#WELCOME TO HAT WRITING PROCESS WHERE WE SCREAM AND WHISPER IDEAS

[hatsbuckets]

Horny asks or som'n som'n I saw earlier and just, my thoughts went sideways earlier.

So som'n som'n a) vampires when they yawn do it like snakes where their fangs come out and stuff

Som'n som'n b) vampires who need extra salt in the winter, cause good vamplings that don't hunt humans, can gorge on animals they find all they want and desperately need more salt intake. What better substitute then salt or cum. Their body would happily, and kinda really needs it anyways, absorb it from any possible source.

C) little fat gorged vamplings all too happy to be dicked/pussied down and suck off anyone the little bloody sluts.

D( no I don't know where I was going with this, just woke up from a nap but enjoy that idea. 🙂‍↕️

Reading this was like getting punched in a boxing match but in like a really good way. Like Wham. But also wham ! And it kept getting better. About to CoD and 141 ur idea hottie nonny 🙏 this was so fun to write up omg it just got longer and longer. I want more.

I wrote this for the entirety of the last basketball game. Quick and unedited.

18+ smut at the end.

Imagine like, a world where Vampires are integrated-ish, vampires make up about so about 3-5% of the pop. (250-300 million), more than enough that they become a regular part of society. (pretend all the legal/cultural stuff solves itself mostly womp womp)

In this world, attack dog vampires are favored. Vampires utilized for military, policing, PMCs, security. Vamps have other jobs in the world of course, the notable ones include being paid universal blood donors (this is an idea I've been obsessed with since I've discovered vampires as a kid but idk how to explain my reasoning. Like you only get turned vampy with bite and blood, but blood alone is good), sex workers who know their niche, dangerous/high risk jobs, and an all-vampire UFC type fighting ring where fights are crazy and so cool.

Important note, biting & the biting vampire's blood turns people. Not just a bite. It takes both.

Anyway, back to our boys. Price, who's as human as they come ("booooo Hat whyyy" shhhhhhh). He's been in long enough to have seen his fair share of Vamps. They get treated pretty rough in the military, blood lust can become an issue if they don't train 'em hard and keep 'em on a leash.

Vampire Ghost who got turned by Roba. (Roba didn't know what he created. Thought he killed Ghost, turns out he made a vampire. Something something Ghost as Roba's spawn eats at Ghost for years). Ghost comes out blood fuckin' thirsty and raging. Kills Roba and everyone. He gorges for days on the bodies in his wake before Price finds him. Price helps him fix it as best he can. But Ghost's days on fresh blood in his rage is near irreversible. He can live on animals, needs human blood to thrive. Price let's Ghost use what he needs. Ghost is near toxicly dependent on Price for emotional, physical, and sexual stability. It's a dangerous relationship. Price knows that. But no one's denying that Ghost, flaring his fangs like a damn demon, mask cut or modified so that when it happens it works, is a scary, terrifying fucking beast in the field.

Vampire Gaz who grew up a natural born vampire. His family is ancient. Well known family, renowned for their service and deeds to humanity, and vampires. He knows how to take care of himself. Knows what animals are his favorite. He's a balancing force on the 141. He has his moments, like any vamp, but Price knows that a good meal normally calms him down. Or a good fuck. Gaz'll take both. Flares his fangs when he's feeling threatened, but grew up with the vampire culture to know, when how, and what it means. (Unlike Ghost, who's just a scary, biting dog)

Human Soap (I'm sorry I couldn't help myself) who grew up around enough vamps to not be worried about it in the slightest. Joining the military only exposed him more. And as he understands it, it's only right to let your vampire brother in arms suck your cock to make sure he's okay in the winter. (*Cough* Whore.)

Then he gets the invitation from the Captain. And joining the 141, full of the most elite vampires in the world, is a crazy time. These bastards are fun. They snarl at the enemy when shit hits the fan. Gaz's lip twitches when Soap annoys him, exposing his left fang. They fight damn fuckin' good.

And at this point, Ghost has chilled tf out and leads his unit well. But Soap notices the tension after missions. Soap notices when Ghost disappears for a night or three with Price. Soap knows, eventually, what it means. (Price either hides the bites well, or Ghost isn't biting his neck. (thighbitesthighbitesthighbites).)

As time passes, the vamps do get protective of their humans on the 141. Gaz does not miss the opportunity to explain that it's an instinct: protect your humans because they're your source of life.

And Gaz is protective at worst. A little defensive, but he knows how to control it, what it is. Knows that when he exposes his fangs at Alejandro (and Ale does it back) there's no hard feelings, it's just posturing, just making sure Ale knows that Price and Soap are his.

Price lets it go. Soap adores and teases the affection from Gaz.

Ghost, on the other hand, doesn't know better, well logically he knows, but damn if logic isn't stronger than his blood instinct. Damn if it isn't Price who keeps him fucking alive so any threat to Price is a direct threat to himself. (But also hnnnggg ghostprice)

And then, eventually of course, Johnny happens. In this universe, after an event like Alone in Las Almas, Soap and Ghost are exhausted. Ghost hasn't seen Price in at least 2 weeks, maybe more, he's itching for blood, for something. Soap's bleeding wound doesn't help at all. Ghost can smell him the entire truck ride. Hear his heart hammering to keep up. Can see how much calmer and dazed Soap is and something in him screams prey.

He can't, he won't. But Soap knows, and Soap might not understand it but he'll be damned if his lieutenant is suffering and holding on by a thread. He lets Ghost patch up his arm. Lets him lead and lead and take back the Vaqueros (or something) (haha slowburn). And when it's over. When they get someplace truly safe. When Ghost begins to retreat but Price has shit to take care of and paperwork to do before they meet with Kate later...

So Soap follows, and pesters. He's rough on Ghost, scolding for not taking care of himself.

Ghost is quiet, half flaring fangs just to warn Soap to fuck off.

But Soap won't. Of course not. But Ghost isn't going to drink Soap's blood. He won't. Refuses.

That's how John "Soap (whore)" MacTavish ends up braced against a wall getting his cocked milked for all it's worth.

He's come three times already, just Ghost's mouth around him, wet and hot. He's shaking, crying, whining, begging Ghost just to fuck him. To fill him. To finish this.

Ghost's only reply is lick from the base of Soap's cock to swirl at the tip. He knows his fourth orgasm is on its way, one thigh lifted on Ghosts shoulder. And when he shatters, not an ounce left to give, balls sucked dry, Ghost lets him collapse into his arms.

Ghost carries him to his own quarters. Lays him in bed. And holds the quivering, shaking, crying Scotsman in his arms. He can't offer much warmth, doesn't know how, doesn't know that Soap wants to hear they're both okay. That he's better. That Soap is an angel and more than Ghost deserves. How could he?

...

Soap wakes to an empty bed. But the nightstand holds a note from Price, just a "thank you" scribbled quick, and his favorite alcohol, the expensive kind.

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note: this absolutely takes some inspiration from @/bluegiragi 's Monster AU. If you haven't read it FUCKIN GO READ IT. >Tumblr link< It's my favorite fan comic rn ngl