medplay, cw noncon and medical shit like syringes. intox also
i examine you often with a doctor's grace, always monitoring the levels of your vitals and health of your sexual organs. i'm checking those the most often, probably, sitting you in a chair and spreading your legs for a painfully professional examination.
it's gotten so bad you feel an extremely uncouth want pool in your core every time you smell that sterile air that comes with me and my equipment. i tell you what your problem is, and how it fix it. it's always a syringe. i hold you gently while i insert it into your bare flesh, looking you in the eyes and reassuring you in your ear as a fog fills your brain so i can operate.
you're still conscious for the "surgery" - this 'anesthesia' doesn't numb anything, nor does it knock you out. it simply sends your head to the clouds and your arms limp by your side so you don't and won't fight back against me as i perform a highly precise operation. patients often get hysteria after all, so i must calm you down before the procedure.
and this anesthesia is very special. it turns the pain of the surgery into a delightful pleasure that causes you to gasp and moan as i move rhythmically into you, eliciting a physiological response directly from your very center. for data purposes, i draw out one climax from you, and then another, and then another, and then another. more and more until your body is trembling both from the several shots of "anesthesia" you've gotten at this point and the overstimulation of the operation.
ah, as always, your sexual health is in perfect shape! make sure to stop by for your next doctor's appointment in 6 months ~
they are sorted, some titles left a um, significantly larger dent than others , but it's okay 😭 i think betty + her related titles is about 95% overall
you can kinda tell, i guess?
i've only been collecting since september so i'm kind of impressed by this chunk. next time i want to do this i gotta go get another binder though 💔
Hi anon! Thank you for sending me a prompt! So I don’t really know what happened here, I never wrote a body swap au, but this was surprisingly fun! Hope it’s not too confusing lmao! Hope you enjoy!
Body swap au + “So how upset would you be [insert silly/insane thing here]…”
Lestappen, bodyswap au, vampires. 1.5k
Warning: blood drinking.
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It’s a bizarre experience opening the door and seeing himself looking back at him. But it’s not him, Charles doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Max’s expression—or rather his own, can only be described as thunderous. Laughing is not a good idea, not if he wants to survive.
“This is fucked up,” Max says as he gives Charles who’s in Max’s body a once over. He shakes his head and steps past Charles and into his apartment.
“Sure, come in,” Charles says as an afterthought, before closing the door and following himself? Inside.
Max—in Charles’s body, is pacing up and down in Charles’ living room, continuously rubbing his hands over his upper arms. In a way trying to shield himself. His anxiety is tangible. At the same time he keeps licking his lips, Charles can see his tongue run over his teeth, before recoiling and pacing again.
“Max,” Charles says softly, trying not to startle him, or worse, make him flee.
He keeps his distance, giving Max space. It’s not something you can get used to that quickly. It took Charles at least a year to even accept what he is. What had happened to him.
Everything is different, senses heightened. Eyesight so crisp it gives you a headache, smells so overwhelming they burn, touch so intense it physically hurts at times.
But the worst part; the hunger. Never ending hunger. He knows Max feels it, his throat burning with it. It’s all consuming
“It’s going to be okay.”
As Charles reaches out, Max flinches, moving a step back, eyes wildly darting from Charles to the hallway. His way to escape. Yet, he doesn’t. Instead he stands still, rooted in place, hugging himself.
It breaks Charles’ heart, knowing the pain Max is going through. Knowing what he went through, he’d never wish it on anyone.
The loneliness of it all.
“You’re safe, I know what you’re going through. Why don’t you sit—“
“Can you close the curtains?” Max interrupts, turning away from the bright light coming in through the windows.
Charles looks up. The light is not hurting his eyes for the first time in five years. He didn’t even realize.
“Yes—yes of course.”
Quickly he moves towards the window, drawing the curtains, shielding them from the outside. Max visibly relaxes, but doesn’t move still. His eyes darting to the hallway every now and then.
Charles takes a step closer, tentatively. “Do you want to sit down?”
“No.”
“Okay, that’s fine.”
Pushing Max will only result in the opposite of what he wants to achieve. He needs Max to calm down and he needs him to stay. A distressed—essentially newborn vampire shouldn’t be running around in the streets. Especially not when he’s in Charles’ body.
“I can help you, but you have to let me.”
Max laughs, humorless laughter. It’s even crazier seeing and hearing it coming from his own body.
“How are you going to do that? Do you even know why this happened? And why are you so calm!”
“I’m not. But what are we gonna do? Panicking isn’t going to help either of us. But right now you just need to calm down.”
“I’m a fucking vampire, Charles!” Max snaps, tensing up again and Charles can see his canines pop out. He’s never seen himself look that menacing, so angry.
Charles grits his teeth, Max’s stubbornness grinding his gears. “Really? I had no fucking idea!”
Max blinks, letting his shoulders sag. He absentmindedly runs his tongue over his teeth again.
“I’m sorry—“ he sighs and finally sits down on the couch, his head in his hands. “I just don’t know what to do, everything is so loud, on the way here I could hear people’s hearts beat.” He looks up at Charles. “Right now I can hear yours—or mine? This is so confusing.”
Charles tries not to let the pity show, knowing Max wouldn’t appreciate it. Slowly he sits next to Max, there’s a sharp pain in his chest when Max moves further to the end of the couch. Not looking at him.
“I know, but I can help.”
Max glances at him. Suspicious. “How?”
Slowly Charles turns towards him. “You must be hungry.”
Immediately Max’s pupils dilate, Charles watches his throat bob as he swallows harshly. The feeling of getting to feed is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. The first time Charles did, he wanted to stop, but couldn’t.
The sweet, warm feeling of the blood touching his lips, his tongue. It’s addicting.
Watching Max, or rather himself he can see his teeth pop out. He can’t blame Max. Charles himself has fantasized about biting Max a million times.
Charles rolls up his sleeve. Showing off Max’s toned underarm—he may or may not have stared at Max’s body a little too long that morning when he first looked in the mirror, after the initial panic.
“So, how upset would you be if I said you can drink from me?”
“I can’t,” Max says immediately, looking horrified by the mere suggestion. At the same time he can’t stop looking at his own arm, but then shakes his head, turning away again. “No, I won’t.”
“Hey,” Charles says softly, reaching out and resting his hand on Max’s—his own, shoulder. “It will be okay, I’ll help you through it.”
His own green eyes stare back at him, unsure. Muscles tensing under his touch for a second before relaxing.
“What if I can’t stop?”
“You will,” Charles says, sounding more confident than he feels. Knowing the chance he won’t is highly likely. He’ll worry about that when it comes to that.
Max opens his mouth to protest, but Charles shakes his head.
“Come here,” he whispers, sitting back against the couch, making himself more comfortable. Softly he trails his hand down Max’s arm, gently tugging at his wrist.
Slowly and unsurely, Max turns towards him, watching as Charles rolls up his sleeve further. Holding out his wrist. “Charles, I don’t know—“
“Just focus on my pulse, if it slows down you stop.”
Max swallows but comes closer, not able to resist. He gently takes his own arm. Charles shivers with how cold his own skin is.
Tingles run down his arm and Charles tries not to let it show. Tries not to think about all the times he dreamed of Max touching him. His heart quickens and he holds his breath as Max draws closer, baring his teeth.
Sharp pain flows through his arm as his own teeth pierce his—no, Max’s skin. Max is greedy the moment the blood touches his tongue, his grip on Charles getting stronger.
“Slowly,” Charles whispers as Max let’s out a small moan, biting down a little too eagerly.
Somehow his hand ends up in Max’s—his own—hair. His heart races as he watches Max—himself, feed, blood trickling down his arm where his own teeth broke Max’s skin.
“That’s it,” Charles urges, his pulse quickening. His blood flowing faster and Max whimpers, his tongue flicking over his skin, sending heat down Charles’ belly. “You’re doing so well baby.”
The praise makes Max seemingly more eager, taking more and more.
“It’s good isn’t it?”
Max hums, breathing heavily as he drinks.
Charles can feel the lightheadedness kick in as he takes more. Maybe urging him on isn’t the best idea, but for some reason Charles can’t help himself.
“Max,” Charles warns, tightening his hand in his hair. “Remember what I said? Feel my pulse, it’s slowing down.”
Max let’s out a tiny groan, but when Charles tugs a little harder—as much as he can still manage—he pulls off his wrist.
Blood is smeared across Charles’ lips, trickling down his chin, eyes blown wide.
“I’m sorry,” Max says, looking embarrassed as he averts his eyes.
Charles chuckles and reaches out, it’s weird cupping his own cheek, but knowing Max is in his body makes it somewhat easier. His head is feeling fuzzy, but he can’t help but brush his fingers across Max’s—his own—lips, smearing the blood further.
“Don’t be, you’re alright.”
Max holds his gaze for a moment and then without warning sucks his own fingers into his mouth. Charles swallows harshly as he watches himself, lick the blood off Max’s fingers, his fingers. It’s all so confusing.
Fire erupts in his stomach, heat pooling low, blood rushing down. He shifts, his jeans getting tighter.
“This turns you on,” Max—Charles grins, as he obscenely licks his fingers, twirling his tongue. “Doesn’t it?”
Asshole.
“Would you mind if it did?”
Max leans closer, letting go of Charles’ hand. The blood on his lips still makes him hungry, despite not being a vampire in Max’s body. He feels himself drift closer, closing the distance.
“No,” Max breathes, their lips barely touching. “You smell good.”
Charles chuckes breathlessly. “Now you know what I deal with every race weekend when I’m close to you.”
“I still have my own blood on me.”
It’s send shivers down Charles’ spine, he slides his hand behind Max’s neck, tangling his fingers in the hair at his nape.
“Time to give me a taste then,” he whispers before closing the distance, catching his bloody lips in a hungry kiss.
