#lestat fanfic

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Le Petit Mort

Summary: That period comfort fic.

Pairing: Lestat de Lioncourt x human!afab!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Content Warnings: Period Blood Flavoured Porn 18+!, Soft!Lestat, A Tiny Bit Angsty, Oral (F Receiving), Period Blood :), Comfort, A Little Somnophilia, A Surprising Amount Of Lestat's Musings About Human Biology

A/N: I just want to crawl into his ribcage and wrap myself around his heart.

No pressure tags: @notgilderoylockhart @queer-crusader @blueberrypancakesworld @theprettiesthead @midnight-mess

And it′s easy done

Our little remedy

And the reason comes on the common tongue of your loving me

- Moment's Silence By Hozier

Eventually, at the point where the latest hours of the night exchanged a brief shake of hands with those of the early morning, the city quieted down. Lamp-lit streets gradually guided fewer creatures of the night, or those who believed to be such, back home, and the spontaneous bursts of music after someone had swung a bar door open died out just like the plenty of colorful lights illuminating the window frames of the neighborhood; one going out after the other like a tiring sparkle of fireflies.

Lestat watched the city quarter slowly slip into a brief slumber, knowing that it would only take a mere handful of hours for the bustling on the streets to start anew, hungry bodies eager to fill themselves with hot beverages and takeaway sandwiches to soak up what was left from the night before. Daytime activities not meant to be entertained by him, however, much more so by you when you’d wake with him already gone, hiding away from the sunlight you were to let yourself bask in with every little stroll of yours to pick up flowers or enjoy some ice cream on the pier whilst he slept to pass the hours between being with and without you again. The pleasantries of being human.

With time, he’d forgotten most about it, had trained and taught himself not to care about the things so far out of his reach but that only lasted until you had come along, crossed his nightly path, slightly yet dangerously enough swaying on a pair of glittery high heels and black mascara running down your face, swept along the soft curve of your cheeks by a wash of heavy tears. Lestat had been out to feed and yet, your appearance that night had evoked a sense of pity inside the rotten pit of his ribcage that had thrown the hunger aside and instead led him to find out what this city had done to you on that particular night.

The undead tried not to dwell on this memory for too long for it wouldn’t bring him anything other than sorrow over something that wasn’t even lost to him yet, quite the contrary, still resting calmly in his embrace.

Exhaling a tender hum, you nuzzled your face against Lestat’s chest, slumbering away soundly whilst he watched over you. The vampire found himself perfectly content with that, having concluded that you couldn’t possibly entertain him at all hours of the night, especially not during the work week. The weekends, however, posed as the sacred frame of time you could actually spend time with one another without any overly negative repercussions. Not so seldomly, he felt a pang of guilt rumble through him for fucking your sleep schedule like that - yet another one of those things the vampire preferred not to sit in longer than necessary.

Shushing the unwelcome musings from his mind, Lestat placed a tender kiss to your hairline, one hand caressing down your back before coming back around your hips again, a hardly noticeable, miniscule tremble making his palm rest just above the waistband of your checkered pajama shorts; he liked them, enjoyed seeing you comfortable.

He had to double-take but it was there, right beneath his fingertips, pointed nails like stained glass barely touching your soft skin, a thrum going through your lower abdomen, a telltale pull inwards not yet strong enough to wake you. If he focused, he was able to feel the muscles tugging, preparing to shed and rid themselves of another months worth of lining and for a moment, he found himself flush with almost childlike wonder and adoration for the human body having well timed mechanisms for everything, be it antibodies to fight against an oncoming cold or an empty womb ready to start the cycle anew.

Sometimes, rarely but not less earnest, he missed it, missed that feeling of an itch scratching at the back of his throat as snow fell outside and he'd warmed himself in front of a fire that burned like vermillion and Amber whilst feeding from a bowl of soup. But then again, the longing withered with the remembrance of coughing his lungs out for weeks, bronchi ablaze with infection and rendered sticky with amounts of mucus that had left him wondering how he hadn’t drowned within himself. Lestat shook the memory with an accompanying, slight shake of his head, fingers still curiously following the pull and tear underneath your skin. It would render painful quickly and he wouldn't want you to wake up with this hurt ripping through your body like that, no, he much rather have you wake up gently and with enough time to take something to help with the discomfort before tucking yourself back in.

The hand that had been resting carefully dipped down, fingers slipping past the elastic easily before they curved and felt tacky wetness; a severe lack of arousal in the current amalgamation but he'd gleefully correct that in time.

A sheen of pinkish red glossed index and middle finger up to the knuckles as he withdrew again and he eyed it for a moment as you softly stirred in his embrace, you wouldn't wake just now, only a little turbulence that ebbed away quickly.

There was no second thought as Lestat raised his hand just enough to gingerly pop both fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. The traces of fresh blood were hardly even there and yet they gave him a brief head rush, fangs pushing through out of sheer instinct and the aftertaste leaving him craving more.

He sucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, dragging every last bit from between his taste buds as he pondered briefly and figured that you wouldn't mind as he slowly shimmy away from you just the tiniest little bit, enough to crouch down, shoulder against the mattress and fingers pulling at your shorts until they hung loose around your thighs. Lestat had to remind himself not to bite…only taste. There was no need for any harm in what he was wanting to do, tongue darting out to lap at you gently to pull from a source that came without violence and again, it egged him into a frenzy as the slightest taste of your blood swept into his mouth.

He hummed into you, palms splayed at your lower back and you groaned in return, subconscious eventually catching up to the careful ministrations.

“Huh?” Your voice low and sleep-drunk as your eyes fluttered open and dropped down immediately.

With Lestat's broad hands warm against your back, the dull sensation of pressure from within didn't come to you immediately, the battling pleasure so kindly donated by your lover spreading much more intense.

“Your bleedin’, ma belle.” Lestat mouthed against your throbbing cunt before pulling away just enough to look up at you, chin glazed with traces of red and fangs prodding against a glistening bottom lip.

If you hadn't been comfortable resting on your bed, you'd have probably just toppled over because the view from above rendered your knees weak in a heartbeat.

“Oh.” It trickled from your mouth, entirely content with what was happening and just in time before the air got knocked from your lungs as Lestat leaned back in, the width of his tongue snaking through soaked labia and eventually pushing inside, gently stretching you around the taut and nimble muscle.

Your fingers found his head, taking a fistful of honey-blonde curls to pull him flush against you as he coaxed a wash of little noises to feather from your lips and into the bedroom.

“You're impossible.” The words came breathless and slightly hoarse as the bridge of your lover's nose nudged against your swollen clit, flushed flesh pressing dangerously close to predatory jaws.

Lestat laughed into you, the vibration nearly sending you flying past the threshold already but you held back, kept tethering on the edge as he fed from you; each and every clench and throb of your cunt easing the growing discomfort whilst pulling the fresh red from you.

If it had been up to Lestat, he could've done it all night, for hours until the sun would come up, however, he was still attentively listening to your body and the way it reacted around him; tongue fucking into you, curling and curving against your insides. He felt how your muscles grew tighter, pressure growing and ready to snap in the very next moment.

He wanted you to let loose, to taste you coming all over his mouth and chin as your blood rendered sweet with the rush of release; a special delicacy. And for a few strokes of his tongue, he pressed in even further, nose rubbing against your sensitive clit. Lestat could feel the electricity jolting through your body, you practically vibrated above him, thighs twitching before the firework of blissed out sensations got set into motion.

A muffled Fuck got lost in fabric and feathers as you shoved your face into a thick pillow, the trembling if your body outside of your control as the contractions flushed any sort of pain right out of you and Lestat lapped at you like a feral animal, immediate overstimulation making you writh as he held you in place until he deemed himself sated.

He pulled away at last, the wet sound emanating from amidst your thighs making your face flush with heat.

“You French pervert.” You groan out halfway laughing.

“Je t'aime, aussi.”, Lestat looked up at you, grinning widely with his cheek pressed against your skin, “I reckon you get something to ease the pain, love.”

“But I have, don't I?” You smiled back, chest swelling with warmth and an overflowing gush of love.

“You sure do, but I was thinking about something that would actually let you sleep, no?”

[samovchena]

[roxxyhoney]

Chapter 9 is posted ♥️

Title: it’s like a best friend, but more

Pairing: Loustat

Summary Chapter: emotions running high • smut • love • major codependency • more smut • 3 months

Thank you all who have read so far!! I hope you enjoy this chapter. All comments are appreciated 🥰

[lady-phasma]

Question about Lestat fics, decided to crowdsource the answer since the search is unfruitful on tumblr:

Lestat x gn!reader fics?

I can't find a single one. I'm planning on writing one and was going to do research. Please reblog, comment, whatever if you know of any. 💕 Thanks in advance.

[pawsomelestat]

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

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . 🩸 . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

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."

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . 🩸 . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚

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

[mushroomfaesdaydreams]

Welcome to my fanfiction blog!

Ground rules:

🕯All my fics will be aimed towards the LGBT community and every part of that community.

🕯I will not be writing furry, underage, non-consensual, or snuff based fics.

🕯Check my Bio to see when requests are open, if it says closed please do not request.

Fandoms I will write for:

💚 Baldurs Gate 3 (All characters)

💚 Marvel (Bucky, Steve, Loki, and Iron Man)

💚 Interview With A Vampire [Movie and Show] (Lestat and Louis)

💚 Supernatural (Dean, Sam, Castiel)

💚 Hazbin Hotel (All characters)

That's all for now, i may add more sources later.

When requesting please include character, source, sexuality if its a reader character, gender if it's a reader character, and a general idea. I will include transgender at any point of transition including prehormones, posthormones, presurgery, and postsurgery just please let me know.

[fangsandthangs]

When you’re in the middle of a fic and realise you’ve missed a very critical tag

[lafamilledelioncourt]

i know it's v popular to headcanon louis being a supportive rockstar boyfriend, and believe me I'm part of the problem, but i just can't imagine a world where louis has the energy after that season.

the sheer fact that daniel molloy is going to be brain-dialing louis at the drop of the hat when lestat loses his shit to the sixteenth round of mania. "louis help your boyfriend ate the PA" "louis how do i get him to stop crying" "louis he's covered in glitter and guts and sobbing your name, HELP ME MY MAN"

louis is gonna turn his vampire hearing aid off and knit a fucking sweater. he is so tired, and he needs a goddamn nap.

[kayascodelorio]

#drop your ao3 handle armand #he's such a fanfic girlie

[nerdmutant]

"I am she, she is me"

The Vampire Lestat (1985) / My Inmortal (2006)

[aurumlups]

Silence. Just a father who found his daughter's AO3 account.

[spicywreck]

Armand "She didn't trust you. You hadn't given her a reason to" Armand "Do you keep this boy as a reminder?" Armand "Why did I owe you my one act of cowardice?" Armand "The idea repulsed-- repulses me" Armand something something you've been obsessed with your fascinating boy since 1973 and it shooooooows

[samovchena]

[tryingtograspctrl]

THAT JUST WON’T DO: LOUIS AND LESTAT X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: Sometimes you felt insecure, unworthy of their love... oh how wrong you were.

Warning: Blood, insecurities, sexual themes, etc.

You were 25 when you received the dark gift. The vampire that made you wanted nothing to do with you, turning you and leaving you to fend for yourself, learning how to feed on your own, digging holes and burying yourself beneath dirt to avoid the sun, you couldn't afford the luxury of a coffin, the luxury of a home in general. You had nothing, no one, no where to go, you were lost...

Louis had stumbled upon you first, your thoughts loud, beating inside his head like a drum.

You were in a dark alley, knees pulled to your chest, rocking yourself back and forth attempting to self sooth.

You were filthy, your hair caked with dirt, your clothes the same. To anyone else you probably looked some homeless addict, but Louis knew exactly what this was, he could sense you, practically smell the fear on you, the pain, the hurt and he was pretty sure any other vampire in a 10 mile radius could too. He was surprised nobody else had gotten to you first.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" He spoke telepathically.

You jolted, backing away frightened as he approached you.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He put his hands up, stopping a few feet away from you.

You looked at him skeptically attempting to poke around in his mind but hitting a wall.

"I'm a little better at controlling my thoughts, i've been around a lot longer than you." He half smiled squatting in front of you.

"I'm alone because i don't have anyone." You looked up at him.

"What?" He raised a brow.

"My maker left me, i don't have anyone." You whispered.

He got a good look at your face, really soaking up your features, his eyes locking with yours. They were green, similar to his.

He took pity on you, your circumstances pulling at his heart strings.

"Come on, i know you're hungry. We'll get you fed and cleaned up." He extended his hand to you.

You accepted it hesitantly.

When Louis first brought you home Lestat was completely against it, he didn't like the idea of having to raise another vampire, not after everything that happened.

It took some time but he eventually warmed up to you, quickly taking a liking to you and showering you with affection and gifts, money was no object of course.

The three of you grew to love each other, eventually establishing a relationship and things were going good, until you got inside your head too much....

The sun had just begun to set and the three of you were lounging around the living room, Louis reading a book, Lestat messing around on the piano and you knitting a new project.

"Dove?" Lestat stands suddenly, taking a seat beside you on the couch and pulling you into his lap.

"Yes baby?" You glanced up at him for a moment.

"Me and Louis have a dinner to attend tonight, business matters. We were hoping you would join us.." He looked at you expectantly, fingers grazing your plump thigh.

"Of course i'll come, should i go get ready now?" You asked placing your knitting supplies down.

"Yes, i have an outfit in the bedroom for you." He pecked your cheek.

You made your way up the stairs, eyes landing on the gorgeous black gown that laid across the bed.

There were a matching set of heels and several pieces of jewelry that you were sure costed more than a house paired with it.

You walked over to the full length mirror, holding the dress to your body skeptically.

It was beautiful but you weren't sure how it was going to look on you.

You slipped out of your previous outfit, sliding the dress over your wide hips with ease. It fit perfectly of course, all your clothes did, Louis and Lestat made sure of that.

You turned to the side suddenly feeling self conscious.

It accentuated every curve, including your stomach which you hated.

Bloody tears began to pool in the corners of your eyes threatening to spill down your chubby cheeks.

You absolutely hated the way you looked and negative thoughts began to flood your mind.

Louis and Lestat were head over heels for you, you knew that, they made sure you knew that every single day but sometimes your insecurities got the best of you and tonight was just one of those nights.

They were both stunning, they had men and women falling at their feet and yet they chose you and you had absolutely no idea why. In your eyes you weren't worthy, you didn't deserve them.

"Y/n you almost ready?" Louis walked in adjusting his tie.

"Yeah." You quickly wiped your eyes trying to hide your tears.

"Aw baby what wrong?" He rushed over, pulling you into his embrace.

"This dress, i'm not sure about it, i don't think it's meant for me."

"And why in the world do you think that?" He spun you around getting a good look at you.

"I don't know, i just... i don't feel like i look my best today." You sniffled looking down at your feet.

"Hey." He grabbed you chin forcing you to look at him.

"You look stunning, where's all this coming from?" His eyes searched yours.

He didn't read your mind often out of respect for you but he just had to know what was bothering you.

"Oh baby, no, no no no, we aren't having any of that." He turned you toward the mirror, chin resting on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your middle.

"We picked you not only because you're beautiful on the outside." He spoke lowly trailing kisses down your shoulder.

"But because you're beautiful on the inside as well, a heart of gold, a mind so fascinating, so intriguing. There's no one else we'd rather be with." His lips met yours.

"Thank you Louis baby, i really needed that." You smiled up at him.

"Good, and don't you ever forget it you hear?" He poked your nose, accent slipping out.

"Yes sir." You purred.

"Be careful now, we might not make it to the dinner." He grabbed you by the waist pulling you flush against him.

"I swear you two are always the slowest." Lestat rambled to himself, half english, half french as he approached the bedroom.

He stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

"You like it? Still gotta put the shoes on, it won't take long we'll be out in a sec." You fiddled with your thumbs, biting your nip nervously.

"I think we should cancel mon chér, yes?" He looked over at Louis as he readjusted his dress pants.

Wait a minute was he... was he aroused?

Your eyes widened at the realization and you and Louis couldn't help but laugh.

You were flattered.

"And why would we do that?" Louis raised a brow, smirking.

"We have more pressing matters to attend to, chérie how much do you like this dress?" Lestat walked over to you, fingers sinking into the fabric as if he was prepared to rip it.

"Hey! I don't think so, i just put this on." You slapped his hands away.

"We can get you a new one." He frowned.

"No sir, we're already late, let's go." You hurriedly put your shoes on.

He scowled helping you with your necklace.

You turned around grabbing his face, pulling him down to whisper in his ear.

"Be a good boy at this dinner and you'll get your dessert when we get back home, yeah?" You nibbled on his ear.

He shuddered nodding rapidly.

"Let's get this over with quickly." He rushed you and Louis out the door.

You laughed at his antics quickly grabbing your bag.

A/N - I’ve had so many story ideas for these two in my drafts but i was honestly scared to post them ahhhh. Anyways i hope this is received well cause i have a lot more itwv fics locked and loaded. Enjoy soft Lestat and Louis. 🌻

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Broken Angel

Warning ⚠️; blood, death, implied smut, a bit of French 🔞

Pairing; bottom!Lestat/top!Male!Reader

Summary; You witnessed Claudia and Louis dispose of Lestat’s body and decided to heal him. The beginning of the strangest and yet strongest relationship you ever had.

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It was a night like no other. The sky was clear, allowing you to admire the moon and stars while the breeze played with your coat and scarf. Through the mix of odours, you were able to smell the scents of vampires. You didn't expect to run into a coven, but as you were about to turn around and leave their territory, a new scent reached you; vampire blood.

It has been years since you witnessed a vampire being killed and wondered what had happened. Curiosity won over your sense of survival and you walked toward what you thought to be the crime scene.

What wasn't your surprise when hidden in the shadow, you saw a child and a man dispose of a body in the trash. Even from a distance, you could tell those three were vampires. You moved, slowly, making sure the wind wouldn't alert them of your presence. You wondered if there was a chance to save their victim. After all, if the body hadn't been burned, then there was a chance the poor man could survive.

But a vampire child? The thought horrified you. You never thought those could be created and who would do such a horrible thing? Being stuck in the body of a child for all eternity seemed like a curse to you and you would prefer the deadly embrace of the sun than to even live a minute like that.

You waited for the murderous duo to leave before approaching the trash. Once you were sure neither vampire would notice you, you walked up to their victim. You recognized the name almost instantly. Lestat de Lioncourt. Who wouldn't recognize that angelic face of his? You never met Lestat before, you being way older and more of a lone wolf, but you saw portraits of him.

You didn't hesitate before scooping Lestat out of the trash and carrying him away. The smell of his blood nauseated you in the worst way possible, reminding you of why you kept your distance from your kin. The constant fights and murders were too much for you. Even as a human, you witnessed your fair share of massacres and didn't want to see more.

You took Lestat to your place and laid him down in your coffin. You didn't clean him, no. Because the first thing you did was to feed Lestat. Opening your own wrist, you let your blood pour into Lestat’s mouth and gently massaged his throat to help him swallow. The effect didn't take time and you watched his wound slowly heal.

You have to hold him down as Lestat comes back to himself, trashing around in a panicked state. You can only watch as tears of blood roll down his cheeks and he claws at your arms. The fear and despair in those beautiful eyes are enough to soften your stone heart. You help him clean up in silence, bathing him and making sure all wounds are closed. It's a heavy and uncomfortable silence, yet you don't dare say anything.

Just like you heard of Lestat, he has heard of you. The lone wolf, a bloody vampire killer who had slaughtered many covens in his younger years. But now you avoid everything and everyone, preferring the calm that came with solitude.

Until Lestat came into your life.

And as the days pass, you hunt for the two of you since Lestat isn't in any shape to help. May it be mentally or physically, the younger vampire is useless. But you can't keep it against him. After all, it's his own mate and child who tried to murder him. When Lestat told you of what happened, you felt a shiver run down your spine and anger fill you. How dared they? How could they?

For some reason, you feel a wind of protectiveness toward Lestat. Maybe it's his angelic face, maybe it's the pain and grief in his eyes, but you can't resist the urge to keep him safe. Maybe that why Lestat stay by your side, even when he is completely healed and free to leave, Lestat stay with you. And as time passed, you two grew closer to each other.

You never had a mate or a coven but with Lestat, you found both. It was Lestat who did all the first steps, trying to win you over. He would hunt and catch your favourite kind of prey, find your favourite things and give them to you. Lestat was shameless as well, walking around you with nothing covering him but the blood of his latest victims hoping you would lick it.

Yes.

Lestat de Lioncourt was shameless and knew what he wanted; you. And you didn't have the strength to push him away.

You allowed him to share your coffin even if Lestat had his own, enjoying the weight of his body in your arms when you woke up. The way he nuzzled himself against you, nose buried in your neck and fang nibbling at the tender flesh. Lestat knew how to charm and win you over. And God be your witness because you did fall for him, hard.

You thought nothing could disturb your new-found peace, but of course, Lestat was a trouble magnet. It all started when Lestat decided to take you to France, then Paris even tho he knew how you hated being around other vampires. Yet he knew you would never tell him no. You couldn't deny anything to your shameless angel.

Except being among dozens and dozens of vampires.

- “I am sorry mon Ange, but I cannot follow you there.” You whispered against his lips. “I wish I could follow you and…”

- “Then. Do. It.” Lestat had cut you short, hands gripping your chemise and lips pressed against yours. “I need you by my side. I. Need. You. Who else will keep me safe?”

There it is. The manipulation, the words that can make you move mountains for that drama queen. Because he is right; who can keep him safe when he will have to face both of his murderers in a parody of a trial? But more importantly, who will be there for support when he witnesses their death? Because Claudia and Louis might have tried to murder him, Lestat still cared and loved them.

But not you, no. You were glad those two were going to suffer and face the consequences of their actions.

So you give in and follow, hating every second of it.

Your only pleasure is to see the pain and jealousy in Louis’ eyes as you sit in the luxurious chair and Lestat sit on your lap. Arms wrapped around your lover, you keep him against you and allow him to silently brag about taming you.

The trial is a joke, pathetic and boring. But those are theatrical vampires so of course they are making it extra for no reason. That is until Lestat actually save his former lover. You feel Lestat's tensing body and hear him use his powers, everything he had to save the very man who tried to kill him. It makes you angry until you see tears of blood in his eyes. The pain of the betrayal is still there, but those are vampires Lestat had loved with what was left of his heart and soul.

Then, Claudia’s death.

You had expected it and wished for it, but witnessing it changed everything. Seeing her small body convulse and twist in pain broke your stony heart. You felt despair as you saw how broken Lestat was, his eyes not leaving his daughter as she burned to death. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, whispered sweet words of comfort in his mind and made promises sweeter night and revenge.

And what a bloody revenge was it.

The whole Parisian coven gone, massacred by your very hands and those of Louis.

In the end, you stand behind Lestat as the coven’s theatre burns and you are left facing Louis and Armand. You can still see the jealousy in Louis’ eyes which makes you smile and kiss Lestat’s neck, who leans in your touch.

Lestat’s final goodbye to Louis sounds official like he has turned the page on their relationship, which makes you more than happy. Lestat is now fully yours and no one will ever take him away from you.

But as you reach your home, Lestat breaks in your arms. Tears of blood rolled down his porcelain cheeks. You can do nothing but hold him tightly, letting him grieve his daughter and lover. You know he regrets Claudia’s death, even if you don't, just like you know it will haunt him forever.

- “Cry mon ange brisé, cry and let it all out. Ta douleur est mienne, mon coeur et je suis désolé.” you whisper in his hair as you gently rock him.

You are sorry. Sorry he is so hurt and broken, something you know and understand. And as Lestat melted under your touch, you swore to protect him, swore that those tears are blood are the last one Lestat cried. Yes. You'll never let anyone break your angel.

[pawsomelestat]

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ー Gourmet. ー

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lestat de lioncourt x human!masc reader | tw ; nsfw, overstimulation, smoking, drinking, car sex

author's notes ; im a proud lestat apologist /hj

Darkness, that was all this town was, it only woke at dusk and creatures of the night ruled the streets. No matter how rich, how happy, how loved you were it'd find a way to drag you into it's gambling and women. Behind all the bright lights of the casinos and sweet music of the street bands, New Orleans was just a deep pit of wretched nothings.

Nothing was fun for you anymore, you'd lived out your life visiting the whore houses and making bets you knew you wouldn't win, the excitement was exhilarating. But it was a life wasted, you had dedicated yourself to the arts and wonders of the world. How did you end up here, walking the piers of the mississippi with nothing to your name.

Night had just begun and you found yourself in a bustling club full of every type of person you could imagine, no one here drank alone. There was music, sex, conversation, drinks, that electric atmosphere that you once craved. But even then you found yourself alone, sat in the courtyard with a cigar in one hand, a glass of whisky in the other.

"Is no one coming to sit with you tonight my friend?"

A voice rang from behind you, a hand placed on your shoulder. This voice was deep, laced with a chuckled tone and a raspy accent. Maybe it was his tone, or his hand on your shoulder, or even the feeling that he had been watching you for hours, but something sparked as he spoke.

You cleared your throat, afraid that maybe he would've noticed the flinch you made under his hand, or heard the small gasp that escaped your lips.

"Just me I'm afraid.."

The man made his way to the chair facing you on the opposite end of your table, smiling down at you as he pulled it out slowly. His smile, what a smirk. His looks had a way about them, like you could know everything about him just from the suit he wore, but the second you tried to understand nothing came to mind. It was almost like that calm, charming aura of his smile was a cover for the curiosity looming in his eyes.

He sat, crossing his legs, simply batting his hand as a waitress approached to offer him a drink.

"So, what calls for someone such as yourself to be here alone? Surely you must have some other company tonight,"

That accent, you couldn't quite place your finger on it, it lingered on his tounge yet his words slipped out so fluently.

"Oh, my apologies for not introducing myself. I get carried away within seconds. Lestat De Lioncourt, I hail from France originally but I have found New Orleans more fit to my liking."

It was as if he knew right away that you were silently trying to figure out where he was from, maybe he was used to it by now and it was custom for him to mention. You gave a small introduction to yourself, nothing but a name and a polite greeting.

His words melted to mush in your mind as he spoke, his voice ringing in your ears so clearly yet not a word could be made out. As he spoke his eyes looked all around the courtyard, yet it felt as if his piercing gaze was fixed purely on you. You could see his lips moving, but the words you heard where different from those coming out, it was as if he was in your head completely. You found yourself entranced by him, not knowing a thing about him yet feeling so deeply amazed. He was speaking straight to your soul.

"You seem away with the fairies my dear, are my words too boring for you?"

Those words snapped you straight back to reality, sending you into slight shock at how obviously zoned out you were.

"No.. I'm sorry, I think it must be the whisky getting to my head. I'm never like this."

You smiled sheepishly and took a quick sip of the small amount of liquid resting in your glass, it'd been watered down by the now melted ice. Attempting to finish it so you could then soon take yourself home and forget about the whole awkward encounter.

"Like what?"

The male smiled, leaning forward now and resting his face on his fist, gaze fixed on your glass.

"Away with the fairies like you said.."

As you spoke he slowly dragged your glass closer to himself, tracing his long clawlike nail along the rim of the glass. His eyes now looking deep into yours, no matter how hard you tried to look away.

He knew what he was doing, making you this flustered in his cocky silence. But why, what did he want from you?

"Maybe I should get going.. I'm not much company like this."

You stood quickly, holding your hands together by your waist, trying not to fidget or seem even more nervous than you already did. Usually you were quite the confident person, not overly cocky or self obsessed, but you knew that you were well mannered and relatively good looking. But his gaze, his small mannerisms, the way each word he spoke seemed to be being said to you very soul. It strook a strong flushed fear in you.

"Please, let me take you home. Or at least out of this neighbourhood, it's not so friendly at this time of night"

Lestat swigged the last of the whisky that'd once been yours then carefully placed it onto the table along with a small pile of money. Next he stood, untucked his chair and waited for you to leave.

"No it's alright, I really don't live too far, don't worry yourself"

"I insist."

His tone was rather harsh, but not forceful, the smile grazed upon his lips gave the words a much softer feel. Why was he showing you this kindness, all you had done was awkwardly rush your drink to cover the fact you had given nothing to the conversation. You felt your head nodding in compliance without even thinking to do so, your body was moving on it's own.

The male walked almost beside you, keeping just a step behind, slowly making his way out of the smoke filled club and into the dusty skied night. Somehow he lead you despite following behind, his smirked watch planted on you, somewhere between the back of your neck and your face. By now he had lead you out onto the street and down the cobbled path, the humid night air hitting with a wave of exhilaration.

Infront sat an old black rolls royce, an expensive car filled with all the luxuries of that age. Extremely spacious in both the front seats and back, with plush couches to sit on. He opened the back door and extended his arm out, offering to take your hand and help you inside.

"Are you sure? I really don't want to be much hassle-"

Lestat chuckled as you spoke, grabbing your hand with his pearly smirk wrapped across his lips.

"I know you want to, you do not need to pretend that you're oh so innocent."

He spoke so sensually about just a short car ride as if it were something much more, it was true you'd been admiring him so thoroughly but this couldn't just be your imagination picking up on false signs. Eagerly you took his lead and slipped into the car.

The door shut quietly as he got in beside you, not in the drivers seat where he should've been..

All night your mind had been a buzz of excitement, something about the presence of this man bewitched you, his gaze sent all kinds of explicit thoughts to your imagination. Having him sat so close, so unexplained, you found yourself feeling tense, unable to move, chest rising and falling rapidly trying to pant out a steady breath.

"Ta beauté est plus qu'une rose en fleur.. Ce soir tu seras à moi"

His words slipped out in a sweet whisper, you couldn't understand him but the sound of his mother language rolling off his tongue made him even more irresistible. Jolts of a cold shiver shot down your spine, feeling his icy hand cup your cheek while his lips moved unbearably close. Your lips crashed against his, like the ocean crashing against the sand and everything seemed to be swept away in a wave of passion.

Once again your body moved on it's own, desperately unbuttoning Lestat's shirt while your lips were still intertwined. So many thoughts rushed through your head, yet you could only think of him. His body, his kiss, his hot breath.

He separated from your lips, bringing a small breathy whine out of you, the desperation on your face only exciting him more. Hands fumbling to undo your own buttons, he sat back and admired your craving, frenzied beauty; his own hand now slipping his belt off.

"Non non cher.. Let me help"

His body loomed ontop of yours, now pushing you back to lay on the seat, your excitement just grazing underneath him. The blonde male slipped your pants off with ease, holding that same hypnotic gaze into your eyes that he had been testing you with all night. Pushing two fingers deep into your hole, curling them, holding up the back of your neck with the other arm, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

He chuckled at your state, how you desperately tried to muffle your sound, gasping from the stimulation, how easily you grew more and more needy. You tried to look away, finding his gaze completely impossible, you couldn't contain yourself. Lestat grabbed your chin and turned held you to face him

"Uhuh.. I want to see every ounce of pleasure, every small wince."

"L -Lestat.. Please.. Please"

Whining out, pearls of tears forming in your eyes as the desperation grew so unbearable, your body longed for his. The man's lips crashed against yours as he fully slipped down his pants and lined himself up to your now stretched entrance.

You gagged out a muffled moan into his mouth, as he pushed his entire cock into you, bottoming out without seconds. It was almost impossible to get a breath out, you pulled your lips away to pant out small moans of pleasure. His left hand gripped tightly onto your hip while the other gently caressed your twitching dick.

His kiss ragged down from your lips, to your neck, to your shoulder, to your collar bone. Going from sloppy, long kisses to desperate bites and hickeys. He groaned into your skin, between small noises and kisses whispering out

"Je t'aime.. You feel so-.. so good.. Je t'aime.."

By now he was thrusting in and out, emphasising your now loud, passionate moans. You could do nothing but shake underneath him, hands running through his hair, pulling it so desperately. You could feel yourself getting closer, his pounding becoming quicker and his groans becoming louder.

You pulled his head up, his teeth bared from grazing your skin leaving all sorts of marks. The desperation in his eyes, that spark of lust, it was unreal. Words escaped you, you couldn't even form a sentance to tell him how good you felt.

Unable to hold it, cum spurted from your cock, spilling all over his hand, your stomach, his chest, dripping onto the seats of the car. The climax was like an explosion of stimulation. Leaving you flopped down, panting and drooling.

This sight drove Lestat wild, he ruthlessly pounded as fast as he could, leaving deep bites on your collar bone and neck. Like a feral animal. You felt his seed shooting into you, spilling from your hole, his pace now slowing as he reached his peak. Now he was panting too, shaky groans slipping out as his pace now came to a slow stop.

"Magnifique.. Magnifique.."

He pushed your hair back as he pulled out, then laying another sloppy, passionate kiss on your lips, not pulling away for some time.

Lestat looked at you, spark in his eye, admiring the complete trembling mess he had left you in. Dripping, covered in marks, still panting from pleasure. He lifted his pants back up and did up the belt before slipping his shirt back on and doing up some of the buttons. He slipped into the front seat with a smirk, starting the car

"Now.. I can't leave you in this state can I? Let me take you home and get you cleaned up..."

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author's notes ; I DID ITTTT!!! FINALLYYYYYYY!!!!! mandatory french lessons rlly popped off today baybeeeyy. any support through reblogs or likes is sososososo appreciated <3 my reqs are open too !!