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a  very  happy  birthday  to  my  ride  or  die  since  2015,  @virghosun!!!  i  hope  you  have  the  best  day  ever  babes,  enjoy  it!!  i  love  you  and  your  beautiful  mind  very  much  ♡♡

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"so  you're  not  happy  to  see  me?"  it's  totally  not  fair  of  her  to  be  looking  at  him  with  the  doe-eyed  look  that  always  gets  her  what  she  wants.  she  doesn't  need  to  hear  how  messed  up  it  is,  just  wants  the  truth.  at  this  point,  she's  supposed  to  have  long  moved  on.  never  staying  in  one  place  or  being  around  the  same  people  for  too  long  is  the  only  life  she  knows.  this  gravitational  pull  she's  feeling  toward  him  is  new  —  unexpected,  and  she  only  realized  it  when  she  left.  "he's  a  pit  stop,  not  a  destination.  fun  while  it  lasts,  but  it's  not  real."  her  confession  takes  the  power  away  from  her.  yet  somehow  the  truth  always  overpowers  when  she's  with  devon.  "don't  tell  anyone  i  said  that.  i  don't  wanna  break  his  heart."  she  closes  her  eyes,  embarrassed,  while  at  the  same  time  going  over  his  words  in  her  head.  the  warmth  of  his  presence  flushes  her  cheeks  to  soft  pink,  and  as  he  holds  her,  her  hands  naturally  fall  onto  his  shoulders  —  roaming  down  to  his  chest  as  she  inhales  sharply.  now  she  can  feel  the  daggers  of  eyes  piercing  them  all  around,  but  the  touch  calms  her  enough  for  her not  to  care.  "for  what  it's  worth,  i  fucked  up  harder.  i  was  just  scared  of  —  this."  something  real.  and  she  still  is.  "the  brand  deals  standing  in  our  way  pissed  me  off,  but  it's  more  than  that.  everyone's  gonna  have  something  to  say.  and  what  if  it  doesn't  work  out?  "  the  party  around  them  disappears  when  she's  looking  into  his  eyes  this  close.  it's  like  returning  to  where  she  belongs,  and  to  her,  it's  just  them  here  at  the  venue  right  now.  "if  we  do  give  this  a  shot,  we  should  get  out  of  here.  not  just  for  tonight,  but  properly.  disappear  for  a  while,  travel,  take  the  time  to  figure  things  out."

how much has she drank tonight? his scoff bounces across the walls, disbelief flashing across his face. "are you fucking with me? you think i'm gonna be happy to see you here? after you left me with zero explanation and i see you here with him? holy fuck marley." his fun night had turned sour the moment he'd laid eyes on them. it had been an oversight on his part for sure, expecting marley to understand the intricacies of dealing with sponsorships and brand deals but shit, to not even give him a chance? "and what if i said i was jealous, what then? 'cause i really don't give a single fuck about how saintly vince is, marls. i just don't. he gives you all that time 'cause what else does he have to offer? and when you break up with him?" it gives him hope, a stupid surge of delight at the thought that maybe this wasn't a losing fight for him. "good, 'cause i don't want a side piece, marls. i never did, you never gave me a chance to explain that." closing the space between them is almost as easy as forgetting her boyfriend exists — arm slowly curving around her waist, a light tug toward him. "i fucked up, i know i did. i should of been clearer with you and i get that — it doesn't mean we can't give it a shot, a chance at being great again." up close she's mesmerising, those dark hues pulling him in and her perfume going straight to his head.

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with  an  immediate  nod,  amy  responds  to  the  question.  "oh  yeah,  definitely.  i'll  be  more  creative  than  that,  though."  she's  glad  to  finally  get  a  smile  out  of  him.  usually  their  interactions  are  short,  and  roman  doesn't  let  out  much,  which  seems  necessary  in  his  line  of  work.  however,  that  doesn't  mean  amy  hasn't  tried  before  —  and  she's  finally  succeeded  to  get  something  in  return.  there's  little  she  knows  about  him,  fabricated  a  whole  story  in  her  head  just  because  of  it.  if  only  he  knew  that  in  her  head,  he  was  raised  by  two  moms  who  supported  him  so  much  that  he  went  rogue  and  now  has  seven  cats  named  after  the  dwarfs  in  snow  white.  he'd  probably  never  talk  to  her  again  —  or  maybe  she's  spot  on.  "whatever  you  say."  she  complies,  hanging  her  necklace  back  where  it  belongs.  "maybe  the  design's  not  everyone's  cup  of  tea.  it's  not  mine  either,  very  pretentious  if  you  ask  me.  —  but  it's  still  a  hundred  percent  true  platinum.  any  half-decent  jeweler  would  buy  that  for  a  good  amount.  would've  made  for  an  unforgettable  party  tonight."  her  eyes  briefly  narrow  as  she  studies  him,  trying  to  figure  out  what  his  book  is  about  through  the  cover.  "you  didn't  take  it  because  you're  a  good  person."  she  speculates,  and  she's  not  letting  it  go  while  she  follows  him  into  the  crowd.  "or  you  just  have  thing  for  me."  there's  no  facts  to  base  that  on,  other  than  her  being  invited  to  his  table  —  and  she's  well  aware  that  privilege  could  easily  be  provoked,  but  amy  wouldn't  be  herself  if  she's  not  pushing  people's  buttons.  "i  definitely  could  be  a  barista.  i  have  tattoos  and  uneven  eyeliner."  —  and  she  would  probably  be  fired  within  the  first  hour.  "wait,  did  you  say  date?"  they're  getting  near,  but  amy's  not  worried  whether  or  not  she'll  get  along  with  the  people  in  question.  she's  got  a  talent  for  that.  then  again,  she's  got  no  idea  what  she's  walking  into.  "i  won't  embarrass  you,  don't  worry."  briefly  tightening  her  grip  on  his  arm,  she  lets  go  when  they  slide  into  the  booth,  followed  by  the  typical  introduction  round.  she's  behaving  according  to  plan,  until  someone's  asking  what  she  does  for  a  living.  "i'm  actually  a  full-time  bartender  at  a  strip  club.  best  shots  in  town,  so  if  any  of  you  boys  need  recommendations  for  a  round,  you  know  where  to  find  me."  glinting  eyes  aim  at  roman.  after  finishing  her  round,  she  ends  up  right  back  next  to  him.  "how  am  i  doing?"

"ah so you're cool with insulting my intelligence in other ways? got it, got it." homme's head dips as an amused laugh bubbles at his lips. he made it a hard rule to never ask about a client's personal life, that would only increase the chance of an emotional connection — evidently his stance on the topic was softening a little with amy. he didn't know anything of importance about her family, only that she was loaded and apparently had a father who tossed her to the curb. "doesn't matter if you're gonna phone him or a five dollar a minute hot - line you need your phone amy, don't offer it." and of course he didn't trust her, he'd be a fool to blindly place his trust in every pretty customer he had. glad to be rid of her necklace roman shrugs, eying it once more. "it has your family crest or whatever on it, small market if i wanna sell it so you're better off keeping it." and roman wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if he'd taken everything of material value that she owns. drugs passed over he pushes away from his designated corner of the club, not in the midst of the drunken crowd but a few paces away — he's not giving his stuff to people who aren't even capable of walking toward him. there's a comfort in the familiar music that vibrates his bones, the intermittent flashing lights and the sticky floor beneath his soles. the warmth of her hand against his skin is uncomfortably appealing, a reminder of how dumb roman had been to invite her. but there was no going back now. "nah, they're . . . kind of friends, some in a similar business to me and we hang out every so often. you don't gotta lie to 'em either, they'd never believe i'd date a barista or buy that you look like one." even down on her luck amy's beautiful, that effortless seeming beauty that roman can't tell is real or fake but works for her no matter what. skirting around the main dance floor his gaze snags on the raised section where their table resides and guides amy. "you'd never be a nobody amy, c'mon now. just don't go and insult my intelligence around 'em this time." humour laces his words, a slight bump of his hip against her body as they stroll past the security and toward the group of four guys. would she be able to handle them and their incessant banter and sarcastic comments? roman hopes so.

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DAMIANO DAVID La Revuelta / May 16, 2025

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"you  wouldn't."  she  dares,  despite  knowing  the  guy  she's  seeing  isn't  even  truly  worth  mentioning  in  this  conversation  to  begin  with.  then  again,  valentino  has  got  his  own  rebounds,  and  she's  judging  just  as  hard.  "girls?  —  as  in,  multiple?  really,  val?  thats  ridiculous."  the  roll  of  her  eyes  don't  nearly  show  just  how  much  she  doesn't  wanna  hear  it.  "this  isn't  a  competition.  hate  him  all  you  want,  but  that  won't  change  anything.  there's  nothing  you  can  do  about  it."  in  her  turn,  she  cocks  her  head  sideways.  she  takes  a  competitive  step  closer  while  doing  so.  "i  saw  that  girl  you're  talking  to  earlier.  so  don't  come  and  talk  to  me  about  downgrades."

" you wanna see me sabotage it for real? cause i can do that too. " his head cocks to the side, so seeped in the annoyance it's a flying to his features and reddening his skin. their friends he repeats to himself, just friends. a slow exhales " the girls i'm seeing aren't in the same league as that dick. so what's really not fair is downgrading after me. - but yea whatever you say. "

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DAPHNE FORRESTER | High Potential - Season 1

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a  weapon  and  a  reputation  might  not  sound  like  a  lot,  but  it  will  go  far  in  ensuring  her  safety.  he's  been  around  this  scene  for  long  enough  to  know  what  to  expect,  and  with  royalty  like  her,  it's  different.  "that's  right  —  and  i  won't  give  you  any  reasons."  typical  pimp  shit,  giving  promises  he  can't  possibly  account  for,  but  it  feels  good  in  the  moment.  how  can  he  not  reassure  her  when  she's  looking  at  him  like  that?  she's  too  pretty  to  be  messing  around  with  the  fucking  embodiment  of  a  circus  that's  him.  from  the  looks  they're  given,  he  can  tell  he's  not  the  only  one  who  thinks  so.  then  again,  it's  just  the  privilege  of  his  job.  "you're  so  damn  soft."  her  lips  on  his  skin  motivate  him  to  get  her  drip  all  the  way  to  the  floor  to  leave  a  trace.  in  his  turn,  snake  skin  printed  pants  tighten  around  his  bulge,  hard  enough  to  be  poking  at  her.  "he  can  wait."  damien  states,  already  going  over  excuses  in  his  head.  there's  no  doubt  he'd  not  get  a  taste  of  her  gold  tonight,  when  affirmations  like  that  leave  her  mouth.  "you're  mine  now,  first."  he  grazes  the  pleasure  point  inside  of  her  as  he  takes  his  finger  out  her  pussy,  leaving  them  wet  and  drippy.  doesn't  think  twice  to  let  his  mouth  have  a  taste.  "follow  me,  milady."  he  smacks  a  fifty  dollar  bill  onto  the  bar,  before  taking  her  hand  and  pulling  her  toward  the  elevator.  impatiently  pushing  the  buttons,  he's  glad  to  have  the  doors  close  on  them  on  their  way  up.  "are  you  gonna  kiss  me,  or  do  we  not  do  that?"

chest  feels  hallow  ,  thumping  louder  in  her  eardrums  .  trust  was  a  tricky  thing  when  it  came  to  femme  ,  but  she'll  take  it  with  a  grain  of  salt  .  knew  it  was  the  only  way  to  survive  this  place  .  though  if  alastair  found  out  she  was  giving  herself  like  this  ,  he  would  have  killed  her  .  "haven't  given  me  a  reason  not  to  ,  have  you  ?"  shifts  attention  between  his  eyes  .  waiting  for  him  to  tell  her  otherwise  .  knew  if  this  went  south  that  she  would  only  have  herself  to  blame  for  putting  herself  in  this  position  ,  where  he  was  able  to  control  her  .  smiles  ,  kissing  the  corner  of  his  mouth  ,  down  the  slack  of  his  jaw  .  lets  out  a  soft  moan  as  bait  ,  despite  it  feeling  good  --  too  good  ,  when  his  lips  make  a  path  along  her  skin  ,  using  teeth  without  marking  her  .  lesser  immediately  parts  ,  keeping  their  eyes  locked  as  a  gasp  follows  and  her  stomach  tightens  the  second  he's  pushing  his  fingers  inside  of  her  .  "d  --"  thighs  separate  further  ,  gripping  onto  his  back  side  to  pull  him  flush  against  her  ,  away  from  prying  eyes  and  keeping  it  as  intimate  as  possible  .  "good  boy  ,"  she  murmurs  ,  rocking  her  hips  in  slow  rotation  ,  "he'll  love  fucking  me  by  the  time  you're  done  making  a  mess  ."

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of  course,  she's  not  going  to  let  him  forget  that.  humbled  from  the  pride  he  had  been  showing,  he  slowly  lowers  the  hand  in  question.  "what?  —  are  you  gonna  kill  me  for  it,  too?"  he  tilts  his  head  sideways  with  the  grin  on  his  face  still  present.  to  say  he  regrets  messing  around  with  the  other  girl  is  a  stretch.  if  it  got  rosa  killing  for  him,  he'd  accomplished  more  by  it  than  he  could've  wished  for.  however,  he  knows  his  previous  side  quest  isn't  fair  to  her.  "you're  so  fucking  crazy."  a  term  of  endearment  when  it  comes  from  dodge's  lips  and  the  way  his  eyes  light  up  makes  sure  she  knows  that  too.  he  never  expected  to  get  so  involved  with  someone  so  quickly,  and  with  the  girl  who's  supposed  to  be  his  rival  out  of  anyone.  only  recently  out  of  prison,  dodge  is  still  finding  his  footing  —  in  his  gang,  and  his  life  as  a  whole.  his  walls  had  been  up  higher  than  ever  before,  but  rosa  is  running  them  down  one  by  one  with  a  goddamn  bulldozer.  "the  sound  of  bloody  murder  is  gonna  be  a  melody  to  my  ears."  an  excited  thrill  rushes  through  him  when  the  knife  in  his  hands  toys  with  her  senses,  dangerously,  as  his  mind  goes  wild.  he  should  be  killing  rosa.  it's  the  best  way  to  make  a  name  for  himself  again,  letting  everyone  know  he's  back.  he'd  kill  anyone.  no  one  gets  close  enough  for  him  to  care  whether  they  live  or  die,  but  right  now,  he's  not  sure  if  he's  capable  of  ending  her.  no  —  his  knife  doesn't  want  to  listen,  no  matter  how  close  he  is.  she's  too  perfect.  as  though  created  just  for  him,  with  everything  and  anything  he  could  dream  of.  deadly  violence  and  twisted  morals  packed  in  a  pretty  suit.  the  power  that  they  could  hold  together  is  off  the  charts.  so  no,  he  definitely  can't  kill  her.  which  means  he's  in  trouble.  "little  will  she  know,"  he  adds  to  the  fairytale,  one  that's  about  to  come  very  much  real,  "that  the  wicked  witch  is  the  only  one  prince  charming  has  eyes  for."  he  loves  this  game,  already  couldn't  wait  for  it  to  become  reality.  "i'll  tell  her  i'll  save  her.  that  everything's  gonna  be  okay.  and  that  i  never  meant  for  this  to  happen.  let  her  believe  that  she'll  live,  just  before  laughing  right  in  her  face  and  licking  her  blood  off  your  cheek  right  in  front  of  her.  god  —  it's  turning  me  on  as  we  speak."  his  pants  become  tighter  when  the  femme  licks  the  blade,  which  still  follows  a  path  along  her  face.  he  brings  it  to  her  chin  next,  and  down  her  neck  to  caress  vital  arteries  just  so  he  could  play  with  her  life.  "a  good  girl  like  you  deserves  the  princess  treatment.  being  the  centre  of  attention,  feeling  special."  he  licks  his  bottom  lip  before  biting  it,  closing  his  arm  around  her  waist.  not  an  inch  keeps  them  apart.  "what's  the  point  of  it  all  anyway,  if  i'm  not  gonna  fuck  you  in  her  blood."

"while those hands of yours have also been touching someone else", points out with barely concealed disgust. she's been good, hasn't bothered that cheap whore at all and satisfied her hunger for retaliation by learning every single thing she could about her — information was power and rosa was damn near overfilling with it right now. "so you can see how understanding i've been in letting her touch you. charity like that can only last for so long dodge." and she's glad to hear he's done with her, ready to cast her aside with all the other broken toys. only this one won't have a chance to be repaired. it was rare for rosa to get her hands dirty these days, ever since that nasty incident in high school she's been all but forbidden from physically harming anyone — but her father will understand, he's always been a fierce family man and devoted husband. rosa wasn't sure what the feelings she held for dodge were called but whether it be obsession or love it was overwhelming, seeping in to every single crevice, drowning her. "good, 'cause i'm gonna make her scream baby. " his knife glimmers weakly in the dim light, an excited gasp escaping her parted lips as that cool blade caresses her skin. the motion goes straight to her core, pulsing with need as her breathing becomes shallow. "i'm gonna fuck her up so well dodge. it's what she deserves for overstaying her welcome with you." she's never been one to hunger for validation, her parents adored her and everyone else looked upon her with reverence or mild fear, but dodge? rosa wants to go above and beyond for him, to show her man just how talented she can be. how her word is law and promises given are not taken lightly. "gonna make her cry while i cut her up, baby. have her beg for it all to end and laugh in her face when i don't. maybe she'll even cry for you, hoping her prince charming will save her from the wicked witch." the smallest tilt of her face, that blade shifting slightly, kissing the corner of her mouth as rosa's hues darken. "but tell me, what type of reward does a good girl like me get, papi? specifically after i paint our names on the wall with her blood." the tip of her tongue slips to the side of her lip, a coy tap of it against his knife as she struggles not to push him to the ground and take what's hers then and there.

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American Horror Story  |  9x04 - “True Killers”