#i may be in the minority here but i find that kiss utterly repulsive

[madforhoran]

x controversial opinion incoming x

[sportsanimehell-scenarios]

uwaahhh love your blog so far! uwu i read your rules and i hope aus aren't against your rules! an odd au scenario but may i request HQ boys (kuroo, oikawa, terushima, bokuto, akaashi) finding out their reader is a vampire who won't drink blood but she'll die if she doesn't? b/cshe's terrified of killing somebody as she isn't able to control her hunger, but obviously HQ guys are pretty strong and can handle it. yandere!elements are welcome

Oikawa, Kuroo, and Akaashi will be done at a later date. Until then, enjoy Terushima and Bokuto.~Admin Panini

[semi-nsfw and also some minor blood under the cut.]

Terushima Yuuji

He didn’t belong here. It wasn’t the bleached blonde undercut or the two black studs in his ear that gave it away. No, it was his scent. On top of the light spritz of spiced cologne, it was the unmistakable copper of the blood flowing through his veins. You watched him saunter into the party like he had a clue, making his way towards the bar. In any other vampire-dominated social gathering, there would have already been a small crowd surrounding him with gentle touches, seductive whispers, and tempting propositions. He was tall, athletic, young, but also naïve and eager, all perfect qualities for a meal.

For a human, he was sharper than he let on. He knew you were watching, even when you pretended to remain uninterested. You weren’t alone, but Terushima didn’t know that or he didn’t care. Your maker was off making conversation with another party guest, leaving you all alone at the edge near the bar. You decided what the old woman didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

The moment he took the seat next to yours, your entire body trembled and you were filled with a hunger you never knew was possible. Not only were you out for blood, you were out for his soul. You didn’t know this man, but some primal instinct inside you urged you to feed. To gorge yourself on his life’s essence until he was nothing but a drained heap on the floor.

The bartender gave him a pointed glance, which he promptly ignored, when he ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You pursed your lips and quickly turned your gaze away. Some vampires liked the added punch from a human that has consumed alcohol before feeding, but you were never very fond of it.

“So what’s a pretty thing like you doing here, sitting all alone?” he finally asked, leaning on his elbow as he stared at you curiously.

You snorted and mirrored him, leaning on your opposite elbow. Catching a glimpse of the silver stud embedded in his tongue sent added shivers down your spine that were already there from his confidence. Or was it brash entrance? “I could say that same for you. You’re either very stupid or you want something.”

The way his chocolate brown eyes flickered as they followed your swinging legs had you swelling with pride. Terushima took a huge breath before grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging it down slightly. “You hungry?”

You hadn’t been a teenager in at least two decades, but his hand on the small of your back as he swiftly led you to another room made you feel young, almost human again. Terushima’s gaze was transfixed as you backed him into the room and gave him a controlled shove into the plush leather couch. His breath hitched in his throat when you followed and straddled his lap.There was a rhythmic pounding in his chest that beat like a drum’s rhythm and all you wanted to do was press your head against him and listen to it all day long. But you were hungry and you only had so much time before your maker noticed you were gone.

“Listen to that heart race…like a mouse,” you smiled, letting the gentle hand on his chest rake into nails. He hissed softly. “

“Are you scared, little mouse?” you questioned, lips curving into a delicate yet knowing smile.

He shook his head, trying to put on a confident front. After all, isn’t this what he signed up for, what he set out to find tonight?

He glanced down at the space between you two, as miniscule as it was, but you grabbed his chin and tilted it up and looking at you and only you. The way you were staring into his eyes was so intense, he didn’t dare look away.

“Are you going to do those vampire mind tricks on me?”  he asked, eyebrows quirked and breath quickening.

“No. I don’t have to. I know you want this,” you gave him a catlike grin. “I just need to hear it from you.”

You leaned down towards his neck and inhaled. He smelled so delicious, you could practically smell the sweet nectar flowing beneath his skin. Terushima shuddered, his grip on your hips tightening. “Yes.”

“What do you want, little mouse? You have to tell me.”

“I want…I want you to bite me.”

“Good boy,” you smirked against his neck. The little skip in his heartbeat made your fangs extend involuntarily. With a hunger you couldn’t control any longer, you sank your teeth into his neck.

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto had never seen you like this before, standing outside his door in the pouring rain, soaked to the bone. When he pulled you into his arms and quickly ushered you inside his apartment, your entire body felt like ice, not uncommon for a vampire. But for the first time, you were shivering, your body struggling to create warmth that would never come. You were out of breath, meaning you had come on foot, even in this crazy weather.

“I did it, Bokuto,” you smiled. “I ran away.”

“You did,” you said, more to himself than you. “You really did it.”

He could never hurt you again. The man who raised you, beat you, starved you. He would never lay a finger on you again. Bokuto knew he was only human, but he would protect you with his life. He made a promise.

After drying you off and lending some dry clothes to change into, Bokuto wandered into the kitchen, pacing back and forth. No doubt you were starving. Literally. The bastard had starved you for days, weeks even. Lord knows how long it’s been since you had any color on your face. When he held you in his arms, you were way too slim for it to be healthy. He reached for the door of his fridge, gripping the cold metal handle before letting his hand fist his hair in frustration. There was nothing in there that could feed you, really feed you. Then from the corner of his eyes, he saw the black handles sticking out from the knife block.

“Bokuto?”

He spun around and smiled at the sight of you wearing one of his sweatshirts, the soft material enveloping you in the smell of fresh laundry with a hint of Bokuto himself. “___. Are you hungry?” he asked, reaching for the small curved blade he usually used for fruit.

Your eyes widened at the knife in his hands before your gaze fell to the ground. Even though you were no longer within your maker’s clutches, your brain was still held captive as you gave your conditioned response. It left your mouth too easily, but that didn’t make it any less repulsive to say. “No. I’m not.”

“You don’t have to lie anymore, ___. How long has it been since you fed? And synthetic stuff doesn’t count.”

Both of you knew the answer to that question and yet he knew you weren’t going to answer it. Bokuto sighed, place the knife on the counter. “Please. I want to help. You’ll feel a lot better if you feed.” He would feel a lot better, knowing you were safe and full and warm.

He expected more resistance but to his surprise and yours, you reached for the knife. “Let me do it. You might hurt yourself.”

He tried to tamper down any second thoughts upon seeing your trembling hands hold the knife shakily over his wrist. He whispered words of comfort into your ear, his warm hand covering yours. He hissed when the blade pierced his skin, and red trickled slowly from the cut. The knife clattered to the ground next to you but before Bokuto could ask if you were ok, you laced your fingers with the back of his hand and tugged him close with an urgent strength.

Your heart fluttered eagerly in your chest upon feeling his pulse quicken against your tongue. Bokuto’s smile softened upon hearing your delighted sigh as you drank from his wrist. You recalled your mortal days when your mother would give you warm milk with honey and a kiss on the top of your head whenever you were sick. The taste of Bokuto’s blood was sweeter than the purest golden honey yet warmer than the feeling of the sun on your skin, a feeling you would never know again.  

The red was slowly returning to your cheeks while Bokuto was beginning to feel a little lightheaded himself. Upon feeling his pulse begin to wane, you immediately withdrew your fangs that had reflexively extended upon feeding and managed to pull yourself away from his wrist. “Bokuto, are you ok?” you asked, dabbing a bit of your own blood over his wound to close it up.

“I’m fine, ___. That was nothing,” he grinned weakly. “Just…let me lay down for a bit.”

You smiled and in one easy motion, you swept his legs out from under him and effortlessly held him in your arms. The look of surprise on his bright features was utterly worth it as he sputtered incoherently. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Carrying you, silly. What does it look like?” you smiled, making your way towards his bedroom.

“I could have walked on my own, y’know,” he pouted, struggling to cross his arms over his broad chest.

“I know, but you look really cute like this,” you teased, nuzzling your nose against his.

“I am pretty cute, huh?” Bokuto smirked, nose tilting upwards proudly.

“Alright, cutie. Time for bed,” you grinned, setting him down gently. He reached out and tugged you down next to him. You brushed a few stray strands of hair away from his face before snuggling close and drifting off to sleep.