Currently, every mod is inactive on this blog, so unlikely to be anything new posted anytime soon. Sometimes I see the notifications this blog occasionally gets and think about coming back, but unfortunately I don't think I have the motivation required for it at the moment.
Hi, writer’s block is a BITCH and I have a personal grudge against it, however I also value my terrible writing, so I’m here to dump some Vision x Reader porn :)
PS. this sucks don’t read it if you don’t want to :)
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Word Count: 4758
It felt like you were drugged: You were absolutely and completely addicted to a computer with legs. His skin was tough like a rhinovirus, yet smooth on the outside, small patterns of hexagons only a trained eye could detect, with little bumps all over it and the chilled, metallic feeling of the outside of a gun. Sinking your teeth into that skin felt like a distant dream until the lock down.
You were used to staying in the base, but not being trapped inside. A small misunderstanding with the US Government had Captain America on the run. Stark assured all of the Avengers, including yourself, that the situation would be resolved in a few days time, and to just hunker down and perform your daily routine as usual, save for the lack of one teacher and the ability to leave and get donuts.
"I just don't see why he's gotta be up in their faces," Rhodey was clearly voicing his concerns to Sam, who hadn't been in contact with Rogers since he accidentally blew a "place" up. You were in the kitchen chopping vegetables to make a simple stew, watching them with feigned amusement. They already had this conversation two hours ago, five hours ago, and right when the facility went on lock down. You clicked your tongue, garnering their attention.
"Let the situation play out, we already know he's innocent," You went back to chopping the vegetables, throwing what you had in the pot and setting aside the others for precooking. Sam sat down with a sigh.
"Maybe, but the military doesn't know that," He raised his eyebrows, seeming apprehensive. Rhodey shook his head, hands on his hips.
"We need to step in and resolve this," He snapped, and you locked eyes with him before giving a decisive chop.
"If we step in, we risk escalating it. Your name is War Machine," You reminded him with deadpan in your eyes. He looked away with a twinge of embarrassment.
"True. This just feels wrong," He sighed, scratching the back of his head and glancing at the big pot you were adding to, "Whatcha making?"
"Stew. I figured we all needed some comfort food," A voice from the hallway behind you caught everyone's attention: a feminine, thick accent.
"It smells divine," The magical girl offered you a small smile, which you returned in full as you set the heat for the oil in the other pain.
"Thank you Wanda," You gave her a nod, "It'll be ready in time for dinner."
"Dinner? Oh c'mon it's lunch time!" Rhodey whined, and Sam nodded, looking to you expectantly. You scoffed, eyes wide.
"I'm not your maid, nor your mother. Make a sandwich," You chuckled, shaking your head. Wanda giggled, walking behind you to get to the fridge.
"If you slice the meats, I will make the rest," The boys were up and ready immediately, enticed by the idea of immediate food. You had to explain that stewing took time, and unbeknownst to you, a watchful eye was taking the information in, fascinated by the family recipe. Where were the instructions, rules, parameters? How did you know this all? Most human customs could be found on the internet, but not everything.
-
The same pair of blue eyes graced your presence for dinner, when everyone got together at the table and enjoyed the stew. Natasha commented that it reminded her of Russia, but Stark reminded her that leeks were Asian. The individual who couldn't eat tried to stay out of the conversation, but was eventually brought in as a human calculate to give Stark some closure on a bet with Rhodey.
You watched on with amusement, eyes mostly lingering around the neck of the walking AI. The way it moved when he spoke, the slow nods he gave that reminded you of a therapist gathering information. Your eyes travelled in from his broad shoulders to his collarbone, admiring the structure and wondering yet again how it tasted. The texture under your tongue would definitely be admirable, but you wondered if the robot could even have such thoughts. Surely he didn't understand the complexity of pining, wanton need, and he probably didn't even have a libido, much less one that matched yours that raged whenever he was near.
Your stolen glance at the man didn't remain unnoticed, "So, did you make the food just to distract us from you eating him with your eyes, or am I missing something?" Natasha asked cockily, and you nearly choked, turning to her with cheeks insanely dark. You were eternally grateful that she had kept her voice down, but the smug expression on her face gave most of the situation away.
"Natasha..." You scowled, face still red. She nodded, shoving a piece of stew meat into her mouth. She leaned closer from her seat beside you.
"He's a robot, subtle isn't his thing," She chuckled, and you groaned softly, looking down at your plate with complete embarrassment. You hadn't expected to be called out so obviously.
"It's my thing," You gave her wide warning eyes, to which she clicked her tongue and turned back to the boys, continuing the conversation.
You were safe from her teasing for the rest of the dinner. Most people resided to their rooms to do whatever heroes do after a long day's work and not being able to go out. Your idea had involved eating a spicy snack while watching a horror movie, but upon remembering the small smile Vision gave you during dinner, your focuses turned elsewhere.
His blue eyes, so captivating, so curious. You wondered if he was curious about the human body, if he had ever studied sex, if he'd taken a liking to any parts of it. Your hands travelled downwards, removing your bottoms and underwear. Movie and snacks forgotten, you turned the volume up a bit to cover your inevitable moans. No other ima`ginary bedroom fantasies could make you like this, but Vision? The soft soul who wishes only good on others, who yearns for friendship from everyone in the compound, who memorizes the staff's coffee orders just in case of a rainy day... You were head over heels for this man.
The rooms were mostly sound proof, but you were still paranoid, so you bit into your pillow while you worked yourself up, imagining it was his patterned, smooth hands, perhaps he would like you to match a pair of lingerie to his ruby red... well, you assumed it was skin. It was vibranium, but still.
Pumping in and out of you, figuring out what drove you mad and not stopping until he had pushed you over the edge, both of you excited for the finale. Your toes sunk into the bed sheets, your other hand roaming your body before resting on your clit, massaging it and causing your back to arch while you soft cooed the name of who you wish was your torturer.
-
It was a dreadful habit of his: he forgot that others couldn't phase through walls, and he ended up seeing things others would rather him not see. Half naked, them watching something out of character, etc. Alas, he was working on it...
He had stayed with Sam for a bit after dinner. He reminisced catching a sneak peak of the woman who made it, mesmerized by her harmonious movements, the quick quips back at Rhodey and Sam for wanting food sooner, and her shy humbleness during dinner when Stark complimented the dish. She was gorgeous, brave, and most of all, according to the internet, she liked him back.
She turned pink at all the right times, stumbled over her words only when speaking with him, and either is trying to violently get away from him or spend all of her time with him. He had downloaded all the information necessary to flirt, although seeing as Stark called them useless, he was back to square one.
Sam and him talked about his wings and the difference between flying with them and just having the ability to fly. Once Sam became bored, they both turned in for the night. Vision picked up after himself and went back to make sure the table was cleaned. Once he was sure everything was in order for the night, he made his way to the hall. With his enhanced hearing, he noticed what each Avenger was doing in their rooms. Bathing, watching TV, training, and some making noises he had learned meant to stay out.
Except he hadn't ever heard those noises from this particular room. It was (F/N)'s room, and he attempted to ignore them, keeping his head high and pace steady until he faintly heard his own name. He paused, then turned around elegantly to go back, standing in front of her door.
There again was his name, moaned in a long, drawn out voice that ended with more panting. It almost sounded like she was working out, but he knew from limited experience that he shouldn't take his chances. It was covered by a thick layer of music, but why would she say his name in such a way?
So he looked back down the hall, mind working a mile a minute. She was calling for him... Perhaps she was thinking about punching him? That would set his admiration scale back to below zero, like when he first met her. But the sweet sound of her voice didn't sound like it held hatred...
In fact, it sounded like it held pain. It previously felt euphoric, but it had suddenly become more desperate and higher pitched. If she was being assassinated, he would never forgive himself for not checking immediately. Her TV was also on, the assailant could be using it as a cover. He stepped through her door, making himself known before he saw her, "Miss (F/N)-"
The scream that erupted from the girl on the bed set his nerves on fire, and a few shuffles from other rooms could be heard. He stood in surprise: Her hands had been between her legs, fingers inside of herself. Her body laid out like a delicate flower, chest pushed up and muscles contracted. Upon hearing his voice, her immediate reaction was to scream and bolt upright, eyes wide and panting. She grabbed her bed sheets and covered herself, all while shouting at the shocked man.
"Fuck - oh my gods - GET OUT! Get out Vision, what the fuck? Get out!" She screamed, face beet red and clearly furious. He was given a stark reminder as to why he needed to knock.
"My apologies, I heard you calling my name and-" She didn't let him finish, instead wrapping herself in her sheets and pushing off the bed, her eyes spelling murder.
"You didn't fucking knock? What the HELL. You've got some fucking nerve, android," She snapped, stomping furiously toward him, obviously still embarrassed by her flushed expression. He put his hands up, genuinely worried that she would attack him. Instead, she stopped in front of him, "Why aren't you out? Get out!"
"I'm sorry, so sorry (F/N)," He took a hesitant step back, beginning to understand was real embarrassment was like. She was practically fuming, and before he could leave, she grabbed his arm, teeth grinding together while she tried to string a sentence together.
"Do you even - understand - how wrong.... what you did... was?" Her grip was tightening, and he observed her starting to try and calm herself down with deeper breathes.
-
"What you were doing was a personal, human affair," He stated with a hesitant nod, and you were about to nod with him, but you thought of a better option. When he first scared the living shit of out you, your reaction was purely instinct. Now that you were thinking straighter, you realized that if you could push your dignity to the side, perhaps you could get what you've been wanting...
You were still riled up after all, and you knew that learning how to be human was something he adored, "If you're trying to exclude yourself from that group," You took another deep breath, using your grip on his arm to steady yourself, "Technically, I mean, you can probably..." You looked down to his navel region, nodding. When your eyes snapped back up, you were met with a confused set of robotic eyes.
"I'm not following your logic, Miss (F/N)," His velvety accent wasn't doing your aching core any good. If he didn't leave soon, you might not be able to stop yourself from jumping him, "Are you saying you don't wish for me to leave you?"
"I'm not - wait, I'm just -" As he tugged away from you, you tried to pull him back, and he got closer than before, his eyes scanning your face with curiosity, "Do you remember when you first came here?"
"Yes, I remember my birth quite vividly," He nodded slowly.
"And you remember how you made clothes for yourself, then a big ol' cape?"
"Yes," His voice was a whisper now, as if he was starting to follow your reasoning, "So what you are saying is... You think I can create a penis?"
"Always straightforward, eh?" You don't think your cheeks could get any darker at this point. He so obviously stated that, as if talking about the weather. You swallowed hard, struggling to maintain eye contact.
"I could try, but I need an example," He reminded you, and you finally let go of his arm, wrapping your own around your stomach in a protective, shy manner. The corners of his mouth raised up slightly, as if amused.
"Example..." You whispered to yourself, looking at the ground, "It's uh... I mean, you don't even have to do this..."
"But (F/N), you have peaked my curiosity, and you seem to have thought about this before," He stepped forward with the confidence of a pride of lions as always, placing a hand on your arm delicately. This must be a dream - never in a hundred years did you think this situation would happen. This was something out of a cheesy porno...
"Maybe I have," You whispered, then cleared your throat, looking behind you at the loud TV, "I... Vision, this is a lot more important than you realize," You looked back at him, and he looked as placid as always. You tried to get the message to sink in, "Sex, Vision. Sex means a lot. It bonds two people, it's not just... Casual, between friends, at least it's not usually..."
"We are both unusual people," His hand traced up to your neck as he took another step forward, almost closing the gap between you. Your hand shot up to cover his own, leaning your head into it.
"I don't want this to be between friends," You sighed, glancing between his arm and his eyes, "Please."
"You wish for this to be between lovers?" He sounded almost breathless. You'd never seem him this surprised before, not even when Stark had painted his entire room pink as a prank. You nodded with wide eyes, smiling.
"Yeah, that. I'd love to do this as lovers," You stayed put, waiting for his confirmation.
"That would be... New. But you seem like a lovely teacher," You closed the gap between you, reaching up behind his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
Once your feelings were established, you brought him to the bed, sitting down on the edge with your laptop. You felt like Stark would tease you for your search history, but you typed in "Erect penis," and scrolled through a few photos before landing on one. You handed the laptop over to the robotic man, and he studied it shamelessly. As he did, he muttered, "Could you turn your TV down, I'm terribly sorry, but I must focus."
"Of course, yeah," You bolted up, rushing to the TV. You turned it off completely, and when you sat back down, you observed him nodding slowly to himself.
"The structure is fairly simple. How large is it, might you say?" The question caught you off guard, and you scrambled for an answer. It's not like you thought about penises every day.
"Uh, sizes vary, but uh, the average is about five and a half inches tall. Most guys want more, girls too I guess," You pressed your lips together, looking away from him as he closed the laptop, the silence suddenly much too loud for your liking. This was about to happen - This was about to happen. You were going to teach a robot to love the old fashion way, and your adrenaline was surging.
He looked at you with confusion, but nodded, "What would you want?"
"Oh my gosh," You whispered to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand. He recognized the expression and was quick to apologize for stepping out of line, but you shook your head, "No, it's just... This is all so lewd. Like, you're asking me to choose what size... okay, um, seven inches? Is that okay?" Your voice was rising in pitch.
"Yes. Are you alright, (F/N)? You seem almost scared of me," He leaned closer to you, and out of embarrassment, you leaned away groaning and chuckling.
"I'm horny Vision, read my vitals or something," You waved him off, embarrassed, and he nodded slowly. Turning back to him with a small smile, you studied his robotic face that held that same curious emotion as always.
"My research has said I, as the male, should control the situation. Is this correct to your standards?" Your eyes widened, and you cocked a sassy eyebrow before smirking and scooting closer to him.
"You'll have to fight for control, Vision," You traced down his leathery metallic arm, "I've wanted this, I've wanted you to ruin me, but if you construct the nerves right," You swung yourself around, dropping the blanket covering you and straddling his legs, "I can ruin you," You gave him a confident smile, and he tilted his head to the side.
You were going crazy with the feeling of your bare skin against his synthesized own. You leaned closer, but before you could kiss him, he shifted his body weight and you were suddenly under him, breathless, "That wasn't much of a fight, (F/N)."
"Oh fuck me," You muttered with a voracious grin, shifting him back over and pushing him against the bed by the shoulders, taking a mouthful of his neck and biting. He gawked, then lightly pushed your head away. You were attached like a leech, however, and he chuckled nervously.
"This would break my capillaries (F/N), are you trying to-? Oh, a hickey," For a robot, he was still pretty slow on the update, "I could allow such things," Grinding against him while you bit, enjoying the fleshy, metallic taste, you were surprised when he pushed himself to sit up, and you tried to push him back down.
However, you felt his skin disappear, and you fell against the bed. Before you could turn around, his hips were pressed against your ass, and his hands holding you in place, "Please behave, (F/N)."
As hot as he sounded, you wouldn't go down without a fight. You struggled, pushing against the male. He stayed in place like a brick wall, but when you felt his "breath" against your neck, you paused, your breath hitching.
"I do hope this doesn't hurt," You cried out lewdly when he sank his teeth into the back of your neck, pressing your legs together uncomfortably and grinding back against him. You moaned as he pulled at the skin, his lips rough but gentle against your skin. His arms were on either side of your head, and through your haze of lust, you saw an opening.
You hooked an arm around his own, shifting your weight and slamming his back against the bed. You twisted expertly, straddling him and grabbing his wrists. You pushed them down, and he stared at you with wide eyes, flickering down to your lips, then back up, "You seem to prefer the power, should I let you have it?"
"Don't give up now Vision," You were panting, "The play just adds to-" He tried to slip out of your grasp, and you pulled away when his hands were free, turning around to scramble off when he grabbed your waist, pulling you back onto his lap. You clawed his arms that were wrapped around you, then melted when one travelled up to your breast, the cold metal soothing you immediately.
"Relax (F/N), this is my first time, I don't want to have to hurt you," You felt your stomach twist around with anxious glee; he was starting to get the hang of this. You needed him inside of you though, so you ground back against him, wanton and needy.
"M-Make it Vision," You whispered, and he went silent. You thought you had done something wrong, but then you felt something poke against your ass, and you immediately knew that he had succeeded.
"Mission successful," He teased, and you laughed, shaking your head, "I hope you remember to hide it after this."
"I will," He then shifted against you, the metallic penis pressed across your labia, "Will you let me aid you, (F/N), or must I fight for dominance more?"
"N-No, I'll obey," You mentally slapped yourself. It wasn't like he was your master or anything, you just wanted to give him the full treatment, "Please yourself and me, don't..." You whimpered, grinding against him for more friction, "Don't leave yourself without any pleasure."
"I must say, the amount of nerve endings in the genitalia is astounding," You laughed breathily at his words, but reached down to grab his penis, "Let me," You paused upon grabbing it, the girth and length exactly as you had specified.
"Alright," He then released his grip on you.
"Lay down," You followed his command, "Please," You chuckled at him remembering his manners. Your heart quickened when he crawled on top of you. You placed one hand on his chest, and grabbed his shoulder with the other, "Shall I?"
"Please," You leaned up to kiss him, and he met you with gentle fervour. His cold tip pressed into you, and you shivered. He then sent some sort of signal to his pelvis region, and it heated up to body-temperature, "Thanks," You chuckled.
"I forgot how cold my skin is compared to your delicate own," He pressed on, and finally he was almost completely sheathed. You would need to stretch a little to take all of him, however.
"I'm not delic-cate..." You whispered, "I'm an assassin."
He pulled back, then snapped his hips forward, sending stars across your vision and a soft whimper from your lips, "I must disagree, you are metaphorically melting underneath me."
"Fuck," You whined, and he started a rhythm, making your head spin. When he finally was able to completely sheath within you, you rolled your hips against him, "Tell me h-how you feel, Vision."
"I assumed the nerve endings would cause me to feel pain, however," He paused, "I feel a nearly overwhelming sense of oxytocin."
"Human t-terms, Vision," He started to move, and you whimpered, rolling against him again. He got the idea and started to thrust slowly and cautiously, as if testing what level of his vast strength this would take.
"It feels very good," He chuckled shortly, his usual 'laugh' due to his nearly completely nonexistent sense of humour.
"Don't la-ah..." Before you could tell him not to laugh at you, he hit a particularly sweet spot inside of you, raising your voice an octave and causing your eyes to shoot open, staring into his perplexed, interested own.
"How peculiar," He whispered, and like a robot would, he adjusted to only thrusting into that particular part of you. He was also picking up the pace in a methodical way.
"It-Ah, oh my gods, oh wow..." You grabbed the sheets under you, then grabbed his shoulders, taking deep breaths to try and get a hold of yourself, "Fuck... oh my gods Vision..."
"Please calm yourself (F/N), you're becoming quite loud," He almost sounded proud of himself, that bastard. You, however, didn't have much control over your moans, and you grit yourself, pushing a shaky breath out.
"Shut me up then," You let out a particularly loud whine, and he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, the other going to grab your waist to continue his ministrations. You felt your orgasm getting closer, and you grabbed his shoulder blades, writhing around and arching against him.
When it happened, you screamed against his hand, and his eyes widened, his hips not stopping. Your chest was heaving, and your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper into you. He didn't understand what you meant, however, and continued to thrust.
When you were just whining and whimpering, he finally lifted his hand and stopped, looking you over just like when he had first seen New York: absolutely mesmerized. You were flush red, panting, arched against his cool skin, and almost completely at his mercy. Maybe with a couple more rounds you would do anything for him, but you hoped it would take a while for him to learn that. You pulled him down for another kiss, and when he pulled back, a shaky, tasteless breath graced your lips, "You are objectively beautiful."
"That's just your oxyto-so-whatever talking," You giggled, and he shook his head as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"I cannot lie unless I must, and why would I lie now? I could easily win against you-"
"If you say anything more," You had to take a couple deep breaths, still finding it hard to breathe, and envying his lack of needing to, "I'll tell Stark you know how to make a penis."
He nodded, and you had to laugh, shaking your head and sighing after. With him still inside of you, you sat comfortably for about a minute, then you asked him to pull out. He obliged, "You can talk now, just not about how pretty you think I am."
"You are, I must correct," You groaned, then whined, "Just lay next to me and cuddle, I think I only had one round in me."
"Cuddle..." He trailed on, his eyes narrowing in what you knew as 'searching the internet for every reference he can,' then he floated next to you and laid one arm across your stomach. You curled around him, wrapping a leg around his waist. You felt a distinct lack of penis now, noticing that he had dematerialized it. Not commenting on it, you cuddled closer. He seemed to heat up the part of his body you were cuddled into.
"You don't have to heat up that much... I kind of like how cold you are," You murmured, "It's you, distinctly you."
"Me," You felt him shift to look down at you, "I have a trait, that of a robot, that you view as special to me?"
"Some people are really warm, some are really cold. We call them human heaters or coolers. You're just a human cooler," You nuzzled into his chest, hugging him to you. He wrapped an arm under you, and you adjusted to get comfy. It wasn't like he would lose circulation overnight, assuming he would stay for a bit.
"Thank you," He spoke quietly, as if he didn't want to break whatever train of thought brought you to your conclusion. You swallowed hard, asking the inevitable question.
"What does this make us? Like, you know what dating is, right?"
"Of course," He rubbed your back softly, and you noted that it was right where it had been sore from earlier training. That bastard and his x-ray vision, "You may choose, for I have no experience to base this from."
"Let's call it dating, but not tell the others for a while, okay?" You smiled, starting to feel sleepy.
"Very well," He stayed in that position for a couple minutes until you realized something that brought the smile back to your now sleepy face.
"Did you make a heartbeat just for me?" You whispered, and he chuckled, the sound reverberating through his metallic chest.
"I thought it would sooth you. Would you like me to turn the lights down, (F/N)?"
"It does, and yes. Do you want to stay the night?" You felt your consciousness ebb and flow, and you fought to stay awake.
Anonymous: I’m not sure if my ask was eaten, but I hope I’m not bothering you by sending another ask. May I please request and Omegaverse Alpha Bakugou x Omega reader where they spend Christmas cuddling, but it slowly turns smutty? I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.
Thank you, my Christmas was fairly good Anon :) Sorry it took so long to get to this. I’m sorry for taking so long to upload - it felt almost wrong to put something up so soon after Lucifer’s leave. I’m still here, however, and will still be writing.
Key: (H/N)= Your hero name
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Mist pillowed from your mouth as you strut away from the scene of another villain angry over something Christmas-related. You texted your boyfriend that your patrol was nearly over, and he quickly replied.
2:23PM Good.
2:25PM I can pick something warm up for dinner on the way back.
2:25PM Thanks.You okay?
2:26PM Saw the villain? He was all bark, no bite.
You chuckled at his short responses: he was never one to keep up the conversation, but he always had to make sure you were okay after a battle. You were an omega, after all, and he thought the smallest scratch spelled certain doom.
You gave a quick report to the officer in a puffy coat on duty, then gave him a number to contact your agency for the rest of the paperwork. He glanced at the paper, then to you with wide eyes. It was hard to tell if he was a fan or one of them, “You beat him on your own?” Them.
“I did,” You nodded, and he cocked an eyebrow with a small smile. You sighed... Just another Alpha assuming an Omega hero had to be a sidekick.
“Sure you did. Where’s the hero on duty?” He acted as if he had busted you, and you gawked. This was quite the ballsy officer.
“Haven’t you heard? I’m a pro, I went to UA. Buzz off,” You grit your teeth, and he glanced around the group of people that was slowly growing. Every damn time. At least this time you could see that most of them were fans and just as equally peeved off as yourself.
“Oh yeah,” He crossed his arms, flicking the business card around like it was worthless, “You’re Ground Zero’s Omega, aren’t you?” He leaned forward, “Just give me his ca-”
“(H/N) has her own agency!” You glanced into the crowd. One of your heavily bundled up fans had shouted in your defense, and the others agreed, “There’s no law saying Omegas can’t fight villains on there own, that’s discrimination!”
“Hey, hey, I’m just asking for the real details-” The officer was overrun by your fans screaming profanities at him. You took a step back with a chuckle, arms crossed. These were one of your favourite scenes to watch.
“You’re new, right?” You called out, and the officer turned to you, malice evident in his eyes. Malice and annoyance.
“Officer Yuu is out for Christmas, why?” His teeth were obviously grit, and for a second you had to push down the instinctual agreeableness your omega side had for an angry Alpha. You were just as equally angry at him.
“This is my territory. Don’t disrespect me on it,” You turned around, waving to him as you walked back to your agency, “Especially on Christmas.”
-
Once you were out of your hero suit and warm once again, you texted Katsuki that you were headed home. You ran by a restaurant to grab a large bag of comfort foods, and once you got back into the comforting setting of your home, you set out the food. It permeated the air, mixing with the smell of your house and enriching it with even more familiarity.
It didn’t take long for you to hear the doorknob jiggle. You were pouring two glasses of wine, and you waited for your boyfriend to come in. Contrary to your preference to keep a hero suit at home and one at work, his was still adorned, the gauntlets gone at least. He walked past the kitchen, and you smiled, waiting.
“Dinner Katsuki,” You called out, and he grumbled along for a few minutes before poking his head into the room, sniffing. You snorted, taking your seat across from him, “It smells fine, get in here.”
“Shut up,” He scowled, waltzing in and taking his seat. You were used to his antics related to new scents by now. He gave you a nod, “Thanks for the food.”
“Merry Christmas to you too,” You hummed happily. He glanced around your apartment, small knickknacks and themed things proving that you had found time in your busy lives to decorate for the holidays.
“Early day. Good thing we got off early too,” He ate quickly, and you chewed on the inside of your cheek.
“Are you alright?” You asked hesitantly, sensing the Alpha’s displeasure in something in his scent.
“Just fucking worried is all,” He scoffed, and you cocked an eyebrow, “You should’ve had help with that villain,” His eyes locked with your own, and you obviously couldn’t hold his stare, looking away with obedience.
“I had to cut him off short, waiting wasn’t an option,” Your feet tapped upon the kitchen tiles nervously. He sighed, shaking his head. You hated disappointing him, especially worrying him.
“Call me next time,” He took a swig of the wine you had provided, and you gave him an incredulous look.
“You fought a villain too-” He cut you off with authority.
“I would have beat him to a pulp and come protect my Omega,” He held a hint of danger in his voice, and you pressed your lips together, shrugging.
“I held my own,” He didn’t like to admit it, but you were right. He’d technically never seen you lose a battle: his instincts were to blame for his worry.
After cleaning up, you pulled Katsuki into the living room, the Christmas spirit overtaking you. Your cuteness was enough to convince the man to lay down and have you draped over him, his legs parted so you could lay your head on his chest with glee. He glanced at the pile of gifts you had opened earlier that day.
You’d both woken up so early just to enjoy the morning together, but both of you were called in for Christmas-related incidents before you could even put the gifts away and clean up the wrapping paper.
His reminiscing was cut off by you rubbing the side of your head against his chest, effectively scenting yourself. His hands went to the small of your back, and you snuggled against him happily. Moments like this pushed his boundaries when it came to his hero ideals: Many heroes were Omegas, hell, his English teacher in UA had been one, but now that he had his own? They were just so fragile.
As he rubbed circles in your back, he heard your soft, submissive sigh against him. You were just so small, so enticing, he didn’t only worry about your demeanor, he saw other Alphas pining for you. Even though you had a small bond mark on your scent glands, sometimes his scent wasn’t enough to sway stronger alphas from making advances.
You were a hero after all, and so many people admired you. Even him - as his predatory eyes observed you, he knew how lucky he was to have you. Just being by your side was a Christmas miracle.
You were snuggled safely against your Alpha’s chest, and you felt the rest of the world melt away. Your protector had his arms around the small of your back, and you purred with content. Christmas couldn’t be better - you cherished every moment you had right now. His warmth, his smell, his touch, you wanted to be wrapped in it.
“Let’s watch a movie,” Your Alpha had a fairly short attention span. You nodded with a happy sigh, turning your head to the TV. He turned it on, flipping past a few Christmas movies until you giggled at the joke in one of them, “Fuck, really?”
“I like it,” You rub your thumb against his side and he caves, setting the remote on the table. At least it was entertainment. He should have known an Omega would like something so cheesy and dumb.
Time passed and you were twitching and fidgeting when certain scenes came on, really invested in the story line. Katsuki, on the other hand, was desperately trying to control his hormones. With you practically squirming on his lap, he couldn’t stop thinking about how cute you looked. He felt his memories going back to what you were like in heat, that one rut he had where you finally picked the lock on his door and let him ravish you for days. He hated the way he acted during ruts, so uncontrollable, but he had to admit: that was some good sex.
You could smell the testosterone in his body rising, and you immediately stopped paying attention to the movie. Your senses were tuned into Katsuki’s heartbeat against your ear, his slightly elevated breathing, the way his fingers clenched tighter around your back.
A dusty blush was rising from your collarbones to your neck, and you had to rub your neck against his shirt, trying to quench your own hormones. An inexcusable growl rose from within him, and you felt it in your entire body, “(F/N).”
Your head whipped up, and looking like a deer in the headlights. His own deep red eyes were staring with incredible intensity. You didn’t realize he had been holding back, and warmth began to pool between your legs. An uncontrollable whimper escaped your lips, and he suddenly leaned up, taking one hand from your back and using it to grab your wrist. He pulled it against his own rough scent glands, depositing his caramel and gunpowder scent all over you. You immediately wanted more, and you scooted forward to straddle him, your insides starting to ache.
“Please scent me,” You whispered, and his eyes went from your wrist to your own, and he turned away from you to gently nip the soft skin. You whimpered, unconsciously rolling your hips into him. The primal growl that came from him sent your hormones into overdrive. He was dangerous, they screamed, but another side - the side that was bonded by him - told you that this danger was on your side.
He leaned forward, and you obliged, laying on your back against the couch. Being flexible, he didn’t need to adjust his legs that lay on either side of your head when he leaned down to kiss you. Your hand hesitantly went to his cheek, and when you felt along the strong bone, he nipped your bottom lip. You felt him smile against you, and when he pulled away, you obeyed his word, “Get your fucking clothes off right now.”
Once the message was clear, you were yanking and pulling clothes off while also stealing kisses and bites. He was faster, and once he was completely naked, he shoved you back against the couch, your Christmas-themed pajama shorts and underwear still adorned in his haste. His calloused hands groped your breasts, and he mercilessly assaulted your jawline with bites and sucking. You whined and whimpered, hips rolling up as slick began to soak your panties, the scent of it nearly driving the Alpha male into a rut.
You had to maneuver around his ravenous lust to get your shorts off, but he couldn’t wait much longer. He pushed your hands out of the way, grabbing a fistful of the pantie fabric and burning it off. He ripped them off, pressing his body against your own and growled directly into your ear, causing adrenaline to coarse through your veins, “Beg for me, Omega.”
“Katsuki,” You whined, hands snaking around his back. His own shot to grab them, pinning them above your head. He stared you down, predatory intent obvious. You glanced down at his erect length, your discomfort without him filling you up growing.
“I demand you to beg,” His order registered immediately, and you were physically unable to stop yourself from complying.
“Please fuck me, Katsuki,” You barely had to think, your instincts were doing the rest for you, “Please, Katsuki... Alpha,” You whined, pulling him against your skin and rolling your hips against him with need. He snorted with a grin against your neck, releasing your wrists to reach down and position himself before pushing inside of you slowly. He didn’t pause to let you stretch, though: He needed to ravish you raw and now, his hormones driving him to please his omega. He knew your body could take it, you were an omega after all, made to take his roughness.
He slammed into you with primal desire, and you purred into the back of the couch, spine arched and whines clear like a good omega. He didn’t let you look away for long: he grabbed your chin, yanking you back and sinking his teeth into your neck. He’d already marked you, so there wasn’t any effect like the venom of a mark, but he enjoyed the mewls it brought out of you. He loved that you were only like this for him, you would only ever submit to him, no one else: you trusted him with your life.
Your arms around the back of his neck, you left tiny scratches and nips on him in your bliss. Your orgasm wasn’t far away, however, and you easily noticed how he wasn’t pulling out of you completely anymore. You were knotted once again, and you were getting drunk on the hormones in your body and pheromones in the air. The stench of sex permeated the entire room, especially because such a high-ranking Alpha hero and Omega were at it: both of you had high stress, adrenaline inducing jobs that left a lot of questions from interviewees about your sex life.
He angled his hips down, hoping to hit that special spot deep inside of you that you reminded him constantly of forgetting about. He was made to please you - he had to remind himself of that. Your reaction was immediate, and you keened, grabbing his pecs and rubbing the side of your face against his neck. You had to drench yourself in his scent, you couldn’t get enough of it, your body yearned desperately for it. The more you had, the less Alphas even tried looking at you, and you were Ground Zero’s. Katsuki’s.
You came hard and for a while. Your own orgasm brought tears to your eyes, and Katsuki buried himself inside of you, injecting you with his knot. He laid on top of you for a bit, both of you trying to catch your breath. It was a lot harder for you, “Katsuki, heavy-”
“Wimp,” He snickered, carefully flipping your positions while not stressing your connection at the pelvis. You laid on top, and the stronger male wrapped his arms around your back. You sat up, looking at him with dazed eyes, “Huh?”
“You deserve to be the number one hero,” You stated with full confidence. Katsuki’s eyes widened, his pupils blown out immediately. Your praise was always the best praise: from the person he admired almost as much as All Might. He swallowed hard, trying not to get emotional in front of his Omega, but failing miserably.
“Thanks,” His voice cracked, and from your lack of laughing he deduced that you didn’t care, and mentally reminded himself to thank you again later. You closed your eyes blissfully, happy as can be.
“We could be the number one power couple,” You whispered, “A Christmas miracle.”
“Christmas,” He snorted, “You’re sex-drunk.”
“Yeah,” You sighed, rolling your hips against him. A growl rose from his chest, and you chuckled, leaned down and laying on his chest, your breasts pressed against him. You knew he liked the skin to skin contact.
“I fucking hate you,” He mumbled, and you giggled, nuzzling into his neck. His own special way of saying I Love You, except this version involved Merry Christmas.
Wow, can you believe this has been going for 1 year now? I’d make a joke about time going quickly but that’s a little too on the nose
Regardless, I’m very pleased to have made it this far, and I could never have done it without help from a lot of people: my friends, and all my followers (and I love all of you)
And now I’m here, with nearly 1000 followers, one year on from the last July 2nd, and I couldn’t be more grateful. So, a small shoutout to my closest and dearest friends:
@darny-darnvito: a chum. a buddy. a pal. a cool friend to talk to. a good friend
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you’re all super cool and important to me and i love all of you
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, but motivation has struck me in the night and I ended up writing this.
-Mod Pasta
Hellen Gravely with a Jeweler S/O
-Hellen admires and appreciates your craft in a way that many of the other ghosts at the Last Resort do not. There aren’t too many ghosts that enjoy jewelry like Hellen does – plenty of the goobs find it fun to wear and play around with in a careless manner, but Hellen takes note of all the finer details you put into one of your pieces.
-You’re her favourite jeweler, and she’s going to commission you often, being an avid fan of jewelry herself. She loves to wear whatever you make for her, showing it off to anyone around. She’ll do all the bragging for you, pointing out the intricacies of any jewelry you make; the time, attention, and focus required; and your skill overall. If you’re on the shy side, she’ll do her best to keep it down, but she loves to sing your praises to anyone who’s willing to listen.
-Even if she’d like to, Hellen can’t wear everything you’ve made for her all at once, so with what she chooses not to wear for the day, she has the rest of the jewelry you’ve made for her displayed around the fifteenth floor, almost like a gallery.
-Sometimes she likes to watch you craft or repair. She’s usually busy managing the hotel, but she enjoys the moments of spare time she has where she can watch the process. It’s interesting to see the planning and carefulness that goes into the work, to see how something can change shape into something so pretty. Watching gives her a new appreciation in what you do.
Steward with a music obsessed so? I just wanna see the boy happy ;^;
Steward with a Music Obsessed S/O
-Steward likes music, too. He just… doesn’t have the time for it as much. He’s always overworking himself, and while some of the other ghosts will have headphones on to make the time pass faster as they work, Steward likes to keep his focus entirely on his job – for better or for worse. But in his spare time, sometimes he’ll put on some jazz music! That’s his favourite genre.
-So when you show up, bringing the music with you, it’s like you’re bringing a whole spark along. You’re so eager to show him all of your favourite music, and he loves listening to your passion for the whole thing. Whatever you show him, the chances are he’s going to get hooked on it, too, so you end up listening to the same music a lot of the time. But he’s happy to show you his small collection of music as well – he has a few vinyl records he keeps around.
-Sometimes you can hear him humming the music you showed him as he’s carrying things around in the halls. It’s definitely brightened his work days.
-You’ll likely end up spending a lot of time on the fourteenth floor with Phantasmagloria, so he learns to look for you there when you he has no idea where you are. He’ll come visit you on his breaks if he has enough time, and it’s immediately obvious to him that this really isn’t his type of scene. He can be a bit more on the shy side, so at first he’s just following you around. He loves watching you get excited over every song that plays, how you’ll tell him the name of each one, but he’s just a little bit nervous from all the flashing lights and noise.
-If you choose to dance on the dance floor, Steward will probably stand off to the side and cheer you on. Being in the center of it all isn’t really his jam, but if you insist that he comes with you, he will. He’ll end up copying what you’re doing if it’s simple since he really doesn’t want to totally embarrass himself in front of all the other ghosts by trying to pull off dance moves he can’t do.
-But when the two of you are alone together, he’s definitely more into it. He’s not shy to try some of the things he’s seen the goobs do since he trusts that you won’t make too much fun of him after he messes it all up. (Though you discover that he’s a fast learner when he puts his mind to it, and with some practice, he actually could replicate the moves). You two can dance the night away until you both are sitting back down, exhausted and laughing at the silliness of it all, just happy that you had so much fun together.
Angst: S/o gets murdered by a bunch of people who are bigoted towards ghosts, simply because she was dating a ghost. S/o passes and turns into a ghost and gets severe trauma from the event, even to the point where she gets night terrors. She is never quite the same, always looking over her shoulder and afraid of being alone. (Please use she/her pronouns for s/o, if you don’t mind.) The characters I’d like are Amadeus and Steward! Thanks for reading! :)
Steward and Amadeus with a Recently Murdered S/O
Steward
-Steward wishes that he hadn’t been a ghost, as if he had anything to actually do with your death. He knows, logically, that the blame rests entirely on your killers, but emotionally there’s a part of him that feels like he contributed. It’s not his fault, he knows it isn’t, but he still wishes he could have done something to change it.
-But he’s happy that you’re all right. Well, as all right as you can be, being a ghost. Sometimes the person doesn’t ever come back as a ghost, so he’s glad that you’re still around, but he also hates that you are a ghost, because you didn’t deserve to die. On top of that, you have some clear trauma as a result. But you can get through this, and he’ll be there every step of the way.
-Steward is practically living online when you’re asleep. He’s reading all the articles on how to help someone going through this, how best he can support you without overwhelming you, etc. He really doesn’t want to mess anything up because of how delicate the situation is; he’s trying his best and he’s doing everything he can to take the perfect steps to help.
-If you don’t like being alone, he could use some help with his work, as much as he’ll claim that he’s totally fine and that he’s working a perfectly normal amount for one ghost. You could work with him so that you’re almost always with him, helping him carry some luggage, organizing the reception while he speaks with guests, things like that. He’ll insist that you don’t stress yourself out and keep watch to make sure you don’t, though he understands the feeling of drowning oneself in work to avoid feelings.
-He’s happy to do the talking on your behalf if you want him to! You’ve become a lot more reclusive to anyone who you don’t know well enough, and after what you went through, he gets that talking to unfamiliar people is kind of scary.
-Part of him gets anxious when he sees you interacting with someone he doesn’t know as a result. Most people are decent though, so everything always went fine, but Steward is still so ready to drop everything and fly to your rescue if said person ends up being an issue.
-Even when you’ve recovered from the incident, he can still see the look in your eyes that never quite goes away no matter how much time passes. How you’re always acutely aware of your surroundings, how many people are around, and the like. He knows that it’s all in the past now, but he still wishes he could have done more.
Amadeus
-Unlike Steward, Amadeus isn’t as in tune with emotions, so sometimes the help he gives feels a little… stiff, like he’s following a script. He’s best at conveying his emotions through music (or anger), but this isn’t exactly a situation where classical music will help, so he looks to examples for the best methods of comfort and support. But he’s one hundred percent trying his best. He’s asked some of the other ghosts around for advice, and he’s bought a few books with some general ideas.
-He’s got all the time in the world to be there for you. His job isn’t so stressful on the timing of things, mostly just playing the piano and writing compositions. The only thing that is strict with the time is any concerts he has scheduled, but he can always cancel or postpone if there’s an emergency. But besides those few hours, he’s always available to be there to help if you need it.
-Due to the nature of his concerts, you can’t always be next to him. Besides the ballerina goobs, he’s the only one on stage during them, but he makes sure that you either have a front row seat or one of the boxes if you’d prefer to sit away from everyone else in the audience.
-Amadeus has quite the intimidating aura, so if you’re ever feeling especially anxious, you can always follow him around for a bit so strangers won’t approach you. It definitely helps a little when there’s someone giving you bad vibes, though still being near them will keep you on edge anyway, but it’s definitely better than being alone with them.
-Amadeus can make the polite small talk and will find a way to get people to get the idea that you and him aren’t up for talking right now, but anytime someone intentionally starts to bring up triggering topics, he’s quick to anger. He understands there are accidents, but he won’t tolerate any clear malice. If someone has some not so great opinions regarding your relationship, he will start yelling and have them dragged out.
-The times when you wake up in the night from a night terror are probably the most difficult to him because sometimes he just doesn’t know what to do. He’ll hold you and try to calm you down, but he feels like he should be doing so much more. He makes a note to look for what can help for times like these the next day, but for now, he hopes that whispers that you’re all right, that he’s still here, that those people who hurt you are gone, everything is fine now will be enough to get you through the night.
-Amadeus is patient with your recovery. He knows something like this isn’t going to go away overnight, and that it’ll probably take a long time. But he’s going to do whatever he can to help you through this and is there whenever you need him. He’s always available for you.
