(smut, jealousy, cheating accusations, fingering, p in v, lowkey mean!hunter, cussing)
Hunter wasn't sure what it was at first that began pissing him off. Shawn was your best friend, he was your friend before he and Hunter even met, and he understood that you two would hang out from time to time â but this was just too much.
It started with you hanging out normally, just like every time you'd hang out in a public space or at either of your houses. Then you began hanging out without Hunter, and spending more and more time together. Now, at first Hunter wasn't upset about it, he was just envious, his girlfriend and his best friend and having fun without him, okay - no problem.Â
Then he noticed that you and Shawn would be talking, chatting and having a normal conversation, but the second he'd approach you, one of you would either get really, painfully awkward or the other would leave.
It felt incredibly intentional, and it began looking like you two were hiding something for him.
You and Hunter have always had a very trusting, easy going relationship. You were open with each other about everything, and always spoke your minds if either of you did something that made the other uncomfortable. You and shawn spending that much time together did start getting under his skin a little, but he kept repeating to himself, 'y/n and shawn wouldn't do that', 'they're just really good friends, that's all', 'they wouldn't do that to me', 'y/n would never do that'. He kept it in the back of his head, until he overheard you and Shawn talking.
"Do you think he knows?" you ask.
"I know it's still early, but he'll probably find out. Hunter isn't stupid" Shawn replied.
"We'll have to be more careful, I've never done this before" you anxiously said
"Don't worry about it. If he starts suspecting anything, I'll cover for us" Shawn reassured you.
Hunterâs eyes damn near popped out of their sockets. What the fuck were you talking about? Actually, he gaslit himself into believing that he was better off not knowing. But, it certainly did sound like you two were doing something you shouldnât be.Â
But it continued, and it kept happening over, and over, and fucking over. The hushed conversations, the sneaking around, the anxious body language when heâd catch you. It annoyed him to no end. He was really fucking pissed, no way you and Shawn were ... No! Even the mere thought of it doesn't make sense. But the conversations he heard ... No, no way. No, the closest people to him wouldn't do him like that, but that maddening little voice in his head was getting a little too loud.
Y/n is cheating, accept it.
She wouldn't cheat, she loves me.
Shawn would do it.
Shawn is my best friend, he wouldn't.
Confront them.
Maybe he should, this has been going on for a little too long. He couldnât take another second of whatever the fuck was going on.
And here you were in your hotel room, cuddled up with him on his lap. He looked down at you, disgusted at the possibility of you and Shawn sneaking around behind his back. And you can tell, it was so obvious he was angry, or upset about something. He was too quiet, and he was holding you really tightly. Really, really tightly.
You were about to say something, but his large hand began rubbing on your thigh, slowly inching upwards with every stroke. "You know that I love you, right?" Hunter began, and you nod slowly, "and that I wouldn't hide anything from you, right?" he added, you nodded again. He pulled you up, your back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand moved up towards your stomach, then your chest and neck. He wrapped his long fingers around your neck with a little tightness causing you to gasp lightly.
"what's going on with you and shawn, hm?"
oh, shit.
"you're not messing around with him, are you?" he said, voice dropping in pitch, you can't tell him. You spent this much time keeping this whole thing a secret, thinking he wouldn't catch on. It was supposed to be between you and Shawn. After weeks of managing to keep things under wraps, you couldnât let it go that easily.
"C-can't say." You stutter.
 "You sure you can't say, baby?" he says, his other hand caressing your inner thigh, âbecause to me, itâs really, really looking like youâre fucking my best friend.â he says, voice increasing annoyed.
âWeâre n-not doing anything..â you mutter, and Hunterâs hand tightens around your neck as an irritated chuckle leaves his lips. âYouâre not doing anything wrong?â he mocks you, and you shake your head. He frowns a little, unhappy with your non answer. âTell me what you two are doing.â he demands.
âCanât.â you lightly gasp, noticing his hand getting dangerously close to your pyjama shorts.
âY/n, baby..â Hunter began, his voice had a slightly threatening edge to it. âYou know damn well I could get you talking without breaking a sweat.â he says, he pulls at the shortsâ drawstring, completely undoing it.
You begin panicking a little, because you know heâs right.
He saw the look in your eyes, he knew you were going to tell him regardless, but he decided to have a little fun with how he got the words out of you. âYou wanna get it off your chest? Or should I drag it out of you?â he asks.
Your breathing quickened, but you didnât say anything.
âFine, you little brat. Have it your way.â
His hand dove into your pajama shorts, finger gently grazing your clit. You fell back into his chest, this shouldn't be turning you on. He was literally accusing you of cheating on him. "I will keep you up all night, baby. You better start talking." he grunted. His fingers began rubbing on your clit in circular motions, your eyes shut and you tried to inhale, but having his hand around your neck like that wasn't helping.
You grip on his thick thighs, your back arched and your eyes rolled back. âHu-Hunter, please.â you whimper. You were getting annoying at yourself for getting wet so quickly, but how could you help it? He sounded so jealous, his hands are all over your body, and his breath was hot on your neck.
âYouâre so fucking wet.â he groan, finger soaked after barely touching you. âIs that what gets you off, huh?â he taunted you, âDo you like the idea of me playing with your pussy, while you think of my best friend? Look at you, moaning like I donât fuck your brains out everynight.âÂ
This really, truly, shouldnât be turning you on the way it did. But, the way he was choking you? The way his fingers knew exactly how to tease your clit so youâre seeing stars? Thatâs what got you going.
You still didnât answer him.
Alright then.
His fingers swiftly found their way towards your wet slit, pushing them inside you. A loud moan escapes your lips, your grip on his thigh tightens, but he immediately says, "don't touch." You needed something to hold on to as you felt yourself fall apart, his fingers now pushing and pulling against your g-spot. This was all happening way too quickly.
You held on his hand that was still around your neck, "didn't I just say don't touch? Do you like pissing me off? Not doing what I ask? Being a fucking brat, baby?" he says. You let out an airy laugh.
"Fucking me and my best friend," he chuckled, âDidnât know my baby was a slut.â
He let go of your neck and pulled out his fingers from your soaking pussy, causing you to whine. He mocked you as he picked you up and walked to your shared bedroom. He put you down, and it felt like you couldn't look into his eyes.Â
"Look at me" he softly says, hand stroking your cheek. You physically couldn't even lift your head up, "I said, look at me, baby" he demanded.
You still can't look at him. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head backwards, forcing you to make eye contact with him, and you damn near moan. You wore a tank top, which left your neck fully exposed to him. He leaned in, and you did as well.
He delivered a harsh kiss to your lips, tongue forcing itself against yours. The kiss was needy, all possessive and demanding. You were about to wrap your arms around his neck, but he held your hands behind your back.Â
His lips moved onto your neck, kissing, sucking and leaving small deep red marks on your neck. As many as he can, anywhere he can. "P-please" you whimper.
Well, if he can't fuck the truth out of you, he'll fuck some common sense into you.
He pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you, he then pulled off your shorts, and he attacked you neck again.
 By now there was barely any skin that wasn't bruised or bitten, especially on your collarbones. He pulled himself away from you, taking off his shirt revealing his toned body. This had to be what gods were built like.
"Do something" you whine, a pout resting on your lips. "You donât get to ask for anything tonight." he groans. He pulls off his pants as impatience was taking over him, he took off his boxers as well and his cock stood hard and thick, "on your stomach, now." he demanded and you immediately obeyed.
As you laid comfortably onto the soft sheets, Hunter pulled your hips up towards his, he raised his hand, then proceeded to slap your ass so harshly that his handprint was on your ass cheek, "Fuck, please, just please do something" you cry, feeling your arousal drip down your thighs. You didn't even get to finish your complaining before he was pushing his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. You'll never get used to his size.
His hips pushed and pulled against yours, cock slamming in and out of you. Both of you were moaning loudly, you were so wet, so good for him. And he was going to make sure you stayed behaved for him only.
His dick felt like heaven as it rammed against your walls, he grabbed as fistful of your hair and pulled up on your knees and hands. "You think shawn can fuck you like this? hm?" he groaned before delivering one deep, fast thrust that had your head spinning and body shaking. "H-hunter" you whimper, "only i can fuck you like this." he grunted.
One of his hands held you up because you both knew that if he lets you go you'll immediately collapse back onto the bed. The pain and pleasure of being stretched out had your head spinning, his gruff voice, the roughness of his hands, his voice as he called both pet and derogatory names.Â
His other hand was now buried between your legs, rubbing your clit. He slowed down feeling his orgasm approaching, deep, slow thrusts replaced his fast paced ones, and at this rhythm and this position you could swear you felt him in your lungs. the hand that was holding you in place moved down towards your abdomen, his long fingers tracing the bump in your lower abdomen, it was the outline of his cock inside you.
"Do you feel this, y/n?" he grabbed one of your hands and made you touch where his cock's imprint was, "This pussy is so tight, for me only. You're mine. mine, and mine only" he groans. His deep voice rang through your ears and sent goosebumps across the surface of your skin, his picked up a pace again, your words were merging in one blob of incoherencies, "gonna cum, h-hunt, p-please" you beg, "You don-t get to cum" he moaned, "you'll cum when i say you can" he says.
His grip on you gets tighter and hips began stuttering, he was so close, so close he could taste it.
"P-please, sir?" you whined in the neediest tone, your cunt clenched so tightly around him. "Please, l-let me cum, I-i'll do anything for y-you, please, ple-ease sir" you said, tears began flowing down your cheeks.
Hearing you call him âsirâ, begging for him like that did something to him. You? crying and begging him, being such a desperate slut for him to let you cum, like that?
"Please" you gasp, and he slaps your clit harshly, sending you into a whimpering fit, the only thing he could make out was something about how you were cumming. âS-sir.â you cry.
That last moan of yours sent him over the edge, his cum coating your walls, hot and sticky, as he collapsed on top of you. Seeing the state of pure euphoria that he was in made you happy you hadnât told him what happened before you got here. "If you're not cumming on my dick, you're not cumming on anyone else's , you understand?" he says.
"Yes, sir."
"Good fucking girl."
It took your body a hot two, or three minutes to recover from the tight feeling of an unreleased orgasm as his thick cock continued twitching and pulsating inside you.
"Can you get off of me, you're a little heavy.." you mumble. He rolls off to the other side of the bed, and lays there contemplating whether or not he should ask you again, because he wasnât going to let something take place behind his back.
 "This is the last time, be honest with me y/n, what are you doing with Shawn?" he asked. You exhaled loudly before reaching over to your nightstand. You opened the last drawer and pulled out a medium-small sized, square box. it was covered with a navy blue velvety material and a pearly white ribbon had it shut. "Open it,â you tell him.
He looked into your eyes slightly confused, then Hunter saw nothing but love and sincerity.Â
He knew he never should've doubted you.Â
He tugged off the ribbon and opened the box revealing a Rolex that was dazzled with diamonds. A little note was tucked under it, he placed the box to the side and held the note, the silver text on the white background read:
Happy birthday, we love you the most. Y/n and Shawn.
Hunter exhaled and covered his face with his hands, his fucking birthday was next week.
 "Wow, I feel like an asshole," he said.
 "An asshole whose birthday is next week, we wanted to do something special for you. Shawn and I might be close, but we'd never do ... whatever you had in mind" you said, a slight smile played with your lips.
He put everything back into the box and placed it aside. He pulled you onto his chest, giving you the sweetest, most passionate kiss you've had in a while. He moved, readjusting your position so that now you were under him. He began placing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. "What are you doing?" you laugh.
BOUTTA HAVE A PANIC ATTACK RN CAUSE IF ONLY YOU KNEW HOW OFTEN I'D CHECK UR ACC!! đ 2025 has been fairly optimistic so far and THIS! This is THE news!!
DOES THIS MEAN WE CAN TALK ABOUT HIM!!
No pressure ofc!! I just lost my shit seeing the changes here HAHA Love love love you!! And take good care of yourself! â€ïž
(idiots w sexual tension, smut, cussing, fingering, p in v, squirting)
You hadn't even fully sat down before you heard a knock on your door, you sigh, rolling your eyes before getting up to unlock the door. you didn't even get to see who it was, as you were pushed back against the opposite wall, the door slamming loud behind you.
Strong arms had pinned against the wall as a tall figure towered you, irritated, you look up only to see Shawn looking down at you, and you could've sworn he was burning holes into your eyes. One of his hands caged both of yours above your head, while the other held onto your waist pulling you close to him. You can smell the strong cologne that he used, it was slowly intoxicating you, he could see it in your eyes.
He didn't even say a word, he immediately kissed you. Something in the back of your head told you to kiss him back, so you did, and god did it feel good. you really didn't want to enjoy this, you really didn't. but the way he was holding you close to him, the way his lips were moving against yours, everything for some reason felt right.
He pulled away from you, and even though you were both professional wrestlers, you were both out of breath, "fuck me yourself coward? i'll show you" he grunts.
This was about another one of the petty arguments you two had. Something about Vince putting you both on commentary, or something about you making fun of his flamboyant gear and wrestling style. Wait, no itâs about him telling you to âgo fuck yourselfâ, and you telling him âfuck me yourself, coward.â
Now, this, you two getting your anger out by making out, was new.Â
This enemies-who-don't-really-hate-each-other-with-benefits thing was eventually going to blow up in your faces. Today might be the day.
A slight smirk found its way to your face. You never really understood why Shawn had this effect on you, and why specifically him. He'd have you rolling your eyes every time he'd not so discreetly check you out, but blushing the second he'd walk away. Giggling to yourself like a schoolgirl with a crush every time he'd drop a flirty comment, but you'd dry your hardest to look annoyed.Â
His lips meet yours again, your hands are lost in his soft, golden hair. Your lips push and pull against each other as his tongue dances with yours. âJumpâ he mumbled against your lips and you immediately did as youâre told. You wrap your legs around his torso as he holds your outer thighs and his lips make their way to your neck, licking and biting, placing as many love bites as he can. Leaving you breathless. âShawn, please do somethingâ you moan, âoh, i willâ he mutters against your neck.Â
Pulling you away from the wall, he gently places you on the sofa facing the door before climbing on top of you and kissing you again. You can feel him ever so slightly grind against you, so you grind back onto him earning a light groan from him. He slides your shirt off of you, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses until he reaches the hem of your pants, his eyes meet yours for a second, you nod at him letting him know that you wanted this.
It was an open secret. Everyone knew you two had something going on, but no one knew what exactly it was. Did you like each other? Did you hate each other? Were you hooking up? Whatever it was, your chemistry was through the roof, and the sexual tension was nowhere near thin.
He pulls down your pants, removing them from your legs revealing your pretty lace panties, that were now unbearably sticky with your wetness. Shawnâs big hands move up from your legs to your hips, gently, he tugs off your underwear, shoving them into the pocket of his jeans. He pulls your legs apart before getting on his knees in front of you, you close your eyes, bracing yourself for what heâs about to do and the second theyâre completely shut, you feel his warm tongue against your slit.Â
His tongue moves smoothly against your delicate flesh, teasing your clit with little nibs every now and then. âY-you did-dnât lock the doorâ you stutter, âweâll g-get caughtâ, he just chuckles. âThatâs the fun part,â he says.
One of his hands keeps your legs open as the other teases your slit, he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside you, causing you to whine loudly, âyouâre being pretty loud for someone who doesnât wanna get caughtâ he smirks, and as much as you wanted to say something back, you couldnât.
His fingers were working magic inside you, curling inside you and stretching you out, he pushed another finger inside you. Your brain went blank, and your body was heating up quickly, he dove back in between your legs, the pressure on your clit from his tongue was too much, you can feel your orgasm building up fast, it was almost embarrassing.Â
âS-shawnâ you whimpered, you grabbed as fistful of his hair making him groan into your pussy, sending shivers up your spine, âshawn, p-please, oh fuck, fuckâ you cried. Your back arched and your vision became hazy, âcum for meâ he mumbles against you, your body processed before your mind did, and you were cumming on his face. A loud whimper escaped your lips as you felt him pull away from you, âso sweet for me, pretty girlâ he says.Â
you look at him, eyes lustful, his lips and chin glistened with your juices, his hair was messy and you can see his boner through his tight pants.
âW-want you insideâ you huff, his lips curl into his classic shit-eating grin, âthink you can handle me, doll?â you roll your eyes, fixing your position on the sofa, âdo you want to find out, or are you just gonna stand there?â you groan.Â
His hands messily undo his pants, as he shimmies out of them, you can properly see the tent that had formed in his pants, pre-cum staining his grey boxers. The sight was enough to have you drooling, âthink you deserve it?â Shawn said maintaining eye contact with you, you quickly nod your head, needing him more than ever. âThink you can handle me darlinâ?â his texan accent twangs, he holds your face in one of his hands, the other patting your hair.Â
âYes, sirâ you reply. He smirks before kissing you. A deep, needy kiss. So passionate you can feel him pouring his soul into it, pulling away from you, you both attempt to catch your swiftly stolen breath, you take some time to admire how genuinely beautiful Shawn was. From his sharp, defined jawline to the curve of his pink lips. His high cheekbones to his gorgeous greenish, blue eyes. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he caught you deep in thought, âwhat are you thinkinâ about, pretty?â
If only you were mine.
âyou.â You truthfully answer.
âBeing cute ainât gonna get you anywhere. Youâll get it good for being a smartass, baby. Youâre mine and only mine from now on.â he says, finally pulling off his boxers as they had gotten uncomfortably tight around him.Â
Only his, you were all his now.
His cock sprang out, slapping against his abdomen, his tip was a bright, angry pinkish-red. He was both long and thick, definitely bigger than average. Way bigger, and for a split second you questioned whether or not heâll fit.Â
âLike what you see, huh?â he teased as he caught you borderline drooling. You just nod.
He moved on top of you, your arms immediately wrapped themselves around his neck, but he pushed them away, pinning them above your head, his other hand aligned his cock with your soaking cunt.Â
Your eyes rolled back as he slowly pushed himself inside you, you bit down on your lips trying to drown down your moans. âS-shawnâ you cried.
âI know, baby, I knowâ he moans, bottoming out, mumbling against your neck something about how you feel better than heâd dreamed of. He slowly began rocking against you, moving so well inside you tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, he moved up, his hand gripping onto your hip as the other kept your hands away.Â
His thrusts began slow and deep, your back arched, mouth falling open as you struggled to let out anything that wasnât his name, you clenched tightly around him. âRelax for me, baby.â he groaned, his hand moved up from your hips to your waist, upwards towards your breasts, then towards your neck where he had left several marks, a little gift to remind you who you belong to.Â
He wraps his fingers around your neck, just tight enough so that youâre mind numbingly marinated in pleasure. THe look of pure bliss on your face damn near sent him over the edge on the spot, his hips stuttering as he speeds up a little, and he thrusts into you so deep you swear you can feel him near your lungs.Â
And as he picked up a pace, he began loudly moaning in your ear, shamelessly. You felt better than any drug and he was going to make sure you knew. He breathed in deeply, grunting and whimpering in your ear. His lips would kiss and nip at your neck, âyou feel so fucking good.â he moaned, his voice travelling straight to your already sensitive clit. âYou donât know how many times Iâve dreamed of you at night, how many times Iâve touched myself thinkinâ âbout you, baby.â he moans.
It was too much to handle, the thought of him touching himself because you riled him up that bad. So bad, youâve shown up in his dreams. It was too fucking much for you.Â
âGonna cum, Shawn, I-I, âm cumming!â you gasp. âdo it, cum all over me sweetheartâ he encourages. your body goes limp as your orgasm pushes through you. He stays still for a second, just wanting to feel how he made you cum, moaning loudly as your pussy grips on him. Yet he doesnât cease his movements.
You couldnât tell if heâs chasing his own high, or if heâs trying to overstimulate you. You let out a loud shudder as his hand finally lets go of yours before latching itself onto your clit, massaging and rubbing it harshly.
 You could feel another orgasm building up, you couldnât handle it. âSha-shawn, i c-canât, too sensitiveâ you whimper. âHold on for me doll, a-almost th-thereâ he moans. You tried, you were trying so hard. âBe a good girl, baby.â he moans.
Fuck, you really tried, you wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering against his chest. You were panting, tears brimming in your eyes, and he moaned your name over, and over again directly in your ear. His cock pistoning in and out of you, tip pushing against your g-spot, fingers continuing their assault on your swollen nub.
You tried so hard to stop yourself but you couldnât, you squirted all over his abdomen, soaking him in your arousal. The sight of you squirting on him, and the sound of you crying out his name like that triggered his orgasm. Shawn collapsed, moaning like heâs never had sex before, on top of you as his hot, sticky cum coated your walls. Your eyes were barely open, and your breathing was nowhere near steady.Â
âAre you still there, pretty?â he asks, you mumble incoherencies as your eyes slowly open. âWhat are you saying?â he asks, âYouâre mine, and if you donât keep fuckinâ me like this âm killing youâ you pant, a proud smile tugging on his lips, âI'll do anything you want, baby."
my nelle :( .. honestly you donât owe us anything ! iâm just happy ur doing better đ and im so proud of you bookie !!! LUV YOU SM đđđđđđ
i've obviously been gone since last year, and honestly i have so much to tell you guys. i feel like i owe you a explanation because i randomly just dipped and didn't really say anything.
i've always struggled really badly with body image issues and disordered eating my whole life. from a very, very young age i've always had a bad relationship with food. i've had binge disorders and restrictive disorders, and this time my 4n0r3xÂĄa relapsed fairly terribly. i really needed to get away from essentially everything, i dropped out of college, i stopped writing obviously, i had to drop a lot of people in my life, i also was lowkey forced to move countries. a whole lot has happened.
i have a lot of trauma and ptsd from being essentially sick my whole life. i was severely depressed, and couldn't doing anything to improve my physical health and mental wellbeing without stepping away from everything and everyone.
i can't say that i'm fully recovered, but i'm getting there, it's going to be fine, i'm okay.
i've seen all the messages, and the asks, all of your kind words and all of you who were asking where i was. i can not begin to explain how much you all sending me literally anything meant to me. just knowing that you were checking my blog, asking about me, wondering when i'll come back means the whole world to me.
i'm here now, i'm back, we're all back.
i am writing fairly slowly and posting even slower, but at least i can give you guys a little something. i feel like i owe you that.
thank you so much, and thank you for understanding đ€đȘœ
not the same anon but honestly wanted to thank you for even writing anything (headcanons/stories/etc) with hunter in it. i love that dude (throughout all time periods!) and no one gets it đ i gotta specify all time periods because i think some people are a lil turned off by age but dawg, current!hunter is insane daddy energy
YOU GET MEEEEEEE, that man has always been hot and thatâs the hill i will die on. hunter rn is so beyond daddy, and i canât wait to write more for him đââïžđ«±đœâđ«ČđŒ
And now for a complete 180,,,, triple h my loveâ€ïž my favorite hc was him being embarrassed if you go to do something yourselfđ like YES (also munch!trips my heart)
i love the theme change! and im speedrunning sour grapes rn to revitalize the hunter hate train and then I gotta consume the headcannon. you will be getting a sour grapes review soon đ«¶
