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Your footsteps echo as you make your way through the perilous chalice dungeons. Slicing your way through any enemies and focusing on bell-fingers whenever you found them to finally get rid of those annoying spiders. You have mostly forgotten why you're even here, was it to collect something? But whenever you slid off the heavy lid of a coffin and practically grave-robbed someone it didn’t feel like anything was fulfilled.
Even though you’ve mostly forgotten why you've come here you're far too stubborn to give up and just leave the dungeons, by the blood you will remember somehow.
That’s when it finally hits you as you snap your fingers with realisation, of course, how could you forget? You’ve come to this specific dungeon, one where it feels like you can barely take as many hits as you usually can to help other hunters in their worlds.
You had a horrible time progressing through this dungeon, the watchdog on the upper layer having slayed you numerous times before you finally came out on top. The Amygdala in such a small room in this layer had also broken you multiple times, splattering your guts and bones across the room. But by luck or sheer idiotic stubbornness, you had persevered and found your way to Queen Yharnam who was mostly a push-over.
A/N: (I did these dungeons once and NEVER AGAIN just for the trophy so ignore any discrepancies, I have blocked it out of my mind).
You walk towards the open doors and down the stairs, into the small room where that cursed Amygdala used to reside before you slayed it. You’re not entirely sure what provoked you to be so helpful to other hunters, maybe it was the gratitude they expressed afterwards or knowing the sheer struggle yourself.
Taking the small Resonant Bell out from your bag, you conjure your summon sign in the corner before the doors, a place where any hunter would see it before entering into the fight. And now all that there is to do is to wait.
You hum and pace around, making sure not to stray too far from your summon sign or else have it disappear. You lean against the wall after a few minutes, inspecting your weapon boredly. It’s been a few minutes since you’ve placed the sign down and nothing but crickets.
Just as you're about to give up and move your summon sign you suddenly hear.
Ring, ring, ring..
That’s it! You’ve been summoned. You stay still as you feel a familiar yet strange feeling of being summoned into a world seperate of yours. Your feet sink into the ground as the world almost seems to bend and distort around you before it fades to black, just for a few mere moments.
The world you’ve been summoned into slowly materialises as you emerge from your summoning sign. You shake your head as dizziness racks your form for a moment, being summoned is always disorienting. You wonder where your summoner is as you turn around to find out just who did.
Your eyes land on a clearly male hunter, sporting the average hunter's attire. His cap and the usual black cloth above the nose mostly obscuring his face, the low light conditions of the dungeons certainly not making it any easier to discern his features.
You wave your hand before speaking, “Greetings! I’m grateful you’ve summoned me.” You do feel nervous, you want to prove yourself as a helpful summon and silently pray you won’t mess up the hunt. “I am (name), yours?” You extend your hand to him.
But instead of speaking and telling you his name, much like the others would after summoning you due to it being common courtesy. He simply remains stoically silent and grasps your hand in a firm handshake before letting go.
“Uh,” you pause awkwardly, “that’s the part you tell me your name.” You try to make some humour out of the situation as you smile. Again, he remains silent before gesturing for you to follow as he walks over to the gate of fog.
You mutter a bit under your breath before you follow him through the fog. Preparing to fight the Amygdala that had proven to be such a pain to you. Now, the only thing you need to worry about is to prove yourself useful.
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The disembodied hands of the raging Amygdala slam down on the ground near you, causing you to stumble back as your heart leaps into your throat at the close call.
You’ve taken too mostly distracting the Amygdala while The Hunter attacks its weak spots after it attacks, such as its many arms or its head. So far; the plan has been going decently well with you only being hit a handful of times and The Hunter taking a few brunt’s but other than that being fine.
The Amygdala suddenly shoots a thin purple beam from its head and trails it around mostly aimlessly but in your general direction. You know this attack but your racing mind makes you momentarily forget its exact timing as the delayed explosions catch you off guard.
You let out a scream of pain as an explosion hits you, greatly hurting you. Oh well, you have blood vials. You reach down instinctively to your belt and feel around but your heart drops, you're all out. How did you run out so fast? Did you take more hits then you’ve realised or were you too greedy with the vials?
The Hunter hears your scream as he draws the attention of the Amygdala to attack him, slamming its hands around in a rage but missing every attempt to crush him. He notices your panicked movements and expressions and then takes notice of your belt, completely bare of vials.
He looks down at his own belt, still stocked with many vials as he had taken less hits in the fight. He baits the Amygdala to attack again as he dodges under its slam attack and runs over to you with intent.
You look up to see The Hunter running at you, “Ah, no it’s fine!” You try to dissuade him, “go! I’ll keep distracting it, it’s nearly dead.” Of course your protests fall on deaf ears as he suddenly goes behind you, wrapping one arm around your waist and another arm reaching onto his belt and taking a blood vial before shoving it into your thigh.
And just like that, he’s off running at the Amygdala again, leaving you stunned. He could have just given you the vial instead of injecting you himself. You shake your head as you get your mindset back into the hunt and catch the attention of the Amygdala.
After a few more minutes of dodging and weaving about the Amygdala’s arm and The Hunters' attacks, the large body of the beast lets out a final cry before collapsing and fading into nothing but dust.
You wipe sweat from your forehead, you’ve forgotten how hard this specific Amygdala was. You look up as you hear the approaching footsteps of The Hunter. You smile at him, “well, I hope I was satisfactory in my help.” You know that with the big enemy gone, you will soon return to your world.
He takes a blood vial from his belt as he doesn’t acknowledge your words and yet again, shoves the vial into your thigh instead of just giving it to you.
“You can just give it to me.” You deadpan at him, “it’ll be much easier than injecting me yourself” you cross your arms before clearing your throat, “well, I’ll be seeing you. It’s been nice, Hunter.” Since you didn’t know his name, you simply called him Hunter.
The world distorts and bends as your body fades into strange dusty particles as you’re transported back to your world within just moments.
Little did you know, this wouldn’t be the last time you were summoned by this strange hunter.
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You truly wondered if he was deliberately searching for your summon signs as you’ve found yourself time and time again fighting by his side, each time he summoned you he became more touchy. Instead of gesturing you to follow him he would simply take your hand in his or put his hand on the small of your back and lead you.
He would jump in front of enemies or attacks coming at you or push you out of the way, was he trying to be chivalrous? Is this how yharnamite hunters flirt? You're probably overthinking it, is what you kept telling yourself but the mounting evidence is making it harder to reject this idea.
A tap on your shoulder knocks out of your distracted state, “oh, sorry Hunter I was just thinking.” You say as you turn around to face him. He doesn’t seem to mind as he takes your hand into his and begins to lead you again, his weapon in his other hand held out to slash at any enemies.
This time you had set your summon sign in Yahar’gul. It didn’t take long for you to be summoned by your Hunter friend, you wondered how he was always finding your sign so fast and getting to it before anyone else could.
You and him wander the streets of Yahar’gul, the strange melted, merged bodies in little crates being your main adversaries. Although mostly his, as he always pushed you behind him as if he was protecting you, despite being able to protect yourself quite well.
He always extensively checked you for any injuries after any fight whether or not it was a big one or a tiny one. If he’d spot even the slightest cut he would take his own vials and stick it into your thigh. You have expressed how you have your own vials and can do it yourself but he just brushes off your words.
You two walk around the streets, having collected every material in the area and now it’s time to head for the plaza. His hand firmly holding yours in his as you both make your way.
But, your little adventure is interrupted as a familiar, unpleasant feeling makes your hair stand up on end. An invader. The Hunter senses it too as his hand firmly grasps yours.
The moments when an invader first comes to a world are the worst as you look around, attempting to find just where they are. A glint of red catches your attention as you point, “There.” You whisper to The Hunter, not wanting to alert the invader.
“I have an idea.” You whisper again and The Hunter seems intrigued and you continue, “we can ambush them but we’ll have to split up.” As you say the idea, The Hunter doesn’t seem to like the idea of splitting up but lets out a sigh, his shoulders slumping before nodding his head.
He reluctantly lets go of your hand as you explain the plan a little further, you will find the invader and deliberately make yourself known while he sneaks behind them to deliver a final blow. A flawless plan in your mind, but you could see The Hunter is worried and reluctant.
“Hey, I’ll be fine.” You reassure him, wondering why he’s so concerned for your safety, “I’m farther than capable of defending myself from invaders.” Memories of being invaded yourself flash in your mind, most of them being defeated by you but a few times being defeated by them instead. You win some, you lose some, is what you tell yourself.
You pat his shoulder before taking off into the general direction that you noticed the red glint. You hear the footsteps of The Hunter disappear as he goes into hiding but you can still feel his eyes on you, watching and following from a distance.
You slow to a stop as you come face to face with the invader, his red glow striking against the dark architecture. He slowly begins to circle you as you prepare your weapon, waiting for him to make a move.
He dashed towards you and you dash back instantly, attempting to keep your distance from his saw spear as he swings at you. You take a chance and dash back at him, hitting him with your weapon but getting hit back as you stumble.
You regain your footing just in time to dodge a particularly strong swing and dash back a few times. The Invader quickly follows after you as you both swing your weapons, clashing against each other wildly before suddenly you notice him take out his gun and shoot, causing you to fall to your knees.
The Invader takes the opportunity and suddenly knocks you onto your back and straddles your waist, the tip of his saw spear quickly brought to your neck.
He’s sensually cruel as he brings his fist to your face, punching a few times, causing your nose to bleed profusely. You let out a yelp of pain with each hit, just what is this invaders problem? He keeps the saw spear pressed onto your neck to keep you still.
Rushing footsteps catch your attention and before you know it, a saw cleaver is plunged through the stomach of the invader before being violently ripped out. A scream rips from the invaders throat before he collapses, sliding off of you and fading into dust.
You sniff as you sit up and touch your nose, which is now gushing blood. You feel around your face, feeling a few new bruises forming but you’ll live, so to you, it’s completely fine and nothing a few vials can’t fix.
“Hey Hunter, you have impeccable timing.” You dryly laugh and you wipe your bloody nose on your sleeve, leaving a stain.
The Hunter doesn’t find any humour in this as he suddenly grabs and lifts you before carrying you bridal style. “Hey!” You let out a shocked yell, “put me back down! I can walk!” You protest and squirm in his grip, but he only tightens his hold on you so as to not drop you by accident.
Your protests are quickly shushed as he motions with his finger to be quiet and you know that arguing with him won’t lead anywhere, as he doesn’t exactly argue or even talk.
He walks into a nearby abandoned home, still decently furnished and nice like many abandoned homes across Yharnam, it’s most likely empty due to the owners becoming beasts or being killed by said beasts.
He plops you onto a couch before sitting next to you and lifting you onto his lap. “What’s all this for-“ your question is answered as he brings a cloth to your nose and dabs around, cleaning you of the blood on your face. His other hand gently grabs onto your chin to move your face around when he needs to clean harder to reach spots.
His face is uncomfortably close as you blush and shuffle around a bit in his lap, “You don’t need to do this..” you mutter, not really knowing if you really want him to stop. He doesn’t stop as he cleans up the last bits of blood staining your face and discarding the cloth haphazardly.
“Well… thank you, Hunter.” You mutter your thanks as you attempt to get up but a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist stop you from doing so, “Hunter, I’m fine I promise you.” You try to explain to him but he lets out a grumble before his hands suddenly start to feel around your body, checking for any more injuries.
You let him feel around, used to his extensive inspections but being inspected like this while on his lap has you heating up in a blush. You simply watch as his large hands trail down your sides, your arms and eventually your thighs, feeling for any injuries or bruising.
His hands suspiciously stay on your thighs a little longer than necessary before moving to wrap around your waist again and pull you a bit closer into him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to let out a small gasp of shock before you hear an almost relieved sigh come from him, as if he’s greatly relieved you're alright.
You stay on his lap and let him hold you, rather liking his embrace and warmth. A sudden warmth of a kiss on your neck startles you, “What.. are you doing?” you question him, but make no effort to move away. He stops as he picks his head up, clearly a bit embarrassed.
You feel a surge of courage as you run your thumb over his knuckles, “and why did you stop?” You practically whisper to him as he seems shocked but only for a moment before he quickly buries his face back into your neck, kissing it hungrily.
He kisses and nibbles lightly, trying to find your sweet spot as he gouges for any reaction and when he sees your back arch lightly and a small moan comes from you, confirms he’s found exactly where he wants to be as he focuses on the one spot, nipping and kissing at it.
His hands move to caress your body and as he trails up your stomach, he stops directly below your chest as if waiting for your permission to touch you. “Go ahead.” Your confirmed consent immediately sends him into action as he gently caresses your beasts.
Small surges of pleasure flicker through you as he touches to his heart's content. You feel yourself getting wetter with every touch and you shuffle on his lap causing him to let out a small groan as his pants tighten, his erection growing.
He continues to fondle your breasts, now focusing on your hardened nipples, gently rolling them between his fingers. His mouth works on leaving bite and kiss marks on your neck, placing them deliberately where others would see as if to show your off limits.
He takes one of his hands and trails them down your stomach before sliding beneath your pants and rubbing your pussy, sliding up and down slowly, feeling how wet you are before he takes his hands out and begins to undo your pants.
Your pants come off with little struggle, leaving your lower half only in your panties before those are quickly pulled down too. His hands run up and down your bare thighs, almost worshipping you as he massages certain spots, focusing on giving you more pleasure than getting his own.
You can feel his achingly hard erection pressing against your ass and you reach your hands down to fumble with his belt for a few moments before unbuckling it. Your hands work on opening his fly and pulling down his boxers, freeing his cock. It’s much larger than you expected as it sits between your thighs.
His cock twitches with want as pre-cum slowly dribbles down from his tip. He’s flooded with lust and desperation yet he doesn’t handle you like a ruffian, instead he continues focusing on only making you feel good while fighting the urge to buck his hips.
An idea pops into your head as you squeeze your thighs together, rubbing his cock with your thighs and he shudders with pleasure. You slowly move your thighs up and down and you can hear his breathing become heavy while his hands grip onto your thighs.
You keep up with your thigh job as you increase your speed, moving your thighs up and down his cock faster or squeezing your thighs together. His breathing gets heavier as his grip increases, giving you the idea he’s close.
You let out a sudden squeak of surprise as he grabs your thighs to move them up and faster while he bucks his hips. More pre-cum drips from him as he ruts into your thighs, desperate for pleasure.
You're quite shocked at his sudden change but don’t mind it, as you let him move your thighs how he wants them. He lets out a loud groan as he thrusts up and cum spurts out from his cock and spills onto your thighs, making quite the mess.
He holds himself there as he comes down from his high and rubs your thighs gently as if non-verbally apologising for his momentary rough handling.
You quite liked how he handled you as your pussy drips with wetness and you open up your legs a bit to rub your pussy against his cock, giving him the hint.
He hooks his arms around your legs as he brings them up to the side of your head and puts his hands behind your head. His cock slowly rubs against your pussy, lubricating himself thoroughly before slowly sinking into you.
The stretch barely hurts as you bite your lip, muffling your moan of pleasure as you feel pleasantly stuffed from his girth. The pleasure only adds as how he holds you allows him to sheathe himself deep inside you, down to his balls.
He holds himself still within you, waiting for your confirmation.
“You can move.” You feel stretched out enough to let him comfortably thrust into you. He starts off gentle and slow, gouging your reaction for any signs of discomfort or pain but when he finds none he relaxes a bit and continues his thrusts.
His slow thrusts are quickly becoming obsolete to quench your lust, “Hunter, faster.. please” you whine and he obliges as he increases the speed and intensity of his thrusting, hitting the perfect spot in you.
You breathe heavily and moan as his cock hits your sweet spot over and over again but you simply need more and more. “Do-Don’t be shy,” you lightly tease him, “go faster.”
He begins to lose himself as he goes faster, his balls slapping against your sweaty, glistening skin. Drool begins to drip down your chin as you moan with every thrust and you can see a slight bulge in your lower stomach from his sheer girth.
You wonder if he’s transformed into some sort of beast as he practically ravages you like one. His teeth biting down hard onto your neck as he viciously ruts inside of you, slamming into your sweet spot as if it’s his only purpose.
Your walls clench around him as drool falls down your chin and sweat racks your smaller frame. You let out a loud moan as he hits your sweet spot a few more times and you finally reach your peak, squirting all over his cock as he simply keeps thrusting into you.
He groans into your neck as he feels your walls clench but he hasn’t finished yet as he continues to fuck you, your juices causing a lewd squealch each time he thrusted.
“Fu-Fuck, slow down!” You cry out as it's quickly becoming too much for you but your beg is lost on deaf ears. You moan out again as you feel yourself climax once more and you can feel your mind starting to go.
His thrusts begin to get sloppy and spaced out but he keeps fucking you, making you wonder just how much endurance he has. He’s more beast than man by now, only thinking of how perfectly he fits inside you and how he never wants this to end.
Another orgasm shoots through you as you can only babble out incoherent ramblings, your mind melting from the pleasure.
He lets out one last groan as he sheathes himself into you as far as he can, cumming inside you as he lazily thrusts to ride out his pleasure. His cum overflows as it spills out of you and onto him and the couch.
He holds himself in you for a moment before slowly taking out his cock with a wet ‘pop.’ Exhaustion plagues both of you but mostly you as your eyes flutter with tiredness and your mind struggles to regain its footing.
He notices how exhausted you are and he unhooks his arms from your legs to instead wrap them around your waist, dragging you down to lay with him on the couch, spooning you.
You can barely register what’s happening but you know you love the warmth wrapped around you as you let yourself be lulled to sleep.
The hunter takes out a new cloth and cleans up your sweaty face and messy thighs as you sleep before he buries his face into your neck, inhaling your scent before he too lets himself fall asleep where his dreams consisted of you.