#iwtv kink meme

[indelicateink]

(eta: went ahead and made this request with a vampires-are-known universe hays-code-esque porn violations)

okay so Anne Rice’s son Christopher had responded to a tweet at some point in which it was jokingly concluded that lestat would’ve been in porn and lol, that Armand would’ve reported the filming for code violations

which is fucking hilarious, and I, of course, desperately needed to beg for a crack 5+1 of this on the iwtv kink meme, and went over to type that up, but—

BUT GOOGLE WILL NOT TELL ME WHAT CODE VIOLATIONS ON AN ADULT FILM SET ARE. and I get CR was making a joke, but gdi I’d love to read this! we need this for science

the big ones on a film set of that nature are (1) you have to be of age (o b v i o u s l y; doesn’t even need to be in the fic); and (2) at least in Cali as far as I can tell, you have to glove up. (and then state by state, city by city, at least in the US, there are codes about where you can locate your sexually oriented business, what it’s allowed to be, etc). (edit: getting tested is also important, but not the kind of thing that can be visually flagged by armand after a viewing)

that’s it. my google skill may be weak.

beyond that i’m sure there are codes to be followed on any film set, but I can’t find them. (and lbr, it would be more hilarious to have specific porn codes to break.)

I guess he could be breaking the very specific rules a production company privately likes to go by, and somehow armand knows those? or the TOS on the site he cams on?

I throw myself on the mercy of my fellow iwtv tumblees, all in good fun: lestat is out there violating codes in porn and armand is dutifully calling those in one at a time. please help: wtf is the man doing? (that is not super DARK, but IS hilarious.) [ETA: okay, possible solution added at top of post]

(fwiw, imho lestat’s husband louis is fine with the career, is aware armand is gonna armand, and is honestly too busy with his art curation/brokering/etc career to give more than a passing interest to these shenanigans, and is happy to watch the final products of an evening with his boo)

if I have to make this alternate universe/scifi/fantasy I will, but irl is possibly funnier. please help me perv. for science. and the reading pleasure of the greater community.

[vampire-dove]

IWTV Kink Meme Fill (2)

Love Has Flooded (Rain In Venice)

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Armand x Marius de Romanus

Prompt: Marius x Armand. Any rating, any idea, I'd just like more of them. Also totally cool with exploring their dynamic in the show rather than the books

Summary: Armand was fifteen years old when he properly lost his virginity. At least, that was what Marius told him. He didn’t remember his own birthday or how many had passed since the time he was born. Apparently, the brothel keeper had provided Marius with an estimated date, likely a completely fabricated one, because Marius had asked for one. However, he discarded the information and told Armand his birthday was the day that Marius had brought him home. Armand was content with this, simply grateful to have a birthday at all. 

Additional tags: Loss of virginity (Armand sees it that way), consensual sex, past rape/noncon, rape recovery, small penis worship, body worship, Marius' canonical ankle kink, oral sex, anal fingering, rimming, gentle sex, creampie, top Marius, bottom Armand, sub Armand, crying during sex, aftercare, overstimulation.

Words: 2,369

Armand was fifteen years old when he properly lost his virginity. At least, that was what Marius told him. He didn’t remember his own birthday or how many had passed since the time he was born. Apparently, the brothel keeper had provided Marius with an estimated date, likely a completely fabricated one, because Marius had asked for one. However, he discarded the information and told Armand his birthday was the day that Marius had brought him home. Armand was content with this, simply grateful to be safe and to have a birthday at all. 

Marius had treated him so well on his birthday. A lot of memories were blurry and blank for Armand, but he could remember this day in almost perfect detail. He could remember the taste of the wide array of food Marius had given him. It was the first time Armand could remember having access to so much food and Marius had only stopped him because he was eating too fast, promising that he could have more later. He could remember how warm the water had been when Marius bathed him, washing his hair and scrubbing his skin. 

Armand’s hair had been clean and still a bit damp when Marius finally took him to a grand bedroom. The space was so beautiful and Marius had told him it was all his. He couldn’t believe the good fortune he had found himself in, waiting to wake up and to be back in the brothel. Marius had laid him down on the large bed and it was softer than anything he had experienced, feeling as though he could sink into it. Marius had been fair about their bodies and stripped himself down to match Armand’s own nudity. 

When Marius had first purchased Armand, he had held his face gently between his hands and called him a cherub. Yet now, it was Marius himself that seemed to be an angel. His hair was so blonde it looked almost white and curled delicately near the ends, and Armand longed to bury his fingers in it to see if it was as soft as it appeared. Every inch of Marius was pure perfection, smooth skin and body hair so light that Armand might have originally thought he had none. Armand had never before felt so overcome with desire for someone. 

Armand’s thoughts reminded him that Marius was not an angel. If Armand himself was an angel then he must be something far higher. A God. Marius had given him the name Amadeo, lover of God. It fit him perfectly, he would worship Marius as long as he was allowed to. Even on their first night together when Armand was still nervous that Marius would hurt him, he was overcome with a sense of trust for the other. He felt protected by Marius and he already knew he would worship Marius’ mercy for as long as he could. 

Marius’ body was colder than anyone else’s that Armand had touched and he couldn’t keep himself from gasping when Marius eased down on top of him. A soft laugh had escaped Marius and lips were brushed over Armand’s warm cheek. It was odd, further solidifying Marius was something more than human, but Armand didn’t mind. Marius was perfect, regardless of if his body was cold and seemed to be marble more than skin. It was odd kissing him, both because Armand had not been kissed very often by this point and because of the lack of warmth. 

Those lips had touched every part of Armand’s body that night. He had teased Armand with his lips and tongue for what seemed to be hours, roaming over each inch of clean skin. Armand had giggled when Marius’ lips brushed across his ribs and stomach, tickling the sensitive skin. He had gasped when those same lips wrapped around one of his nipples, tongue rubbing at it until it hardened beneath his ministrations. 

“Master,” Armand had whined and squirmed, cheeks going pink when he felt the diminutive organ between his own thighs rubbing up against Marius’ chest. It had grown erect and had begun to leak, spreading warm wetness in a sticky streak up Marius’ skin. If Marius noticed this, he did not mention it. He kissed down along Armand’s skin, but avoided his cock altogether. It earned another whine, though Armand knew better than to expect to be touched. Already, Marius was touching him far more than most people did. 

Kisses were pressed along Armand’s thighs, small marks sucked into the inner skin that made Armand gasp. Lips pressed over his knees and down his shins, only stopping once he reached Armand’s feet. Long fingers wrapped around Armand’s foot and drew it closer to Marius’ mouth, Armand laughing above him when he kissed the delicate bone of his ankle. It was so peculiar, but Marius kissed and licked at the skin there as though it had been Armand’s mouth. He was reverent in his actions and as odd as Armand found it, he let Marius do it. 

“Stop,” He finally cried out only when Marius’ tongue had ventured over the top of his foot and reached his toes. He curled them away protectively, laughing harder at the feeling. “Master, please. That tickles,” He insisted urgently and Marius had mercy on him, smiling and pressing a kiss to the sole of his foot before letting it rest back against the bed. He trailed back up Armand’s trembling body, settling to pay attention to his cock. 

Armand had cried out at the first press of Marius’ tongue across his balls, not used to so much attention being paid to his body and his pleasure. Marius seemed entirely devoted to his wants, however. He touched and tasted Armand’s body with practiced skill and if Armand’s mind was capable of thinking in that moment, he might have wondered how much experience his master had with other men. He was solely focused on Marius’ actions at that moment. His thighs tried to close when Marius licked across the head of his cock, but the man held his legs open with such ease that it made Armand’s mind dizzy. 

Marius could so easily ruin him if he wanted to and yet, he was so gentle and soft with him. He was focusing on Armand because he wanted to and Armand would later sob about this fact. Once Marius had caused them both to reach their peaks, Armand would cry openly in his master’s arms and lament over the fact Marius was so tender with him. Tender in ways he had never experienced. During this time, Marius would cradle his boy close and kiss his hair, assuring him he would never have to go back to the brothel again. 

In the moment, Marius took his cock in its entirety. This wasn’t difficult to accomplish, his sex small as the rest of him was. It was an overwhelming sensation to be buried completely in the wet, tight hold of Marius’ mouth. It did not go on for very long before Armand was shaking and moaning, although nothing came from his body. Marius kept going, suckling intently at the smooth skin. He only stopped once Armand pushed at his head, desperately nudging him away as his body became oversensitive. 

He worried Marius might be angry that he had stopped him, but the man was smiling up at Armand as he pulled away. Armand glanced down at himself and grew embarrassed at how needy his body looked. His thighs were spread for Marius and bruises had begun appearing on the inside of his thigh, cock pinkened and shining with saliva from the attention he had received. Marius was so easily able to break him down, to reduce him to this, but there was no disgust in Marius’ gaze. Instead, it was nothing short of adoring. 

“Rest there for a moment. We will keep going soon,” Marius had whispered to him, taking a few seconds to pet Armand’s sweaty curls and to press kisses along his face. He had eased himself off of the bed and Armand could see his erection fully now. It was much larger than Armand’s own, though he had no scale to really describe its size. It hadn’t been the largest he had ever seen, but it was of decent length and girth. His cock was longer rather than thicker and that was the way Armand preferred it. The stretch of girthier men burned and ached, often causing him to bleed. 

There was no such ache when Marius finally took him. He had returned to the bed a few minutes after rising and had brought oil with him, slicking his way. First, he had pressed his tongue to Armand’s hole for what seemed like hours. He had been gentle and slow in the beginning, licking him open before giving in and becoming more excited. His tongue pressed quicker and more roughly, hands tightening on Armand’s hips and drawing him down tighter against his face. It was almost too much to stand. 

Armand had begun squirming around again, pressing a hand over his mouth and trying to stop the noises that drew from his throat. This had bothered Marius who had stopped long enough to force Armand to remove his hand, urging him to let him hear every sound. Armand was embarrassed, but he was fairly certain he would give Marius anything he asked for. He could feel his cock trying to get hard again, though the softened length had a difficult time until Marius had begun pressing oil-slickened fingers into him. 

He started with one even though he didn’t need to, Armand’s body could handle more. The slide didn’t even hurt and Marius was careful as he started moving his finger around, stretching Armand’s insides and curling. When he had two fingers inside, he brushed against that spot that made Armand’s entire body jolt. Marius had chuckled at his reaction and focused on only that spot for a bit. Each stretch of his fingers had been methodical, ensuring he rubbed against it with every curl and press. 

Armand was certain no one had ever been so delicate with him before and very quickly, those slender fingers had worked him back to full hardness. Over the next years together, Armand would become borderline obsessed with Marius’ fingers in every way he could appreciate them and that experience had just been the beginning. Three fingers had been added by the time Marius deemed him prepared enough, despite the fact Armand had desperately promised he could take him after only two. 

Marius had simply shaken his head fondly, soothing a hand over Armand’s thigh for a moment before wrapping two fingers around his cock. He touched Armand like it was the only thing he wanted to do, going so slowly and so passionately that Armand’s head swam with it all. Finally, Marius was retracting his fingers and slicking his own cock. Armand watched as he stroked himself a few times, urging Armand’s thighs up enough to align himself. 

Marius pressing into his body had not hurt aside from the way the stretch affected his already irritated insides, but he hardly cared. Marius had taken immense care with him and it was the first time Armand ever remembered sex not being a painful, frightening experience for his body. He knew his flesh had been touched and taken before, but this time was the one that he considered to be his first time having sex even if he kept that thought private. He knew it might not make sense to other people, especially ones who had never been in that position. 

He had expected things to become rougher and more painful once Marius had begun taking his own pleasure, though that roughness and pain never came. Marius kept his strokes inside steady and loving, taking him as a man might take his new wife on their wedding night. His face had been full of adoration as he made love to Armand, rocking deeply and rubbing against that spot nearly every time. 

The pleasure was overwhelming once Marius had touched his cock again. The length was hardly longer than one of Marius’ own fingers and had often gone unnoticed by other bed partners, but Marius paid attention to it as he did with every other part of Armand’s body. His thumb and forefinger held onto the now overly sensitive flesh and stroked him in time with his own rocking hips. It was all too much and Armand squirmed frantically beneath Marius, both attempting to get away and never wanting the pleasure to end simultaneously. 

He lost track of how long they had spent in bed with Marius invading his body, but he was crying by the end of it. He had shed many tears during his time at the brothel, although none had been from such intense rapture. He worried for a moment that he may have died and this experience was Heaven, Marius felt too real on top of his body, though. Before long, he reached another shivering peak that produced nothing from his body. 

Marius’ fingers had eased away from him and his own movements had slowed down, but he did not stop pushing himself deep into Armand’s warm body. He pressed small kisses all along Armand’s face, making Armand giggle wetly when he licked through the tears trailing down his cheeks. Marius made a noise from deep within his chest just as he spent himself inside of Armand. It felt unlike anything Armand had ever experienced, the release thin and lacked the normal warmth, but he didn’t truly mind. 

Marius had held him for hours after that. He had let Armand cuddle into his arms, fingers in his curls and kisses pressed to the top of his head. Armand had cried openly, something he had never been allowed in the brothel. Marius had assured him with gentle touches and even gentler words, promising him once again that he would never have to go back to the brothel. And Armand believed him. Even as Marius cleaned him up and put him to bed, slipping off to his own chambers, Armand believed he would never return to that place.

[jackles-hackles]

So many prompts waiting to be claimed. I hope people take advantage & I hope readers leave comments

[casyawn]

serious yet embarrassing question. do we need to start up an iwtv kink meme like in the olden days. iwtv is such a horny show ripe for the most fucked up weird fic yet i feel like the fandom is holding back somewhat. do we need to bring anonymity into the picture to get the real sickos out here

[reloha]

Not sure whether this means a prompt generator or somewhere people can post prompts for others to pick up (or, indeed, whether these are absolutely different things), but anybody up for this?

we need a Interview with the Vampire prompt thingy. Like a kink meme, but also for non kinky/sexy stuff. I'd make one myself, but I don't really know how.

[hereticaas]

I was originally going to stay anon for a bit longer, but in honor of the 50th (!!) anniversary of the interview, here's some vaguely upsetting loumand fic I posted anonymously a few days ago <3

in our bed made of ashes. Interview with the Vampire (2022). Louis/Armand. Rated M. 2.4k words.

Armand had been the one to oversee the designs for the penthouse. It started in 2002, the same year that he and Louis had reunited again after parting ways in ‘78. Louis, at that particular point in time, had not had much of a desire to take care of anything, and so Armand had stepped in. Pulled things into order. He's always been very good at that.

[gaygoetia]

I desperately wish there was some kind of website or platform specifically for posting, filling and finding fanfiction prompts (and if such a thing does exist please let me know!) I like to write but often struggle for ideas and while prompt memes on livejournal and dreamwidth are fine, they're a pain to navigate and there's no guarantee there'll be a prompt meme for the fandom I'm looking for. Or sometimes there IS a prompt meme but it's solely for NSFW prompts.

Anyway all this is to say, please let me know a good place to find prompts for Critical Role, Dimension 20, AMC's Interview with the Vampire or Goncharov.

[pynkhues]

please please please don’t be sorry! i will happily wait as long as it takes - i have no doubt that the wait will be more than worth it ❤️

Thank you, anon! 💖💖

[indelicateink]

people. the Interview with the Vampire anonymous kink meme has busted through into the triple digits with requests! aaaaaaa!!!!

summing up the smorgasbord of kinks & themes & tropes we are currently playing with (eta: to be clear, kink and/or sex is not necessary in requests! all prompts are very welcome. this is only a list of some of the ideas going on...which you should definitely add to, raunchy or not):

loustat corset/restricted breathing kink | loumand public sex | loustat monsterfucking | loumand BDSM including impact play, pain play, spanking, more | loustat biological imperative and consensual non-con | magnus/lestat non-con, harem | louis/omcs & armand/omcs non-con creampie, felching | claudeleine face sitting, squirting, semi-public sex | louis/armand&lestat&daniel camgirl | loumandstat double penetration | loumand BDSM, switching roles | armandaniel puppy play | armand/daniel/louis roleplay | dreamstat/louis bath house/public sex | loustat crossdressing | lesmand BDSM | lestat/nicky&armand&others compulsion, breeding, creampie, mpreg | louis/dreamstat erotophonophilia | lesmand hatesex | marius/daniel non-con touching | louis/daniel foot fetish | loumand + rose toy | loustat werewolf sex | loumand dub-con mind control | loustat sex while trapped | marius/armand/lestat embarrassment during sex | claudeleine voyeurism | armandaniel master/pet | loustat sex in tight spaces/accidental stimulation | loustat & magnus/lestat cuckolding | santiago/armand humiliation | loustat/omc dub-con mind control sex including spitroasting | santiago/armand + TdV polycule | armandaniel dub-con BDSM including humiliation, impact play, more | loustat forced orgasm | dreamstat/louis rape fantasy | loustat subspace, cockwarming | loustat pregnancy kink | loustat armandaniel claudeline lesmand forced orgasm, hypnotism, somnophilia | loumand storytelling & masturbation | loustat consensual somnophilia | magnus/lestat sadism, non-con | loustat consenusal non-con, aphrodisiac, exhibitionism | loustat impact play, injury, wounds as tropies | loustat orgasm denial | armandaniel marius/armand mpreg & infidelity

other acts and flavors in the mix: hurt/comfort, threesome, cunnilingus, rimming, intercrural sex, promiscuity, grief, being closeted, sex work, power imbalance, forbidden love, intimacy, awkward crushes, jealousy, incoherence due to pleasure, shame, whump, dead dove, cheating, drunk sex, first time, dream sex, negotiated sex, accidental bonding, drugged sex, outing, possessive behavior, sugar daddy

the list of requests has the full prompts

feeling inspired? fill a prompt or make a request (to request, be signed in to AO3 [it's still anon] by clicking on the prompt form button on the left-side menu)

writing takes time--we have two fills so far this week with the influx of prompts, and a few people have made some pending claims

one million million thank yous to @vampire-dove for maintaining this anon kink meme for us.

[vampire-dove]

IWTV Kink Meme Fill (1)

The Summer Memory That Just Never Dies

Rating: Explicit

Ship: Lestat de Lioncourt/Magnus (background Nicolas de Lenfent/Lestat de Lioncourt)

Prompt: raptophilia - sexual arousal is dependent on, or is responsive to, the act of assaulting an unconsenting person, especially a stranger. Magnus has spent years searching for someone who will fight him every step of the way. There have been so many disappointments. His latest find seems quite promising, though they all start out that way, and give in in the end. But perhaps Lestat will endure?

Summary: Magnus had watched Lestat for weeks before he took him. The man was undoubtedly beautiful, but it was the ferociousness that he displayed that really drew Magnus in.

Additional tags: Kidnapping, nonconsensual touching, nonconsensual voyeurism, masturbation, dry humping, vampire turning, canonical character death.

Words: 3,302

Magnus had watched Lestat for weeks before he took him. The man was undoubtedly beautiful, but it was the ferociousness that he displayed that really drew Magnus in. He had watched every performance the man put on, his confidence on the stage. He had watched every kiss and touch he had shared with his lover, such passion in him. He had watched the blood dripping off of him after he had slain the wolves, an angel capable of such violence. He would be perfect, he had to be. Although, Magnus had thought plenty of others were perfect too. 

He finally came to Lestat during one darkened evening, all the street lamps out for the night. For some time, he had just observed Lestat moving around the house he shared with the other one. He had attempted to bed his lover that night, crawling on top of him and leaving kisses along his skin. Magnus had barely bit back a laugh when Lestat was weakly pushed off by the drunken man who had indulged too much to desire such activities. 

Lestat had slipped off of him easily and Magnus was curious. The man was strong, he could have taken whatever he pleased, yet he laid down next to the dark haired man instead. He waited until his companion had either fallen asleep or passed out before he pushed the fabric down his own legs and wrapped a hand around his length. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, thin and long with a dusty pink head hidden beneath his foreskin. He touched himself quickly and harshly, eyes fixed on his unconscious lover as he pleasured himself. 

His body was strong, arms of lean muscle and large hands that held such power even as a mortal. Magnus could still remember blood coating the boy’s hands, wishing to see those beautiful digits with claws and viscera clinging to them. One day soon, Magnus promised himself. He had a good feeling about this human, one he didn’t have with the others. Though, only time would tell if Lestat could endure him or if he would fold as all the others did.

Other men might detest the challenge of a fighter, but Magnus needed it. Those who were willing and encouraging of his advances did nothing for him. He needed someone who was going to make it hard for him, someone who could and would make it interesting for him. Lestat with all his attitude and anger could be that person for him, he felt almost certain of it. 

Lestat let out a nearly Earth-shattering cry when he finished into his hand, head back and face overcome with pleasure. Magnus was entranced by the man, wondering if he would make similar noises while Magnus touched him, if he would squirm and fight the entire way. He would be perfect for him, Magnus decided. Lestat wouldn’t ever give into him, he would need his pleasure to be taken the whole time. Even once he reached that peak, tears of anger spilling along with his come. 

He waited until the blonde haired man was asleep before he entered the house. He pulled Lestat’s cloak over his own shoulders, smelling the fur and admiring the scent of Lestat’s skin clinging to the fabric. When he yanked the man from his bed, Lestat fought surprisingly hard. He had expected sleep to make him groggy and weaker, but he kicked and squirmed, leaving what would be bruising if Magnus was a mortal man. He screamed loud enough to nearly shake the walls and it was a miracle his lover had not awoken. The alcohol must have truly taken a toll on him if he could not even rise to his companion being taken. 

“Release me,” Lestat demanded, voice more of a snarl than words. He was animalistic even as a human. He was wild and untamed, and Magnus hoped he would never be able to break the little lion’s spirit. His hand slid over Lestat’s mouth, but the man still screamed against him and fought. It was adorable, though Magnus worried the others on the street might hear him and come out to investigate. 

“Hush,” Magnus told him, leaning close to Lestat’s ear as he tried to maneuver him out of the house. “Be quiet or I will take your friend instead,” The words were a completely empty threat. The boy in the bed had seemed weak and on top of this, he had a head of dark hair instead of blonde. Lestat didn’t know this, though. He expected Lestat to quiet down at this threat. Instead, Lestat bit into his hand so harshly that Magnus had to check to ensure a chunk of his palm wasn’t missing. He laughed harshly and continued dragging Lestat back to his lair. 

Lestat lasted the longest out of any of the young men Magnus had brought back to his tower. The walls kept a lot of sound in, but Magnus’ hearing allowed him to pick up on every noise. Lestat screamed and cursed until his throat was raw. He shouted expletives, personal insults, general cries for help, and some rather colorful threats that amused Magnus most of all. Lestat seemed to have endless energy. 

Every time Magnus would bring Lestat out of the tower, Lestat would fight and try to get away. Even without the energy provided from steady meals, Lestat would always fight against him. He would bite and claw, throwing punches and kicks, twisting his body into odd positions to try and escape. Time after time, Magnus would laugh at him and hold the man still as he sank his throat into him. Lestat had managed to break many of Magnus’ bones and pull out chunks of hair, but they healed quickly. 

After returning the man back to the tower, Magnus would retreat to be on his own. His hand would be around himself the second he was alone, stroking tight and fast. If he was lucky, sometimes his scalp or bones would still be aching while he did so. The physical reminder of his boy’s strength spurring him to finish quicker and more intensely. As the days went on, he was more and more certain that Lestat was different from all the others. Lestat was a fighter and that didn’t change even when he was captured, restrained, and fed from day after day. 

Magnus finally decided to take the next step with Lestat. If Lestat survived and continued to fight through the process of being given the dark gift, he would know Lestat was truly the one. The man he had searched far and wide for. Admittedly, the thought excited him. He had gone through so much work, finding man after man and repeating the process with each one. Every single one had been a failure, but Lestat might not be. He might be strong enough to withstand the tribulations Magnus put him through. One truly deserving of the gift. 

The night before Lestat’s turning, Magnus took great care to make sure the man was perfect. He trimmed and brushed his beautiful hair, admiring the spun gold in his fingers. He had shaved Lestat completely bare, ensuring not a single hair left on his pretty face. This turned out to be a process he needed to repeat the next day as well once he realized stubble had begun growing in already. 

Lestat must have known the end was close because he was especially on edge as Magnus prepared him for his slaughter. Magnus decided to unshackle Lestat for the process, though he did consider draining him as he was. He decided it would be better to see if Lestat would truly fight for his life against Magnus or if he would act like all the other men before him did. One final test to see if he deserved the gift Magnus intended to give him. 

As soon as the second shackle was released, Lestat took off fleeing. He moved as quickly as his malnourished and now underworked muscles could take him, running on fawn-clumsy legs towards the door. Magnus let him get to it before tricking his legs into failing, making the boy fall face-first into the door with a sickening crunch and a wail. His fingers still fought to find the doorknob, not going to his bleeding nose, but it didn’t matter either way. Magnus hadn’t been stupid enough to leave the door unlocked. 

“Gods above, Lestat. What will I do with you?” Magnus asked with a deep sigh, walking to where the man now nearly sobbed from the pain and from the futility of it all. When he looked up at Magnus, there was no defeat. Usually, this was the point where the boys would sob and beg at his feet. They would beg to go home to their mothers, beg to be let go, beg for their deaths to be quick if they must occur. Lestat wasn’t begging and the tears in his eyes weren’t the same as everyone else’s. 

This boy, his boy, looked up at him with utter defiance and contempt. The tears in his eyes were pained and angry, but there wasn’t a trace of fear beneath them. Lestat didn’t fear Magnus, no, he hated him. Magnus was quick to crowd into Lestat’s personal space, wrestling the boy down onto his back on the cold floor and climbing on top of him. It was a bit difficult to settle in between the thrashing legs, but he managed it and grabbed Lestat by the chin, forcing him to look at the pile of corpses next to his own still living body. 

“All of my failures,” Magnus told him, tone a bit rueful as he looked at all of the once beautiful boys. Their bodies had begun to decay, some melting into each other. “Every single one of those young men could have easily been you,” The words initially sounded like a threat, but they were actually spoken with reverence. He could see the exact moment that this dawned on Lestat, the man fighting against him with renewed vigor. “I learned from my mistakes and it finally paid off. I have you now. I can take all of this pain away if you just accept me,” Magnus assured the crying, distressed boy. 

“I would rather die a million deaths than join you,” Lestat screamed so loudly that it must have hurt his throat to do so. Such a loud, angry creature. It made Magnus laugh which only served to make Lestat angrier. He let out a sound close to a growl and squirmed harder beneath Magnus’ body. “You are a monster,” He told him, growing frustrated by the lack of reaction and the lack of progress his fighting was making. 

“You are such a fighter, Lestat. I knew I was making the right choice with you,” Magnus told him, unphased by Lestat’s anger and desperation to leave the situation. The words weren’t entirely true, he had doubted Lestat every step of the way, but only due to his previous disappointments. Now, Lestat was still fighting against him and he could feel his own body responding to it. “Keep fighting me,” He encouraged. 

The movements of Lestat’s body and the feeling of Lestat’s strong will itself was enough to excite Magnus, both his body and mind alight with pleasure and something primal. He wondered if wolves felt this same excitement when a deer led them on a longer hunt. If they too yearned for a challenge. And Lestat was his challenge, his doe-eyed prize at the end of a difficult hunt. 

“You will burn in hell for what you are doing to me,” Lestat’s words were full of fire, full of venom, seeming to poison his own beautiful lips as he spit them out. Lestat was so full of vitriol, so unlike all the young men that had lived and died in this room before him. This is the part where they usually begged for their lives and tried to appeal to any sympathy he might have. Briefly, his head turned to look at his latest nonsuccess. 

The boy’s eyes were wide open, but entirely blank and a bit sunken into his own skull by now. He had seemed perfect enough, roughhousing with the other young men when Magnus had first seen him. His body was tall and lithe, but he housed lean muscle and broad shoulders. His hair a lovely beige blonde that had begun thinning as his body decayed, his rosy lips were now withered and parted slightly. He had once possessed such beauty, but it had disappeared a bit once he had realized he would die and even more now that he had truly been a failure. 

“S'il te plaît,” He had begged at Magnus’ feet, nothing like Lestat. Their hair curled in the same way and their eyes were nearly the same shade, but he was so distant from Lestat. Lestat never would have sobbed the way he did, tears and snot accumulating on his frightened face. “I know you are a good man. Please. S'il te plaît,” The boy had continued sobbing, trying to appeal to Magnus’ empathy. Magnus wondered if the boy realized he had none as the blood was drained from his body and he realized he would truly die in that decrepit tower. He wondered if-

Magnus was brought out of his thoughts by Lestat shoving him back hard, dislodging their bodies and attempting to wriggle free. He was fast and clever, but Magnus was quicker and more powerful. Two hands dragged Lestat back by the waist, rocking his hips down into Lestat once he was close enough to. He wanted Lestat to feel exactly what his fighting was doing to him before he was drained. The look that came over Lestat’s face wasn’t the horrifying realization that he was getting this man off, it was pure disgust. 

“You don’t deserve to even look at me! Filthy creature,” Lestat fought and fought beneath Magnus. Each movement rubbed Lestat’s body against the bulge in Magnus’ lower garments even though he attempted to move away from the vampire. All his fighting was in vain, yet he never gave up. Magnus didn’t even know how the boy had the energy to keep going at one point. Surely, he was running off of pure adrenaline. He continued taking pleasure from Lestat’s body, rocking against him unevenly until he was close enough to spill if he kept going. 

“I should have kept you shackled,” Magnus told him, hips ceasing their movements. He wanted to finish with his fangs buried in his perfect boy’s veins. “I could have brought you to pleasure like that. Your body would have betrayed you, wolf killer. You could have fought it all you wanted, but you would still be hard and leaking in my hand. Your fighting wouldn’t have stopped you from releasing over my fingers,” Lestat’s leg swung out hard, kicking Magnus in the ribs. The limited movement made it difficult to actually hurt Magnus, but the intent was there. 

“Your monstrous hands could never bring any pleasure to my body,” Lestat insisted, kicking as Magnus grabbed the offending leg and forced it down. “I will cut off your hands and feed them to you for what you are doing to me now,” He continued shouting and it was a miracle he had not lost his voice. The tears from earlier had stopped, leaving his eyes red-rimmed and seemingly brighter than they had been before. 

“You are monstrous too, my beauty. Not even in the blood yet and you are still so vicious,” Magnus mused at him, examining each one of his features. His perfect features. He smiled down at the angry creature beneath him, so angry and yet he looked handcrafted by the Gods themselves. “Sunlight in your hair and the blue sky fixed forever in your eyes,” His voice trailed off, raising one finger to brush it gently through the man’s hair, narrowly avoiding Lestat’s teeth when he bit out at him again. “Such rebellion in you,” He laughed. 

He mourned the fact that he wouldn’t get to see the human light drain from Lestat’s eyes as he died, replaced by the glow of vampirism once it had taken over his body. A small price to pay, he supposed. It was a fight all in itself to get his fangs into Lestat’s neck, the man dislodging him more than once. In the end, Lestat’s death wasn’t as clean as some of the others’ had been. Blood coated the floor and saturated Lestat’s clothing. It was almost a shame that Magnus didn’t get to taste more of his rich blood, a strong and masculine taste, but it was worth it. 

Lestat fought even as Magnus drained his body. Many simply seized up and accepted their fates, eyes as wide as a caught deer’s and unsure of what else to do. His boy did not stay still and take it, though. As Magnus drank from him, he saw every memory that had forced Lestat to fight. A starving family making his hunts vicious because they would not eat without him. A resentful lover that made his soul endure because his words were so cutting. A gruesome battle with wolves, an increasingly cold mother, a breaking heart. 

Magnus realized that he had been wrong about their positions. While Magnus himself was a wolf, Lestat was not a deer. He was not even another wolf, he was something much more powerful. Magnus’ wolf killer. He mourned for a moment once Lestat’s body became too weak to fight, but he had still lasted longer than any of the others and Magnus did not consider him a failure simply due to his mortal limitations. Magnus had a feeling that Lestat would be fighting with him again the second he transformed. 

There was no doubt in his mind that Lestat would be a formidable fledgling, one of immense power and strength even in his youth. Perhaps too strong for Magnus to handle. He was unsure if he was ready to face the retaliation that would come from his decision to steal Lestat away. There would surely be punishment for his actions once Lestat could properly attack him. 

“Drink,” Magnus encouraged once Lestat’s body was limp, breathing shallow and heart barely pumping. He cut his own wrist for the dying boy who defiantly turned his head away from Magnus. He had to manually drop the first of his blood into Lestat’s mouth, but once it had landed on his tongue, his instincts took over. It was as though Lestat’s body had been jolted to life and he moved to attach his mouth to Magnus’ arm. Hands grabbed onto Magnus to hold him desperately close, drinking deeply from the wound. “Easy, my child. Slowly,” He scolded. 

Lestat paid him no mind, his teeth digging into the wound to split it open more. Magnus gasped above him and weaved a hand into blonde locks. He let it go on for a minute longer, ensuring Lestat received all the nourishment he needed before wrenching Lestat away from his arm. The wound closed over and blood dripped from the fledgling’s mouth. A beautiful, violent creature. Magnus had finally succeeded and in those blue eyes, he saw utter annihilation. Of the world, of himself, of every person Lestat would encounter. 

Magnus gave Lestat the dark gift that night, his first and final success. He gave himself over to the flames shortly after and Lestat’s eyes were blank as he watched his maker burn. Magnus’ screams filled his ears and the new vampire did not even flinch. Lestat had been strong from the very beginning to the very end. Magnus had been right about him, Lestat was a fighter.

[billy-royalton]

got stuck on my WIP so i took a stroll through ao3's iwtv kink meme and found a prompt that i had vaguely played around with in my head before and now we're 1k in and i can't stop i think you'll get this soon i'm so sorry

[vaperarmand]

is there a iwtv kink meme out there cause i am not a writer whatsoever but i sure am an idea guy

yes!!! it’s here!!!

[captainfaygeleh]

is there an iwtv kink meme somewhere. where are y'all hiding

[shavirlight]

Current wips if anyone is curious:

Louis/Lestat right after the chess game in s01e06

Louis/Lestat morally dubious feeding during season 1, for the iwtv kink meme

Louis/Dreamstat dubcon/noncon, also for the iwtv kink meme

Been in a real dark/depressing Loustat mood apparently... anyway I can't wait for season 3 to come out so I can write some Nicki/Lestat too, my original otp from when I was 14 🥲 I'm sure those fics won't be dark or depressing at all

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

so once upon a time i tried to make a prompt/kink meme for IwtV, but I did it on livejournal bc I'm old and didn't realize you can do that sort of thing on ao3 (ao3 really is a great site)

now I'm thinking of trying again on ao3. there isn't one yet (for the show at least, I didn't look for the books)

idk if anyone would be interested, but I'm thinking of doing it

[cuntylouis]

"The popularity of feminization and breeding kink in this fandom is absolutely astonishing and should be academically studied." what was the last fandom you were in before this one? the last fandom i was in had a vocal contingent of fans pick one person in the pairing to be submissive and breedable and then stuck with it, so that fandom was permanently divided into people who thought that was the clear, canon way to view the character, and those who didn't/thought it was ooc/weren't into breeding... the frequency of that as a trope in both those fandoms (in my last fandom it was largely manifested via a/b/o fic), plus the fact that "submissive and breedable" is a meme now outside a specific fandom context, makes me think its less that iwtv is a unique phenomenon and more like having an opinion on which person in the pairing should be barefoot and pregnant is the latest in various fandom cycles of top/bottom debates that have always been around. i kinda wish there was an easy way to study that, because im not really sure i get why, but it does seem to be a widespread Thing, not a special iwtv phenomenon

I'm in a shitton of fandoms but in many of them i don't really read fanfic, and you aren't the first person who has told me iwtv isn't unique so maybe it's more common than i think and iwtv fandom is just a manifestation of a bigger trend? I feel top/bottom discourse is already pretty intense in iwtv fandom and i hope it doesn't get to that point you're saying where fandom is sharply divided on everything

I want to say though my post was originally meant to be humorous the target audience being my mutuals, and when it left my follower circle people seem to take it as serious analysis it wasn't intended to be. Some are getting pretty rude about it (not you anon you're polite) but i've started to think it would be interesting to research fandom trends further. I'm not gonna be the person who does that though, i already used up all my energy on this lmao