hello mel cowboy junkie tumblr user deltamel. do we have any thoughts on vampire katsuki cause IIIII DOOOOOOOOO (can't be insane about this on my own i Will truly lose my mind)
hi beautiful marcie tumblr user olivebowl (i am so sorry this is late, my drafts are like the room of requirement and that shit got LAWST in there forgive me)
i'm thinking about best friend!kat who offhandedly mentions that he hasn't fed in weeks. i'm thinking about you, his soft, sweet smelling human, tilting your head to the side as you offer yourself in worry. i'm thinking about kat helplessly zeroing in on the smooth plane on your neck and wondering if you did it on purpose. i'm thinking about kat needing to be coaxed into drinking your blood like a scared, wild animal who only knows a meal through violence. i'm think about you, who does not realise the intimate significance of a vampire feeding on your blood—a friend's blood. i'm thinking about kat, who never deigns to tell you before accepting your offer.
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When Katsuki leans away from your neck, the first thing to catch your eye is the blood—your blood—dripping from his fangs like a melting icicle. Next is the flush, smattered high on his cheeks and across his nose bridge, as vibrant as stars in the sky. And finally, you notice the fog clouding his eyes. His gaze is on yours, but you get the sense that he's seeing straight through you. Almost like he's perceiving the blood thundering in your veins, pumping steadily beneath your epidermis.
Is that even possible?
You have no idea.
"Kat?" you murmur, the hand fitted around his nape sliding down to his pec. You tap your finger there. A mirror image of your own, his heart roars for freedom under your touch.
"Mm?" Comes his reply, barely a whisper of his diaphragm.
Wary of his reticence, you flick on the dim lamp beside your bed and warm light floods the room. "You okay, big guy?"
Bakugou watches your lips move, but you're not confident he hears the words coming out of them. Only the sound of his heaving breathes can be heard as you wait for a reply you progressively doubt is ever going to arrive. Then, like the needle of a compass, his eyes draw down to his magnetic north: the two fresh piercings on your jugular where his sharp teeth have penetrated your skin and reached the vein, the wounds raw and tender. Still wet with a medley of his saliva and your own blood. Bakugou's lips twitch and his tongue flicks out to taste the air as though reminiscing.
"'S weird," you breathe, studying his muted presence. A presence that usually overtakes any space he occupies. Now, you're not even sure you'd notice he was here if you didn't have an aching bite mark on your neck to prove as much. "Almost like you're drunk..."
Bakugou shakes his head and veers forward to lean on the heels of his hands, placed just before your crossed legs as though afraid to cross a boundary he hasn't already erased when his teeth were in your neck—when your blood was pooled in his mouth and slipping down his throat.
"'M just..." Bakugou fishes around for the words in your gaze, his own darting between each of your eyes lazily. Beneath your hand, his heart thumps long enough that you've lost track of your conversation by the time he speaks again. "Just happy."
Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilt your head and stroke your thumb along the taut muscle of his chest, covered by the soft cotton of his t-shirt. "Happy?"
Bakugou nods loosely.
"You always this happy when you feed?" you ask curiously, holding your breath for a reason you can't place for the life of you.
Bakugou sways towards you once more, until he's barely a hair's breadth from your neck. His forehead comes to rest on the junction of your shoulder, tilting until his cheek presses into the bone there. Without warning, he exhales, and the warm air fluttering over your wound erupts goosebumps across your body.
You fight not to pull him closer—not to press his teeth back into your neck, simply to keep him this pliant and satisfied forever.
You think he might be able to tell.
"You're takin' advantage of me," he mumbles quietly.
"Maybe," you laugh. His head shifts with the movement of your shoulders. "Would that be such a bad thing?"
"No," he replies, taking barely a moment to ponder over the ethics of such a strange question. "I don't mind..." Bakugou tucks his face further into you and brushes his tongue over your bite. You inhale sharply, arousal curling in your core at the sharp spike of pleasure. "If it's you."
I am not very small, I’m average height and overweight. Yet I still 100% believe Natsuo Todoroki could pick me up like I weigh as much as 2 grapes and that makes me very happy
