#damirosse

" i sleep better if you're around . "

                  “so what are you paying for tonight?” she questions, this not being the first time the two of them were together. and she’s grown accustomed to her, waiting to be called upon. barely after the actual money. she’s given tremendous discounts, pretending like it’s because she has no one calling on her. they are. sinking to her knees, eden looks up through her lashes. “i can do what ever you need from me.”

                             “FAR BE it for me to judge, but... that doesn’t look right.” 

“jules left, like, twenty minutes ago.” shouldn’t they have known that if they were really looking for him? wouldn’t they have texted him? perhaps their inquiry was just a ruse in order to visit jonah. “i dunno when he’ll be back... you know how he is. just disappears sometimes. you’re welcome to wait here for him, if you want.”

Elena admittedly was jealous of the couple that lived above her. She would hear the couple above her singing and dancing. It wasn’t that it was thin but the music was loud and the tapping against the wooden floors was hard. She would get annoyed but not because it bothered her, no. She wished she had what they had and she bitterly wanted it so bad. She had been single for way too long and sometimes the laughing would keep her up. She had talked to the other way too many times about it to keep it down or at least just do it when she wasn’t around since she was usually at her studio for most part. At some point, it did stop which had her glad at first. It began with a day then a week but now its been a month. It had her worried. She shouldn’t pry into other people’s business but Elena couldn’t help herself. She needed to know what happened to her lovely neighbor so she’d been knocking for what seemed about forever. “Hey. I don’t know how to say this without sounding nosy or anything but know I’m coming from a good place but are you okay? The music’s been gone for awhile.” ( @damirosse​ )

             @damirosse​  /  special verse for richie’s main verse

sofia firmly placed in his lap, her legs straddling him was she sunk down on the length of him. dante pressed his hands into the small of her back, holding her close against him while he let her rock against him. a moan pours from his lips and he tipped his head to the side so he can kiss the core of her neck, hoping to mark and bruise the flesh of the immortal woman. hoping to mark her as his own, if only for a little bit. she felt so good sliding up and down, hips rising and falling to welcome every inch of him inside of her.