#vascar x reader

[karlurbanthirst]

Can you do vascar x reader where reader is from modern world and researching about vampires .

Hi please suggest fanfics on my fanfic account @mlm-writer

[mlm-writer]

The Colour of Happiness (Black Hat/Vascar x GN!Reader) SMUT

Pairing: Black Hat/Vascar x Gender Neutral Reader  Rating: Explicit (hell yeah getting railed by vampire daddy)  Words: 1006  Summary: Sexy times with your boyfriend gets a little emotional, because he is secretly an insecure baby and I love him. Tags: Smut, anal or vaginal penetration, fluffy smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple creampie, breeding, some dirty talk ig, urgh he is so hot, look at him he is babey but also daddy af, no beta we die like men 

“Satisfied?” You let out a laugh, your body still jerking in the aftershocks of your third orgasm that night. You lied face-down on the bed, clenching your hole to keep his seed inside. 

“Why? Your vampire stamina finally failing you?” You gasped as he pulled your head off the pillow by your hair. You felt his teeth lightly graze over your shoulder and you shuddered. While you were not keen on being bitten by those fangs, feeling them graze your skin was immensely hot. 

“Are you saying you’re not satisfied until I am done for?” You swallowed. That was a dangerous game to play. You’ve known your boyfriend for a long time, but you have remained friends in respect of his faith. Now, everything was different. He has turned into a sinner and a nympho. You did not know how far he could go and you did not want to bite off more than you could chew. 

You were probably thinking for too long. His lips lightly lingered on your ear while he whispered gently. “I will stop whenever you need me to, love.” You let out a sigh as you heard those words. They were both reassuring you and filling you with his love. 

“Give me what you got, big boy,” you teased, before he manhandled you back on your knees. He scooped up the cum that had dripped out of you and pushed it back inside, before joining it with his cock. You were whining as he easily pounded into you, aided by his cum. You grew louder, loving his rough pace, the slight burn of the stretch around him. He had the tendency to growl. The animalistic and primal habit had grown on you. Your grip on the sheets grew tighter as he worked you towards your fourth orgasm. Wet noises echoed through the room, followed by heavy breathing and the occasional yelp from you. One hand had a tight grip on your hip, but the other roamed freely, feeling you up. His fingers ended up on your most sensitive part, stimulating you as he whispered words of encouragement into your ear, telling you to feel him, but not cum until he does. 

“Breed me,” you reply, out of breath and having only the need to come undone on your mind. Those words worked magic on him, everytime. He was filling you up in no time with his fourth load. One whispered word from him and you clenched down on him while you stopped holding back your orgasm. He did not stop though. He fucked you through his own and your orgasm, his new stamina allowing him to keep going without a pause. You, however, could only take it as he was giving it to you. You tried to squirm away as his hands played you like a violin, the overstimulation hurting a little, but feeling oh so good. “Wait,” you gasped out as he was talking about pumping you full again. 

Vascar almost stopped dead in his tracks, a hand running through your hair in apology for whatever he thought he did wrong. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He cooed, the fear in his voice making you feel bad. 

“Nothing,” you assured him, before taking a deep breath to get your bearings. Your vision remained a little hazy from the pleasure, but you found the words you were looking for. “I just,” you paused to pant, “I want…” Nevermind, you did not have enough brain to find the right words. You reached back, pushing lightly at his chest and he backed off as if he was scared. You tried to push yourself up, but your arms were still weak, as were your legs. Vascar helped you as much as he could, the frown on his face making you feel really bad for stopping him. With his help, you managed to roll over onto your back. You could finally see his face properly and smiled as you spread your legs for him. “Okay, continue,” you laughed breathlessly. 

He eyed you suspiciously as he came closer, his semi-hard cock resting between you. “You just wanted to change positions?” He questioned as he bent down to kiss down your body, occasionally licking the skin and grazing it with his fangs. 

“You never face me when we have sex,” you pant, “I’m starting to think you don’t like my face.”

“That’s not true!” He raised his head, looking angrily at you. “Who made you believe you are not the most gorgeous person on the planet?”

“You. You never face me when we have sex. I just said that.” 

He was on you in milliseconds, lips covering yours in a passionate kiss. “It’s not you,” he whispered between feverish kisses. “I just thought…” He sighed as he lifted his head far enough for your lips to be free to talk. “I didn’t want to scare you with how I look now.”

Your heart melted. You cupped his face with both your hands and pushed him farther away so you could see his face. “You should know by now that those fangs are a huge turn on,” you chuckled as you pushed his upper lip out of the way with your thumb, revealing the fang underneath. 

“And the eyes?” He almost whispered, voice a little funny from your thumb pushing at his lip, but you understood. 

“Your eyes are incredible,” you reassured him. Your thumb let go of his lip to run over his cheek. “Yellow is the happiest colour and you,” you lifted your head to kiss him, “make me the happiest person alive.” 

He looked so surprised, even as he smiled and kissed you again. “How about I try to make you even happier?” He hummed as he rubbed his cock against your dripping hole. You chuckled and nodded. 

“Show me the face you make when you cum in me,” you replied, seeing his face change from fondness to extremely turned on. He made a promise to show you more than once, right before slipping back inside you. 

[ninja-hamsterstyle]

Kinktober, Day One

A/N: Hi! Welcome to the first ever “Alex writes like a maniac every day for a month” fest! This first ficlet was requested by @annathewitch​! Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Vascar x reader

Kink: Body Worship

Words: 1,124

Warnings: Lead up to smut? Vascar is a teasing little shit? The reader is a little body shy. Mentions of stretch marks (I tried to make this with a chubby reader in mind, but I’m not quite sure how well I did).

A/N, pt.2: I’ll be using my normal taglists for this, but if anybody’s interested, I can set up a taglist just for Kinktober as well, so you can be notified when I post a new fic for the event.

Kinktober Masterlist

(My screenshot. Please don’t use without my permission.)

  "Ca-can I touch you?"

  The words were soft, hesitant, and if he hadn't been standing so close, you might not have heard him.

  A smile curved your lips. "Of you can, darling," You replied just as quietly.

  It took him a minute, two minutes, three before he finally worked up the nerve to place his hand on the outside of your thigh, just below your hip. His skin was cool to the touch and his fingers were clenching and unclenching just the slightest bit, like he was unsure if he be touching you there. You put your hand over his, silently trying to encourage him.

  He placed his other hand on your other thigh and you placed your other hand over that one. A moment passed and he hesitantly stepped closer, so that his bare chest was pressed against your back.

  You leaned back into him, tilting your head onto his shoulder so you could see his face. You expected him to look nervous and he did, but there was also an expression of awe on his face, one that you'd only seen a handful of times before.

  "You're so beautiful," He whispered.

  Your smile grew and you craned your neck a little further so you could kiss the corner of his jaw. Coming from him, the compliment meant so much to you.

  As your lips left his skin, he started moving his hands. Slowly, so slowly, he slid them up your thighs. A soft noise bubbled in his throat when he touched the lace of your panties. At the top of them, he dipped his fingers the tiniest bit under the hem, just enough to sweep across the skin underneath. It was your turn to let out a soft noise.

  You kept your hands over his as they paused for a minute before sliding under your shirt. With the lightest touches, he explored the soft skin of your abdomen. His fingers traced your curves and edges. His index finger briefly dipped into your navel. You felt your cheeks heat up when he spent a little more time running his hands over your stretchmarks and you subtly tried to shift his hands away. Unfortunately, it didn't escape his notice.

  "Y/N," He murmured.

  "Vascar," You murmured back, hoping to maybe distract him somehow.

  It didn't work.

  He turned his head and pressed a long-lasting kiss to your temple. You felt his lips move when he spoke again. "Do I need to remind you how beautiful you are?"

  "Stretchmarks aren't beautiful," You insisted.

  "I'll take that as a yes, then."

  The heat in your cheeks turned hotter and then flooded to the rest of your face as he gently, reverently traced each of your stretchmarks with the tips of his fingers. You tried again to shift his hands away with your own, but somehow ended finding your fingers trapped between his. An involuntary shiver ran up your spine.

  Eventually (finally), his hands slid up further, out of reach of the stretchmarks. You couldn't hide your sigh of relief. There was a huff of air against the side of your head and you realized he was chuckling.

  Before you could come up with some sort of sarcastic remark, his hands coming across your chest. His thumbs swept under your breasts, stroking the smooth skin there over and over.

  The sensation took you by surprise and your breath caught in your throat. You leaned more of your weight against him, your hands tightening over his.

  Vascar smiled wickedly and kissed your temple once more. His hands slowed down again, stroking over the sensitive skin of your breasts, all the while carefully avoiding your nipples. And as he touched you, he carefully nudged you forward. Towards the bed.

  You jumped when the fronts of your legs touched hit the side of the bed and opened your eyes (when did you close them anyway?) to look up at Vascar. A squeak escaped you when you saw the evil smile, the dark twinkle in his eyes.

  Fast, faster than your brain could process, he spun you to face him and laid you on your back in the middle of the bed. Before you could blink, he was there too, crawling up over you.

  "Raise your arms, doll," He said, still wearing that wicked smile. You did and he stripped your shirt off you and tossed somewhere over the edge of the bed. Then his lips were on yours, soft yet demanding. You grasped his shoulders, using them as leverage to pull yourself up and kiss him back just as intensely.

  Then his hands were on your breasts again, traveling the same path as moments before.

  Only this time he didn't avoid touching your nipples.

  You broke the kiss, a choked sound escaping your lips at the feel of his fingers pinching, twisting. You tossed your head back against the mattress and Vascar wasted no time in taking advantage of it. His mouth was at the edge of yours, the corner of your jaw, the hollow under your ear. He kissed his way across your neck and chest, pausing to take a little extra time at your most sensitive spots, making you release more sounds you didn't know you were capable of making. Almost before you realized it, his mouth was blazing a trail across one of your breasts. In no time at all, it was taking replacing the fingers at your nipple.

  "Vascar!" You gasped when you felt the wet heat of his mouth cover your nipple. You raised your head to look at him, but as soon as it left the mattress, it was hitting it again. Your eyes closed of their own accord as his teeth and tongue started giving you the most exquisite of sensations.

  He lingered there for while, then switched to your other breast and gave it the same attention. When he finally moved away from your breasts, you chest was heaving and you were whimpering.

  His lips followed the same his fingers did in reverse. Blood rushed in your cheeks when he kissed each of your stretchmarks, but you didn't say anything. Then he was at your panties and instead of removing them, he mouthed at your hips through the thin fabric. You grasped at the sheets beneath you, but he didn't stay there long. Somehow, he managed to suck on your clit for the briefest of moments, making you moan and cry out before moving like the teasing bastard he was. You lifted your hips, trying to follow his mouth, but he placed a firm hand between your hips, effectively pinning you down.

  "Vascar," You whimpered as he kissed the tops of your thighs, "please."

  "Patience, doll," He murmured. "I'm just getting started."

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Black Hat (Priest): @theweepingvulcan91 @bluebird214 @my-favorite-are-actual-angels

Urban Shitposting Group: @bkwrm523 @musikat18 @queenmismatched @yallneedtrek @annathewitch @fear0fdeathkeepsusalive @goingknowherewastaken @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @manawhaat @daddytalos @outside-the-government @starshiphufflebadger

[musikat18]

Captain Flap (Black Hat x Reader Drabble)

Pairing: Black Hat x Reader

Summary: Based on this ask and some Shitposting Shenanigans. Credit to Anon for the birth of Captain Flap!

Warnings: Fluff galore and precious Vampup

A/N: This will be short but enjoy!

You huffed as you rifled through the next drawer of your dresser. Where was that blouse? Your Vampup would be going out on a raid tonight, and you wanted to have a nice meal before he left. The least you could do was dress up a little.

You sighed, closing that drawer and moving onto the next one. The one above was dedicated to just your clothes, but this one, you shared with Vascar. His shirts had started to overlap with your blouses, so when you finished searching through (what you had originally thought was) your side, you started looking among his shirts.

You stopped looking, curious, when you found a small plushie of a bat shoved unceremoniously under his pile of shirts.

It was black and criminally soft, though clearly mended in some places. The eyes didn’t match (you decided they might have, once), and there was a poorly-stitched on smile at the mouth. When you smelled it a little closer (somewhat hesitantly, you loved your vampup but he wasn’t always the cleanest), it smelled like Vascar.

You were turning it over in your hands, wondering if you’d accidentally stumbled upon a birthday present, when you heard the unusually high-pitched cry.

“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!”

You jumped at the voice, surprised to see Vascar standing in the doorway of your car, looking at you like a deer in the headlights. You’d heard him growl and grumble and every other possible noise, but you’d never heard him squeal before.

“I...found this in the dresser. I was looking for a blouse. Are...you okay?”

He seemed to snap out of it fairly quickly and stalked over to you, “Yes, I’m fine. Just...put that away. You weren’t supposed to see that.”

This was odd behavior, even for him. 

“I’m sorry. Did I ruin a surprise? I can pretend I didn’t see it.”

“Why would I ever give away Captain Flap????”

The look on his face told you he instantly regretted saying that, so you did your best to bite your lip and not giggle as you repeated, “Captain Flap? He has a name?” 

Vascar flushed and pouted and turned away a little, so you softened, “Hey, it’s cute. There’s nothing to be embarrassed of.”

You reached out to take his closer hand, and he sighed a little as he relented at your smile and kind eyes. He could never stay mad at you, even fake-mad.

“Tell no one,” he grumbled. “Dinner?”

“Yes, please, handsome,” you squeezed his hand, trying to butter him back up as Captain Flap was discarded onto the dresser for the moment.

-

Vascar dragged his feet as he made his way back to your car. You had promised to wait up for him, and he was starting to regret letting you. It was much later than he’d anticipated, you’d be so tired, and he felt guilty taking the extra time to clean up, knowing you’d only be up longer for him....

“Darlin’, I’m sorry it took so long, I was-”

Vascar’s breath caught a little, and a smile spread wide across his lips at the sight of you.

You had (as he had suspected you might) fallen asleep, curled up on the bed in an angelic, white night shift, suiting you perfectly in his eyes. Snuggled in your arms was Captain Flap, your nose buried in his back as you inhaled the scent of your vampire boyfriend.

Vascar stripped down to more comfortable layers and curled around you, gently moving Captain Flap so the both of you could cuddle him.

“Thank you for doing the duty of protecting my angel while I was away, Captain,” Vascar muttered, kissing your hair. “Your return to service is much appreciated.”

Tagging: @bkwrm523 @bookcaseninja @fearofdeathkeepsusalive @yallneedtrek @annathewitch @queenmismatched @kjs-s @musicmandy1991 @feelmyroarrrr @lauuerodz @atomicdna

[thesoftdumbass]

KARL URBAN MASTERLIST

* = smut

John Kennex 

Another Time, Another Place Masterlist 

Siberius Vaako 

burnin’ up 

* Vaako walks into your rooms to discover you barely dressed. he really enjoys it.

Vascar (Black Hat)

“Hey, Asshole!” 

Soulmate AU, Bookcaseninja’s 300 Follower Challenge

BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST 

Last updated 7/7/19

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[chickadee-djarin]

I just finished chapter seven of #His Lady of the Night and @ravioliraviolitellmetheformioli’s reaction to reading it was e v e r y t h i n g .

I can’t wait to post it y’all- I’m finally getting to the good stuff and I’m so excited!!

[bi-e-ne]

Monthly Reading List #May’18

Hello there!

Another month is gone and it’s about time again for my monthly recommendations! I really love to share these amazing stories from unbelievable talented writers with you! It’s always a blessing for me to collect it!

So, tomorrow is the day of the day: I’ll start my new job in a nearby hospital. I’m nervous and excited and just can’t wait because it’s damn time after three months of doing all but nothing!

Though, that’s not really true. I did something: I found out that I not only love to read fanfiction, but also write fanfiction on my own. But since I’m an absolute beginner in writing and furthermore English isn’t my first language, I’m struggling a bit.

So, I thought maybe I give a call to all these amazing readers and talented writers out there and maybe find one or the other I can tag and help me improve my writing? It doesn’t matter if you help me through reblogging, liking, feedbacks or even being a beta. Maybe you can challenge me with requests? I can use any help that is offered and I would really, really, really appreciate it! I mean, simple as it is, it’s learning by doing ;) But without being aware of my mistakes how should I improve then? I really hope to learn from all of you out there, because writing is really fun and even if I can’t see in the future and don’t now yet how my new job will influence my writing, I want to keep doing it!

But before I’m boring you, this is enough of me. Now enjoy the following list and cry, laugh and be happy with it like I was! Until next month ;)

Avengers

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes

A Second Chance Part 1 | tbc @acreativelydifferentlove

Assembling @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Attention! | We don’t talk anymore... | Dangerously. | How Long? | Done For Me- @221bshrlocked

Balconies and Libraries @acreativelydifferentlove

Bashful Creatures Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 @buckymcbuttfacebarnes

Bring it on! @prettyyoungtragedy

Bucky, the Vampire Slayer - Masterlist @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Coffee and Texts @bolontiku

Come Back to Me @until-theend-oftheline

Emotions Part 1 | Part 2 @buckimagines

Focused @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.” @oriona75

I`ll Always Be With You My Love @storiesofthefandomlovers

I Need You @theimpossibleg1rl

Jealous @buckybarnesxreader

Late Nights at the Office @after-avenging-hours

Lets Play @acreativelydifferentlove

Love is For Children Part 1 | Part 2 @sebseyesandbuckysthighs

Mean Girls @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Mixed Signals @captainrogerss

Moonlight Swim @moondancewrites

Now You’re Mine @theimpossibleg1rl 

Rehab Rewards Part 1 | Part 2 | tbc @teamcap4bucky

Romeo and Juliet Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | tbc @spidersholland

Safe House @acreativelydifferentlove

Save the Last Dance for Me @captainrogerss

Sharing Masterlist @promarvelfangirl

Spring Fever @acreativelydifferentlove

Sunshine & Motor Oil @erisjade

Talk Dirty to Me @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Tell Me How @jamie-leah

Thin Walls @jamie-leah

Trepidation Part 1 | Part 2 | tbc @cumonbucky

Unrequited @justsomebucky

What Did You Just Call Me? @cleolemonfanfiction

Wavy @papi-chulo-bucky

Steve Rogers

A Restless Night @221bshrlocked

Can We Save Us @captain-ariel-barnes

Cloudburst - Masterlist @samingtonwilson

Five Minutes with Steve @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

Infatuated @sebastixnstxn

No More Apologies @4theluvofall

“Rescue” @bolontiku

Size Perfect @sarahp879

Surprise Welcome @until-theend-oftheline

The Boy From Brooklyn @captain-rogers-beard

Too Long @justreadingfics

“Trust me, I love you.” - Bumps and scrapes | Open wounds and Blood | Stitches and blood transfusions @prettyyoungtragedy

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

jealous @flightofthefantasies

Lesson Learned @floatingpetals

Movie Night Part 1 | Part 2 @loveisfriendship

Two for One Master Post @captain-rogers-beard

Stucky

Bait With a Punch @until-theend-oftheline

Dreams Come True @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

It’s A Date @until-theend-oftheline

Just Enough Time @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan

Morning after @prettyyoungtragedy

The White Palace Part 1 | Part 2 | tbc @angryschnauzer

Thor

Sparks Fly @acreativelydifferentlove

Winterhawk

464. @winterhawkkisses

“Here, let me.” @winterhawkkisses

What do they do when they can't sleep? @winterhawkkisses

Who gets overwhelmed by small acts of kindness? @winterhawkkisses

“You’re hurt” @clintbartonruinedmylife

Hawaii 5-0

Steve McGarrett

Daddy’s Girl @amarabliss

Things Fall Apart Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | tbc @amarabliss

Priest

Vascar

I’ll Be Gentle @bookcaseninja

Star Trek

Five minute ficlet @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse

James T. Kirk

Imagine Jim being nervous about your date @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy

Among My Stillness @outside-the-government

Plaid and Jeans @iguess-theyre-mymess

Student Loans - Masterlist @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

McKirk

Anything Like Me Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | tbc @pinkamour1588

Are you done sulking? @haveyouseenmymind

Diagnosis: Love @goingknowherewastaken

Don’t bite the hand…(That jerks you) @pinkamour1588

First Impressions are important @haveyouseenmymind

Little Things @pinkamour1588

Night Blues @haveyouseenmymind

Our Forbidden Love @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets

Plausible Attraction @goingknowherewastaken

Ten years @auduna-druitt

The Incident @haveyouseenmymind

Things you never said @southernbellestatues

things you said after you kissed me @lovelyleonard

Together @yallneedtrek

McKirk x OCs

Ready or Not Part One | Part Two | tbc @auduna-druitt

Supernatural

Fledgling Furor @crispychrissy

My Stack @crispychrissy

Sweet Karma @crispychrissy

Valentwins @crispychrissy

Castiel

Learning to Fly @crispychrissy

Dean Winchester

A Ruff Few Days @crispychrissy

First Day @crispychrissy

Just Me @crispychrissy

Magnolias in the Country @carryonmywaywardcaptain

Talk to Me @crispychrissy

Two Birds with One Song @crispychrissy

Sam Winchester

Actions and Words @crispychrissy

Crazy = Genius @crispychrissy

It’s Greek to Me @crispychrissy

Knife to Meet You @crispychrissy

One Wish @crispychrissy

Pitted @crispychrissy

Relieving Tension @crispychrissy

The Unexpected Guest @crispychrissy

The Bronze

Lance Tucker

Comfort @jbbmoved

Curves And Edges Masterlist @jaamesbbarnes

Dilemma @jaamesbbarnes

In His Eyes @cumonbucky

Jealousy @jaamesbbarnes

Mine @jaamesbbarnes

Not My Friends @jbbmoved

Office sex @jaamesbbarnes

Secret @jbbmoved

takes some time @theassetseyeliner

Wonder Woman

Steve Trevor

Imagine sharing a tent with Steve @imamotherfuckingstar-lord

Crossing fandoms

Steve Rogers x Jim Kirk

Captain @iguess-theyre-mymess

Race @iguess-theyre-mymess

Monster @monstersandmaw

10 sentence drabbles

male werewolf x trans!guy

yautja x female reader

male grey alien x female reader

large male Minotaur x smol gem reader 

Big furry beast x gf (not present)

male naga x female reader

kelpie x female reader

drowsy and soft satyr x female reader

male gargoyle x male reader 

Female banshee x male reader

male centaur x male reader

mothman x nb reader

shark!merman x female reader

Stories

Merman x female reader

Hellhound

Shadow Monster Lover

Deaf Werewolf Part One | Part Two

Gargoyle x fem reader

Shadow

Slime boy x male reader

Deep sea merman x shallow water merman Part 1 | Part 2

Just a thought...  @strange-quiet-love

RPF

Christ Pratt

Wrong Number One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | tbc @i-dont-do-rpfs

Sebastian Stan

Cosa Nostra @senorita-stucky

You’re Perfect @buckyslongasshair

[karlurbanthirst]

Send requests

For either Doctor McCoy, John Kennex, Billy Butcher, Judge Dredd or other Karl characters. I wanna write fics ❤

[mlm-writer]

Push and Pull (John Kennex x GN!Reader)

Pairing: John Kennex  x Gender Neutral Reader  Rating: PG-13 for swearing  Words: 2143 Summary: John has been distant ever since you started dating. You’ve tried to endure it in the hopes of it getting better, but, unfortunately, communication seems necessary to solve problems. John does not like to talk about his feelings tho.  Tags: Angst, relationship problems, hurt/comfort, insecurities, John’s puppy eyes, swearing, reference to violence, beta read at 2am, reader is thirsty af at one point but look at this man do we blame the reader? 

“Professor.” You looked away from the screen you have been doing data analyses at. The last of your fellow forensic scientists stood at the door with her coat on. “I cleaned up as much as I could. Please don’t forget to go home yourself.” You smiled at her and reassured her you would go home before midnight. The look in her eyes made the same inquiry as most of your colleagues had, but she did not ask why you were working so much.

At this point you did not even write down the extra hours, afraid that some MX might kick you out by five if you did. Your notes started to get sloppy, but you felt like it was worth it when you heard a knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, it opened and your boyfriend stepped inside. “Hey, have you eaten yet?” You shook your head and frantically opened the file with your notes. 

“No, but I have some interesting findings about the samples from your case this morning.” It sent you down a rabbit hole of connecting dots and by the time you started mentally dozing off, you were so close to a breakthrough. Frustration filled your body as you tried to force your brain to have just one more useful thought. 

A kiss landed on your temple. “Let’s continue tomorrow. I am tired and hungry.” You let out a sleepy chuckle as you closed up for today. You kept a professional distance from John as you both exited the building in silence and walked towards the car. The moment you sat down, you started napping for just those few minutes you knew it took to get to John’s favourite noodle place. 

A soft shake woke you from your dreamless slumber. “Hey, you’ve been working too hard lately.” You scoffed and brushed it off. You knew, but you felt like John had been distancing himself ever since you two were officially a thing. Before that he was always more open and vulnerable around you than with other people, but now you felt like he was more open towards anyone but you. The only way to get him to let loose, was to work on a case with him, so you gave that little extra to spend more time with him as soon and as much as possible. 

“You must be really tired. Usually, you chat the ears off my head.” You looked up from your bowl of steaming noodles and forced a smile on your face. 

“Well, I guess working more makes me better company then,” you replied without thinking about it. You did not notice the shocked look on your boyfriend’s face, until he put a hand on your wrist. 

“I like it when you chat my ears off my head, so get some more rest, ok? You don’t have to do everything on your own. Just let your colleagues help you more.” You pull your hand away, pouting as you continue eating. 

The idea of someone else talking John through the evidence fuelled a jealousy that had been vestering in your chest for weeks now. “Take me home with you tomorrow.” John choked on his noodles. Heads turned towards him as he coughed and reached for his beer. He chugged half of it before looking at you again like he misheard you. “You heard me. We need to talk and I am too tired right now.” 

John was quiet for a moment. The air was tense as you two ate. Your bowl was close to empty when you heard his voice again. “If you want to break up with me, you can just say it now.” His voice was small and if you were not so overworked, tired and frustrated, you would have hugged him and reassured him that you loved him so much and that breaking up was the opposite of what you wanted. However, you were overworked, tired and frustrated, so that was not happening. 

You slammed your spoon into the bowl and stood up. “If you never wanted to be in a relationship with me in the first place, then you should just have said no when I asked you to be my boyfriend,” you gritted through your teeth to make as less of a scene as possible. “I’m gonna take a cab home.” Something inside you hoped he would come after you, like men did in movies, but your name stayed uncalled as you waited in the cold night air for a cab to pass you by. 

The next day, your head was even less in the game. You kept making typos, to the point someone gently suggested you took a break. Their tone betrayed how foul your mood had been and you caved. It was getting better, until a familiar face joined you. “There you are, professor,” he said upon arrival, putting way too much emphasis on ‘professor’, “I was hoping you could fill me on your findings on yesterday’s evidence.” You did not like his tone at all. Your eyes almost rolled out of their sockets as you stood up and walked past him. He followed you to your desk, keeping more distance than he usually would. 

“Here,” you hissed as you pushed the file folder into his hands, “your culprit is sprinkling Marigold pollen around like Hansel and Gretel. Dorian knows how to scan for it. You’ll have them by lunch.” You gave him a passive aggressive pat on the arm, before hopping off your desk and walking away. You caught a scrutinizing gaze from your boyfriend, but you pulled an uno reverse card on that. Maybe you were being immature, but you were convinced you had enough reason to. 

If you were not still angry at John, you would’ve thought him dragging the suspect into the precinct before lunch was really hot. You still thought it was hot, but you were too angry to admit that to yourself. You bit the inside of your cheek when you saw him sit the suspect down by force, before turning the glass translucent, blurring the inside. 

On the plus side, having a case finished so easily with little issues, put John in a good mood. You were calmed down as well by the time it was time to clock out. You got a message at two past five. It was from John, asking you to have Chinese take-out at his place tonight. You shot him a message back, something long enough to show him you were in a better mood than that morning. 

While getting the food, it was easy to slip into conversation about the case he solved today. Work-talk turned into reminiscing, talking about people, laughing a little. However, when the door of his apartment closed behind you, it felt so cut-off from the rest of the world and the air between you became thick with the masks you both have the tendency to put on in public. Eating the food had gotten way more awkward than getting the food. With no one to convince you were two happily dating adults, there was uncertainty of how much you had to fool yourselves everything was fine. 

Both of you knew there was need for serious talk, for heart-to-heart conversations about something other than work. “When the captain found out about us,” you started out of nowhere, because it had to start somehow, “she told me to be patient with you, because you had some bad experiences with your ex.” You could see tension growing in his shoulders. “John, we’ve been dating for three months now. Don’t you think it is time you tell me at least a little about your ex? I don’t need the details, but…”

“No.”

You had not even finished speaking. John was already standing up and gathering the dirty plates, turning his back towards you to toss them in the sink. “Why?” You put your hands on your hips, hoping for a very good answer. 

“What happened with her is none of your business,” he grunted as he aggressively started putting everything in the dishwasher, not leaving everything to solidify for once. 

“Well I think it is,” you replied, wanting for him to turn around, but you were not going to beg to see his face. 

“And I think not. What does she have to do with you?”

You walked around the table and stood next to him. Your proximate forced him to at least give you a short glance. Your face was hard, but your voice was fraying at the edges. “Well maybe it will help me understand why you have been such a lousy boyfriend.” You did not mean that, but you felt like you did. 

“I told you yesterday to not keep fucking around if you just want to break up with me,” he replied, not giving in to telling you anything. 

“I do not want to break up with you, but if you’re just gonna prefer talking to anyone but me, what is the point of being in a relationship with you?” You tilted your head, trying to get a look at his face, but you flinched away as he tossed a glass back into the sink with unnecessary force. It was a surprisingly sturdy glass that did not shatter. You backed away, survival instinct winning. John never gave the vibe of someone who would hurt you. He may have been rough in the bedroom, but never angry and to be honest, angry John scared you. 

You swallowed thickly, hoping he would say something, but instead he just tossed the towel lying on the counter across the room. You backed away further, tensing up at the frustrated growl he let out. You never had seen him like this. He was scarier now than when he was yelling at an MX, scarier than when he shot a suspect that returned to the crime scene, scarier than when he came back from the field with bruises and a suspect in a worse state than him. 

“Just say it already,” he roared, “there is no point of being with me, so just end it!” Your heart hammered in your chest, but you heard his desperation. He seemed angry, but his voice betrayed the direction of his anger was not you, but himself. 

“End it yourself if you want us to break up so bad,” you replied, sounding more angry than you meant to, voice raised in defence.

“I don’t want to!”

“Then what the fuck is your problem?”

“I’m scared!”

He looked up with horror on his face, seemingly shocked by his own words. “Goddammit, I’m a mess,” he nearly inaudibly muttered as he walked over to the couch with limp limbs. You crossed your arms, looking at him as you stayed in place. John was never keen on talking, but your silence forced him to. “My ex… she stabbed me in the back,” he admitted, but the sentence did not sound like it was finished. 

“And now you’re scared I will too, so the moment we get together you get cold feet about how much you can trust me?” He did not nod or hum, but the defensive posture was confirmation enough. “Well… I passed the background check when I joined the force.” He let out a bitter chuckle, before looking at you. He held his hand out for you with puppy eyes you could not resist. You sighed and walked over. “I assume it was more than cheating?” You asked, trying to be direct without being overly specific. Your fingers touched his rough hand and he took a firm grasp of yours. He pulled, but let you sit down next to him on your own terms. 

“Oh I wish she cheated,” he tried to joke, but his tone lacked humor. John’s thumb rubbed over your hands as you sat next to each other, distance between you, bridged by your intertwined hands. “It’s not easy to explain,” he said as his eyes stayed on the connection between you two, “but I will, someday.” He looked up to you with those same puppy eyes. “Just give me time, yeah?”

You sighed, hating yourself for being such a sucker for those eyes. “Just stop avoiding me at work. I’ve been working on your cases so you would talk to me.” 

He laughed. “For real?” You felt a little stupid, but nodded anyway. “Oh.” He swallowed down another laugh. “Then I’ll try to talk to you more often, so go home earlier, sleep more and eat well.” He patted your head, a soft smile on his face. 

“Hey, those are three things in exchange for one thing. I don’t think that’s fair.” You saw the edges of his mouth tug up against his will. 

“Ok fine, what other demands do you have?” He questioned, humor returning.

[ninja-hamsterstyle]

Kinktober Masterlist

Oct. 1st: Body Worship (Vascar/reader)*

Oct. 2nd: Public (John Constantine/reader)*

Oct. 3rd: Sensory Deprivation (H.R. Wells/reader)*

Oct. 4th: Temperature Play (Len Snart/reader)*

[musikat18]

Whumptober Day 4- Black Hat/Vascar

For: @queenmismatched

Prompt: “No, stop!”

Whumptober Masterlist

Warnings: Violence, gore, abandonment, intensive bodily pain, nightmares, Scared Boi Priestpuff, It Be Rough But Look Soft Ending

A/N: LOOK I GAVE IT A HAPPY-ISH ENDING IT’S FINE

If you would like to avoid this content, block the tag ‘whumptober with musikat’.

The absence of the hand strikes him as soon as he feels it slip away. It almost makes the claws digging into his leg hurt more as a scream rips from his throat. This kind of death was one Vascar knew he could expect as a Priest, but for his first raid on a hive? Sola Mira itself?

He didn’t know the Church would want to dispose of him so soon.

His back bruised as it slammed against the stone of the center of the hive, terror building in his veins, and at the first tear of his flesh, he cried out again.

“No! No, stop!”

Fangs tear at him as if he’s no more than a leaf of lettuce to be shredded, blood being lapped up as quickly as it seeped out. He can feel the bites and ravaging for a while, all over his legs and chest and even creeping up towards his neck. Blood is starting to pool in his throat, and he can’t bring himself to scream anymore as his throat grows raspy and weak.

As spots begin dotting his vision, dread begins to pool in his stomach as he spots the larger vampire creeping up towards him.

The Vampire Queen….

His body doesn’t know whether to tighten in defense of slacken in defeat, weak from being made a snack of, and as the shadow consumed him, he made one last valiant effort to cry out for help just before he felt a burning, acidic liquid drip into his mouth, making his body shake violently….

A gasp tore from his throat as Vascar sat upright. There was no violent shaking, only the gentle rumble of the train.

“Vascar?” you mumbled, eyes sleepy and hair mussed as you lifted your head to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

His heart slowed upon seeing you. His flesh had healed, of course, and he was not dead...no, he was more alive than ever.

But the memory of the pain….

“I’m alright, angel,” he gently brushed your cheek. “Just go back to sleep.”

You nodded and curled against his chest, settling easily back into sleep, and he watched you fondly as he tried to push the memory of the horror from his mind. 

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[thesoftdumbass]

*squeals*

*screams*

THIS IS PERFECT!!! Black Hat is such a sweet puppy and he protected her!!! My love~

I love this so much!

(I’ll take a dare.) There were whispers in the towns surrounding the Sola Mira hive; whispers about the tendency for people to simply vanish. You hadn’t ever expected to vanish yourself, though. The creatures that take you are hobbled, strange, and when they get close to what you can barely make out as a train, they scatter like roaches when the light flicks on as a voice that reverberates down your spine growls from the darkness.

“You idiots! I didn’t want–why would I want you to bring her here?!” Every hair on the back of your neck stands at attention, fear like you’ve never known locking you fast where you stand. There’s movement in the darkness–movement in the darkness coming towards you–and then in the dim light, you see a flash of gold beneath the brim of a hat more black than night. “I won’t hurt you,” His voice is like oil and honey, though no less deep than it had been in anger. 

His step slows as he comes closer, and you have heard of fight or flight, but you stand there frozen and mentally tell the old men who tell those stories of danger that there is a third option, you just learned of it. He is barely moving, just out of arm’s reach when you just make out a flash of teeth as he tries to smile reassuringly–and without any permission from your brain, find yourself saying, still frozen in place, “Somehow, I’m not sure I believe you." 

He looks startled, but instead of anger, he turns his surprise into amusement and smiles without trying to hide his teeth at all, "You’re about the only person I want protected.” He tells you, shrugging slightly, “So believe me or don’t; you’ll find yourself comin’ to no harm from me either way.” He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back on his heels and taking you in with a careful eye. Your brain is stewed in fear, has to be, because for some reason, you’re suddenly calm. 

You know those eyes, you realize. You’ve seen them, just in flashes. When Mac Murray got too handsy, just before he disappeared; when you tripped coming out of the store and broke your medicine bottle, when you walked home after dark that time you got sick and fell asleep at your desk. You’ve seen those gold eyes watching you, just on your periphery, for nearly a year. You find yourself crossing your arms over your chest in a mirror of his pose, your eyes narrowing. “Who are you?" 

"That makes no nevermind.” He answers silkily. His voice is low, and there’s little doubt that you could listen to him for hours and still want more, but that desire alone is enough to unsettle you again. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I know you believe that knowing a thing’s name…gives you power over the thing.” He’s swaggered closer without you noticing, and you find yourself leaning into his presence, though your stance hasn’t changed.

“How do you know that?” You try for suspicious and end up somewhere in politely curious, and he smiles again, the crinkles it brings out in his handsome face swooping a fondness through your chest. He has the kind of smile that makes you want to keep doing things that bring it out, even with the fangs threatening to pierce into his own full lower lip. “I’m a good, church-going–” He ducks his head down so that you’re of a height as he stares into your eyes. 

“Liar.” He drawls simply, amusedly, and you crack, your own smile spreading over your face. He straightens up, looking over his shoulder towards the train, and he seems to come to a decision, “C'mon…I think you’ll like this.” He offers on a whisper, and his hand is outstretched towards you without his conscious decision to put it there. What the hell else are you going to do but take it, really? He startles at that, looking back at you with something like hope in his eyes, and you smile. 

He leads you into the darkness with him, his hand rougher than yours by a mile, but a comfort like you can’t describe. He moves like he’s part of the shadows, and while you’re worried you’ll trip over your own feet, you find yourself moving the same way he does. He pulls the pair of you into a train compartment as if you weigh nothing and have been doing that all your lives, and it takes you a moment, while he’s lighting a candle, to stamp down the giddy laughter that brought. 

The candle doesn’t provide much light, but enough that you see what fills the compartment: books. Books much like yours, the ones that you have to hide, lest they end up causing you to be stoned to death in this forsaken wasteland. Your breath catches, but instead of reaching for the books as you want to, you turn to him, the candle between you. “Who did you think your supplier was?” He asked with a tone bordering on jaunty. 

You chuckle, a little startled, and can’t help but give in and let the growing fondness for him come crashing in harder than the tide on the rocks, the memory one of the few you have left from your childhood far away from this damned desert. “Why…?” You can’t find words to articulate the enormity of your question, so you gesture, and feel relieved when he seems to know what you mean anyway. 

“I saw you scare off that drunk,” he began, and you were confused as to which drunk he was referring to for only a moment before you remembered the one he had to be meaning, “you were…fearless. Deadly. I was intrigued." 

The episode in question was one that you had known was a bad idea, going into the thing. Your supplier for banned books and things from home was a drunk, and you’d known doing business with him was a poor choice. But then he’d also turned out to be an abuser–and that night, standing over his cowering child and showing him without artifice what you were capable of doing to him if he were to ever hurt anyone again, you had also known that your actions were about to be caught. You’d more than likely be executed for your beliefs, one way or another. But the angry mob had never come, and now you had a pretty good idea why. 

"He was vile–more than I can even describe to you–but you were magnificent. And once I was through, you needed a new supplier.” The easy admission was enough to have you downright beaming at him. “I apologize for having followed you around as much as I have–" 

"My very own guardian…what? Because while I’m more than willing to say your actions were on the side of the angels, I don’t quite think that works." 

"Vampire.” He answered tightly, and you nodded, still smiling sunnily. 

“My guardian vampire.” You take a half-step closer to him, and he moves the candle to a low table, very nearly upending it. He’s nervous, you realize, and you reach to take his hands in both of yours, tilting your head up to look at him, “You have me at a disadvantage in many ways…but I do feel, somehow, like I know you. If what I think you’re doing is what you are doing, I’d love to destroy the Church right along with you, if you’d tell me when you’re leaving." 

He swallows thickly, and your gaze flicks down from his inhumanly beautiful eyes to his perfect mouth and down to the strong column of his throat, then back up, "That…would be dangerous." 

"I think I’ve proven…” You pressed into him, and he took a shaky step back, “that I am more than capable of handling myself.” Swallowing again, he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from your lips, and you smile softly, going up on tip toes and making as if you were about to kiss him before ducking to the side to whisper in his ear instead, the brim of the black hat a surprisingly soft felt against your hair, “I have my guardian vampire to protect me anyway." 

His breath stops altogether, his hands on your hips, lifting just enough so that you were still on level to kiss him. He turned his head to look at you, his expression as if you’d laid him low with little more than a breath. "I was a man of God…” he started, then cleared his throat, a dash of pure chaos bringing a certain smirk to his features then, back in control, “now I think it’s high time I converted to my goddess of mischief." 

[ninja-hamsterstyle]

NSFW Alphabet - Vascar

(My screenshot. Please don’t use with my permission)

 A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

 The first thing Vascar does after sex is check your wellbeing. Are you alright? Did he accidentally hurt you in any way? Once he’s sure that you’re fine, then he turns cuddly. He likes laying down next you and pulling you against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

 B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 Vascar loves your stomach. He loves how soft it is, loves pressing kisses across it when he’s worshipping your body (the only kind of worship he enjoys), grazing his teeth across your sensitive skin.

 His favorite body part of his own are his fangs (surprise, surprise). He’s very proud of them. They’re retractable, which until he didn’t find out until you two had gotten together. One thing he loves about them is they have to be a certain extended length to be able to inject venom, so he can use on you if he wants without fear of accidentally hurting you.

 C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

 He likes cumming inside of you, your warm wet walls squeezing his orgasm out of him, but he also loves cumming on you as well. He enjoys watching it landing your stomach, your breasts.

 D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He’ll never admit it, but he has a little bit of a priest kink. The idea of you calling him “Father” gets him going every single time.

 E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re dong?)

 He’s not willing to admit it to anyone but you, but he was a virgin until the two of you got together (before his transformation, he was a Priest, and had taken a vow of cellibacy).Your first few times together were a little awkward, but he proved to be a fast learner.

 F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual)

 His favorite position is being on top of you, with your legs either draped over his arms or propped up on his shoulders, He loves being able to watch every little change in your reaction, loves how deep he can get, and how you scratch your fingernails down his back as he pounds into you.

 He’s also particularly fond of sitting against the headboard of your bed with you on top of him.

 G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or more humorous, etc)

 Vascar’s typically more serious in the moment, but there are times where he’ll tickle your sides just to hear you laugh.

 H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

 Vascar learned real quick that he doesn’t like chaffe of wild hair down there, so any hair down there he always trims.

 I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

 You may not know it at first, but Vascar is a total romantic softie. He always does his best to every sexual encounter with romantic and intimate, no matter where you are.

 J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

 During his youth, he was constantly told by the Church that masturbating was bad, that it was the Devil’s work, and the rare few times that he tried it, he always felt guilty afterwards. As a Priest, he never did it due to his cellibacy vow. After his transformation, he started doing it to spite the Church. He’d sprawl out on his bed, completely naked, stroke himself with increasing speed until he came.

 K = Kink (One or more of his kinks)

 He doesn’t like to indulge in this one often for fear of accidentally hurting you, but he has a big bloodplay kink. If you let him, he’ll bite you (typically at the base of your neck, where your neck meets your shoulder) and he’ll lick at the blood that comes out until the bite mark heals up. It makes him feel a little guilty when he does this sometimes, but you’re quick to remind him that you like it just as much as he does.

He also has a little bit of a praise kink - he just loves it when you tell him that you love whatever he’s doing and that he is being so good for you.

 L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

 The bedroom. As fond as he is of quickies (and make no mistake, he is fond of them), he prefers the bedroom. It’s the only place where he can worship your body and draw out all those pretty noises that he loves to hear you make.

 M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

 Anything to do with his neck. Kisses, nips, sucking, hell, even just scratching your fingernails along the side of his neck is enough to turn him on. If you ever want to distract him from whatever he’s doing, the quickest way to do that is to just start pressing kisses along the side of his neck.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Vascar is willing to do just about anything with you, but he won’t do anything that could potentially harm you in any way.

 O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

 Vascar loves going down on you, and he’s gotten pretty damn good at it, too. He knows just how to make you squirm under his mouth.

 When you first went down on him, the poor boy had no idea what you were doing. Now he loves it, but he isn’t likely to let you stay down there for long. He much prefers being the one giving.

 P = Pace (Are they rough and fast? Slow and sensual? etc)

 Honestly, it depends on whatever mood the two of you are in that night. But oftentimes, it ends up being rough and sensual.

 Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, etc)

 Eh, he likes them well enough, but he prefers having the time to make you writhe and scream underneath him.

 R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc)

 He definitely willing to experiment. He enjoys finding new definitions of pleasure and new ways to make you scream for him.

 S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

 He’s a vampire, remember? He can last quite a while, unless you tease him.

 T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves)

 He owns one toy, a small vibrator that he found on a raid once, and he loves to use it on you.

 U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

 Vascar doesn’t see it as teasing, so much as being absolutely thorough, making sure you experience the utmost pleasure, which you often see as teasing.

But when he does see it as teasing… watch out.

 V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds they make)

 Your vampup is fairly loud during sex. He’ll let out these growls and grunts and whimpers. He also talks, asking you if you’re close, telling you how good you feel around him, etc. Occasionally, when you’re on top, he’ll beg.

 W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

 He loves to hear all the sounds you make during sex. Whimpers, moans, screams, you name it, he wants to hear it. He loves it so much because it means he’s doing a good job and that you’re enjoying it just as much as he is.

 X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, in picture or words)

 His dick is eight inches long, a little thicker than average, with a slight curve,

 Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

 High. He’s usually ready to go at any given time.

 Z = ZZZ (... How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 It depends. If it’s close to or after sunrise, then he’ll fall asleep pretty quickly, with you tucked into his side. It’s a while before sunrise, then he’ll stay up a little longer, running his fingers through your hair and talking to you until you fall asleep.

[ninja-hamsterstyle]

My King

A/N: Happy Halloween, everyone! Here’s a little thing to celebrate!

Summary: This shit is just pure smut.

Warnings: The beginnings of vaginal intercouse, bloodplay (don’t read if it squicks you out!)

Words: 324

(All pictures of Vascar are mine. Please don’t use or repost without permission.)

 His arms were wrapped possessively around you, breath hot against your throat as he dragged his mouth your skin. With his pressed flush against yours, pressing your into the mattress, you were helpless against whatever he wanted to do to you. And you loved every second of it.

 Your hands were everywhere; gripping at the sheets, tangled in his hair, running down his back. You couldn’t decide what to do with your hands, not that he minded. Oh no, he encouraged you to clutch at his shoulders and tug his hair. One of his own hands slipped from underneath you and grabbed the back of your knee, pulling your leg firmly against his hip. Your mind short-circuited at that, overwhelmed by the feel of his naked body against your own.

 "Vascar, You murmured, groaning as the movement caused his cock to nudge your folds.

 A graze of sharp teeth against your neck was the only warning he gave you before he sank his fangs into your skin, deep enough to draw blood. Your cry lasted only a second before he was running his tongue over the place he’d bitten, soothing the pain.

 "I’m sorry, what was that?“ He asked, his voice suddenly sharp. "I didn’t hear you.”

 You drew in a ragged breath, resisting the urge to move your hips against his. “King,” You breathed. “I’m sorry, my king.”

 "Good girl.“ He ran his tongue over the bite mark again, lapping at the blood that pooled there and groaning at the taste of your blood. You echoed the sound shamelessly. "Will you pretty little noises I love so much?”

 He shifted his hips and pushed the tip of his cock into you. A growl rumbled in his chest. “Will you scream for me tonight, dove?”

 You clutched as he shoulders as he slowly thrusted into you, a long whimper bubbling in your throat. “Yes, my king.”

 A grin pulled at his bloodstained lips. “Good.”

[captainsbabysitter-blog]

Thanks for the mention, love! I forgot I actually wrote that. Hope you’re ready for what comes in the next couple weeks :)

All y’all should read the rest of these fics from awesome people!

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True Places by @bithors

Lucky To Have You by @violentlybarnes 

Three Hours by @justsomebucky

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[ninja-hamsterstyle]

Vascar Masterlist

(My screenshot. Please don’t use without my permission.)

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I’ll Be Gentle*

My King*

NSFW Alphabet*

Kinktober, Day One*

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