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[youandmedead]

𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖝 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 - 𝕷𝖔𝖚𝖎𝖘 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Warnings: Slight angst with fluff at the end, basic vampire stuff, not fully proof read

Synopsis: In which you finally manage to convince Louis to relax for a bit and cuddle with them

Notes: Not too sure if I’ve wrote Louis’ character correctly/ well 😅

Stress consumed him.

Everything felt far too difficult to deal with…all the murder, manipulation, the changes to his once mortal body. Nothing would ever be the same, the world as he knew it turned upside down.

So much was coursing through his mind, especially as he now has a new young addition to this strange collection of people who happened to be one in the same of the supernatural species known as vampires.

Guilt was another companion in addition to all of the stress burdening him. He allowed Lestat to turn yet another innocent soul on the street into such an awful creature as he. He truly felt pity and guilt for the young girl known as Claudia.

As Louis sat and contemplated his regrets and past mistakes, he failed to acknowledge the presence that lurked beside him.

This said figure, leaned in close beside him and spoke, "You're doing it again."

Startled, Louis jumped slightly enough for one to notice and turned to face the figure beside him.

"I do not know what you speak of (Y/n)." Sighed Louis.

(Y/n) moved to sit on the arm of the chair that one of their vampire companions rested upon. They put an arm around his shoulder and rested their head on his, whilst playing with his hair.

"You're getting in your head again my love...you can practically smell the guilt, the anger and the anguish on you."

He smirked spitefully, "Is that so?"

"It is...I grow worried about you Louis, more and more by the nights on our once mortal plane."

Louis abruptly arose from his seat, leaving (Y/n) to lose balance and fall to where he once sat.

"Why shouldn't I feel like this? I am guilty just as much as he is-"

"Still not using his name huh? ...he really must have gotten to you." They interrupted.

His head whipped round and Louis gave (Y/n) a stare straight through their now non-existent soul. He sped right in front of their form, still staring into their eyes.

(Y/n) chuckled, "I don't get threaten easily."

They placed a hand on Louis's shoulder and gave him a small smile, "You need to relax. The stress is consuming you Louis, please...even if you just lie down for a bit. Please, just relax for me."

His stare still remained upon them until his eyes softened and he sighed once more muttering several apologies. (Y/n) have him a light kiss on the forehead, "No need to apologise."

~

(Y/n) then began to lead Louis into the coffin room and opened up the lid. They were the first to lay down within it and then signalled for Louis to join them with open arms. At this point, for a reason they had an inkling of a clue as to why, Louis hesitated and just stood there intimidatingly, watching to see if they'd change you mind.

"Well?"

He sighed and sooner rather than later, climbed into the coffin alongside his significant other. Louis laid his head on their chest and wrapped his arms around their waist and sighed. Y/n then closed the lid of the coffin and in turn wrapped their arms around Louis, giving him a gentle and comforting squeeze. They gave a gentle smile and gave him a gentle kiss before they too drifted off into slumber, they felt grateful and less anxious now that they knew their partner was able to take a small break from his daily stresses

[k-nayee]

Author's Note and Prologue

Traveler M.List

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Nothing

That's is the first thing you wake up to.

A void.

You awaken in it, feeling as if floating in an expanse of emptiness.

You see nothing.

Feel nothing.

As if answering an unspoken cue, the sensation of falling takes place.

The moment you touch what seems to be a flat surface, the void gives way to light-so blinding that it forces your eyes shut.

Blinking rapidly, you sit up as the world comes into focus bit by bit.

Your...hands?

They are the first thing your attention latches onto. You flex them instinctively as if to confirm their existence.

And with each movement, a sense of familiarity returns like a distant memory resurfacing from the depths of your mind.

Once satisfied, your curious gaze starts to travel, taking notice of other parts of you.

Using your hands to glide over what you understand to be your body, each touch brings a rush of knowledge into your once naïve mind.

Moving down to your...legs-yes, those are definitely legs, you freeze at the sight of the...wiggly small-fingered, big flat hands (???) attached to them.

Eyes wide in fascination, you lean forward, ignoring the pulling strain it does to your unused muscles.

'What are they used for? Another set of hands?' Giving them a wiggle, you're almost hesitant to touch them.

Shakily reaching out, awe is immediately replaced with a deadpanned look the moment you give one a timid squeeze.

You continue to poke and prod at your feet in bemusement of initially finding them captivating.

❝Wow...who woulda thought you'd have such a thing for feet?❞

Your neck nearly snaps at how fast you whip towards the voice with a yelp. Standing a few feet away stood a young woman.

Her smile is the first thing that you notice, radiating a kind of warmth that makes you want to bask in forever. She seemed to emit a healthy glow from the light around, her brown skin smooth and vibrant.

The large, clear-framed glasses perched on her nose magnified the friendliness in her eyes, adding an intellectual charm to her youthful face. Deep black curls frame her face perfectly, bouncing with every subtle movement.

'She can't been no more than fifteen' you think, noting her youthfulness and the playful light in her eyes.

❝H-how long were you there?❞ The question tumbles out with a sputter, still shooketh from the surprise.

❝Long enough to see you playing footsies with yourself,❞ she quips, tone light with an edge of cheekiness.

You release a nervous chuckle, avoiding her teasing gaze in attempt to save face. ❝Ah...y-you saw that huh?❞

She says nothing, a head shake and light snort is her only response before any amusement left fades into seriousness.

The sudden shift in her demeanor sends a ripple of unease through you; making you get on your feet to confront better.

❝W-where am I? Who are you? What am I doing here?❞ you blurt, a flurry of questions that betray your apprehension.

Instead of answering, she simply tilts her head.

❝Really? You're not gonna say anything?❞

Silence.

❝Like deadass, forreal?❞ You grow more irritated than anxious. ❝I'm not playing these games with you. Whe-❞

That's when a wave of vertigo hits.

You stagger, quickly looking at her in alarmed as your vision begins to blur and double.

❝You know...I've always dreamed of traveling to different universes. Being able to live along side my favorite characters, to laugh with them, to fight alongside them, to love them. To be free...❞ her voice echo in your head, filled with yearning and ache.

❝...but I can't.❞

As her words wash over you, everything becomes too much.

The room spins faster; you feel queasy, dizzy till the point your knees buckle causing you fall to the ground.

❝I truly thought all hope was lost...❞

Through the haze of dizziness, her feet come into focus. You shakily look up at her for help, a silent plea shinning in your gaze.

Shadows casted on her face making it difficult, her eyes are the only thing you can clearly see: they're tinged with sadness-and something else.

She does nothing but stare down at you, watching your suffering with a face of indifference before a warm grin slowly spread across her face. ❝Then I made you.❞

As your vision begins to fade her voice is the last thing you hear, a whisper as darkness takes you into its grasp one last time.

❝My little Traveler❞

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Even though this book is mainly for my own entertainment and pleasure, I still want others to enjoy it too!

However, there are a few things I must speak up on before this ball gets rolling:

1) This book was written by me and how I believe the stories should go. If you don't like what you reading...ya ass out.

2) I live a life outside of Tumblr, so please don't be commenting "update update!" That shit is rude and disrespectful and I don't like pressure; takes the fun out of writing.

3) Plagiarism is a HELLA big no no. Takes a lot of time and energy to even to write out a whole completed chapter other than half-assed drafts. I'm all for being ya inspiration and all, but at least tell me you're doing it.

4) Please don't come on my most recent updated chapters and comment "can you update xyz?" If there's no [1/?] behind the title, its a stand-alone chapter unless I change it.

Okay! That's all I gotta say for this. See y'all later!

[nightqueen1221]

I crave good requests so I'm just putting tags of fandoms I want requested. If you're seeing this on a tag you follow or whatever, feel free to send a request after reading my rules.(Pinned Post)

[nightcolorz]

we don’t give devils minion era Daniel enough credit bcus imagine ur boyfriend (who can kill you) has the emotional volatility of an ultra mentally ill teenager and u fight constantly and not only is this bitch prone to tantrum style throwing and breaking things when he’s angry, he can also *read your mind* and 100% is going to call u out and break down cry and scream etc over something you DIDN’T EVEN SAY OUT LOUD 😭😭 like omfg Daniel can have the most restraint in the world during an argument and his uncontrollable stream of consciousness is still going to get him in deep shit, it’s a miracle he fared as well as he did actually

[marytudorr]

Blood baths~

Lestat de Lioncourt x Afab!vampire!reader

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Warning: fingering, blood baths, lestat being a little bitch, cheating?(hes married to the reader but he’s with Louis but reader isn’t iyk), neck nibbling? I think that all xx

Also this is my first time writing smut so might not that good idk

Please like and reblog❤️

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The cherry red liquid dripped from the brass jug, as it hit the warm water it diluted and the water turned a copper colour, getting darker and darker as you continued poring. Once the jug was empty you slipped off your robe, exposing your body to the cool air of the bathroom. a great contrast to when you climbed into the tub and sank into the warm plasma.

Your muscles relaxed as you leaned back against the bath wall and you let out a sigh of content.throughout the day you had to suffer with a constant teasing from your husband, the seductive looks and gestures mixed with the fact you hadn’t fucked in nearly week due to him busying himself with Louis made you not only furious but extremely libidinous.

When you and Lestat were closer in your marriage(before he had met Louis) he had introduced to you blood baths, he wasn’t entirely fond but you became obsessed with them and you commonly took them, sometimes with him. The tradition had faded over time but recently as you became close again your desire of the baths grew with your desire of the vampire.

The metallic scent drifted through your nose straight to your head, triggering the memories of the times you and Lestat had made love while soaking in the blood of your victims. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes, arousal gathered between your thighs as lust clouded your senses.

Your hand drifted between across your stomach towards your groin, your fingers then dipped between your folds and you stated slowly circling your clit, letting out quiet gasps. As you kept stroking your bud, all your thoughts were occupied by the man who had tormented you all day.As your fingers entered your heat cause your whimpers and little sighs to get louder.

Lestat had come to find you, hoping to make you suffer a tad bit more but when he entered your chambers with a giant smirk and stopped in front of you adjoined bathroom, something caught his attention. First it was the strong scent of copper then as he got closer, it was the familiar lewd sounds he recognised to only come from you. He cracked open the door and peaked through to see you with a leg propped up on the tub wall, your hand between your legs and head tilted back. If your eyes hadn’t been closed you would’ve made eye contact with him in an instant, but alas they weren’t so he just stood there and watched.

Just as he was planning to stop you, to increase your misery, you let out a sound that froze him. “Mhm~ Lestat, fuck.” Just at the sound of his name falling from your lips he let out a quiet growl and rushed to kneel beside the bath tub, his lips right up against you ear. “Do you know what you do to me when you say my name like that, dear wife?” Lestat groaned and your eyes shot open but your movement failed to cease.

“Lestat-“ You were cut off by your husband kissing you neck passionately, nipping and biting at your sweet spot making your body jolt and volume increase. “Lestat please- please touch me” you pleaded, thanking every god out there when he started to copy your earlier actions and his hand made its way to your heat. You removed your hand and he cupped your pussy and coated his thick fingers in your arousal.

He let out a low moan at how wet you were, running his fingers back and forth until he pressed them against your entrance, slowly inching in, still teasing you. “Don’t tease,husband” you warned, but Lestat ignored you and continued to tease your hole. You whimpered and tilted your head to the side to make eye contact with him, your lips inched closer together and just as they met he shoved two fingers into you and you let out a desperate moan into his mouth.

Your lips moved against each other eagerly, moaning into one another’s mouths. You parted for breath and you glanced down towards Lestat’s hand, his sleeve was soaked in blood up to his elbow and his hand was making deliberate slow movements under the blood-stained water. You whined at this and he let out an amused chuckle. “That desperate are we? Have I left you in want all day, mon ange?” He teased.

After what felt like a century long wait, he decided to take “mercy” on you and his skilled fingers sped up, the sudden change in pace catching you off guard and making you let a shamefully loud moan. You threw your head back once again and your back arched slightly, giving Lestat a perfect view of your flushed chest and the marks he had left on your neck. Your husband began to feel elated too, the scent of the blood and your own arousal acted as an aphrodisiac to him, driving him insane.

He restarted his assault on your neck, your moans and whimpers were continuous as your stomach tightened with each trust of his long fingers. Your body thrived on the pleasure you were receiving and your back arched even more, making your nipples harden when confronted with the cool air.

“Lestat- I’m close…please” You sobbed as your turned towards him once again. He lifted his head from your neck and placed his forehead against yours, the intimacy only made the coil in your stomach tighten as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He smirked as he placed his thumb on top of your clit.

“Cum, mon cherié. Cum for me.” He commanded and you snapped, crying out as pure ecstasy took over your body and you swore you could see stars. Your body convulsed from the pleasure, twitching every time lestat would thrust his fingers into you to help you ride out your orgasm. As it faded you slumped against the bath and you had only just realised you had closed your eyes.

As you let out heavy breaths, you slowly opened your eyes only to see Lestat watching you intensely, blue eyes blown with lust. He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, making eye contact as he brought them up to his lips, sucking the cum and blood from them. “We must do this again, chère” he uttered as he stood up, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, smiling at you as he left the bathroom. You watched him in astonishment then let out an amused scoff.

If he thought that was all you wanted off him after today, he was mistaken. You silently thought to yourself as you planned out your vengeance.

[jay-wasstuff]

The official synopsis for s2 + the poster of Louis holding the bloody opera mask 😳

[loppsided]

l. de lioncourt as your boyfriend

summary: headcanons for boyfriend lestat

pairing: lestat de lioncourt x reader

wc: 302

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death/killing

a/n: writing for the best fictional vampire yep! again, requests are open, send something for any character on my masterlist! likes and reblogs appreciated.

you were turned by lestat after louis almost killed you (like claudia) and he was immediately enamored by you

buying you elaborate and expensive gifts to please you

teaching you how to play the piano and any other instrument you were interested in

him opening up to you about how he was turned, talking about how it was, being by himself

you and him growing closer that night as you consoled him

you him and louis going to fancy balls and rich parties together to find some rude upperclassmen to dine on

him helping you with the initial guilt of killing after becoming a vampire

you sharing the same hunger as him so he quickly see's himself in you

sharing a coffin together, you holding on to him as you slept while he played in your hair

a very gentle kisser, takes your chin with his fingers and tilts your head up to grasp your lips

slow dancing to orchestral music

having to deal with his anger outbursts every once and while, calming him down and reassuring him everything would be ok

him taking you to paris, milan, tokyo, anywhere you wanted to go

reading together in the huge library he built for you

him getting you the most expensive and high quality dresses or suits

him comforting you when you talk about how much you miss seeing the sun

going to plays together, laughing loudly in the back at how silly they are

him telling you everything he knows from his many years of being alive, never failing to keep you interested as he details his endeavors

you initially having a hard time getting along with him, but slowly warming up to him

debating current issues to keep yourselves entertained since nights can be boring

being spoiled by him constantly

[inklore]

crucified

premise: when his fingers slip between your open thighs you know there’s no other god you’d give yourself over to. no other god who can feed you, starve you, with such a loving hand.

pairing: lestat de lioncourt x human!reader

word count: 852

contents: blood and blood drinking, cult au, scars, inflicted wounds and cuts mentioned, foreplay, ownership kink, religious undertones.

note: if there's a sign up sheet i'm at the top of it hehe.

haunted hoedown day seven.

The cuts no longer hurt. 

No longer give your flesh that rippling sting through your nervous system for longer than seconds before the euphoria hits. 

Before the reminder of why you’re cutting yourself open with a blade to begin with. Why your fingers and wrists stain with the smell of copper for days after because you’ve bled so much for him. 

Always for him. 

The scars on your flesh only grow the longer you stay here. Stay with him. Worship him the way a man like him thinks he should be worshiped. 

Except he’s not a man.

Inhuman. 

Monster. 

God. 

The titles mean less to you than the beauty of the magic that is him. 

Lestat. 

You have a backstory. Something sad and traumatic that explains how you got to be here. How you’re on your knees in front of him, blood spilling down your arm—a new scar for him to lick clean. To heal with his tongue as he drinks from the bounty you’ve presented for him. 

A symbol of your devotion.

A symbol of your love. 

But you can’t remember anything but Lestat. Can’t think of a thought that doesn’t have him wrapped up in it. That isn’t a chant screaming out his name or making your insides swell until you have no choice but to relieve the burning. 

Sometimes with your own hand.

Sometimes, when you’ve proven yourself, he'll help you. 

Rid you of an ache that he’s caused. Take pity and use your body for selfish needs that stick with someone even after they’re no longer human. 

“It’s what you were made for.” He’ll whisper in your ear as his hips roll slowly between your thighs. 

And you’ll eat it up. Cling to him like something small and fragile who doesn’t want to be weened off the poison that gives them their only comfort. 

It’s why you showed up here tonight. Why you’re in his room, at his alter, knees digging into the hard floor, blood dripping, hooded eyes looking up at his smiling face. 

His legs spread, back against the velvet covering of the chair he’s in. 

A throne for a god. 

A monster. 

There’s a plead on your dry lips, falling down to his feet, licking his ego. It makes his hips shift, makes something in his eyes turn from hunger to starvation—something worse than thirst, than want, than need.

He loves his pets, but he loves them even more when they're bleeding for him. 

When they need him.

Elation makes a weak smile pull up the corners of your mouth as you watch him move to his knees in front of you. Joining you on the floor, showing you that yes, he’s going to give you what you want, what you need, even if that means stooping down to your level of frailty, to show his mercy. To show the kindness of a good god. A god who loves his people just as long as they’re offering up their lives in his hands.

Their blood on a perfectly scarred wrist that he’s wrapping his lips around and sucking from. 

Gasps and whimpers, head pointed towards the sky, eyes fluttering, insides burning, as he feeds from you. As he takes your offering, your gift, what he’s owed, what you’ll always give him—what you’re made for. 

His lips parting from your flesh to run the tip of his tongue over the cut, wet mouth pressing against the rough skin of past cuts he’s had his mouth against—tongue inside, fingers scooping up your devotion and pressing to your lips so you can taste the sweetness for yourself. 

“Do you like it when I bleed for you?” Your vision no longer blurry as you murmur the words. As his mouth hangs open centimeters away from yours, blood drips from his bottom lip and onto your white nightgown. 

His hand coming to hold the side of your neck, nails skating across your sensitive skin, making your jaw twitch on a silent moan. “Yes, ma petite.” He whispers before pressing his mouth against yours.

Yes, little one.

Yes, darling.

Yes, meal.

“When you taste this sweet, how could I not?” His tongue licks into your mouth, coats your tastebuds in the coppery flavor of your own devotion. Of your own demise. “Swallow it. Swallow and see why I keep you around.” His palm presses against your throat, waiting, wanting, daring you to swallow against it. 

Waiting to feel your throat bob as you do what he says and take back what you’ve offered him. Replenishing your senses with the blood that already beats within your veins to keep you alive—that you’ve relinquished to the monster who only keeps you alive when you’re spilling yourself of that life.

But when his fingers slip between your open thighs—the skillful press and pull of them—you know there’s no other god you’d give yourself over to. No other god who can feed you, starve you, with such a loving hand as Lestat can. 

When you come on his fingers, you know that this is truly what you were made for. 

You were made for him.

[madnessr]

Reunited Chapter 1

Summary: 300 years had passed since 1725, where three vampires had lost the only thing that mattered to them. Now in the year 2025, they are reunited with the one person they cannot lose again.

A poly Lestat, Louis, and Armand x Reader relationship

Warnings: Slight gore, cursing, mild angst

Word Count: 5k

Here it is guys! The first chapter to this series. Please let me know what you think, your comments make my day!

Masterlist

The Queen Mary, a ship built alongside the RMS Queen Elizabeth, was constructed to express service between Southampton, Cherbourg, and New York. The intention was to provide competition to super-liners built by European companies in the late 1920s. However, by 1965 the Queen Mary was no longer profitable and soon retired in 1967, retiring in December on the shores of Long Beach, California. 

All of this happened 31 years before you were even born, the notorious ship now growing roots against the harbor, nourishing a reputation for being hunted and cursed. Attracting self-proclaimed ghost hunters and other psychics to try and connect to the ship's past. 

But winds were changing, and in early January of 2023, the descents of Cunard White Star, the original owner of the Queen Mary, announced a revival. A luxurious experience reliving the thrills of the 1920s, promising to carry the Queen Marry across the oceans once more for a final and elegant vacation for anyone who wanted to set sail on history, departing from California and arriving in Italy. 

Social media and dedicated Queen Mary fans went wild over this news, claiming this could be the next generation of the Titanic, while paranormal enthusiasts couldn't wait to explore the ship for longer than just a night. However, you, along with many others, saw the announcement for what it actually was, a job opportunity. 

Inflation being at an all-time high since the 1980s, you, along with 63 percent of Americans who are also living paycheck to paycheck, could use the extra cash, a place to stay was a given, no matter how small the staff rooms would be on the ship, you wouldn't complain. Having nothing to lose, you handed in your resume along with hundreds of others. You felt confident in your chances of being accepted, making a note to highlight your previous career in the American Symphony Orchestra as a cello, and when worst came to shove, you also were a waitress at one point. 

The Queen Mary was not set to sail until 2025, leaving the hiring staff an entire two years to sort and select applications. Leaving you and many others in a state of radio silence. So, you promptly forgot about it. Moving on with your day-to-day life, you continued working ungodly hours, living off unfair wages, and living one day at a time. Until you had the wonderful delight of experiencing your boss, someone you furthermore supported through extra shifts and on days off, made a choice to fire you. 

Or, as she said, "Needing to let go of such a valuable employee due to the current economy." A load of bullshit if she asked you, but she didn't, and with your belongings sitting in the classic cardboard box, you made your way back to your apartment. 

Unlocking your door, letting your feet kick the old wood on its rested hinges closed behind you. You dropped the box carelessly, letting yourself sit on your second-hand couch with your head in your hands. 

You had faced many challenges since moving to America, leaving your family in Austria to make it big in the symphony orchestra only to be eventually let go by an abusive boss. Leaving you as a waitress at Denny's for the past two years. Of course, your family didn't know; how could they? 

You had left them. Had promised and gloated about your upcoming success just to end up in a shabby apartment in a dangerous area and now unemployed too. You were tired and have been for the past two years, but today was your breaking point. Like a cold shower, realization gradually washed over you, forming a heavy puddle in the pit of your stomach. You had failed. 

You wouldn't return as the prodigy you had hoped to be; you wouldn't return wealthier than when you left. Damn it, you couldn't even sustain yourself anymore; the only way you'd be returning is with a walk of shame. How were you supposed to look them in the eyes again? People who unconditionally believed in you, people you made promises to like prayers. 

You were ready to finally give up, throw the white towel, raise your flag, and surrender. You could already hear your grandmother, rotted in old sexist views, present you as an example to your younger siblings. You could practically hear her nasally voice, "Women have no place pretending to be anything they aren't." She always said that; it was almost her slogan. Whenever you had a new idea, when you aspired to be in all kinds of careers, from pilot to singer, she denied every single one. She wanted you to be a wife; nothing more or less was suitable. 

The dawning realization hit you that not only did you fail, but you proved her right too. Your young siblings looked up to you and watched you prove her wrong as you lied to them. Yet, you still pretended to be successful, that you were a part of symphonies, and that employers were constantly looking to recruit you. So not only would you return as a failure, but a liar too.

In your well-deserved moment of self-wallowing, you heard the rusty sound of your mail slit open, watching a letter fall to the floor. You stared at it, silently praying that this wasn't the icing on the cake, and your landlord decided to hand out eviction notices. Then, slowly pushing your lethargic body onto its feet, you hobbled over and picked up the letter. 

Ripping the envelope open carelessly, your eyes scanned the paper. You had been hired as part of the staff regarding the Queen Marys voyage, glancing at your calendar briefly, nearly two years after fucking applying. Due to a staffing issue provided by a system failure, you were hired as part of the waiting staff and, on occasional afternoons, a part of the on-sight orchestra. 

A dry laugh escaped you, flipping off the air as you grinned tiredly. "Not yet, grandma, not fucking yet.." 

The sound of seagulls singing, the smell of seaweed, drying kelp rotting on the shore, and the salty mist of ocean air surrounded you as you passed the crowd. It was boarding day, and you and the rest of the staff members were instructed to board early. But how was that even possible when you had to survive a sea of people instead of boarding a ship. Kids running around, clerly excited, young adults in their groups babbling about the cruise, while you and another worker, Ella, stuck out like a sore thumb in your 1920s-style work uniform. Considering that was when the ship was built and set out to sail, the owner of the Queen Mary only deemed it fitting that the boat preserved its history. 

Along with all the "excuse me's" and "pardon me's," your eyes caught on to a peculiar pair of men. Both sporting shoulder-long locks, one a cheerful blonde and the other a content-looking brunette. Their odd fashion was comparable to yours if they wore formal uniforms. But the clothes looked so ideally suited to their bodies, not an inch of fabric out of place. You just assumed they were history enthusiasts and wanted to match older decades. You caught the gaze of the blonde man, whose laughter and smile stilled as he watched you. A chill traveled down your spine as the eye contact was far too intense for your liking. Ella grabbed your arm carefully, guiding you through the crowd so you two would stay aware of the situation. Finally, you managed to get to the elevator, showing your employee passes before being able to board. 

You glanced out through the glass elevator walls, once again catching sight of the two men from earlier. Yet this time, six pairs of eyes stared at you; a look of shock and utter disbelief fell across their features. There was this incredibly odd, almost indescribable feeling of deja vu washing over you like those handsome faces were familiar. Finally being out of the rush of guests, you had a moment to stare. A man with black hair joined them, his strands of dark locks reaching further down than the others. He looked stoic, calm even, but his gaze connected with yours when you looked at him. He smiled, a gentle soft one that you barely even noticed. But it made you feel something—content. Like the man rarely ever smiled but had done so for you. Before you could fall further into your ridiculous daydreams. You looked away, feeling creeped out as the doors opened, letting you walk up the ramp and board the ship. 

The ship's interior was a work of art all on its own. The lobby, displaying a decorative wall resembling a fountain behind the reception desk, stretched from one corner to another. Several seats and booths were set up to serve as the reception worker's primary domain. Being guided through the halls, past the main entrance seating area. You passed a golden elevator; there was something old-time about it, displaying a large panel to indicate which floor it was on at the top. A large, almost clock-like arrow guided its passage. 

The staff was then split up and shown to their rooms. The halls had a fancy, royally red carpet as the floor. Beautiful golden embroidery gives it a more meaningful design as you pass the countless rooms. Having been given time to settle yourself, you glanced at your room. It looked similar to a standard, single-bed hotel room. A door leads to a closet on your right, being reflected by a body mirror parallel to it. There was a sliding door made of glass on your left, leading to a simple bathroom. A regular-sized bed and a simple bedside table on either side are in the middle of the room. You had put your suitcase against the chairs, flopping onto your bed for a moment to breathe. 

A sharp, almost tapping or knocking sound was heard from your window. Making you snap your head up; nothing should be able to hit your window, considering you were on a ship, high above the waves. Standing up, you glanced outside, watching the night nearly overshadow all the waiting guests if it weren't for the street lamps and store lights. Shrugging, you turned around once more and were later ushered to the restaurant you would serve at with Ella. But, again, given the summary of what was expected of you, you wouldn't be a waitress tonight. 

The restaurant was built to look fancy. Circular tables have neatly, if not ironed tablecloths draped over them. Two plates, four pieces of cutlery, wine glasses, and a white cloth napkin folded in a triangle on each plate. Pointing to the grand chandelier in the room's center, casting the room in a delicate orange glow. Along one side of the restaurant stood a small stage, a few instruments being displayed along with a cello. 

Tonight, you would be entertaining the dining patrons from 6:00 pm till 7:00 pm as the ship's doors finally opened to the public. So, you took your place on stage, skillfully preparing yourself for your session. 

The ship boarded similarly to airplanes, where more exclusive—or affluent passengers got to board first, following up with different groups sectioned by letters. Eventually, the calming silence in the ship slowly became something more welcoming. A soft, joyful buzz of people waiting for their upcoming vacation, or rather journey with bated breaths. 

You, on the other hand, couldn't care less. You were getting good money and had yet to decide if you were even returning to the ship to sail back to America. So instead, you might just stay in Italy for a few weeks. 

There was something so comforting in the idea of just doing as you pleased. No one to find you, just wandering down a road and seeing where it would take you. You were a day-to-day kind of person, and you saw nothing wrong with that. But recently, your days have grown to become boring. 

So, as you heard the loud roar of the ship's horn. You smiled to yourself. You had officially set sail to hopefully new and more exciting adventures. 

Gradually, guests began to appear in the restaurant. So, you started playing a casual, soft jazzy tune. Chatter filled the room, almost like a chorus as you played. You found yourself enjoying the atmosphere; everyone in this room came here for one thing: enjoyment. 

For your scheduled hour, you did nothing but play and enjoy. Playing Tchaikovsky's The Nutcracker, Waltz of The Flowers; to Saint-Saëns The Carnival of The Animals. You played it all, a gentle smile tugging at your lips whenever a note hit so beautifully. Sending shivers down your arms and goosebumps, you never failed to get when music was played. 

You hadn't changed one bit. 

Perhaps you would've grown shy while performing if you knew, but this moment had no significant meaning to you. You're just doing your job, simple as that. But what meant so little to you made dead hearts begin to leap again. What it meant for them to see you again, thriving, living, and mortal. Three-hundred unforgiving and torturous years did they spend without you. They spent years getting over your death, and while getting over you wasn't ever accomplished, continuing to survive was. Although blood lacked its taste, the night air its crispness, and music its charm. You stood there on a small stage. Single-handedly providing their miserable lives with color again. With meaning. Although they had long forgotten what it meant to be, or instead feel human again, this was the closest they'll ever get to being so vulnerable. 

Lestat, although having been the most stubborn about accepting your death, was now struggling the most to understand that you were, in fact, alive. Right in front of him, so reachable, so obtainable. But he didn't dare move, frozen in his chair as he watched you. He had dreamed of you every cursed second you were apart, and some part of him didn't want to accept this as reality. Countless nights did he awake in his coffin, arms that had been around you in his dreams now empty. He never minded how cold his skin felt, but nothing was more challenging than the loneliness you left behind. His grief denied him this moment, compared to Louis, who felt nothing but joy; he just couldn't, unlike Armand, who shared the same happiness and disbelief as Louis. 

He was certain you weren't really there. 

To wake up alone after this moment once more, after something that felt so real. So Lestat stayed where he was, silently grieving the only sun in his life that didn't hurt, and enjoyed the sight of you in front of him, alive once more. 

But before you knew it, and any of them wanted to accept, your time was up, and a young pianist came to take your place. You bowed, unaware of the three men who had watched your entire performance with bated breaths. 

As you left the scene. One thing was understood between the three of them; the world wasn't the same without you. They had been given one thing they never had themselves, a second chance. One thing was for sure, they won't lose you again.  

Now that it was seven pm, you were finally able to properly explore the renovated ship. Heading out onto the deck, the breeze gently ruffled your hair. A familiar coldness from the night air hugging you close, enveloping your entire being. You leaned over the railing, tall, half-drunk champagne glass in your hand as you chatted and joked with your newly acquired friend, Ella. A little younger than you, she was a college student who had dropped out of her recent major and decided to take a year off. To find what she really wanted to do. 

You couldn't really judge her for it; teens were forced to make such detrimental decisions way too early, in your opinion. But there was more to life than grades and results. 

A soft clearing of the throat could be heard behind you two. Turning around, you still saw one of the gentlemen from earlier. The one with shoulder-length brown hair tied neatly into a low ponytail and old-fashioned attire. You could tell that he tried looking more modern, but the way his dress shirt and waistcoat snatched his waist so beautifully, you refused to believe the man would ever wear modern-day, baggy clothes and sweatpants.

"Pardon my intrusion, ladies; I just wanted to compliment the wonderful cellist this evening." He mused, a crooked smile framing his face. Ella glanced at you, a playful, bowing smirk tugging at her lips before she nodded. "How wonderful; I'll leave you two be then. My break is over now anyways." She mused, quickly slipping away as you stood there. 

Turning your full attention to the stranger, you smiled welcomingly. This was your favorite thing about traveling. The number of strangers you meant along the way, the people, the stories, the lessons. People never seemed to become boring to you; there always seemed to be something there that always kept you intrigued. 

But something about this stranger didn't feel comparable to all those previous experiences. This man seemed to feel so familiar. "Thank you." You mused you weren't shy by all means, but this man and his companion gave you the oddest of feelings. 

"Excuse me," you began. Then, fully capturing his attention with your words, "But have we met before?" The moment the question escaped your lips an expression painted his face you couldn't quite decipher. 

"Mind if I join you?" He asked, keeping a distance before you nodded. Inviting him to stand beside you, leaning against the railing and staring out at the dark sea. The lights from the ship give the only indication of the waves beneath you, the light softly reflecting against the surface. 

"I don't think we have." The man finally responded to your previous question, his eyes watching the light reflection paint the waves beautifully. "I wouldn't have forgotten someone like you." He hummed with a playful glint as he turned to you and smiled, his forearms resting against the railing. 

"Someone like me?" You asked, chuckling at how broad that phrase was. But, of course, that could mean anything, good or bad. 

"It's a wonderful evening." The brunette mused, occasionally glancing at you as you continued sipping champagne. You awaited his reply to your question but gradually accepted that he would leave your curiosity hanging. "It really is. Have you sailed before?" You asked, attempting a light conversation. The man couldn't help but chuckle as if your question had been silly. Now getting your attention, you stared at him, eyes requesting an explanation for his outbursts. 

As if sensing your confusion, he turned around. His elbows rested against the railing along with his back. "Yes, I have, many times, actually." You nodded, "To where?" But, you added, all kinds of travel interested you, so this wasn't strictly special. 

"You'd be surprised where you can go just by ship." But, although you nodded, traveling by ship was rare besides the vacation cruise or exporting cargo. Perhaps you just didn't know better, but you didn't feel like prying or exactly learning anything at the moment either.

"You know, Mr.—"you trailed off, not knowing the man's name. He smiled at the gesture, having no problem filling in the title for you. “Louis de pointe du lac.” 

You raised your eyebrow, finding such a long name an oddity. "Well, Louis de pointe du lac–" You began again but were again cut off, "Louis. Please refer to me as Louis." 

"Well then, Louis, it was a pleasure meeting you." You mused, not noticing the minor quirk of his smile as you said his name.

"Louis!" A loud voice called in a chiding and scolding manner. The man was obviously annoyed, he was the one with blonde hair styled similarly to Louis's. However, his anger seemed to dwindle when his gaze flashed to yours. He stared for a moment, before softly bowing. You raised your hand to try and prevent the man from literally bending to you, but he simply grasped it. A touch ever so gentle as he kissed the top of your hand, cold soft lips meeting your blazing skin. “Pardon me my chérie, I’m Lestat de Lioncourt, at your service.” 

After your shock finally calmed, you couldn't help but chuckle at the theatrics of this display. Bowing sheepishly, grabbing the edges of your uniform as you did, "Hello, gentleman, I'm Y/N L/N."

The soft sound of someone clearing their throat shifted your attention again, directed at the last man with long black hair in the group. "As lovely a name as ever, I am Armand." He hummed, making you realize the soft accents they had. Louis had an American accent, Lestat carried a faint French accent, and the man who had just introduced himself as Armand sounded European. 

"How rude of us to bombard you like this chérie, care to join us for dinner? I'm afraid the night isn't getting any younger you know." Lestat mused, an eager smile stretching at his lips as he chuckled. You smiled at the offer but shook your head in refusal. "Although I'm not usually the type to deny a dinner with strangers, I'll have to pass this time. I'm too tired to provide any enjoyable company this evening." You hummed, slowly stepping away from what appeared to be a disappointed blonde. 

"Perhaps another time." You added, smiling softly as you turned to the brunette. He shook his head playfully, "Don't mind him, have a good night Y/N." You nodded, waving a little as you finally left. Entering the ship once more as you made your way to your room, letting out a small sigh. The first day of anything was constantly exhausting in your eyes, but today sure gave you hope for more eventful journeys ahead of you. 

You completed your routine rather quickly, but it was still odd to feel the occasional sway or shift of the boat. It was very subtle, but you would notice if you focused on it. Removing your uniform, you let it against one of the vacant chairs before hopping into the shower. Luckily the bathrooms were made to look more modern than the rest of the ship; you were a stickler when it came to bathrooms. Being quick to shower, you dried yourself off and put yourself in some loose clothes. You would consider yourself someone who doesn't wear specific pajamas for bed; you would wear whatever was comfortable. 

Laying down after such an eventful day was pure bliss, even though you didn't do anything that was physically exhausting. Your feet still ached from all the walking, your lower back complained from the luggage you carried, and your mental state was even more drained. If there was one thing you were ready for tonight, it was to clock out until someone would bother you again tomorrow. Turning off your night lamp, you were quick to doze off. 

Although your sleep was quick to come, it didn't stay. You sleep in two-hour increments but eventually give up after five A.M. You get dressed, not in your usual work uniform, since you would only have to check in for work late into the day. So at the moment, you were a simple guest. Stepping out of your room, you walked past the halls and suites. But you halted at the loud crash of what you could only assume was furniture tipping over. The noises erupted from the room as if a band of wild animals had been let loose. 

You should have continued walking; this was none of your business. But the thought of it being a case of domestic violence or any other situation where your interference might've helped had you backtracking. You stayed silent, letting your ears strain to make up any conversation through the door. 

"Absolutely not!" A loud yet familiar voice boomed as glass shattering followed the commotion. 

"Why the hell not?" Another voice followed; this was a heated debate between two men. "What are you waiting for, Louis?" A moment of silence, like a glass of ice-cold water, was splashed onto you. You knew these men; this must've been Louis and the other's suite. At least, that's what you assumed. 

You could hear stomping, the screeching of a chair against the wooden floor, then again silence. "Three-hundred fucking years. Three-fucking-hundred! Now you're suggesting that we let her go? Live a human life, a vulnerable, fragile, dangerous human life?" The man's voice, who you pinned as Lestats argued. But the mention of humanity, as if implying that there was something outside of that spectrum unnerved you. We're they rehearsing for some play? 

"No, that's not it, Lestat, and you know that." Louis's voice spoke calmly, but there was a clear, agitated tone. For how long have they been arguing? 

"Leaving her mortal makes her fragile, yes. But turning her could leave her hating us." The accented voice of Armand spoke, making you sincerely wonder who this 'she' was. 

"You're risking everything!" Lestat couldn't believe they had this conversation for the last hour. After your sweet self had retired for the night, there was tension between them. It wasn't until Lestat lured a slightly drunk woman into their room and decided to celebrate his lover's reappearance with a bloody gore fest. Armand had partaken, not with much interest in the human blood-bag, and Louis was his sympathetic self as he drank. It wasn't until Lestat's small comment about how cute you'd look, all bloody and desperate for blood. Fledglings were always so needy once they got a taste, and he couldn't wait to indulge you. Then, of course, there was still the probing question of who would be your sire, your maker. 

But Louis had cut him off, stating that you needed to stay human longer. To grow accustomed to them and eventually to their life. Louis understood where Lestat was coming from; perhaps he would've been more rational if he wasn't so exhausted from their argument. He sat slouched in a soft, red-cushioned chair. Rubbing his temples in an attempt to soothe his headache. He sympathized with you because he knew someone would turn you sooner rather than later. He just couldn't bear you going through the terrors he went through; he could still recall the way you had refused to turn the first time they had all met. They had foolishly allowed you to stay human for a little longer, where you had found yourself in a riot and subsequently lost your life in the raging mob. 

He would be a liar if he said he didn't want to turn you too. To have that security, they had an eternity to properly court you, but you were human. Weak and fragile, with so little time compared to them. 

Armand was the calmest in the situation. He, too, wanted nothing more than to hold you like he had always done, to share his gift with you like he had wanted to all those years ago. But you didn't want that then and didn't seem open to something so life-altering now. The risk of developing a bad relationship through actions rushed by their emotions was too risky, despite his creeping fear at the idea of you being human. If they were on a ship, there would be no civil unrest and certainly no outright threats that could actively harm you. 

His coffin has felt so empty without you; for once in his miserable immortal life did he feel at peace. All of them did, and although they all felt torn. They eventually decided to wait to develop a small relationship before changing you. 

You still stood outside, shaking your head at what you had heard. Utter nonsense, complete nonsensical sentences. Finally, you walked off, unaware that your footsteps had been heard. And three protective vampires were not too keen on the idea of someone knowing about them, about you. 

[milofrio]

hiii gotta do this again 🫠

im nic, 25, agender first gen latine.

my mom is sick and we need help getting groceries and medicine. im fucked financially.

please reblog! anything helps, even $5. please do not give me snarky comments or advice, thank you.

0/$500 (Jan 20th '24)

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[pawsomelestat]

lestat/masc reader with lestat covering reader in bites during sex and PLEASEEmore french that was so good 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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ー Bite me. ー

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amc lestat x masc reader nsfw tw ; biting, blood, mild gore, smut, overstimulation, french people /j

author's note : BITES DURING SEX !?!?!?!? MORE FRENCH !?!?!? you have become my favourite. vos désirs sont des ordres

It had been weeks since you found yourself entangled in the limbs of Lestat. The moment was something you couldn’t quite remember, it felt like a fever dream of renaissance art and sweet wine. Just to try to remember it was to feel like a lavish godlike being, laying in the soft summer night rain, eating honey and being tended to by hundreds of loyal worshippers. The memory alone was beyond orgasmic. And now you found yourself bewitched by memory’s tight grasp, you relived each second whenever you closed your eyes. The mystery of the man, the suddenness that began and ended the situation, the sound of his hazy voice sputtering out french praise. It wouldn’t leave you. Not until you found him again.

The wind echoed his words, the lamplight flickered with the same spark that was in his eye, the night’s embrace felt like it was pulling you towards him. You found yourself now, wandering the dark streets of New Orleans.. Past the club in which you had met, down the street his car was parked, and going farther throughout the lanes of the district. Each step had its own mind, you felt like you were almost sleep walking. Barely conscious mind, hypnotised by each thought of Lestat, wandering legs that controlled themselves. You didn’t know where your feet were taking you, but with each inch closer you felt his call grow louder. Louder. And louder still. Step by step you felt how he called for you, how he thought of you, how he needed you.

A pretty, expensive appearing townhouse was where your legs stopped, leaving you stood by the door filled with apprehension. You looked around, barely conscious mind now trying to recognise what was around. Houses, old streets and.. The car. That same car, there was no way it was anything else. Had you really found your way back to Lestat? After one meeting, with no mention of where to find him, with no expectation to ever see him again. What was this? The confusion, slight fear and disbelief just melted into that needy curiosity that your brain was full of, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t shake that feeling. That he was calling for you, that he needed you. Or was it that you needed him?

You cautiously knocked on the door and to your dismay it slowly creaked open almost seconds after the first loud knock. There he stood in all his ethereal beauty. Not a blemish, not a spot, it was if he was made to be perfect. His eyes shone like halos, his smirk so devilish yet charming, his hair like something from an old painting, each inch of his being looked so thought out yet effortlessly breathtaking.

“Can I help you?”

He looked you up and down as he spoke, leaning against the door with a hand cupping a crystal wine glass with a deep red liquid. The cocky tone, relaxed stance, it told you that he was expecting you. He was putting on this act to punish you, to make you squirm and stumble for words, to enjoy your flustered stuttering. But it made you think, what would he say? How did you know where he was, why did you go, what were you doing on the doorstep of a previous one night stand in the middle of the night with eyes full of desperation? There was no explanation, but somehow he looked as if he already knew each answer that you didn't.

“Well come in, I was just enjoying a nice drink.”

It seemed he grew impatient with your lack of words, now moving to let you in and outstretching his arm to show you inside. You rushed to step inside, still silent within your own confusion and bewildered thoughts. Another outstretched hand to signal towards a deep velvet couch within the next room, he wanted you to go sit and you followed that request instantly. As you sat he slowly moved to a drinks cabinet filled with all sorts of exotic looking bottles, fixing you a drink much like his own.

“La vie est trop courte pour boire du mauvais vin,”

He chuckled as he now stepped towards you and passed the glass.

“Life is too short to drink bad wine. I think that is a truthful saying, no? It can be applied to every aspect in life. I find once I have found a good wine I tend to only go for that one, I know the quality so why risk a bad flavour in something unknown?”

Was he talking about you? He found someone good and now he somehow conjured you up? The man always spoke in riddles, synonyms, poetry, never giving you just a straight piece of mind. Each sentence was yours to make the meaning of. He could never say anything wrong because it was you who interpreted it badly.

“I guess that’s why I’m here then..”

A sheepish and forced giggle slipped out with that awkward remark. Your attempt at even trying to explain what brought you here. You quickly sipped the wine, hoping maybe he didn’t hear properly and you could just play it off as some weird drinking noise or unimportant comment. His confidence and gracious ways just made you feel even more tense, filled to the brim with awkward flustered butterflies. The way Lestat looked at you with those curious eyes, half smirk, he knew what he was doing to you. And he loved absolutely every second of it. The sight of you all shy and pathetically gasping for words, your brain filled with nothing but arousal and thoughts of him, it was exactly what he wanted. But just knowing you were giving him what he wanted pushed you deeper into this feeling. Completely powerless with barely even a few words from him.

“Oh? Are you implying that I am good wine? Well why don’t you have a taste.”

The male graciously sat beside you, eyes still intently locked onto you. It wasn't an uncomfortable stare, it came from calm and almost lust filled eyes, intimidating only from your own embarrassment. Bedroom eyes. His voice rang with a familiar devious chuckle, you didn’t dare return the stare coming from his all too confident being. There was nothing inherently threatening being done by Lestat, infact he was being very kind to you, but you couldn’t help but shake slightly with anticipation like prey in the night.

“Oh non, you are shaking,”

As he spoke he slipped his large, soft hand under your chin to gently turn your face to look up to him. Your eyes locked onto his as he tucked your hair behind your ear, his gaze now softened to show an inch of compassion. They were truly beautiful eyes, like planets in the night sky, like a windswept beach, like aphrodite herself had blessed them.

“Don’t be afraid.”

You felt his spare hand slip onto your thigh as he inched closer, slowly and as elegant as ever. Placing soft kisses on your jaw at first, then gently dragging them down your neck until he reached just above your collarbone. Each kiss melted relaxation into your skin, you leant back on the velvet couch and placed the glass of wine on the mahogany side table by you.

He ran his finger along the rim of your collar, tugging at it slightly to pull it down, kisses getting rougher by the second. Rougher, longer, sharper until you felt the sensation of two sharp teeth rubbing against your sensitive skin. The feeling made your face flush with warmth, it was unusually sensual. A feeling that should strike fear but instead struck arousal.

It was gentle at first, not even piercing the skin. But it quickly became a sharp, throbbing pain making you gasp out with all sorts of breathy curses. It felt.. Good? Blood flowing, pain shocking adrenaline into your system, you slipped your hand into Lestat’s hair and held his head there to deepen the bite.

His hand which had been stroking your thigh during this now glided over to your crotch, making your face flush as he felt the hardened pressure. A small chuckle came from his lips as he felt this, leaving you to whimper partly out of shame and partly out of the feeling of his teeth retracting.

Lestat eyes met yours as he lifted his head, those stormy eyes captivating you so deeply. Words refused to come out of your mouth and suddenly you found yourself pressing against his lips, roughly and sloppily. Desperately trying to unbuckle his belt to show his manhood.

"Uh uh, rein ne sert de courir il faut partir à point. Patience my little lark."

He spoke inbetween kisses, lips brushing against yours with hot breath and passion. It didn't take him long to unbutton your shirt and throw it to the ground, he then continued placing kisses followed by small bites on your shoulders. Each bite was not as deep as the first, but they still made your hips buck and your breath hitch.

You noticed his hands fumble to his belt, taking it off during his little bites, sliding his trousers down until he was left only in pants. This was your sign for you to do the same, only you took it all off. Laying underneath Lestat, small streams of blood trickling from the bite marks, panting lust filled breaths, precum spilling from your throbbing cock. Your eyes looked up at him with sheer desperation, this just caused him to sink your teeth in deeper.

A loud choked out moan escaped your lips as you felt his length slip into you without warning, he bottomed out almost immediately.

"Ngh-Wh- What is?- You-"

You couldn't even form a sentence, your mind was too swarmed with the pleasure of all of him inside you and the burning pain of the bites. There wasn't enough blood to cause any damage, if anything this was just to appease Lestat.

"No don't try to talk, I want to hear your pretty little voice make other sounds. Don't waste it on words. Tu es si adorable quand tu cries et mauds mon nom~"

He began to thrust quickly into you, your arms now wrapping around his shoulders and scratching his back to try to grip on. Bite after bite, thrust after thrust. Your shaking legs and teary eyes just aroused him more, all you were able to say between moans and whimpers was his name.

A wave of release washed upon you, white spilling out of your twitching red cock, your body went limp. Lestat held you tight, teeth sinking deep into your neck for a final time, this time the deepest and sloppiest he had done. His pace quickened to a desperate aggression, pumping out his own warm load before slowing down too.

"Tu as un goût si doux"

The male whispered before placing a few more kisses on your neck, over the countless bites and hickeys that now littered your chest, shoulders, back and neck. He softly kissed your lips, the metallic flavour of your own blood dripping onto your tongue as he slowly slipped out of your hole. Lestat then crashed down onto the couch beside you, looking at you with a proud smirk like an artist looking at their masterpiece.

"Life is too short to drink bad wine."

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meow :3 i went ham writing this so i hope u enjoyed !!

[cece693]

Pain (Lestat de Lioncourt x Male Vamp. Reader)

This small fic came to me while looking through Pinterest. You know those little 'aesthetic' quotes? Well, it came from this one specifically:

'I loved you even when it hurt.'

This fic includes things from both the movie and TV show, so no specific Lestat was used for inspiration. Enjoy.

Summary: On the anniversary of his transformation, m/r can't help but remember his past: one that includes his ex-lover and sire, Lestat de Lioncourt.

M/n was tired. Though his outward appearance betrayed no signs of aging—no wrinkles, no gray hair, no creaking bones—the weight of centuries bore down on him. As he gazed at the midnight sun, a harbinger of his impending retreat to his coffin, m/n decided to indulge himself and spend more time out in the open. After all, this was the only time he could enjoy the new wonders of the world, yet this was not just any ordinary day. Tonight marked the anniversary of m/n's transformation into one of the undead.

Reflecting on the past, m/n reminisced about the persuasive allure of Lestat, the vampire who had sweet-talked his way around rationality, promising a life brimming with pleasure and abundance. In the initial decades, it was a splendid existence.

Lestat had a way of making m/n feel truly special. The once mundane aspects of mortal life were now elevated to extraordinary heights in the vampiric realm, and Lestat made sure m/n felt the full extent of his newfound powers.

There were moonlit strolls through shadowy alleyways, where Lestat shared the secrets of their immortal world. He spoke of the intoxicating thrill of the hunt, the taste of forbidden blood, and the freedom that came with transcending the limitations of mortality. Lestat created a world where every moment felt like an eternity of bliss. However, m/n should've known his novelty would wear off. Lestat was a man driven by desire and ambition, wanting to taste the newest and finest things in life. What would m/n offer to such a monster who had already taken everything? So when Lestat's attention was redirected to another human named Louis, m/n felt pain.

He was angry at Lestat for casting him aside, yet the blame couldn't be placed on him alone—m/n should've known that a creature such as Lestat could never be tied down, despite how much he proclaimed to love you. So, when the ethereally beautiful vampire introduced Louis as his newest creation, a realization dawned on m/n. Lestat wasn't his anymore.

And Louis, the unwitting figure in their love triangle, bore no blame for his and Lestat's fallout. M/n grappled with conflicting emotions, attempting to cultivate hatred towards the vampire who seemed to have stolen Lestat away. Yet, against his own efforts, all he could muster was pity. For as much as Louis and Lestat showcased their 'love' through tender kisses and clandestine touches, m/n saw through the facade.

In the quiet moments when Lestat thought no one was watching, m/n observed the flickers of longing and boredom in the vampire's blue eyes. It became evident that the passion between Louis and him, while palpable, was also marred by perpetual restlessness. Not even months into Louis' stay did the cracks in their relationship begin to manifest themselves.

"Out with Antoinette?" Louis would hiss, the accusatory tone hanging heavy in the air, ensuing another argument between the two. As the discord between Louis and Lestat escalated, M/n found himself unwittingly becoming a refuge for Lestat. The vampire, seeking solace in the familiar, turned to M/n whenever the storms of conflict raged with Louis. In those moments of anger, Lestat was M/n's again, yet it also drove him to the brink of madness and unhappiness.

He had days, if lucky, where things would go back to how they were—a semblance of the love they once shared. But whenever the storms settled between Louis and Lestat, m/n would be relegated to loneliness once more. One day, unable to bear the emotional rollercoaster any longer, he confronted Lestat. The air was thick with tension as they stood facing each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between them.

"You can't keep doing this, Lestat." M/n pleaded, the frustration and anguish evident in his voice. "Keep me here when you clearly love Louis. How would you like it if I were to do the same?"

M/n regretted saying anything as Lestat's eyes darkened, and a snarl emerged on the vampire's lips. In a sudden, swift motion, Lestat pinned m/n to the wall, his grip firm and possessive. The room seemed to close in as Lestat hissed, "You belong to me."

"I don't belong to anyone." M/n retorted, anger engulfing his body.

Lestat laughed coldly in his face, grip tightening, he smirked. "That's where you're wrong, love," he taunted, his voice dripping with both amusement and cruelty. "I own you…"

The possessive declaration sent a chill down m/n's spine, his anger giving way to a growing sense of unease. Lestat's dark laughter reverberated in the confined space, echoing the shifting power dynamics between them. Trapped against the wall, m/n felt the weight of Lestat's control, a dominance that left him conflicted and vulnerable.

Lestat's smirk widened, his gaze predatory as he continued, "You're mine to protect, mine to control. I've tasted your blood, felt your heartbeat sync with mine. You're bound to me in ways you can't comprehend."

M/n, trapped against the wall, felt a cold chill run down his spine at Lestat's words. The once cherished intimacy between them now felt like chains, binding M/n to a fate he hadn't fully understood.

In a moment of intense emotion, Lestat, fueled by the strange dance of power and desire, leaned in, capturing m/n's lips in a possessive kiss. The meeting of their mouths was both a declaration of dominance and a desperate attempt of Lestat's to re-establish his control over m/n. Perhaps, in his pursuit of novelty and excitement, he had unknowingly neglected his first creation in favor of the alluring Louis. However, what neither m/n nor Louis knew was that, hidden beneath the layers of Lestat's charismatic exterior, there existed a capacity for love.

As Lestat's lips sought dominance in the heated kiss, there was an intricate play of emotions beneath the surface.

The neglect that m/n had felt wasn't an absence of love but rather a reflection of Lestat's internal struggle to navigate the complexities of immortal relationships. Lestat, a vampire with a history of numerous lovers, had reveled in the pleasures of passion without feeling a deep emotional connection—until m/n entered the picture. Even his intense relationship with Louis didn't compare to the profound connection he shared with m/n.

As the intensity of their heated kiss began to wane, Lestat pulled away, his eyes fixed on m/n with a mixture of possessiveness and intensity. "If you dare to run away," Lestat whispered, "Know that I'll drag you back to my side. And that's a promise."

[k-nayee]

In the cold, vast expanse called space...

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...you are the center of my universe.

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ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑 ᵇᵗˢ | SUN ❝draw me in and set me aflame...you are the center of it all❞

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐎 ᵇⁿʰᵃ | MERCURY ❝whispering secrets of the universe...you swiftly take the cosmic stage❞

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑 ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱ-ᶠᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐˢ | VENUS ❝cloaked in mystery and allure...your beauty harbors an untamed fire❞

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ᵏⁿʸ | EARTH ❝blue jewel in the vast void...you cradle life and myriad dreams❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 ᵇⁿʰᵃ | MOON ❝closest confident...in your phases we find our reflection❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 ᵗᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵒˡᶠ | MARS ❝stained by iron...your silence reveals tales of valor and endeavor❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁱʷᵗᵛ | JUPITER ❝majestic monarch of the skies...your storms hold hearts greater than earth❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 ʰᵃⁿⁿⁱᵇᵃˡ | SATURN ❝ringed maestro...your icy dance echos a symphony of beauty❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ʰᵒᵗᵈ | URANUS ❝leaning on your side, you spin...spin an axis of rebellion and uniqueness❞ [COMING SOON!]

ੈ✩‧₊ ̗̀➛ 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐗 ʲʲᵏ | NEPTUNE ❝from a distance you watch...gaze encompass a solitude unknown❞ [COMING SOON!]

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[nightqueen1221]

So, today I got a bit of an interesting book by the name, "Interview with the Vampire" and was wondering...

My mom said she's pretty sure she has "The Vampire Lestat" and she'll give it to me once I finish the interview, don't know if that would bring anymore characters into requests tho. (I'm only going to do the books and movie, none of the TV show)

[prettykittycastle]

He Could Never Understand

Summary: Louis would never understand, Lestat thought. He would not get how addictive you are.

(The reader is gender-neutral. The ethnicity/race is preferably of color.)

(Content Warning: missionary, some French talk, P in V)

French Translation:

Mon Amour - My love

Tu m'appartiens. Et seulement à moi - You belong to me. And only me.

Ange - Angel

Louis could never know, Lestat reminded himself as he lowered his head between your legs, his light eyes glued to your growing wetness. He had barely touched you and you were already beginning to drip onto your bedsheets. All day he had been thinking about tasting your sweetness again, and finally he was going to.

Louis mustn't know, he told himself, leaning forward and slowly running his tongue up your center, savoring the juice that was flowing from you. Groaning at the taste, he closed eyes before closing his lips around your clit, already swollen from just being looked at, and lightly sucked on the pleasure bud.

"Lestat," you moaned lightly, gripping the bedsheets.

Opening his eyes, he brought a finger to your entrance, inserting it in with no trouble and quickly curled it, knowing it would make you moan louder.

"Oh," you let out, before letting go of the bedsheet and placing your hand over your mouth.

Pushing another finger in, he sucked harder on your bud, moaning at the feel of your juices beginning to run down his hand.

Louis would never understand, he told himself, curling his fingers harder inside you, rubbing against that spongy spot that he knew would have you rolling your eyes and crying out in need.

"Lestat," you whispered, your voice sounding weak behind your hand, hoping to not wake anyone in your home. "Please."

"I want it," he told you as he's told you every night before this one and will tell you every night after.

"Okay," you said, as you have said every night before this one and will say every night after. You opened your legs wider for him, eager to feel him inside you again.

At your agreeance, he placed a soft loving kiss on your clit, like he'd done every other night, and slowly pulled his fingers from inside you, a small rumble going through him at the sight of your slick on his fingers. He quickly brought them to his mouth to suck on then undid his pants, sliding them down to the floor, before crawling onto the bed, over your body till you and him were eye to eye.

"Will it always be mine," Lestat asked you, lowering his head closer to yours, your lips almost touching each other. You could feel him positioning his member at your entrance, the head lightly teasing you.

He asked you this every time he came to visit you, and like every other time, your answer was the same: "Always yours and only yours." And with that, he entered you, your cunt welcoming him in with little resistance. As usual, he didn't care whether or not your family came into the room and moaned loudly at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, while you tried to keep your hardest to keep your voice down. Even though it had only been a few days, since last time he was in you, it felt like it had been ages since he last felt the sweet warmth of your inner walls squeezing his cock. Louis would never get it, he told himself, sinking himself deeper into you, until he finally bottomed out.

"Mon amour," He moaned, closing his eyes, enjoying the way you clenched around him at the endearment, more wetness flooding around him. You both knew he didn't mean it and that his actual 'amour' was between your legs.

As usual he waited a second, making sure you were comfortable before he slowly pulled out, then thrust back in, forcing a loud moan to escape your mouth.

You both knew this was wrong and you knew it shouldn't go on any longer (shouldn't have even begun in the first place), but there was something that kept pulling yourselves to one another. Louis and Claudia thought that Antoinette was his only mistress, but he also had you. He didn't consider you a mistress though, more like a secret love of his that unlike Antoinette, he would never get tired of.

To you, Lestat was the toxic evil thing that your family had warned you to stay away from. The type of company that they feared would corrupt you, and they had been right. They had arranged many suitors for you, ready to marry you off, but each one, you turned down. They didn't know that at night, the real suitor, the one who eagerly came through your bedroom window to talk and regularly rearrange your guts, was the reason for your refusals. You tried to explain to him that at some point you will have to accept an offer, but Lestat had told you that if you did, you would still belong to him, and you would not be allowed to have sex with whoever you chose.

I'm not fond of sharing, he had told you.

Even as he fucks you into the bed, his cock plunging deep within you over and over, you could see a certain type of fondness mixed with possessiveness in his eyes. He even fucked you like he was staking some claim on you. With every gasp and squeak he fucked out of you, his cock grazed that same spongy spot inside you, making the already burning fire inside you get hotter and hotter.

"Tu m'appartiens. Et seulement à moi." He repeated that same phrase with every thrust the closer he got. You've asked him before what it meant, but he told you that it wasn't important.

"Oh God, Lestat," You whimpered, spreading your legs wider and raising them higher till they sat on his shoulders so he could fuck you harder, which he quickly did. You didn't have to look down to know that you were beginning to make more of a mess on the sheets, even with your human ears, you could hear it clearly. Looking up at him, you saw one side of his mouth curl up in a type of snarl and you knew that he could hear it too, probably even smell it.

"Let go for me, ange," he demanded of you, lowering his head to place a kiss between your eyes, the action being a deep contrast with how roughly he was fucking you. "Let go for me."

Closing your eyes, you felt his cock hit your spot one more time, triggering a wave of euphoria going through your body so strong that you couldn't help the loud cry that you let out. So loud was your cry that even Lestat had to place his hand over yours help to muffle you. You knew that he didn't care about being too loud, but he only did it for your sake.

"Good, ange, good," he told you, still continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, his eyes almost closing at the wonderful fluttering of your walls around his cock, your juices flooding him.

It was something about you, he thought, speeding up his thrusts, your wetness and tightness finally bringing him to his orgasm. Something about you was so incredibly addictive that he couldn't let go of it, of you. At least not until he made you cum at least three more times and he came inside you a couple of more times as well.

[marytudorr]

About lestat and vampy reader

Maybe shes the reason lestat turned into a vampire

Like, hes greatest love?

He made her turn as well and she got scared a ran away, he never gave up finding her tho

This man is a brat

Stop I love this idea sm!

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Lestat would be pissed off to no end, he gives his sweetheart the gift of eternal life and she repays him but running off? He would literally search to the ends of the earth for her and when he eventually find her… she is in for it.

Lestat would walk into yandere territory and never let her go again, he’d remind her who she belongs to, who turned her, who loves her most. He would keep her by his side forever.

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Im srry if this is badly written xx