#Vampire Hamilton

[aaronburrsexdungeon]

noboddy beleive u say no he ughly i no wannta fukkinh him

yeh rite

u lies

u is twidlin twatty thinkon bout dis man yes

we kno truthe u wont admittit butt we kno truthe things any ways

haahaa

heehee

art credit @aaronburrsexdungeon @ghostburr

[hamiltonhub]

Meet genderbent vampire Alex from an au living in my head

[storm3326]

Happy Halloween!

[jamsmcgraf]

Reuniting after decades apart

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE - 2.08 BLACK SAILS - 4.10

[notfeelingthyaster]

there's fanfiction where i just go: this is actually canon now, and that's it. that's all of it. i'll see, read or watch new canon stuff and go: this is incoherent. this no longer matches the canon that i know. and it's because the canon that i know it's on ao3.

[amirasainz]

I love the vampire one soooo much, can you do something similar where the f1 drivers are all vampires and are obsessed with poor reader and made her dependent on them ?

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl 💋

Blood runs thicker than Water

The dimly lit room hummed with tension, the air thick with the scent of iron, sweat, and the lingering effects of an intense race. The drivers sat around a long oak table, their eyes all fixed on Yn. She was seated at the center, her presence an ethereal calm amid their predatory gazes.

Yn wasn’t sure when or how it happened, but these men—her drivers—had her utterly captivated. Each of them had found a way into her life, gently manipulating her into their world until she no longer had the will or even desire to escape. There was something exhilarating, something blissfully overwhelming, about their hunger for her. She felt warmth settle in her chest as she sat there, knowing what was about to happen and feeling nothing but happiness.

Carlos was the first to rise from his seat. His eyes gleamed in the soft light, his dark gaze locked onto her with a mix of affection and need. Charles followed closely behind, his movements graceful, yet filled with a barely contained hunger.

Carlos reached her first, standing in front of her, cupping her cheek with a hand that was surprisingly gentle. "Mi amor," he murmured, his voice smooth like velvet. "You know what we need, don't you?"

Yn nodded, her pulse quickening—not from fear, but from the anticipation that sent shivers down her spine. She tilted her head slightly, exposing her neck for them.

Charles appeared behind her, his breath ghosting over her other ear. His cool fingers gently trailed down her neck, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. “Tu es très belle, Yn,” Charles whispered, his voice laced with an almost tender reverence. "You always make it so easy."

Carlos bent down first, pressing a soft kiss to her throat before his fangs pierced her skin. The sharp sting of pain quickly dissolved into a dull, warm sensation as the euphoric fog washed over her. She felt her blood being pulled from her veins, her head growing light, but there was no fear. Only bliss.

Charles leaned in next, his hand gripping her shoulder as he followed Carlos’s lead, sinking his fangs into the other side of her neck. His bite was more intense, more desperate. Yn let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as the room seemed to spin around her. The world outside them didn’t matter—it never did when they were like this.

Carlos, ever the one in control, could sense Charles’s hunger growing too quickly. He reached up, threading his fingers through Charles’s tousled hair and gave it a soft tug. Charles groaned, his teeth retracting as he reluctantly pulled away, licking the last traces of her blood from his lips.

“Basta,” Carlos murmured, his voice low but firm. "Don’t take too much."

Charles huffed in frustration, but he obeyed. He always did when it came to Carlos. He moved to sit again, his eyes still dark with want but restrained. Carlos kissed Yn’s forehead softly before stepping aside.

Next came Max, his blue eyes almost glowing in the dim light. There was always something primal about the way Max approached her. He crouched in front of her, placing a hand behind her neck, guiding her forward just slightly as he leaned in to drink. His bite was harder, less restrained, but still careful enough to not hurt her. Yn gasped softly, her fingers curling into the armrests of her chair.

Max’s free hand came up to stroke her hair, surprisingly gentle for someone who always seemed so rough. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough, like gravel. He didn’t linger long, but each pull of her blood felt like fire coursing through her veins. When Max finally pulled back, his tongue flicking out to catch the stray droplets, he gave her a smirk. "Perfect, as always."

Yn's vision was swimming now, her body heavy, but she never felt safer. Never more cherished.

Lewis was next, his approach slow and deliberate. His dark brown eyes were filled with a deep affection, one that went beyond just hunger. He crouched beside her, lifting her hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. “You’re doing so well, love,” he murmured, his voice a soft hum that sent warmth through her chest.

When he leaned in to bite, it was the most tender of all. His lips brushed over her skin, almost like a lover’s kiss, before his fangs broke the surface. The sensation was almost comforting, like falling into a deep, warm sleep. Lewis drank slowly, lovingly, as if savoring every drop. His thumb gently stroked her jaw, and when he finally pulled away, he kissed the wound tenderly, as if to soothe it.

“You’re safe with us,” Lewis whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

George and Alex approached together next. They always liked to take their time, making sure she wasn’t overwhelmed by the others. George took her right side, his long fingers brushing over the still-fresh bite marks. He smiled down at her, his gaze filled with warmth. “You’re a miracle, you know that?”

Alex settled beside George, his hand resting on Yn’s thigh as he leaned in. “We’ll be gentle,” he promised, though his voice carried an edge of excitement.

They both bit into her neck simultaneously, their movements synchronized like they were on the track together. It wasn’t as intense as the others, but there was something soothing about their presence, like they were taking care of her even as they fed.

Yn’s breath came in slow, shallow gasps. Her head felt light, like she was floating, her heart beating in a soft, steady rhythm as they drank their fill.

Oscar was the only one who preferred her wrists. He knelt at her feet, lifting her hand to his lips. His gaze flicked up to hers, checking for any sign of discomfort, though he never found it. Y/n smiled softly, giving him the silent permission he always seemed to seek.

Oscar bit into her wrist, his lips wrapped around the small wound as he drank. His movements were slow, methodical, almost as if he was savoring the moment. He never took much, always careful, always precise. When he finished, he pressed a kiss to her wrist, his fingers lingering for a moment before he stepped back.

Finally, it was Lando’s turn. He had been watching eagerly the entire time, his eyes dark with desire. He was always the most eager, the one who sometimes struggled to control himself. But the others trusted him with her, and Yn trusted him too.

Lando rushed forward, kneeling beside her. His hands were trembling slightly as he lifted her chin, his breath coming out in quick bursts. “I—I can’t wait any longer,” he admitted, his voice a little shaky.

His bite was deep, too deep. Yn gasped, but not out of pain. Lando’s feeding was intense, overwhelming, and she could feel herself fading into the background of her own mind as he drank greedily from her neck. It was only when Carlos and Lewis stepped forward that Lando stopped. Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder while Lewis gently pried him away.

"Lando, slow down," Lewis instructed softly, but with a firm edge.

Lando blinked, as if snapping out of a trance, and nodded. He pressed a quick kiss to Yn’s cheek, a sheepish grin spreading on his lips. “Sorry,” he muttered, still licking his lips. "Got carried away."

Finally, Lewis knelt beside her once more, biting into his wrist and pressing the wound to her lips. “Drink, love", he said softly. "You need to heal."

Yn obediently drank, feeling the warmth of his blood rushing through her, the dizziness fading and ger strength slowly returning. Lewis held her close as she did, whispering soft reassurances into her ear.

When it was over, she leaned back into the chair, exhausted but utterly content. The drivers gathered around her, each one of them watching her with eyes filled with love, hunger and something more.

"You're perfect" Charles whispered, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

"Always perfect" Carlos agreed, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, before returning his arm around Charles again.

And Yn, lost on the haze of their affection and need, couldn't help but smile. In their arms, she was home.

[poppitron360]

“I ship them” but the ship is the titanic

[shovson]

and the blood looks real but the feeling doesn't hurt me

[lazyasriel]

I’ve been picking my little sister up from school recently and don’t 100% know how to talk to a 13 year old. So far I have:

1. Ranted about the development of the vampire diaries and the differences between the books and tv show

2. Sung most of the Hamilton sound track with her

3. Played her the first few episodes of the Magnus archives

4. Played her 3 of the mechanisms albums

We also got coffee bc I’m not afraid to bribe her for love

I’m excited for the future

[k0juki]

You don't wanna dance?

vampire hunter!Lando Norris x vampire!fem!reader au!

Warnings: mentions of drugs and killing but it's just a mention!

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also picture is not mine! Credit goes to the owner! Request are open!

More posts here! I'm gonna make it a little series.

Words: over 2k.

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For the last couple of centuries, I spent my importantly traveling and hiding from vampire hunters. They almost killed all mine kind and because of that, vampires have become mere legends and myths.

A lot of them died, but others learned how to survive. Most of young vampires stayed in groups with others, more older vampires. Who protect them.

And in the heart of the loud city, where cobblestone streets echoed with human laughter, stood a lone figure cloaked in shadows. It was Lando.

Lando is a renowned vampire hunter, prowling the night with purpose, his senses honed to detect even the faintest trace of the undead. He always knew what he had to do. What is his purpose in this world. And mostly, he knew where to look for his prey.

They always hide in places like this, with loud music and a lot of people that spend all their money on doubtful drugs that get them killed.

Places like night clubs and bars are no stranger to Lando, and if he wasn't tangled up in this kind of job, he would have joined everyone there and enjoyed his young life with pretty women and one night stands.

"It's always clubs, never the quiet, relaxing places." Lando sighed and stepped inside. Saint and Sinners, an amazing name for a club. The air was a lot heavier and smoke from cigarettes could be smelled. A perfect place for vampires.

Amidst the pulsating rhythm of the club, neon lights danced and shadows whispered secrets in dark corners, the vampires were here, he was sure of it. Lando stood like a solitary sentinel, his gaze sweeping the crowded dance floor with practiced vigilance.

He's from a family full of vampire hunters and as a seasoned vampire hunter, he was no stranger to the dark allure of the night, but this night would test his resolve in ways he could never have imagined.

Across the smoky haze of the dimly lit room, his eyes locked on one woman whose back was towards him. Her hair was moving around as she danced carelessly. But then it was like something had stopped her.

As she turned around and her eyes locked with his, it was like when time stops. Who is she? What a girl like her is doing here? Surely she wasn't here for some drugs, she isn't this type of girl. And when you live long enough, you start to recognise the same people in different bodies but with the same intrigues.

She knew who he was the moment she saw him, only a fool wouldn't know who he is, but she wanted to know what he was doing here. She decided to move towards him with an ethereal grace, her every step a was grace and allure that she knew that drew him in like a moth to flame.

That woman is Y/n, a vampire whose beauty defies description, her eyes like pools of liquid moonlight that held him captive with their magnetic gaze. Despite the danger she posed, Lando found himself unable to tear his gaze away, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of fear and fascination.

As the music pulsed through the air like a heartbeat, Lando felt the pull that drew him ever closer to her, like two stars destined to collide in the vast expanse of the night sky. With each passing moment, the distance between them narrowed until they stood mere inches apart, the air thick with anticipation.

"Who are you?" Lando's voice was barely a whisper, lost amidst the cacophony of the club around them.

Y/n's lips curled into a seductive smile, her voice a melody that sent shivers down his spine.

"I could ask you the same thing, handsome stranger." She replied, her tone playful yet tinged with a hint of danger. "But I think we both know the answer to that."

Lando felt a surge of heat rush through him at her proximity, his senses overwhelmed by the heady scent of her icy perfume and the electricity that crackled between them.

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Y/n's smile widened, her gaze never wavering from his. "What do you think I want?" she teased, her words laced with a hint of danger.

She stepped closer to him and said "Isn't it obvious? I wanna dance." She whispered in his left ear and wrapped her arms around his neck. Inhaling his scent that filled her lungs, she felt as he put his hands on her hips.

His cold rings burned against her soft, yet cold skin, but his hands were so much warmer. She knew that she will lose control, but he smelled so godamn good.

"Dance? Is that what you want?" He thought that was a strange request, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, you're at the night club and you don't want to dance?" She started to pull away, but he was quick to take her back in.

"No, no, I just…I don't know you, you know? How could I trust you?" He still wasn't sure if she was a vampire, but vampires are known for how they can manipulate you into things you would even dream about. And he felt like she could be one of them.

"Hmm…you're right, we don't know each other so well," she spoke "and you're right, you can't trust nobody" and completely pulled away from him and stepped back, so he couldn't grab her like last time.

"Maybe it's better if it's stay like that." She answered somehow coldly, she wanted to vanish into a crowd of dancing bodies when she felt his hand grasp her wrist.

Turning to look at him, she was about to say something, but he beamed her with "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry." He felt the cold skin in his hand and decided if his theory of her being that mystical creature was true.

Y/n wasn't stupid. She knew he was a very dangerous man and that she shouldn't be playing around with him, but because she knew who he really was, she thought it could be fun to mess with him a little and play along with her being just a tipsy little girl that has a little drunk crush on him.

"It's alright. Let's just dance, yeah?" She asked and he just nodded with a smile on his face. She tugged him more into the dance floor and gosh, he was beautiful, with his green eyes that had sparks in them, his curly hair that was so soft to touch and with that gorgeous smile, he was just amazing.

"So" She started, breaking their silence.

"So?"

"So, what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Curious little thing she is. Always needs to know all the answers. And you know what they say, curiosity killed a cat. But, well, she was already dead, so she couldn't care less though.

"I could have asked you the same thing?" He wasn't going to tell her that he's here because of her kind. That he's going to kill her if she is something that he thinks she is, no, he knows it.

"Yeah, but I asked first."

"I'm looking for someone." He stated after a few seconds. His green eyes looked around the club and then back to her.

"For who?"

"I don't know yet," he started "but I think it could be you." He wasn't so smooth about it at all and took her back in his hold.

She knew what he meant by it and he knew it was her that he was looking for, but she just smiled at him and pulled him closer by the collar of his white shirt that had a few open buttons down.

"Yeah? And how do you know it's me you are looking for?" She chuckled, maybe because she knew he couldn't do anything to hurt her. There was too many people and other vampires that were watching them in dark corners and if he even tried something, she could end him by just snapping fingers. That's how powerful she really is.

He didn't say anything, he just looked at her and as they danced together in the dimly lit room, Lando found himself drawn deeper into this woman's web of temptation, his every instinct screaming at him to flee, even as his heart urged him to stay.

"You know I can't stay here" he whispered, "stay here with you." His voice barely audible above the din of the club. It was something about her that just took him in and he knew he had to leave or else things could get bad.

Y/n's eyes softened, a flicker of vulnerability passing across her features, strange. "I know," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the moment while it lasts."

He was mesmerized by her. She wasn't just an ordinary vampire, no, he was pretty sure that she is one of the vampires that lives so long because they live in clans, with other, more older and wiser vampires.

This could be his chance.

His chance to get closer to her and her vampire family. To kill them. To kill all the remaining vampires like he promised to do, because that's his job. His purpose.

But each of them, was playing their own dangerous game.

"I'm Lando, by the way." He introduced himself with his British accent. "Lando Norris."

As Lando extended his hand towards her, Y/n's eyes sparkled with mischief, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She knew the game he was playing.

"It's nice to meet you Lando," she answered "but unfortunately for you, I already know your name." Her smile was getting bigger and that sweet playfulness was now becoming a little less and less funny.

That made him stop. She knew him? How does she know him? They had never met before, did they? Confusion could be seen on his pretty face and she loved every second of it. She lives for it.

"You really think I'm this stupid?" She said as laughter left her mouth. The music swelled around them and Lando leaned in closer to that pale woman, his voice a low murmur against her ear.

"How? How do you know my name then?"

"I had hanky-panky with your father too," she pointed out back in his left ear, "and with your grandfather as well and so on...you are all very similar.”

Lando said nothing. He just stood there like a fool. Who was this woman? Was she really this old vampire that knew his family members better than he did himself?

"Your family is notorious for hunting my kind Lando. You really think I wouldn't know you? Or your family?" She teased, her voice a soft melody that sent shivers down his spine.

And he knew that he should be afraid. He was in the lair of vampires. He had every right to be afraid. But then again, he needed to know her. Her true identity and what she is capable of, if she is a threat.

"You won't tell me your name?"

"I don't know," she admitted, "I haven't decided." Y/n liked to play hard to get. It was in her nature.

“You want to know my name hunter?” she felt his hands tighten on her hips and how he started to rub his thumbs up and down.

“Yes, of course I do.” What was he doing? He should have left and not be asking for her name. And definitely not holding her close to him.

“It's Y/n”

It's Simple, but effective. He liked that name, he liked her. She had this something inside of her, that he hasn't seen in everyone else. Something special.

As the music continued to pulse through the club and the crowd swirled around them, Y/n suddenly pulled away from Lando's soft grasp, leaving him standing alone on the dance floor, bewildered and disoriented.

"Well...I guess i will see you around, Lando"

For a moment, Lando stood frozen in place, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched that strange vampire woman disappear into the sea of dancing bodies.

He felt a surge of panic rising within him, a sense of vulnerability he hadn't felt in years. "Wait!" he called out, his voice lost in the loud music of the club around him.

But she was gone, vanished into the dark club without a trace, leaving Lando to wonder if their encounter had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination. No, no, she was real. She has to be real, she knew his family, she knew him.

As he stood there, alone in the dimly lit club, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him from within. He had been so sure of himself, so confident in his abilities as a hunter, but now he felt lost and adrift in a world he no longer recognized.

With a heavy heart, Lando turned and made his way towards the exit, the sounds of the club fading into the background as he stepped out into the cool night air. He felt like he could finally breathe again.

As he disappeared into the darkness, he couldn't help but wonder, if he would ever see that woman again, or if she had been nothing more than a fleeting illusion in the night.

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Do you want a part 2? Or just some blurbs, imagines, etc. from this au?...write me!🩷

Don't copy or translate my work!

[birdytaste]

Late Halloween, but welcome to our secret weapon, American’s favorite vampire Alexander Hamilton.

[pulsingvoid]

I was mistress to you when you needed love. I was wife to you when you needed understanding. But first and before all, I was mother. / My daughter was my sister was my throw pillow—

[hiidkwhatimdoing7525]

the six characters drawing challenge!

thank you to @cacaobeans @Steph-Schuyler @Looksmaxxing-magnus @meerawrites @Jaypentaghast @Nobody-needs-to-know-who-I-am @aaronburr-sirr @parathaf from giving me the characters!

I had so much fun doing this !

edit:

@meerawrites @nobody-needs-to-know-who-i-am

I’m sorry 😭! I forgot to add this in the original post!

Here Hamilton and Ben ! Sorry I couldn’t include it in the six. I drew them in little different style

[ijustthrewawaymyshot]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIZA!

According to my calculations, If Eliza was a vampire, She would've been 267 years old.

2024 - 1757 = 267

Also...do people who celebrate historical people's birthday actually exist? Or is it just me?

[itsblosseybitch]

Eliza Dushku edit set to every time ‘Eliza’ was said in Hamilton. Edit by me.

[sageispunk]

the first taste - prologue

pairing: Vampire! Lewis Hamilton x black!OC 'Nyrah'

↳ The first impression is usually the most important...

wordcount: 1.2k

warnings: rpf-au, dark romance, infidelity, age gap, dubcon (mind-manipulation), alcohol mention, teasing, going home with a stranger!!! (not a very smart idea irl), teasing, biting, allusion to smut

1:34 AM - New York City • September 14th, 2024

Hands on her body completely overwhelmed her senses, clouding her judgment with intense feelings she’d never felt before. Alcohol ran its course through her system, loosening her up in ways she’d been craving for far too long–a faux sense of freedom as this stranger began to pick and pull her apart.

The cold wall against her back sent a shock down her spine, paralyzing her in the sweetest way. A hand slipped itself behind the arch with an unyielding grasp, keeping their bodies glued together in the dark hallway. Music vibrated through the walls from the ongoing party, muffled now from where they stood. All thoughts of Wesley were freed from her mind, the suffocating bonds of their relationship no longer plaguing her every move.

“Tell me what you need.” 

His words were soft, gentle even, but demanding, adamant. She had no other option but to surrender, hands clasped onto his broad shoulders as if they were the only things keeping her from falling down to the frigid concrete. Eyelashes fluttered shut as she felt cold lips against her neck, pressing one, two, three hungry kisses along the warm flesh. He made his way to her collarbone, only teasing the skin with the ghost of his lips. 

When she pulled back, her eyes found his, dark and obscure– she yearned to uncover the origin of the shadows which consumed them. She could see them etched into each line drawn across and sketched into his face. His bronze skin shone in the dark, muscles sculpted onto nearly every surface of his body as he caged her in against the wall.

He repeated his question, this time as a low whisper as he rested his forehead against her own. His eyes were closed for a moment, as a slightly pained expression grew on his face. She watched, observing the way his soft, pink lips moved as he spoke the five words. She couldn’t tell if she was in a trance, or if the intensity of the situation had everything feeling slower, but it felt as though they were stuck in time.

Neither of them moved for what felt like hours, cemented in their positions as their gazes remained on the other. Her heart loudly thumped in her chest as she tried to conceive an intelligible response. She felt compelled to simply tell him that she just needed him and his touch, but her mouth wouldn’t allow her to form the words. 

A sudden laugh and the slam of a door down the hall broke them out of this stupor, and almost just as quickly as she was placed against the wall, she was pulled away from it. He readjusted her short black dress before tucking her body into his side, guiding her down toward the opposite end of the hall. 

She was promptly whisked away without a chance to second guess it all. 

“Come with me for the night?” 

It was spoken more like a statement than a question and when they finally stopped moving, she looked up to meet his gaze once again. The light from the lampposts nearby twinkled in his deep brown orbs, which seemingly began to glow as they peered down at her. They were captivating, pulling her in further and further the longer she stared. With the blink of an eye, the radiance was gone. 

“I’ll go with you.” 

In an instant, a black Lincoln pulled up in front of the pair, an usher quickly stepping out and guiding them inside before whisking them far away from the city. 

45 minutes later….

A gasp escaped her lips as she found herself pinned against the black satin sheets. Soft, teasing kisses were placed down her sternum as each of his hands kept her arms held out to the side. Her dress was now strewn across the floor somewhere, no longer hiding the risqué plum tinted bra and panty set she decided to wear underneath. 

He watched her squirm under his grasp in the dimly lit room, finding great pleasure in the way she wanted to both escape from his teasing and ask for more. A smirk formed across his plump lips before he pressed them to the skin below her belly button. His teeth quickly sunk into the soft skin there, causing her to hiss and whine underneath him before he left a final kiss on the same tender spot.

Her scent was strong, intoxicating, even beneath the perfume she’d sprayed on hours ago, and he couldn’t hold back the slight growl that rumbled through his chest as he took in her essence. 

Releasing her arms, he came back up to meet her lips with his once more, greedily sighing into her mouth. Needy hands found his arms, grasping the muscles with a fervor that hasn’t inhabited her body in months. Her hips bucked up, craving the touch of this stranger whose bed she couldn’t see herself leaving anytime soon. 

“God…” She mindlessly whispered against his mouth, pulling him in tighter onto her body while she attempted to seek out a bit of soothing friction between her thighs. 

He slipped an arm under the arch in her back, pulling her warm body closer to him. His other hand found use as it crept up to her jaw, gently tilting her head so her gaze would remain frozen on his. She could feel the cold metal from the three rings on his fingers.

“Is there something you want from me, sweetheart?”

Her lips fell open as her mind searched for a response, again blanking and unable to find the words to express what she needed. His eyes scanned her face, a dark, hungry look growing within them as he fought the urge to grind down into her. She nodded with a pout, the sexual frustration becoming almost too much to handle.

The tall wax candles surrounding them continued to drip down, melting down into their new forms atop the nightstands. His home was silent, surrounded by nothing other than trees on his large plot of land. The only noises to be heard came from a classical piano record faintly playing from downstairs, and the desperate sounds emanating from the two bodies on the king-sized mattress.

“What do you need, love?” 

He could read the desire in her eyes, the aching spreading across her entire body, but he wouldn’t give in until she could tell him. He knew he had to hold back, having already slipped earlier in the night–he didn’t want to do it again. He couldn't do it again. It needed to be her decision, fully this time. 

“Please…” 

He ducked down and she turned her head, her lips grazing his right ear and nearly causing him to lose every ounce of self-control he had left. It had been ages since he had someone inside of his home, let alone practically naked in his bed, so he was understandably anxious about this little rendezvous of theirs going wrong. Patience and discipline had always been his strengths, then and now, but ever since he laid eyes on this woman in that dark nightclub only a couple hours ago, those strengths began to dissipate. 

“Please what?” 

She shuddered at the raspiness in his voice, the tingling throughout her body becoming unbearable. Every inch of her skin touching his felt as though it had been set aflame and she itched for the fire to be put out, over and over again.

"Please, I want to be yours tonight...use me."

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@comfortzonequeen @saintslewis

(lmk if you'd like to be removed/added to this!!!🩷)

A/N: sorry again for the long wait, i haven't had much alone time in the past few weeks so i couldn't focus much on writing BUT i do plan on having part 1 out by next weekend, with a deeper dive into the characters/backstory!!!! i hope y'all enjoyed this as much as i did writing it, lmk in the comments🫶🏾

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