โถ โ what being lestat de lioncourtโs lover is like :
1910โs lestat x mortal fem!reader โข masterlist 18+mdni
starting off strong, heโs a drama king. he pouts when you leave, sighs like heโs auditioning for an opera, and insists heโll โwither away without your companyโ as if he isnโt immortal. heโll even clutch his chest when you tease him.
he stares at you when you talk. he simply just admires the view of the woman he loves. your mere existence is the most intoxicating and beautiful distraction for him. sometimes youโll catch onto him staring and go, โlestat, are you listening?โ heโll just simply reply, โof course, mon cherโ with a soft grin on his face as he looks at you like you hung the moon โ obviously he wasnโt listening.
he never raises his voice when he speaks to you. heโs always soft with his tone. heโs too reverent of you to ever be loud. with every word he speaks, thereโs love in his voice for you. the quieter he gets, the more serious he is. even when heโs angry, he talks to you like heโs afraid the sound might break you. his control is proof of him trying to be good.
he spoils you rotten. to him, he has a beautiful, whiny doll he created. he gifts you with luxuries a girl could only dream about, holds you close to him every night, and makes sure you have everything your heart desires. even when you complain about something small, he just leans down to rub your cheek and go, โmais vraiment, ma belle. what is it that you need?โ โ half teasing, half serious. his world revolves around you and it stops when youโre inconvenienced.
he loves your attention. he needs it. a glance your way can make him grin like he just discovered the sun. when youโre quiet, he paces, he worries. itโs a tragedy for him โ a true injustice of you ignoring him. heโll lean close when you finally speak, his voice soft but insistent, โparlez moi, ma belle, je meurs sans vous,โ because again, heโs a drama king.
his apologies are even dramatic. expect flowers, an apology letter, and a gift of something he heard you think about. he canโt live knowing that youโre angry, so you never go to sleep that way.
heโs very affectionate. he needs your touch and lives to feel the softness of your skin. heโs always kissing you or his hands are always resting somewhere โ the small of your back or your thigh. he needs to feel you. heโll have you curled in his lap as he hums to you, reads, writes, talks, or just so he can hold you. heโs possessive in a way.
the jealous type. not the loud kind, but the kind that lingers in the room. his smiles turn tighter, his tone a little too polite, his eyes too focused. he doesnโt make a scene, but you feel it. the temperature drops a few degrees. the silence stretches. when you finally notice, heโll just say, โdoes he make you laugh like I do?โ โ again, heโs a drama king.
protective. heโd kill for you, yes, but also heโs always there when youโre out. he petitions that he goes with you when you say no. โi just donโt want you out there alone, ma petite,โ heโd say as heโd grab your waist, trying to be persuasive โ he is. heโs clingy, he just wonโt admit it. he calls it his love and protection for you.
his heart flutters when you tell him he can drink from you. to him, itโs an act of devotion and reverence when he does it to you.
his favorite position is missionary. but not in a boring way. he likes to watch you squirm under him and moan his name as he gives your body what it wants. heโll wrap your legs around him and pound into you until youโre too dumb to remember anything but, โlestat.โ he loves to see your jaw drop and stay there with your eyes rolling back as he makes you come undone for him over and over again.
heโs a romantic. he sets the mood with perfection. lestat was always the romantic type. heโd make a trail of roses to your shared bed, light candles, and make sure your favorite melodies are playing. once heโd get you in bed, heโd pamper you with kisses all over and treat your body like it was the most precious thing heโs ever laid his hands on.
sweet talker (is that a surprise?) he doesnโt stop talking either. he could be whispering the sweetest words in your ear as he pounds into you relentlessly from whatever position he put you in.
he moans in your ear when heโs inside you to make sure you know what youโre doing to him. sometimes he canโt help it, sometimes itโs to undo you even more. itโs his way of praising you.
โyou feel so good, mon cher.โ
โtaking me so pretty โ so wet for me.โ
he bottoms out and stays there sometimes just to watch you pout impatiently underneath him with your soft whines. โwhy so impatient, ma petite? you know iโm eventually going to give you what you want,โ heโd tease.
he eats you out with devotion and precision. he does it to please you, of course, but he canโt help but to get turned on as well from the way you react to him.
heโs dominant. however, he lives for when you ride him. he craves it more than blood sometimes. he gets really vocal when you ride.
he can be mean, of course. sometimes he fucks his frustration right into you until you see stars. heโll whisper the meanest words to you, yet heโll still hold your body with care. he knows what you can take, and he knows how to push your limits. โso pathetic, ma belle. youโre already crying under me.โ he loves to see you dazed with desire and teary-eyed from his cock drilling in and out of you. youโre his own personal art.
heโd last forever if he wanted to, he just canโt always bring himself to do so when you look so pretty while youโre all spent and spread open for him after having multiple orgasms that night simply because he couldnโt stop chasing the high of seeing you make those pretty faces and sounds that you made from the first one. eventually, heโll get all in his head and boom, heโs coating your walls with his warm, thick cum โ moaning your name as he did so.
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