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tasteleeknow · 2 years

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ok so maybe… enemies to lovers (kind of) with switch!minho who happens to have accidentally taken some sort of aphrodisiac and reader offers to help him out?

º.☆・ ⇢ goddess of lust with minho

pairing: switch!minho x afab!reader genre: smut, enemies to lovers. word count: 3k minors dni, 18+ only.

aphrodisiacs are agents that are held to arouse desire. the word originates from aphrodite, the ancient greek goddess of love, lust, beauty, pleasure, passion, and procreation.

“So each of these does something different?” Minho says, picking up and dropping the various crystals and gems your friend had perfectly arranged across her dresser.

“Mm, that one ignites passion and desire,” she says, watching him play with her possessions.

He juggles the crystal between his hands, throwing it back and forth like a baseball. “So... like an aphrodisiac?” he says, a smirk pulling one corner of his mouth up.

“I mean, kind of.”

He looks up at the ceiling, closing his eyes in mock concentration. Then he looks at you, meeting your eyes directly. “I feel it.”

“Really?” your innocent friend asks, unaware of Minho’s nature.

“He’s messing with you,” you say, breaking eye contact with the irritating man across the room. “Ignore him.”

You turn your back on him, guiding your friend out of the room and back to the rest of your groupmates downstairs. You’d been paired for a group project, Minho a late—and frustrating—addition. Progress had stalled since he’d joined, two of the girls in the group sidetracked by his pretty face and sweet tones. This was the third time today you’d had to track him—and his victim—down and guide them back to the living room.

Minho grabs your wrist, halting you as your friend continues back down the stairs. “You don’t believe in magic crystals?” he whispers in your ear. You pull your wrist from him, turning to face him on the stairs. He’s a step above you, towering down over you.

“Stop dragging them off, we’ll never get anything done,” you say, ignoring his question.

He waves a crystal in front of your face. “This makes people horny apparently, you wanna hold it?”

You frown. “Put that back.”

“Come on, hold it—just for a second. Then I’ll behave.”

You look between his eyes then sigh, holding your hand out. He presses the small crystal into your palm, his skin brushing against yours a second too long.

“Okay, it’s been a second,” you say, attempting to push past him to return it to your friend's bedroom. He lets you pass after a moment's resistance, following closely behind you. You place the crystal gently amongst the others, turning to find Minho leaning against the doorframe.

“Didn’t feel anything then?”

“You expected me to touch the rock and then want to shove you into the wall, consumed with lust?”

He smiles. “Something like that.”

“It’d take a lot more than a magic rock to tempt me to touch you.”

He takes a step into the room, arms dropping from where he held them cross against his chest. “Yeah? What would it take?”

“A lot of cash.”

He looks like a cat with a trapped mouse, inching closer. “Enough for a car? To pay for uni?”

“Enough that I wouldn’t have to work ever again.”

He’s in your face now, breath mingling. “That’s a big pile of cash.”

“You’re a big pain in my ass.”

He reaches over to pick up the crystal again, inspecting it for a second. “I think there might be something to these things.”

“No you don’t.”

“Why else would I be imagining what you look like under that little dress?”

You scoff. “Because you’re a perv. You had another girl in this room 2 minutes ago.”

“But it’s making me want you.”

“And the thought that you might be attracted to me is so unbelievable that you’ve decided to believe in magic crystals?”

He grins. “Yeah.” He shoves the small rock in his pocket.

“You’re stealing that?”

“Borrowing.”

You push past him, finally heading downstairs to rejoin the rest of the group. He keeps his promise, behaving long enough everyone is able to actually get some work done.

Your friend shouts in your ear, her voice almost totally drowned out by the loud music. She needs to pee. You take her hand, guiding her up to the bathroom—pushing through your drunk classmates as you go.

You’re leaning against the hallway door waiting for her to finish, when Minho appears—a drink in his hand. “Thought I saw you here,” he says, joining you against the wall.

You ignore him.

You see him turn towards you out of the corner of your eye, his gaze trailing up and down your body. “Another little dress? Do you wear anything else?”

“Go away.”

He digs into his pocket, pulling out the rock he’d stolen from your friend a few weeks ago. “Don’t you want to hear my findings?”

“No.”

“I think it has evil properties.” You turn to look at him. He’s waving the small crystal around, like he’s attempting to cast a spell with it.

“Evil properties?”

“I haven’t fucked anyone since I first touched it.”

You can’t help bursting into laughter. “I don’t think that’s the rock’s fault.”

He shoves it back in his pocket. “Are you implying something mean, little dove?”

“I’m saying it doesn’t surprise me if no one wants to fuck you.”

“Plenty of people want to fuck me. It’s my interest in fucking them that’s the problem.”

“See a doctor.”

He grins. “I have no problem getting hard. I can prove it.”

“No thanks.”

“The problem…” he moves in front of you, one hand pressed to the wall as he leans over you. “...is that I can only get hard for you.”

You look up into his eyes, a little taken aback. He teased you, for years. But not like this. You’d always thought of it as mocking. Making fun of you for never dating anyone among other things. The first time one of his little comments had gotten under your skin was at a party in early high school—during a game of spin the bottle. When one of the other boys had landed on you he’d spoken over all the chatter, voice loud and clear for everyone to hear. ‘Spin again. She’s a spectator.’ You’d been too embarrassed to do or say anything at all, curling in on yourself as his friend leaned forward to spin again.

Your roommate pulls the bathroom door open, stumbling out into the hallway. You duck under Minho’s arm to catch her. “Alright?” you ask, taking her bag from her hand. She mumbles an incoherent response.

“You need a lift?” Minho speaks from behind you. You look your friend up and down, clearly past her limit for the night.

“We can get an uber.”

“I’m leaving now anyway, it’s no issue.”

“You’ve been drinking,” you say, turning to nod at the drink in his hand. He holds it in front of your face so you can look down into the cup. “It’s just coke zero. Sip it.”

Your near empty bank balance flashes across your mind's eye. You sigh. “Lead the way, then.”

You help your friend down the stairs, Minho a few steps in front of you. She leans to whisper in your ear, far too drunk to realise the actual volume of her voice. “You should definitely fuck him,” she slurs. Minho turns to meet your eyes. He’d heard.

You pull your roommate's shoes off her feet, tugging the blankets over her. Minho stands in the doorway, like it’s completely normal for him to be in your apartment. You push him out of the room, closing your friend's door gently behind you.

“Thanks for the lift… and helping me with her,” you say, guiding him towards the front door. He turns just before you’re successful, smiling down at you.

“You’re welcome,” he says sweetly, reaching into his pocket. “Can you give this back for me?” He offers you the small rock.

“Fine.” You take it from his palm. He doesn’t move, rocking back and forth on his heels a little.

“Anything else? Are you expecting a tip for your services?”

He grins. “Are you offering?”

“What did you mean earlier?” you blurt out, regretting it instantly.

“Hm?”

Fuck it. “At the party.”

“You’re gonna need to be more specific, dove,” he says, rocking forward towards you—one corner of his lips curved up.

“You said…you could only…that I—I mean…”

“That you’re the only one that gets me hard,” he finishes for you.

“Yeah, that.”

“Don’t know what clarification you’re looking for. It’s pretty straightforward.” He wraps his hand around your closed fist, the one holding the crystal. “This magic rock cursed me to spend my nights stroking my cock to the thought of you.”

You think you get it now—what he’s doing, the game he’s playing. You were in a dry-spell, the man in front of you the only guy in your circle hot enough to be worth fucking. If it was a game, something you could both brush off—maybe it would be something you could get past. Getting each other off then resuming your mutual resentment.

You take a small step closer. “How do you think this curse is broken?”

“Maybe I just have to give it back,” he says, squeezing your hand where he still holds you.

“And if that doesn’t work?”

His eyes drop to the neckline of your dress. “I have another idea.” Okay, yeah. You understood what he was doing.

“Mm?” you prompt.

“Give it what it wants.”

“What the crystal wants?” you ask. He nods. “What does the crystal want?”

“Wants me to fuck you,” he mutters, sounding distracted.

You hold back a laugh at his deadly serious expression. “So…the rock—sorry, the magic crystal you stole from my friend’s bedroom dresser…it wants you to fuck me…”

“Mm.”

You can’t keep your lips curving up, amused by the whole scenario. The man couldn’t have just hit on you? “I guess I do owe you a favour.”

His eyes snap up to yours. “You…you mean—”

“Well I can’t just let you go on afflicted by a curse…that would be cruel.”

You head towards your bedroom, turning to see him still frozen to the same spot. “Come on then,” you encourage, turning to open the door as his soft footfalls finally move across the floorboards. You drop the rock on your bedside table then close the door behind him. “Take your clothes off,” you instruct, reaching to unzip your dress.

“What?”

“You can fuck me clothed if you’d prefer.”

He blinks slowly then reaches for his hem, lifting his shirt over his head quickly. You watch as he fiddles with his pants, finally managing to shove them down his legs. He stumbles a little as he attempts to kick them off. You can’t help giggling at the spectacle of the man who’d made you feel so small all those years ago shoving his clothes off in desperation for you.

Power. It felt like power.

You zip the dress back up as he struggles, stepping over to him just as he pulls his legs free finally. He looks up at you, lips parted—his two front teeth peeking through. “Should we do it on the bed? Against the wall?” you ask.

He says nothing, blinking at you as his eyes widen slightly. You look down. “You didn’t finish.” His eyes follow you, looking down at his underwear. You drop to your knees, hooking your fingers in the waistband and pulling them slowly down his thighs. His breath hitches as his cock is freed.

You rest your palm on his thick thigh, stroking up and down his skin gently as you reach for his cock. You look up. “This is the problem, then?” you ask, mouth close enough that you’re sure he feels your breath against his tip. He still says nothing. This was the longest you’d spent in his presence without hearing his voice.

You halt your movements, raising your eyebrows a little—letting him know you expect a response.

“Y-Yeah,” he stutters out.

You squeeze slightly, fingers wrapped around his base. “It only gets hard when you think of me?”

He nods.

“Since you stole the crystal?” He says nothing, eyes closing as his lips fall open a little. “Since the crystal?” you prompt. He opens his eyes, looking down at you again—still saying nothing.

Your brows draw together at his lack of response, then he speaks. “Bed,” he says, a very late response to your earlier question. You stand, releasing him so you can move to your bed—settling yourself against the pillow. He stands where you left him for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he sucks in and releases a deep breath.

You reach into your bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and tossing it onto the bed beside you. He watches you from the end of the bed as you pull your dress up to your hips, revealing your panties to him. That spurs him into action, falling forward so he can crawl up the mattress to you. He stops between your legs, looking up at you for permission. You nod and he reaches for you, finger stroking over your centre gently before he pulls your panties down your legs.

“The dress?” he asks.

“Leave it.” It added to the power, having him naked while you kept some of your modesty. As much modesty as one could have while spreading their legs for someone anyway.

He nods, leaning forward to grab the lube then sitting back on his heels. You watch as he strokes himself, eyes fixed on your bare cunt. He doesn’t say anything, focused on his task—like this was all part of a plan you’d discussed and agreed upon. The sloppy sound of the watery lube being worked up and down his cock fills the room. You reach down, stroking one finger through your folds.

His brows draw together, mouth opening a little more—his two front teeth visible again. “Gonna fuck me now?” you ask, watching as his eyes flick up to yours.

He falls forward, aligning himself with your entrance before pausing. He looks up. “What if—what if this doesn’t work?” You frown, confused for a second. Right, the crystal. He was really into this little game. Was he…implying he wanted to fuck you again. Setting it up for another try at breaking this ‘curse’... all before he’d even got his cock in you.

“We’ll try again.”

Right answer, apparently. He taps his cock against you once, twice, then presses forward��a low moan escaping him as he bottoms out. He grabs your hips, lifting you off the bed so he can fuck into you—zero build up. You watch as he uses you, brows drawn together in concentration. You bask in it for a moment, the feeling of him fucking you deep. Then you miss it, the power.

“Minho,” you say, voice uneven from his hard thrusts. He pauses, looking down at you, eyes hooded. “Let me see your cock.”

He frowns, mouth opening and closing—like he wants to say something but can’t find the words. His hands still grip you hard, holding you to his hips. Then, “Why?”

“We’re trying to fix the curse, right?.”

“I—”

“Lie down,” you instruct, interrupting him.

He pulls himself free of you, lowering you onto the bed surprisingly gently. You sit up as he lies down on his back, cock pointing towards the ceiling. You sit over one of his thighs, his warm skin pressed to your bare cunt.

He looks up to you from where he rests against the pillow, a look of awe on his face. You reach for the bottle of lube, opening the bottle to begin pouring it over his cock as you begin speaking. “What do you think about? When you get hard…” you ask, being overly generous with the cold slippery liquid.

“Uh…”

“We wanna figure this thing out, yeah? I need all the info.”

You lean forward, gently touching his slit with the tip of your finger—pretending to inspect him thoroughly. You make sure your breath brushes his skin. “Fu-uck,” he stutters, hip rising off the bed a little. You’re jostled on his thigh, the muscle tensing against your cunt. “You’re torturing me, little dove.”

“I’m curing you, remember?”

“Just let me fuck you, yeah? That’ll fix it.”

“You didn’t seem sure…”

“I’m sure. It’ll work. Just need your cunt.”

You move your mouth directly over his tip, lips almost brushing against him. “You sure it’s my cunt it needs?”

He throws his head back against the pillow, hips attempting to lift off the bed again—his tip brushing your lips before you can pull back. “God, fuck. Yeah, your cunt. Need your cunt,” he mutters.

You climb over him, sinking down his length with no warning. His hands come up to grasp your waist, holding you down. “Like this?” you ask.

He nods, mouth hanging open. He’s still holding you down, cock buried deep. You press your hands to his chest, leaning forward. “You’ll have to let me move if I’m going to fuck you,” you whisper. He releases you, hands dropping to his sides to grip the bed sheets. Then you move, rolling your hips as you lift and drop your weight down his cock.

You have to stop yourself leaning forward and pressing your mouth to his, tempted by his plump upper lip. That’d be too much, pushing this little game too far. You watch his face as you fuck him. His eyes are tightly closed—allowing you the liberty to indulge in that temptation, at least.

His cock pushes through your walls perfectly, filling the emptiness you hadn’t satisfied in months. You look over to the bedside table where the pink crystal sits prettily, looking perfectly at home amongst your belongings. A low moan pulls your attention back to the man underneath you.

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble and i got carried away and then i was at 3k. i could easily make this longer if people like this enough. let me know!

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 26 days

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"Why did you choose to sit here?" Remus asked "The floor is hard and cold. Don't tell me your butt is a masochistic"

Sirius had the most beautiful laughter. It was soft, hoarse and deep. So bloody sexy. The kind of laughter that made your knees weak. Specially when Remus was the one provoking it. Specially after Sirius had cried hiding his face between his knees which had broken Remus's heart.

Now Remus's heart began beating fast. If was not fair that someone looked so beautiful after crying. With cheeks and nose slightly red. With watery puppy eyes. Just put a perfect white smile to the mix and it was perfection.

Although when that momentary smile was gone, replaced but sadness and worry, Remus wanted to kill anyone who hurt him this much. Remus hadn't understood the conversation between Sirius and his brother, because it was in French. But Remus knew Sirius was aching for whatever the arseholes of their parents did over the summer.

"Sirius..." Remus tried softly "Do you want to talk about it?"

Sirius simply shook his head.

"James is really worried..." Remus said "He probably has his ear stuck to the bathroom door right now"

Sirius didn't answer. He seemed guilty. But he didn't move.

Remus sighed. This would be a lot easier if Sirius just said what was inside his mind. If he didn't shut himself up. If he wasn't ashamed to be vulnerable and cry. He probably was embarrassed that his friends had witnessed the fight.

"I'll leave you alone then" Remus replied disappointedly "Maybe let James in so you can talk... Or he can talk...You know how James loves to talk... "

James always knew what to say. Remus was shit at making people feel better.

Although before Remus could get up, Sirius squeezed his wrist desperately.

"Please don't leave" he said with a tiny voice, tears filling up his eyes "Don't leave me alone"

Sirius said it as if Remus would just walk out that door and out of the castle, out of Sirius’s life and never come back. He sounded so scared. Like a little child. So much, that Remus pulled him into a hug to express how much he cared for him, how much he loved him.

Remus didn't quite remember his life before Sirius. Sirius was his first friend, his first crush, his first love. The first person that he cared about rather than his parents. He was miserable without him during their years apart, believing he was not enough for Sirius and he had forgotten about him. It had been magical to have him back into his life. Remus was not even thinking about losing Sirius again. It was too painful to even imagine.

They embraced each other with eager and desperation. Remus felt how Sirius was pulling him closer and squeezing tighter. And just like everytime when Sirius touched him, Remus had goosebumps all over his body, butterflies inside his stomach. The feeling was so overwhelming that Remus closed his eyes.

Remus could've sworn he heard Sirius letting out little sobs against his neck, so he stroked his back gently.

"It's okay, Pads. I'm not going anywhere, okay?" he said just to assure him of what he was expressing with the hug.

Sirius didn't answer but Remus felt how his fingers were grasping his sweater.

Remus was crazy or he maybe he was hearing what he wanted but he could've sworn he heard Sirius whispering: "Just hold me"

They remained like that for a while, until Remus sensed that Sirius was calmer, breathing steadily. Remus's movements became a repeated pattern on his friend's back that he did unconsciously. Sirius’s warm breath against his neck.

Remus found comfort in this position. Even if he thought his butt was cold against the floor and his legs were kind of numb. However Remus found the real warmness and peace inside his chest. It felt like the pleasure of having a good night sleep or having eaten your favorite meal, or having spent a good day and now watching the sunset over the horizon.

Being with Sirius had always meant that. Being with Sirius had always given Remus the most peace. The beautiful kind of setting happiness.

Remus could've stayed there for hours, even days, lose track of time.

But reality was different, and they couldn't stay there forever. They had to move, walk, eat, breath, live. Remus knew one could not live of love. Even if he wanted to.

Sirius started pulling away slowly, and as much as he detached from Remus's touch, his body missed him immediately.

When Sirius was a few inches away, he looked up into Remus's eyes with intensity. Remus noticed how they quickly flickered through his face. Then Sirius smiled. And only that small gesture made Remus's heart jump inside his chest. He swallowed.

'I'll do anything to kiss him' his brain thought 'It's all I want'

And the angel spoke with those gorgeous lips.

"Remus... I..."

Just because Sirius stared at Remus's lips, something inside his mind gave him a green light to lean a bit closer, taunting the waters. And like a magnet, Sirius leaned in as well.

Just like that they were merely inches away. Remus was shaking in anticipation for what was about to happen. He could already smell the sweet taste of those lips. So eager that when Sirius closed his eyes, he did it as well.

And just when Remus was about to reach heaven, they heard a loud knock on the door that made them jump apart in an instant.

"What are two doing in there, snogging or something?" James screamed from the other side.

Not only Remus went immediately red but Sirius as well. And they looked away from each other. Sirius got to his feet in no time, fixing his uniform as if they were doing something indecent. Remus wished.

Sirius didn't even look at Remus as he unlocked the door and opened it.

James had a worried expression as he scanned the room and his two friends. Peter was curiously taking a peek over his shoulder.

Remus raised to his feet. He felt ridiculous still sitting on the floor. And suddenly he felt a chill running over his body.

"Done with the drama?" Peter asked casually.

Sirius gave him a hateful look.

"Everything alright, my loves?" James asked with a smile.

Remus could tell though that he felt jealous. James had always been the one to make Sirius feel better. He was the one who Sirius told things to.

Remus wished he could tell him that nothing happened. Nothing.... Just a long hug... And a possible kiss? God! Was Remus going mental?

"Yeah I feel better now" Sirius shrugged, trying to seem like he was fine "Sorry for that..."

James nodded "It's okay, handsome"

"Do you know what would actually make me feel better?" Sirius asked "Practicing some tackling..."

That made James smile widely. Rugby was his favorite activity. Specially with his best friend. Remus would let them have some alone time. Sirius probably needed James more than anyone.

"Okay, let's go" James rubbed his palms in excitement, then kissed Sirius’s head "Coming lads?" he asked Peter and Remus.

"I'd rather do literally anything else than excersice" Remus said to break the ice.

At least it made James laugh. And Sirius give him a gorgeous smile. A smile that made Remus shiver remembering what just happened. Or almost happened.

"Pete?"

Peter looked between the two friends. James had an arm around Sirius at this point. It was obvious that this was more their thing and that Sirius needed space alone with his James.

Peter shrugged "I'm a bit tired. You guys go"

"Okay"

Sirius played with his hair as he walked back into the room. James stayed behind. He scooped closer to Remus.

"Thank you, Moony" he winked and Remus understood he was talking about Sirius.

Remus thought about how he actually didn't do anything for Sirius. They didn't talk. He didn't give him advice or listened to his inquiries. It all had been weird. And Remus was very confused.

Was there a possibility that Sirius felt the same? Did he really want to kiss him or it was all inside Remus's imagination?

One of these days that boy was going to be the death of him. Remus was going insane.

"You're welcome" he told James, faking a smile "You're welcome"

#almost kiss #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #muggle au #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #james potter #peter pettigrew #childhood friends to lovers #sirius x remus

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misseviehyde · 1 year

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RUNED

When Molly arrived at the tattoo parlour - the first thing the tattoo artist had said was, "Are you sure about this? You don't look like our normal kind of customer."

He wasn't wrong. Molly had never had a tattoo before. She was short, plump and timid. Dressed in her baggy clothing and with her thick black glasses she didn't look like the kind of girl who would sport a tattoo. Getting one was completely out of character.

Not that she cared about the pain or anything. What was a little physical pain when your bullies had teased and tormented you all your life? She could take a little pain.

The buzzing stabbing pain of the needle was in fact quite soothing. She felt the artist carefully following the curves and whorls of the design she had given him. She felt the thrill as she realised there was no turning back now.

The intricate three circles being traced onto her lower back were of an unusual design. Ancient runes - she had spent hours translating ancient texts to find them. Her bullies had laughed and tormented her further as she looked over the books in the library.

There was no exact analogue for what they meant. They were evil magic runes used by the most corrupt of witches - but translated as closely as possible into the modern vernacular they had a simple - yet complex meaning.

If you were to translate the three runes her tattoo now had, they would say:

Mean, spoiled, popular.

There was more to it of course. The way the runes linked and locked together added more nuances and meanings than simple language could ever convey. It had taken her hours to carefully sketch the finished design. One mistake and everything could go wrong.

She gripped the table with tears in her eyes. The pain was exquisite now and it already felt like the tattoo was bleeding into her soul. It was pure evil and forbidden magic - but she couldn't stop now.

Mean, spoiled, popular.

If it worked - Molly would become like her bullies. The tattoo would corrupt and change her to be like them. It's wicked power would alter her body and warp her life. The runes would change her to match her darkest desires.

She knew her friends would hate what she was doing. They loved and accepted who she was. For years Molly had tried to be a good girl and accept the body and life she had. But even as her bullies had picked on her - she had found herself agreeing with them and worse - admiring and coveting what they had.

She wanted to be thin, pretty, rich and bitchy. She wanted to have the confidence to wear slutty acrylic nails and dress in tight revealing designer clothing. She wanted to bully and belittle her former friends and lord it over everyone.

She would lie in bed fingering her pussy and wishing she was the worst kind of mean girl imaginable. There was just something so hot about the thought of being bad. She hungered for it.

And now if this worked - she would have everything.

It took a few trips to the parlour to finish the tattoo and once it was complete a few days for the swelling and irritation to go down. All that time Molly was desperate to avoid anyone seeing her tattoo and she felt a range of emotions, including panic and regret.

But finally she was ready and there was only one part of the ritual left to complete.

Molly had timed her tattoo to coincide with a full moon. Tonight she would bathe her tattoo in the moonlight and it would activate. Tonight she would be reborn.

********

Molly was nervous as she lay naked on her bed with the skylight open. The tattoo on her back looked strange and out of place. Her heart beat as the moon began to wax and a soft light began to fill the room.

There was no cloud tonight, and soon the moonlight was streaming into the bedroom. The runes on her back began to glow.

Mean, spoiled, popular.

Molly gasped as her back itched and the evil runes absorbed power from the full moon. "Yesssss, make me into a fucking bitch," she gasped in pleasure as she felt the power flowing into her weak little body.

She felt the darkness oozing into her soul - she felt the tattoo's power begin to change her.

She wiggled and groaned in pleasure, her pussy wet as her bones popped and cracked. Weight sloughed away as her flat chest became more rounded and full.

"Ohhhhh fuck," groaned Molly as her legs cracked and lengthened. She grew taller and slimmer - curves developing as her dumpy nerdy body became strikingly feminine and athletic.

"Mmmmmmhhhh oh yessss!" hissed Molly as her ass swelled up to be firm and rounded, the tattoo on her tanned muscled back now looking like it belonged there.

Her lank hair grew longer and became blonde and bitchy, even as claw like nails sprang from her fingers and a mean, entitled face curved into a wicked smile - long lashes fluttering in pleasure as Molly became the embodiment of the girls she longed to emulate.

"You dumb fucking nerd," she giggled as she tossed back her hair. "You're a bullying bitch now and it feels so good!"

The mental changes were indeed intoxicating. Physically Molly now looked angelic and perfect - but inside she was completely evil. The tattoos were burning away all emotions except greed, cruelty and hunger for power.

The new Molly was mean and spoiled, just like she had wanted. She purred with pleasure at the thought of all the girls she would bully - all the boys she would seduce.

Nothing felt better than being a hot rich privileged slut. The parts of her that still felt reluctant about this transformation were overwhelmed and burned away as the tattoo took complete control.

"It's too late loser," groaned the new bitch as she played with her pussy and grabbed her now large firm tits. "You're me now and you fucking love it. I'm an Alpha girl at last and I LOVE IT."

Standing up in the moonlight - her tattoo turning back to normal now it's work was done - the new spoiled Princess laughed as she saw the room around her had also changed.

"Mmmmh this is more like it, a boudoir for a Goddess."

It was now the bedroom of a spoiled brat and swaying over to her wardrobe Molly grinned as she saw she now had a vast private collection of lingerie clothes and makeup.

"Haha - who needs a soul when you have all this?"

The evil tattoo had turned her into a mean, spoiled, popular bitch just as she had wanted.

Slipping on an expensive satin night gown Molly admired her new toned, perfect body in the moonlight and then stretched her arms over her head. She enjoyed the push and pull of her new muscles and the knowledge that now sat in her head of how to perform cheerleading moves or fuck a boy.

The runes had done everything she had wanted and more and the evil tattoo would always be a part of her.

Molly was a bitch now.

Mean, spoiled, popular.

#evie hyde #bitchification #f2f transformation #f2f corruption #magic tattoo #runes

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lesfir · 5 months

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This is the kind of post that become a flight of thought and reasoning with a bit of hc. The Break Up with Lord Astarion Like: Asc Astsrion dickpic photo of a drunk ex - behavior nah well if drunk... still nah+meh Astarion has centuries of seduction experience. His brains aren't so smooth as to send Tav a "dickpic" in hopes of attention and success. He'll come up with a really nice and neat plan to get Tav to come to him on their own. He's got time. It's AU meme modernity ofc. It's hard to work. Without context, Astarion loses a lot. The medieval, vampirism and slavery is a big context. Depends on how painful it was. Let's say it went okay, a little uncomfortable, but normal. In modern times, if Tav was kind, he'd be something charitable, showy. For Tav and good for building influence, too. For love of the people. If Tav was more evil. He'd be doing something extravagant, still logical. Looking like a fool is not a best seduction tactic. For a good Tav, he'd create parks in the city, and support the arts, charities. For the evil Tav, he would seek influence in closed circles so that those she knows about (admires) would talk about him and his deeds like new skyscraper-hotels with casinos. In any field he would quickly become famous: a beautiful man with refined taste. Speaking of the Middle Ages, in Faerun. Depends on what Tav is interested in, it's magic - the best relics from around the world in Baldur's Gate. New opportunities for mages from all over Faerun. Come to Baldur's Gate. Warfare - don't even ask. Fella will climb into any dragon lair on his own to get to impress. (And have some fun). Astarion despite having goals, would quite enjoy and discover new things in the world. In general, he would get his way. I don't think it's even canonically obsessive, that you can't get off once, like a frenzy, nah.

He'd remember his personal plans, he'd party a lot, he'd be sad sometimes that Tav couldn't share the fun with him. Eventually he was able to taste the food again. There was so much around that he couldn't for 200 years. Seriously he would eat 10 kinds of desserts and enjoy them, forgetting everything. I prefer it when Tav loves everything and shares eternity, pleasures and decadence, the line of play. In this line-breakup I'm more interested in the “partners in crime” that Lord Astarion suggests. That's the fun line of the game.

Here, if Tav friendly agrees, he definitely:

Kinda Friendship Zone. But Astarion is ok with it.

-- Everyone on the Sword Coast thinks they're having an affair. -- He very often emphasized in the beginning that Tav was his friend, like a little poke. But he stopped doing that when Tav returned the favor. -- Astarion feels the need to touch Tav's hand. In general, touching Tav makes him feel better. This Tav is also tactile, she needs to touch someone she likes, someone she is friends with. -- That Tav is a druid. She turns into a frog if Astarion goes too far. And starts croaking. A thing that makes him angry, sad and happy. -- Astarion crosses the lines of edgy flirting while dancing. -- Sometimes Astarion thinks dark thoughts, but he always just thinks them. He has time. To lose her smile is to be a fool. -- He always sulks for about three days when their temprs clash. But that doesn't happen very often. This Tav is as calm as a toad in the sun. -- Surprisingly. He was so greedy for her time, literally, but he'd only gently invite her to join him - for a party, a walk, on a ship to Calimport. Tav had said no a few times. Needing to keep her distance, not to spoil the greedy dragon. And he'd just go like a cat and she'd be bored while he got the fun of traveling. He brought back souvenirs. But she would have liked to see his smile the first time he looked at this town. -- No friend in the Realms gets gifts like Tav. -- His legions of crows are on duty outside her house. Tav didn't mind, she didn't have the best opinion of the world anyway. They were showing up together, these rumors... who need to prick him, will prick her. -- At sunset they often walk together in the parks in the Upper City.

#ascended astarion #lord astarion #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #my analysis

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best-queen-song · 7 months

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Okay Queenies! All 88 91 polls are up now! They're each open for one week, so by this time next Sunday (3/3) Monday (3/4), they will all be closed. Here's the list of all Round One polls. Now's the time to spread the word, scatter them to the tumblr winds. Feel free to argue your choices' cases in the meantime!

Great King Rat / It’s A Beautiful Day (Reprise)

Crash Dive On Mingo City / Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon

Who Wants To Live Forever / Let Me Live

Stone Cold Crazy / Fight From The Inside

Escape From The Swamp / In The Lap Of The Gods

My Life Has Been Saved / I Want To Break Free

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy / Hang On In There

We Are The Champions / Friends Will Be Friends

I Was Born To Love You / Cool Cat

Princes Of The Universe / The Night Comes Down

The Ring (Hypnotic Seduction of Dale) / Don’t Try Suicide

Arboria (Planet Of The Tree Men) / Brighton Rock

Keep Passing The Open Windows / The Invisible Man

Under Pressure / Calling All Girls

Crazy Little Thing Called Love / The March Of The Black Queen

Dreamer’s Ball / Tenement Funster

You’re My Best Friend / Flash To The Rescue

Don’t Lose Your Head / Seven Seas Of Rhye

I’m Going Slightly Mad / Get Down, Make Love

In The Lap Of The Gods… Revisited / Spread Your Wings

Funny How Love Is / Fun It

Misfire / All God’s People

Action This Day / These Are The Days Of Our Lives

Sheer Heart Attack / God Save The Queen

The Hero / Body Language

Ride The Wild Wind / In The Space Capsule (The Love Theme)

Made In Heaven / The Loser In The End

‘39 / Modern Times Rock ‘N Roll

Sweet Lady / One Year Of Love

I Can’t Live With You / Leaving Home Ain’t Easy

Need Your Loving Tonight / Delilah

Pain Is So Close To Pleasure / Las Palabras De Amor (The Words Of Love)

Jesus / Chinese Torture

Football Fight / Save Me

In The Death Cell (Love Theme Reprise) / The Kiss (Aura Resurrects Flash)

One Vision / The Miracle

Father To Son / Don’t Try So Hard

Fat Bottomed Girls / Liar

Who Needs You / Marriage Of Dale And Ming (And Flash Approaching)

Khashoggi’s Ship / You Don’t Fool Me

Bicycle Race / Battle Theme

Vultan’s Theme (Attack Of The Hawk Men) / Dear Friends

Tie Your Mother Down / It’s A Hard Life

I Want It All / Flash’s Theme Reprise

White Man / Dancer

Radio Ga Ga / Bijou

Gimme The Prize / Bohemian Rhapsody

Death On Two Legs (Dedicated To…) / Dead On Time

Scandal / I’m In Love With My Car

Back Chat / Tear It Up

Some Day One Day / More Of That Jazz

The Millionaire Waltz / Breakthru

You Take My Breath Away / My Melancholy Blues

All Dead, All Dead / Man On The Prowl

Untitled / Now I’m Here

Jealousy / Flash’s Theme

Somebody To Love / You And I

Sleeping On The Sidewalk / It’s A Beautiful Day

The Hitman / Execution Of Flash

We Will Rock You / In Only Seven Days

Another One Bites The Dust / Staying Power

Too Much Love Will Kill You / My Fairy King

Is This The World We Created…? / Don’t Stop Me Now

Seaside Rendezvous / Machines (or ‘Back To Humans’)

Sail Away Sweet Sister / Keep yourself alive

No One But You (Only The Good Die Young) / Teo Toriatte (Let Us Cling Together)

Love Of My Life / A Kind Of Magic

Party / Headlong

Rain Must Fall / Mustapha

Ogre Battle / I Go Crazy

Mother Love / Doing Alright

Put Out The Fire / The Fairy Feller’s Master-Stroke

Nevermore / Lily Of The Valley

Procession / White Queen (As It Began)

Hammer To Fall / Seven Seas Of Rhye [unfinished]

Bring Back That Leroy Brown / The Wedding March

Was It All Worth It / Killer Queen

It’s Late / If You Can’t Beat Them

Flick Of The Wrist / Play The Game

Rock It (Prime Jive) / Innuendo

Thank God It’s Christmas / The Prophet’s Song

Long Away / My Baby Does Me

Coming Soon / Son And Daughter

A Winter’s Tale / Heaven For Everyone

The Show Must Go On / Ming’s Theme (In The Court Of Ming The Merciless)

Life Is Real (Song For Lennon) / Drowse

Dragon Attack / Let Me Entertain You

Good Company / She Makes Me (Stormtrooper In Stilettos)

Mad The Swine / Soul Brother

Hijack My Heart / A Human Body

Lost Opportunity / Stealin'

#queen #best queen song tournament

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haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll · 10 months

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Tracklist:

One Vision • A Kind Of Magic • One Year Of Love • Pain Is So Close To Pleasure • Friends Will Be Friends • Who Wants To Live Forever • Gimme The Prize (Kurgan's Theme) • Don't Lose Your Head • Princes Of The Universe

Spotify ♪ YouTube

#hyltta-polls #polls #artist: queen #language: english #decade: 1980s #Pop Rock #Film Soundtrack #Hard Rock

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queenofclogs · 6 months

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A Kind Of Magic

Artist: Queen

Release date: June 2nd, 1986

Length: 40 min 32 s

Tracklist rating:

One Vision ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

A Kind Of Magic ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

One Year Of Love ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Pain Is So Close To Pleasure ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Friends Will Be Friends ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Who Wants To Live Forever ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Gimme The Prize ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Don't Lose Your Head ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Princes Of The Universe ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

Total: 3.6 (33/45 stars)

#queen #brian may #john deacon #freddie mercury #roger taylor #album review

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anoki · 6 months

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Thinking about how Ilya takes great pleasure in being there for their friends in any way they can. A shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to, a bedfellow to chase away the cold nights. They are so giving of themself after their own past of pain and trauma and so quick to offer solace to those they care about.

I like to think the crew returns their kindness and affections in their own ways. Some likely are more willing to get close, even if it's not necessarily their true intentions (I'm looking at you Astarion) but end up unable to escape that cheeky little smile. Long nights laughing around the fire, practicing songs, magic, dancing. The road ahead is a little less frightening.

#Ilya #bg3 tav #bg3 #text

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stedes-incredible-library · 2 years

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Hi! Same anon asking for fave lists, I’d love to hear from all the mods!

Hello! Here are some of our favourites in no particular order (mind the tags and also check the pairings!)

stuck in second gear by tediousdelusion [E], 69k nice

“I want a divorce.” Izzy’s said the words more times than once in the past eighteen years of marriage, but he means them this time. More than he ever has before, anyway. At the prow of the very expensive and very unnecessary boat parked in the driveway, Edward - Izzy’s idiot (soon-to-be-ex) husband - sighs and rolls his eyes. “Come on, Iz!” Ed shouts. He’s wearing a stupid fucking captain’s hat and has one foot propped against the rail. “The boat is an investment! And it’ll be fun.” Or, how Izzy Hands saves his marriage (and gains a boyfriend) by getting a divorce.

would you worship gravity by bitethehands [E], 60k

At precisely the seven-and-a-half hour mark, Izzy prepares the cabin for landing. Ed’s crackly voice buzzes over the loudspeaker with the announcement. He’s not thinking specifically of Finance Consultant Guy, nor of anything bar the inevitable banality of deboarding, so it genuinely catches him off-guard when a hand closes over his wrist. “Apologies for being forward, but what are you doing after this?” - Izzy is a flight attendant. Edward is a pilot. Stede is the first-class passenger who won’t stop chasing after them both.

piña coladas by faeeebaeee [E], WIP

The 80s are in full swing, and the golden decade of Nintendo Gameboys’ and Sony Walkmans’ has never looked better. In the neon jungle, Stede Bonnet, a young salaryman, meets enigmatic mechanic apprentice Edward Teach, and the pair strike up an unlikely friendship via fax machine, page beepers and gifts in the mail.

~Mod N

What Kind of Pirate Has a Friend? by @thetardigrape [E], 31k pre-canon

A story of Edward Teach and Jack Rackham, the two youngest pirates in Captain Hornigold's crew. Friendship, fucking, and fighting. Maybe some fuckery.

The Body Knows by @veeagainsttheday [M], 21k canon adjacent, magical realism, spooky vibes

Stede Bonnet thought he was finally free by faking his own death with a fuckery and leaving everything to his widow and children. He was wrong.

The World Beyond by @veeagainsttheday [E], 43k Alternate Universe

The Colorado River runs dry and sparks thirty years of Water Wars. Blackbeard is the most legendary water pirate in the desert; the Gentleman Pirate broke his heart. Now Stede is searching for the love of his life and Ed is planning his retirement. Unfortunately the remaining Cinco Gallos are still looking for Jim and the cults might be right about the biggest conspiracy theory of the last three decades...

~Mod A (I have a wildly hard time picking favorites of anything. What I've done here is pare down a selection of favorite authors, then shuffled through those for fics that truly haven't left me alone since I read them, then spun that down until I had the three that had the fewest hits. All three are by authors whose entire fandom catalogue I would recommend.)

tastes so sweet it hurts a little by florence_after_midnight [E], 8.3k

“Suits you,” Izzy says, hoping Ed hears the reverence in his voice. “You think?” Ed says, in a playful tone that makes it clear she’s not looking for reassurance but shamelessly fishing for compliments. Fair, Izzy thinks, she deserves all the praise in the world. He’s never been good with words, so he tries to put it all into the simple act of touching her. You’re the most beautiful woman in the fucking world, says the finger tracing the floral pattern of the lace. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, says his thumb running up her sternum. I’d gladly worship at your feet all day, says his left hand finding hers, lacing their fingers together and squeezing tight. or: The one where Ed buys lingerie and Izzy loses his mind about it.

take the pain, take the pleasure by @shatteredhourglass [E], 10k

“If I didn’t know better,” Ed says, hand tracing down Jack’s arm slowly, deceptively gentle, “I’d think you were fucking around with my things, Jack.” In which Ed and Izzy collectively menace the men who choose to get involved with them. Or, five times someone wasn't allowed to fuck Izzy Hands' pussy, and one time they were

everybody's got their limits (nobody's found mine) by @oopshidaisyy [E], 16k

After 153 days, killing Stede Bonnet had begun to lose its appeal. (Or: Izzy gets stuck in a time loop.)

~Mod 🐁

#ofmd #our flag means death #fic rec #our flag means death fanfic #steddyhands #gentlebeard #edward teach #izzy hands #stede bonnet #calico jack rackham #ofmd fic #our flag means death fic #ofmd fanfic #captain stede bonnet #blackbeard | edward teach #israel hands

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dedahblog · 2 years

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My Tribute to my Favorite Ichiruki Edit (until now)

I love how this summarizes everything about ichiruki

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(edited august 2023)

It's so easy to claim that what differenciates Rukia from Ichigo's other friends is that she gave him magical powers and thus his identity as a shonen main protagonist.

But that's not the reason actually it's not even close

First, let's dive into

1. why Ichigo wanted power.

It's true that there's an altruistic side of him who wants to help others out of pure kindness.

But it's not all as naive as some may think. Actually, from my perspective, there is a huge egocentric advantage he gains from it.

Ichigo wanted power because he was guilty of Rukia's injury and of his family imminent death that he will cause because he had interfered with Rukia's job. The latter gave him the opportunity not to blame himself again like it was the case with his mother's death and he grabbed that chance.

But this reason depended on those precise circumstances and it was not enough to make him commit. That's why, in the second chapter, he was reluctant to be a subtitute.

The only reason he accepted was that he understood that if he didn't help powerless Rukia, she would die sacrificing herself once again and thus he would be guilty of her death.

This was the perfect chance for him to redeem himself from "killing" a protector (his mother) by aiding/protecting a protector (Rukia)

Ichigo also wanted power because he never forgave himself for "killing his mother" and he wanted to inflict pain on himself for the sake of "protecting", the same cause that his mother died for.

Morever, he wanted power because a side of him loved challenges and lusted for blood for his selfish pleasures (Lust arc / Shaking Throne volume ) .

2.what was he longing for when he lost that said power

In the meantime of all this shonen manga shenanigans, Ichigo, just like the readers, lost focus/didn't realize/didn't want to admit to himself what was the main advantage about gaining this power. Ichigo considered Rukia's importance only from a pragmatic angle :

thanks to her power and her guidance, he can "protect his friends" => he "unlocked his identity as a shonen protagonist"

However, when he became powerless and when his friends were in danger, the first thing that he thought about after he awakened his fb power was how it will enable him to restore his shinigami powers

Not even "with this I might ... really be able to save my friends!!" What a selfish bastard

And when he thought about what made him want to get his powers back, it was her.

(and the expression he made was not something that conveyed pride in any sort of but rather longing and desolation)

He envisioned Rukia, as an individual, without her zanpaktou that represents her shinigami power ; just her wearing her kimono because it was only by regaining his powers that he would get to meet her again

When Ichigo saw Rukia again, after he regained his powers, everything became clear to him.

He left the power he so longed for ever since his mother died to stare at her.

This power is no longer a device to redeem himself, to inflict pain on himself or to satisfy his own pride.It became a device to connect with someone thus once he could see Rukia again, he didn't need that power anymore .

Every power he gained is worthless compared to the greatest gift that it granted him which is meeting Rukia as an individual

That's why I love chapter 460.

Aside from the fact that Ichigo became aware of the weight of his feelings, it's also a good representation of what's the most important aspect of Ichigo's odyssey, this whole manga and even life in general

It's not about the glories, the wealth, the egocentric self enlightment quests or redeeming oneself for past mistakes.But it's about the connection you build with someone that is dear to you.

So, after pointing out how Ichigo values Rukia's presence in his life more than his power, I'll be talking about the main topic part.

if Rukia's value is not linked to the presence or the absense of the powers then what makes her endearing to him ?

3 what doesn't differenciate Rukia from everyone

...

I don't know whether Kubo has done it deliberately or not, but every girl Ichigo met and heavily interacted to after meeting Rukia has something in common with her.

Hiyori : uses her fist first, straighforward

Riruka : likes cute things,

Nel : a warrior who protected him (and failed)

Ikumi : bossy, someone older than him, who tried to give him guidance (but failed because Ichigo doesn't see her as an equal), tried to convince him to help her with her job

Besides that, Urahara is the one awakened Ichigo's true shinigami powers and truly trained ( then deceived ) him and Ginjo did the same for his fullbring powers (then betrayed him too)

However, Ichigo didn't see them in the same light as he sees Rukia, which proves that it's not those individual character traits that makes him so fond of her.

Her liking cutes things,

Her being straighforward and bossy ,

Her being a warrior and protecting him

Her trying to give him guidance,

Her giving him shinigami power,

are not what differenciates Rukia from everyone.

4 Then what differentiates Rukia from everyone

The best thing about ichiruki is we never had Ichigo even indirectly stating the precise reason why she's so dear to him.

We can only guess

....

Rukia is someone who never hold him accountable for her imminent execution but was ready to throw hands when he dared to insinuate he won't help people in need.

Someone who never wanted to burden him with her problems even though he was partially responsible for them.

Someone who promised her unconditional time to listen to every one of his burdens and who dared to dream about this future for his sake when she knew her days were numbered .

A proud woman who had to be strong for too long but who trusts him enough to show him solely her tears / vulnerability.

Just like that beautiful edit said

"I am learning to appreciate the simple things like you"

Rukia is special to Ichigo simply because she's Rukia and just like he said , "Rukia is "weird"

She's not like any other person he met

I guess you would tell me

" What does that even mean ? You didn't add anything new to the table ! No one is like anyone"

but you see that's it. That's the essence of why they are fond of each other

What differenciate Rukia from everyone could be :

1. one of those qualities

2. all of them

3. beyond that

4. something that happened in an out screen moment that was not revealed in the manga

We will never know

But one thing for sure, it will always be a gesture, a stare, a saying that Rukia made and not anyone else

It will always be the fact that it emanated from Rukia, an individual, as a whole with all her qualities, her flaws and her weird antics

The unconditional love and the fondness for the individuality of the person you hold dear to your heart is why ichiruki is so endearing to me.

#ichiruki #ichigoxrukia : nothing but you can change my world #I have been thinking about this meta for years

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llitchilitchi · 2 years

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I have a few questions about your vampire menace AU, if you don't mind. :V

how long do George and Sapnap have to wait between feedings on Dream? People can only donate blood every 60 days or so in order for the donor to not get sick, after all, and if SNF are constantly feeding on Dream, his bone marrow eventually isn't gonna be able to keep up with the demand to constantly make more blood. Are there magical workarounds or supplements Dream can take so that he won't run out of blood?

how much do SNF have to eat per day in order to stay healthy? Do they only subsist on blood, or can they eat other iron-rich foods like spinach, organ meat, beans, eggs, etc. to supplement their diet so they don't have to consume as much blood?

Are there synthetic blood substitutes to help out the local vampire population, or do vampires try to do what SNF are doing and hire a willing live-in bloodbag or two to snack on when they feel peckish? Can they eat animal blood, or does it HAVE to be human blood?

What does feeding normally feel like for Dream? Do SNF have venom that either numbs the pain, makes him woozy and compliant, or even makes it feel good, or does the man just have crazy high pain tolerance?

I love it when you guys assume I wasn't absolutely braindead when I came up with the concept, it actually makes me think about the logistics of the au /pos

Having a living human to feed on is definitely not the norm. Most people don't do it, they allow vampires to feed on them a few times, maybe if they're romantic partners or close friends it's more frequent than that. Still not a normal everyday thing! (I have a particular romantic relationship that has this arrangement going on that I'd like to introduce later though :) ) What Dream and SNF have going is more of a special case, though it is something that a lot of vampires want, because the main advantage is simply fresh blood tasting better. And if they have a particular human, they know what to expect from the taste! It's like going to your favourite restaurant and ordering your favourite item on the menu.

As for Dream, I'm a lot more liberal than what real science probably allows :D The feedings happen once a week, it's not a lot of blood, and the two vampires sometimes ask for "snacks" during the week. He has to take some supplements because with how much he struggles saying no to George and Sapnap (much like in real life) he's probably very close to anemia.

Now, Sapnap and George are not Entirely reliant on eating human blood all the time. I imagine it as vampires still having a diet close to a real human, except they need to eat enough blood to satiate them. The diet gets a lot more iron heavy, and while it is a cliche at this point, bloodied steaks are enough to make them full And satisfy the thirst for blood (for a short time). To keep up with the blood demand, vampires are integrated into the society enough that there are other ways to obtaining blood than going to night clubs and asking random people to feed on. What I mean is blood pockets. Just full on capri sun but it's filled with blood.

Also I remember reading a scientific study that said something along the lines of coconut milk being near identical to human blood, so I just want you to picture George casually sipping on pina colada on a Sunday morning because Dream needs to study for his finals or something.

Animal blood is an option but most vampires are somewhat put off by it. They wouldn’t eat it on its own, but if it’s integrated into the meals they’re fine. (Is it a thing abroad or are we Slavs just weird and put blood into certain foods, like certain types of sausages?)

As of the feedings, there is Some kind of venom/enzyme in the vampire saliva that helps with numbing the pain some. Not entirely, Dream still feels it, but it’s not as bad as it could be when they are actively gentle with him. I wouldn’t say that it’s something that is particularly pleasurable for Dream, and if either of them (though it’s typically Sapnap) bite too deep, he does complain about his neck hurting for a few days. Their saliva helps the wounds heal faster though, so they lick the wounds clean once they finish before patching him up.

That or you can just imagine he’s a masochist. I don’t judge

#asks #vampire menace au #this is long omg #tldr: the succ blood but they succ little enough blood so that dre dont die #they like snackies tho and dream might end up with anemia #which was kindly suggested to me on twitter by one beloved follower of mine #this is very rambly I hope I covered everything and if not I hope u enjoy all the things I covered u didnt ask about

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Pleasure, Pain, and Power Chapter 1

Intro

Summary: Fox has been looking for a new pet since his last one met a nasty fate on stream, and has his eyes on a fellow “industry worker” Jasmine. She’s a cosplaying, gore-watching streamer who might just be able to hold the horrifying title of “Fox’s Pet”.

Contains: mention of hentai, sex work, animated gore, and human trafficking

MDNI

“Oh my GOD!!”

Jasmine covered her face in disgust at the video she was watching, cartoonishly peeking through her fingers. These over the top reactions are what her people paid for, and she would make sure they’d get it. Jasmine had found her niche when it came to streaming, “cute girl reacts to disturbing content”. She could handle it, she had been desensitized to this stuff for years, but that’s not what they wanted. Her viewers wanted their sweet slutty streamer decked out in various cosplays to shudder, gag, and scream at what was on her screen. Viewers could send in recommendations, or pay extra to guarantee their video would be seen. Usually it was weird hentai, viral shock videos, or porn involving the worst excrement of the human body. Tonight was no different, some poor hentai girl being ravaged by tentacles, only to be ripped apart at her climax.

“Omg guys, I’m actually gonna vomit after that. That video came from f33t_fucker69, go to hell f33t_fucker69 ew!!”

All an act. She squirmed in her chair, pitched her voice up as high as it’d go, trying to sell it as best she could.

“That’s all for tonight guys.” She said stifling a fake gag. “I’ll see you all again for the next stream Thursday night! Stay horny pervs~”

With a wink, she closed out of the stream and opened her phone. Jasmine enjoyed it, she really did. So much creativity went into her work, and the payoff was incredibly rewarding and encouraging. She managed to make some friends with fellow streamers, and even a few customers. One in particular had been incredibly generous. That’s who she was texting. She didn’t know much about him, other than his age, a fake name, a plethora of kinks, and a few of his favorite animes. He had sent her the very outfit she was wearing that night, it was a black latex one piece, with a few magical girl elements included. She went over to her long mirror, snapped a couple pics in it, and relaxed back into her chair. She sent the more provocative pictures to her favorite customer, thanking him for the outfit; and posted the rest to Twitter, thanking those who joined the stream. Although she loved this line of work, the screen time got to her, so it was time to unplug for a minute and take a shower.

After she returned, robe on and hair wrapped up in a towel, she caved and looked at her phone again. On it displayed multiple Twitter notifications, a text from her friend asking about the stream, and a message from “Fox”.

“You look delicious darling, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you on your little stream. Tell me, have you thought more about my offer?”

Jasmine threw her head back, scrunching her face, and sighed. One of her most important rules was she never met up with clients, no matter what they promised her. She knew too many girls with too many bad experiences. But, something about “Fox” was different. Sure he was perverted, older, and every other sentence of his was likely a lie, but he was still so different to her regular viewers. He was charming, understanding, and would even check up on her when she seemed off. Not to mention he clearly has the cash to back up his word, he sends her gifts and tips sometimes just for talking to him. The first time he asked her out came with a $100 deposit right into her CashApp. He was only asking for dinner at a fancy, expensive restaurant she could only dream of going to. The kind of place where you go to look at the menu and none of the options come with a price tag. He also offered her enough cash to pay off her next two months rent just for showing up. Fine.

“Hi Fox!! I’m so glad you loved my stream! You’ve made me such a generous offer, and after much consideration, I’d love to accept! I’ll meet you there Wednesday night at 8:30!🧡”

‘I’m going to hate myself Wednesday night aren’t I?’ She threw her phone on her desk and fell into bed. Falling asleep exhausted, but hopeful for what the week will bring.

Fox

Finally she agreed.

Fox had been in the market for a new personal pet for the past few months, as his last one met a nasty fate on stream after they severely disobeyed him. After months of scouring the internet and watching countless streamers, he finally decided on Jasmine. He commissioned her for dozens of videos, photo sets, and sexting sessions, all of which to get a glimpse of how well she could hold the title of “Fox’s Pet”. He had told her to be as “authentic as possible” for him, since he knows better than anyone how important it can be to put on a mask for your viewers.

The two really did get close, both of them sharing intimate and personal details about themselves. They often bonded over sharing details on their personal lives and work. Fox would share stories about the idiots at work he had to deal with, and Jasmine would share stories of school and her viewers. Of course they’d keep a level of anonymity expected for their relationship. Jasmine never shared where she went to school, and Fox never shared what he did for work. Fox had never gone for a fellow sex worker before, and he wondered how different it would make her from the rest. He chuckled to himself at the thought,

“Well if she doesn’t work out as my pet, at least I know she’ll make a dazzling co-star!”

(This is my first time writing guys, go easy on me! I have more chapters written and planned, so stay tuned!)

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