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More Than Enough - Chapter 3

I posted this a little over a week ago and forgot to link to it. Anyway! Chapter 3!

Here's a snippet of Louis loving on his wife - and some fun gendery thoughts. Smut ahead!

Being in love with Lestat has its ups and downs, but Louis is never short of reasons to love her. He loves her with every cell in his body. He loves her more than any language is capable of describing. He loves her so much it makes him a little crazy—even for a vampire. When Louis glances back up at Lestat, she's looking down at him with unabashed fondness in her gaze, almost like she can hear what's going on in his head. Louis' stomach floods with a warm, easy affection.

"You're beautiful," he says reverently. "I love you."

Lestat's response is blunt and demanding. "You promised me you'd suck my clit."

Louis laughs. It's all he can do in the face of a response that is so very Lestat. After one last wet kiss to each nipple, he makes his way down Lestat's chest, licks along her happy trail, buries his face in her pubes. Louis loves it when Lestat doesn't shave. She used to, quite frequently, back when she was still figuring out what it meant for her to be her. Louis loved that, too. It was fascinating watching her explore the world of womanhood and femininity, learning what suited her and what didn't. It was like watching a flower bloom. He could see Lestat peeling back the layers, working her way towards what felt most authentic for her. It was like Louis had been looking at her through frosted glass all this time; he'd had an idea of the real Lestat, but there was always something in the way.

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More Than Enough - Chapter 2

I just posted chapter 2! Enjoy transfem Lestat and Louis admiring her considerable considerables!

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Louis kisses her hair, rubs his hands up and down her back. "You gonna let me finish getting you undressed so we can get in the shower?"

It takes Lestat a moment to calm herself enough to speak. When she does, it's after heaving a heavy sigh, as though his offer is an inconvenience. "If you must."

"You say, like you aren't bursting at the seams at the prospect of getting pressed into a mattress and fucked till you can't think straight."

Lestat leans back and flicks her hair dramatically back over her shoulder. "You can't read my mind. You'll never prove it."

Louis laughs. "Don't need to read your mind to prove it," he reminds her, "not when I can see how wet you are. Your panties really don't hide much, baby."

Lestat's cheeks get just a touch pinker. "How presumptuous of you, Louis. That might be the result of anything. Perhaps I was looking at nude pictures of myself before you came in. How are you to know that my bodily functions are in reaction to you?"

Louis kisses her cheek again, and it's definitely warmer than it was before. "Hmm, you're right. How silly of me."

"It's alright. I forgive you."

Louis laughs. He can't help but laugh. She's so… infuriating isn't the right word, he isn't actually annoyed with her. She's just… silly. She's funny. She's the same Lestat Louis remembers from their early years, but she's lighter, now. Less angry. More playful. It suits her a great deal.

Louis sinks slowly to his knees, settling when Lestat's crotch is at eye-level. He kisses the front of the very damp, sheer fabric that clings to her already half-hard clit. Even soft, Lestat barely fits most of the panties that she owns. Louis loves watching her get dressed, loves watching the care with which she cups her clit and positions it to sit properly within the garment she has chosen to wear that night. It's difficult, even in this day and age, to find underwear that accommodates her, but that doesn't deter her. It certainly helps that she has a husband who has cash to burn; she can afford to spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars until she finds a pair that fits just right. Even if Louis didn't have the money for it, it would be worth it just to sit and watch her try on pair after pair after pair. Louis has often thought to himself that Lestat would make one hell of a model, though he recognises he might be just a tad biased.

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I Made These, I Made You

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Explicit Main tags: Established Relationship, Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, POV Lestat de Lioncourt, Bottom Lestat de Lioncourt, Possessive Lestat de Lioncourt Words: 4,406

Lestat is enthralled by her most beautiful and most perfect fledgling Louis. Louis is getting real tired of Lestat sticking her fingers in his mouth while he's trying to work.

You can find it here on AO3, and enjoy a little taste below:

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Louis sighs. He looks back at her and bares his teeth. Lestat quivers in delight as she watches his fangs descend, and they're barely extended to their full length before she leans in to run her tongue over them. Louis sighs into her mouth, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head. 

Oh, oh, Louis' fangs are truly magnificent. Of all her fledglings, Louis is the one she is easily the most proud of. To be fair, she had such a wonderful canvas to work with; Louis was a marvel long before she landed on the shores of America. Lestat just came along and tided up the edges. And how wonderfully they have been tidied!

These particular edges are actually rather sharp. Lestat presses harder against his fangs, slicing open her tongue, and Louis groans as her blood blooms in his mouth. He makes a little noise of complaint, but Lestat clutches harder, presses deeper. He's beautiful, so so so beautiful. Her fledgling. Her husband. Her companion. Her Louis.

Louis tugs away from her and Lestat attempts to follow, but he presses a hand to her forehead and gently shoves her away. 

"Alright, enough," Louis grumbles. "God, you're lucky I don't need to breathe." Still, Lestat notices him licking her blood off his bottom lip.

"Okay, you can continue whatever boring thing it was you were doing," Lestat says, clambering back out of his lap.

"This boring thing is funding your touring, little missy!" Louis calls after her.

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Behold, a (slightly horny) snippet from chapter 2 of 'More Than Enough':

Lestat steps under the spray of hot water and shivers in delight. Louis takes a seat on the bench in front of her, just watching the water cascade down her body. It truly is a gorgeous sight, and Lestat knows it. She smirks when she catches Louis looking at her, running her hands up and down her chest and belly teasingly. If Lestat's manager ever lets her start that OnlyFans she keeps talking about, she's going to make a killing.

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More Than Enough - Chapter 1

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Tags: Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, POV Louis de Pointe du Lac, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Transphobia, Drink Spiking, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Murder, Dissociation, Blood, Mild Gore, Explicit Sexual Content, Showering Together, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Clit Sucking, Cock Warming, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling Words: 6,314

After an unpleasant encounter with a man on her night out, Lestat decides to bring him home for Louis to deal with—and deal with him, Louis does. The rest of Louis' night is spent loving on his wife and showing her that she is woman "enough". More than enough. She is his everything.

No sex this first chapter (soz) but we'll get there! I've finished writing it, we're just editing!

You can find it here on AO3, and enjoy a little taste below:

Lestat giggles as Louis presses his mouth to hers, smiling against him.

"Are you sure you're alright, baby?" Louis asks. He barely pulls back enough to ask the question, his lips brushing against Lestat's as he speaks.

Lestat seems to delight in the proximity, rubbing herself up against Louis like a happy house cat. "Mmm. I wanted to kill him, Louis. I wanted to kill him so badly, but I thought you'd like the opportunity."

Louis kisses her lips, her nose, her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. He loves her. "I would. I do. I love you."

Lestat shudders and squirms as he leaves his warm, slightly damp trail of kisses over her skin. "You love me?"

Louis hums and pulls her tighter against him. "I do. You know that."

Lestat nods. Their lips trail over each other. "I do."

"You're my beautiful girl, you hear me?" Louis rests his hands on either side of her head, cradling her like she's the most precious thing in his world (which is true, of course). "I don't want to hear you saying you're not a real woman. That's bullshit, and we both know it. You're my girl—my wife. You're woman enough for me. More than enough. More woman than anyone I know. The most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on."

Lestat's fingers dig into Louis' flesh, and her heart races in a way that would tell Louis she's getting hard. Though, considering Louis can feel her clit poking him through her dress, that's a bit of a moot point. "Yeah?" she whispers.

"Yeah."

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New Fic: Not Coming Home

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Mature Main tags: Post Season 2, Getting Back Together, Rock Star Lestat de Lioncourt, Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, Hurt/Comfort Words: 8,787

Louis returns to Lestat after discovering the truth about Armand's involvement in the play. The rebuilding of their relationship is a slow one, occurring in fits and starts. The process of two hearts learning to beat in sync again is not an easy one, and sometimes you need a little Maroon 5 to help ease it along.

I actually finished this a couple weeks ago, but it turns out the tummy ache I had while editing and posting was my appendix exploding. I had to go to the hospital before I got a chance to post about it.

Anyway! It's here on AO3, and a little taste below:

Louis' next visit to New Orleans coincides with one of Lestat's concerts. She'd be an idiot to think that was a coincidence. Louis walks into Lestat's dressing room right as Larry comes down her throat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Louis asks.

Lestat pulls back and wipes her mouth on her sleeve. "Pissing off my vocal coach, probably. Why?"

Ignoring Larry entirely, Louis grabs her arm and yanks her out of the room, pulling her out into the corridor. Lestat is vaguely aware of the sleeve of her shirt protesting as Louis manhandles her. He crowds Lestat up against the wall.

"What are you doing?" Lestat snaps. "At least rip my shirt somewhere exciting."

"So, what, you're fucking your bandmates now?" Louis asks, a familiar fire in his eyes.

"Yes? I had thought that was obvious."

"Seriously?"

"You have made it perfectly clear that you are not ready to be in a relationship."

"We aren't ready for that."

"You can't decide that for me, Louis. You aren't ready, that is fine. But you don't get to tell me how I feel."

"I'm not trying to—"

"The last time we saw each other, you said to me, and I quote, 'Do whatever you want, I don't care'."

"I didn't mean this!" Louis throws his hands up. "Are you serious? Fucking around with anyone who will stand still for long enough?"

"I don't have time for you right now," Lestat says. She doesn't like fighting like this. It's going to make her cry, which in turn is going to ruin her makeup. She doesn't like ruining her makeup with tears unless it's for a fun reason, like sucking someone's cock. "I have to get ready to perform. Enjoy the show, Louis."

She is already walking away before he can reply, rushing down the corridor that takes her towards the stage. There is still time before they're on, but Louis probably doesn't know that. Once she finds an empty corridor she spends a few minutes just pacing back and forth, stewing in her rage.

How dare Louis? And after their last conversation, in which he specifically told her he didn't care what she was doing! Lestat kicks the wall, misjudging both her own strength and the strength of the wall as her foot goes clean through it. She yanks it back, scattering chunks of drywall on the floor. She needs an outlet, or she's going to explode and do something stupid like tell Louis to get fucked in front of a crowd of approximately 70,000 fans.

Actually... now that she thinks about it, that sounds like a great idea. There isn't time to write anything new, so she might just have to borrow something from someone. She racks her brain for a moment and then pulls out her phone to look up breakup playlists on Spotify.

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New Fic: Blood on His Hands

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Explicit Main tags: Hurt/Comfort, Flashbacks, Blood and Injury, Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, Fingering, Hand Jobs Words: 8440

In which Lestat accidentally reminds Louis of the fateful night of their parting in New Orleans, and then they lovingly take care of each other. Featuring Genderstat in the world's smallest crop top.

It's here on AO3, and a little taste below:

She puts her toothbrush back on the shelf and Louis joins her under the water. They wrap their arms around each other, and for a moment Louis loses himself in the feeling of so much naked skin against his own. He can feel her heartbeat; slow and steady. Not like the night Louis killed him. This isn't like that night. She's not going to die. Not by Louis' hand, not by anyone else's.

After a moment Louis retrieves a bar of soap and lathers up his hands. He pulls Lestat out of the water just slightly, touching her chin to get her to tip her head back. Carefully, he runs his soapy hands over the blood on her neck. It's already dry, so it's a bit stubborn, but after a few minutes of gentle massaging, it's gone. He continues running his hands over her throat and neck. There are no marks, no nicks, nothing hidden under the blood.

Louis makes his way down her body like that, soaping up his hands and gently washing every inch of her. She doesn't say a word during this, happy to be directed as Louis makes his way methodically down her body. By the time Louis has finished, all the way down to scrubbing the bottoms of his feet, he's finally beginning to feel like he can breathe again.

He stands back up and wraps his arms back around her, nuzzling her throat.

"Are you satisfied? Do you believe me when I say I'm okay?" Lestat asks.

Louis nods. When he closes his eyes, Louis still sees him, lying on the floor surrounded by his own blood, but that version of Lestat is gone when Louis opens his eyes. It's just Louis and Lestat right now. Just Louis and Lestat. Safe and loved. Safe and loved and together.

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New Fic: Public Displays of Devotion

Relationship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Louis de Pointe du Lac Rating: Mature Tags: Rockstar Lestat de Lioncourt, Trans Lestat de Lioncourt, Etablished Relationship, Sharing Clothes, Hickeys Words: 2032

Read it here on AO3, or have a little taste first: (NSFW!)

Louis considers her for a moment and then leans in to kiss her. He nips at Lestat's lips, and then gently presses his face to the side, leaning down slightly to mouth at her neck. Lestat moans in ecstasy when he bites, hard, without his fangs, before sucking on the same patch of skin. Lestat can feel her cock twitching at the thought of it; of having a hickey just barely visible under the neckline of her hoodie, both put there by her husband. She can't help the desperate little sound she lets out at the thought of parading around for the rest of the day like this. And who could blame her, really? When one finds themselves blessed with the wonders of Louis' love and affection, as Lestat does, there really is only one option; complete and utter worship. She wears Louis' marks with pride, she saunters around in Louis' clothes shamelessly, and she struggles to go more than a couple of hours without speaking of the man she has devoted herself to. She is completely and utterly enamoured, and there is no other way she would rather be.

Eventually, Louis pulls away from Lestat's throat, and though she whimpers and leans forward, Louis just presses a kiss to her forehead. "That's all you're getting. I'm not sending you back out there looking like you've been mauled."

"Is it visible, Louis? Is it obvious? Will everyone be able to see my devotion to you? Will they all be able to see that you have put your lips on me?" Lestat shivers with pleasure. "It is a travesty that these marks never last. I suppose I will just have to pester you to leave them on me more frequently. I cannot bear the thought of anyone not immediately recognising your claim over me."

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12 Nights of Christmas — Night 12: Ice Skating

If you want to read about Louis' unconventional plot to save his accident-prone husband from hurting himself during their annual ice skating trip with Claudia, this is the one for you!

Unfortunately, the fourth time might not be the charm.

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12 Nights of Christmas — Night 11: Santa's Little Helper

If you're in the mood for some Christmas family fluff (in which Claudia catches Lestat with "Santa") and then Louis and Lestat being horndogs once their daughter is in bed, today's the day!

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12 Nights of Christmas — Night 10: Stolen Kiss

And this one is a cute little Loustat one, featuring rock star Lestat and his husband Louis who has always tried to stay out of the limelight. That might be about to change!

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12 Nights of Christmas — Night 9: Ugly Christmas Sweaters

This is a fun one! If you're ready for Lestat going tits out at a Christmas party (that may or may not have been organised to help smooth over him eating a crew person) and then having a Gender Moment about said tits, enjoy!

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This is my sideblog, my main is @magnificenttragedysandwich, and there's more happening over there.

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 8: Holiday Party

Tonight's episode follows Louis and Lestat in the aftermath of a drunken hook-up after their work Christmas party. Starring: hangovers, potato puns, bottom Lestat, and a surprising amount of falling in love for two people who only just met!

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 7: Angels

And today I have decided to go with snow angels - prepare for cuteness of Louis experiencing his first snow, and Lestat taking him through all the joys that come with it.

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Every time I am tagging my fics, I am one click away from disaster:

Featuring a sneak peek of an upcoming fic 👁️🫦👁️

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12 Nights of Christmas - Night 6: Bookstore

Do you want a meet-cute with single dad photographer Louis and musician Lestat? With a filthy follow-up in the works? Feast upon this: