♫ now playing: love you to death - type o negative
about me - liliana or lili, she/her/hers, twenty two, bilingual (english, french), scorpio, bisexual.
interests - interview with the vampire (the novels and the tv adaptation) , gothic literature, (anything gothic, really) historical and non historical art, vampires, dark romance, music, writing/poetry, tattoos, horror films. (will add more when i think of more)
masterlist.
MDNI.
i’m still trying to figure out to put here… i’m not certain of what all is supposed to go in these in the first place but, my inbox is open if you’d like to chat about shared interests or if you’d like to introduce me to something new, i love talking so don’t be shy 💋. i may post some of my own writing here soon, i’m not quite sure yet but, my drafts are getting full…
hey!! i get nervous commenting but i just read your lestat/fem!reader post and God was it good. you write beautifully, and it’s so refreshing seeing some /reader stuff with him as there’s barely any!
also i think it’s awoken something in me that i totally enjoy being mocked ….. so thank you for that realisation T_T<33
thank you so much, this was so kind of you. i’m glad you enjoyed it! i was nervous posting because of how long its been since i have written…
thinking about rockstar lestat and his ‘favorite groupie’
a/n: it’s been a while since i’ve written anything, go easy on me. but i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do.
tag list: @pulsetrinity
extreme nsfw below the cut. MDNI.
You stood in the doorway of his backstage dressing room, arms crossed over your chest as you rest against the door frame.
“Mon ange.” He greeted before even turning around to face you. You smiled, standing up straight with a slight tilt of your head. “I figured you’d be hungry before your show.” Lestat turns around now, leaning back against his vanity, resting on his palms. “Always so kind.” He lifts a hand, luring you over with a curl of his finger.
“Come to me.”
You hear echo through your head.
Taking a step forward, you don’t miss the way his eyes trail down your body, locked on the way your hips sway as you walk towards him. His hands find your waist once in reach, pulling you in. You feel his breath on your ear before he says anything. A chill runs up your spine as you melt into him instantly.
“Se détendre, mon cherie.” He whispers before his lips meet your neck, placing a soft kiss before his teeth sink into your skin. Lestat hummed in satisfaction as your blood coated his throat, squeezing your waist in reply to the yelp that just left your lips. Your head felt dizzy as he drank from you, and you gasp when he retracts his fangs.
“You’re stressed. I can taste it on my tongue.” He backs up, only slightly, letting his eyes trail down your figure once more. “I can also see it in the way that you carry yourself.”
You stay silent as your head lowers, keeping your eyes on the ground. Lestat cups your chin with his fingers, lifting your head so he can look at you. “I have to go on stage. I want you to stay here and wait for me. Understood?” You nod in reply, and you can’t hold back the smile that pulls at your lips when he kisses you. It’s only for a few seconds, but it was enough to lift some of the weight off of your shoulders.
-
It was loud, and you could feel the bass bouncing off of the walls of his dressing room. You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone as you impatiently waited for him to come back to you.
“Mon amour.” You jump at hearing his voice. You hadn’t realized that the show had ended. “You listened. Good.” He grinned, sauntering towards you. Lestat sits down beside you, sliding down a bit to get comfortable as he spreads his thighs. “Strip.”
You scoff, eyes widening. “What?” Lestat tilts his head. “I don’t like repeating myself.” He lowers his gaze, looking at you with hooded eyes. “Strip.”
It doesn’t take much convincing after that. You stand up, placing yourself in front of him as you lift your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the ground beside you. Your jeans follow quickly after, leaving you only in your bra and underwear.
“Good girl. Now, come here.” He praises, patting his lap. You smile and lower yourself onto his thighs, laying your arms over his shoulders as your hands find his hair. His hands grab your hips, squeezing gently as he kisses your neck. “Missed you.” You sigh, tossing your head back a little to expose more of your neck to him. “As I have missed you.” He whispers against you, before feeling teeth puncture your skin again.
Your breath hitches in your throat, and your hips jerk forward ever so slightly. Lestat lowers his right hand, his fingers ghosting over your cunt through your underwear. Still drinking from you, he uses one of his sharp nails to cut the lace, causing the fabric to fall apart and off of your hips into his lap. He tosses it to the side, and without warning two of his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow circles. He curls them slightly, collecting more of your slick before applying more pressure. Your gasp turns into a moan as he speeds up, and your hands grip his shoulders.
Lestat retracts his teeth from your neck once more. “Look at me.” He said softly, wanting to see the way your face contorts in pleasure as he touches you. You lower your head, looking him in the eyes. Your cheeks are flushed, brows furrowed with your lips parted. “Tres bien, mon amour.” He smiles, keeping your attention on his face as his fingers slide lower, circling your entrance before pushing in until he’s deep inside of you. Your mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. “So fucking wet.” He groans, slowly pumping his fingers in and out, curling them against the spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
“Les.” You moan, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes?” He quips, as his left hand moves your hips to meet his thrusts. You can’t speak clearly, gasps and whines falling from your lips. Knowing he’s in your head, you think,
Faster.
He smirks, but does as he’s asked. His fingers pick up pace, and the room is filled with sounds of your pleasure and the squelching of your wetness with each thrust of his fingers. Anyone walking by could hear, but frankly? You don’t care. Your head falls to the crook of his neck, burying your face in it. His left hand leaves your waist, and finds itself in your hair. Lestat’s thrusts become harder, and a loud moan gets lost in his neck as your bury your face deeper.
The hand that’s in your hair tightens around the strands before pulling your head back, forcing you to look at him again. “Don’t hide from me. Let me hear you.” His thumb reaches for your clit, and he lets out a low moan as he feels your pussy tighten around his fingers, sucking him in impossibly deeper. “Les, I-” your words are cut off by a whimper when he presses his thumb harder.
It hits you like a shock wave and you can’t stop it. Your orgasm washes over you as you toss your head back, calling out his name. He helps you ride through it, slowing his pace down until your thighs are trembling. He gently pulls his fingers out of you, and when you finally look at him again, he brings his fingers to his lips and Lestat’s eyes close in satisfaction as he tastes you on his tongue.
The moment he pulls his fingers away, your lips are on his. The kiss is filthy. Tongue and teeth clashing against each other as you fumble trying to unbutton his shirt. You slide it off of his shoulders, running your hands down his torso. Your lips never part as you undo his belt, and without struggling he lifts his hips with you still on top of him and pulls his pants down. His cock springs free, tip swollen and leaking.
You smile before spitting down on his cock, taking it into your hand and slowly stroking him as you kiss your way from his chest up to his neck. He lets out a shaky breath, hips bucking into your hand. You continue for a few moments, before adjusting yourself so that the head of his dick is pressed against your entrance. His hands tighten at your waist, pushing you down to the base. Another gasp turns into a moan, as he’s barely given you any time to adjust. Lestat lifts you up and then down again, grinning when your mouth falls into an ‘O’ shape.
“There you go. Let it all go.” His voice is deep, cutting through the thick air as your body is overcome with pleasure. You get impatient with his slow movements, gathering the energy to lift yourself up and down on his cock, bracing yourself with your hands on the back of the couch. “Fuck.” He groans. You pick up speed, thighs beginning to shake around him as he pushes you closer to the edge.
Lestat leans forward, biting into your chest as his right hand travels low, fingers pressed against your clit once more as he traces fast circles this time. Your sounds are impossible to hide now.
“Filthy whore. Do you hear yourself?” His voice is clear in your head as he drinks from you.
“Shut up.” You spit through your teeth, so close you can almost taste it. He stops you immediately, and the whine that leaves you is pathetic. “Care to repeat yourself?” Lestat raises a brow. “Shut up and fuck me.” It comes out before you can fully think about it, and you almost regret it when he moves you in the blink of an eye, now bent over the arm of his leather couch. His thrusts are brutal. Hard, fast, tip kissing your cervix.
And oh, it hurts so good.
His hand wraps itself in your hair, pulling you back so you’re pressed against his front as he drives into you. “Is this what you wanted, hm? To be fucked like a slut?” Lestat teases, lips pressed against your ear. You moan, this new angle hitting spots inside of you that you didn’t even know could be reached.
“I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” He says, never ceasing his movements behind you. You try to speak, but the only sounds that come out are moans and incoherent babbling.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He mocks you, laughing before speaking again. “Feels good?” The only thing you can do is nod, deciding words are impossible right now. “Oh, yes?” You nod again, tears of pleasure beginning to stream down your cheeks.
You feel yourself getting close again, and the way you’re tightening around him has Lestat throwing his head back. “Please.” You manage to choke out, and before he can say anything, another orgasm washes over you. It’s stronger than the last, and it’s even more intense when you feel him release inside of you at the same time.
Your moans collide as you both ride out the high of each other, and when his thrusts slow to a stop your body falls limp into his arms. Lestat pulls out, and turns you around before laying you back onto the couch. He lowers himself between your thighs, kissing your hot skin while he squeezes your hips.
