up until everything was sorted out.

"Hey, I'm just gonna grab a few more plastic bags at mine. We ran out of some," Jacob says as you busy yourself with washing a few dishes.

"Sure! I'll be here," you reply.

"Great! I'll be back in a bit. Give me a moment." You hear your back door close as you continue cleaning up. A few minutes go by and you start to wonder where Jacob had gone. Since you live right next to each other, it wouldn't take that long to just get a couple of plastic bags for the garbage, right?

By the time you finish washing the dishes, you decide to go ahead and take a shower while waiting for Jacob to come back. Maybe he decided to shower too before coming back? Or maybe he couldn't find the plastic bags suddenly? Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear the phone downstairs ring.

Odd… Who could be calling this late at night? You think to yourself as you dry yourself off before wrapping a towel around your body and heading down. The phone doesn't stop ringing until you pick up to answer it.

"Hello?" you answer cautiously.

"Heard you had a great party tonight. Why wasn't I invited?" the deep male voice asks. At first, you're a little weirded out, but for some reason, the voice sounds familiar to you.

"Maybe you should've asked me to invite you. I would've said yes." You play along.

"Shame. It was that easy, huh?" The male voice chuckles. "Say, what's your favorite scary movie?" he asks you. Your eyes widen as the unknown caller's familiar question sinks into your head.

"W-well, I like Scream. You know, the guy with the white mask that goes slashing people left and right?" You slowly answer as you try to calm your heart from nearly beating out of your chest.

"Interesting…" The voice drops an octave lower. "Well, I hope you have a good night, sweetheart." The voice on the other line hangs up.

You take a moment to steady your breathing as you process what the fuck just happened. Maybe it was one of your party guests just trying to mess around with you; it is Halloween, after all. But suddenly, a loud clang of a pan ringing from the kitchen interrupts your thoughts, making your heart beat much faster than it did earlier.

You slowly walk over towards the kitchen, clutching your towel in your hands as you slowly peek into the room. The rush of adrenaline is not only pumping through your veins but also right down to your core.

This is ridiculous—you can't be turned on right now. What if this is a serious matter? You shake your ill-timed horny thoughts out of your mind as you keep walking. Maybe Jacob finally came back with those plastic bags. But when you enter the room, Jacob is nowhere to be found.

Okay, this is starting to get a bit creepy now. You start to back away from the kitchen door and run back upstairs to your room for safety. You stare at your door for a moment right after locking it shut, trying to assess the current situation. You’re too caught up in your own head you didn’t even notice the dark figure looming behind you.

"Gonna scream for me now?" The same voice from the phone whispers in your ear as you suddenly feel a fake plastic knife pressed against your neck and a hand covers your mouth. He was expecting to hear you shout out of fear but was met with an entirely unexpected reaction… Instead, you let out a loud whiny moan.

A long silence fills the room. You don't know if you want to dig a hole in the ground and bury yourself there or turn around to see who was behind you. But you're too embarrassed by what just happened, so you just stay frozen in place.

"I—uh. I can—" You can feel your throat drying up as you try to speak.

"Fuck… is that why you couldn't stay still last night?" his voice muffled through the mask. The question alone already telling you who it was behind the costume.

The thought of sweet Jacob under the mask, pretending to be Ghostface in this moment stirred a dark lustful desire within you in seconds. You wanted to see how far he was willing to take this, so you decided to play the part you've always dreamed of.

"No, p-please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel—" you innocently reply as you lean your body against Jacob's, feeling his manhood pressed up between your ass. You hear a faint groan coming from beneath the mask before Jacob wraps his arm around your waist, pressing your body further into his.

"Yeah?" Jacob whispers in your ear. "And what are you gonna do about it?" His hand snakes beneath your towel, groping the doughy flesh of your ass.

Thank god you couldn't hear the rapid heartbeat happening within Jacob's chest. This prank was never meant to go this far. But the moment you moaned like that? Your moan was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, not to mention the way your eyes were looking at his mask through the reflection of the mirror nearby.

The way your mouth hung slightly open, your knees slowly buckling as you pressed your thighs together? He nearly wanted to faint on the spot. It didn't help either that you were wearing nothing but a small towel, ready to fall off at any given moment. Jacob was more than ready to play along with you if it meant hearing you moan for him once more.

"I'll do anything you want! I swear, just please let me live." You look directly at the mask's mesh eye cutouts as you pretend to plead for your life. The pout on your lips was enough for Jacob to let out a small hum of approval. You always knew how to get him to do things for you.

"Alright, I'll let you live." Jacob unwraps his arms from around you. "First, I want you to face the mirror." You immediately follow his command.

"Good girl—" His praise sends shockwaves down to your core.

"Now drop the towel." At first, you're hesitant, and Jacob notices this immediately. "Is that okay?" You blush at the thought of Jacob breaking character just to make sure you're still alright with this. At the end of the day, he's still the sweet Jacob you've come to know and love.

You slowly nod your head in response and unfasten your towel, letting the damp material fall onto the ground as you look at your fully exposed body through the mirror. You wish you could see Jacob's reaction in real-time, but instead are met with Ghostface's unmoving mask.

"Just keep looking at the mirror. Alright?"

"I promise."

"Good." Jacob steps closer to your naked form, pressing your body against his again as his hands hold onto your shoulders first. Your mouth hangs open as you both watch his hands slowly touch the different parts of your body, waiting for his fingers to touch your most sensitive parts.

"So beautiful…" He mumbles as his hands start to grope your breasts, fiddling with your sensitive buds as you press your bare ass against his hard-on. He groans at the sensation, pinching your nipples before his hands start traveling down to your core.

He stops right above your core, enjoying the way you whine at his teasing before begging a "please" for him to continue. Jacob then dips his middle finger between your folds, already feeling the glove he’s wearing become damp with how wet you’ve become.

He continues to glide his finger until your body suddenly jolts in pleasure, indicating that he had found your throbbing clit. Jacob brings another finger in as he circles your sweet spot, watching how your eyes start to droop as you try to keep yourself from melting into his touch. Jacob couldn’t take it anymore. He had to know what you felt like otherwise he’d turn into an actual madman.

“Fuck this-” He stops rubbing your clit for a moment to remove the glove on his hand. He sees you’re about to protest against his action but beats you to it.

“For another time, wanna feel you come on my fingers okay?” Another time. You blush even further at the thought of having more intimate moments like this with him.

Jacob pockets the glove and immediately dives right back, collecting your wetness as he vigorously circles his fingers around your oh so pretty bundle of nerves before inserting his fingers in your tight entrance. He wastes no time curling and pumping his digits in and out of you, watching you struggle to keep yourself upright as the wet sounds of your cunt alone with your insatiable moans echo through the room.

You velvety walls start the clamp onto his fingers, gripping them like there’s no tomorrow as your high approaches fast. You suddenly feel Jacob’s other hand hold onto your hips as he rubs his covered cock between your ass.

You scream the moment you feel that rope in your abdomen snap violently as you reach your high, your body spasming from how hard you’ve just came on his fingers. You hear a loud grunt from beneath the mask as Jacob’s thrust still, his heavy breathing that he too had reached his own high.

As you both catch your breath, you finally turn around to face Jacob, caressing his mask before leaving a light kiss on the plastic covering his face. You look down for a moment and spot a wet patch appearing onto his costume, making you giggle at the sight.

“Do you need help with that?” You look up at Jacob with heavy lidded eyes.

“No, it’s alright.” His normal voice reassuring you this time. You take a step closer towards him, placing your hand on his chest and slowly gliding it down until your fingertips graze his semi-hard member. His breath hitches at the touch, his dick pulsating against your hand as looks into your eyes.

“You sure? I mean… there’s still a sequel that I’m part of right?” You tease as you tighten your grip on his cock. Jacob lets out a small whimper, now finding himself struggling to stand still as you touch him in return.

“Y-yeah, there is…” he gulps down as you continue to touch him.

“Good.” You push him down onto the edge of your bed as you kneel in front of him, your eyes becoming dark with lust as you smirk.

“Now sit back and watch me. I wanna hear you scream for me once I'm done with you.”

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xzaddyzanakinx · 1 year ago

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| Not Yet |part two

An Anakin Skvwalker X FemReader Oneshot

18+ MNDI

Warnings: Eventual Somnophilia, Cockwarming, oral, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, CNC, dacryphilia, name calling, choking, maybe more?? Idk

Aggression, anger, biting, pinching,

Info: Unburned Anakin, Darth Vader Anakin - No Mask, Established Relationship, Anakin is broody but but he adores you, He destroys something of yours and he’s not sorry.

Personal Headcanon that I let leak into this fic very slightly: Anakin is gross. He is so nasty during sex and I love it. Makes me absolutely feral.

Anakin POV

She’d come to find me, I could hear her in the hall just outside my office. She knew me well enough to realize I’d bury myself in work to avoid confrontation with her.

Just as I thought I’d be met with an angry fist rattling the metal door, I heard her walk away. I reached out through the Force, just to feel her, make sure she was okay.

Guilt, she felt guilty. Because of me.

I signed, letting my head drop onto my desk and turning to look at that stupid fucking mask. Taunting me with its unforgiving hollow eyes.

Was it really worth it? The power, the fortune? Is it worth it if this is what becomes of me?

What if one day I put on that helmet, and it stays on even after I take it off? Is it even a facade anymore?

No. I’m still me. The Great Lord Vader, would never sit at his desk twirling a pencil in the air as a distraction from the tears streaking his face. I’m still human.

I am. I’m still human, humans make mistakes.

I stepped into the living room, ears on high alert. It’s 2:00 am and if I woke her up now she’d be even more angry at me.

I folded my outer robe and sat my helmet on the couch. Running my hands down my chest to smooth out the wrinkles in my pajama shirt from the heavy fabric that had crumpled it.

Not that I cared, I was just wasting time. Trying to brace myself for the potential of the nearest object to her being chucked in my direction. I’ve seen her angry, but never like this. This was a different kind of angry, it was hurt and sadness disguised as anger.

I couldn’t feel her waking presence, so she must’ve been sleeping. It felt like I’d been knocked down a few notches when I realized she’d fallen asleep alone. In all three years we’ve been Lord Vader and his Empress, I’d never been late enough to miss a goodnight kiss.

I walked cautiously to the bedroom, standing in the door way and watching her gentle breathing. She always looked so serene like this, unblemished, unburdened, pure bright light against the blackness.

I ground my knuckles into my eyes until I saw spotted colors, wiping my nose on the back of my hand. A few stray tears had made their appearance again at the sight of her lying there alone.

I contemplated sleeping on the couch. Maybe she didn’t want me to join her, she always waited up for me.

‘No. She was upset, she was just tired.’ I told myself as I walked around to my side of the bed, but I was quickly proved wrong.

Is that?

That fucking bitch.

Her pink vibrator was laying on my pillow. She’d fucked my pussy without my permission.

How did she even find that?

It stayed put away, for this exact reason. She knew the rules, she knows I’m the only one who can use that on her. Yet here she is, blatantly disobeying me, flaunting it. She purposefully left it on my pillow.

No worries. I can make sure this never happens again. My hand shot out to grab the vibrator as it flew through the air, upon impact with my palm I closed my fingers around it until I heard it snap.

The shards of plastic and torn silicone felt to the floor and scattered in pieces. It must’ve been loud enough to startle her because she shifted her body and I stood as still as possible. Despite what I’d just done, I didn’t want to wake her.

My eyes locked on her leg as it moved and flopped to the side limply. I thought maybe I was seeing things, but as I double checked my mouth watered.

She’d fallen asleep without putting her panties back on. Her pussy still coated in her arousal, the soft starlight shining through the window cast an ethereal glow on her lower half. As if the gods themselves were encouraging me to have a taste.

| flash back |

Panting I picked up the pace and changed angles ever so slightly. “All you can do is drool for me?”

Once again, no answer.

“Say my name,” I laughed at her loudly watching her struggle “I’ll stop right now princess. You know I will.”

I slowed my movements before she finally spoke, “No! No pl-please don’t stop.”

“Let everyone know who’s pussy this is hmm?” I teased her collarbone with my tongue, nipping at the thin skin.

“Yours. Anakin it’s yours.”

“Fucking right it’s mine. You know what I do with what’s mine?” I growled lowly flicking her earlobe with the tip of my tongue.

“Y-you take it wh-when you want, whenever you wa-want.” She barely managed to choke out the words I’d been waiting to hear.

“Whenever I want. You’d let me fuck you awake huh? Get this pretty pussy dripping before you even know what’s happening.” The mental image flashing in my mind was nothing less than unholy.

“Fu-huck, baby you want that? Pussy’s squeezing me so tight.” I groaned, resting my forehead on hers.

She nodded, trying to pull me closer for a kiss but I stopped her.

“You want that? Want me to fill you up while you’re out cold? Say it. I need to hear you say it!” My tone was demanding, now that the thought had crossed my mind I desperately wanted confirmation that she’d be okay with it.

Her hot breath ghosted my lips and I leaned in, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth and pulling gently. A strangled whine of ‘oh god yes’ rolled out of her straight into my mouth and damn me to hell if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

| end flashback |

I shook the memory away, clearing my head to truly weigh my options here. Go to bed, or take what’s been offered to me?

My dick made the choice for me, it’s hardness becoming uncomfortable to the point that I was stripping my clothes before I even realized I was doing it.

I tip-toed to the bed, carefully assessing just how deep in sleep she was. Feather light touches along her calves turned into lips on her thighs. Tongue gliding along the smooth flesh on her inner thigh, I stopped where her leg and pussy meet, pressing my nose into the crease and inhaling deeply.

Her scent had me salivating, I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have a taste.

I laid my tongue flat against her folds, gathering up as much of her slick as possible just to swallow it all down with a satisfied smile… she didn’t even flinch. I delved back between her folds lapping at every centimeter I could. Leaving no place untouched, no part of her neglected by my tongue’s caress.

Getting alittle braver at her lack of response I pushed my luck. Pressing my nose against her sensitive clit, already beginning to swell from my touch. My tongue slithering into her entrance, I couldn’t help but groan as the warm wetness dripped down my chin.

Her hips moved suddenly and I found myself holding my breath, fully expecting her to jump up and smack me, but she didn’t. I waited a moment, watching carefully before returning to the task at hand.

The moment my lips suctioned on her perfect little clit she moved again, no… not just moving.

She was trying to fuck my mouth. God she’s perfect. Even in her sleep she’s desperate for me.

I decided to go a bit further, slipping one finger between her folds followed soon after by a second. She was so wet that it hardly took any effort at all to finger fuck her, my finger tips hooked and dragging against the spongy spot inside her.

A whimper escaped her lips and I just had to have her back in my mouth. I pinched the top of her clit, pulling it up gently to roll it between my fingers while flicking my tongue across it. Alternating with gentle suckling until she ground her hips against me.

Her walls clamped down on my fingers and I knew she was close, I sped up my fingers, applying pressure as I massaged her hole. Keeping her clit between my fingers and at the mercy of my relentless tongue.

Before I had time to react, my face and hands were dripping, my mouth coated in her juices.

Did she just?

“Oh fuck.” My cock jumped when I realized what happened, she’d squirted, all over me, all over the sheets. It left a gorgeous little puddle on the bed beneath her.

No drop went to waste, I cleaned my chin with my tongue, savoring it. My cock rocking into my slick fist while I slipped my middle finger past her lips, she deserved to taste some of that hard work didn’t she?

What was left on my hands I licked from my palms and sucked each finger clean, running my hands over my chest and stomach for good measure.

I lined up with her, my cock barely brushing against her folds already had me weak in the knees. I could’ve unloaded into her the moment my head was enveloped by her soaked pussy. The squelch as I pushed deeper into her was obscene, disgustingly delicious.

As slowly as I could bear I finally sheathed myself within her, her eyes fluttered open momentarily before shutting again so I completely stilled all my movements. My cock practically grew a mind of its own, as hard as I tried to stay still my hips rocked into her anyway.

She moaned, a full, throaty moan when she jerked under the stimulation of my tongue sliding along the underside of her jaw. My cock twitched and I had to squeeze my eyes shut tightly, stopping my movements again as that familiar white hot feeling tried to envelop me much to early.

“N-no. No. Not yet.” I whimpered, close to tears as I tried to hold it in. “Not yet. Not yet.”

“God fuckin’ damnit!” I slammed my fist into the wall, not caring when the noise made her jolt, I was too busy pumping her full of my cum. The sticky substance dripping out, I watched closely where our bodies met, mesmerized by the sight of it.

“Shh-shit fuck.” I groaned, my dick throbbing painfully, every second I was fully sheathed in her like this was as if I stood on the property line of heaven and hell. Giving myself as much time to recover as I could stand too.

I couldn’t keep torturing myself like this, so I gave up on being gentle enough to keep her asleep. I sped up every so often, trying not to startle her to much when she began to wake up.

I concentrated on sloppy kisses across her shoulder, caressing those perfectly perky nipples to draw out an angelic whimper from her plump lips.

Fuck. Those lips.

Passionately I let my tongue graze her bottom lip, nipping it between my teeth. Her eyes fluttered again as she subconsciously tried to kiss me back. I must’ve moaned too loud or gripped her waist too tightly because her eyebrows furrowed and she sleepily opened her eyes.

“W-what’s? You’re back?” She managed to get those few words out as her lips were still trapped under mine.

“Mhm, I’m back princess.” I let one hand come up to cradle the back of her neck, tipping her head back for easier access to the tenderness of her throat.

“Why- what’s are you d-doin’ Ani?” She moaned, still not fully awake, so I thrust a bit harder and watched as realization washed over her face.

“Shh shh baby it’s okay. Jus’ taking care of you.” I guided my other arm beneath her waist to pull her into me.

“Wanted t-to say sorry. To make it up to you,” her cunt clenched tightly at my words, “fuck baby you can’t be doing that, don’t wanna cum.”

She slowly returned to the land of the living, her moans growing louder with each slap of my balls against her ass.

“Hear that baby? You made a mess for me.” My voice deep and gravely in her ear, the nasty *shlick* of each thrust being audible made it hard to keep focus.

“Did? I did?” She questioned.

“God yes baby, fucking drowned me, you tasted so sweet.” I began to ramble off nonsense to her, my brain getting fuzzy.

“Ah- huh… Anakin” her words cut short, whatever she was saying got swept away as her orgasm stole her breath.

Her chest heaving, tits bouncing as I pounded into her. Eyes becoming unfocused as her pupils dilated and her legs wrapped around me shakily.

“Fucking squeezing me so tight.” If I clenched my teeth together any harder I might break a tooth.

I slid my arm from under her feeling the hills and valleys of her curves on its way to her tender neck. Giving a gentle squeeze on either side of her throat, just hard enough to make her vision go blurry.

“Ani- please.” Her mouth hung open wide, eyes looking up through her lashes at me.

“What is it princess? I’ll give you anything baby.” I lifted my other hand and gripped the head board firmly to leverage myself as I change pace to relentlessly pound into her.

“Need more.” She whined, digging her fingers into my biceps as she held on.

She yelped at the sudden change and her cunt fluttered around my cock, my thrusts faltering slightly as I felt myself get closer. I watched her eyes roll back, enjoying the way her face twitched as I rubbed harsh circles into her clit via the Force.

“You forgive me baby?” Innocent enough that she wouldn’t question my motives.

“O’course.” She groaned beneath me as a tightened my grip on her neck.

“Good.” I growled, “now I don’t have to feel guilty about doing this.”

“Huh?” She was confused and I laughed at her contorted face.

“Huh? What do you mean huh?” I moved my hand from her throat to grip her chin and force her to look at me.

“You fucked this pussy without asking didn’t you?” There was no answer, just a look of lustful fear in her eyes.

“Was it better than this? Could that fucking piece of plastic make you feel like this?” I shook her chin, digging in my fingers.

“N-no it was-wasn’t even close.” She stuttered looking to her right, expecting to see the pink vibrator.

“Shhh it’s okay baby. I made sure you’ll never have to worry about that piece of shit again.”

Her eyebrows knitted together looking at me confused. So I decided to do something alittle creative.

“Wanna see?” I asked, condescending tone sneaking into my words. I didn’t wait for an answer, I just reached behind myself and called the broken pieces to hover above her face.

“Who’s the only one who can make your pussy feel like this huh? Make you cum on their face in their fucking sleep?” I shook her chin again, leaning back slightly to change the angle of my thrusts.

“So cock-drunk you can’t talk?” Her eyes rolled back in her head as her pussy spasmed around me.

“Oh… gods.” She tried to speak but that’s all she got out.

“Fucking answer me!” I shouted, sending the plastic shards straight into the wall where they stuck in the metal.

“An-Anakin m’ so sorry.” She sniffled under the intensity of everything I was doing.

“Look at you, pathetic.” I laughed at her tears as she tried to wipe them away.

“No. No leave them. Wanna see how sorry you are princess.”

I drew back my hand as she tilted her head back to moan loudly, taking the opportunity to slap the shit out of her just to hear her squeal.

“Je-Jesus. You liked that?” Her body shook and I felt a new gush of slick coat my cock.

She nodded fervently, eyes begging for more. So I gripped her throat at the base squeezing tightly and watching her eyes cross as I pinched her clit with the Force.

My hand drew back… and I suddenly had a wicked idea. Bringing my palm to my opposite shoulder preparing to give her the hardest back handed smack she’ll ever receive. As soon as my knuckles made contact with her cheek she produced a noise I’d never heard her make before, an animalistic groan that shot electricity straight to my dick.

“G-god damn.” I watched her body convulse under my touch, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, she came with a loud shriek that forced me to cover her mouth quickly.

“Y-you… oh fuck.” My teeth clicked together as I felt my resolve slipping. “Look at those pretty tears. Crying for me while you take my cock so well.”

I leaned down to lick the salty tears from her face, paying extra attention to her red hot cheek, soothing it with sloppy open mouthed kisses.

“God this cunt, this perfect little cunt.” My hips grinding against hers as I let the dam break feeling my cock twitch deep inside her. Babbling incoherent nonsense into her shoulder as I shuddered against her.

“Fuckin’ dream about it, god I’d fucking live in it if you’d let me.”

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abs-2020 · 4 months ago

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The Big Bad Wolf (revamp)

Kakashi Hatake x (fem) reader

What exactly had happened for you to end

up getting caught in such a sticky and sick situation? Was god punishing you for having lived such a depraved and sinful life? Was he punishing you for having taken to many lives? What had you done to get caught in the unforgiving jaws of an apex predator such as him? Why him? Why the Big Bad Wolf? Why kakashi hatake? Why was he hunting you? And why can’t you escape?

Warnings for the series: CNC/Stalking/Non-Con/Dub-Con/SLOW BURN/slight enemies to lovers/hate fucking/oral/knife play/bondage/pet names/gore/P in V/again STALKING/public sex/forced orgasms/creampies/oral(M and F receiving)/use of alcohol/its just gonna be dark yall idk what else to put here/

Enjoy ;)

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“Oh god-“

Huffed breaths filled your ears as you starred up at the ceiling above you. ‘22, 23, 24, 25-’

“I’m gonna-“

Drops of sweat fell onto your nude body as the constant sound of the wooden baseboard hitting the wall behind it, filled your ears. ‘26, 27, 28-’ a guttural grunt would fill the room.

“CuM!”

the sweaty man above you quickly pulled himself from inside of you. ‘29.’ A deep sigh would escape you, Your dead eyes remained on the cream colored ceiling above you.

“I’m pretty good huh?”

‘Worse than average’

Shaky, sweaty, arms caged you, sinking into the mattress beneath you. The man above you lifting his head to face from the croon of your neck to face you, you had to hold back a grimace. he was covered in a thick sheen of sweat, like a pig in the summer heat. Numerous droplets fell from his sweat soaked hair and onto your forehead. You’d almost cringed at the feeling. His face was tomato red, literally.

“Uh- yeah.”

You’d smile, the emotion not quite reaching your (E/C) orbs. ‘Best 29 seconds of my life!’ Is what you’d wanted to say. Sarcastically of course, But you kept your mouth shut.

“Ah- good.”

The man would groan quickly plopping himself onto the bed next to you. Immediately Soaking his poor sheets with a pool of sweat. His bed creaked horrendously under his weight. And You’d found yourself starring at the cream ceiling once more. Eyes and face expressionless, dead. You shut your eyes before sighing once more ‘leave’.

“Hey I think I’m gonna hea-“

You were abruptly cut off by a loud snore, your eyes shot open in disbelief, hastily you turned your head to the right. He was out cold, face first into the mattress. He’d passed out…’with the condom still on.’ Anyone else would’ve been disappointed, dissatisfied, and probably feeling a bit insecure. But the scene before you had your pink lips thinning into a side grin. The sex may have been a let down, ‘like always’ but this, the sight before you made up for it. Or did it?

Quietly you’d shut the door behind yourself making sure not to wake the man. Although The chances of him waking any time soon were quite slim. A scoff left your throat at the thought. ‘29 seconds makes you that tired?’

You’d suck in a sharp breath, the cool air nipping your skin. At least that made you feel something, It was February, the December and January snow just starting to melt. With furrowed brows you took the white and red mask from the cargo of your pockets and secured the familiar plastic onto your face. In the blink of an eye you were off, just as fast as you had came you had left, Not even giving the apartment a second glance as you disappeared into the night.

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“Im sorry you want me to what?”

You’d throw yourself up from your kneeling position on the floor, your brows quickly furrowing in confusion, shock plastering your hard facial features. You were bewildered. Of course the Hokage couldn’t see your perplexed expression behind your Anbu mask. That was probably one of the best parts of the job, you were practically faceless. Emotionless. Mysterious. Dead even.

“This is an order.” Sarutobi would grumble.

“Saru- Lord! You want me to go on a mission with Kakashi hatake?” You’d repeat Sarutobis words back to him, trying to keep the edge from them. very rarely did you argue a missions, a direct on from the Hokage at that.

“That is what I said isn’t it?”

Sarutobi would smirk, your nose pinching underneath your mask at the sight of his smirk. Cautiously you’d take a pleading step closer to the Hokages desk.

“Lord if I may, with the upmost respect, I don’t think this is a good idea-“ you’d bite your tongue. “I haven’t been on a mission with Hatake s-since-“

Sarutobi would lower his head his hat casting a dark shadow over his face, his eyes getting cut from your field of vision.

“Since Rin Nohara died.”

Your whole body seemed to twitch at the Hokages words, your fingers subconsciously tapping against the material of your Anbu uniform. Memories of that day flashing before your eyes your taps getting more aggressive.

‘Yes.’

“I understand your concern (Y/N) but this is Kakashis last Anbu mission. And I would like you to accompany him. This is a direct order.” Sarutobi would stare

You’d wanted to keep protesting, keep fighting back at this mission. Argue that someone else would be a better option. But this was a direct order, a law, your law. You had no choice but to comply. You’d furrow your brows before asking one last question.

“Does he know it’s me?”

Sarutobi would grumble a response. “He knows he has another high ranking Anbu member joining him. That is it.”

And just like that all the weight was lifted off of your body. A small sense of security putting you at ease.‘thank god’.

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You sat behind the bark of a thick tree, your fingers Tapping against the skin of your scraped up knees in an anxious manner. A habit you’d formed and never been able to break. The sudden sound of an energetic and familiar voice interrupted your perturbed thoughts.

“Good morning you two! I have a surprise for the both of you!”

“Oh? What is it sensei?!” A little girl would question in a glee filled tone. You could practically hear the smile in her worlds. It was Rin

A moment of silence passed. Minato said there was another student, a boy. Kakashi. He had No response to the announcement of a ‘surprise’.

Your brows furrowed even more. An odd and unsettling anticipation filling the small training ground.

“Okay (Y/N) you can come out now.”

You’d frown at the sound of those words, shakily standing from your place on the floor and revealing yourself from behind the tree. Your pointer finger roughly tapped against your cargo shorts. You were met with a bright yellow aura and a toothy white smile. ‘Minato’ you’d look behind him seeing two other familiar 13 year olds. One looked kind, and the other? Well.. he looked as inviting as ever. Your brows knotted having furrowed as much as possible.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N)! She’ll be joining our team.”

You were meant to replace obito. That was all.

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A groan small groan would erupt from your throat, whatever paper you’d had on your desk now nothing but a crumpled piece of trash. Your face fell into your hands, you understood you were an Anbu, An elite force, an elite person. You knew that. But ‘of all people why put me on a mission with Hatake?’ That the thought rung through your head. Surely his new team member Itachi would’ve been a much better choice right? Itachi was a unit his skills sure to exceed yours one day if not now, there was also the fact that kakashi would’ve at least known it was Itachi. He was going to have no idea who you were, at least you hoped No idea at all. That could easily put the mission at risk, put a strain on your teamwork.

A buzz erupting from your pocket had your thoughts coming to a complete halt. Sluggishly you lifted your head from your palms and pulled your phone from your pocket, the screen illuminating your face.

‘Your mission starts in 2 hours’

Your throat clenched. And your grins around the device tightened, if you’d been angrier you’re sure your phone would’ve crumbled in your hand that instant.

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“Hello, kakashi hatake.”

‘I know who you are.’

‘Act cool.’

‘He won’t know it’s you.’

‘It wasn’t my fault.’

‘Don’t be weird.’

‘Fuck he knows it’s me.’

A firm, lengthy, and pale hand was placed In front of you. Between you.

“And you?”

Behind the mask Your eyes flicked between hatakes hand and the dirt. Then between his hand and face. His voice was softer than you remembered, but somewhere in that velvety voice was a hint of something that sounded burdened of a million things. Something hoarse and thick, something that screamed for help. Your lips pursed as you studied the grey haired man. Amidst your analyzing you noticed his shoulders, they were tight and tense, but so was the rest of the unfamiliarly tall man that you’d used to know standing before you. It shouldn’t have been as big as surprise as it was to see him so different, less cocky.. less arrogant. Then again the last time you’d seen him had been..

“Just an Anbu.”

Your voice was curt, cutting through the tick and tense air you’d built around yourself. You did your best at forcing your vocals to sound higher than normal. You were going to take every precaution you could to make sure Kakashi didn’t find out or even begin to guess that it was you behind the fox mask. Your lips pursed behind the mask and then thinned your fingers tapping against the thick cargo material of your pants. Kakashis expression remained the same, far from bothered by your answer. The Anbu and its people were full of secrets, you were no exception. You’d do what you could to remain a woman hidden behind a mask.

Kakashi nodded a small ‘hmm’ leaving his lips in approval or disapproval you weren’t sure. After that he pulled his mask from his pocket and placed it onto his own face. both of you now hidden behind masks.

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So far the mission has gone smoothly, so far. Hokage had never told you of Might guy and a few other ninja joining in on the mission. That bothered you, rubbed you the wrong way. They were unaware of the real mission. Unaware of you and Hatake peering on them, stalking from the shadows. You and Kakashi had been silent only speaking to each other when completely necessary, and that was exactly how you had wanted it. The less communication the better, the less likely he was to figure you out.

In the silence of the leaves rustling and the wind blowing against you, the only sound that filled the quiet air as you both perched onto the tree branch was you tapping your fingers against your pants.

“In a way this symbolizes the Anbu perfectly..” kakashi muttered with a dry sigh.

You eyes widened your head flicking towards kakashi.

“..They sit out in the sun and enjoy a hot pot together. While we sit in the shadows and eat food pills.”

‘We are the shadows’

Kakashi’s eyes trailed down to your hands, your eyes following. Food pills. You hadn’t even realized you’d pulled out your pouch of food pills, but that must’ve been what got him talking.

“I don’t mind, it’s easier this way.” ‘Much easier, there’s no need to make connections.’ You responded, straining your vocals. “Why? Do you yearn for something different Hatake?”

Your gaze traveled beyond the mask they were hidden behind and pierced kakashi. You watched him shuffle at your question, then turn his head away returning to somber silence.

‘You do.’

You hummed, his silence was an answer in itself, the only answer you needed. Quickly you took your gaze from kakashi and stared forward.

“Best get going, got to rendezvous.” Was the last thing you said before pushing yourself from the branch.

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The sun was bright. dry heat engulfed you and clung to the inside of your throat making it dry and scratchy. It was unpleasant, uncomfortable, but when was anything in life anything but that? I mean for gods sakes you were here, on a mission with the last man you wanted to be within 5inches of. And you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been zoned out complaining to yourself internally about the situation you were in. That was until a chorus of Laugher brought you back to reality. Kakashi jumped into action without giving you a single warning

“dickwad-!” You whispered angrily

immediately you followed after him both of you placing yourselves In front of Guy and the other ninja you’d been watching for the past two days.

“Well take it from here.” Kakashi’s commanded, his tone was different from before, stern, hard, nothing soft about it, not in any was similar to the way her sounded the couple of times he’d spoke throughout the mission. “You guys get away from here.”

Guy had protested in some manner but you’d been too distracted by the sudden stampede of boulders that were falling towards you. The ground rumbled beneath your feet, and you raised your hands seconds away from acting and despite your speed kakashi was quicker, much quicker. Within seconds a wall had been built between you, the foe, and the boulders. However not a second was wasted, you and Kakashi were quick to act bringing death to every foe that lied in your paths. It was effortless, putting an end to peoples lives was probably the thing you were best at in yours.

But a flash of light had your head snapping its direction, a loud static crackle following after it, making your eardrums ring. Kakashi’s Chiridoi. Your heart stopped and your feet stumbled against the dirt of the ground. ‘No-‘ your attention was quickly turned from the ninja In front of you as you watched the scene before you as if it was in slow motion. Flashes of the past, of Rin, of that mission mixing with the reality In front of you ‘save her’ Your knees wobbled as Kakashi’s hand struck rins- no the foes- stomach and ripped through her another flash of light following as he breached her skin. You felt your stomach turn and your body reach for Rin…

“-No-!”

The sound of skin and clothes ripping brought you back to reality a sharp pain ripping through your side forcing you to suck in a sharp breath. It wasn’t real. Your head turned from where your mind had just toyed with you and back to the ninja in front of you.

You gritted your teeth at the sight before you, a kunai was lodged into your abdomen his hand gripping its handle like a vice pushing the blade deeper into you, trying to cause as much discomfort as possible. A harsh line formed between your brows beneath the mask, drops of sweat falling from your forehead. You thinned your lips and pulled a Kunai from your sleeve plunging it into the man’s stomach with the same force he had yours, he stampeded and released the Kunai sticking from your abdomen. You seethed, angry at yourself for letting your mind trick you, and for letting your gaurd down. You gracefully took this opportunity to put both hands on the Kunai you’d lodged into his stomach and forced the blade up, a guttural scream filled the air, blood immediately seeping into the fabric of his clothes and painting your hands red. You released the Kunai and flicked him away, He coughed, blood splattered from his mouth freckling onto your mask as he stumbled backwards. He coughed again, falling to the ground with a harsh thump, his hands gripping the kunai now lodged into his chest. Horror filled his eyes as they bulged from his skull, It was over. He was over, he knew it.

Your bloodied hands reached for the kunai that penetrated your skin, pulling it from you wasn’t an option. That risked bleeding out, you just had to leave it till you were back at the village and were able to revive the help you needed. The thought had a sour scowl painting your features.

What had felt like minutes had only taken seconds, every enemy had fallen to the ground one of them beneath Kakashi’s feet, the grey haired ninja pressing his toes into the foes throat. You watched the man claw at Kakashi’s foot, pleading, begging for his life. However in the Anbu there was no forgiveness or mercy. Kakashi was his grim reaper. Like butter Kakasi pulled a kunai from his waist band the blade reflecting against the sun casting a god like shadow around kakashi, but an unholy one for the man behanth him. The man pleaded. Kakashi lifted his arm and did what most couldn’t.

You jumped from body to body, making sure each and every foe was dead, if they weren’t then they soon would be. That was your job. That was the Anbu. You’d reached the last man on the floor, he was still breathing, making a messy attempt to push you away stuttered words and protests falling from his red lips. You lifted your bloody Kunai, ‘Last one.’

“HEY! What do you think you’re doing? Stop that!” An angry and breathy voice cut your actions off, Guy.

You lifted your head towards guy and finished your deed without a second thought or glance. Guys nostrils were flaring like a bull and his face was red. He stomped towards you but kakashi was quick to get In front of you.

“Our mission.”

There it was, the cold and harsh tone you remember. However it was much colder, much harsher and something deeper and angrier lied laced within his words. Something caged.

And then there it was, the look of fear, terror and awe from guy. A look that said a million things and only one at the same time. A look that said ‘you aren’t human’ because how could a human kill so easily so effortlessly? Maybe that was how you deserved to be looked at. Maybe that was your punishment for being so good and such a sinful thing. Your damnation.

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“We’re going out for drinks, celebrating, Would you like to join us?” Kurenai spoke from the left of you, she was a soft spoken woman. Gentle and kind.

It took you a moment to register her words a bowl full of oats placed on the table you leaned against. You tapped your fingers against the warm bowl in thought.

“I’m not sure.” Your eyes stayed focused on the food infront of you. “Who’s all going?” finally you looked up at the woman, someone you’d grown up with.

“All of us, just like old times.” Kurenai smiled warmly her eyes shutting as she did so. “Asuma, Guy, me..” she paused and smiled ever brighter. “Even Kakashi is joining us. Isn’t that amazing? It took a lot of convincing, but now that he’s no longer part of the Anbu I think a lot of stress has been lifted from his shoulders. Guy is very excited.”

You gave a small smile at the news, pretending as if you hadn’t heard it. You knew kakashi was no longer an Anbu, the mission you’d been sent on with him had been his last and final mission. You really had thought about going, debated it quite thoroughly, but hearing that kakashi would be going was an immediate ‘no’ for you. So you lied.

“Kurenai that’s so sweet of you to invite me, but I got a lot of paper work to catch up on. Maybe some other time?” You gave a warm smile, a real smile. It was very rarely that you were invited places. You really were glad she’d invited you. Stoked really, but, Kakashi being there was just an immediate no. You’d avoided him for years after Rin died. What had happened was your fault a terrible accident, and everythingfell apart was just much too awkward after that.

You could see the disappointment in Kurenai’s eyes, see the creases of worry that painted her face. And still you smiled as if you could not see.

“I’ll tell everyone you said ‘hi’.”

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The smell of liquor and smoke filled your lungs, the taste of sweat in the air and on your tongue. Trashy music blasting from the speakers had the ground beneath your feet shaking, pebbles and leaves bouncing to the beat of the music, the sound of laughter, yelling and glasses clinking filled your ears as you stepped into the old and dirty club. It had only been a day since your mission, but a familiar need of arousal had overcome you. Usually you didn’t ‘target’ people in the village, that would’ve caused too much drama. However, if you found a man drunk enough and single enough you used a little genjutsu and he’d never know it was you. And as wrong as it was your morals had been thrown out the window the day you decided to join the Anbu. You knew you were depraved, destined for the bloody damnation of hell. God, satan and all their minions knew it the day you were born. Some, if they knew of the things you’ve done, did, and how often, would call you a whore. Tell you “you’re for the streets” But in reality you were searching for something exquisite, something that you’d found only to be written in books. You were searching for an escape someone, or something to end the never ending ache that constantly snaked its way between your thighs. You searched for the pleasure that the poetry you read described and expounded. You wanted to know if it was just fairytale.. and so far? It was. Your fingers and books brought your more pleasure than any man ever had.

You took a couple more steps into the club, searching for your next test subject as you did so.

“(Y/N)?!” A few gasps followed after the shout of your name. “You came?! Ah! I knew you’d show!”

Kurenai. Your heart sank. Why the fuck did they choose this club? In fact why a club over a bar? Your teeth almost broke from the sheer force of your jaw as your teeth clenched. You’d hoped you just imagined her voice, but that just wasn’t reality. You weren’t that lucky of a person, You walking into the same club they’d chosen was reality. Slowly you turned your head, your body stiffly following soon after.

“Kurenai! Of course I’d come!..I finished my paper work early and thought, oh wooow, looks like I can come celebrate with the old gang.”

You’d swing your forearm and first across your chest in a ‘yippie’ motion a strained smile painting your face. You forced yourself towards their table your eyes scanning the faces of all your old ‘pals’ Guy, Asuma, Kurenai, and ‘kakashi’ you immediately averted your eyes from his, looking back to the raven haired woman. An unnerving chill creeping up your spine as you sat at the table. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.’ You watched Kurenais face contort with confusion, Asuma looking at her with concern.

“Hey, wait- (Y/N) I never told you which club we were going to? Or that we’re were even going to a club.”

Your jaw clenched even tighter, if anyone was looking they could’ve easily seen the muscles contract and contort. And then you let out a sudden bark of laughter your fighters tapping against the wood of the table, it was sticky, alcohol and nacho cheese coating it.

“Uhh what can I say, lucky guess.” You shrugged your shoulders, all of your peers staring at you. “I’m just happy I was able to come.” You looked down your lips thinning into a straight line as you bit the inside of your cheek.

Kurenais face immediately turned to a smile and she opened her arms in an accepting gesture from across the table.

“And so are we!” She yelled cheerfully. Everyone else cheering with her. Everyone but kakashi, he was just watching you nodding his head ever so slightly.

Your eyes flickered back to him very sporadically, every time you glanced at him from the corner of your eye it met his making you immediately look away. Your fighters tapped against the table harsher, louder, more anxiously than before. You frowned, your mind only thinking one thing. ‘Does he know it was me?’ Did he figure out it was you on the mission less than a day ago? Did Sarutobi tell him?

“So what we are-so what exactly are we celebrating tonight?” You’d look at everyone in the group but kakashi.

“We’re celebrating kakashi, he’s going to be a team leader and train Genin! He’s finally been releived of his duties as an Anbu member!” Guy yelled “he can finally leave the darkness of that evil Corporation!”

‘Darkness’ that word danced around your mind. Is that the reason kakashi had sounded so different? Burdened, angry, hateful, cold, emotionless, evil? Dark. Did the Anbu really manage to do that to him just as it had done to many others? Just as it had to you? You pursed your lips in thought the sound of everyone clanging their drinks together making your ears ring and fade into a dull numb throb.

As old as the news was, in fact you were pretty damn sure you’d known kakashi was going to be relieved of his duties before he knew. Still, fake it till you make it right? You craned your neck robotically, attempting to face kakashi with a strained, gleeful smile that didn’t quite reach the creases surrounding your eyes. Your heart palpated the second your eyes met his, an unnerving chill slithered up your spine.

“That’s wonderful Hatake.”

His name came of your tongue in a strained and awkward manner. seeing him, looking at him without the comfort of your Anbu Mask for the first time in years made you want to crumble into a tiny little ball. It had been bearable to face him during the mission, but that was because he didn’t know it was you. He didn’t know it was the girl that had gotten Rin killed. But now? He was seeing you for the first time in years and It was awkward and tense. Nonchalantly you raised your arm signaling for a server. If you were gonna last the night you’d need many drinks.

“Are you happy to finally get out of that dark organization? The Anbu scare me-!” you were cut of by a loud, dramatic gasp.

“(Y/N)! What Happened to you?!!” Guy screamed.

immediately he pointed to your side and you watched as the groups eyes darted downwards to where his finger pointed. You felt your stomach churn the little contents that filled it wanting to spill from your throat. You deadpanned your face, and pointed to the blood soaked bandage nonchalantly. The wound you’d gotten from your mission with kakashi- was that gonna be your tell?

“this?” Your voice cracked

‘Fuck’

‘Don’t connect the dots’

“I just cut myself trying to train the same stuff you guys do.” You croaked out a lie, faking a nervous chuckle and a bashful face. “Wanted to try and be as cool as you guys ya know? Since I was the only one that ended up cooped up in an office and doing your guys’s paperwork.” They didn’t know you were an Anbu member, only a select few knew, that’s how’d you wanted it to be when you accepted the offer. Your fingers drummed against the sticky table. “But it made me realized why you’re all out there and I stay here.”

Subtly You scanned the group’s faces. Asuma, Guy, Kurenais… kakashi. You probably held his gaze longer than you should’ve, trying to study him one thought plaguing your mind. ‘Does he know now?’.

“Worried it’s gonna scar.” You pouted brining your hands to your mouth, in an attempt to solidify your lie. flinching away from Kakashi’s unreadable gaze.

The rest of the night blurred, a strange tingle sitting at the base of your neck as it went on. Everyone had gotten pretty drunk or a little tipsy, everyone excluding kakashi. He hadn’t touched a wink of liquor, and it’d made your lips thin into a frown. This “get together” was supposed to have Been for him, and yet he hadn’t even celebrated and That detail just seemed to rub you the wrong way. It Make your fingers twitch anxiously.

You Constantly removed yourself from the groups conversations, ignoring the group you sat with to gaze at the numerous men in the bar. Trying to accomplish what you’d came here to do. You practically hunted them with your eyes, analyzing each man your eyes graced, pointer finger pressing against your lips, your chin resting on your hand as you did so. And Every time you decided to zone back in on the conversation with your peers and turn your head back to them kakashi was staring. Just staring, he never said anything never moved, nothing… he just stared. Every time you looked behind yourself to see if he’d maybe seen some fight or crazy person you hadn’t and every time there was nothing.

Annoyed and uncomfortable you finally decided to speak up and escape the awkward tension that you felt had formed between the two of you. Giving up on your ‘mission’.

“I-im gonna head ou-“ you were cut off by Guys booming voice.

“Let’s embrace our youth by Immersing in the crowd and busting out some wicked dance moves!”

Everyone at the table chanted Kurenai and Asuma seeming the most ecstatic of the bunch. Probably because that meant they got an excuse to dry hump one and other in public without being judged.

“YES LETS!” Kurenai yelled joyously, immediately standing from the table and rushing towards the dance floor pulling Asum with her. “(Y/N) cmon!” She commanded blissfully, her words slurring from the amount of liquor she’d welcomed into her body.

You awkward stood from the booth and lifted a hand in a protesting manner. “Uh- actually I was just about to leave-“

*guys hand slapped your back.* “nonsense! You aren’t leaving yet!! Tonight’s a night worth celebrating! You too Kakashi! You’re aren’t getting out of this one!”

You rubbed your eyebrow and blinked a couple more times than normal, trying to come up with some excuse to get out of this and just go home. To get away from kakashi. You never wanted to see him again, tonight had been a good reminder of that. A reminder that you two had never been close, the relationship between the two of you had always been awkward and strained and the death of Rin had only worsened it. You two just weren’t compatible, you weren’t capable of mending a bond that had never been there to begin with.

Amist your emotional turmoil a lightbulb had gone off in your brain a true smile painting your face.

“Okay.” You agreed

And maybe that’s how mine and Hatakes little game of cat and mouse came to be, or would wolf and bunny be a better description? No, that just sounds stupid. Predator and prey couplet maybe? I’m not sure what to call our little artifice. And really, I don’t know what started it. All I know is from that day forth I was being hunted by the Big Bad Wolf. Constantly trying to pry myself from the sharp grasp of his pearly whites and claws, trying to escape and taunt the savage predator himself. Hunted. I was hunted.

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A/N: whooooaaa so cool right? Nooo, I’ve been working on this draft/revamp of an old story I did and I finally decided to publish it. Depending on how it does will determine whether or not I write another chapter or just call it quits lol. Kidding I’ll finish this for myself and myself alone if I have to.

Sorry if there’s typos and stuff- I’m lame.

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dating 101 (18+) part 21 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, roman reigns x reader, randy orton x reader (brief)

warning(s): swearing, mentions of cigarettes, talking about kinks, knifeplay, bloodplay, cnc, possessive!cody, no actual smut (yet)

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst, smut-ish

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it was supposed to be cody at the door, after all, no one else should be knocking on her door at this time. so as soon as she got up out of her seat and opened the door, she reached out and grabbed his wrist to pull him in without looking. “damn, you were quick with your shower this time. impatient or something?” she teased as she turned to close the door and lock it. she turned herself back around, leaning up and throwing her arms around his neck to pull him down and press her lips against his.

the kiss had quickly deepened itself and he was skillfully dragging his tongue against hers and swallowing her moans and whimpers. however, something about the kiss was different, the taste was something like cigarettes and… y/n pulled away as soon as she felt calloused hands push up her shirt slightly and rest against the skin of her hips while the crinkle of a plastic bag filled the room.

“fuck, i know that wasn’t for me, but damn codes is one lucky man if you were going to greet him like that.” randy mused once he felt her pull away, opening his eyes and meeting her panicked gaze. “sorry. i couldn’t control myself, i should have pulled away but fuck, you’re sinful, y/n.” he complimented, taking a step back and letting his hands fall from where they rested on her hips. his arms fell back against his sides and he tightened his hold on the plastic bag to ignore the growing tightness of his jeans.

“randy?” y/n questioned, her face feeling hotter than the sun. she brought her hand up to her lips, her fingers brushing against her bottom lip as she stared up at randy with wide eyes.

“that’s me, yes. now why you acting like that? i know cody isn’t one for dating… unless you two are secretly a thing then shit, i’ll take the blame. or, better yet, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you know?” randy said, turning around and walking further into the room. he set the plastic bag down on y/n’s desk before taking a seat in her chair, making himself comfortable and leaning back.

“no, we’re not a thing.” she whispered, walking over to her bed to take a seat and bringing her hand down from her face. “sorry. i didn’t know it was you at the door. i was waiting for cody so i thought it’d be cody and then… i really have no explanation for the kiss without sounding like a whore.” she groaned, turning over and faceplanting into her mattress.

“no need to be shy. we’re both adults here. we’re single so it’s not like we’re cheating on our significant others. you thought i was cody and kissed me, and that’s that. can’t change the past. besides, it was a good fucking kiss. i wouldn’t mind doing that again and more if you get bored of fucking cody.” randy laughed, watching the way y/n cutely thrashed on her bed.

y/n’s next words were a muffled mess that had randy’s eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “lovely, you’re going to need to lift your head from your mattress if you want to speak. i can’t understand you.” he mused.

“i thought you were supposed to text that you were here!” y/n said, lifting her head for a moment to speak before thrusting her face back down into her mattress. she wished the earth would open up under her and that she’d be swallowed alive. she can’t believe that she had made such a dire mistake.

not that it wasn’t too horrible. randy was by no means a bad kisser, and y/n certainly found the man physically attractive. she was simply embarrassed that she was bold enough to pull such a stunt only for it to not be cody.

she couldn’t help but wonder why she didn’t feel disgusted while kissing randy, much like she had felt with roman. then again, she certainly feels disgusted now that she knew it was randy and not cody. perhaps austin was right.

“i texted you, actually. it’s cool though, some other person opened the door for me because they were leaving and i remembered where yours and cody’s dorms are.” he said. randy took a look around the room before asking, “speaking of my little, where is he?”

y/n groaned, pushing herself back up from her laying position. she positioned herself so she was sitting criss-cross on her bed with her back against the wall. “showering.” she answered, thankful that her face had cooled down in the time that she had attempted to shove herself into her mattress to disappear from randy’s sight. “what’s in the bag.” she asked, gesturing to the bag randy left on her desk with a nod of her head.

“codes’s shirt. i washed it for him because it was just covered in roman’s yack. oh, and his keys. that’s in there too.” he answered, leaning back in the chair with his gaze trained on y/n.

“can we forget that happened?” y/n asked quickly. “i don’t think cody would be too happy with me kissing his… big. what even is a big?”

randy shrugged his shoulders. “if you want to forget, then sure. but my offer still stands if you get bored of cody.” he replied. “and a big is like… it’s short for big brother i guess. a little mentorship within the frat type of deal. like how we’re all brothers in the frat but then you have your own little brother and big brother. you take care of your little, and your big takes care of you sort of deal.” he answered, taking a look around her room.

y/n nodded her head, acknowledging randy’s words. “oh, his keys are in there right? can you toss them to me, i’m going to get him a change of clothes from his room. he was just gonna come back in boxers but i don’t know if he’d feel comfortable in just that around you.”

randy laughed and shook his head. “the clothes are gonna come off anyway, he’ll be fine. besides, i’ve seen way more than you think i have. pretty sure the first event was the one where we made the pledges go skinny dipping.” he remembered, an almost fond tone in his voice.

y/n couldn’t feel more afraid for cody, knowing that in the future he’d most definitely be in randy’s position and fondly reminiscing on the “good ol’ days of being a pledge”. she paused, thinking over randy’s response before exclaiming, “wait, what do you mean the clothes are gonna come off anyway? cody and i were not going to-“ she was cut off by the sound of knocking on the door.

“i got this, in case you try and pull that same stunt and it’s not cody.” randy teased as he stood up, walking over to the door to unlock it and pull it open.

cody stared at randy with wide eyes, clearly not expecting his big to be there. “randy? the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him as randy walked back over to y/n’s chair.

cody set down all of y/n’s stuff that he borrowed on to the dresser before he made his way over to where y/n was sat on her bed.

y/n wondered how cody didn’t feel a little bit embarrassed in that moment, especiallt since he was only wearing a pair of boxers and had the towel draped over his shoulders. when he came to sit down beside her, cody’s arm had immediately wrapped around her shoulders so he could pull her close to him and press her against his side.

she felt her face warm up. they had been subtle with their pda whenever ted was around, keeping it at the level it always had been before they had started fucking. but it certainly wasn’t at this level: where cody was almost naked and so casually pulling y/n up against him. and he was doing this in front of randy of all people.

maybe austin was right.

“why else would i be here? i came to drop off your keys and your shirt that i washed - you’re welcome, by the way.” he laughed, smiling widely at the sight of cody with y/n pressed against his side. “also to come spend time with y/n. can’t leave a woman like her alone for too long, codes. she seems like an insatiable one.” he teased, watching the way cody’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion while y/n’s face had grown impossibly red as she shoved her face into cody’s side to hide away from randy’s gaze.

randy pushed himself off of the chair, walking over to the two and dapping up cody. “i’ll get out of here. take care of cody, lovely. and codes, you better bring her to the rest of our functions.” he said, waving goodbye and making his way out of the room, making sure to shut the door behind him.

“now, why would randy call you insatiable, sweetheart? better yet, what’s with the nickname lovely?” he asked, as soon as the door was shut. he brought his hand up to the back of y/n’s head, entangling his fist into her hair and forcefully pulling her head away from his side. her small whimper had only encouraged cody further, and he forced her to look up at him.

y/n gulped, meeting cody’s hungry gaze. “i don’t know.” she whispered, hoping cody wouldn’t press any further.

cody hummed, tightening his grip on her hair. “more like you don’t want to tell me.” he mumbled, leaning down and pressing a kiss against her forehead. he let go of her hair, letting her head fall back into his side and cody adjusted himself so that she was resting against his chest instead. “i’ll get it out of you eventually. don’t think for a second that i forgot about you admitting you got some kinks, sweetheart.” he hummed, enjoying the way y/n had nodded against his chest.

“you first.” she whispered, already far too embarrassed from her encounter with randy. she didn’t want to feel immediately embarrassed in front of cody.

“what is this? a trade?” he mused, using his free arm to pull off the towel from around his shoulders. he threw it over to her chair before adjusting them so that cody was laying flat against the bed with y/n laying down on top of them. “you didn’t even ask me nicely.” he pointed out.

y/n pressed her hands flat against cody’s chest, pushing herself up and adjusting herself so she was sat right on cody’s bulge. his hands immediately found their place on her hips, and she smiled down at him. “please daddy. go first.” she whispered.

cody smiled, pushing up her shirt slightly and pressing his palms flat against her skin. “alright, i’ll just start off strong then to make you feel comfortable with sharing yours. i’m really into blood.” he said, watching the way y/n’s eyes widened in shock and a blush had risen to her cheeks. “fuck, you know that day i took your virginity and split you open? your pussy was bleeding after, and it was just a mixture of my cum and your blood and it’s the hottest shit ever. i wanted to smear your blood over your thighs and fucking lick it all up after to clean you.” he admitted. he had half expected y/n to either flinch away from the fact that cody wasn’t joking when he said he was into some fucked up shit, but to his surprise, y/n had stayed put.

“i wouldn’t mind that.” she whispered, and this time it was cody’s turn to be shocked. “i… really have a thing for knives.” she admitted, and she could feel cody’s bulge beneath her. “so if you ever wanted to… you know, leave some cuts and make me bleed, i really wouldn’t mind that.” she mumbled.

“and how’d you find that out, princess? that you wanted to be cut into.” he asked, bringing a hand up from her hips so he could cup her face with his hand.

she shrugged. “porn, mostly. but then i tried it on myself to check my pain tolerance and… i liked how it felt.” she whispered. “i also think it’d be hot to be scarred with my lover’s initials. be branded for life sort of deal, you know?”

“cnc?” cody immediately asked, his hand traveling down from her face to her neck as he gently wrapped his hand around her throat. he knew that people that were into as intense darker kinks like them were usually more often than not also into cnc. and cody didn’t know if he’d be able to give y/n up if she was willing to try cnc.

he watched as she nodded shyly, her blush having deepened from his question.

“you too?” she asked softly, although the wat cody’s gaze had darkened had his expression had turned hard was enough of an answer for her.

“been waiting to find someone i trust enough and who trusted me enough to finally try out all the fucked up fantasies i have. which, you know, would certainly be easier if i was looking for a girlfriend but we know how i am.” he admitted, bucking his hips up against her core slightly and enticing a moan to fall from her lips. “i have a real fucking beautiful iridescent karambit sitting in my desk. bet it‘d look even better pressed right against here.” cody murmured, his fingers pressing against the sides of her throat.

y/n could only gasp in reply, feeling her arousal start to pool between her legs.

“initials, right?” cody hummed, letting go of her throat and pushing the front of y/n’s shirt up. “having my initials would be real cute right here, don’t you think? your little boy toy roman would be able to see it if you wore a crop top.” he said, brushing his fingers against the right side of her waist as he focused on the unmarked skin, already visualizing how big he’d leave his initials against her.

“cody.” she breathed out, making the man tear his gaze away from her waist and meet her own.

“tell me more. what else do you want me to do to you, princess?” he urged her on, his hands resting back on her hips as he guided her to grind down against him.

how could she ever think that she’d be able to just stop being with cody like this?

her mouth had been left permanently agape, the feeling of him pulsating against her being so distracting that y/n could barely formulate a thought. “i like the idea of being blindfolded and tied up. i think in general, i just love the idea of being used until i’m broken, crying, and begging for you to stop.” she admitted, much to cody’s delight.

cody chuckled, smiling up at y/n. “i could do that, if you let me.” he promised, stilling her hips so that she could focus on her own thoughts. “i’ll even walk over to my room in just my boxers and a raging hard-on just so i can get my karambit if you really want.” he added on.

y/n stared down at cody, her eyes wide and her mouth still agape. “how about i get it instead?” she proposed, to which cody shrugged his shoulders.

“up to you, princess. either way, sounds like you’re not opposed to me literally carving myself into your skin and have you bleed for me.” he told her, as y/n leaned down so that their foreheads were pressed together.

“if you keep saying stuff like that, i don’t think i’ll ever be able to even think of another man.” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

instead of replying, cody pressed his hand against the back of her neck and captured her lips in a kiss, his tongue hungrily pressing against hers before he pulled her back roughly. something like anger flashed in his gaze, and y/n knew she should be afraid but god, did it turn her on even more.

“you kissed randy.” cody realized, his eyebrows furrowing in anger as he glared at her.

her eyes widened in shock. “how did you-“

“you fucking taste like cigarettes, and i know randy smokes that shit. your reaction is only proving that i’m right.” cody answered, tangling his fist in her hair and pulling at it roughly, causing her to yelp out in pain. “is that why he called you insatiable? i go and take a shower so you go off and kiss randy because i’m not there.” he practically growled.

cody sat up, bringing y/n up along with him and reeling in the mix of fear and arousal that had pooled in y/n’s gaze. “get my knife. in the smallest pocket of my backpack. i’m going to have to carve my entire fucking name into you at this point if it’ll make you behave for the 20 minutes i go and take a shower.” he told her, watching the way she nodded her head and moved to get out of his grasp.

cody quickly pulled her in, realizing that she seemed to have forgotten that cody was still gripping her by her hair. he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, letting his kiss linger against her before pulling away and whispering, “don’t take too long, i’ll miss you even if it’s been a second that you step out of this room.”

y/n smiled, and felt satisfied when cody mirrored her own smile before letting go of her hair. she leaned in and stole another kiss from him before pushing herself off of his lap and the bed and grabbing cody’s keys from the bag randy had left on her desk.

she left the room, jogging slightly so that she didn’t keep cody waiting for too long.

and to think she was about to let this opportunity go.

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Applications & Precautions of CNC Machining Acrylic(PMMA)

Acrylic (PMMA) is a highly desirable material due to its strength, toughness and transparency. However, it may not be practical to rely on conventional processing to cut acrylic as the material is very fragile and any excessive force can lead to unwanted breakage.

Nevertheless, CNC machining offers a reliable method of manufacturing acrylic parts safely, with high precision and minimal waste of trim. CNC machining produces very few errors, allowing the manufacture of high quality acrylic parts and prototypes such as headlamps, housings, jewellery and more.

Advantages of Acrylic CNC Machining

As a CNC machined plastic, acrylic has many inherent advantages. Excellent transparency comparable to glass, Lighter weight than glass, Excellent dimensional stability, Good tensile and flexural strength, Good insulation level, Anti-wear, Anti-UV & sunlight, Good biocompatibility, Relatively low cost, Can be solvent bonded, Easy to polish, Available in a wide range of colours, Recyclable.

Choosing CNC machined acrylic over molding or 3D printing can bring additional benefits, some of the main advantages of machined acrylic include:

1.Material compatibility Acrylic is a thermoplastic that is malleable when heated, making it ideal for CNC machining. This inherent property makes it easy to fabricate and shape acrylic using this precise and efficient process.

2.Manufacture of High-Precision parts CNC machines offer extremely high cutting accuracy with tolerances down to thousandths of an inch. This level of high accuracy is particularly important when working with materials such as acrylic, where the need for neat edges and dimensional accuracy is critical.

3.Increasing productivity CNC machining is one of the most efficient ways to manufacture acrylic materials, especially when producing small batches of acrylic parts. The process allows for faster production speeds compared to manual methods, resulting in increased efficiency and productivity in acrylic manufacturing.

4.Reducing waste Thanks to its precise manufacturing method, the CNC machining is able to cut acrylics with optimum force, avoiding irreversible damage. This enables fast and efficient production of acrylic components with precise shapes and sizes. Using CNC machining increases accuracy and minimises waste in the manufacturing process.

5.Achieve high repeatability The automated CNC process ensures consistency across multiple parts or batches, thus ensuring consistent reproduction accuracy for each part. This reliability is a key benefit of CNC machining, especially in maintaining uniformity and accuracy in the production of acrylic parts.

6.Saving on manufacturing costs CNC machining can provide significant manufacturing cost savings due to reduced material waste, increased efficiency and lower labour costs. The precision and automation of CNC helps to achieve a leaner, more cost-effective production process.

Applications of Acrylic CNC Machining

CNC machined acrylic has many industrial uses, with the material being most widely used in the optical and automotive industries.

Alternatives to Glass

Due to its excellent transparency and clarity, acrylic is used as a replacement for shatterproof glass in many industries, including automotive, aerospace and optical.

Acrylic is commonly used as a glass replacement for window structures in aquariums, submarines, and hockey arenas. It is also used in the manufacture of lighting components such as headlights in the automotive industry. However, lights used in optical and automotive applications often have complex shapes and may also require very tight tolerances to provide optimal performance.

Medical and Dental

Due to its good biocompatibility, acrylic can be used in a variety of medical applications, including cosmetic surgery, where it can be used as a dermal filler. Acrylic can also be used as a bone cement in orthopaedic surgery (often used in fracture repair, joint replacement surgery or in vertebroplasty to fix the vertebrae, stabilize the spine and alleviate pain), as well as in dentistry for a variety of purposes (e.g. dentures).

Consumer goods

The aesthetics of acrylic make it suitable for a wide range of consumer products from furniture to consumer electronics to musical instruments.

Precautions When Machining Acrylic

Acrylic is a useful and versatile material, but it usually fails when subjected to compressive and tensile forces. This means that machining the desired shapes and cavities into acrylic panels requires care and attention.

However, the digital precision of CNC machining greatly simplifies this task. It also greatly increases the speed of acrylic machining and allows input parameters to be programmed to meet a wide range of needs.

Workpiece clamping

Plastics and metals have different workpiece clamping requirements, and acrylic is no exception in this regard. All areas of the material must be clamped using jigs and vises (smaller parts) or using adhesives to secure the entire part to the table (larger parts). If budget allows, a vacuum table is best suited for acrylic machining because it can effectively clamp and unclamp the material without damaging it.

Machining

CNC machining of acrylic typically requires a steady feed rate. Feed rates that are too low can lead to heat build-up and chips sticking back to the part, which can greatly reduce the quality of the surface finish. Another way to prevent heat build-up is to pre-cool the acrylic material before machining begins to allow for better chip removal. During machining, it is best to use oil-free coolants as they do not react with the plastic.

Surface finishing

For an aesthetically pleasing product, acrylic needs to be polished after CNC machining to produce optimum clarity and light transmission in the part. This is usually done by using progressively finer grit sandpaper followed by hand polishing with a linen towel and polishing paste. For high-quality prototypes, such as automotive headlight lenses or taillight lenses, or windows for electronics, polishing must be done by hand, a job done by the most experienced and skilled employees.

To create a diffusion effect on acrylic parts, the surface can be sandblasted and textured, while milky white paint offers another aesthetic option. Or to colour the part while maintaining transparency, it can be painted and coloured after hand polishing.

Conclusion

Acrylic is widely used for its strength, toughness and transparency, and CNC machining provides a reliable method for manufacturing high-quality acrylic parts. Acrylic machining has a variety of industrial applications, such as optical, automotive, and medical, but requires care and attention to post-processing such as clamping and polishing. Benefits include good material compatibility, manufacturing high precision parts, increasing productivity, reducing waste, achieving high repeatability and saving manufacturing costs.

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