(A/N:) Well, when I asked about what you guys wanted- I was met with lots
AND I MEAN LOTS
Of Smut requests lmao

The overall Ship Requests were-
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BasicallyIDo407- 1
Ohmlirious-1
Delitoonz- 1
BasicallyIDoMini- 2
H2OBrohm- 2
Vancat- 3
H2OWildcat- 4
Brohm- 4
Ohmtoonz- 5
Terrorsnuckle- 5
H2OVanoss- 5

And the winner is
Minicat- 8

I was surprised (only slightly) by the results, but I'm okay with the outcome.

There was one request in particular that really caught my attention and I loved it sooooo
College!Mini and Vampire!Wildcat it is~~~~ ;)
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3rd POV:

Fangs...

It was a weird thought, yet, at the same time, not completely random.

Craig got lost in his own psyche, letting steam fog his glasses as he mindlessly stirred a boiling pot of pasta. It had been nearly two months since he had met Tyler and as if under a spell, Craig fell for him immediately. Not necessarily in a romantic way, but there was definitely some sort of attraction. Tyler reeked of confidence and popularity and not to mention sex. Craig let out a small sigh and pulled the pot off the stove top before bringing it over to the sink. Only after about two weeks or so of causal chatting, Tyler invited Craig to hang out or some shit like that and of course, he accepted. How could he not? Craig was ecstatic, which he now thinks was quite the over reaction and completely unlike him. The absent-minded male covered the noodles and watched as hot water drained out into the sink.

It had been decided that they were going to meet for a walk around campus on the following Friday. That night, Craig had waited for an entire hour for Tyler to show up, but when the sun had slowly started disappearing below the horizon, he knew that he had been blown off. Disheartened, Craig stood from where he sat at an old, wooden picnic table and started heading home. A light whimpering, so faint that the slightest of breezes would've washed out the sound, found its way into Craig's ears. Craig shuddered at the past memory and turned back to the stove, setting down the cooked noodles and reaching for a glass jar filled with sauce. The faint whimpering he heard that night belonged to a girl. She had been backed up against a wall and looming over her was was a tall, shadowy figure. Craig had to do something, but as he was about to call out for the strange man to stop, the girl's body hit the cold concrete. Craig set a saucepan on the stove and poured the tomato base into the pan, staring blankly at the crimson sauce as it sloshed around like blood and gore.

A sharp knock at the door snapped Craig from his transfixed state and he startled, jumping back as he dropped the jar to the floor, remnants of the red sauce splattering across the creme colored tiles. "Uh- Hold on, I'll be right there!" He called, hoping that whoever was at the door would hear him from all the way across his apartment. Hastily, he got to work, wiping up the mess before heading to the door. Taking a moment to fix his hair, he took a deep breath and placed his hand on the door knob, willing the wooden barrier to open. Standing on the other side was none other than Tyler.

Of course, Craig didn't want much to do with Tyler after that night, but Tyler was the complete opposite. He wouldn't leave Craig alone. His hawk-like eyes burned holes into Craig whenever they passed each other on campus. This was mostly because he knew that Craig had bore witness to his gruesome doings and was worried that something may be said. Luckily for Tyler, Craig knew that if he went up to someone and said 'Hey, so and so is a Vampire' they would most certainly give him a weird look and pass him off as just another college student high on weed. This caused him to remain silent and go about his day to day life as if he hadn't watched someone get murdered.

"Are you gonna invite me in or just stare?" Tyler inquired jokingly, waving his hand in front of Craig's face as a breathy laugh escaped his lips.

Craig nodded and stood back slightly, embarrassed by his spacey demeanor. "Come in." He motioned with his hand for the tall male to enter. Despite everything that happened, Craig didn't mind Tyler's company. He was actually rather fun to have around and he definitely never failed to make things interesting.

You could say that their relationship was, well.... Complicated.

Craig, against his better judgement, was still in this sort of phase where he liked Tyler and Tyler made it obvious that he was okay with that.

"Smells good," Tyler noted as he took a whiff of the air, "Let me guess, spaghetti?"

"Yeah," Craig confirmed and smiled as he shut the door and returned to the kitchen where he was closely tailed by Tyler. "It's not quite done yet, you can wait at the table if you'd like." He said in a host like manner as he slowly stirred the heating sauce with a wooden spoon. As he stirred, he let his mind wander again, which is something that (if you couldn't tell) he had found himself doing a lot lately. This was the first time that he had invited Tyler into his home, but it wasn't the first time they had hung out, or talked for that matter. Only days before, Craig confronted Tyler about what happened and Tyler's response surprised him. He had hung his head, something rare for him, and let out a shallow and shaky breath. He confessed that he had gotten out of control, his vampire side had started to fight against him and it won.

'I didn't want it to happen to you...' was what Tyler said, his blue eyes sharp as he locked them with Craig's.

"Uhm-" Tyler murmured, "You're burning the sauce..."

Craig, startled by this sudden realization, swiftly turned off the heat and moved the sauce off the hot burner. "I'm sorry, this is probably gonna taste like shit," Craig laughed slightly at his mistake.

Tyler, however, didn't laugh along. It was cute to see Craig embarrass himself, but this was slightly different; it was off... "Craig," Tyler's low voice came like a hum in Craig's ear and he instantly felt his heart start pounding. "Is something wrong?"

He could feel Tyler's hot breath against the cool skin of his nape and a shiver passed through him. "Haha, no-" Craig lightly elbowed Tyler in an attempt to get him to back up. His closeness was, by far, the most uncomfortable thing he had ever felt. It was clear that Craig didn't appreciate it and Tyler took the hint, backing off. "Dinner is done, ready to eat?" Craig questioned, sending a glance over his shoulder at Tyler, who nodded in response.

After the table was set and both men had spaghetti on their plates, Tyler smiled softly. "There's no garlic in this is there? He questioned, raising a brow.

"Yes, wh- Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Craig apologized and got up, ready to take his plate, "I'll get you something else."

"Pft ahahaa," Tyler wheezed slightly and Craig huffed, "I'm only kidding," the vampire laughed, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye, "But I'm glad that you're worried about my food allergies." he chuckled.

"You're such an asshole." Craig couldn't help but crack a smile, folding his arms and shaking his head as he returned to his seat, sitting down with a sigh.

"And you're fun to tease~" Tyler smirked, picking up his fork.

Craig just rolled his eyes, "Shut up and eat your damn noodles."

The two had picked up small conversation while eating, smiling and laughing as if they were normal. Maybe in another life things would've been different... Craig looked down to his now empty plate and stood up, grabbing Tyler's plate as well and bringing them to the sink. He casually rinsed away the dark red tomato sauce to expose the fragile white ceramic underneath. Tyler watched Craig intensely, seeing the way that he seemed to be thinking hard as he washed off their plates. Slowly, he stood up and walked into the kitchen behind Craig, placing both his hands on Craig's sides and leaning down into his ear. "What has you so distracted tonight?" He felt Craig tense up beneath his fingers and the small hint of suspicion he had was growing stronger. When Craig didn't respond, he decided to push the boundaries, reaching out his tongue and slowly licking a wet stripe up the smaller male's neck. Almost instantly, Craig pushed Tyler away, turning to face him with pale cheeks and a clenched jaw. It was exactly as he had expected. "You're still scared of me, aren't you?"

The look on Tyler's face made Craig self conscious about his reaction. The frown gave away how hurt he really was by this. Looking to the floor, he remained silent and placed a hand over the spot where Tyler's tongue had grazed his skin. He didn't want to admit that Tyler intimidated and frightened him, but he also couldn't lie to him. "I..."

"I get it." Tyler cut him off in a firm tone. "Why wouldn't you be afraid of me, especially after what happened that night." Craig looked up at him, this was the first time that he really addressed it without Craig bringing it up, "Hell," he let out a broken cuckle, "I'd be scared of me too."

"Tyler-"

"No, you don't have to say anything." He took a step closer to Craig and reached out, gingerly running his thumb over Craig's freckled cheek. "I just want you to know that what you saw that night wasn't me." His piercing blue eyes searched Craig's face, "The real me likes to watch football and play video games. The real me likes to binge on junk food while marathoning Prison Break on Netflix and the real me likes cold beer on a warm summer night and the real me like swimming, poker, chocolate cake, rain, Sunday mornings and the real me likes you..." He reached out, placing his other hand on Craig's left cheek so that he had him in his grip. Slowly, he leaned in and placed his lips to Craig's, who stood frozen as he tried to process this information.

"Tyler," he uttered as they parted, "I'm sorry..."

Tyler let out a small chortle, lightly stroking his face, "It's not your fault, it's mine..." He stopped the urge to say that sometimes he lost control, afraid that Craig might retract back into his scared, sheltered self. "I just wish you wouldn't be scared of me." He sighed against Craig's lips.

In a moment of boldness, Craig placed his hands over Tyler's and locked eyes with him, "I'm not afraid of you, not now anyways."

Tyler smiled softly, he knew it must've been hard for Craig to say that and decided to pull him into a hug, resting his chin atop the shorter's head. "Good... I'm glad..." He murmured softly, nuzzling him slightly and taking in his scent. He smelt of cologne, a musty fall smell that captured Tyler's attention and kickstarted his senses. Cautiously, he decided to push the boundaries once again, prompting Craig to back up against the counter. Silence passed through the room and Craig felt his ass hit the edge of the faux granite surface. With a sharp intake of air, he looked up at Tyler, who had the faintest smirk pulling at his lips; he looked hungry. Craig shuddered, gasping as firm hands gripped the back of his thighs tightly and pulled up causing him to latch onto Tyler so that he wouldn't fall. Promptly, he felt himself being sat on the cold, hard counter top and lips were pressed to his in another kiss, except now it wasn't caring or gentle, but lusty and anxious.

"Hm, Tyler-" He breathed into the kiss, placing his hands firmly against the other's chest. Tyler, hands grasping tightly at his hips, continued to kiss him without relent. "Please," He gasped as Tyler bit his lip, "Slow down-"

Tyler broke the kiss and rested their foreheads together. "Is this not what you wanted?"

Craig was taken aback by the sudden question, his face turning a bright red, more red then it already was. "I-I mean," he stammered helplessly.

Tyler's blue eyes were dotted with flecks of crimson as he searched Craig's eyes in an attempt to understand how he was feeling. "We can go at your pace, if you'd like." He stated, his odd consideration making Craig shift slightly.

"If we're gonna do this, can we do it somewhere other than here?" The red faced male said, eyes not meeting Tyler's out of embarrassment. He didn't want to admit that this would be his first time and that he hoped it would happen somewhere more comfortable.

Tyler tried to hide his excitement and calmly asked, "Couch or bed?"

Trying to keep his voice from cracking, Craig swallowed, "Bed..."

With that simple word, Tyler wrapped Craig's legs around his waist and lifted him off the counter, putting his hands on his ass to support him. 'This smug bastard' Craig thought as he felt Tyler's hands grope him shamelessly. It took only seconds for Tyler to find Craig's room and once inside he gently laid the small male down on the bed, crawling on top of him with a blatant smirk on his face. As he leaned in to kiss Craig, his hand snaked beneath the other's shirt, pulling it up slightly. Craig gasped into the kiss as Tyler's cold, dead hand touched his bare skin and trailed up and down his exposed stomach. Tyler couldn't help but think of how smooth Craig's skin was and how much he wanted to touch every bit of him. This was what he had been waiting to do for weeks. It was undeniable that he had fallen for this human and he wanted Craig to feel the same, no matter how long it took for him to accept his vampire side. His hand found a hard nub on Craig's chest and he took the nipple between his fingers, twisting and tweaking it slightly. Craig let out a silent, breathy moan and Tyler knew that he wanted more. He wanted with every bone in his body to make Craig moan for him and him alone.  Hastily, he ripped away Craig's shirt and tossed it aside, going back to working his nipples. "Mmh," Craig hummed as he felt Tyler's tongue swirl around his left nipple while he rolled his right nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. Craig reached up and tangled his fingers in Tyler's short dusty hair, prompting him to continue.

Tyler slowly kissed up Craig's bare chest until he was at the collar bone. "Can I mark you?" He questioned softly between placing butterfly kisses on Craig's freckled sternum. He got a hesitant nod and continued on, sucking on a patch of pale skin and leaving a bruise, small and bright red. Slowly, he moved upward, biting Craig's shoulder and licking up his trapezius toward the base of his neck. He froze, deciding to skip over the neck to Craig's jaw line. He pulled away and stripped free for his own shirt, letting it fall from the bed onto the floor before turning his attention to Craig's pants, quickly undoing the button and zipper. Craig arched his back to help assist Tyler in taking them off. He wasn't sure, but he thought this is what he wanted. He wanted his body, he wanted to love him, to fuck him and to make him scream out in pleasure.

Tyler grabbed a hold of Craig's boxers and pulled them off forcefully, tossing them behind him haphazardly. Craig chewed his lip, trying not to look down at his naked body. He couldn't help but to feel exposed as Tyler's quickly darkening eyes stared lustfully down on him, taking in every inch of his pasty white skin and hot, squirming boy. Tyler smirked when he saw that Craig was already hard and moved his hand down, wrapping his fingers around Craig's member as he began to pump him at a tantalizingly slow pace. Craig let out a heavy breath, silencing a moan that tried to leak out. "Faster," he demanded, watching as Tyler's hand moved at a snail like pace up and down and up and down.

"Craig," Tyler started, not going any faster, "Is this, by any chance, your first time?"

With that question, Craig nearly choked, letting out a little cough. "Why-Why do you ask?"

"Well," he smirked slightly, leaning down, "I'm sure that you wouldn't want me to just go right in, would you?"

"Uhmm, no..." Craig answered, unsure of exactly what he should say.

Tyler let out a little laugh, "I'm sorry," he leaned down and gently kissed Craig, "This may hurt a little, just try and use the pleasure to distract you, okay?" Tyler whispered tenderly before kissing a trail down to Craig's navel, his mouth finding the base of Craig's cock. He licked a fat stripe up the underside before holding out his finger and spitting on it. "One finger to start," he muttered under his breath and went back to sucking off Craig. Craig was enjoying himself. Tyler's mouth around his dick was sending shivers all down his spine and he let out a satisfied hum. A small, wet pressure pushed against his entrance and slowly pressed in. At first, Craig felt nothing, but then Tyler slightly curled and twisted his finger, causing him to let out a hiss of pain. He could feel his insides moving and getting stretched and damn was it painful. Tyler heard Craig grunt and sucked harder, moving his free hand around the base. Momentarily, the pain subsided, but then Tyler tested his limits and slowly inserted a second finger, forcing it to squeeze in. "Gah, fuck," Craig spat, closing his eyes tightly at the feeling of discomfort. He started to roll his hips along with Tyler's fingers as they curled within him, trying hard to relieve the pain. Tyler's tongue swirling around his tip did in fact help distract him from the fire that burned in his lower half and Craig was starting to find the feeling bearable. Meticulously, as if performing a delicate procedure, Tyler withdrew his fingers, causing Craig to groan at the hollow sting of emptiness inside him.

Tyler sat back and started to undo his belt, loosening the cloth vice the lay tightly across his erection. "Are you ready?" Tyler questioned in a low purr. Craig looked up at him with lidded eyes, his face red and his breath shallow as he nodded. Tyler couldn't help but reach out and run a hand through Craig's hair, admiring him in this vulnerable state. With a soft smile, he leaned in and started kissing him hungrily. "Okay," he breathed as he broke off the kiss, running his hands down Craig's sides as he leaned back. Now he removed his pants fully, stroking himself several times to try and release some of the pent up lust in his gut. Taking Craig by the waist, he gingerly pulled him forward, lifting his legs up and getting between them, lining himself up with Craig's raw entrance. "Let me know if you want me to stop..." With that, he started to push his way in, tightening his grip on Craig's hips and clenching his teeth. Craig was unbelievably tight and in hindsight, he probably could've been stretched more, but Tyler was too anxious to wait any longer. Before he even realized it, he was all the way in, balls deep. Slowly he started pulling out and rocking his hips forward again.

"Ahha ha~!" Craig cried out in pain as tears pricked his eyes. He sat up quickly, leaning forward and reaching out to grab a hold of Tyler's arms, his nails digging into the other's skin. "W-Wait, Tyler-" He sputtered, halting the top mid thrust.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, worriedly, afraid that he had seriously hurt Craig.

"No, no, just-" Craig wriggled slightly, adjusting to the feeling of Tyler inside him, "I need a second."

"Okay," Tyler said, hugging Craig, who was now sitting in his lap. "Let me know when you're ready to continue," he cooed smoothly in Craig's ear, lightly kissing under his jaw and trailing down to place comforting pecks of endearment across his chest. Slowly, Craig started to sway his hips, forward and back, letting Tyler's cock brush against his walls. He let out a sniveling gasp as Tyler bucked his hips to match Craig's speed. "Here, maybe this will help," He murmured and lied back, unintentionally pulling Craig down hard onto his stiff erection.

"Mmf," Craig bit his lip, muffling the surely loud moan that he almost let slip. He realized the position they were in and took a deep breath. He was on his knees, straddling Tyler. Pushing the thought that for once he was looking down on the other male, he proceeded to place his hands against Tyler's chest for support as he rocked his hips faster. The stinging pain was still prevalent, but now another feeling was starting to make it's presence known.

"Oh, Craig, you feel so damn good," Tyler growled, his eyes turning darker by the second. Craig remained silent, trying hard to concentrate on keeping a steady pace and not to think about the pain. Tyler raised his hips to push farther into Craig, earning a loud moan from the other. A smirk spread across his face and he reached out, grabbing Craig's member and stroking it with each thrust and roll of the hips. With his free hand, Tyler gingerly stroked Craig's quivering forearm, "You're doing so well." He praised, looking up at the flustered male that was steadily riding him.

"Ah fuck, Tyler~" Craig whimpered, grabbing Tyler's hand and interlocking their fingers as a simple way of saying that he appreciated the support. Tyler started getting lost in the heat, his vision blurring as he stared up at his partner. Craig was completely red, sweat forming on his forehead. He had his eyes closed tightly and jaw was clenched. It was obvious that he was close. Tyler, enraptured by lust and yearning, pulled Craig down into a thirsty kiss, thrusting forcefully upward into to him all the while. "Mmph!" His moan was muffled into Tyler's mouth and tears started running over his cheeks.

Tyler pulled back and pushed Craig's sweat slicked hair away from his face, wiping a tear with his thumb. "Craig," he said softly, "I want you to look at me when you cum." He uttered.

Craig obliged and opened his eyes, staring down at Tyler with heavy lids. His grey orbs were clouded with pain and pleasure and it was clear that he was enjoying it. Tyler started to thrust faster as he felt himself letting loose. "Tyler, wait-" his voice cracked as Tyler's hard cock rubbed forcibly against his back wall, "S-Slow down."

Tyler's thrusts were getting sloppier and at this point, his inner vampire had been set loose. His teeth were bared, fangs glinting in the low light that filtered into the room and his dark, red, lustrous eyes stared into Craig's soul, making him feel vulnerable. Tyler's hands were gripped like the fangs of a viper around their prey and he was pulling Craig down onto him, making him yelp loudly. "Ahg, Craig~!" Tyler growled as he came, pushing as far as he could into Craig.

"Ack- Shit, Tyler!" Craig choked out, his eyes not leaving Tyler's deep crimson ones. As Tyler's seed shot out into him, he felt himself letting go, white liquid spilling out between their chests.

The two stayed connected for some time, breathing heavily as they came down from their highs. Slowly, Craig pushed himself up and winced as Tyler's swollen dick was pulled out from inside him, slick dribbling down his thighs. As Craig was about to get up and clean off, a strong hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him down. He found himself chest to chest with Tyler, staring into his gradually lightening red eyes. The larger male placed a delicate kiss against Craig's soft lips and pulled back to admire him. Tyler loved what he saw and smirked to himself exposing one of his sharp fangs. "So," he started, gingerly combing his fingers through Craig's messy hair, "Are you still afraid of me?"
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(A/N:) WHOO I'm thinking I'm gonna do another one of these since it really helped me get my ass in gear and write, so, comment if you want another Vote Fic.

ALSO- It was sort of awkward to write this considering that Mini was in the hospital after getting hit by a car sooooooo. Same amount of damage to the legs ;) I'm kidding lmao

Anyways, thank you for reading and have an awesome, amazing, great, perfect day~! <3