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Let Me Hear You Scream

For @anxiouspineapple99's Monster Clone Halloween Party 2023!!

Vampire!Hunter x fem/reader

Contents and Warnings: Minors DNI 🔞, desperation, unprotected PiV sex, back alley sex, maybe voyeurism(?), biting, overstim, mentions of blood, rough sex, clothes ripping, consent being the sexiest thing of all

Author's Notes: Hunter Wives (gn) I hope this gets you were you're going~

The Song inspiration for this fic is called [Scream by SAINT PHNX]. Click it for a good time 👀

The music in the club is incredibly loud, but it feels like everything else is drown out by silence when you catch his eyes on you from across the floor. Half his body is covered in dark tattoos, they're hard to make out in the pulsing lights, but you swear they're bones. But the skeletal markings aren't what caught your attention, it's his eyes. A glowing red, peering directly into your very being, glowing in the multicolored pulses of the room. He's sitting back in one of the lounge seats with his shirt half undone and his arms sprawled over the headrest, as if inviting you in... for a second, you think that's exactly what he's doing.

When you blink, he's gone, and the music returns at full blast. You feel a little dizzy, and decide to go outback to get some fresh air, try to get your head on straight before rejoining your friends on the dance floor. A few offer to join you, but you wave them off, telling them you'll be right back.

He's in the back alley when you get outside, as if he were waiting for you. You chuckle, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting your weight to one side, "You following me pretty boy?"

"Yes, actually," he smirks back at you, and you catch a glimpse of fangs hiding under his lips. He shifts his weight to mimic your stance, and nods his head toward you, "Your scent is more intoxicating than any of the alcohol they're serving," He's on you in a second, moving so fast you couldn't understand it.

His smile presses into your neck as he takes a deep breath, "Kriff your blood smells so sweet," you feel his tongue on your skin, and your knees knock together with a soft moan. His hands are on your hips, holding you in place, but you can pull away, you know you can. He takes another breath of your scent, "Would you mind inviting me in?"

You lean back in his grip, enough to see his face properly. His eyes are a vibrant red, and they're trained on your pulse. The dark tattoos across his face make him look near demonic, and maybe he is, the way he looks at you. You're a meal to him. Your heart is beating, legs weakening, and his grip holds you up, you could run but there's nowhere to go... nowhere you'd want to go either. "What are you going to do?"

His knee presses between your legs and you moan again, hands on his chest for support. You look into his eyes again, and he flashed his fangs, "Only what you let me do, can't act without your say so," he moves his leg against you, pulling another soft gasp from your lips, "Wouldn't mind hearing you scream for me."

You're not sure if it's the alcohol in your system already, or the danger of the situation, but you find yourself grinding your hips against him. "What's your name?" Your voice is breathy, starting to feel damp between your legs.

"Call me Hunter," his mouth is on your neck again, kissing softly, dragging his tongue over your pulse again.

"Are you going to kill me?"

There's humor in his voice, feeling fangs drag across your soft skin sends shivers through you, and you clench your thighs around the leg between them, "You're safe from me, Mesh'la."

You believe him, against all odds, you know he's not going to kill you. You nod lull your head to the side a little, already dazed from the spreading warmth between your legs, but still he waits for your words. Hunter buries his face into the crook of your neck, ghosting over your pulse again, whispering, "Invite me in."

"Make me scream, Hunter..."

One of his hands pushes up the skirt of your little dress and palms you, feeling your wet folds through the cloth of your panties. With a sharp tug the fabric snaps and you let out an excited gasp. Hunter kisses your neck and his fingers rub your clit. You can feel his length hardening against your thigh, you're about to reach for it when his fangs sink into your neck.

You thought it would hurt, but the sheer euphoria that washes over you makes you moan loudly as your body trembles, "S-stars, kriff, oh... H-Hunter!"

You feel his fangs leave your skin, followed by suckling from him. His deft fingers slip into your walls without resistance, and you grind against him as his digits curl and rub sweet circles against the most sensitive spots inside you. "Harder... kriff, Hunter..."

His mouth leaves your neck for a moment and you feel a warm trickle down your chest. "Tell me to fuck you."

Hunter's fingers leave your walls and you whine in protest, pulling his face to yours and kissing him hard. You taste your blood on his tongue, and run your own over his fangs before pulling away, "Fuck me, use me, give it to me, Pretty boy," you drag your blunt teeth over his bottom lip with a tug, "Make me scream for you."

In a blink Hunter has you against the wall of the club, your legs around his waist as he holds you up. He tears the front of your dress and tugs your breastband down, licking the blood from your chest as he goes back to suckling at the wound he'd made. You're about to speak again when you feel the head of his length gliding through your folds and bump your clit. More gasps, but no Scream yet. As he pushed into your walls, stretching you open for him, you tremble and wrap your arms around his shoulders, breathing the single word, "Harder."

He bucks into you, harder, faster than you'd thought, a surprised, "Ah!" Falling from your lips followed quickly by a desperate, "Yes!"

His length fills you completely, making your eyes cross in pleasure as he pounds into you with each hard thrust of his hips. Your arousal is dripping down your thighs as he bites a fresh wound into the other side of your neck, sucking blood from you as it flows. The euphoric feeling washes over you again, and you cum hard on his length as he draws a scream of pure ecstasy comes from you.

You're limp in Hunter's arms for a second as he feeds, dizzy from everything, the blood, the intense orgasm, but Hunter isn't done with you yet. You gave him permission, you invited him in.

Hunter's mouth pulls off of your neck, licking at the wounds on each side, staying deep in your walls with slow thrusts as you come down from the first high. He grins at you, blood on his teeth, "Kriff you taste better than I thought," his hips snap up into you and you give a sharp cry, "You feel better too, mmm. Still with me, Mesh'la?"

You clench around his length, closing your eyes and shivering, "still here..."

"Good girl." Hunter presses his fingers to your clit as he continues his brutal pace, hard sharp thrusts into you. With the added stimulation to your clit, and your walls already over sensitive, the feeling of Hunter's stiff length thrusting in and out of you so quickly has you near drooling with pleasure.

You Scream for him again, louder than the first time, as you feel a second climax rip through your body. He spends himself in your walls with a primal grunt, and you feel both his spend and yours down your legs. Hunter kisses your neck where he bit you, licking off any remaining blood from your chest, before he pulls out of you with a satisfied sound.

Your legs feel boneless, you nearly fall but he holds you steady, "Still with me?"

"Mmm..." you look up at him, eyes hazy, but completely unafraid, "still here..."

"Can I take you home?"

"You can take me anywhere..."

When you wake up the next day you're completely naked in your bed. You think for a second you'd had the most amazing dream, until you see your torn dress on the floor, and a note on the bed beside you.

"I know your scent, I'll come find you again, Pretty Girl."

You chuckle, throat sore from the screams, and you lick your lips before raking your teeth over your bottom lip, "You better, Pretty Boy."

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clone-anon · 11 months

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Late Nights (Crosshair x GN Werewolf Reader)

Word Count: 2365

Warnings: Brief mention of nudity, fluff

A/N: This is for @anxiouspineapple99's 2023 Halloween party! I couldn't submit it, so here it is. This is my first time participating in something like this and it was a lot of fun.

Also tagging @staycalmandhugaclone since she asked

“Okay. Gotta go. Bye.” You sighed as you headed back home as quickly as possible. While you enjoyed your time with the Batch, especially Crosshair, you knew it was a full moon. Well, one of them. Why did you have to settle down on a planet with more than one moon? Being a Werewolf was enough stress what with transforming whether you wanted to or not. You entered your home and checked the perimeter, making sure no one was around. Stripping down before your nightfall transformation had become a habit at this point. It avoided tearing apart clothes by becoming a seven-and-a-half-foot tall, 15-foot-long beast. You were grateful to live on the edge of town, protected by trees and rocks.

Crosshair squinted slightly when you said you had to go for the evening. You tried to be consistent, never letting on that there might be a pattern to your early departures, but you seemed more nervous sometimes. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he could tell there was something you wanted to keep to yourself. He didn’t like being pushed for information, so he wasn’t going to push you either, despite the fact that he felt a certain affinity for you and wanted to be let in.

As Crosshair pondered what might be going on with you while simultaneously trying to calm his feelings for you, Omega and Wrecker put their gear on.

“What’s this about,” Hunter asked.

“We’re going to the forest,” Omega said with a grin.

“Some of the local kids say there’s a werewolf and we’re goin’ to check it out,” Wrecker said with a shrug. “Pretty sure it’s nothin’.”

“But it could be something,” Omega said, buzzing with excitement.

“Don’t stay out too late,” Echo replied.

“If you do happen to find an unfamiliar species,” said Tech, “take a holo. I want to see it.”

Crosshair had a fleeting thought of coming with them but decided against it. He was still recuperating after being rescued, although it had been several months since they had all settled in town in search of a quiet location.

Wrecker and Omega walked down the path toward the forest which was in the direction of your home. For a moment Wrecker thought he should have asked you if you had information on this werewolf, seeing as you were closer to the recent sightings. The sun was setting, but it wasn’t long before they needed their lights. Omega chose the direction of travel and Wrecker made a note of anything that moved. By this point he was certain there wasn’t anything out there, that it had just been kids talking, and after about an hour suggested going back home.

“Wait,” Omega said in a whisper. This time she was sure the rustling leaves were more than just rustling leaves. Wrecker crouched down next to her and moved his light, searching for anything out of the ordinary. His light shone on a pile of gray fur huddled in a ball, partially obscured by a large tree. They gasped as they spotted you and you froze, trying to avoid showing your face. You covered your eyes with your paws. Wrecker and Omega each tilted their heads to the side.

“This werewolf doesn’t look scary at all,” Omega said. You rolled your eyes.

“Funny,” Wrecker said, staring at you, taking a holopic.

“I’m not scary,” you growled.

“It talks,” they both exclaimed.

“Yes, I talk,” you replied, moving to still obscure yourself in the darkness of night. Your voice was deeper with a gravel to it, and it seemed to be just enough for them to avoid guessing your identity.

“What kind of werewolf doesn’t eat people,” Omega asked.

“My kind,” you replied. “Not all werewolves hunt. I protect.”

“Ohhhhhh,” Wrecker said. “That’s kinda cool.”

They both decided that since you posed no threat and they got to see you, then their mission was accomplished, and they could go home. It was a bit anticlimactic, but you were fine with that. You curled into a ball against an outcropping of rocks and tried to get some sleep on this otherwise uneventful full moon night. You had been trying to avoid them, but they were good at tracking. Not as good as Hunter, who would have sniffed you out immediately, but still, you’d spent the better part of an hour trying to sneak between trees and avoid detection. Heading toward town meant risking more people seeing you, so you couldn’t do that, and you couldn’t risk going into your own home or they might worry for you what with not knowing it was you in a different form. You couldn’t stop instinct driving you to patrol the premises. It was all you did on nights like this. The occasional bear showed up and you scared it off, but it was usually a calm town with little need of your services. Frankly, you’d rather be sleeping in your bed, but sleeping outside and keeping an eye out seemed to be all you could do during the full moon.

The next day, Wrecker and Omega told you all about what happened the previous night. It was interesting to hear their story from their side of it, but you were glad they hadn’t noticed it was you. You were a little worried that as word got out, people might all come looking for you, but it seemed no one was too bothered since you weren’t hurting anyone. This came as a relief.

“Where do you think the werewolf goes during the day,” Omega asked.

“I’m sure they hide somewhere,” Tech said. “Or they transform back into their primary species’ form.”

You avoided any input you might have to offer there. Instead, you were much more interested in spending time with a certain sniper. Ever since you met him he kept an eye on you and at first it made you feel a bit uneasy. That is, until Echo told you it meant he liked you. This information made you feel braver than you would otherwise, and you asked him if he wanted to join you for a walk.

“Don’t you need to go soon,” he asked, noting the time with a bit of a grin.

“Not tonight,” you answered. You walked together through town and down past the forest. The sun started setting and the fireflies came out. You sat on a large boulder overlooking a lake. Conversation was light, but you could tell a lot about each other just by looking and sharing each other’s space. There was something so comforting in not having to put everything into words all the time. He put his hand next to yours and his fingertips slowly made their way onto your hand, almost testing to see if it was okay. You smiled at him and interlaced your fingers with his. You brought his hand up to your lips and left a kiss on his knuckles. He looked a little stunned so you shrugged shyly and said “I like you.”

So quiet it was almost lost in the breeze, he responded, “I like you too.”

You went on walks together every evening as long as it wasn’t a full moon. You tried to not reveal a pattern in your availability, blaming work or household chores, but you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could. Crosshair was all too eager to get away with you too. His hint of a smile started turning more into a pleased grin every time he saw you. He was less concerned with keeping up an appearance of not caring when it came to you.

Tonight, you couldn’t meet with him. The changing seasons meant the days were shorter and it was a full moon tonight. You slipped out of your clothes and just out the back door right as you began to transform. The cool air hit your skin and short hair, sending a chill down your spine just as your hair grew longer, protecting you from the elements. You closed the door behind you with a kick of your back paw and headed down the route you took around town. Everything was quiet until you arrived at the lake. You stopped. Crosshair was sitting on the same boulder, looking out at the water. Although you kept your distance and could normally disappear into the dark forest, Crosshair’s eyes saw more than anyone else. You tried to quietly back away, but he turned and watched you. He moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth while his eyes scanned you. You could run, but to where? You felt frozen and your instincts drew you to walk the route at least once on these nights. You couldn’t turn away.

You growled at him as the moon lit up all your features, leaving nothing hidden. All you could think was, “go away. I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Crosshair hopped off the large rock, tossed his toothpick, and watched you intently. He wasn’t scared or concerned. He just watched, taking slow steps toward you.

“I know you,” he said. “The look in your eyes. It’s you.” He smiled.

Your ears laid back on your head before perking up toward him. You let out a little whimper.

He reached to touch your soft cheek. “Why couldn’t you tell me?”

You finally spoke. “I was scared.” The change in your voice and your appearance left you feeling so self-conscious in front of him.

He huffed lightly, taking in your form, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t be scared,” he said reassuringly. He started walking.

“Where are you going,” you asked.

“You were walking along this path, headed this way,” he replied. And so he joined you on your walk. Now that there was no need to hide it, you decided to answer any question he had.

“It’s not like in some of the stories,” you said. “I’m aware of who I am. I don’t lose my mind. I’ve never killed anything or anyone. I just have this drive to go outside and patrol, but not much happens around here. And of course, I can speak, which some people seem to be more afraid of than anything.”

“How did it happen,” he asked. “Were you born this way?”

“I’ve been this way as long as I can remember. My grandmother was this way too.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Walking on all fours is different. And the hair. And being really tall. Or, well, long, I guess. The tail is kind of weird too, but you get used to it. I don’t know any other way than to walk two lives that are somehow both mine.”

Not even halfway through the night, you’d made it all around the town by this point and were back near your home. You laid down and he sat near you. You got up and curled around him, your tail resting in his lap.

“Aren’t you going home,” you asked.

“I am home,” he replied. You nuzzled your nose against his side and he rested his arm around your head. You both fell asleep.

Knowing your secret led to a new feeling of closeness between you. Crosshair never told anyone and joined you on the nights you patrolled. He started bringing Firepuncher, insisting that if you were keeping everyone safe, he should be prepared too. Eventually he moved in with you and your house really felt like home with him. As much as he hated the winter, he still stayed outside with you on those harsh nights. You tried to encourage him to stay home and in a warm bed.

“I don’t like it when you’re out there and I’m in here alone,” he said before resting his forehead on yours in a keldabe kiss. He stayed outside with you, no matter the weather.

On one particularly cold night, the snow and ice were coming down heavily. You didn’t want to go outside and certainly wouldn’t if it weren’t for the werewolf in you. Just before you knew your transformation was coming, you tried to convince him to stay.

“Why don’t you stay inside, Crosshair? It’s cold and wet. You hate the cold.”

He shook his head as he threw on another layer of clothing and grabbed Firepuncher.

After you walked around the town’s perimeter, he stayed close to you, his eyes seeing even things you could not. It was mercifully peaceful, every being finding what shelter they could. You curled up in your usual spot. Crosshair sat down and curled up against you. You wrapped your body tighter around him, using your fur to protect him from the bitterness. He leaned against you and rested his head against your neck, seeking warmth. You tried one more time to get him to go back inside, your warm home so close.

“I love you more than I hate the cold,” he replied. “Something about you made me feel a little more alive and far less alone.” You hummed the most loving growl you could. You realized that he’s not just out there to help you protect the town. He’s there to protect you from those that fear anything other than the familiar, from those that mean you harm, and from those who think that killing a werewolf would make them a hero. Even though that had never been a worry for you before, he wanted to keep you safe.

As dawn came, the sky cleared. You both got up and walked toward home. Even though the back door of your home opened up to forest, was not too close to your neighbors, and all their windows faced away, Crosshair still kept an eye out, making sure no one noticed you. Just before you changed form, he grabbed a blanket from just inside the door and threw it over you. You started to change back and he made sure the blanket covered you. Not that he minded the sight, but it was incredibly cold out. He scooped you up and walked you through the door, kissing your forehead, and happy to be home with you again.

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