face pressed up against your longing

thinking about how in 1x01 louis describes his and lestat's hearts as giants intent on their own drum, giving no notice to the rhythm of the other. and then in 1x07 we hear the rhythm of their hearts syncing perfectly with each other...

Raw, next question

Interview with the Vampire Season 1 | Episode 3 "Is My Very Nature That of a Devil"

I was his and he was mine.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE 1.03 | 2.07

1x01 // 2x01

(3x01 if you'd like to continue the trend...........)

tearing up

The Saint Louis, Patron Saint of Storyville, stained glass window design won in the poll, and now the bag charms are here! He’s glittery and double-sided, with broken glass style holographics to mimic the stained glass!

PRE-ORDERS are open till June 1st! Charms will go into production in June and should ship out in the summer/early autumn!

Etsy Pre-Orders | Ko-fi Pre-Orders

your honor they're acting like an old married couple again 🙄

[x/x/x]

A dance before the feast.

Hello and happy Wednesday, friends! I'm just here to drop off a little teaser from the upcoming fourth chapter of shutter speed. I hope you all enjoy the self-indulgent horniness... 🥰

— “This is all you want, isn’t it, cheri? For me to take you. Claim you. I’m a drunken mess downstairs howling your name and all you can think of is my cock thrusting inside you.” His dream of Lestat smiled, and a laugh fell out. Pitch-dark rumble of it sweet as thunder. “That which you’ll never allow yourself to have. Because the suffering is what you love. Isn’t that right, my saintly Saint Louis?”

“Shut up,” Louis said, just barely. Whimpering when his imagining of Lestat gripped his aching cock through the front of his pants. Spike of pleasure so intense it was pain. “Had just about enough of your mouth.”

“Oh, my sweet…” Vision of Lestat bending down, down. Golden hair like sparks coming to swallow Louis whole. Pressing his lips right to Louis’ ear as he purred—“We both know that isn’t true. We both know…” Pulling back, nuzzling the ends of their noses together. The heat of him real and true as living, breathing flames. “You would die for my mouth.”

That dream of Lestat kissed him soft and sweet and slow. And then all at once he was plunging his tongue into Louis’ mouth. A snarl pouring from his throat, flowing sweet as honey from deep inside him. Filling Louis’ belly with the heat of a hundred-thousand suns. What was happening? Everything. Louis was spreading his legs and the imagining of his lover was settling in between them. Kissing Louis like he was starved, like he was trying to crawl inside him, trying to swallow him head-to-toe.

Pulling back, Lestat drew his teeth along the swell of Louis’ bottom lip. Said—“You would die…” His lip twitching back, his fangs falling down. Louis had his hands shoved down inside the back pockets of Lestat’s jeans. Drawing him impossibly closer, rocking up against his erection. “For my fangs in your neck while I fuck you.”