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🩸 Victoria × reader

18+ readers only!!🔥 blood-thirsty fuckery, shamelessly smutty& explicit

° Victoria De Angelis/female reader insert

° you are something magic, this ain't what I'm used to, let it consume you || your night at a Måneskin concert leads to a once in a lifetime experience when you catch Victoria's eye [based in england, december 2023]

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° anon request: mommy domme victoria but as a vampire too picking out reader from crowd and having her sexy ways in the hotel after the show & also inspired by my star anon who is the queen of the hot chicks ° got your own request in mind? send it here! but for more control& priority status hit me up for a commission ° lyrics stolen from måneskin & ashnikko ° 🎧HOT VAMP SHIT playlist to add to your reading experience🦇

° [ITA:] meraviglioso: marvellous - cazzo: fuck

supernatural cocky, do it to me, light me up like a moonbeam

You had been to a lot of concerts before (you had stopped being able to easily keep count a couple of years ago), but you had never been this level of entranced by a performer. You were utterly fascinated, unable to take your eyes off of Victoria De Angelis for more than a second. She was the whole show to you and you studied her every motion.

You had attended a Måneskin concert before and you couldn't remember being this level of obsessed with just the bassist. The videos on your phone from that night had tried to capture all four musicians at once. It had also captured the few rows of people standing between you and the stage.

But tonight you were at the front of the crowd, which had been exhilarating even before the band had taken to the stage. You and your best friend, Nadia, were thrilled that your early arrival had secured you this spot. There was absolutely no one blocking your view as you stood at the barricade, on the left of the stage's front.

Everyone had been screaming when the house lights dimmed and the background music was shut off. But your cheering had gotten even louder when Victoria had come into view, wearing her guitar as she strode to the front of the stage, directly in front of you. You were enamoured by the way her hair flowed and you immediately loved the look of her studded mini-skirt.

You had made a (kind of explicit) sign, specifically for her and you had lifted it above your head straight away. LET ME CALL YOU MUMMY.

Beforehand, you hadn't known if she would understand the intent, or even see the sign. It had been made with a rush of adrenaline, half-joking around with Nadia and seeing how sexual you were willing to get.

You saw Victoria's eyes land on it, and the smile already on her face had gotten bigger. Her eyes had moved down and you thought you saw her wink at you. Your arms had felt numb as you lowered the poster, instantly finding reasons to disbelieve what you had seen from the bass player.

You had taken your eyes off of her during the first song, when someone wearing a lanyard had approached from the other side of the barricade. They stood directly in front of you, making eye contact. It might have been easy to fear that you were going to get a stern talking-to after accidentally doing something troublesome.

“Do you wanna be on stage?” They asked.

You had seen the videos online, you knew exactly what this meant, nodding your head as vigorously as possible. “Fuck yeah!”

“Yes!” Nadia had joined in, extending her arm for one of the wristbands that the staff member was holding.

They had wrapped the paper accessories around your wrist and hers. Over the song, they had given the two of you instructions of where to go and when.

Once they were gone, Nadia had grabbed you, screaming her excitement. This was a rare opportunity given to only about twenty fans per show, it was almost like winning the lottery.

You hadn't been able to think of anything to say back, because your eyes had gotten stuck on Victoria again. You hung on her every confident step and marvelled at the precision of her fingers.

You had never seen somebody so sexy in real life before. Seeing her beauty so many times on a screen, it was easy to assume there was some production magic involved - filters, blurring makeup, flattering lighting and angles, truly the best money could buy.

But as you stared up at her, trying to memorise all of these incredible details, you had seen that she was actually just that gorgeous. There wasn't a single feature that could turn you off. You dedicated more than a respectful amount of seconds looking at the little black love hearts that were pasted to each of her exposed breasts, covering the nipples.

As she had looked in your general direction (was it just wishful thinking that she was looking at you?) recklessly filthy images filled your head. You hardly knew where they had come from, but you were inundated to the point where you could hardly concentrate on anything else. You couldn't help yourself, you were suddenly ravenous for all of it.

You wondered how it would feel to have her lips all over your neck. You had pictured scissoring, desperately rubbing your cunt on hers. You hadn't done that with someone in such a long time, but it was often on your mind, the delights from previous experiences lingering in the deepest part of you. You had imagined how she might look riding your face, rocking her body with more intensity than she showed on stage. Images of worshipping her breasts couldn't be ignored and you had noticed that you felt damp in your panties.

You didn't think you had ever been driven so wild just by looking at someone before. Your libido was out of control. It was like the seduction was already happening, independent of words or touches.

When it was finally time to join the performers on stage, you dropped your sign. You didn't feel brave enough to hold it up to her directly, you didn't know how she would react and that intimidated the Hell out of you. The group of fans began to rush the stage and you followed Nadia up the small staircase.

Victoria was the first band member that you reached, and while other fans spread out across the stage, you got too caught up in staring at her to care about anything else. She met your eye, smiling at you. It was like a magnetic pull and you got closer to her.

There were other fans around her, but no one was taking up the space directly in front of her. Amongst all of the other giddy activity on the stage, you were focused purely on her. The rest of the noise faded down as she focused on you too.

She pointed to the spot in front of her feet, seeming to want you to stand there, even closer. You never dreamed that you would be this close, amazed and pumping with adrenaline.

You were reminded of dancing with someone at a nightclub when she planted her foot in the gap between yours, rocking her body weight toward you. There were a few measly inches between the two of you, just enough space for her to continue playing the guitar.

“Cool kids, they do not use floss…”

As the song began, she moved to the beat, tossing her hair around. She looked so free and happy, you wanted to feel the same way.

Her exposed legs brushed and rubbed against yours. She was smiling as she sang along, just like everyone else on stage. The energy was as incredible as it always looked in the videos - it was certain that no one else was having as much fun as the group on stage.

She looked around at the other close-by fans, sharing her enthusiasm with them. But her eyes always returned to you. It didn’t seem real that she would find you so interesting.

She had propped her foot up onto her tip-toes, raising the leg that was between both of yours. Her dancing saw this leg continuously rubbing on your thighs, even pushing into your crotch every so often. Your movements made your bodies come together with more impact and you were soon filling with tingles.

“I’m a bitch and I have much fun…”

Your mouth was forming the words to this track that you knew so well, but you weren’t paying them any attention. You were too busy marvelling at how dancing with her could feel so intimate. You were obsessed with the spots where you could feel her body pressed on yours. 

You licked your lips as your thoughts returned to their earlier depraved track. You imagined other intimate scenarios. You pictured properly grinding on her, with no guitar to block you. You imagined how good it would feel to keep her thigh between your legs.

She looked over your shoulder, momentarily locking eyes with someone or something. Her hand came off of the guitar so that she could gesture in a very specific way. Then she nodded and looked back at you, winking.

Before anything could progress (and it really felt like it could), she took a step back then turned away. She went over to share Damiano’s microphone for a few lines of lyrics.

They were flocked by fans and your clear path to her was gone, now you only caught glimpses of her long hair as she bounced around with the excited group.

It seemed your moment with her was over. You knew there was still fun to be had before the song was through. But there was a pang of disappointment, wishing for more time in her sphere.

You spotted Nadia dancing on the opposite side of the stage, where Thomas was playing his guitar. You made your way over to your friend, who spotted you instantly. She grabbed your hand, pulling you over to dance together, her energy giving you a boost.

The lead guitarist was just as interactive as Victoria, singing with the guests on his stage. But he didn’t have the same effect on you. You smiled when you caught his eye, but you didn’t have the feeling that you absolutely couldn’t look away. Nor did it feel like your legs were about to turn into jelly.

The song had never felt so short and before you knew it, each of the musicians took their exit from the stage. You still had an abundance of enthusiasm, you wanted more. But you were surrounded only by regular people - the spectators rather than the spectacle. There was no more music to listen to.

Casually dressed members of the security team started to gently shepherd everyone off of the stage. You went with the traffic, going back to that staircase with Nadia at your side.

Someone wearing a lanyard approached you, putting themselves in your path. They showed you a friendly smile as you slowed your pace, Nadia doing the same.

“Hey, could you come with me, please?” They requested.

You were confused, glancing at your friend instead of answering immediately. None of the other people from the stage had been singled out like this. But you didn’t have the sense that you were about to be told off for doing something wrong.

“Yes, we will definitely go backstage with you.” She answered without a hint of trepidation.

“Actually, I was only talking to her.” They said, pointing at you.

“Uh, yeah, I can- sure.” You said, you could feel your hopes going up even though you didn’t know what you should be preparing for.

“I gotta be awkward somewhere else.” Nadia said.

She gave your arm a parting squeeze before this staff member started to lead you away from everyone else. Your curiosity was practically overflowing as the entrance to the backstage area got closer.

They pulled back a thick black curtain, revealing an area where there was room to move and perfect lighting. There were people moving around, each wearing identifying lanyards. You had never been somewhere so exclusive before and you made a mental note to not do anything to screw up this experience.

Before you had finished scanning across this large area, you spotted her. Victoria was positioned at one of the available vanity tables, touching up the pigment on her lips. Immediately you got that flurry of butterflies in your tummy again.

And your chaperone started to lead you in her direction. You stopped noticing the details of this expansive room, feeling that sensation of being magnetically drawn to her return.

You caught her eye in the mirror and she turned around, smiling. She extended her hand out toward you and you copied her, eagerly walking faster than the person who had been escorting you.

“Hi again.” You said, placing your hand in hers.

She held it securely, lightly pulling to bring you in as close as you had been on stage. “Hey. I hope you don’t mind me interrupting your night, I just had to tell you how much I love your sign.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks were burning with heat. “I’m glad you liked it, I was worried it could come off as disrespectful.”

“Definitely not.” She said. “It was sexy and it would be even sexier if you meant it.” She had eased herself in closer and she was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb. “Did you really mean it, do you wanna call me Mummy?”

“Yes, I would- who wouldn’t- you’re so amaz- and I have a huge crush on you.” You didn’t know how to articulate the excitement rushing your system.

“And you’re queer?” She asked.

You nodded. “Yes, pansexual.”

“Cool.” She said and she used her free hand to rub your arm. “Are you single?”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation, not slowing yourself down by thinking about Cooper lying in the bed that you shared.

She licked her lips. “Meraviglioso.” She kept both of her hands on you as her eyes relocated to someone else. She gave a purposeful nod and it seemed certain this operation had been practised more than a few times. “I’ve gotta get back on stage for the encore, so my friend Stefano is gonna take care of you for a bit. He’s gonna take you back to my hotel room, where I’ll join you in about an hour. Is that okay with you?”

“Definitely.” You said, you were amazed by how everything was falling into place. Somehow you had stumbled into a perfect scenario.

“Awesome, I’ll see you later.” She said, she lifted your hand up so that she could kiss the back of it, leaving a print of her lipstick there. “Before I get there, you can think about what you want me to call you while you’re calling me Mummy.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You said.

She squeezed your hand before letting it go. “I’ll see you soon.”

Her eyes lingered on you as she began to move away. You turned around to keep watching her, just as engrossed as ever.

You didn’t mind missing out on the last two songs of the set, you didn’t think that you would be able to concentrate properly. Already your thoughts were racing, strong enough to completely carry you away. Now you had permission to get filthy, there wasn’t any reason to censor yourself or try reining your libido in.

You were still smiling and blushing, even after she had disappeared from sight. This was a high that hadn’t yet reached its peak, it wasn’t about to fade away.

The guy who had brought you backstage, now you knew he was Stefano, approached you again. “Hey, are you ready to go?”

“Definitely.” You replied.

The exclusive space of the green room was left behind as you progressed to somewhere even more exclusive - Victoria’s bedroom. He led you down a staircase and through a door to the much quieter outside. A car was waiting close-by, someone in the driver's seat. Stefano got in the front passenger seat and you got into the back.

Neither he nor the driver tried to strike up a conversation with you, understanding that you weren’t here for them to get to know. There was the possibility of them judging you for agreeing to a one night stand, maybe they found your morals questionable.

But this was a once in a lifetime experience. And the closer you got to it, the more it intoxicated you. It was exceedingly easy to concentrate solely on the positive before you.

You brought your phone out of your bag, finding nine text messages from Nadia waiting for you. She wanted to know what was going on, expressing how mind blown by all of this she was. Then she wanted to coordinate a plan of how the two of you could meet back up.

I don’t really know whats going on. They took me back to talk to Victoria and she asked if I wanted to go back to her hotel. And I said yes?? You typed your response. So now I’m in a car. I’m safe and all, don’t worry about me. But you should probably just head home. And I’ll see you when I see you.

You sent this message, then returned to the main screen of your inbox. Beneath your communication with Nadia, there was a conversation labelled Cooper. You didn’t open this. You told yourself that you didn’t need to tell your boyfriend what was going on. Before leaving for the concert, you had said you would most likely spend the night at Nadia’s place. He wasn’t expecting you to return home, he wouldn’t know that anything out of the ordinary had happened.

Until you could tell him face-to-face. And that was when you would let him know that you had made use of the metaphorical hall pass.

This was an agreement that had been in place for more than half of your relationship. You had agreed that one night stands weren’t cheating, they weren’t grounds for a break up.

It had only been theoretical to you up until tonight. You were sure that he would totally understand your decision once you explained it.

This became your truth and you liked it. You didn’t give it any more thought. Instead your focus and energy went to the incredible once in a lifetime experience you were approaching.

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you do something wicked to me, mystical when you seduce me 

You kept waiting for something to go wrong. You were expecting to be told that a mistake had occurred and you had to leave right away, because you should have never been brought here in the first place. Why would someone as extraordinary as Victoria have any interest in you, who was so ordinary? Sitting alone, you couldn’t fight the feeling that this bubble was about to burst.

But then the suite’s door opened and the gorgeous woman came in, promptly sweeping you up in new emotions. You sat forward on the sofa, your heart already starting to race.

She was unaccompanied, instantly shutting out the rest of the world by closing and locking the door. Even though she was no longer dressed for the stage, she was just as eye-catching to you in her baggy jeans.

“My dear…” She said after discarding her shoulder bag. “You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”

You got to your feet as she came toward you. “Yeah, me too.”

She didn’t immediately step into your personal space, the restraint marking a change in behaviour. “I want to be honest about why I had you come back here. No nasty surprises. I’m a vampire.”

You wanted to laugh but the sound didn’t come, instead your throat started to clench. “You’re- what are you- vampi- you must be kidding- I don’t understand.”

She nodded. “It’s a lot to wrap your head around, I get that.” She was looking deeply into your eyes as she picked up your hand to hold in hers. “But you don’t need to panic, I promise that you’re not in any danger. It’s up to you if you stay or go, I won’t hold you against your will.” You had turned your wrist so that you could interlock your fingers with hers. “But if you do choose to stay…

“Any pain that you feel will be vastly out-weighed by the pleasure that I plan to give to you. You’ll feel so good that any hurt will be instantly forgotten. It’s my goal to make you feel good- well, myself, too.” She was smiling as she spoke. “Because I’ve been working so hard on this tour and the travel that goes along with it is so exhausting. Fun, but…

“The point is, I need to feed to refresh myself. I give so much of myself at shows and in interviews and all of the other interactions. So I just wanna be selfish.”  Her free hand played with some of your hair. “Will you let me be selfish?”

You had been feeling a sense of warmth as you listened to her, most of your fears were too quiet to be worth noticing. You already knew that you were going to agree to spending the night with her, even if uncertainties lingered right now.

“What exactly do you mean by feed?” You asked.

“Well, even though this is your first meeting with one of us, I’m sure you’ve heard enough about vampires to know that our meal of choice is blood.” She said, starting to subtly nod her head. Without realising, you copied her. “I would bite you to get some little drinks here and there. But I’m not interested in draining you. You will leave this hotel in perfect health, I promise you.”

She released your hand and took a half-step back. “If you don’t believe me, you can leave right now, angel.”

But you didn’t even glance at the door that led to your freedom. 

As you looked deeply into her eyes, you felt like from above your head, honey was being poured onto your body. It was smooth and warm, bringing comfort as it covered you.

You looked at her lips and there was only one thing you wanted to do. You rushed to close the gap between the two of you, bringing your hands up to her face. You saw only approval in her eyes, then you shut your own, guiding your lips to hers.

At once you felt her responding, her lips caressing yours so sweetly. You went further into the fantasy with so much excitement, feeling her smooth cheeks beneath your fingers.

She tilted her head, deepening the kiss and you could feel the beginnings of moisture on your lips. At the same time, she wound an arm around your middle, using this to bring your chest flush to hers.

Your desire was poised to spill over. You weren’t trying to feel out any dangerously pointed teeth as you ventured your tongue into her mouth, you just wanted to taste more of her. She put her hand to the back of your head, encouraging you to stay in this intimacy. You could feel an ache between your thighs.

“Mn, Mummy.” You whined against her lips. “I could get addicted to your kisses.”

She lifted up the hem of your dress with her hand under the material. “That's exactly what I want.” She pushed her hips firmly against yours as she secured some more kisses. “I want you to fuck me. Can you do that for me? Just let me lie back while you give me a mind-blowing orgasm that melts all my stress away.”

“I would love to do that for you.” You said.

“Do you know your way around a strap-on?” She asked.

You were nodding your head, even though it had been more than two years since your last time using one. You didn't think it would be terribly difficult to pick the skill back up, especially considering your determination to make her feel good.

“Yeah, I mean- it's not my first time using one.” You said.

“Fuck yeah, I picked the right girl tonight, huh?” She smiled as she came in for more kisses.

She subtly rubbed the front of her body on you as each kiss was quickly followed with another. Her fingers grasped directly onto the skin beneath your dress.

“Get naked for me.” She said, her voice low but stern. “Mummy wants to see her perfect girl properly.”

You started to do it instantly, shedding the dress you had picked out months ago. You didn’t stop until your body was entirely bare, your insecurities not strong enough to slow you down. Her eyes lit up, travelling down your body as she held a hand reassuringly on your side.

She drew you in with a hand on your heated cheek. “You should get to hear me say it again- I want you to fuck me.”

You saw her bright smile for less than a second before her mouth crushed against yours. A series of passionate kisses commenced with her hands exploring across your body. And you were equally greedy, pushing both of your hands under her tank top, feeling at all you could reach.

“Mummy…” You whimpered. “You’re still wearing too many clothes.”

Her hand collided with your uncovered ass, making you gasp and your heart excitedly skipped over a few beats. “That’s not how a good idea gets me to take my clothes off. Do I have to teach you manners?”

You loved the way this changed the atmosphere, adding a tension that hadn’t been present before. It didn’t make you uncomfortable, it was exciting. You understood the role she wanted you to play and you accepted it instantly.

“No, you don’t. I’ll be polite, I’ll be so polite. Please, will you take your clothes off for me?” You asked.

She didn’t spank your ass again, giving it a teasing squeeze instead. Then she took your arm and started walking away from the door, taking you towards the bed. “Do you have any idea how sexy you make that word sound?”

“Which word?” You asked, wearing a proud smile. “Please?”

She hummed happily and gave you a shove, sending you onto the mattress. “Mm-hmm, that’s the one.”

“I’ll say it as many times as you want.” You said, looking up at her with eyes full of admiration.

She had started to undo the fly of her jeans and your interest was instantly secured. Your eyes grew wide, you were enthralled by the sight of her panties. It was a black thong, allowing you to stare at her thighs as she worked the denim down.

“Please.” You said, quieter than before as you yearned to return your hands to her incredible body. “Please, Mummy.”

She smiled and reached for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up. Your pussy was flooded with heat upon looking at her completely bare chest.

“Did it hurt?” You asked.

She chuckled. “You are not about to use that cheesy old line and ask if it hurt when I fell from Heaven. You’re smart enough to know that I’ve never been near Heaven.”

“No, I wasn’t going to say that at all. I was talking about your nipples. Does it hurt when you take those sticker cover things off?” You asked.

“No, they’re fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore than taking off a pair of false eyelashes does.” She said.

“Oh. ‘Cause I was gonna offer to kiss them better if they were hurting at all…” You said.

She smiled. “Have you been thinking about kissing my tits?”

“More like worshipping them.” You said before any kind of modesty could stop you. You weren’t used to being so bold and shameless with someone you had just met. But there was something about her presence that influenced you to not hold back.

She walked away from the end of the bed, going over to a small collection of suitcases and bags. You watched her open a black case.

“I’m glad you think there’s enough to worship.” She said.

“They’re absolutely perfect to me, Mummy. I would spend hours worshipping them… if you would like that, please.”

She chuckled to herself and draped a few lengths of fabric over her shoulder. “I’m sure we can make some time for that.”

The next thing she pulled out of the suitcase was much more eye-catching - a dildo. The long object was covered in a leopard-print pattern. She held this in one hand as she reached in for another item. Once she had found the bottle of lubricant, she brought everything over to the bed where you waited.

She offered the harness that would fit around your ass and thighs. As you started trying to make sense of the straps and how they connected, she pushed her underwear down.

Her naked body was all of the motivation that you needed. You were inspired to get the belt on as quickly as you could manage. You got each of the buckles secured, the straps snugly fitting around your crotch and thighs. Your heart leapt when her fingers brushed against your skin as she checked a few of the buckles.

“You’re going to look so good on top of me, darling.” She said.

She sat down on the mattress with you. All you could think of was how desperate you were to touch her. But you forced yourself to be patient, not wanting to interrupt her from the process of getting the dildo in place. She fitted the base of the fake-dick into the O-ring that rested over your crotch, a look of concentration in her eyes.

Once the cock was secured, she looked your body up-and-down and her smile widened. “Fucking perfect.”

The way that she immediately kissed you gave her compliment even more impact, adding to the burning desire that wanted to consume you.

She didn’t let her lips part from yours as she started to readjust. You eagerly moved with her, at first turning your body to face a new direction. Then you were following her up the mattress, keeping in rhythm with her thrilling kisses the whole time.

She pulled herself away from you when she found the spot she wanted. She laid down, resting her head on the pillow as she spread her legs. She opened the lube, a very sweet scent of grapes coming forward as she squeezed some of the product into her hand.

She gestured for you to come closer and you moved into the space between her thighs. She started applying the lubricant to the silicone length while her other hand reached beneath it. Your breath immediately caught when you felt her fingers on your cunt, discovering the moisture already collecting at your entrance.

“You haven’t yet told me the things you want me to address you as.” She pointed out, her fingers lazily dragging back-and-forth along your slit.

“I like everything you’ve said so far. But I think I’d like to be called stuff like naughty thing. I like the encouragements and the good girl’s, but you can be less nice to me, too.” You said. “That would turn me on.”

She licked her lips. “I can do that for you, especially while you’re being so naughty, darling.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as she drew her fingers off of your pussy. You felt the way it pulsed, desperate for attention and scorching hot in your anticipation of more.

She hooked one of her fingers under the belt, lightly tugging on it as she used her other hand to gesture for you to come closer. “Come and fuck me, naughty girl.”

You leaned forward, bracing yourself with a hand on the mattress. Her enchanting eyes left yours as she wrapped a hand around the cock. Positioned on your knees, you eased your body closer to hers as she guided the sex toy toward her cunt.

Her moans were a blessing to your ears as she worked the tip between her folds. She rubbed it up-and-down and you watched the expression on her face change.

Her chest swelled around a deep breath as she began burying the cock into her cunt. She consistently took more of the inches, letting almost all of the length inside. She took her hand off of it so that she could grab your bare ass instead, holding with a firm grip.

“Show Mummy how naughty, nasty, filthy you can be.” She said and she prompted shivers to race through your system as she met your gaze again.

You drove your hips closer to hers, making even more of the dick disappear into her pussy. Just as quickly, you rocked your body weight back. Then you charged forward with more power, gaining confidence in your range of movement.

“That’s good.” She encouraged in a husky whisper.

She arched her back and your wide eyes fell to her tits, with their very-erect nipples. She started to move with you, lifting her hips to meet your every thrust. The two of you slipped into a tempo as easily as when you had been dancing together on stage.

“Cazzo, look at that vein on your arm.” She said, eyeing the bicep that was near her head. “That’s gonna make my mouth water…”

Your concentration wavered, your pumping a little less enthusiastic as you wondered what she was about to do. Would you be able to handle it?

She wrapped a leg around your waist, jutting her hips up at the same time. “Uh-uh, you aren’t going to stop fucking me.” She spanked your ass. “Keep going.” You thrusted again, following through with more movements, but this didn’t stop her from slapping your ass repeatedly. “Yes, keep fucking me.

“Keep fucking me…” She trailed off into a wordless whimper.

This sound became muffled as she pressed her face against your arm. There was some worry present, which made your body tense. But you refused to allow it to freeze, keeping your hips in motion.

She kissed all over your forearm, her lips parting at a point about an inch above your elbow. At first you just felt pressure. Then a sharp sensation arose as her fangs penetrated your skin, the pain radiating out.

You groaned but she was immediately louder. She briefly detached her mouth from your arm, freely moaning. There wasn’t any further discomfort as she went back to your flesh. She began to suck at these puncture marks and you were stunned as you mentally told yourself that you had successfully survived your first bite from her vampire teeth. It was an invigorating accomplishment.

You hadn’t been aware of your vigour slipping. But as soon as she struck your ass, you put all of your focus on how you were rolling your hips again. You made sure she could feel your strength as she continued to suck on your arm.

She returned her head to the pillow with a whimper. “You taste amazing. Your blood is just as beautiful as you.”

You inspected the marks that she had left behind. The two small, red holes shone in the light. Blood oozed out, slowly creating a little trail down your arm.

She got your attention by putting her hand to your cheek, redirecting your gaze away from the injury. “See, it’s nothing to be scared over. You trust Mummy more now, don’t you?”

“Yes Mummy, I do.” You said, making her smile with lips that were darker than before.

“Mm-hm. You can worship my tits to calm yourself down, to walk yourself back from all of that silly fear.” She said.

“Thank you, Mummy.” You replied, eagerly nodding.

You made sure to maintain your rhythm, even as you altered your position, bowing your head down to her heaving chest. Your heart was rushing, thrilled to have a target (and a very appealing one, at that) for your raging desires.

You started off simply, kissing one of her stiff nipples. Seeking her approval, you lifted your eyes up to her face as you let your lips part on the next kiss. She was watching you intently, her hand cradling your cheek. You lolled your tongue out, rubbing it all over her nipple with great appreciation. She appeared pleased, continuing to writhe against you, keeping both of you in this delicious motion.

You moved to the other nipple, sucking it into your mouth. You flicked then rolled your tongue against it, keeping up with your rhythm. Now you were aiming for her g-spot, with every rocking of your hips. You dragged your body against hers, getting lost in the passion.

“Fuck. This is exactly what I needed.” She began to match slaps to your ass with her words. “Exactly what I need-ed…”

Her writhing progressed to her own determined thrusting. She matched your pacing, your bodies crashing together with even more power. Her hands went out to her sides, grabbing at the bed sheets as she continued this effort.

You started to feel her outdoing your energy, fucking herself harder than you were prepared for. Your breath grew shallower as it felt like you were playing catch up. You detached your mouth from her, resting your head on her chest as you tried to recover your breath.

But this was a secondary goal. The main thing you cared about was meeting her power with just as much force. You concentrated on making each rut as strong as possible, it didn’t matter if this exhausted you for any other activity.

She let out a prolonged whimper. “Oh, my naughty thing.”

You couldn’t resume your thorough treatment of her breasts, her sudden repositioning compromised your closeness to her chest. She wrapped both of her legs around you, and at the same time she yanked herself up. This allowed her to move on the cock with shorter strokes while keeping it consistently deep.

You wrapped an arm around her. You shifted your weight to your knees as you settled into this altered momentum. She rested her forehead on your chest and you felt her hot breath on your tits.

She leaned on your arm and the new pressure brought your attention to the wound on your arm.

“Victoria?” You began. “Will the biting turn me into a vampire too?” Her hair fell back from her flushed face as she looked up at you. “Like, a venom in your saliva, or something?”

“No, princess. You have to be dead to be turned.” She said. “And as I said earlier: I’m not a danger to you.”

You nodded as you stared into her eyes, and you believed her. You immediately put the issue out of your mind.

“Can I have another drink? I need to taste more.” She said.

“Yes.” You replied and you were so pleased by the smile this brought to her face.

She was still rutting herself on the cock as she took her mouth to your tits. The bite didn’t come straight away. First, she explored the tops of your breasts with sweet kisses.

The kisses started to linger a little longer, then you were feeling her tongue as she let her lips part.

It was a little less surprising and scary when you felt her teeth breaking your skin this time. The pain seared and demanded your attention as she penetrated your breast at a point that your bra could hide later. You knew this pain wasn’t forever, enduring it with some deep breaths.

She detached for a moment. This was followed by the feeling of just her lips on you, covering this tender area in kisses. She whimpered as she started to suck.

All the while she was still swinging her hips up into you. The motions and the sounds were glorious, registering in your already-aching pussy. You loved being included in the rhythm, thrilled even though you knew this wouldn’t lead to your climax.

“Fuck…” She panted, pulling back a little. You saw the hints of dark red on her lips and it felt dangerous. “I want that taste on my tongue as I come.”

“Yes, Mummy.”

Her rhythm was unrelenting, all of her energy going into chasing her orgasm. You got so caught up in all of her shamelessly erotic sounds that you stopped feeling the pain from your new wound rather quickly. You were fascinated by the way the passion was changing her, noticing every slight change in her facial expression and savouring the ones you had never seen before.

She was experiencing it all so visibly that you thought you would know the exact second that she started to come, it would be so obvious. You wondered what was prompting each reaction. And from there, you could easily imagine what it would be like to experience such pleasure for yourself.

Her face became hidden from you when she concluded her next pump forward by pushing all of herself against you. She rested her head on your shoulder once your chests had come together.

You held her tightly as she proactively bounced in your lap. Her excited whines were muffled by your shoulder, which she was soon bringing pain to. She sank her fangs into the skin, bringing more blood into her mouth.

She sucked ferociously, until some jolts through her body seemed to surprise her. Her multi-tasking skills were somewhat compromised and she just rested her lips on your skin as her hips excitedly stuttered forward. Between whimpers, she licked up more blood. But her focus was clearly set on the reckless tempo of her hips.

Something inside of her snapped and you felt her chest expand against yours, while the rest of her body stilled. Her crazed energy had reached its conclusion. You stopped moving as well, suddenly aware of how short of breath you were.

She gave your shoulder some kisses and licks, before starting to lift her head. Her face was flushed with colour and her smile was even more beautiful now, seeming to sparkle.

She sat up, leaning less of her body weight on you as she draped her arms around your neck. “You really are a naughty thing, huh? The way you just made Mummy go fuckin’ feral like that…”

“I’m really happy I could make you feel so good.” You said as you rubbed your hands up-and-down her back.

“You did.” She said before softly kissing you. “Every single second of it was so good.” She kissed you a few more times and you got hints of the sharp taste of your own blood. “And now you see for yourself that the feeding isn’t a really big deal, right? It helps you trust me more, doesn’t it?”

“It does.” You said as soon as she left a pause for you to answer.

She kissed you, more deeply this time. You sensed that fractions of her energy were coming back as her mouth lingered on yours. The foreign taste of blood hardly affected your enjoyment of this intimate exchange.

“You’re so sexy.” You murmured against her lips. “Getting to see all of that was so beautiful. It’s gonna be a long time before I can stop thinking about it.”

“You really liked it, huh?” She asked and you instantly nodded your head. “Did watching me make you…” She licked her lips and grinned. “...wet?”

You nodded again. “Yes Mummy, so wet.”

“How about we take that toy off of your body and you can show me?” You offered.

She planted one more kiss on your lips before starting to climb out of your lap. She left the toy phallus behind, its surface covered in the slick from her pussy. She helped you remove the harness and tossed it aside without a care. Then she laid down, resting her head on the pillow as she continued to smile at you.

She curled onto her side a little and smoothed out the bedsheets in front of her. “Come and lay with me, pretty girl.”

You laid down in this available space, resting on your back. You could feel your body buzzing with so much energy, lust that needed to be used. Your pussy felt incredibly hot.

She played with your hair a little as she leaned in closer. Her eyes moved to your mouth and you felt your heart flutter. In the next second, she was kissing you and you let it take your breath away. You rushed to keep up with her.

Her tongue eased into your mouth as she started to trail her hand down the front of your body. It felt like you were made of kindling, and it would take just one movement to set everything ablaze. But which movement would that be?

She didn’t hesitate to reach her hand down beneath your waistline, confident in what she was doing as her fingers glided onto your mound. At the same time, she swirled her tongue in your mouth, exploring you with hunger.

Her hand moved lower, cupping your cunt. Against your labia majora, she applied pressure with her fingers. She moved the digits in little waves, an intimate massage. This was matched by the way she rolled her tongue against the roof of your mouth. It was a dreamy combination and you wrapped an arm around her, wanting to keep her so close.

She gradually rubbed her way lower, getting closer to your entrance. Then she extended a finger and went straight for it. Your hand gripped her tighter as she started to move her finger along your slit. Wet noises accompanied her tender stroking up-and-down.

Your heart was properly racing now and you widened the space between your thighs. This was the beginning of something spectacular, and you trusted her to know how to get you to the conclusion.

She added a bit of pressure without actually penetrating yet. You enjoyed the warmth from being worked up like this. Her tempo was so enticing and more blood rapidly flowed into this area.

She drew her tongue back from your mouth. “Princess, my princess…”

She moved her finger a little faster, facing no resistance from your pussy. She gave your lower lip some sucks. As these drew on, you detected a hint of her pointed teeth, moving against your lip. But the wonderful treatment of your pussy dominated your attention and kept you from developing any worries.

She started to kiss her way down from your lips. You heard your shaky breaths, they really weren’t going to help you fill your lungs again. She moved from your face to your throat, slowly appreciating the skin as she went. Her kisses lingered on one particular spot.

Her fingers tensed and began to sink inside. At once you were gripped by conflicting sensations because she was creating new wounds in the side of your throat. The intensity was more than you had been prepared for and it immediately overwhelmed you. You weren’t strong enough to resist it and you couldn’t help getting lost momentarily.

You desperately gasped for air, trying to ride out the pain. A weakness came into your knees as she also accelerated the pleasure, pumping her finger into you.

Your body writhed and you wondered if this was more than you could take. But you pushed yourself into her, craving for all of it to go on.

The pain deflated some as she pulled her fangs out of your flesh. With a moan, she pushed her tongue up to the small holes. Your skin throbbed in response to this pressure. It felt as hot and swollen as your cunt.

Between your inner-walls, she had added another finger. She pumped them at a consistent tempo, prompting desperate whines from you. You tilted your pelvis, letting her move deeper.

She drew the tender spot on your throat into her mouth again, starting to suck. The taste inspired her to drive her fingers harder and you felt your mind go blissfully blank.

She positioned her hand so that every pound of her fingers could end with her palm smacking into your clit. This started quakes through you. You squirmed, the excitement building up to an irreversible level. You were needing the climax, starting to move your hips in accordance to her speed.

She moved away from your neck, repositioning in a way that made your arm slip from around her. Now you grabbed for the pillow to help brace yourself.

You opened your eyes when you felt the bed shifting with her weight. You saw her placing herself over your legs, her eyes fixed on the target of your pussy. You were tingling with anticipation as you got flat on your back, keeping your legs apart.

Your blood was visible on her lips as she settled herself and looked up at you. She put her hands to the tops of your thighs and started to lower her head. She maintained eye contact with you as she applied her tongue to your pussy. She lapped up, moving along your slit.

“Mummy…” You breathed as the swell of pleasure grew even stronger.

She licked again-and-again, pushing a little harder each time. You started to push her hair back from her face, gathering it into your hand so that your view of her wouldn’t be compromised. You were obsessed with what you were saying.

“I’m not even a little surprised that this part of you tastes amazing too.” She said, making you feel slightly bashful.

Next, she returned her wet fingers to your cunt, the two digits swallowed by your quim at once. Your body tensed as she established her rhythm again.

When she attached her mouth to your clitoris, you felt the sensitivities sharply increase. They got a little intimidating as they became all-consuming. Your head fell back to the pillow and your mouth gaped open when she started kissing the hood.

This progressed to her working her tongue in endless circles. You grew even more receptive to the tempo of her fingers and you knew the release was getting closer.

“Ah, Victoria…” You vocalised a choked sob. “That feels so, so good. You- you’re gonna make me cuh-...” The air disappeared from your lungs when she sucked the hood of your clit into her mouth. This increase of the glorious intensity brought strangled, desperate noises from you.

You had no choice but to entirely surrender when she began to curl her fingers. With a few more moments of those fingers jackhammering, she had you crying out louder than ever.

Then you reached your release. It was so grand that you didn’t just see stars, you were seeing explosions. And you felt them, as well.

She separated from you and you let your body go limp on the bed. You were gripped by uncontrollable shudders as the extremes very slowly released their hold on you.

“Pretty girl…” She soothed as you felt her start to stroke your hair. “That was incredible.”

You watched her lay down beside you, your satisfaction was mirrored back to you with the look on her face. She got comfortable and continued playing gently with your hair.

“I can’t believe all of that just happened.” You said. You thought it would be days until this feeling of total awe wore off. “And all because of my stupid sign.”

“Your sign wasn’t stupid, it was sexy. They showed me a pic of it before the show…” She said, and you remembered being approached by a photographer while everyone had been waiting for the concert’s start. They had approached other fans who carried posters, taking photos of more than just your message.

“And it really got my attention, so I told them to make sure you got a wristband for the stage, because I wanted to see what your vibe was like.” She explained.

Your eyes had grown wide and you raised a hand up to your cheek. “Oh my God, I was so close to not bringing it at all.”

“Why?”

“I thought it would be unwanted…” You said.

“You should listen to your gut more, ‘cause look what it got you tonight.” She said. “You shouldn't waste your life denying what you want. Now, are you the big or little spoon?”

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[victoriangold]

Long time no art – I’m so excited for Rockstat tho!!

[soliloqueeer]

Main inspirations: Velvet Goldmine, Maneskin, Robert Plant, Freddie Mercury, Mick Jagger, Brian Eno, Iggy Pop, etc.

[miraculan-draws]

HEAR ME OUT...what if he DID play in a metal band for a while...and what if they were FRIENDS and they LOVED HIM...and when his stupid blabber mouth "I own the night" husband is drawing too much attention to himself, so he needs to draw even MORE attention...what if...he called the gang with a Proposition

[drtrashcrafting]

David Bowie and Måneskin inspired Lestat sketches instead of sleeping cuz this silly guy is now my muse

[sam-reid]

okay but this is exactly the kind of rockstar vibe i was hoping for, and i knew they wouldn't disappoint me 😭

[pomburel]

Back in my Bubbline era

[toscrollperchancetomeme]

The fact that people say that Lestat shouldn't be a rockstar because that's not "a thing" in 2024 when Maneskin are just... right there.

[bezebo]

Vampire Lestat x Måneskin - MAMMAMIA!

[misspe]

Who Is He? TikTok Famous Rockstar Spotted Kissing With Mysterious Guy

Lestat de Lioncourt's boy/girlfriends and current and past relationships have been hot topics of conversation ever since the release of his debut single 'Let me be your slave'. Now he has been spotted leaving the after-show party of his concert in London with an unidentified man. The pair were filmed together in a clip posted to TikTok, kissing and holding hands. Lestat "The Vampire'' de Lioncourt sported a red shirt and white leather shorts paired with a blue glitter bralette, revealing his midriff. Meanwhile, the unknown man in an all-black outfit with pink sneakers.

But who is the green-eyed beauty with the dashing smile?

Rumors say he is a private businessman from Dubai. Meanwhile Lestat - famous for his heartbreaking ballads like 'Claudia's Lament' and 'NOLA Blues' - won't confirm or deny any speculations about his relationship-status.

[thesinlesssinner]

Of all the bands I want rockstar Lestat to sound like Maneskin is def at the top. Their music is so Lestat coded.

[pjisskullourful]

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🩸part 4/? [series masterpost]

Damiano × reader

trigger warning!! pregnancy complications

° Damiano David/female reader insert

° week 31 of your pregnancy with a vampire-human hybrid sees you rushing to the hospital with an unexpected issue

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-WEEK 31 -

You hadn't told anyone that you were coming to the hospital today because you thought you didn't need anyone to tag along with you. You were so accustomed to seeing Dr Pesce for checkups that this seemed like a scenario you could handle on your own.

Even though this appointment had been made last minute, you were telling yourself it would be just as routine as all of the others. You were willing there to be nothing in today's appointment that made it any more significant than the regularly scheduled visits. Damiano was working in Los Angeles and you were hoping to have no updates to send him, not even a text message would be necessary.

You were here because you wanted her to tell you that the dark discharge you had seen in your underwear yesterday was nothing to worry about. It had appeared out of the blue. There wasn't any pain or unusual discomfort to link it to. You had done your best to stay away from Google, so set on not getting swept up in the worst case scenario.

Dr Pesce had you lay down on the exam bed, you weren't feeling as relaxed as you usually did. She had a nurse assisting her, silent and over her shoulder. 

You were feeling very exposed and vulnerable with your feet separated, lifted in stirrups. Your dress was around your abdomen and your underwear tucked under yourself. It didn't matter that Pesce was gentle and the tools were all lubricated, it felt uncomfortable and alien having these things poking around in your pussy. You kept curling your hands into fists, then out again, only to repeat the process.

A monitor was beeping regularly, helping everyone in the room keep track of your baby’s heart rate. This was the only sound, aside from murmured instructions for different tools from Pesce to the nurse.

It instantly demanded all of the attention when its speed suddenly increased, sounding more like an alarm. You whipped around, looking at the monitor, even though its details weren't clear to you.

“That's not…” The nurse said quietly.

One hand went to the side of your belly, as if this would help to protect the baby. “Is something wrong?”

Pesce was looking at the monitor and frowning, retracting her hands away from your crotch. “She's in a bit of distress at the moment, something is making her heart rate drop.” She turned to the nurse, quietly giving her some kind of instruction that saw her racing from the room, leaving the door open as she went.

Your nerves were threatening to overflow and overwhelm you, the thoughts filling your head already felt like too much to deal with. Pesce got up to stand in front of the monitor, getting more information from it than you could.

“Her heart rate is really dropping.” She said, her words coming out very matter-of-fact.

“Is she gonna be okay?” You asked, your voice cracking in the last word as your throat clenched.

“We’re gonna do everything to make sure she is.” She said, barely distracted as a few new people burst into this once-peaceful room. “We’ll do an emergency c-section so that we can get her out and have greater ability to help her heart.”

“What?” You asked but she had already turned away.

She was talking to the other staff members, a couple of them were wheeling in a gurney. Pesce quickly shared the important information with them. You couldn’t keep up with what she was saying, the numbers that you heard didn’t mean anything to you.

In your fear, you felt small and ineffectual. You wrapped your arms defensively around your tummy. Holding your arms almost around your daughter didn’t feel any different to how it usually did. There weren’t any sensations that hinted at trouble - a complete separation from the energy of everyone else in the room.

“No, it’s too early. It’s too early for her.” You said. The clenching of your throat kept you from projecting your voice and being heard.

You were meant to be pregnant for the next two months, at least.

You had assumed that everything would be fine once the first trimester was over. Damiano, the vamps who worked for him and your friends had been looking out for you, taking such good care of you.

Even with all of this support, you hadn’t been able to keep your baby safe. You could only feel like a failure. It didn’t make sense that you could screw this up. Were you just destined to ruin everything that you came across?

You didn’t know if the baby would be able to survive if they went through with cutting her out of you today. Were her lungs fully developed yet, what about her other vital organs? If she did live, how much of her life would be spent attached to medical machines?

The little life that you had been carrying around with you now seemed so breakable. All of the worst case scenarios occurred to you with vivid images, fraught scenes that felt real enough for you to step into. And maybe you would soon be actually walking into them.

You hadn’t recognised that you had begun to cry until you felt the tears wetting both of your cheeks. You wished to protect your baby, but you were powerless to do that.

“We’re gonna need you to stand up and move to this bed.” One of the people clad in scrubs said to you. Their tone was kind, probably something they had perfected - but you were too stressed to feel any kind of comfort. “Can you do that, sweetheart?”

They offered their hand and you held onto it tightly. Your movements happened thanks to muscle memory, you were too overwhelmed to put any thought into getting your feet on the ground or anything beyond that.

You placed yourself on the gurney, one arm still wrapped around your belly. You had barely had time to swing your legs up onto the bed before it started to move. The team of complete strangers were rushing you out of the room. Once you were in the bright hallway, they began to run, powering the gurney in a new direction. At least you could have your legs together, out of those stirrups, now.

“Is your emergency contact up to date?” One of the women at your side asked. “Sebastian, that’s who you want us to call?”

“Yes, but I think- he’s probably at work.” You were unsure of the words as you said them because your perceptions felt so wrong. You couldn’t properly keep track of what was happening around you, there was too much going on for you to comprehend. Everything was getting lost to the emotions.

“Do you have any allergies?” She asked next.

“No.”

“When was the last time you ate today?” She asked.

“Um…” You shut your eyes, blocking out all of the things flashing past as you tried to concentrate. “I’m not- I don’t really remember…” It seemed so insignificant. “I guess it was breakfast.”

You opened your eyes because it felt like everything had become frozen around you. You found that your bed was now inside of an elevator. The team still surrounded you, that woman continuing to ask you what seemed like the most pointless questions.

The team was sharing information amongst each other, using a shorthand that made things even harder to follow. But you could understand what OR meant. Every reference to it filled you with dread.

But you didn’t have the strength to argue against their decision to take you there. You were becoming numb as the elevator doors opened and you were whisked forward again. You didn’t have it in you to hope for your daughter to survive this operation - it was the least likely scenario playing in your head.

The end of the gurney pushed wide double doors open and you were taken into a new room. It looked just like one of the surgery scenes in Grey’s Anatomy - this time you were the star.

A different member of the team came closer, initiating eye contact. “I’m just gonna have another check of baby’s heart before we switch you over to the operating bed, okay?”

You let your arm drop from your tummy and you looked away. Through a little window, you could see some of the team scrubbing their hands with soap. They were accompanied by a couple of new people. Watching them was easier than seeing the look on this person’s face when they discovered your baby’s heart had entirely stopped.

“Hmm.” You didn’t care to interpret the meaning of their sound.

They took their stethoscope away from your tummy and walked away. You heard their footsteps on the linoleum floors but you didn’t pay any further attention to what they were doing. You kept them out of your line of sight.

When you heard a nearby machine beeping in a consistent and predictable rhythm, you assumed this was your own heart rate. With no alarms sounding, it hardly seemed worth noticing. But of course the doctors would need to keep track of it.

“She’s stabilizing.” They said then they raised their voice, projecting to their colleagues on the other side of the glass. “Hey! Baby’s okay, her heart rate has picked up.”

The responding voice was muffled. “What?”

You whipped around, sitting forward a little. The monitor making this regular sound looked identical to what had been in Dr Pesce’s room. A cord ran from it to your bed, going up to the fabric belt you had forgotten was wrapped around your tummy.

“She’s okay?” You asked, daring to start feeling hope again.

They showed you a smile and turned the monitor so you could see. “Yep. Check it out, a perfectly healthy heart rate.”

The relief was so swift that it didn’t feel real - none of this did. But as you stared at the green lines on the screen, it was continuously affirmed to you that this was reality.

You could let all of the stress and dread wash out of you. You let go of the image of Damiano so furious and disappointed in you. You stopped yourself from picturing what it would be like to go back into your apartment with a flat belly and no baby.

A smile lifted the corners of your mouth and you placed an arm around your tummy, hugging it again. And you could continue to enjoy its fullness for weeks to come.

Some of the other doctors came rushing in, filling the room with a lot of activity. They quickly exchanged information, making decisions faster than you could keep up with.

But you didn’t need to keep up with anything. You could hear the heart monitor beeping at a regular rhythm and all discussions of an operation had halted. You had no reason to worry.

A few of them had gathered in front of the monitor, watching what had interrupted their pre-surgery hand washing. Two of them were confused while the third looked relieved as they kept talking.

“Baby is totally fine…” “Didn’t see that one coming…” “How does that happen…” “Literally, what the Hell…” “I’ve heard about this…” “Lucky…” “So lucky…”

The doctor who had stayed with you while all of the others prepped, turned to you again, still smiling. “She’s doing well. We aren’t exactly sure what happened but it’s good, it’s very good. We’ve paged your doctor and she’ll be here very soon to explain how we’re gonna be monitoring you and baby while we get to the bottom of this. Can I get you anything right now?”

“No, no I'm okay.” You said as you kept your arm around your tummy. You leaned back, the firm gurney feeling more comfortable now. You wiped the tears from your cheeks, not feeling any more excess moisture pricking your eyes.

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“They didn't cover something like this in Grey's Anatomy.” Sebastian told you. He had finally sat down in the chair beside your bed, after anxiously pacing around as you explained the minor emergency to him.

You were feeling better than before, especially now that it was just the two of you in this hospital suite. The monitor tracking your baby's heart rate wasn't providing any distractions as it remained predictable. You could almost forget about the setting and just feel like you were having a regular hang out with your best friend.

“Maybe they did, but it got overshadowed by McYummy getting stuck in an elevator with someone.” You said.

“There is no McYummy.” He informed you. “So, after two days, if the baby stays relaxed, they'll let you go home and everything should stay fine?”

“Yep, that’s the plan. And they’re gonna keep me pumped up with antibiotics and steroids while I’m here to make sure that happens.” You said, calmly relaying what Dr Pesce had told you.

“Steroids? Are you gonna get ‘roid rage?” He asked.

“Probably, with all of my other raging hormones, let’s just add that to the pile.” You said.

He edged forward in his seat, taking a closer look at the IV bag hanging up at your bedside. “Can I get a hit off of that before I leave? I could go to the gym and show off for the muscle gays.”

You giggled but before you could reply, a staff member came striding into the room. Their face was worry free as they checked the monitors, comparing it to whatever was in the chart. They smiled at you and, upon being posed no questions, then left the room again.

Your eyes travelled back over to Sebastian and you saw a more serious look on his face now. “What?”

“When in this process were you gonna call your baby daddy and tell him about this?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” You said in a half-mumble as you lowered your eyes, now you were just looking at your belly. “I hadn’t planned on that.”

“Sweetie…” He said slowly, full of disappointment.

You turned away from him, giving the window some consideration. “He is overseas, I don’t wanna interrupt his work just to say that I had a close call. It will get him stressed out for nothing and it’s not like he can do anything to help, especially not from America.”

“Don't you think he deserves to know?” He asked.

You drew in a deep breath, reminding yourself to remain calm for the sake of your baby. “I guess I thought I would just message him once I got discharged, let the dust settle and whatnot.”

“Wouldn't he want to know?” He asked. “Granted, I don't know the guy at all, but this is his baby too.”

“I don't want to tell him how I almost fucked this whole thing up today. I almost lost his baby ‘cause I couldn't keep her safe even when she's in my body.” You said.

“But you didn't lose the baby. And it's not like you did any of this on purpose, only a heartless jackass would treat you like you're at fault.” He said.

“You just said you didn't know him at all.” 

You kept your face turned away from him, staring at the light coming through the window. You wanted to blink your eyes and jump forward to the point in time when you were well enough to be discharged. The hospital wasn't home, its environment still imposed seriousness.

“I'm sorry, girl.” He said gently. “I don't wanna upset you or make you do something you don't want to. If having me here is enough for you, then that's all that matters to me.”

“I know and I know you’re right.” You said and you looked back at him just in time to see him do a little victorious fist pump. You rolled your eyes but smiled. “And I know this is a really weird and confusing situation that you have to keep dealing with, especially because you’re my emergency contact. I doubt I would have as much patience as you if the roles were reversed.”

He smiled and picked up the hand you were extending to him. “Aw, sweetie. You definitely wouldn't.”

You giggled, appreciating how he could switch back to talking and teasing you as he regularly would. It was like a break in the crashing waves of your emotions.

But it couldn’t make you forget about what you needed to do. And you figured it would be easier to face with his reliable support.

“Could you please get my phone? They put my stuff in that little cupboard over there.” You said and he stood up from the chair at once.

He didn’t check the device for any notifications as he had playfully done in the past. If he did - he would see that you had missed three calls from Damiano. The singer hadn’t left any voice messages for you, so you stuck to the plan you had already decided on, it felt better to handle this your own way.

“You have to help me figure out what I‘m gonna say to him in this message.” You said.

“Hey seems like a good starting point.” He said. “That’s where I would start.”

You had started to type, you were building the words slowly and cautiously, pausing to backspace every so often. “Right. But there should be something more than that.”

“Definitely, just don’t go into apologising in any way. You have nothing to say sorry about, so keep that out of the message.” He said. “You can just give him the facts of the situation without portraying yourself as a failure. Because you’re not a failure.”

The smile you put on your face felt uncomfortable and you didn’t raise your eyes from your phone. “Thanks, bae.”

You looked up when he placed his hand over yours. “Hey, you’re not a failure. And I’m gonna annoy you with that fact as much as I need to.”

Your smile got a little less strained. “You were annoying me before you started saying-...”

Your teasing was interrupted by the loud trilling of your phone. You looked at the screen and found Damiano’s name attached to the incoming call. You showed Sebsatian as you attempted to prepare yourself for what mood Damiano might be in.

“Absolutely no apologising.” He said sternly, gesturing with his index finger.

You nodded and cleared your throat. You pressed the green icon and started lifting the phone to your ear. Your eyes went to the monitor and you were able to gain some solace from how regular your baby's heartbeat currently was.

“Are you feeling extra sleepy today, little girl?” He asked, sounding sweet for now.

“Huh?”

“You were taking a nap, that’s why you missed my calls, I’m not mad about it.” He said. “And you’ve only just woken up now, I can hear it in your voice. Please tell me what that aggravating beeping in the background is.”

You briefly bit on your lower lip. “Well…”

“Are you at the hospital?” He asked, then didn’t give you the opportunity to reply. “You didn’t have an appointment today.”

“No, I didn’t. This was an emergency kinda thing…”

“Emergency?” He loudly repeated.

“Everything is fine now. We’re both totally okay, there was a little issue but it’s all resolved. That beeping you hear is her perfectly normal heart rate.” You explained in a rush.

He tensely said your name, making it sound like a warning. “What is going on?”

You tried to take in a deep breath, but it shook. Sebastian had moved, sitting himself on the bed with you. You took his hand as soon as he offered it and you squeezed it as you prepared to experience all of the emotions again upon recounting the day.

You weren’t used to hearing Damiano sound so worried. Something completely beyond his control had happened.

You felt guilt. As you spoke, you discovered there was no way to minimise what had happened.

“I'm coming back.” This was his statement once you had finished explaining.

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[nicelytousled]

Rockstar Lestat is great but really my favourite part about all that is his band mates perspective. Like some weird blonde french guy with freaky eyes who you never see in the daytime scouts your band and throws a bunch of money at you as long as he can write and sing lead vocals for all your songs, which are all about vampires and his whole gimick is pretending to be a vampire, and you're wildly successful with him so you go on tour but in the middle of the tour he goes missing and you never see or hear from him ever again

[northerngreen]

Look if lestat and his band aren't dressing like maneskin next season what the fuck is the point

I mean come the fuck on the material is right there

[homosexualslug]

was thinking about how funny it'd be if IWTV took place in the late 2000's so that when lestat emerged from his hole or whatever it was emo music he was hearing that inspired him to start a band. but then I realized he would just be the French brendon urie.

[rocks-in-my-vodka]

i know exactly what lestat’s music should be like in season3 and it’s the english songs by maneskin. gay, loud, sexually explicit, a little corny, and very extremely european