Listen its real dirty stuff going on in here, I like that shit fictionally obviously not in real life, fictional dirty thoughts. Multi-fandom random things okay. Instead of texting on c.ai I am writing my thoughts out atleast I’m eco friendly lol 🙄
TW:: for incest, corruption, yandere, heavy smut. Minors dont come in here please, I am 20 going on 21. Some of it is normal though :)!!
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Ma Poupée :: Louis and Lestat are given a baby vampette, left on their doorstep. They raise and love the cute little doll, until she blossoms into the most enchanting flower. Incest, corruption, father daughter relationship, smut
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Castlvania
Vlad Dracula Tepes X Reader :
Yandere!Vlad X Pixie!Reader :: When a small pixie born of moonlight and dew drops flys into her captors clutch, for eternity. Corruption, trickery, Yandere behavior, slight mention of sex like once.
Yandere!Vlad who met you when you were just a forest nymph, a creature of nature’s elements. Born that same very night from moon beams and dew of an alpine leaf. You, are a piece of the moon, you carry her will, her desire, her power.
Shaking out our moon-dusted wings thats shimmer so prettily you flutter around the forest you came into existence in. Curious little you who thought every surrounding piece of nature and life was your friend.
The first minutes of your life are spent with other pixies who came before you tying pretty bows in your hair and a sheer skirt on your hips. They know you are different, you shine just like the moon and your presence calms anyone fortunate enough to be near. You healed a tear in a pixies wing with just a hug! You seem to know more than the elder pixies!
Smelling flowers, hugging insects, and enjoying what is existence you see a large tall castle! Every-time you fly too close the other pixies scold you and drag you back to safety! Bad ! Danger ! A monster who kills everyone who crosses lives there!
Oh but stubborn little you, feels so called to be there. The dreary structure has such an opulence to it, and well you feel a heart that is lonely within!
When they are distracted you fly all the way up, it took so much strength from such a new pixie, trails of fading moonlight are after you. The pixies weep when they see you enter the monsters lair.
Oh you are simply fascinated, even as your tiny chest heaves from the heavy lifting. Everything is so new ! You flutter around the mostly empty castle aimlessly, but you just know there’s something here for you.
Then finally you see him! And he sees you, though it’s clear your intrusion was felt before you could flutter in. You lay down on a shelf on the wall as he writes diligently, quill in hand, neatly scribbling cursive on scroll paper.
You hold your face in your hands as you watch on, admiring the tall dark man, feeling a fuzzy warmth in your heart. Despite the fury and feeling of power that surrounds him, you watch on.
Thinking oh, how you wish to feel his dark ebony hair, you flutter closer before you can stop yourself. Then those sharp red eyes look at you emotionlessly.
Yandere!Vlad whom watches you flutter near thinking you are so discreet. The sight of your big shining eyes flickering a mile a second to take him in makes the corner of his mouth quirk so slightly in slight amusement.
“You’re quite far from home, don’t you think little pixie?”,Comes his deep baritone voice softly, yet almost knocking you down in surprise. Looking out the window you scratch your head, maybe you are far away.
But that only amuses him more, he knows a meer forest spirit poses no threat to him. Infact he could crush you in his palm any second now, yet- he just watches you as you stand on the scroll he was writing.
“I don’t suppose you can read this anyway..” He states as he watches you stare at the drying ink. Huffing you stomp your little foot down barely making a noise, your response to him is the sound of ringing bells going off.
Of course he can’t understand pixie but it seems you do understand him which is odd enough. Red eyes squint as he watches you more thoroughly. Extending a finger to you, that you hug with both arms in response makes him huff a deep laugh.“Where are you from, little thing?”
As bells ring, you try to chatter and explain but all he can understand is you pointing at the moon. A moon pixie? Perhaps thats why he felt you, your calmness your presence filled his cold palace. He’d never seen anything like you before.
“A much peculiar case, aren’t you ? From the moon itself, trespassing into my own castle? How naive, how foolish…” Chides Dracula but you’re none the wiser, no! You now have your arms and legs around his long finger chattering in pixie language and smiling at him.
From that night forward, you fly up to his castle despite the warnings of your elder faye. He let you leave, with a simple smile hiding sharp teeth and crueler intent. “Do come back to visit, little one…” what seemed like a harmless invitation was your life sentence.
Never missing a night, you would help your fellow pixies but off you’d go to the castle to see your tall friend. Vlad tolerated you the first few days, it was a welcome distraction from counciling savage vampires. He would talk and you would listen to his every word.
Your devotion was not lost on him, no, he came to quickly expect it, dare he say crave it. Fluttering in, resting on his palm, tiny hands stroking his jet black waves, the sound of bells when you spoke. The peace your aura and nearness brings his castle was foreign, but he, Vlad the Impaler, craved it!
Yet, every dawn as the sky started to lighten you would wave and fly off, taking your aura with you. No he couldn’t have that, then he was left in eternal darkness, the silence after hearing your voice made his ears bleed.
Yandere!Vlad who starts making simple requests from you, to bring him things from the forrest. Dutifully you do so, all week long, first it was a moon lily, then some herbs, and some pixie dust you shook off your wings with a giggle.
Finally you come back with the last item, a rare blood red berry deep from the forest. It scared you to retrieve but each time you gave him his request he would gently stroke your head, your wings, give you sweets and teas to drink! Shiny things you couldn’t find in the wild!
Today you heave the heavy little satchel on the desk of his study, tiredly sitting on his palm, expectantly waiting. When he smiles at you, your little heart swoons, the gentle praises and doting makes you sleepily rest yourself in his palm. The crack of thunder outside like a final warning but alas, the sound of harsh rain only makes you sleepier.
As you doze however you find it wasn’t simply organic, no. It was orchestrated, he caused the rain just like he did your transformation. The items you gathered were for a spell! A powerful one to make you bigger, a bride for the beast.
When you awaken you feel soft furs instead of his skin, did you fall asleep on a baby doe again? You nuzzle the fur smiling but then you remember you were with Vlad. And as you wake up everything is different!
You are bigger than before! Heavier ! You are in a big bed ! Your wings stronger but this isn’t right! With tears in your eyes you stumble out the bed, your new voice still weak, “Hello ! Vlad?! Where are you!” When you see him enter the room you cry and reach for him.
And he holds you, careful of your pretty wings like always, but without any urgency. Soothing your back as you cry and beg for help! Something happened ! Does he know how to fix this ? Unfortunately for you, he won’t be fixing it.
Yandere!Vlad who already teleported the castlez location while you were under the sleep spell, you can no longer return to the forest from which you came. The first few days was awful, being so big! You required more food, and flying was new again but then he spoiled you in riches, beautiful gowns, jewels.
Yandere!Vlad whose solemn disposition started to shift as he had you to accompany him. Although you were angry at first you soon caved in, especially since he acted as if this was completely normal! He treated you as he did before, but held you closer, stroked you more, and well… so what if you gave in!
When you cried about your pixie friends he’d let you, yet in his calm monotone voice he would give you logic to balance your sensitive heart. Isn’t being his queen much better than the dark cold forrest ? A monster could’ve attacked you and taken your life, aren’t you glad he’s keeping you safe?
Soon you are clinging to him like before, growing to love being held by him in his strong arms. Your past is erased by every sweet moment you spend with him. He loves you so deeply you can’t help but be consumed by him.
Yandere!Vlad who adorns you himself everyday, as if you were a doll to be made up. Truly it’s because he would never let anyone else handle you. You are his before you are their queen, so he dresses you in beautiful gowns, styles your hair even. You’re so very loved and cherished.
You’ve been preparing for your role as the vampire queen, and the people are very fond of your soothing aura yet- you aren’t quite a vampire yet. Turning you, it was a gentle implied suggestion yet he would not force that upon you.
Finally you beg him, to turn you, to make you his queen truly. Your mind officially broken in to be his bride forevermore. Your turning is sensual and intimate, he made love to you sealing your obsession with his own darker one.
Your union is big news to the vampires with cheer at having such a benevolent queen, whose gentle heart, healing and wisdom properly balance their Dark Lordship. You are loved now by many yet some foolish vampires think they ca court you for themselves.
Yandere!Vlad who tears down every threat to his queens safety brutally and still possessively lurks in the shadows when you walk the castle grounds or go flying in the garden. And on occasion, you too gruesomely defeat anyone who dares try to steal your spot at his side.
Louis De Pointe Du Lac X Daughter!Reader X Lestat De Lioncourt
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^Louis in this chapter lmaoooo
The same warnings ⚠️ dark content, incest, oral sex, filthy talk read at your own risk and enjoy thanks!!!
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Such a skittish little thing you are, jumping with every butterfly kiss Louis adamantly places between your warm thighs. His fingers nimbly smooth under your legs, big hands nudging your legs upwards. Lestat secures both of his hands under the juncture of your knees. Holding you up as if you weigh nothing so you’re elevated.
Now you lay against his chest with your legs spread wide open, unable to squirm or close them no matter how you strain. Such a compromising position, for such a blushing bundle of emotions you feel. Louis, so attentively smiles at you, his baby girl, so grown up.
Nothing can prepare you for how you feel when he thumbs at your wet slit through your panties. Squeaking, you bring your shaking fingers to your mouth, too shy to speak up but way too curious to not watch.
“Don’t be shy… you’re beautiful..”, Honestly responds Louis, his thumb stroking your throbbing clit as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Unintentionally your hips buck into his hand, whether you’re trying to move or get closer is unclear. Well maybe to you, but Lestat seems to know what you need.
Heavy kisses are stamped on your cheek, your neck, wherever he can smooch while whispering dirty things to you. His french accent is thicker, his words naughtier, the tips of your ears burn red.
“Quel vilain petit chaton, tu miaules si joliment pour ton Papan, pour moi…”
“Tu en veux plus ? Oui ? Poupée gourmande, où sont tes manières ce soir ? Hm~?
“Si désireux que vos pères, que votre innocence soit enlevée, comme j'aspire à vous ravager.”
All while Louis continues rubbing you through your panties, your wetness dripping so much the outline of your folds is perfectly visible. No longer can he deny himself his dark desire, he’s certain there will be no heaven for him after this. So why not indulge in you? His little angel crying out for more, even without words.
When he leans down to taste you, finally, oh finally you cum. Perhaps its the built up pleasure you held in for so long, but when you feel his breath puff out against your sensitive wetness? You tremble and moan in ways so very foreign to you, your mind melting as you experience an orgasm.
Clenching at nothing as if you’re pleading for him to come closer, and oh he does. Tearing your soiled underwear off so he can watch your body cry in pleasure for him. At the sight of your drooling flower, throbbing and clenching his fangs grow.
It’s like being a baby fledgling all over for him, the want, no, the need to drink. To feed, and now you are his sustenance, hid tongue wastes no time. Long languid strokes against your sensitive flesh, as you sing so beautifully for him.
Choked moans and whimpers you flow out mingle with sinful french words from Lestat. Yes this is Louis new version of heaven on earth. Perhaps immortality is not meaningless if he can spend the rest of his days with his mouth attached to the sweet, sweet taste of you.
Bountiful if your wetness, just when he laves up your juices you ooze more. Such a giving fruit you are, the scent of your arousal like an aphrodisiac, making him swoon like a drunkard. Louis eats messily, tracing your folds like he must memorize their shape.
Oh, and Lestat watches hungrily eager to involve himself in anyway possible. The way your mind is completely empty pleases him, he thinks of filling it with all the dirty ideas he has for you. Tempting but he quite likes the joy he receives from your unknowingness.
Instead he raises you up and down against Louis face from where he holds you under your knees. What delight you bring him as you arch your chest out, your torso squirms and your plush lips tremble at the onslaught. Louis pretty nose being humped against your virgin cunt, Lestat makes sure of it as he guides you up and down.
“Papa-“, Is all you can manage through erotic moans, how perfect you look. You might just pass out if it weren’t for how tight Lestat is holding you, grounding you down against Louis magical tongue. Chest heaving and toes curling you feel that floaty feeling coming again.
Whining your weak limbs move in vain, you can’t escape this. Never have you ever felt so good, too good for you to stay still. With each gulp Louis takes of your wetness, the overwhelming burning in your lower stomach comes back. Each lick on and around the sensitive bundle of nerves, the way he suctions his lips and works his tongue against your impossibly tight hole.
‘Oh non’ , Your own voice in your head drowned by the wet sounds of your messy little pussy being dragged to orgasm number 2. But your Daddy is always lingering within your mental, always. “Oh, yes” Retorts Lestat, him and Louis working in tandem to bring you unimaginable pleasure.
In no time at all your body is releasing all over Louis’ tongue, Lestat helping drive you down against it. Such a tight fit for his tongue you practically squeeze him out when you throb in the throws of your orgasm. Now you weakly tremble and moan with each exhale, your entire body feels so fuzzy and relaxed.
“Ah… It seems you broke our doll.” Muses Lestat as he holds your sleepy lax form in his arms soothing you with soft kisses to your face. Smiling, Louis wipes his very wet face on his sleeve,“She’s gon’ be just fine, aren’t you little love?” To which you sleepily hum but keep your head tucked under Lestat’s chin.
With heavy eyes you try to stay awake, but you feel so relaxed now it seems impossible. Sighing softly, your Daddy lays down in the coffin holding you close, comforting you. Your Papan holds you on your other side too, this at least is familiar to you.
As sleep finds you, you don’t rouse when they clean you up, nor when they help relieve each other in the same room. Watching your flushed sleepy face and taking turns with your soaked panties. Against there noses, Lestat finally tasting you on Louis’s mouth too. Oh certainly more is to come in the near future.
Same warnings for dark content as chapter 1, incest, dirty nasty talk yes so don’t read if you do not want to see that thanks, enjoy!
The air suddenly feels stiffer than usual in what’s usually your safe place within the coffin you share with both men. You hold your breath as you watch Louis’ tongue, laving your wetness on your own fingers.
And no, you dare not look at your daddy Lestat! Whose very presence, looming behind you springs goosebumps upon your uncharacteristically warm skin. No instead you stay focused on your Papan, his gentle green eyes now filled with a hunger you know well enough.
Similar to the looks he’s given Lestat all your life, when he thinks he’s being so clever. Not saying the quiet part out loud, though the lingering touches they give each other are telling. The noises you overhear with your sharp senses when they put you to bed early come later.
So, yes you know the look, but now it’s on you. The feeling in your lower stomach that makes you squirm returns stronger as his wet tongue grazes your finger tips. It seems your body is on fire, and his small touches your only relief.
The sound of your heart pounding in your ears causes you to startle when Lestat gently strokes your soft hair. An innocent gesture that puts you on edge. Ever so gently he smiles though you can feel the smug condemnation that lays in his charming blue eyes.
It feels more like a taunt than scolding as he leans closer, “Lying is so unbecoming of a young woman, to your fathers no less,” his clawed finger tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear before tracing the line of your jaw.
With fluttering lashes, you search your mind for an excuse, maybe an apology? Nevertheless your two fathers are quick to regain all control. “We’re not mad Mon Cher,” Soothes Louis, like he does all too well when Daddy is too scary for you to handle. This time however, his strong hand massages the softness of your exposed thigh making you shiver.
“Non? Not mad but- Daddy is very disappointed with his little dove,” Chides Lestat, slyly slipping right behind you so your back is against his sturdy chest. “Do you not trust us to guide you through such.. intimate truths?”, Is his dramatic response we his hands gently but steadily cup your waist, dragging up slowly to feel each tremble until he’s just below the swell of your aching chest.
Yes, no breathing feels impossible as you are trapped between your fathers in a way that’s too foreign to coin safe. “Non, well- I was just-“ Stumbling for a answer is swiftly interrupted by a temperamental Lestat, “Just don’t trust us anymore? What’s next, you hate me and your papan ? Is that it?”
Shaking your head fast with teary eyes is what gets Louis to ease tension yet again. “No, you trust us don’t you baby bird? You know we can make it all better…” Soft green eyes await your response but gage every little tremor you make when his fingers drag further up the skirt of your dress.
A shy nod is all you can manage not trusting yourself not to start the waterworks. “Hm… Papans right, you’re just a sweet little thing… you’ve no clue what’s going on with such a beautiful body.” A gentle squeeze to both your breasts in his palms makes you gasp and pant. So tender yet the ache is delicious enough to make you want more.
His eyes are low as you arch your back off his chest with every grope to your chest. Writhing and moaning bashfully as each sound is groped out of you. Fingers grazing your stiff peaks to watch how you twist and gasp. Yet, his strong arms keep you caged in, as you get lost in pleasure he holds you as he temps Louis, like he’s done once before.
Placing kisses on the soft skin of your shoulder, Lestat locks eyes with Louis, his resolve in shambles as he watches his baby doll moaning. And Lestat smiles, like he does when he’s certain he’s already won. To add insult to injury he pulls the top of your night gown down letting your bust spill out. “I’d say shes just ripe for the picking…oui?”
Louis can only watch, all reasoning about waiting and it being too damned for him to taint his angel of a daughter is gone. As he watches the lovely flower you’ve blossomed into he’s more than surprised it took him this long to cave in. “You want this, little waif ?”, Asks your papan with desperation, either for you to return his desire or to be able to touch you.
With blown out pupils and elongated fangs against plush pillowy lips you nod, your shaky hand reaching out for him is more than enough for him to close the distance. When your fingers interlace he presses soft kisses to the outside of your hand, the skin tingling with each soft touch.
With skipping hearts and a hesitance thats unlike your Papan he kisses you, gently. Just like that he consumes your heart, your mind, you can feel your soul trying to reach out for his. Your very first kiss tastes familiar, blood, some sort of alcohol, and the undeniable scent of Lestat lingering on his lips.
Wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer, greedily savoring each movement of his soft lips and the way his slight stubble feels. ‘So this is what I’ve been missing out on’, you whisper in your swirling mind, like the feeling of Louis tongue against your own. Lestat laughs behind you, you feel it deep within his chest and Louis smiles but doesn’t dare stop exploring you.
You feel yourself being kissed dizzy, their hands roam around your soft body you can no longer tell who is who. Just gentle praised from Lestat, as he watches proudly. “My beautiful little sinners”, he teases yet watches you and Louis, almost proudly, his sharp eyes not missing a thing.
Groans from Louis ground you from feeling like you’re going to float away. Your much smaller tongue eager to mimic him, soft needy sounds muffled by his own mouth. As Louis pulls back, you actively chase his lips with a stifled whine in the back of your throat. The same throat that is being held in Lestats controlled yet eased grip, that may have something to do with how light headed you feel.
“Look at her Louis, how cruel have we been to ignore her needs?”, He thumbs at your damp and swelling bottom lip, raising his brows in amusement when you kiss his thumb. As you stare up at him looking absolutely ruined he draws closer, your noses grazing. “Mm, what a little minx we have created,” at that he presses your lips together, not as soft as Louis, with more fervor, more intensity.
The needy croon you let out makes him moan dirtily, squeezing the sides of your throat with just a bit more pressure. His restraint, though unclear to you, is so very apparent to Louis. Louis, who guides you to lay back against Lestat as he bunches the skirt of your dress up your hips.
You’ve no clue how tempting you look, making those sweet noises as Lestats tongue violates your mouth. Thrusting the wet muscle in and out your mouth like a preview for what’s to come next. And you, taking it, so very well as your hips writhe and stutter, wildly and completely out of your control.
Louis has to inhale deeply as his eyes see the soaked delicate cotton panties, the white ones that have a little bow at the center hemming. Now, he’s quite familiar with this pair, as he is with many that you own. Not just because your fathers do your laundry but well? Because of their twisted nature.
As you slept early upstairs in their coffin, like the sweet girl you were, Lestat had the same pair of panties wrapped around the head of his cock. With his legs spread on the same chaise lounge you cuddled up to them sleepily just moments before your slumber. Fisting it and smearing precum all over the pretty white fabric.
Louis’ nostrils flare as he remembers the sight, one of many dirty god forsaken moments of his new existence. And he recalls the way he drooled on his lover, through the material of your panties that once cupped your sweet flower. The combined taste was tantalizing he almost walked upstairs to get a taste directly from the source.
Seeing as though you are now eager between him and his love, well he can finally act selfishly (more than usual). Amusement swirls in Lestats lust filled eyes, he pulls his tongue out our wanting mouth and trails it down your throat.
Its clear he wants you to see what Louis is going to do to you with how his hand cups under your jaw holding you firmly in place. His other hand pulls your dress up holding it out the way, while still licking and sucking your neck. Fangs grazing the sensitive skin as you flush and moan.
“Eyes on papan, ma poupée… shh, I know, it’s too much already, I know..” Is his soothing response though his wicked smile aimed at Louis tells another story. He’s positively living for the way you whine and rub your thighs together. Doing all the work of tempting Louis to finally cave in for him, aren’t you such a darling daughter?
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ACTS — breast play, dry humping, heavy petting, hickey-giving, grinding, lap dance, body worship, massaging, kissing/make-out, sexting, reading smut, mutual masturbation, bathing/showering together
VISUALS — Saliva/(pre)cum rolling down chin/neck, jerking what can't fit, making out with... (cockhead, shaft, balls, clit, etc.), cheek bulging with cock, hollowing out cheeks while sucking harder, rolling eyes back in ecstasy, tasting them, pulling in for a dirty kiss afterwards, juices smeared across cheek, lips glistening with slick
DEEPTHROATING — watery/glossy/dewy eyes, choked up, throat constricting, throating the length, tip prodding the back of the throat, choking, gagging, spluttering, coughing, gasping for air, using hair as a handle to control how much is taken, headrush when coming off for air, being held down on it, feeling bulge in throat
CUNNILINGUS — buttery soft tongue sweeping circles, flicking, nipping and kissing at clit, sinking inside, wriggling around, feasting on pussy, thumbing clit while tongue-fucking, curling against sweet spot, lapping at slit/folds, long strokes, squirting on their face
VISUALS — wetting palm/slicking fingers with juices, stroking at g-spot with fingertip, stroking his length, grazing fingertips down, eye contact as they ruin you with their handiwork
FINGERING — warming up with teasing, working at the clit simultaneously, using their whole arm, tensing their biceps the more they exert pressure, switching up techniques (stroking back and forth, sweeping/massaging circles, 'come hither'), curling fingers inside, sucking/tasting sweet slick off fingers
JERKING — cock hanging heavy or drooping from its weight, jumping in anticipation to be touched, throbbing hot in palm of hand, wielding at the base, brisk/quick or languid/slow strokes, balls jiggling each time wrist meets the base
VISUALS — the skin of the base of a cock wrinkling up when bottoming out, getting balls deep, skin sticking/slapping against skin, sweat dripping down, balls tightening up and muscles flexing (when a cock is about to cum), abs flexing, leaky cockheads and sticky precum oozing, splitting open hole on a big cock and watching it stretch into a wide O shape to accommodate its girth, holes twitching and spasming like they're aching to be touched or are overstimulated or have just orgasmed, heavy-hitting thrusts or short, quick strokes and which spots the tip is rubbing against, giving it to you/taking it/letting you have it, blissing out/pulling a lewd face/feeling high off an orgasm and rolling your eyes back, hissing through gritted teeth when it feels too good, the way your ankle wobbles over a shoulder in certain positions while getting pounded into, wet sounds getting sloppier/getting wetter and sweatier the longer it goes on, being splayed/trapped underneath them, letting you feel the stretch
SEX TYPES — hate sex, car sex, gentle/rough sex, phone/cybersex, shower sex, (un)protected sex
POSITIONS — mating press, doggystyle, spooning, cowgirl (riding), prone bone, holding ankles, standing, against wall, standing in front of mirror, pushups on top of you, side split, etc.
DIALOGUE IDEAS — behave, do as i say, watch that attitude of yours, let me guide you, watch me fuck you, don't take your eyes off me or I'll stop, use your words, on your knees, open wide, you love it don't you? filthy slut, don't hide your face, let it all out on me, fuck me like you mean it, all for me?, dirty mind you've got there, need me to take care of you?, just like that, you take it so well, then come and get it, you like that huh?, i know you're into it, cum with me, say my name, who's fucking you this good?, can't resist you, irresistible little slut, take it, spread your legs for me, try a little harder for me
SWEET PET NAMES — baby, bambi, angel, darling, bunny, doll, babydoll, sweetheart, butterfly, good girl/boy, little Aphrodite, goddess, baby girl/boy
VULGAR PET NAMES — (nasty, dirty) slut, whore, bitch, toy
VISUALS — ropes of cum, trickling down the shaft to the balls, balls tightening/tensing during release, squirting, creaming/gushing all over cock/hands/toy/etc., shuddering or caving into yourself, buildup to an orgasm being stronger or weaker, stopping or not stopping until their orgasm is over, creampie dribbling out hole
ORGASM TYPES — clitoral, vaginal, cervical, blended, hands-free, cumshot/facial, in panties, etc.
VOCABULARY — let me have you, can we...?, is it alright?, unless you don't want to, do you like it?, go faster/slower, let's take a break, are you okay (in the middle or after an act), can you take it?, is your jaw not sore like this?
AFTERCARE IDEAS — getting cleaned up together (bath, shower), carrying you, pillow talk, cuddling, having food, giving water, massaging numb/sore/tired parts, soothing bite/hit marks, brushing hair out of face, kissing forehead, praising for taking it so well, helping put clothes back on, making jokes, petting hair, telling you how much they love you, confessing their feelings
Louis De Ponte Du Lac X Daughter!Reader X Lestat De Lioncourt
Dark Content: incest, minor reader, step fathers x step daughter relationship, all fictional (not real nor do i support this outside of self insert) read at your on risk⚠️)
The years following Louis’ turning had been bitter sweet, finding a dark solace in the love he so desperately tried to deny with Lestat. And their love grew in the dark like mold, deadly and rapid, suffocating his very being. Each life he took for the sake of survival left a stain on his soul. A very human soul, might Lestat add bitterly, but what could be done?
Saint Louis was lost, starving himself of his desires, of his depraved cravings. Instead, he settled for what would be labeled as a monstrosity amongst vampires. Draining rats, and alley dogs, and the worst sin of all- (According a very dramatic french man) denying his lover! Now Lestat was internally distraught, his Louis was spiraling and nothing he did salvaged it. No sweet words, not even the vile spiteful ones he’d yell in french anger, no gift, nor temptation. Guilt and grief were too heavy not even the dark gift coulf heal those wounds.
Then it happened, that lick of luck that till this very day Lestat thinks was undeserved for such a sinner like him, or rather such a pure soul like you. As they were walking back to the town house after hunting, Louis silently in his now normal quiet despair, Lestat rambling to comfort his own desperate heart, they see you. On the door step of the townhouse, in a simple brown woven basinet in a bundle of frilly white blankets. Halting in his steps Lestat senses fill with your scent, soft, baby powdered and undeniably vampiric.
Louis wasted no time stumbling over himself to see what exactly this was. His heart still so human, so caring, desperate to prove his humanity. Surely it was a baby, a beautiful baby girl, with a head full of soft bouncy curls, a button nose and big round (e/c) eyes like big jewels. Never had he ever seen a baby so beautiful, so innocent, smiling at him. Like he’s not a sinner, no, like he’s your whole world.
Envy filled Lestat, foolishly and utterly misdirected, that the sight of a baby was enough to change the tune of his beloved’s heart. Leering at your cheerful face, he inspects the basinet you came in. Sure enough he finds a baby binky and a note. Short and decrepit; “Y/n, toss her to the fire or keep her”. Even Lestat is caught off guard but theres no trace of any other vampires nearby, physically or mentally.
Louis raises a brow at him, “Well? What did it say?” His low calm voice only makes you coo and smile all gums bringing his green eyes back to you with ease. Breathing through his nose sharply, Lestat smiles and tilts his head, “Ah~ It seems the storks have chosen us Saint Louis! Shall we rush to chapel for christening?”, playfully teasing but his sharp blue eyes carry a sense of danger. With furrowed brows Louis snatches the note and it only makes him hold you closer looking around alert.
Still Lestat has not stopped looking at you, like a predator, like you are nothing but a nuisance, disrupting their already fragile, disturbed existence. Looking you over in feigned disgust, he scoffs and simply states “We can not keep it”. “It?” Louis replies dryly, like this is the most ridiculous thing ever, “So what- we’re just gonna toss-“ He haults still too alert to remain in the open. At the prying curious eyes of the peiple nearby he decides to walk into the town house with you. Carrying you closely, listening to your babbling and coos as he walks you into the parlor sitting on the couch.
Lestat carries in the basinet as if it’s infected discarding it at the door way with distaste, standing before Louis as he still coddles you. “Yes, get rid of it, we are not an orphanage Louis-“ Laughing dryly at how his lover coddles you like a mother hen, “We are-“ “Monsters ?” Louis interjects angrily, seething so hard Lestat stops his taunting. “Nah, that ain’t me, no matter what you try to make of me.” Now it’s quiet save for your coos, and when your little hand reaches for Lestat he flinches as if he were burned.
And then it happened, his one true love, pleading for him, for you, but for him to allow you to exist. Holding you to his chest as you watch with those curious big eyes oblivious to your soon to be father’s inner turmoil, gnawing on your tiny fist. Louis stands with a heavy heart all his emotions coming to surface. “Please Lestat, I’ll be whatever you want me to be, I’ll be happy for you-” The desperation in his voice, the longing, “I’ll feed from humans- I’ll be good, please”. And his Louis cried on his knees holding the damned baby, pleading, begging.
“This is a mistake, a baby vampire- I know nothing about.” Croaks Lestat heavily, jaw clenched as he watches almost helplessly the vulnerability too much to handle. “Surely the fire will be kinder than a life of suffering-“ Louis would not have it, and then he did the impossible. Through bloodied tears in his pretty green eyes and a shaky whisper too certain to be bluffing, “If she goes then I do too.” The silence was deadly, Lestats eyes brimming with tears of red, “No.” “Yes-“ Louis stubbornly replies inching toward the fire place with you in arms when Lestat kneels behind him in shambles crying as he clings to his lover, and in proximity, you.
Since that night, you had been the glue that held their relationship together. A pleasant surprise, peaceful and beautiful was their baby girl. And Louis glowed again, having found some odd semblance of hope in his vampire family. Though it took Lestat a while to stop making snide remarks and staring at you like you stole his love away. He very quickly adapted to being a father, completely taken by your charming ways.
You slept between them all night long in their coffin, you were not so much like a human baby. For one you required only blood, and were quiet as a mouse until you babbled on and on. Tears were few in between the two men cheered you up easily. The home framed with portraits of their baby girl, their cher, (y/n). Tons of baby dresses and bonnets and bows.
2 easily became 3 and it took a short while for you to grow. As vampires seemingly grow faster than humans you were already tumbling around the house at 6 months. When you fed it was from their wrists like a baby leech, staring up at them adoringly. And as the years grew so did their love. You were a spoiled little thing, rocking horses, doll houses, pretty dresses and bows. Etiquette, piano, and schooling lessons, and often your teachers would get replaced so suspicions didn’t arise at how rapid you would grow.
Every holiday was bigger than the last, and your birthday or rather the day they found you was always special. Trips out of town, ice cream, any dress, any toy. You bonded with your fathers over their hobbies, loving reading like Papan Lou, and theater like your Daddy Les! A sweet angel a mix of both their better sides.
Your beauty truly was a spectacle of town, my goodness! That beautiful baby girl who lives with her papan and uncle. Far prettier than most women at a young age your hair grew long so fast, and it was full and healthy, your lashes framed those gem like eyes, and your skin always held a luminosity to it. Simply stated you looked like a porcelain doll, all young and pretty like, from your prim manners, your swan like lithe and your gentle curves.
Once your curves started blossoming Lestat was the first of the two to notice. During bath time, he’d help you wash, soap covering puffy rosy nipples and budding mounds. It was enough to stir a hunger in his groin, or how your curvy little doll legs start to fill at your thighs just right when he’d help you pull your stockings on. Louis scolded him, angrily, at first, but part of him was tempted. As you blossomed fast into a beautiful young woman before their eyes.
No matter how you grew you still slept between your fathers in a double wide coffin, big enough to fit three and be snug. And you still sit on daddy’s lap as he plays piano, and papans as he reads stroking the small of your back. They dote on you albeit more handsy as time passes, kisses on the forehead turn into pecking, into showering you in kisses all over that “tickle” your tummy.
It wasn’t uncommon for you to receive suitors, secretly if they weren’t foolish, dropping flowers and chocolates at your door step that Louis and Lestat would swoop in and discard of before you even caught wind of it. Draining them, savagely, in a rage that would be deemed possessive and jealous. But their sweet little dolly didn’t seem to notice. Too naive to bat an eye at boys or men, no their little flower was far more entrenched in being good, being praised.
Such a sweet baby girl, never ever disobeying your father’s because the few times you ever got scolded or punished left your little heart sore and your diamond eyes weepy. The look of silent disappointment on Louis face when you asked to play with the kids down the street, the anger Daddy Les showed when you dared to even think about hunting humans alone, and many more cases. They would guilt you into behaving, as bad as it was. It kept you in line, it kept you in fear that they wouldn’t love you.
When you asked for your own coffin you would’ve thought you asked for something dangerous or far fetched. Ever dramatic Lestat toyed with your innocence, how you took every word he said as law. “You hear that Mon coeur ? Our little dove can’t bare to be near us anymore!” Belowing with a hand to his forehead leaning into Louis gives you one disappointed look that has you scrambling to the couch between them weeping apologies . “Poor sweet thing”, Louis would coo and wipe your teary face when you’d sit on the couch beside him tugging his sleeve. Begging for attention and no more silent treatment in exchange for your freedom.
It progressed that way, as you grew into young adult hood, your curves more prominent and your innocence still in tact. No matter how tempted they may be Lestat wouldn’t touch you no he promised Louis they’d wait until you begged. You began journaling to busy your boredom the book was your friend, you told yourself, and unintentionally told Louis and Lestat. Who pry in your mind so much you’re used to the pressure of it by now. Innocently thinking that your journal was your safe place. Your confessions were innocent and your imagination abundant.
“Dearest diary! This evening Papan and Daddy took me to the seamstress for a new dress, butterflies filled my heart when they complimented me in my mind! Daddy said I am the most striking woman storyvile has ever seen, that I’m truly a vision to see. Papan even gave me my favorite flowers tonight as well as a chocolate heart! Oh, how I swooned!” Scribbling in pretty cursive much like Louis taught you early. Thoughts so loud and clear it doesn’t take much for them to peer in.
As of late your entries have been similar, how your little heart, unbeating yet full of warmth and tender love. For them, only ever for them. Each entry you made them out to be more like fairytale princes than your possessive fathers. After-all they encourage this behavior, perhaps they’ve been coaxing you along the fast flying years. Touches just enough to provoke that sweet haughty scent out of you but innocent enough to play off.
But as you grow your hormones do too. Growing restless of being cooped up in the town house, so much pent up energy but no where to put it. You grow a bratty attitude demanding more attention, more doting, more but it’s never enough. This evening your fathers are off to handle work, both of them together. Not an unusual thing but it’s rare they leave their diamond jewel unguarded. Watching as they fix their ties you frown and try to put your coat on.
“Non, you stay here ma poupée,” Coos Lestat as he shakes your chin slightly between his thumb and index fingers. When your bottom lip trembles he smirks, the heavy scent of your desperation wafting the town house is a sign that soon you will be ripe for the picking. “Daddy will be back soon, you will wait, yes?” What sounds like a gentle request is more like a demand sugar coated, that has you pouting with a short nod. Louis swoops in smoothly pressing butterfly kisses on your furrowed brow. Nuzzling your cheek with his nose intimately he whispers “There, there little bird, no longer than an hour, alright?”
Your legs almost buckle under you, dainty hands grasping for his coat sleeve but he’s already pulling away. Green eyes gazing at you hungrily before a big hand on the shoulder from Lestat guides him out the town house door, not without him throwing a cheeky wink and smile your way before locking and leaving the town house. Stomping upstairs angrily you grab your journal before tossing it in frustration. “Ugh!” Jumping into the coffin you lay on your tummy when that weird feeling comes back.
Your breast have been tender lately, biting the inside of your cheek as you feel the plush lining of the coffin against them. Soft breathes escape you as you explore the sensation, it aches but then it sends ripples of pleasure down your stomach. Not to mention the scent of your two fathers that surrounds you. Suddenly your usually cold body feels flushed and warm. Turning to lay on your back, fingertips experimentally graze your puffy sensitive breasts.
Getting lost in the sensation make you notice between your legs feels particularly tingly. Weird, but really good, just as your fingers slip under your night dress you hear your Daddy in your mind. “Is everything okay little poupée?” Chimes Lestat in his typical playful lilt through your swarming head. Pausing your actions you reply as you normally do, “Yes daddy, all is well” but you can’t help but swipe at your damp panties and gasp internally.
Incomes Louis, soft and gently, “Are you sure, little one?” By now your fangs are extended and your pupils blown as you pant in the empty coffin. “Yes, yes” Impatiently is your internal response wanting to continue to explore what this whole new world is. Each gentle stroke against your sensitive drooling heat makes your legs quiver and your stomach weak. Every whimper snd moan echoed back unknowingly to you.
As you trace your wetness through thin damp panties you get goosebumps. Looking up you see your two fathers, with a gasp you pull your dress down. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, what do we have here?” Jests Lestat as he strides closer, eyeing your peaked nipples through your evening gown. Embarrassed and feeling that familiar fear of scolding, you sit up and hold your fingers to your mouth. Louis swoops in faster than you can react, crouched in-front of you in the coffin. His eyes never leaving fours as he kisses your wrist his nose nuzzling the fingers still damp with your wetness, eyes fluttering back as he licks them.
