#Tbb werewolf Hunter

[violetjedisylveon]

Bad Batch Loth-Werewolf AU Chapter 2!

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Midnight Masquerade - Hunter

Chapter Summary: The bottle lands on Hunter, and you get a classic monsterfuck.

Chapter Warnings: minors be gone; werewolf!Hunter x f!reader, kinks: predator/prey + knotting; desired fear, discussion of consent and rules, thrill of the chase, hiding, oral (f receiving), slightly graphic description of werewolf transformation, pain, unprotected PiV sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, lots of cum, breeding kink if you squint and hold it sideways, mentions of blood, one instance of near dub-con (reader says “i can’t” and Hunter says otherwise), some aftercare

Word Count: 4.0k (i'm not even ashamed of this one)

A/N: please please heed the warnings on this one. while there is a discussion of consent at the beginning, once the werewolf appears, there is no more discussion. I will say right now: reader wants everything that happens. the fear reader experiences is akin to the desired fear one gets from going through haunted houses or watching scary movies. it costs nothing to keep on scrolling if you don't think you're the intended audience for this fic.

also yes i'm posting this on the full moon. and yes it's the Hunter's Moon. i planned this >:)

...Hunter. 

As the bottle rocks to a halt, you glance up to meet Hunter’s piercing gaze. He’s always been extra perceptive, always had the ability to make you feel like he’s seeing through you, but tonight, with magic coursing through him, his eyes pin you in place. A smirk tilts the corners of his mouth up. 

Your breath shudders out of your chest in anticipation as you let your eyes wander over his costume-turned-reality. Ragged lumberjack plaid stretches over his broad shoulders, torn in places to reveal the continuation of his skeleton tattoo. His teeth have sharpened into points, bared in a grin as the smirk on his face widens. Even his hair, usually so neatly held back by his bandana, is fluffier, longer, wilder.

The strobing, dancing lights reflect yellow eyeshine in his gaze, and you shiver. Arousal already begins to pool in your lower belly, molten heat stirring faintly. Hunter’s nostrils flare as he breathes in. The way his eyes flutter lets you know that he can smell you even amidst the press of sweaty bodies, spilled alcohol, and sickly sweet fog. A whimper falls from you, unheard by anyone except him. 

Hunter twirls a fresh shot of clear alcohol between his fingers. “Well, mesh’la?” 

“U-Um,” you say. The rest of the troopers at the table don’t even bother to hide their smug smirks. “Yeah. Let’s do this.” 

Downing the shot, Hunter slams the glass on the table, shaking his unruly curls out of his face. Then he stands, his broad shoulders and narrow waist drawing your gaze down. Already you catch the hint of a bulge outlined at the apex of his thighs. Your mouth waters, body coming alive with electric desire, and you resist the impulse to squeeze your legs together.

Following his lead, you stand as well. He tucks you against his side and leads you through the crowd. Pressed against him, your senses are flooded with the furnace-like heat he radiates, the unique scent of spice and dirt that fills your nose, the tingling sense of controlled danger where his claw-tipped fingers scratch ever so lightly against your waist. You swallow heavily. Kriff, this is going to be a fun night, and you’re grateful once again to whoever sent you the invite to this party. 

To your surprise, Hunter steers you towards the bar. With gentle pressure on your lower back, he guides you to one of the leather stools, but remains standing himself. He leans his forearm on the sticky bartop next to you, his other hand resting on the swell of your thigh. 

“Need some more liquid courage, Sarge?” you say with a teasing smile, your words sounding much more cool and collected than you actually feel. 

He barks a short laugh. “Hardly. No, I would rather keep this experience between us from start to finish. I...” He trails off, eyes studying your face before drifting down to your body, sitting stiff and wound up before him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “...want you to know what you’re getting into.”

“And what is it that I’m getting into?” you ask. You lean closer to him, so close you can feel his warm breath puffing over your face.

“An experience that requires a few ground rules.” 

You nod for him to continue.

“One: when I catch you, don’t run,” he says. 

The bottom of your stomach drops out with excitement. “‘When’?” 

The grin he gives you is wolfish—there’s no other word for it. His teeth bare in a smile masquerading as a snarl, eyeshine glinting once again. “That’s right.” 

“W-What’s rule two?” 

“If you change your mind, you fight as hard as you can. And hit the panic button on this comlink.” He slips the small metal device from his jeans pocket and holds it between clawed fingers. “I don’t know how much I’ll be able to stay in control if I transform.” 

Gripping the comlink with shaking fingers, you locate the panic button and, with a nod, tuck the device into your pocket. “Rule three?” 

Hunter tilts his head, seeming to look through you again. You fidget in your seat until you realize he must be listening to your body—you become intensely aware of the way that your heart hammers against your ribcage, pulse racing, and of the heat scorching through your veins only to pool deep in your core. When he refocuses on your face again, your cunt clenches around nothing at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Rule three,” he echoes, “don’t hold back.” 

He tilts your head up to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You moan in surprise, body melting with little resistance into his touch. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, not enough to draw blood, but enough that the quick sting sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Resting your palms on his chest, you delight in the way his muscles flex and how he seems to quiver. Like he’s holding himself back, despite his order for you to do the opposite.

You break away with a gasp. Hunter nudges your face to the side and, growling, presses his nose to the pulse point below your jaw. You gasp as he inhales your scent.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” he rasps, his words only meant for you, “you smell good enough to eat.” 

You bite your lip to keep your moan contained, still aware of the bartender shooting you a mildly amused look and of the dozens of people around you right now. As if he can sense you holding back—because he probably can—Hunter bites your neck. 

“Rule three,” he husks. 

“I’ll follow your rules if you follow them, too,” you gasp out. “Don’t you dare hold back, either.” 

He pulls back from you, hooded eyes meeting yours. Whatever he searches for in your gaze, he must find, because a slow, predatory grin spreads over his face. 

“Deal,” he says. “I’ll give you a head start. And then I’m going to fuck you, wherever I find you. Understood?” 

You can’t stop the whine that slips from your throat. “Y-Yes. Understood.” 

“Good.” He steadies you as you slide off the stool onto shaky legs. “Now run.” 

Your brain is several seconds behind, still stuck on the barely-contained growl in his voice and the way your skin shivers with goosebumps, but your body reacts immediately. Legs pumping, you take off through the crowd. Half-assed apologies tumble from you as you knock into people. You have no idea where you’re running to—you don’t even know how much of a head start he’s giving you. You just know you have to hide. Every instinct in you screams to run, to get to safety, to evade the burning gaze you can feel on your back even as you duck and weave between troopers.

You dash through an open doorway and skid to a halt, chest heaving with adrenaline. Before you lie several choices: a branching hallway filled with doors, an exit dead ahead, or a stairwell climbing up to a second-story exit. Glancing over your shoulder, you don’t see Hunter following yet. Part of you, a depraved, wholly needy part of you, wonders how much you should even try to hide—but an even more depraved part of you urges you to make it a challenge. How long will it take for him to find you if you try? 

Mind made up, you take the stairs two at a time and shove against the push-bar so the door swings open. But you don’t step through it. Instead, you let it shut on its own, then you turn and, emboldened by equal parts thrill and desire, you brace your hands on the metal bannister. Heaving yourself up over it, you try to keep as little contact with the railing as possible. 

Your stomach lurches as you drop the ten feet to the permacrete flooring. Thankfully, no joints sprain, and you don’t feel any pain in your shins from the impact. 

Unharmed and feeling pleased with yourself, you bolt through the ground-floor exit. 

Outside, the cool night air kisses your skin and wicks away the sweat that’s already gathered along your forehead. Head turning in either direction, you frantically search for someplace to hide. There’s the crystal forest, sure—but you don’t fancy getting poked with a thousand tiny shards like the ones you walked across when you arrived. You could sneak around the building and run back to the tiny spaceport. But that feels too...predictable. Why run when you can try to hide in plain sight?

To your right, a ladder leads up to the second-floor rooftop. Grabbing onto the cold rungs, you pull yourself up, hands and feet flying. You reach the top and, panting, survey your options. 

This rooftop is barren, save for the doorway you assume leads to the stairs you leapt off. But the next building over has several clusters of chairs and tables, tucked into the shadows of a decorative art piece that twists with elegant curves towards the cloud-studded sky. 

You go to take a step when an idea strikes you. You rip off your jacket, baring your arms to the chilled air, and drape it over the edge of the rooftop next to the ladder. Maybe the extra body heat, sweat, and scent clinging to the fabric will draw his attention and throw him off?

You slink to the closed doorway, then leap past it. You really have no idea how much of your scent you’re leaving behind, or what clues he’ll use to find you, but leaving as few footprints behind seems like a safe bet. Once you’re past the doorway, you break into a sprint again. The next-door rooftop isn’t too far, and after a relatively easy jump, you stumble toward the table tucked closest to the art piece. 

As quickly and quietly as you can, you crawl under the small, square table and arrange the chairs to block your body from view. It’s not perfect, by any means, but it’s the best you can do. 

And it’s not a moment too soon. The door on the other rooftop slams open. Hunter’s dark silhouette stalks out. Even from this distance, you can make out the way his head twitches back and forth as he tries to sniff out your trail. Clenching your jaw, you do your best to calm your labored breathing and urge your racing heart to slow. Anticipation trembles in your limbs.

Hunter jogs to the ladder and picks up your discarded jacket. He leans precariously over the edge of the roof, searching, and for a moment you think you’ve won. 

The wind shifts. 

Cool air sighing past you, you shiver as the sweat dries on your skin. A moment later, Hunter’s head snaps up, and he looks straight at you.

His teeth shine as he bares them in a dangerous smile.

“Oh kriff.”  

You gather your feet beneath you before you remember rule one: don’t run. All you can do is sit, frozen and shaking, beneath the would-be safety of the small table. Hunter prowls toward you. 

When he makes the jump between rooftops, you whimper, scrabbling backward until your shoulders bump against the swirling art piece, deeper into the shadows. You know it won’t help, but the darkness is comforting. Cold seeps into your bones even as your body alights once more with fresh arousal. Kark, have his shoulders always been so broad? 

He comes to a stop directly in front of the table you hide beneath. For a moment, you hold your breath, and the world around you seems to freeze. What is he waiting for? 

The table and chairs scatter with a crash as he yanks the furniture away from you. 

You yelp, surprised fear thrumming through your veins. Above you, standing tall and imposing, Hunter cocks his head at you. He tosses your jacket in your lap. 

“Nice trick,” he says. His voice grates against your skin, causing you to shiver. “Woulda worked if the wind hadn’t changed.” Then he shakes his head. “Well, it woulda worked for a moment. Could smell your cunt all the way over there.” 

He lowers until he crouches in front of you. In the faint starlight, his skull tattoo stands in stark relief, a terrifying visage of death. Your lips part as you pant with need. 

“Fuck, you have no idea how good you smell,” he murmurs. His dark gaze rakes over your cowering form, his tongue wetting his lips. “C’mere.” 

Clawed fingers wrapping around your ankles, he yanks you towards him. You yelp, body stretching flat, and he uses your momentary surprise to tear your pants from you. The fabric yields with a loud rrrrrrip, only to hang in tatters from your waist. 

“K-Kriff,” you swear. “Hunter—”

He shushes you gently. “Let me taste you.” 

He hooks one claw under the flimsy elastic band of your underwear and, with a sharp tug, the fabric snaps twice against your skin. When he peels back the ruined undergarment, you both groan at the faint, shimmery line of slick that pulls away with it. 

Like a man starved, Hunter presses your legs wide open and buries his face in your wet pussy. All concerns about your ruined clothes flee as soon as he licks through your folds. You cry out, pleasure rippling through you as his warm mouth envelopes your center. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you twist the fingers of one hand into his curls, holding his head against you. Your hips rock in pure reaction. Hunter growls, the noise vibrating against your clit. His eyes pierce yours, dark wells of lust and need. Your mouth falls open as you moan. The sounds of your pleasure bounce off the sculpture behind you.

“F-Fuck, Hunter!” you squeal as he sucks on your clit. 

He drags his nose through your folds, inhaling your sweet scent. “You’re soaked, mesh’la. Did you like running from me, huh? Liked running from the big bad wolf?” 

“Ye-e-e-es!” you keen, throwing your head back as he fucks you with his tongue. Deep in your belly, the molten lava of your desire begins to solidify into something more solid, something that promises bone-melting pleasure. 

Overhead, past the art installation, you watch with hazy eyes as the clouds drift lazily across the sky. Steadily, the night grows brighter. Though your upper body remains in shadow, your legs, and with them, Hunter, become bathed in silvery moonlight. 

Hunter’s grip on your thighs turns painful. His claws press a little too hard against your soft skin. Wincing, you snap your attention back to where Hunter’s mouth closes around your cunt. A moan punches out of your chest as you watch his eyes blink rapidly, shifting from lust-blown to golden and shining, alight with an intelligence that isn’t quite human. 

He shoves himself back from you, stumbling away, his entire body convulsing. “D-Don’t run,” is all he manages to grit out before—

Snap! 

You gasp, unable to do anything but watch with wide eyes as Hunter’s body violently contorts and transforms before you. His limbs elongate, knees bending unnaturally, ribs cracking as a new form tears itself out of his skin. Fear and desire chase each other through your body; you don’t know which one you feel most intensely.

With a deep, sonorous howl, the Hunter you know is replaced by a hulking wolven beast. Crouched on two legs, the werewolf pants heavily, staring down at massive, clawed hands. Hunter’s clothes hang off the beast in rags, shredded by the way his body swelled and grew during the transformation. But what strikes you the most is his fur. Dark gray fur, shot through with white streaks, falls in a shaggy coat all across his body. With a jolt you realize the white fur matches exactly the skeleton tattoo Hunter bears—in his wolf form, the tattoo is still humanoid, reflecting the person now trapped within.

“H-Hunter?” you ask, voice shaky and tentative. 

The wolf snaps his attention to you. Those bright, intelligent golden eyes lock onto yours as a snarl, animalistic and deep, tears from him, his teeth bared. His snout, rough and ridged, twitches as he scents you. Your legs remain open, slick folds still bared and glistening in the moonlight.

Dropping onto all fours, the werewolf sniffs the air again. Then, quicker than you can fully process, the wolf pounces. His claws dig into your sides as he drags you closer once more, a startled scream tearing from your throat. The sound only seems to encourage him. Growling deep in his chest, Hunter—the werewolf—he lowers his head and licks a stripe up your pussy. 

You gasp at the odd sensation. His tongue is long and rough against your sensitive skin, but you find it strangely pleasurable. A shudder runs up your body as the wolf laps at your dripping core; the heat simmering in your lower belly blazes back to life, a raging inferno of need blinding you to the fear of what this wolf really could do to you if he wanted. But you don’t dare move within his grasp.

You fight to keep your hips still as you watch the werewolf lick your cunt. Gasping for breath, you catch sight of something—something thick and red, hanging between his thighs. 

A groan claws out of you. “F-Fuck. Hunter, please.” 

Whether the werewolf understands you or not, you’re unsure, but he withdraws his mouth, the fur around his lips soaked with your juices. You heave a shuddering gasp as he hooks one large hand under your ass, angling your body. His other hand wraps around his large, throbbing cock. Watching in fascination, you moan as the slim, pointed tip drags through your soaked folds. 

“Please,” you whimper. “Please.” 

With another low growl, Hunter thrusts into you, burying his thick length to the hilt. You shout, pleasure and pain biting through you in equal measures, as he splits you open. Walls fluttering around the intrusion, you go boneless, forcing yourself to relax. 

Hunter sets a brutal, punishing pace. His cock reaches parts of you no one ever has before, stretching you in ways that you’re sure will ruin you for anyone else. High, heady moans tumble from you with every sharp thrust of his hips, your nipples pebbled in the cold night air. One of your hands squeezes the soft flesh of your breasts, the other snaking down between your bodies to circle around your clit. Pleasure spikes within you, orgasm drawing closer as you play with yourself. 

“G-Gonna—” You let out a choked moan. “Gonna cum.” 

Maybe the wolf does understand you, because he bares his teeth in a terrifying display, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. Spit drools onto your heated skin. Gathering some of it on your fingers, you return to your clit to rub frantic circles there. 

Hunter adjusts the angle of your hips by a fraction, and you cum with a scream as he drives into that one devastating spot inside you. Back arching off the permacrete ground, your vision whites out as the wolf fucks you through your orgasm. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure crests over you, until you’re sobbing from overstimulation. 

Pushing with weak arms on the wolf’s chest, you somehow manage to get him to pull out of you, to give you a moment to catch your breath and recover. The wolf looms over you, panting and drooling. His cock twitches when you reach down to stroke the strange appendage.

“Good boy,” you mutter, leaning up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. On a whim, you reach up to scratch behind one of his ears. The wolf’s eyes slide shut, a pleased hum vibrating in his chest.

Then his instincts seem to kick back in. With a huff, Hunter flips you, his nails scratching across the soft skin of your tummy. Chest pressed to the ground, ass in the air, you whine brokenly as he pushes his length into your tight heat once again. You rock your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, mind melting into incoherency as he fucks against that shattered piece of heaven in your cunt. A second orgasm begins to build in your lower belly, and you desperately chase it, circling your clit once again. 

Hunter is getting close as well. His incessant growls are steadily becoming higher, more akin to whines than snarls. His claws dig into your flesh hard enough to break skin; tiny rivulets of blood slide down your front. You don’t care, just so long as he makes you cum again. Tears form in the corners of your eyes as your body winds tighter and tighter, orgasm threatening to pull you under at any moment. In your slick cunt, Hunter’s cock pulses, and seems to bulge. 

Then, without warning, he buries himself in you as deep as he can go. You cry out, body shuddering with pleasure as his cock—swelling and knotting—presses against your walls. You cum on his knot like that, squealing in delight, nerves obliterated and frayed as he cums with a howl. Knot pulsing, he paints your insides with ropes of hot cum that just don’t seem to stop. He fills you to the brim, and then some—you can feel his hot spend dripping down your thighs where it leaks out past his cock.

Slowly, Hunter begins to transform back into himself. His fingernails shrink, pulling the tips from your body. His fur dissolves into ash, and now against your back, his sweaty skin sticks to yours where he gasps for air. But his cock remains knotted in your cunt, both of you swollen and sensitive. 

You regain the ability to talk before he does. “H-Hunter. Hey. You okay?” 

He hums, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. 

“I need a verbal answer,” you say between pants. 

“I’m—fuck, I’m good.” He pushes himself off you with shaky arms. But he remains kneeling behind you, locked in your tight walls. “Did I hurt you?” 

“Not in any way that I didn’t like,” you say. “Honestly kind of forgot about the panic button. Not that I wanted to use it,” you hurry to add. “That was... I don’t even have the words. ‘Amazing’ doesn’t cut it.” 

He chuckles, and the vibrations make you both moan. Your pussy clenches weakly around him. With warm, human fingers, Hunter squeezes the flesh of your ass and rocks you gently back and forth. 

“Oh stars,” you breathe. “I can’t, Hunter, it’s too much—”

“You can,” he murmurs. His hands help you move, each gentle thrust loosening the knot still swollen inside you. “You can take it, mesh’la.” 

Keening, your hands scrabble for purchase. Fingers wrapping around his wrists where he holds you, you crane your neck to look back at him over your shoulder. His face is sweaty, hair plastered to his skin, and his lips are flushed and swollen. His eyes are half-lidded and still dark with lust. In a word, he looks debauched. When his gaze meets yours, he smirks.

“That’s it,” he encourages, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your hips. “Just like that.” 

You cum again, preening under his praise despite the way your aching body screams for rest. This orgasm is slow, bone-deep and debilitating in its power. But the extra gush of slick is enough to push Hunter out of you. You both groan at the sensation of separating. 

“Look at that,” Hunter murmurs. When you glance back again, his eyes are transfixed on your cunt. His cum, all of it, wells up and spills out of your spent pussy. Seemingly without realizing it, he gathers some of the sticky substance and pushes it back into your cunt with his thumb. 

You hiss. He withdraws his hands, then tugs you up onto your knees and cradles you to his chest. “You did so well, mesh’la.” 

“You, too, Hunter,” you mumble against his skin. For a long while, the pair of you remain there, wrapped in a comforting embrace, until you chuckle. 

“What’s so funny?” he asks. 

“Our clothes are ruined,” you say. “How are we supposed to go anywhere?” 

He laughs with you, despite not having an answer. That’s alright, you think, it’s an excuse to get him into one of those rooms downstairs....

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[letshareapapou]

[lonewolflupe]

Full Moons

Aaaaaah so this is finally done!! I had this envisioned as soon as I came across the first announcement for @pinahallowsevecloneparty. It's not perfect but with my humble digital art skills, I'm really happy how it turned out! I know Wolffe would be a more obvious choice for this, but I can totally see Hunter as a Werewolf. Also I should have added the bandana, but I couldn't get it right on the wolf. Better luck next time.

Alright, stills and uncensored remarks below the cut (:

Uncensored remarks (I'm not holding back here):

First of all and most importantly: CLONE TIDDIES

Secondly, kriff me

I spent a normal amount of time on this piece. NO I DIDN'T, please, next time I come up with an idea like this, please PLEASE restrain me until I manage to buy myself proper digital drawing equipment (drawing with a mouse is so SO time-consuming and my wrist hates me)

Whaaaaat, your girl Lupe drew HANDS? Hands not looking like abonimations? How did this happen? (Answer: I used references)

Speaking about using references: searching for bare-chested male body anatomy references was a pleasure, hehe (I might frame the sketches I did for this piece, for er- for research/anatomy improvement purposes of course)

Please don't ask why the pubic hair looks like a kriffing Christmas tree (I've never drawn pubic hair before, but it looks more like a Christmas tree than whenever I try drawing a Christmas tree)

Listening to Powerwolf 24/7 really helps you visualising werewolves (like, I see them everywhere now; am I surrounded?)

Also thanks to @tentakelspektakel I used the lasso tool for the first time (to draw the clouds and the trees), THANK YOU it was a lifesaver!

Alright, now this is done, I can focus on writing again (:

[giganonyx]

So is Werewolf!Hunter scared or nervous that he might hurt omega?

He is a creature born of the Sith, after all.

teehee I’m back to drawing bad batch thingsss— gonna be answering all of your lovely asks in my inbox as soon as I can!! Take this fun sketch of Hunter, and the fear of his more…fluffy, toothy side.

He is definitely afraid of hurting her. Bloodlust is built into the curse, and sometimes, his instincts become difficult to quell. It’s in moments such as these, that he has to take certain measures to ensure he doesn’t do anything he’ll come to regret.

[22hemi12]

Another Unfinished unedited story! How about some werewolf batch?

I really wanna finish this one but writer's block :(

Enjoy anyways :)

Their mission was to retrieve data for the republic. It was so simple.

That is all this was supposed to be, simple and easy, but it isn't … and Hunter has never been more terrified.

Hunter points his blaster in the direction of where he thinks the source of the growl, which echoes throughout the forest, came from. Under his helmet, sweat pools, almost distracting him. He inhales deeply, trying to stay calm for his brothers.

“Tech…You said earlier that there aren't any large predators on this planet, right?” Hunter could barely hear Echo's whispered words through the sound of his heart beating. He could smell his brothers' fear, which irritated him.

“There…Isn't meant to be...Perhaps it is an invasive species." Tech's rambling was interrupted by a howl that pierced the Batches ears, causing Hunter to hiss in pain and momentarily place his hand over his helmet.

"We can take it, whatever it is!" The sudden loud crunch of branches in front of Wrecker quickly extinguished his courage.

Its movements are rapid. Too quick for Hunter or Crosshair to determine its location.

"I can't wait to shoot this thing and get this over with." At Crosshair's words, a large dark blur rushed the lean clone from out of the bushes.

The only sounds loud enough to be heard from a distance were the cracking of plastoid armour and feral growls.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

It was thrilling in the worst way to feel the heat of the fire behind me, but that is to be expected when working with the batch.

"Of course Wrecker couldn't help himself." I chuckle to myself while speaking into the comms as I hear Wrecker shout with delight. Hunter sighed loudly in return.

"That is Wrecker for you, always blowing things up." Echo said as he ran next to me towards the gunship the General had lent us, breathing heavily and a hint of pain in his voice.

When I glance over at Echo, I notice he limps lightly. His cybernetics must be hurting him. Once we are on the marauder, I should take a look.

Behind the waiting ship, I huffed as I spot Crosshair sliding down the hill, his precious fire puncher in hand, always a show off.

The regs who helped us in this mission entered the gunship first.

Echo nodded to me in appreciation as I helped him onto the gunship by holding his hand. We waited for the remaining batch members. The sounds of blaster fire coming from where the others had gone, caught our attention.

"Need assistance, Sarge?" I spoke over the comms. My question drew the others' attention, causing them to raise their blasters and prepare to exit the gunship.

"We've got this!" Hearing Wrecker groan in pain after he spoke, made me second guess what he said.

“Ignore him, back up is needed" Hunter panted. I nodded to the others, the regs ran out first towards the others. I put my hand in front of Echo before he ran after them.

As Crosshair reluctantly followed to cover the regs, I spoke, "Take a break Echo, you're in pain."

“I’m fine." Echo tried to fight, but he hissed, holding onto the place between his flesh and cybernetics. He sighed, “Okay I’ll sit this one out." I watched him sit before running to meet up with the others. When I rounded the corner, Hunter, Wrecker and Tech reached us, gradually moving backwards while taking shots at the droids. Taking a chance we ran to the gunship.

Before we all could get onto the ship a reg fell after a droid shot his leg. Anxiety and adrenaline made me run out to help the reg onto the gunship. His brothers grabbed him out of my arms before we took off. The droids behind us continued to shoot at us as the gunship's doors closed.

Before the doors could close completely a bolt hit my back. Hissing in pain I fell to my knees.

Ow...

-

Back on the maurarder, Tech patched up my back, Wrecker and Echo sat next to me.

Wrecker pouted at the fact that needles were involved with his wounds.

Echo also pouted but only because his cybernetics were running down and needed TLC. Which meant Echo was grounded for now. At least he won't be alone.

Hunter and Crosshair walked in after reporting to the general. Hunter noticed the pout on his brother's face and spoke.

"Stop pouting Echo, (Y/N) will be here too" I turned and smiled at the man to my right.

"Yeah Echo, we can have some fun" I wiggled my eyebrows at him in a teasing manner. Making Wrecker chuckle.

"Great…" Echo turned away from me, doing a bad job hiding his smirk.

"You are patched up, I'll start the ship" Tech packed up the medkit and walked towards the cockpit, Laying down my head onto Wrecker's lap and legs on Echo's.

"You hungry?" Wrecker asked, a sweet smile on his face.

"Nah, you?" I asked, and he laughed.

"Always" I groaned as he softly removed my head from his lap to get some food.

I turn my head to look for the other two. Crosshair was cleaning his precious on the bunk across from us. Hunter left at some point, probably in the cockpit with Tech. I felt Echo pet my calf as he looked started to nodd off.

I stare at Cross, waiting for him to notice. Feeling the ship lurch into hyperspace, Crosshair looks up at me noticing I had been staring at him for a while. An extremely annoyed expression appeared on his face. Smiling at him I pat the place next to my head, indicating I want a pillow.

He blinks at me before groaning and getting up. He left his firepuncher on the other bunk, so I sat up waiting for him to get comfortable before lying on his lap.

"You're a brat" Crosshair remarked, putting his hand on my shoulder. I could hear Echo chuckle.

"You love me" I smirked at him. He doesn't reply, nor looks down at me.

A few minutes of calm relaxation were interrupted by the ship's violent exit from hyperspace. Alarms were blaring, making me fall off the boys and bunk.

While Crosshair helped me up, Tech yelled from the cockpit, "brace yourselves!" Not even a split second later the ship crashed. Making Crosshair fall backwards, accidentally pulling me onto him.

After a moment, the shaking stopped. The batch all groan, getting up shakily, helping Crosshair up to his feet.

Echo stood up, hissing in pain. We walked towards the cockpit, rubbing our sore places.

Hunter was helping Tech up, he must've fallen off the pilot's seat due to the crash.

"What… ugh… happened?" Wrecker sat up rubbing his head.

"We crashed" Tech said monotonously.

"We noticed" Crosshair glared at his older brother.

"Where are we?" It didn't take long for Tech to give the all clear for the air on the planet. Opening the hatch we all climbed down onto the soft grass.

This planet was beautiful, lush green grass that smelt sweet, gorgeous blue skies. "This place is pretty" Wrecker spoke. I nodded in agreement with his words.

Tech stood next to us looking down at his datapad, "Ah ha, Found where we are" Looking to Tech, Awaiting him to info dump.

But it didn't come. Looking at the smart man's face, he looks... nervous... "Tech?" He glanced up at me. He coughed to cover up his reaction.

"This is an unnamed planet, but it's mostly known for its sweet smelling grass and long nights with twin moons." Tech spoke, looking at the others noting that they looked nervous now. Hunter snapped out of it quickly.

"How long will it take to fix the ship?" Tech quickly calculated in his mind.

"It'll take 2 weeks" I looked at him, surprised.

"2 weeks?! Our rations will last us a week max! And that is with rationing that we know wrecker wont abide by!" Echo yelled, ... he never yells. It didn't take long for the whole batch to start yelling.

"OI!" I yelled before Crosshair could punch Wrecker. They turned to me, shock on their faces. "We have been in worse situations than this, now we will treat this like any other mission. We can start hunting for food. There are obviously plants and things that eat the plants, so pull your heads outta your asses and let's do this!" The boys reluctantly agreed.

The boys walked off to do their own things. Hunter came up to me and patted my shoulder. "Good job" I smiled at him before he walked off.

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After a long day of checking through our supplies and planning rations, Echo wasn't far off. We have 1 week and 5 days of ration's, so we will have to hunt to survive the remaining days while the ship is getting fixed.

Laying on Wrecker's bunk for a nap and leaving the boys to do their thing, I never expected to wake up to a loud whining howl outside the ship. Cautiously, I grabbed my blaster, putting it on stun and flicking on the flashlight after noticing it was dark. Walking out to see the unfinished set up, the perimeter sensors weren't turned on and the last one lay next to ... Echo's armour.

I walked to it and noticed he must took it off abruptly. However, even though his blacks were absolutely torn, I relaxed, noticing no blood. A whine coming from behind me made me swing around to look at the rest of the camp.

The others were not to be seen, but some of their armour lay all over the place, leading towards the woods. Another whine, reaching to the front of the ship, noting how something crawled under. Silently I looked under, flashing my flashlight under the ship. A large curled figure unfurled and looked at me with a whine. It's ears became flush against it's head as it tried to make it's self as small as possible.

Its grey fur was matted with chunks missing. He looked skinny, unhealthily so. Looking at the creature's arm, I noticed something that was way too small, familiar, and cybernetic. "Echo?" The creature's ears perked up... is this ... thing Echo?

"Echo, is that you?" Echo seemed to smile as he tried to crawl out from under the ship, wincing at trying to use his human form's cybernetics.

"Oh Echo, are they hurting?" He nodded, licking his bleeding arm. I reached under the ship to help him remove the arm cybernetic. Echo whines as I'm forced to rip out some fur to remove it.

"Oh I know, it's okay, you're doing so well" Echo licks my cheek at my words. I smile at him, even though he appears embarrassed by his animal instincts. Reaching up to rub his cheek, he leaned heavily into my touch. "How did this happen?" Echo sighed. "Okay, we'll talk later," He nodded. I moved backwards, watching Echo crawl out from under the ship, wincing at his whines of pain.

Once he is out I help him remove the lower half of his prosthetics. Looking at Echo, then his legs, I only now realize how much bigger he is than normal. If Tech made prosthetics for this form, he'd be over 8 feet tall. Speaking of Tech.

"Did you see where the others went?"

I sighed as he pointed his nose at the woods where their armour led. "Never easy with you boys huh?" Picking up my blaster I walk towards the woods. Echo growls. Turning back to look at him he growls and shakes his head. "Echo, rest, your arm is still bleeding" He pouts. Sighing at him I kneel back down, patting his head.

"It's okay, I'll be back! I promise." He whines before relenting and lying down.

Standing up and looking towards the woods, I hope the others are as easy as Echo.

-

The armour trail had vanished and I was kneeling to the ground looking at a paw print that was similar to echo's paw, pointing my flashlight up the trail noting a metal object, Tech's goggles.

Picking them up and observing them, covered in dirt and broken at the strap, Tech must be having trouble seeing without them. Hearing a hollow thud quickly followed by a whine from a small clearing in front of me.

Walking into the clearing slowly, watching the large creature rub a paw over its head, its fur resembled the colour of Tech's hair.

"Tech?" The creature turned to me, squinting to get a better look at me. He crouched down on all fours and walked toward me, sniffing the air periodically. Once he got face to face with me, his intelligent eyes widened in recognition.

"Heh, Hey Tech" Scratching his head, watching his eyes close slightly. "Come on, let's get you back to the ship huh?" keeping my hand on his neck, keeping him from running into trees.

Once we arrived, I watched Echo perk up seeing Tech return. Letting him go he walked to sit next to Echo, wrapping his tail around his brother. "2 down, 3 to go" I said turning back into the woods. That was easy...

[oceansssblue]

~[MAGICAL CREATURES SERIES] –THE BAD BATCH AU

INCLUDING:

1. "DROPS OF WATER" TECH/SIREN!OFC 💔💖🔥

QUIETLY HURT BY HIS BROTHERS WORDS, TECH TAKES A SMALL BOAT AND DECIDES TO SPEND THE AFTERNOON EXPLORING THE COAST OF PABU. THERE'S SOMETHING IN THE WATER THAT DISTRACTS HIM FAR MORE THAN WHAT HE WAS ORIGINALLY AIMING FOR.

Will post Link here:

Extra:

Link to a request were Tech is also a Mer! Fluff&tinybitofangst&sprinkleofsmut.

2. "JUST AS SHARP" CROSSHAIR/VAMPIRE!OFC 🔥

WITH THE INEVITABLE MONOTONY OF LIVING A HUNDRED LIFES, NAKHTI VALERI HAS A HARD TIME FINDING SOMETHING THAT SPIKES HER INTEREST; YET SOMEHOW, HER EYES LATCH ON THE GREY-HAIRED SOLDIER AS SOON AS HE STEPS INTO THE ROOM.

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3. "LIKE YOUR SHINE" ECHO/FAIRY!OFC 💖

FAIRIES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN NATURALLY ATTRACTED TO SPARKLING PRETTY THINGS; JEWELRY, THE REFLECTION OF THE SUN IN THE WATER, THE DELICATE WINGS OF BUTTERFLIES AND FIREFLIES... WELCOMING THE PECULIAR GROUP OF SOLDIERS IN THEIR FOREST, BLUEBELL FINDS A SHINE THAT CATCHES HER EYE.

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4. "THE SMELL OF FIRE" HUNTER/PHOENIX!OFC 💖

THERE'S SOMETHING STRANGE HAPPENING IN THE SMALL MOON PLACED ON THE EDGES OF THE GALAXY WITH THE UNKOWN REGIONS. THEIR PEOPLE ARE RESERVED AND SECRETIVE; TRYING TO APPEAR NORMAL, THOUGH HUNTER HEAVILY SUSPECTS THEY AREN'T. HIS NOSE EASILY PICKS UP THE SMELL OF ASH AND FIRE.

6PART STORY: FINISHED

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5. "NOT A DOG" WRECKER/WEREWOLF!OFC 💔💖

AFTER ONE OF THE WORST DAYS OF HER LIFE, AN INJURED VALERIE GETS RESCUED BY ONE OF THE KINDEST HUMANS SHE HAS EVER SEEN. IF THE BLONDE KID AND THE VERY BIG SOLDIER THINK SHE'S A REGULAR WOLF WHILE THEY KEEP HER HIDDEN AND SAVE IN THEIR SHIP... OH WELL, SHE'S CONTENT TO PLAY THE PART UNTIL SHE'S HEALED AND READY TO LEAVE.

2 PART STORY: FINISHED

Link here:

[jedipoodoo]

Time to bring this storyline back... @giganonyx

[hellhound5925]

One shot - Sargent Hunter

Thank you @lune-de-miel-au-paradis for the awesome mood board!

“There’s only one way to find out”

Warnings: 18+, fluff, smut, werewolf stuff, breeding kink

Summary:

Werewolves, like fully transformable werewolves. A life that was so different from any other. Hunter and his woman enjoy late nights in the woods, surrounded by everything that pleases their more wild side.

The autumn moon had found its place high in the sky, casting its amber glow down onto the forest. The breeze rolling in the fog and gently rustling what left of the leaves in the trees. This time of year was our favorite, the cool crisp air in your lungs and the scent of pine that hangs in the air. The only sounds that can be heard are the chirping circuits and the blanket of leaves that cover the soft dirt crunching under my paws. I was never really worried about being quiet but when you're as fast and powerful as me, it's usually not an issue.

A rustling noise off to my left, draws the attention of my ears causing me to slide to a stop. My nose immediately goes to the air, trying to pick out a scent. Once again I hear the rustling but this time it comes from behind. The sudden feeling of vulnerability causes me to spin around, barring my large pearly white canines. A low growl erupts from deep within my chest as a warning to whatever lays beyond the bushes.

I get low to the ground, pinning my ears and preparing for an attack but before I can move, a large black wolf leaps from the bushes. It lands on top of me, a series of snarls and yips escapes my lips. Now pinned to the ground, I instinctively roll to my back ready to fight to the death. Our eyes lock and a familiar warmth washes over me as the honey brown irises pull me in. My eyes wander my fellow canines face, the black fur broken up on one side of his face with traces of white....Hunter. I can feel my body start to relax and he huffs as though he finds this situation comical.

Narrowing my eyes, I snap at his face to get off me. He moves, allowing me to stand before stalking circles around me. The look in his eyes is one almost like someone whose been starved in front of a large feast. I tip my head down while my eyes look up at him in submission hoping he takes the bate. He does, taking a few strides towards me before I dart off back through the woods. Hunter always did like the chase.

My feet can hardly keep up with themselves, heart pounding in my ears at the thrill. I could hear him a few paces behind me but once again he seems to have disappeared. Unfortunately for me, I stick out like a sore thumb. My bright white fur a great contrast to my environment, at least my speed makes up for it.

I had not been paying attention to the direction I was running until I slowed my pace. Realizing now that I was at the edge of the woods, I decide to make my way over to the cliffs edge just past the trees. The view from here is breath taking, enough to have the undivided attention of all of my senses. Out of the corner of my eye, my canine partner comes into view as he makes his way to my side. We both sit there together in silence for a moment looking out over the edge and the land below.

Without another thought, I throw myself his direction, landing on top of him in a pile of limbs. The two of us now in our human form.

"You scare me like that again you might end up regretting it" I tease, running my fingers through this hair.

Hunter chuckles and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, "Is that a threat?" I roll my eyes at his response.

The glow of the moon lights his face up in a way that makes him the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I trace the skull tattoo on his face with my fingers from his cheek down his stubbled jawline before stoping at his lips. My eyes flick up to meet his, the honey brown irises now small halos around pupils that are blown wide. His arousal makes itself known as our bodies are pressed together.

The thing about us...about werewolves...is we mate for life. Hunter is my mate and I am his.

He pushes a blonde strand of hair out of my face, gently tucking it behind my ear. Eyes flicking between mine, he raises a brow "I can see that beautiful brain of yours working."

Placing both hands on his chest I rest my chin on them, smiling softly as I listen to the steady rhythm of his heart. "I was just thinking about how much I love you....." I trail off not really sure if what his reaction will be to my other thought.

"And?"

"And what? Does there have to be something else?" I give myself completely way by nervous rambling, not to mention he can definitely hear my heart rate spike.

His eyes narrow and he sits up forcing me to sit up with him. Now face to face with me in his lap, he puts both hands on my waist. I can't help but drape my arms over his broad muscular shoulders. Tipping my head back I sigh, still not sure if this is a great idea. He takes the opportunity to pepper kisses along my neck and collar bones mumbling the whole time.

"Are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to pull it out of you?"

I let him continue for a moment humming my satisfaction before pushing him away.

"Alright fine, I'll tell you. But I'm not sure how you'll react."

Concern flashes over his face as he straightens himself up to listen attentively.

"I wonder what our kids would— look like?" I pause searching his face for a reaction but I get none. "Like as far as wolves..."

His eyes fill with something different this time, not lust, but...admiration? No that's not it... "I bet they'd be the most beautiful pups you've ever seen."

My heart swells so big, it might burst though my chest, "Really? You think so?" Honestly I don't even need a response because now the look in his eyes makes sense. He's radiating emotions that would normally overwhelm someone like us, instead I welcome it. Allowing it to wrap me in it's warm embrace. Love...he's radiating love.

Hunter grabs one side of my face, pulling me closer so our foreheads touch. His brown eyes pulling me in, forever entangling our souls. A connection like no other.

"There's only one way to find out."

The thought causes me to bite my lip, which draws his attention. Rolling us over so I'm now underneath him, he tugs at the hem of my shirt.

Pulling it over my head, he kisses down my sternum, stopping just below my belly button. "I can't get the image of you carrying my baby out of my head" his voice is low, low enough the average person wouldn't be able to hear. But I heard him clear as day, the possessiveness puts me over the edge. My inter wolf even howls in excitement at the thought.

He picks his head up and looks at me, as if to make sure I heard him. I involuntarily arch my back, his words still lingering in my ears. A devilish smirk makes it way across his face as he gently tugs off the rest of my clothing, exposing me to the cool crisp air. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, Hunter's eyes consume the image of me before him before removing his own clothing.

His body against mine, creating a warmth until mine can adjust to the air. Without warning, he slides two fingers into my core causing a gasp to escape my lips. The vibration in his chest travels through my core as he lets out a light chuckle. Being that we are mates, he can read me like book and knows just the right buttons to press. My fingers dig into the dirt at my sides, whats left of the grass tickles my palms while he skillfully reaches all the right places.

I inhale sharply and release the dirt, letting it fall back to its rightful place. The scent of the freshly disturbed earth reaches my nose. Hunter notices this and stops, I let out a whimper in blissful anguish, being so close and having him just stop like that is unfair.

"Easy mesh'la (beautiful) we're going to do this together" he coos.

Planting both hands on either side of me, I grab onto his biceps squeezing in anticipation of the pressure at my center. He lines himself up before pushing himself into my core. A drunken sound leaves my lips, egging him on. Hunter picks up a steady pace sending me right back into a mind numbingly, euphoric state.

He kisses the skin on my neck making his way up to my ear where the gently tugs at it, "I'm going to fill you to the brim" voice dripping with lust. "Pl—please" I beg, sounding far more needy than I intended. With a grunt he pushed himself further than I thought possible.

My hands make their way to the back if his head, tangling my fingers in his soft waves. The sound of my desperate cries for him and skin on skin filtering through the trees, drowning out the circuits. As I get closer, my grip on his hair tightens.

"S—so close"

"Shhhh, I know Mesh'la."

We come undone together. His forehead pressed to mine and his eyes flutter shut as he grunts, making good on his promise. Neither of us move for what seems like eternity.

He hums softly before speaking, "Want to make sure this sticks." I slide my hands down his face, holding onto it. His eyes open and meet mine, "You'll make a great dad" I whisper, twirling a stand of his hair around my finger.

"I hope they have hair like yours...You've always had better hair than me." A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he leans in and kisses me, letting me know that even though the galaxy is vast, the only place he wants to be is right here, right now.

Taglist: @cloneloverrrrr @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @idoubleswearimawriter @maybethatfanfictionwriter

@savebytheodore @savebytheodoresnonjosestuff @jediknightjana @techs-goggles9902 @clonethirstingisreal

[rendomski]

“The Night is Bleakest Beneath a Full Moon” by TrashSaberCat

“The Night is Bleakest Beneath a Full Moon” by TrashSaberCat (known as @giganonyx here on Tumblr) is  an amazing fic with an awesome werewolf Hunter! Not some fluffy doggo, like many werewolves in the multifandom tend to be, but a real feral beast (heed the warnings! Bad things happen!), albeit not by choice.

Though the plot is centered on Hunter becoming a werewolf, it is not totally Hunter-centered. I loved the solid perspectives of all the characters (Wrecker's being my favourite) having to deal with their brother gone feral and dangerous. Everybody suffers, everybody is conflicted and torn apart, some not only mentally 😱.

Not fantasy!AU, BTW, the werewolves are incorporated into the SW canon quite organically.

Can't wait for the update! 😉

An illustration by the author, @giganonyx

[lizartgurl]

Werewolf Hunter is having a... wild first night as a werewolf.

The Night is Bleakest Beneath a Full Moon by @giganonyx on Ao3

Saachi is my OC

[barkandshark]

Werewolves 🌕

[violetjedisylveon]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) & Original Character(s), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Cid & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Original Female Character(s), Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) & Original Clone Trooper Character(s), Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch & Original Character(s), Clone Force 99 | Bad Batch & Original Clone Trooper Character(s) Characters: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Hunter (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Crosshair (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Wrecker (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Cid (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), CT-7567 | Rex, Original Characters, Fennec Shand, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Original Trans Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Loth-Wolves (Star Wars), Loth-Werewolves, Werewolves, Original Star Wars Species and planets, Original Pantoran character - Freeform, Original Mandalorian Character - Freeform, Force-Sensitive Original Character(s), Werewolves Turn Into Actual Wolves, Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) has ADHD, Hurt Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Omega Needs a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Blood and Injury, Omega is a slightly traumatized(soon to be more traumatized)sweet baby, Self-Harm, Sleep Deprivation, Self Confidence Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Doubt, Fluff and Angst and Feels, Mental Health Issues, Trauma, Good Parent CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Tired CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Self-Hatred, Self-Worth Issues, Omega Gets a Hug (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Eventual Hugs, Lesbian Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Tired Parent CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Good Older Sibling CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, Trans Clone Troopers (Star Wars), Good Person Cid (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Gay CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo Is Gay Series: Part 1 of Loth-Werewolf Universe Summary:

The Bad Batch is completely out of luck when it comes to raising a child, now they have to raise a shy, nervous, self deprecating, possibly traumatized Loth-Werewolf child while on the run from any threats to their small pack. They come to learn that they don't actually know how to be wolves off the battlefield, and things just keep getting worse for them. Omega has spent her whole life pretending to not be what she is, because to the Kaminoans, she is wrong. And that shit takes a long time to work out. But she doesn't need to be a problem, and it's not like it's that important! She and her brothers have to navigate a galaxy, run by those extremely discriminatory towards their kind and avoid the Empire who begins to hunt them for unknown reasons. The Loth-Clones get unexpected aid from a former Jedi contact, and Omega forms a relationship with a lone wolf, who knows all too well about her troubles.

Generally updates during spooky season.

[echos-girlfriend]

How about some Hunter Werewolf au, if you’d do that kind of thing

Howdy!

Hmm I’ve never done this before! But I’ll definitely do my best! I’m always open to try new things!

Hope you like it anon! 💙💜🤍

Under the moonlight

Hunter x Reader

Master list

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Hunter leaves the ship during a full moon. You go out to find him and run into a a werewolf..

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Warning: werewolf AU if you don’t like that sorta thing

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“That’s not fair!”

“It is sufficiently fair.. you did not dodge my previous attack therefore you are weaker than last round”

“Ugh.. whatever Tech.. where is hunter?”

“Uh. He went out for fresh air. He will be back soon.”

“Hmm.. why are you so nervous?”

“I’m not. I’m just tired. You should get some rest too.”

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You woke up due to a loud howling. You looked to your side and hunter had not come to bed yet. You were worried..

You made sure everyone else hadn’t woken up and threw on warm clothes. It was cold and windy. But the full moon gave you some light.

“Hunter!! Hunter where are you!”

You called but got no answer. You were worried whatever you had heard got him. Ate him. Killed him! Your mind was getting the better of you.

You heard the howl again but this time it was closer. You called and called for hunter but he still didn’t answer.

“Hunter please. I can’t lose you.. I love you too much”

You sat on a log and pulled your knees to your stomach, hiding your face. You felt a warm sensation on your back.. like something rubbing your back.

“Hunter.. is that- AHHHH!”

You turned around and saw a huge wolf staring you dead in the eyes. You tripped over yourself during your panic and fell to the ground.

The wolf came closer and you tried to Shield yourself from it using your hands.. but it simply nuzzled it’s face against your hands.

You slowly moved your hands down and looked at the wolfs eyes. Beautiful brown, grey eyes..

“Hunter. It’s you.”

You slowly got up and hunter came closer to you. He pushed his forehead against your middle. You put your hands on his face right under his ears.

“Oh hunter.. why didn’t you tell me”

He looked up at you with sad eyes as if to say ‘I didn’t want you to be afraid of me..’ you knew he would’ve said that.. he was kind and caring.

“You can’t stay out her all night.. there’s room on the bunk for you to sleep with me.. but he quiet”

He huffed as if to say yes. You both walked back into the ship quietly. You laid down on the bunk and patted it. He jumped up and crushed you slightly with warm weight.

His head and front paws resting in your stomach.

“Goodnight hunter.. see you in the morning”

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You woke up.. and felt soft locks of hair. You looked down and hunter was back to his human self. With his hands wrapped around your waist and his head resting on his stomach.

You smiled and laid quietly.. not wanting to wake him.. you then realized that perhaps hunter loved for his hair to scratched around his ears for a reason..

Now you waited for him to awake and a new day to begin..

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[giganonyx]

Fluff with werewolf hunter and omega please

Because I'm a sucker for fluff

Ask and ye shall receive! This was so cute to do! Idk why it took so long fr 💀 BUT I hope you like it ❤️❤️ thank you for requesting 😩😭💞💞

The quality decreases as you go on but SHH

Send me more asks about werewolf Hunter doing werewolf Hunter things I like it

[pinahallowsevecloneparty]

Pineapple's Halloween Clone Party 2024 MASTER LIST

October was crazy, so if you see something missing from this list or find a bad link, please let me know! 🍍

Demon Haunted by @reader6898 (fic-NSFW)

Devil You Little Devil by @tlmtwelve (art-NSFW)

Dragon Dragon Howzer by @tlmtwelve (art) Sea Dragon Crosshair by @noblelightfighter (art)

Fae Bad Batch Toxic Love/Ferngully by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf (art)

Frankenstein's Monster Frankenstein Echo by @cloned-eyes (art)

Ghost, Haunting, or Thing Unseen Bloody Crosshair by @tlmtwelve (art) The Ghost of You by @lightspringrain (art) Gree in a Dark Forest by @tlmtwelve (art) Haunted Jesse by @clonemedickix (art) Hissing Tooka by @tlmtwelve (art) Fox Just Wants to Forget by @tlmtwelve (art) Nightmare on Clanker Street by @lonewolflupe (fic) A Powerful Read by @apocalyp-tech-a (fic) Stir of Echoes by @lonewolflupe (fic) Tech with a Book by @apocalyp-tech-a (art)

Greek Mythology Centaur Wrecker by @tlmtwelve (art) Demigod Crosshair by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf (art) Dryad Mayday by @tlmtwelve (art) Erinys Dogma by @tlmtwelve (art) Gorgon Tup by @tlmtwelve (art) Healing by @clone-anon-after-dark (fic) Satyr Jesse by @tlmtwelve (art) Sphinx Tech by @tlmtwelve (art)

Headless Character Headless Aayla by @tlmtwelve (art) The Headless Guardsman by @eclec-tech (fic) The Headless Guardsman by @lonewolflupe (art) The Headless Guardsman (headshot) by @lonewolflupe (art)

Halloween Movie AU TBB Halloween Town, Part 1 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf (art) TBB Halloween Town, Part 2 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf (art) TBB Halloween Town, Part 3 by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf (art)

Mad Scientist Apple Alchemy by @apocalyp-tech-a (fic) Candy Apple Tech by @apocalyp-tech-a (art) Dr. Techyll and Mr. Snyde by @apocalyp-tech-a (fic) Tech with a Drink by @apocalyp-tech-a (art)

Merpeople Merman Hunter by @tlmtwelve (art)

Murderer Vibroblade Hunter by @tlmtwelve (art)

Pumpkins, Parties, Costumes, and Candy Candy Rex by @tlmtwelve (art) Clones in Costumes by @tlmtwelve (art) The Great Tech by @apocalyp-tech-a (fic) Holidays in Hyperspace by @frostycatblr-fandom-files (fic) It's the Great Lurca, Charlie Brown! by @apocalyp-tech-a (art) A Murder of Corries by @wolviecat (art) Mute Button by @tlmtwelve (art) The Operational Brains by @apocalyp-tech-a (fic) Precious Moments by @letsquestjess (fic) Pumpkin Omega by @the-little-moment (art) Tech-'o-Lantern by @apocalyp-tech-a (art)

Snake Naga Nemec by @tlmtwelve (art)

Spider The Spider and the Fly by @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf (art)

Unicorn Unicorn Omega by @cloned-eyes (art)

Vampire To Thine Own Self Be True by @biscuityskies (fic-NSFW) Vampire Crosshair by @cloned-eyes (art) Vampire Hardcase by @lonewolflupe (art) Vampire Kix by @tlmtwelve (art) Vampire Tech by @cloned-eyes (art)

Werewolf/Shapeshifting Clone Phases by @clonemedickix (art) The Fox and the Hare by @523rdrebel (art) Full Moons by @lonewolflupe (art) Thire's Emotional Support Werewolf by @haybellewrites (art) Werewolf Echo by @tlmtwelve (art) Werewolf Wrecker by @cloned-eyes (art)

Wizard Tech with a Kitty by @apocalyp-tech-a (art) It's So Wizard by @apocalyp-tech-a (fic)

Wraith Something Goes Bump In The Night by @vodika-vibes (fic)