If you take a shot at any, tag it as #InktoberVC so I can see it! Feel free to swap any out if you need to! If you’re stuck on any I will personally suggest an alternative, just message me! 😀
THANKS @superhiki FOR THE SWEET DRAWING I USED IN THE GRAPHIC!
The alcohol swirling in my glass was rather off-putting–I raised it to my lips every few minutes to blend, but Lestat left his drink untouched.
“Louis,” he whispered into my ear. “That one.”
I followed Lestat’s line of vision. He was gorgeous, skin flushed from dancing, and his heart nearly sang, even in the din of the club. He had long, well-cared-for chestnut hair and a lithe frame, perfect for weaving in and out of the gyrating bodies. He wore almost no clothing, choosing instead to parade around in slick, wet-look shorts and a vinyl chest harness. I curled my lip in distaste–part of the fun with Lestat was making him work for his meals.
Gently, tentatively, there were lips on his; experimental pecks that soon transformed into an open-mouthed invitation. This was their first kiss, tongue slipping into Amadeo’s mouth, rewarding him with a taste of copper that soon melted into a honeyed elixir. Oh, how he had wanted this.
“Amadeo.” His lips had not moved, but Amadeo still heard him, the voice all the more intimate within him. He gasped at the heightened sensations, every touch magnified by the electric pulses of the Blood working its way throughout his veins.
He moaned, eyes closing as he reluctantly let those luscious lips remove themselves from his own and work down to his exposed neck. At some point, they had moved to the bed, his body sinking into the firm softness beneath him.
Such loving kisses against his neck, tongue lapping at his flesh as it had previously pleasured his mouth. And then, the sting of sharp teeth penetrating his unmarred skin: a fleeting sensation that uncoiled itself into the bottom of his loins, building up hardness where he desired release.
“Oh, Master…”
As he reached up to grab onto the man on top of him, the lights bled into each other, much like the colors on Marius’ unfinished painting only a few feet away. He felt it slipping through his fingers, the tangibility of the dream dousing him in an unfettered happiness he had not experienced in centuries.
He was being lifted farther and farther away from his vision; reality and dream forcibly coming undone before him. And as if reliving his initial separation from Marius once more, Armand awoke to darkness.
i don’t think people really get how little feedback fanfic authors actually get? like the effort to reaction ratio is so abysmally skewed here that a fic nearly 50,000 words long takes an entire year to amass like. 16 comments. someone reblogged a fic i wrote at 4 am and tagged it with a 5-word compliment and i can’t stop thinking about it, not because it was so nice but because half the time you post a fic you’re going to hear nothing and anything feels like so much
fandom culture is so, so good about giving artists the credit they’re due, but we gotta start doing that for writers too. you’ve got no idea how much people put into their stories and get maybe a handful of reblogs and a dozen-odd kudos. that’s not enough. writing is an endurance sport and y’all need to start giving fic writers a reason to endure it and improve their craft. encourage writers like you encourage artists. reblog fics, leave tags, leave comments, acknowledge that these stories do not just spring into being for your entertainment.
every single damn writer i know feels like at least their readers see them as a machine. that’s gotta change.
I don’t know of any in the sense of the BDSM term “submissive,” I know of only one in which he is more of a “bottom” at one point…
One Night in New Orleans by iskra667– L/L angst, fluff, warning: it explores some darker themes and contains dubious consent. Somnophila, too, so it would count as nonconsent.
I’ve read, I think, alot of VC fanfic and Lestat being more of a “bottom” is pretty rare? He’s usually more of a pitcher than a catcher. I headcanon that he really only “bottomed” for Nicki when he was mortal, and as a vampire, he currently “switches” with Louis, and David, separately, sometimes. But the BDSM term “submissive,” idk about him doing that.
Anon, you could write some *nudges*
Anyone is welcome to write some, and/or share links to fic (on AO3 and tumblr only, please).
I-want-my-IWTV 