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Contains: grinding, author being a boob guy and projecting, GN reader, bath sex
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Babysitting the Leech twins was hell, between the pranks and biting you have to wonder why you stick around.
And the answer to that is quite simple really, they have a VERY hot mom. With long hair that was somehow naturally blue and black, and sharp teeth you could imagine biting into you. Always dressed in what Magicam would call “mob wife” outfits that suited her perfectly.
Ms. Leech or Georgina as she insisted you call her is a wealthy widow. You weren't sure exactly what she does for work, your only clues being “this and that’ and being told she took up her dead husband’s work. The pay you get for babysitting her demon children is far more than the average babysitter wage. So she must be doing well for herself.
Back to the hellspawn you babysat.
They were the reason you are currently hung from the ceiling, blood rushing to your head and legs tied up like an animal at a butch shop.
Jade had bought a new book on knots, something he said would be useful for sailing and hiking. And who better to test it on than you?
Not like you agreed, the damn kids had tricked you once again, Floyd had hidden and jade cried about not knowing where to find him. You could tell it was a set up. No matter how well Jade played to part. But you couldn’t risk him telling the truth and not helping. Mama leech would not approve, so you rolled your eyes and followed him down the long twisted halls of the manor. Only to step into their trap. A rope rigged to pull you up once it was stepped in.
Floyd was laughing his ass off, Jade snickering behind a gloved hand. You yelled at them to let you down. Trashing and spinning yourself, which only served to make you sick and them laugh harder.
“Cichlids looks like a fish on a hook! hahaha!” “You’re right Floyd they do.”
“Boys…”
All of you jumped at the sound of Georgina’s voice. She looked only slightly annoyed, tapping her foot and smirking with a “What the hell is this??” look.
“THEY TIED ME UP!!” you yelled. Georgina approached you, inspecting the knot work. “Very good Jade, but you should know better than to tie up your babysitter, next time use your brother.”
Both boys sighed before giving a “Yes mama.” then giggling to themselves and running off down the hall.
It took Georgina a minute to get you down, though you suspect she took her sweet time doing so. Once you were finally down you heard her mutter something to you, “Now, now, next time I should be the one tying you up~”
Surely just the blood rush.
—
Cooking dinner for the tweels (as you had taken to calling them) was always a struggle, well cooking for Floyd was at least, Jade would eat anything. The only problem was making enough for him. Floyd on the other hand…he wasn't picky per se. Sure he disliked mushrooms but other than that he was fine. But it was him constantly changing his mind that was the issue.
You had managed to make something they both wanted and had earned yourself a nice 20 or so minutes to relax on the fancy couch in the loungeroom. You sat scrolling on your phone, liking the occasional post from a friend. When you heard the front door unlocking, odd, Ms. Leech usually doesn’t get home until almost midnight. And yet you saw her walk into the lounge.
“I assume the boys are eating?” She asked with a smile, “Yes ma’am.” “Good”
She took off her hat and hung it on the hat stand next to her, it was sculpted to look like eels emerging from coral. Very fitting for the home's ocean theme.
“The boys have playdates scheduled for today. Once they finish eating please see to it they are ready to go.” “Of course”
That was another odd thing, she had texted you this morning about needing you to babysit overnight, and while Georgina could be impulsive at times she never had asked you to come over unless she actually needed you to watch her sons. Deciding not to dwell on it you simply got the boys to finish eating and get ready. Floyd hadn’t wanted to go until he heard he’d be having a playdate with Azul, their friend since birth you had learned. His family was sweet, you had even babysat for them a few times on Georgina’s recommendation of you to Mrs. and Mr. Ashengrotto. You felt bad for the kid having to put up with the twins.
Floyd took the longest to get ready, for he kept changing his mind on what shirt he should wear. Once you got them out the door and into the awaiting car you grabbed your bag to leave, “And where are you off to amore?~” You felt your skin prickle from the pet name, not to mention the sultry way it had left her lips. You watched as she approached you like a predator stalking towards its prey.
“I thought- Did you still need me?”
God you were so embarrassed, stuttering like that in front of the hottest woman you had ever seen.
“Well…I was thinking you and I could enjoy a nice bath together. I know my boys can be a handful, and I am very grateful for you,” she continued on but all you could focus on was the “bath” and “together”
Did…did she really mean that?!
Not that you’d be opposed, just that it seemed so sudden! “So, what do you say amore? Shall I run us a bath?”
—
Her tub was huge, bigger than the ones the tweels had. And the bathroom was one of the prettiest you had seen. The room somehow had a glow that resembled the appearance of being underwater, with the partners reflecting off the tiled walls, the mirror was within an eel like frame. And you could see a bunch of expensive bath salts.
The tub was already filled with water, you could see the steam rising as you took notice of the rose petals.
“Rose petals are good for the skin you know, that’s how I remain so youthful fufuf~”
You highly doubt that was the only reason for the flowers but you weren’t going to say anything that could ruin this moment.
From behind you you heard the ruffling of fabric before she spoke once more, “Oh my it seems I can reach the zipper,” she turned her back to you as to show you the problem. “Would you be a dear and help me out?”
You didn’t need to be told twice, you grabbed the zipper and slowly pulled down, careful not to ruin the dress you were sure was worth more than what you make in a year. As you pulled the zipper you saw a tattoo being exposed the further down you went. And the gorgeous design was very detailed, it must have taken a long time to finish.
And you guessed it, the tattoo was of an eel, “a moray.”
“Yes?” you heard her giggle, “No dear it is a moray eel, though I’m glad you’ve taken to the name.” Well that was embarrassing.
Once she shimmied out the dress she began working on her bra and panties. You also undressed though being less careful than her.
—
The bath was the perfect temperature, you were right by Georgina’s side, your face pressed against her shoulder, leaving you eye level with her breast. You hadn’t expected her to take a hold of your head and lay it against her. But like with everything that had happened that night you were complaining.
Her clawed hands massaged your scalp. It felt nice. So nice you wondered if you could fall asleep like this, until you felt that hand drift down, lower and lower, reaching all the way to your tailbone. Your eyes were wide. Your breath hitched as you felt her rubbing circles.
“You work so hard, I’m impressed.”
Her free hand cupped the back of your head and pulled you closer to her bosom. “Mpf?!”
You soon relaxed into her, if she was putting down what you were picking up you were all for it.
You felt the hand that was once gently caressing your dip even lower, grabbing at your ass, pulling you closer. For a moment both of you were still, then you felt her grind against you, her clit catching against your pelvis, both of you rolled against each other the second time.
Soon you had set a steady rhythm. You and her panting and moaning, yours being muffled by her boobs. The water in the tub splashed on the ground as her pace picked up, you could feel your muscles tensing as the burning pleasure coursed through your veins. You couldn’t tell who came first all you could you knew was the taste of her flesh as you bit her and the smell of salt and rose.
Warnings: strong language, allusions to sex and concerns of assault, mind reading, dysfunctional found families, Lestat admitting he used to be kinda sexist
Author’s note: okay so i forgot the canon that vampires can’t hear the thoughts of their spawns? so for the sake of a little fantasy delulu time let’s just ignore that. this is more of a character study than anything else bc i just think they’re neat.
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“You fucked Lestat?”
You gritted your teeth, hissing out an embarrassed breath and gesturing for Daniel to lower his voice as the patrons at the tables around you glanced over at his exclamation.
Your former boss and constant mentor had gotten a lot more brash since the vampire Armand jumped him and made him a bloodsucking creature of the night. He used to be straight up insufferable; at least until he allowed the cracks to show during a late night editing session several years ago, in which he revealed how much you reminded him of his daughters, how much he cared for you in a way that was deeper than just a writer and his assistant. He was still insufferable afterward, but you were bonded, considered him family; the pissy, dangerous uncle with a heart of gold you never had.
Which is why you didn’t appreciate him delving into your thoughts and witnessing the orgasm the vampire-turned-rockstar you’d been interviewing with him for the past month had given you just two nights prior.
“Okay, first of all, shut the hell up,” you snapped in a hiss-whisper. “Second of all, you promised not to read my mind, you freak.”
“Hey, that one wasn’t on me,” Daniel retorted gruffly, downing the rest of his whisky in one swig to clear his mind of the traumatic image of Lestat’s face contorted in ecstasy. “That one was so strong I had no choice but to see it. Now I won’t be able to think of anything but what Lestat’s cock feels like when I look at him for the rest of this project.”
You gagged. At least he hadn’t seen you naked. You liked him way too much, despite him being himself, and didn’t want any need to cut ties with him to arise.
“Seriously though, what have I told you about getting personally involved with a subject?” Daniel quipped. He’d recovered from the shock of it all, now glaring at you sternly over the rim of his frameless glasses.
“… To not do that,” you answered sheepishly.
There was a reason you never followed him into the journalism field, only helping on the Lestat project because he’d asked you to, offering to pay twice your annual salary for your assistance; you were way too empathetic, too loving to detach yourself from the people you encountered on personal interest projects like these. It had happened with much less disastrous results when he’d interviewed Louis and Armand, leading to an all-too-close friendship with Louis that persisted even after the project was over and the book published.
A friendship which, thinking of it now, was probably in serious jeopardy now that you’d knocked boots with his ex husband.
“Oh, he’s pissed,” Daniel answered the thought without it being voiced. You scowled, wanting to throw the nearest, heaviest object at him.
“Quit reading my thoughts!” you demanded. “Why is Louis even in your head right now anyway?”
I heard him say you fucked Lestat. That can happen, kind of a subconscious thing when vampires are socially connected like us.
Louis’ disembodied voice seethed in your head, but not with anger at you like you’d expected and feared; he was gunning for Lestat, ready to tear the balls from his scrotum for seducing you, a defenseless mortal, when you already had so much stake in vampire entanglements being Daniel’s protege and Louis’ platonic companion.
You groaned, standing abruptly, shaking the glassware on the table noisily as you did.
“I’m leaving,” you spat. “I need two seconds away from you overgrown mosquitos.”
You stormed out of the restaurant, not caring how much of a scene you made, red in the face that Daniel was trying to suppress laughter at your dig. You were thankful that he didn’t try to call you back, knowing your limits, always respectful of the cooling-off periods you took when you would inevitably butt heads.
The city was cool and peaceful as you exited the building and walked along the river, watching the skyline on the opposite bank and taking deep, heaving breaths.
You felt so stupid for falling for Lestat the way you did, letting him into your bed when you knew every red flag about him; least of them that he would eat you if you weren’t careful. It had been so long since you’d felt so wanted though, and fucking him had made you feel more than just desired; he’d romanced you, devoured you, made love to you in such a way that you felt like your soul had been touched, kissed, worshipped via the senses of your skin. Every second thought was a memory, of his soft laughter, his husky voice in your ear, his stubble scraping the insides of your thighs as his nails dug into your plush skin. You could still feel his lips, the tenderness of them, their ghosts making their way from your jaw to your neck to your breasts to your stomach and lower, lower, until he was playfully nipping at your ankle.
You sighed heavily. You wished he meant any of it.
At least you see he’s a liar.
Louis’ voice cut clear through your own internal monologue, making you grit your teeth.
You won’t make the same mistakes I did with him.
“Louis, I’d really like a moment alone,” you quipped out loud. “I don’t want you in my head right now.”
I’m just making sure you’re okay. It’s a lot, I know, but it’s all ‘cause we care about you.
“Maybe, but it’s also because you all hate Lestat,” you grumbled. “Daniel maybe not so much but you, you especially hate him. You’re going to hold my own stupidity against him when I’m just as to blame as he is for fucking my best friend’s ex.”
Lestat has supernatural powers of manipulation. He could have compelled you into sex and made you feel like it was all your idea.
What Louis didn’t know is that it was your idea. Much as he still loved to pretend that Lestat was this infallible supervillain, all superficial charm and evil intentions without any real substance, the truth was that somewhere, Lestat still cared for him, and in the years since their parting had learned to respect him. You noticed it throughout your friendship with Louis in the way he kept his distance, never pressing, never begging for forgiveness or for Louis to take him back as a lover; it became even more apparent when you met him for the first time and his eyes hardly strayed from you, his attraction to you as little-guarded as every other emotion he felt, but he never once did so much as even flirt with you. He knew what you meant to Louis, knew that acting on his desires would hurt him deeply; it was you who'd crossed the line, asking if he'd like to meet you for dinner after shooting under the guise of "getting to know him better, without lights and cameras in the way", you who invited him to your hotel room, you who told him it was okay, he could kiss you if he really wanted. None of it had been compulsion; you spent enough time around vampires to know when your thoughts had stopped being your own.
"Don't make me a victim," you snapped back at Louis. "You know me better than that."
I know Lestat better than that, too.
"So what, you think Lestat only fucked me to get on your nerves? Because I'll be honest, Lou, I've spent enough time with him to believe that he's not the same bitchy abuser he was when you were together. He's let a lot of it go."
Don't defend him.
"Don't belittle me!"
She's right, Louis. You're infantilizing her. You and I know well she is not some helpless damsel.
"Oh for fuck's sake, not you t-"
You stamped in an angry fit, turning as you tossed your bag onto the cobbled sidewalk in frustration, expecting the lane beside you to be empty but instead meeting the striking blue eyes of a lean, elegant man perched under a nearby streetlight. He grinned at you, amused, stubbing out his cigarette under a studded boot before sauntering towards you.
"... I didn't think you'd actually be here," you told Lestat, stating the obvious.
"I knew you and Daniel were dining nearby to exchange notes," he explained. "I was coming anyway, to offer to walk you back to your hotel, when I heard you arguing with my old paramour. Bonjour, mon cher."
You clenched your hands, focusing on the press of your nails into the lines of your palms, affectively blocking Louis from intruding on any more of your thoughts. It took effort, but it was possible.
"I don't want him to hear us. Please," you begged Lestat. "… I would really like it if you walked me home."
"Of course," he replied. "You have my word."
He bent and gathered your abused bag from the pavement, returning it to you before offering his arm. You took it in a tentative grasp, resting our fingertips in the crook of his elbow. Together, you made your way along the riverside.
The walk was silent for several minutes, time spent basking in the beautiful weather, the unusual serenity of the empty street. With every gentle breath of wind you could smell him, metallic under the musky sweetness of expensive cologne, the same scent you found on your sheets the morning after he'd spent the night. He raised his opposite hand to cover yours where it lay on his sleeve, giving your knuckles a gentle squeeze.
"I presume he found out about us," Lestat speculated, breaching the subject much more gracefully than you would have.
You nodded, a pit of shame opening in your stomach and starting to gnaw at you.
"Yeah. And even though I'm the one who started it, he's convinced you compelled me to get back at him."
Lestat tsk'ed, sucking on his teeth.
"Dégoûtant, those of our kind who do such things. The sex is no fun if your partner is an unwilling puppet. Louis remains certain I did the same to him."
"You stalked him and killed the priest he was confessing to."
"We fucked before that. No coercion necessary."
You glanced over to find the man fixing you with a teasing smirk, another pulse of his fingers around yours.
"Ma cherie, I knew if I were to have you, you would have to come to me of your own volition," Lestat continued. "I knew you would not come willingly if I tried. You were 'off limits', for lack of a better term."
"Because of Louis," you finished his thought.
He sighed softly, tilting his head back as he searched for the correct words.
"... Not just because of Louis," he finally stated. "You are very protective of yourself. I do not think you are entirely aware of it, but you hold your knowledge of your worth like a shield. It is what drew me to you. Instead of fawning over me or outright hating me, you made me feel as though I had to prove myself worthy of you, gain your favor and acceptance to exist in your eyes, let alone seduce you. You demand your permission be given before others may lust after you. It is quite sexy, for a certain type of man."
"And you're that certain type of man?"
Lestat chuckled.
"Excessive eagerness bores me in a lover," he mused. "I enjoy a challenge, and yours is uniquely beautiful."
You considered his words, feeling yourself start to ease. He certainly didn’t sound like a jilted lover trying to get back at an ex, but an inherent distrust still tugged at you.
Something vibrated at your side, pulling you from your thoughts. Lestat huffed as he separated from you to remove his phone from his jacket pocket, laughing jadedly as he showed you the caller ID: Louis de Pointe du Lac. He flicked the call to voicemail, and a moment later turned up the speaker so you could hear the message Louis left.
“I know you’re with her, bitch. Pick up.”
Lestat chuckled, shaking his head as he pressed delete.
“He used to tell me I was melodramatic,” he joked. “I suppose there’s more of my blood within him than either of us realized.”
He took your arm again, pressing himself close into your side, keeping you near.
“… Truthfully I did not want Louis to ever know,” he confessed. “I can feel his adoration of you. He wishes only to protect you the way…”
He didn’t finish the thought, but you heard it as clearly as if you had your own telepathic abilities.
“I know I remind him of Claudia,” you responded. “And in his defense, you do have a habit of killing the women he cares about most.”
Lestat huffed out a soft laugh, jaded, guilty. Perhaps even remorseful.
“He was going to leave me no matter what,” he murmured. “I attempted to delay the inevitable and in so doing I destroyed us both. He does not want the same fate for you, but I cannot deny it, agneau; I want you badly.”
The admission chilled you, warmed you, sent currents through your core to your limbs to your head that made you dizzy. How exhilarating it was to be coveted by the man you desired most.
“I can’t be caged, Les,” you warned him despite the tender thrill of it all. “My willpower is much stronger than Louis’. I’ll only hurt you worse if you try to chain me up.”
“You make me want to be better, despite my propensity to… well, to not do that,” he replied. “Louis… his love for you, what happened between us… the value you know you have. You are a goddess to me. I lay myself at your feet and beg forgiveness. I will do everything to deserve it.”
“… Then you did mean it,” you noted after a beat. “When you said the other night that you want to be with me.”
“I always mean that when I say it,” Lestat replied. “I want forever with you if you will take it.”
“Forever is a big ask after one night together,” you relayed. “If we last… ten years together, I’ll consider it.”
Lestat chuckled, lifting your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles.
“Ten years is nothing to an immortal life,” he said. “I would wait hundreds if you asked.”
As you came up to the entrance of your hotel, your phone began to ring. You sighed, digging through your bag until you found the offending device and checking the caller ID, though you knew you wouldn’t need to. You sent Louis to voicemail, opening up your messaging app to text him instead.
I’m fine, you told him. Les and I are just talking through some stuff.
It didn’t even take a few seconds before his reply came through.
You’re calling him “Les” now?
You rolled your eyes, typing furiously, quickly, before setting your phone to silent and shoving it back into your bag.
I called him Daddy the other night. Would you prefer that?
Lestat laughed as he read over your shoulder, cradling your head in one of his hands and pulling you close to kiss your temple. He let his lips linger, his nose buried in your hair, the act so loving you felt yourself wanting to melt into him, into eternity and oblivion with him. You knew better than to give in so easily.
“I like the way you bite,” he confessed. “Feisty women used to irritate me, but I have come to appreciate them. I like the way you wear your spirit.”
Your expression softened as you looked in his eyes. You knew this change was because of Claudia, his guilt over the part he played in her death. You didn’t say as much, simply lacing your fingers with his and leading him through the sliding glass doors into the hotel lobby.
Daniel was waiting for you inside, leaned against one of the ugly chairs in the lounge by the reception desk, launching himself gracefully off it and striding towards you with purpose as you entered. You tried to remove your hand from Lestat’s, but he held firm.
“Louis’ about to get on a plane and use your severed head as a punching bag,” Daniel gruffed, looking at the fellow vampire. “Very vivid imagery I’m getting here.”
If you weren’t speaking to Louis, Daniel would be. He tried so hard to act detached but the truth was he cared just as deeply for Louis as he did for you. It was sweet, in a fucked up way. You tried not to remember the fact that Daniel was very disappointed about not fucking him, high off his ass, in a coffin when they first met in the 70s.
“Tell Louis I’m fine,” you told him. “I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”
“You’re mortal,” Daniel rebuffed, “you’re practically a lamb in a lion’s den. Armand erased my memory and took my own agency away from me for fifty fuckin’ years and you think this asshat won’t do the same or worse to you?”
“Well for one thing I’m not tweaked out on twenty different kinds of heroin and ecstasy so I’ve got that working in my favor.”
It was a low blow, and you regretted it the moment you said it. You shrank back at the hurt in Daniel’s eyes, but you could feel something involuntarily within him, like he knew he deserved it. He sighed, glowering at Lestat.
“Lie to me and I’ll find out and feed you your own testicles,” Daniel warned. “Did you compel her?”
“No.”
An answer without hesitation, firm, paired with a gentle squeeze of your hand. Daniel sized him up for a moment before backing down, but only slightly.
“Call Louis,” he said to you. “Or he’ll kill your little concubine here.”
You smirked a little as he gestured to Lestat, the tension between the two of you broken.
You gonna be okay? Need me to keep watch tonight?
A slight shake of your head and the issue was dropped. Daniel nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder as he passed you and gripping you tightly, a silent acknowledgement of his care. You watched as he slid out the hotel doors, no doubt off to hunt now that the night’s drama was subsided.
“To be loved by some of the worst people living in this or any era,” Lestat mused, lighthearted. “How does it feel?”
You laughed softly, wrapping your arm around his sinfully tiny waist and folding into his side.
“Exhausting,” you replied. “It’s like I’m living in an episode of Real Housewives, except instead of a bunch of middle aged gold diggers I’m surrounded by disaster gays who have all fucked each other at least once.”
“Daniel’s not my type. At least you’re safe from that.”
You held each other in the elevator up to your floor, the walk to your room silent in a comfortable way. Lestat paused at the threshold after you slid your key in, standing close but not crossing into the room. His eyes traced your features, gentle, reverent.
“Do you want me to stay?” he asked, barely a whisper.
You shook your head, your nose almost brushing his.
“It’ll only cause more problems if you’re here when I call Louis,” you regretfully explained. “I don’t want to drag up any of the bones that should stay buried.”
Lestat nodded, conceding despite how tense you could feel he was, every muscle contracted against the press of rejection, no matter how fleeting, how gentle. You leaned in and pressed your lips to his, palms laid on his chest, holding the kiss firm until you needed to breathe. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you pulled away, stealing another kiss from your forehead.
“I will be listening if you need me, or want me,” he told you. “Bonne nuit… my sweetest love.”
You resisted parting from him as much as he did you. You wanted nothing more than to curl into your mattress like you did with him before, when your bodies were spent and still tangled in each other, his head on your chest and his hands tracing every curve they could reach. He was impossibly easy to submit to. It scared you. It thrilled you.
Louis answered your call after the first ring, going on a minutes-long tirade about the dangers of being alone with Lestat the moment he picked up. You laid back on the pillows on the bed and just listened, letting him release his rage to make way for more civilized conversation.
“You remember we already had sex, right?” you drawled once he quieted. “And that I’m neither dead nor undead and he has in fact called me.”
“That isn’t my point,” Louis snapped.
“Lou, please,” you begged, exasperated, exhausted. “I don’t want to fight. If you’re upset with me for sleeping with Lestat because he’s your ex and that’s a shitty thing for a friend to do, I can accept that. I’ll walk away from him forever if that’s the reason you’re doing all of this because the last thing I want is to hurt you. But if it’s still about what happened between you two, with Claudia, I don’t want to be dragged into that. That’s for the two of you to resent each other over for eternity. The Lestat I know has grown from that and I want to give him the chance to show me as much.”
Louis was silent for several moments, no doubt considering the very uncomfortable truth that he actually didn’t care what you did with Lestat so long as the man treated you well. He was likely pacing, prowling back and forth along the pit of his living room, shoulders tense and teeth slightly bared. You simply waited, allowing him to work it through and come to you with his own conclusion.
“You’re sure he didn’t compel you?” Louis asked after ages, his voice resigned.
“You and I both know Lestat only wants a lover who’s willing. He’s an asshole but he’s not that big of an asshole that he’d rape someone.”
“… Yeah, unfortunately he does have a heart somewhere inside him,” Louis surrendered. “He likes it when people doubt he does but he does have one.”
“Nobody doubts he does,” you said with a slight smile. “He’s very bad at keeping it hidden.”
Louis chuckled softly, and you could practically feel the weight lifting from his chest.
“I’m sorry,” he told you. “I just can’t see another person I love get hurt by what’s between Lestat and me.”
“You won’t,” you promised. “If he does anything even a little bit out of line he’ll have hell to pay from all of us. And honestly I think he’s just… tired. Tired of the pain of it all. You hurt him too, you know.”
“I know,” Louis murmured. “I also know that if anyone’s got enough love and strength in their heart to handle him, it’s you. You’re good at dealing with toxic men.”
“I know,” you deadpanned. “It’s literally the only thing I ever do.”
Louis laughed, genuinely laughed, the sound rolling from his stomach and into the atmosphere, cracking your heart wide open. You didn’t hear him laugh nearly enough, and he deserved to.
“I miss you,” he confessed, mirroring your own emotions. “Come to Dubai when you and Daniel are done blowing smoke up Lestat’s ass. We can drink coffee and do yoga and catch up on all the trash TV we missed watching together because of the time zones.”
You smiled, wishing he were in the room so you could pull him into your arms. There was nothing better than to hold him, to know you were loved for yourself and nothing else; no ulterior motives, just affection between two souls.
“I’ll be there,” you replied. “I’m gonna need a fucking vacation after this anyway.”
Another laugh, refreshing and reviving as the first birdsong in spring. You would never not be thankful for these men, you realized, surrounded not only by their problems but by their love in all its varying forms. It was humbling.
“I love you, Louis,” you said, not thinking, just feeling.
“I love you, too,” he echoed. “You should get some sleep.”
“I should,” you conceded with a sigh. “I’ll text you tomorrow. Let you know if Lestat’s back on his old bullshit.”
“He won’t be,” Louis stated, quiet, firm. “He knows what good he has with you.”
Your chest tightened, fluttered. There was no way you could be as good as that, but you would always allow Louis to let you believe it.
“Goodnight, Lou.”
“Goodnight, lamb.”
You stood and tossed your phone on the bed, sighing heavily, rolling your shoulders to release some of the tightness in them. Your head felt light in a good way, clear like coming out of a bad migraine. You crossed the room to the balcony doors and slid them open, stepping into the night and just allowing yourself to breathe.
“Is he over his little tempter tantrum?”
Lestat was there waiting for you, perched on the railing like a stray cat, his eyes just as bright as he watched you come toward him. You laughed, shaking your head, but moving no more hesitantly into his open arms.
“You’re ridiculous,” you chided. “Please don’t make this a habit.”
Lestat grinned, showing his teeth, hooking his arms low on your waist and letting you lean on him as he stole a peck from your lips.
“Take me as I am, cherie,” he playfully begged. “When I love, I love viciously, and for always.”
You held his face in your hands, your thumbs smoothing over the high points of his sharp cheeks, watching the way his lashes drooped with longing as he looked back at you. He still had a lot of proving himself to do, but you would hold him close to your heart until he earned the key to it.
“Stay with me tonight,” you whispered. “No sex. Just hold me while I sleep.”
“I will always,” he breathed. “As long as you want me, I am yours.”
You took Lestat’s hand and led him inside, shutting the doors and the world along with them. You slept cradled on his chest that night, his eyes glowing in the darkness of your room as he watched the hours creep on into blushing dawn through the cracks in the tightly drawn curtains. Your soft snores were like gentle melodies to him, every little imperfection a gift, a new beauty for him to unravel and cherish. When you finally woke and were quietly surprised to find him still at your side, he ached, his love for you solidifying itself in his long dead heart in that very moment. Daniel and Louis thought themselves your protectors, but he would maim himself, stand in open sunlight, drive the stake through his own chest if it meant ensuring your safety, your trust in him.
If he himself were the monster he was protecting you from, he would kill the beast thousands of times, again and again, until it no longer chased you.
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In Legend of Zelda a link between Worlds, a character, an older man in Kakariko Village was supposed to be the hero of Hyrule before Link. This is why it was hard to beat him if you wanted to challenge him in a fight.
Armand has been watching you for a while now, and finally decides to take what he wants.
“She looks rather annoyed, doesn’t she?” A warm, honeyed voice echoes off the high ceilings of the museum, wrapping its elegant timbre around you as footsteps slowly follow. “You can tell she would much rather lose herself in the wild fantasies of her books than be bothered by the mundane world around her.”
“Is that really so bad?” You ask playfully, defending the nameless woman in the painting to the stranger that approaches you from behind. “Have you seen the world out there lately?”
“Oh, I’ve seen plenty of it, darling.” A heavy pause lingers between you as those footsteps halt just by your side, the outline of his dark visage now haunting your periphery. “Enough to know that she’s been out there searching for something, for a part of someone she’s found in every chapter of every book that she’s ever read. She can’t quite tell why she’s fallen for the same type of characters over and over again, unable to find an equivalent out there amongst the living. Dark, eternal characters with volatile tempers and passionate obsession never fail to pull her in, constantly whispering to her in the breadth of their margins.”
His words seem a bit too pointed, too specific to be a mere idle interpretation of the painting. You think that maybe he’s the curator of the museum who happens to be really good at profiling his patrons, or that maybe he’s some kind of art historian or scholar. Or maybe he’s simply one of the few people who actually follows you on social media. Whatever the case may be, you turn to face him as he continues staring at the painting, his golden eyes surveying every inch of it as if it were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.
“Do I know you?” You ask, taking in the soft curl of his onyx locks as they fall past his ears, resting just above his shoulders. There’s something different about him that you can’t quite place, something unnerving that forces your eyes to narrow. He looks as if he belongs here in this exhibit, akin to one of the ancient Roman statues proudly displayed in the other room, his prominent features just as much a work of art as the painting before you.
He pauses, looking you up and down as if you should already know the answer before taking a step forward, stopping halfway between you and the wall.
“Dracula, Loki, Hades and the Phantom were merely cheap substitutes for what she truly longs for, what she already knows is hers,” he starts again, still speaking to you even though he looks onward. “An endless love with enough fire behind it to keep her warm while still threatening to engulf her in flames at any given moment.”
“Excuse me?” You ask with a tilt of your head, wondering if he’s been looking through your personal library, hacking into your search history, or if this was all some sort of sick joke, a prank set up by one of your friends that would only seem funny when you told the story a few days later. But something in your gut told you that his presence here was anything but a joke.
“You always come back to this specific painting, mon coeur. It doesn’t matter how many times it crosses the ocean or exchanges hands, you always know to follow. You’ve somehow managed to find it in Paris, New York and finally… right here in Chicago.” He glances back at you for a brief moment, his hands buried within the pockets of his suit as he allows his words to sink in.
How did he know that? How did he know any of this?!
“Always?” His suggestion cuts deep into your psyche, like a knife to your spinal cord, fraying each and every one of your nerves until they spread out over the expanse of your skin, prickling it with goosebumps in even the darkest of places. “I don’t remember you… I… I would have remembered you.”
You take a step forward, wanting to find out more about this beautiful stranger who knew a hell of a lot more about you than you did about him.
“You always wonder the same thing when you look at her. ‘Who could have possibly disturbed her? A lover? A parent? A child? A mentor?’” He laughs under his breath. “‘Didn’t they know what they had just interrupted? What paradise lay within the pages beneath her fingertips?”
You open your mouth to speak, but find yourself suddenly forgetting how to, the thoughts in your head swirling around like a cauldron bubbling over with a deadly mixture of shock and utter disbelief. So you stare in silence as he turns toward you, pulling his hand out of his pocket to gently touch the pendant dangling around your neck, those infernal eyes of his drifting toward your pulse.
“I’ve been calling to you for some time now.” He starts again, his voice low and soft, meant only for you. “In every piece of poetry, every work of art, every dream that leaves you breathless. In the dark corner of every room, every chill that runs down your spine when you think that someone is watching you, especially when you secretly hope that they are. I was there. When your darkest desires bred contempt for your mortal lovers, too afraid to give you what you wanted, what you craved, what you knew you deserved, I was there.” His fingers drop the pendant onto your chest before slowly smoothing them over your collarbone and around your neck, his thumb softly pressing into your pulse. “But you’ve mistaken all that for fiction.”
“That’s not true, it can’t be… I didn’t see you in Paris or New York.” You try to rationalize his words as they brew up feelings of both fear and excitement, the unexpected muscle memory of his touch keeping you still where you stand.
“Didn’t you?” He grips your throat a little tighter, pulling you close enough to whisper into your ear. “I saw you in Paris when you were just a student at university with bright eyes and a saccharine sense of innocence fueling those bouncy little veins of yours. I know you hate that haircut when you look back on it now, but I quite enjoyed the way it framed your face back then.”
Holy shit. This was real.
“In New York you were far too bitter, too jaded from a recent breakup. I could practically taste your discontent and sorrow, scent how blocked off you were from the rest of the world, how angry you still were. I could tell you weren’t ready then, either.”
“I wasn’t?” You shake your head as you begin searching through your memories, frantically sifting through images of taxi cabs, airplanes and trains, of cafes and museums all in an attempt to try and see if you could spot him in the background of any of them. But you come up short.
“But now…” he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his thumb massages the length of your vein. “You’re perfect now, not too sweet, not too bitter. Just right. You’ve grown so tired of this mortal life that even those fictional lovers in your precious books can’t scratch that itch, can’t give you what you know you need. But I can.”
“You can?” You ask in a shaky whisper as your breath begins to shallow, his cold lips on your chin making you shiver.
He pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, his nose gently brushing against yours as he gives you a knowing smirk. ‘You know I can. I always do,’ he says without opening his mouth, without moving those perfect lips of his.
There’s that word again: Always.
“Armand?” The name comes to you from far across the hazy recesses of your mind, as if he somehow managed to melt through your barriers that you can’t quite remember placing.
Memories begin to trickle down into the forefront of your mind, like molten wax racing down a taper candle, one drop collecting on top of the other until it creates its own unique design. You can remember him now, flames that seemed to burn hotter than you ever thought possible, your hands in his hair clutching at his curls as his teeth… no, his fangs sank into your flesh. You moan out loud as your body recalls the sensation of his mouth on your neck, the bliss that flowed through you as he drank your blood like a man starved.
He HAD been with you all those years ago, in more ways than one. Watching. Waiting. Drinking.
“You remember now.” He presses his thumbnail into the delicate skin of your neck, piercing just deep enough to draw blood as those fiery eyes darken. “I knew you would.”
You hiss as the pain stings each layer of your skin, throbbing shortly after as your blood begins dripping down your neck. Part of you is still frightened, still wants to run away, but you can’t make your body listen to your brain, not anymore. You can’t send the signals down to your arms or legs to push him off or kick him in the groin to put some distance between you. You’re stuck. Like in some terrible nightmare, you’re paralyzed within the confines of his grasp, unable to stop him from leaning in and licking the blood off your neck right here in front of God and the painting.
But you’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel like heaven, if his tongue on your skin doesn’t ignite that fire in your core that everyone else before him had failed to spark alight. Still unable to move, you decide to surrender and close your eyes, relishing in the sparkling bursts of bliss each lap of his tongue sends into your skin, through your muscles and down your spine, making you moan once more as he drank you down.
‘That’s it, darling, give in to your desires. No need to pretend that you don’t want this as badly as I do. We both know better.’ His eloquent voice speaks through your mind and he continues to drink, greedily suckling the tiny wound beneath your jaw. He opens his mouth even wider, licking your exposed flesh before sinking his fangs deep into your throat, pulling your body closer to his as he gorges himself on what he wanted all along. ‘Let me take what was always meant for me. Let me give you what you always wanted, but never had the strength to ask for.”
Haii ^_^ this is my first time ever doing a request, so I apologize if I do something wrong.
If you're free, could you write some fem!adeuce (poly or separated, preferably poly but I can understand if it's complicated,, and I'd be happy with the other option too) x fem!reader dating headcanons? Thank you and I hope you have a great day!
꒰ STOP THAT'S ADORABLE AJGGGVB- I'll do poly because that'd be cute :33 !! ꒱ ♥️
୨ৎ : ꒰ f!ace trappola × f!deuce spade × f!reader general dating headcanons ♡ ୧ ♠️
a/n: i love writing these types of twst fics sm <3
ೀ⋆ they're both really protective over you, and they both won't hesitate to defend you by any means necessary
ೀ⋆ ace would definitely take your food to be a lil menace and deuce would get slightly annoyed and give you some of hers (she does bicker with ace about it though-)
ೀ⋆ they're both big on cuddles, after a rough day or just after classes end for the day they'll go to ramshackle and just cuddle you until you all fall asleep
ೀ⋆ the three of you have matching bracelets that deuce made as a token of your love <3
ೀ⋆ they definitely compete for your affection all the time, it's a constant tug of war with them when it comes to their beloved girlfriend i swear
ೀ⋆ movie marathon dates >>>
ೀ⋆ they both love you so much and aren't afraid to show it either, the both of them always shower you with love always ♡
ೀ⋆ ace likes getting little trinkets for you and deuce as lil gifts, she sometimes leaves a note with them
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I DON'T WANT TO BE SECONDED...
Plot: childhood friends since forever you began to question some things about yourself but with your insecurities ready to come out at any moment you promised to never voice them to him.
That smile. That smile that made your own cheeks hurt from copying him. Kim Hyun your childhood best friend who always made you smile every time you saw each other. Every class, every walk home, every Saturday dinner you were always together. Your bond was like no other... Until your last school year.
"Fifteen years... Why does my heart hurt more now?" You hit your head on your desk while staring at a picture of you two that you had. It all started back at the tenth grade where Kim Hyun became popular and every girl wanted to be with him. "Looks like someone became popular." You teased him as he blushed more. He looked up to you shyly as his smile only grew but he didn't say anything then. Both of you knew it was true.
His fan girls went from buying him energy drinks that could last him till he found his first job, to asking you about him and even giving their love letters to you to give them to him. High school was something for sure. But through all that he never said no to a girl and never left you behind. "You know you are everything to me right?" He said one evening. "The only one that knew me before highschool and the only one that will still know me after."
"What a charmer..." You murmured to your hands. "Y/N! Our visitors are here!" Your mother's voice didn't let you think anymore since Kim Hyun and his family came once again to your house for your weekend dinner. "Coming!" You yelled back as you were already walking down the stairs. And there he was with all his glory, standing in the middle of the hall waiting for you to greet you first. "Hey there lovely." He addressed you teasingly as he messed with your hair. "Hello to you too handsome." As you took a step back you noticed that something was different about him. He was thinking something. "What happened?" "Hm, observant as always." You rolled your eyes at his comment but you still waited to tell you the news. "You know... At our beach there was this girl." Huh? "Park Se Ri. And I-" "You think she's cute." He nods.
You got to be kidding me? In all of his eighteen years why does he have to be interested in someone now?
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PAIRING: Lottie Matthews x Reader
SUMMARY: You are Lottie’s controversially young girlfriend.
CONTENTS: nsfw, smut & fluff hc’s, age gap (everyone 18+), established relationship, femme!reader, mommy kink, lingerie, teasing, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, vibrators, strap-on’s, bratty!reader.
Lottie Masterlist
ADULT!LOTTIE who lets you sit on the edge of her desk whilst she works. Your legs swinging as you watch her, most of the time impatiently whilst waiting for her to finish. Whose eyes flicker up to you when you make an over-exaggerated sigh before they flick down to her work again making you huff.
ADULT!LOTTIE who never relents to your whines no matter how long you do it for. If she’s busy and you’re bugging her, whining for attention, she’ll either ignore you and continue with her work or tell you gently but firmly to go and sit down or to do something for her.
ADULT!LOTTIE who knows you too well and knows that her tone will only work for a little bit before you get whiny again. Letting you crawl under the desk and rest your head on her thigh whilst she runs a hand through your hair or letting you sit on her lap until she’s done.
ADULT!LOTTIE who has only took you out of the compound a few times, one of them being to go shopping. Who accidentally taught you how to steal stuff without getting caught. Who didn’t really think you’d copy her until she sees you walking around the compound, purple lace peaking out of your waistband. Who knows you didn’t take enough money for new clothes, especially lingerie, with you when you went out for a few hours.
ADULT!LOTTIE who immediately pulls you to the side, knowing you’re walking around like that on purpose, and tells you to wait for her in her office. Who leaves you waiting for a good half an hour making you consider just leaving and going to find her again. Who eventually does go to her office, seeing you sitting on the edge of her desk and fiddling with her pot of pens.
ADULT!LOTTIE who has your clothes off, leaving you only in the new purple lace lingerie you stole, within the hour. Keeping you on her desk, propping yourself up on your elbows with the bottom half of your legs hanging off the desk. All exposed and open for her to see. Who runs her fingers over the front of the lace panties, teasing you through them until a small wet patch forms on the front of them.
ADULT!LOTTIE who loves seeing you looking up at her. On your knees, swiping her thumb over your bottom lip before sliding it into your mouth and making you suck on it. Who has a big thing for eye contact, making you stare her in the eyes whilst she gently thrusts her fingers in your mouth or holds you against the wall, fingers deep inside you, making you hold eye contact as you cum.
ADULT!LOTTIE who is a sucker for you calling her mommy in bed, which you very much take advantage of. Whispering it under your breath after she tells you to do something, public or not. Who tenses up and gives you a look whenever you do it outside.
ADULT!LOTTIE who uses sex toys against you every single time. You’re whining for her attention? Come over and sit on her strap then, keep it nice and warm whilst she finishes her work. You’ve been a brat all day? Don’t complain when the vibrator inside you is suddenly turned up to full power whilst you’re sitting in her car.
ADULT!LOTTIE who loves slow mornings with you. If you end up sleeping in her bed, you will wake up to slow kisses littering your face. Staying in bed for as long as you can, just watching each other and slowly making out. Though, you do break into protests the second Lottie says she has to get up.
ADULT!LOTTIE who is very much into mirror sex. Making you watch as you slowly get fucked by her long fingers. Holding your jaw in place so you can’t look away. Who keeps your legs spread, hooking them over her own so you can see everything.
ADULT!LOTTIE who is always getting ambushed by you in private. Reading in bed? You’re running through the door, throwing yourself at her to kiss her like you’re on a time limit.
ADULT!LOTTIE who can just watch you for hours. Knowing that you’re hers, that she has you safe in her arms. Who thrives off being able to help and protect you. Who brushes your hair out of your face when you’re asleep in her arms.
ADULT!LOTTIE who knows you have a thing for being talked through it… not like she doesn’t either. Holding your hips gently to help you bounce on her strap, telling how good you are for her and how beautiful you are. Directing your hips as you frantically slide your pussy against hers, getting so caught up in the feeling and losing your rhythm.
ADULT!LOTTIE who always gets you your favourite drink during the day. Who memorises all your favourite stuff, movies, tv shows, foods, textures. Who files all the little things you say in her head to remember them for later.
ADULT!LOTTIE who always makes you use your words. During sex, your legs shaking from your third orgasm, nodding your head to tell her to keep going. Who immediately slows her movements, leaning up to grab your chin and make you look at her. “Words, baby.” Who also makes you do it during non sexual activities also. If you’ve been too quiet all day, shrugging at her check ins, she’s staying with you until you can speak to her.
ADULT!LOTTIE who has a good connection of trust with you. Letting you speak to her about anything and everything. No matter what it is. Who makes sure you feel safe with her at all times no matter what’s going on.