The Fearless Tour. Taylor decided to walk through the crowds at her shows, greeting fans of all ages, genders and races because SHE wanted to meet the fans that had been supporting her and helping her reach where she is to this day. After each show, Taylor held a meet and greet called ‘The T-Party’. This was a room where fans could go to eat pizza and meet each other and get to know other people and then get to meet Taylor. Taylor would walk around stadiums and hide behind food bars and then surprise fans in the line. Each night she would walk a number of miles to meet as many people as she could.
February 9th 2011-March 18th 2012: The Speak Now Tour
Much like at the Fearless Tour, Taylor said she wanted to continue walking through the crowds during one of her songs at the Speak Now Tour. Taylor hugged as many people as she could and thanked them for coming. Sometimes Taylor would tell her security to move out of the way and to let her hug more people. Taylor continued her ‘T-Party’ meet and greet. Taylor’s team would walk to different areas of the stadium during the show and hand out free meet and greets to fans who had gone all-out; screaming and dancing the whole time and wearing bold and creative costumes/handmade posters.
September 8th 2012: Ronan
The lyrics to this song are based on a blog she read about a four-year-old boy, Ronan Thompson, who died from neuroblastoma in 2011.Taylor wrote the song by putting together quotes from blog creator Maya Thompson, Ronan’s mother. Thompson is credited as a co-writer of the song. Taylor first performed the song live for Stand Up to Cancer in September 2012, and has only performed it publicly one other time, at the Glendale, Arizona stop of The 1989 World Tour, at which Ronan’s mother was in the audience. All proceeds from sales of the single go to help fight cancer.
2014: 1989 Secret Sessions
In anticipation of the release of her album, 1989 on October 27, Taylor held a series of “1989 Secret Sessions” over the past few weeks at her various homes across America, where carefully-selected fans were told they were attending some sort of secret event, with no knowledge of what was in store for them. When fans arrived they were told to sit in a room together and wait. Taylor then jumped out and surprised them all and they all got to hear her new album before anyone else. Taylor baked cookies and other goods, fans got to meet Taylor’s cat, Olivia Benson Swift, and they danced together and each got to meet Taylor and just hang out.
May 5th 2015-December 12th 2015: The 1989 Tour
At each 1989 concert, before perfoming her song ‘clean’, Taylor gave a 3-4 minute inspirational speech, telling fans to love themselves. This is what Taylor said to the crowd of 60,000 at Hyde Park, London on June 272015: ‘There are people here from all over the world, so if you travelled to be here, thank you so much for coming. And, you know, looking out at you, thinking about the fact that we all come from different places, maybe we all have different accents, we have different hobbies, different backgrounds, whatever. But there’s one thing that we have in common that I know for sure. That thing is that when we feel a great amount of joy, or a great amount of pain, we turn to music. That’s why we’re all at Hyde Park tonight. From talking to you so much, and getting to know you, it’s never been more apparent to me how difficult it is to feel okay about yourself in 2015. Real talk. I mean, every single day we go online – and trust me, I love the internet, okay? Love it – but, every day we go online and we scroll through the highlight reel of other people’s awesome lives. But we don’t see the highlight reel of our awesome lives – all we see is the behind the scenes. We see every single moment, from when we wake up and we’re like “oh, God, not feeling my hair today. Not going to be a good day today for the hair”. We see our doubts, we see our fears, we see our concerns. You are the only one who is inside your brain feeling all of your anxieties and the voices who are telling you that you can’t be who you want to be, or that you’re not who you want to be, or that you want to be more like that other person over there. Let me tell you, people are mean to each other, but no voice is as mean as our own voices are to ourselves. Is it true or is it false? It’s true, right? Okay, so if there’s one thing that you come away from this night remembering, I want it to be this – every day when you look in the mirror, and your mind is telling you all the things you are not – if those things are that you’re not cool enough, you’re not pretty enough, you’re not popular enough, you’re not successful enough, you’re not special, you’re not wanted, you’re not unique – those are not the things you are not. Let me tell you the things you are not. Okay? You are not somebody else’s opinion. That’s what you’re not. You are not going nowhere just because you’re not where you want to be yet. You are not damaged goods just because you have made mistakes in your life. Those are the things you are not. Let me tell you the things that you are. Would you like to hear the things that you are? You are your own definition of beautiful, and worthwhile, and no one else’s definition. You are wiser, stronger, and smarter because you made mistakes in your life, not damaged. And lastly, London, England, you are someone who is probably standing here tonight going through your own battles, fighting your own ghosts, trying to cover your own scars, stressing about your own stresses. But, rather than wallowing in them, you got up, you put on an awesome outfit, and now we’re all standing here together having the best time of our lives at a concert on a Saturday night. I realise that it’s not about being perfect, it’s not about feeling perfect. I think that sometimes it’s just about getting on with things and realising that you’re happy today. That’s all that matters. I just want you to know that one thing I have learned in 25 years, and I’m still learning, is that if you get rained on, you walk through a bunch of storms, life is constantly coming at you – that doesn’t make you damaged. It makes you clean.’
May 5th 2015-December 12th 2015: The 1989 Tour (Loft 89)
At Taylor’s 1989 concerts, she held a meet and greet called ‘Loft 89′ where Taylor, again, could hang out with her fans and dance around with them. Taylor met lots of different people including children with disabilities and illnesses. Taylor made sure everyone had a great time and that everyone was included and treated equally.
Christmas 2014/2015: ‘Swiftmas’
Taylor Swift surprised 13-year-old fan Delaney Clements who was diagnosed with neuroblastoma at the age of seven. Delaney, who is a massive fan of the 26-year-old singer started a campaign to meet Taylor called #TaylorMeetDelaney and on Saturday (19th December) her wish came true. Taylor surprised the family by turning up unannounced and the afternoon was captured on Instagram and Facebook with Delaney and her Mum posting photos. Taylor became so into the idea of ‘Swiftmas’ that she also sent a number of other fans packages of merch and other little presents.
Award acceptance speeches
To any award acceptance speech, there is always something directed to Taylor’s fans. Taylor thanks her fans for everything because she knows that we are such a big part of her life and she wouldnt be where she is now without us.
A very important quote Taylor has said:
Long story short: Taylor is one of those few artists who does nothing but good for her fans and everyone around her yet she gets body shamed and name called everywhere. It really does break my heart.
Taylor has been there for me through everything and I know that she always will be because she has never failed to make us all smile and to make us all feel better about ourselves, She has made me feel loved and wanted and she has introduced me to some of my bestest friends ever. To me, Taylor Swift is not just an artist, she’s my best friend.
At last, I’ve got a video covering the newest project by Wham City Comedy! The group that brought you Unedited Footage of a Bear and This House Has People In It are back with a unique little collective of truth-seekers. Come and meet the Children of the Mirror.
A life as a breeder. A trait you were born with, a trait that you rather not have. But it’s hard to argue with the genetic lottery. The only way anyone was born on the planet now was thanks to the few hundred breeders. Everyone else was for the most part infertile, it was so hard to keep track of who was or wasn’t a sibling, a common greeting became to call everyone you crossed brother or sister. Hell they might even be an aunt, cousin, uncle, and you would never know. A free app was distributed but it was mostly used for curiosity sake.
As with everyone upon reaching puberty, you were tested. And you came back positive for a breeder. You panicked, it could trigger at any moment, and you would have no control. The doctor eased your worries, saying that it couldn’t fire until you reached eighteen and to instead enjoy life as normally as possible. You were given literature to read, numerous pamphlets, and a link to a website that covered anything and everything about breeders.
Your guardians, a blood uncle and his wife instead sought to shelter you from this forced life. You were sent an all girl private school and college. They were desperate to insure that you wouldn’t enter a forced heat until you were able to support yourself. You weren’t going to be someone’s breeding whore with your belly constantly swollen with babies if they had any say in the matter.
The job market had other ideas. Despite graduating with a business degree, the market was rough at best. You sent out resume after resume, application after application, showed up to interview after interview. But they wanted more experience, always more experience. How were you supposed to get experience without a job! You grumbled but feared working with the public, even being out in public you kept your head down and stared at your lap. Your favorite skirt had 78 lines on it you found out. You didn’t want your heat to trigger, you didn’t know what you could do to control. Everything you read said you couldn’t, and that terrifies you. You finally got a job filing paperwork, at least it was something.
Your job was thankless, your boss demanding, but you needed it for rent and bills. You just needed to survive a year or two, then you could leave. You kept looking for other jobs in the mean time. One of the office girls was always prancing around all dolled up and showing off every God given curve leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. You swore you could see the outline of her groin in some outfits. She often pressured you to break out of your conservative shell, come join the ‘girl night fun’ at Black Market Bar. After a very stressful week, you broke down and, despite your fears, agreed.
All you had for dressing up was a modest dress fit more for church instead of a bar. You played with your hair and managed to make a cute curly up do. A touch of jewelry your aunt had passed down and you headed out. Black Market Bar was hoping like mad that night, the office girl teased you lightly for still dressing so conservatively but did complement your hair at least. She suggested you two should go for mani-pedis sometime. At the bar you managed to find some college friends along with friends you’ve know since high school. It was good to catch up and have some drinks. You couldn’t believe what an enjoyable night you were having, laughing talking, you lost count of how many cocktails you downed. You knew you only bought one round. Or was it two?
But then, it happened. It took nearly twenty-five years, over a decade after learning your assigned path in life. You turn you head towards the bar, shouting at a gay friend and your eyes locked with that man. You both freeze and your breathe hitches as your gazes meet. His eyes shine like a stunning emerald, he had long, light brown hair tied into a short ponytail, a well trimmed goatee, the face of Adonis himself! At least, as far as you cared. His body was great as well, not too thin but not overly muscular either. Your knees started to quiver, you suddenly felt overly wet in your groin. Oh no, oh no! You wanted to fight it, turn it off, but the switch was flipped. He stands up and turns towards you, his pants had a bulge, yeah that would do- No! Don’t think like that!
One of your friends suddenly speak you name snapping you from your trance, “I-I got to go!” You speak hastily, downing your drink and racing out a side door. You turn down the alley, running desperately, wanting to get away. Which way was home? What street were you on? Maybe he could pin you against this wall and take care of- NO! You whimper, it was becoming unbearable and hard to walk. Maybe your vibrator could get rid of this persistent itch. You turn back towards the main street to get your bearings.
And he found you. You squeak in surprise and fear as he blocks your path with one arm, his face was just as flushed as yours, “You know there’s only way for both of us to end this, right?” He questions. His tone was a mix of desperation and domination.
You nod feverishly, “N-Not out in the open. P-Please, I want your cock but not out here.”
“Two blocks away is my place,” he replies and takes your hand to lead you away. His touch was like electric fire. It took over your entire body. You willingly follow him, your body desperate to sooth this heat. Up a flight of stairs, he fumbles his keys for a moment and flings the door open. You just as quickly shut it as you enter his condo as he locks it tight.
Any remaining shred of modesty was lost, you lunge at him planting a kiss firmly against his lips, your fingers tugging on his pants as he lifts your dress. In a tumbling tango, the both of you stumble into the bedroom and quickly undress. Nothing else mattered. You needed to be fucked. More importantly, you needed to be fucked by him! This very instant or you would surely go insane. He must have felt the same.
Next thing you knew you where pinned against a wall and he rammed his thick throbbing cock deep into your virgin tunnel. You howl in ecstasy and dig your nails into his back. He groans and moans from your tightness as he rams his hips against yours without restraint, “Fucking hell you’re tight!” You hear him moan at some point.
“Any bigger and you’d split me in two!” You answer, “Now fuck me proper!” you demand pushing him to the ground. He quickly flips you to your back and holds you by your wrists as you wrap you legs around his waist, “Yes!” You cry out as he hits the deepest reaches of your core, “Come on big boy! Put out this fire you started!” You clamp your tunnel around his throbbing cock causing him to moan loudly.
“Oh, I’ll do better!” he growls lustfully, “I’ll put out this fire. I launch my cum so deep you’ll be pregnant by dawn! Tonight, you’re my broodmare, and I’m going fuck you full and tight with life. Make sure you fulfill your purpose to our kind!”
With that last command, his back arches and you feel a deluge of warmth fill you tunnel. You throw your head back and cry out as you orgasm as well. The fire was put out, and you swore you could fill your very womb filling with his life granting seed. As fertile as both of you were at this moment, you were certain you were going to be pregnant. And for the first time, at this moment, you didn’t give a shit. You moan softly as you ride out that pleasure filled wave and pant for air. Your lover pulls out, but it doesn’t feel like any cum was dribbling out. Whatever, you were exhausted, your head felt fuzzy as you pass out where you lay on the floor.
Fullness, you wake up feeling as though you had eaten too much, even though your stomach was growling. You were on a mattress, the smell of your lover coated the room, you must still be at his condo. Last night was a blur, your friends were probably wondering what the hell happened to you. A sizzling noise, you sniff again, sausage it smelt like and french toast, perhaps? You smile, man you were hungry maybe he would let you have a bite before you left. You feel your stomach flip and squirm and you go to rub it. A firm orb meets your hand. You look down and sit up right with a short yelp. You place both hands against your stomach and rub some more. Movement, lots of movement. It was just last night, and already your womb had grown several times in size with new life. It was a perfect sphere arching from your abdomen. Where you already going to give birth so soon? Now a kick, wait no two kicks, one each side at once. “T-Twins?” you softly whimper. No wonder you felt so full. This was bad. You had to leave, you had find your clothes, you had to-
“Are you okay?” You freeze looking towards the door. It was the voice of your lover, “If you’re looking for your dress, I put it and your other things on top of the dresser. Cellphone is charging by the sofa. I made breakfast, I’m sure you’re hungry.”
You look to your dresser finding your things neatly stacked and folded, “O-oh! T-Thank you. Um, i-if you don’t mind me staying for a bit.” You sigh in slight relief and struggle to stand up, “Hey, uh, bathroom?”
“Beside the closet,” he answers. You quickly run there first and relive your bladder. Next, you tried to redress but your dress wouldn’t go over your middle anymore. You growl at it then look around the room to improvise. You find a sweat shirt hanging from the mirror, maybe he won’t mind, you put it on instead and still it hugs and displays your gravid middle. Your panties barely fit, you decided to not even try your bra. Your breasts were tender and and felt full of milk.
Your twins pummel you with kicks again, “Okay, okay. I’m going to feed you two. Calm down a moment.” You waddle out of the bedroom while and find a table set for two. It seems he hasn’t noticed you yet but none the less you take a seat, “Er, what do you have to drink?”
He looks up, “Cranberry grape juice, milk, and water. I’d offer coffee but, well considering….” You look away in a blush requesting a glass of milk. You stare at your lap as you always do, though this time you cradle your belly with one hand and rub it with the other. A clink of plates and glass cause you to lift your head slightly as he sits opposite you, “Dig in while it’s hot.”
Fluffy scrambled eggs, juicy plump sausage links, pillow like french toast with butter and syrup, crisp apples and berries, and cold milk, you struggled to maintain your table manners as you devour the offered food, your twins happily tumbling and pressing against your womb now that they were being fed. It was delicious, he was kind enough to bring you seconds without needing to be asked. You sigh happily and rub your stuffed middle then frown, “This is super awkward.”
“What is?” He asks in confusion.
“I-I-” you sigh again, “I don’t even know your name. Had a one night stand and woke up carrying twins. My friends are probably worried sick, and if I look at you again that stupid urge is going to come back.”
You hear him choke and cough, “Oh, shit. I’m your first, aren’t I?” You nod. “The name’s Cedric,” he answers, “What’s yours?” You give your name while continuing to look away. “You can look up, the trigger can’t happen if you’re pregnant.”
You arch an eyebrow and slowly lift your head to meet his face again. The feeling from last night, that raging fire in your loins, it never came, “Oh! Um, well shit that does make sense doesn’t it…. Er, sorry about wearing your shirt, my dress wouldn’t fit.”
He waves it off, “Don’t worry about it, I’ve got some stretchy pants you can wear also. So, do you want me to explain things here or would you prefer the sofa?” You look over to the mentioned furniture and decide there. As you try to stand Cedric moves and offer you a hand up, which you take and use him to steady yourself as you waddle over to and sink into the sofa, “There’s a handle on the side if you want to lay back.”
With your right hand, you feel around the side of the sofa and find the handle. A mechanical whir is heard as the sofa reclines. You adjust a pillow against your back then go back to resting one hand on your stomach. Your hand meets Cedric’s for a brief second and he quickly retracts it. You look over to him, now he was trying to avoid eye contact as a blush crosses his cheeks. “Do you want to rub?” You ask pointing at your belly. He looks back and nods. You smile moving you hands out of the way. His face lights up as he moves over and gently rubs your belly. Man that felt good having him rub your stretched skin. He looked damn proud of himself also. You reach for your phone and find several missed messages and calls from your friends and the office girl. You send a text to each saying you were okay and apologized for leaving them so suddenly. You choose not to explain what happened; as far as you knew, non of them knew you were a breeder. And you rather it stayed like that. “Now then,” you speak getting his attention, “That explanation?”
“Ah, yes right,” Cedric answers and stops rubbing, “I figured with this being your first time, you’d be kinda lost. Scared, maybe. I sure was.”
You take his hand and place it back on your stomach, “First keep doing that, it’s feels pretty good.” He chuckles and alternates between rubbing circles and the length of your stomach again. “Second, i-is it supposed to be this quick? I mean, I know they say rapid, but this rapid?”
He nods, “Yes actually. Compresses the first part into a night, in our case, then the last ‘trimester’ as the books call it lasts only a week I think.”
You sigh and groan, “Great, I’m stuck like this for a week.”
He hesitantly questions“Y-you… do know you’re going to get bigger, right?” A look of shock from you gives him his answer, “They aren’t big enough yet. I think they. Considering how big you are already. They need to grow more over the next week.”
“Oh no….” You whimper burying your face into your hands, “Bigger!? And yes I’m pretty sure you put twins in there. I’m going to have to explain this at work. Oh fuck my life. I’ll never hear the end of it! No one knows I’m a breeder! They weren’t supposed to know!” You sniffle placing one hand against your middle and wiping away tears with the other, “Damn it I don’t have anything big enough to hide this!” You sob looking at your middle again.
Cedric flinches away slightly, “H-hey, please don’t cry. I want to say female breeders get government sanctioned off time from work when they get pregnant.” He then smiles and resumes rubbing your middle, “You should talk to your HR department, they might know something. You get a hell of a lot more then the male breeders do.”
“Considering you can just bang and bolt,” you note with a sour tone. You then shake your head and rub away the rest of your tears, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be rude. You’ve been so nice to me, but…why?”
He grins and holds up one finger, “Simple. If I stay close to whoever I knock up, my trigger can’t go off so long as they are pregnant. It’s a nice break from the anxiety of wondering when it’ll happen.” he then frowns and moves his hand from your middle back to lap and stares at the ceiling, “But I understand if you want to leave and never see me again. I’ll drive you back to your place and wait to meet you at Black Market again.
You cast a confused look at him then gaze at the ceiling as well, resting both hands atop your gravid middle. Your vision then wonders over to your phone, “I should lookup a clinic. Make sure these two are okay, make sure it is two more so. And figure out adoption papers.”
“Adoption?” Cedric questions, “That easily?”
“I sure as hell am not ready to be a mom,” you answer, “I can barely keep myself afloat. Last night was a splurge for sure.” You blush, “In more ways then one.”
You hear him chuckle, he looks rather proud of himself again, “No, you’re right. There are some people who envy us.”
“Delusional assholes,” you note causing him to laugh.
“Amen, sister,” he remarks back, “As for a clinic, there’s one on 5th and 23rd. I should have a card for them somewhere, just a second” Cedric hops up from the couch and digs through a drawer, “Ah here we go. I signed this one right?” He speaks flipping it over, “Okay good, thought I did.”
Now you just had to know, “How many times have you done this?”
“Counting you, five women in this city alone, and one in my hometown.” he answers, “Two of them tried to rob me when I showed generosity, one I haven’t seen in a long time and the other comes by when she finds suitable parents. As for the one in my hometown, that was my first and it scared me so bad I ran and never saw her again.”
You narrow your eyes, “So what does that make me?”
Cedric blinks, “Well you haven’t tried to rob me, so that makes you someone I’d give me number to,” he looks at a wall clock, “You’ve also stuck around the longest after breakfast. If you don’t want to do this again or see me again, like I said before, I understand. For what it’s worth, you have been the nicest one though so far.”
“Really?” You speak in surprise.
He nods, “You aren’t treating me like a sperm donor which is refreshing. And you let me rub your stomach. I…,” he turns looking embarrassed again and scratches the back of his head, “I’ve always wanted to feel my kids bouncing around like that, at least once. Anyway here you go,” he fights away the blush and hands you the card, “They have my information for the database, they’ll know who to put down as the father from my signature.
You take a second to look over it, then catch yourself idly rubbing your middle again. You look down, seems as though your children have fallen asleep for the time being, “Thank you, Cedric. I suppose I should get out of your hair.” You manage to push yourself off the couch only to lose your balance. Cedric quickly grabs and helps you to stand up right, “Maybe I should find my balance again first,” you speak with a laugh. It was so bizarre. You woke up terrified and now, you felt surprisingly at ease around him. It was comforting, you started to play around with the idea of staying close to him for the next week.
He smiles warmly and pulls you into a hug, causing your stomach to press against his, “That would be for the best. Can’t have you falling and hurting yourself. Ah, but if you must leave I won’t stop you. Let’s find you some pants first then I’ll take you home, okay? Oof!” Both of you look down, your twins seemed to dislike being squished between their parents, “Alright, alright,” he chuckles and rubs your belly again as he takes a step back to give them more room.
“Don’t go kicking your Papa like that you two,” you playfully scold knowing it wouldn’t do much good, “Actually, could you take me to the clinic first? Then home? I-If you don’t mind, and d-don’t have anywhere to be that is.”
Cedric shakes his head, “Not one bit, I’ve got the weekend free.”
hey there mileven readers, it’s me, ya girl savannah. the lovely @thecakegoesmeow requested Mike and Eleven hanging out in the cabin and Mike seeing El’s amazing curls for the first time. I hope it’s everything you wanted! (ao3 link)
“What’s going on in there?” Chief Jim Hopper shouted, for the fifth time- and yes, he was counting. He stood outside the bathroom door, conveniently locked, knocking again. “Come on, kiddo it’s been like an hour.”
“20 minutes!” she yelled from behind the locked door.
Hopper looked around to show the empty room the confusion on his face. “What?” he shouted back.
“You said an hour!” he heard her yell again, “it’s only be twenty minutes.”
“It’s called an exaggeration, El. Wasn’t that your word of the day, what, like a week ago? I’d have thought you would have that one down, you sure seem to like ‘em.” he mused, laughing at his own joke. When the teenager behind the door didn’t respond, Hopper let out a sigh of exasperation. Guess it was still too early to start using Dad Jokes on her. “Listen, he’s gonna be here any minute. You gonna stay in there the whole time he’s here?”
El’s reflection in the mirror frowned at her, and she untangled her goopy hands from her head. “Stupid hair,” she grumbled, her shoulders falling.
“What’d you say?” she heard her Hopper’s muffled voice ask. El’s forehead collided with the mirror as she let it drop, giving up altogether and letting her hands hang down by her sides.
“My hair.” El half whispered. Her eyes trained in on the the other girl in the mirror, her mind focused on the curls that stuck up way behind her head, willing them to obey and lay flat. They began to fall back in slow motion, El finally smiling. Stay, she prayed.
if requests are still open, you you think you could do a prequel to the “guess who’s back” fic?? Like with the reader and Harry on the isle before they went to Auradon and maybe a fic about the stuff they’d do together, etc, maybe how they became a couple/how they acted when they were together ? thank you so much if you can !! <333
Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader
Summary – The prequel to Guess Who’s Back and It’s Our Turn.
Warning(s) - abuse, swearing, implied smut but no descriptions
SO EVIL WOLVERINE’S MIRROR DOES, IN FACT, HAVE AN INCREDIBLY ON BRAND CLONING FEATURE.
Which is kind of fantastic in every possible way and I can’t tell if I love it for the symbolism or hate Clamp for shoving it my face in every single plot arc and laughing silently as I didn’t know I was looking at the literal cloning device the entire time.
that Syaoran WAS, in fact, created as a clone to collect the feathers.
His extreme endurance and willingness to throw himself in harm’s way to collect Sakura’s feathers, which I was concerned about constantly, was programmed into him from the start. WHICH IS CONCERNING IN ITSELF, because DOES THAT STILL COUNT AS PART OF HIS PERSONALITY?
IF SOMEONE PROGRAMS A PERSONALITY TRAIT INTO YOU, IS IT STILL YOURS?
It’s not a shocking twist, exactly, but it reaches right down to my heart and pours gasoline all over it because WAS ANY OF THIS SYAORAN’S CHOICE AFTER ALL?
Syaoran made the choice to save Sakura, and he made every individual choice to collect each feather, and he made the choice to sacrifice his relationship with Sakura in order to be able to cross dimensions.
EXCEPT HE DIDN’T.
EVIL WOLVERINE MADE THOSE CHOICES FOR HIM BEFORE HE WAS EVEN PROPERLY BORN.
DOES THAT COUNT?
DOES A PRICE FOR A WISH COUNT IF YOU THINK YOU’RE ACCEPTING THE DEAL ON YOUR OWN TERMS, BUT WERE PROGRAMMED TO DO IT ALL ALONG?
COULD HE HAVE CHOSEN DIFFERENTLY, EVER? ABOUT ANYTHING?
And the real stinging wound is Syaoran technically never CHOSE to throw himself in harm’s way to save Sakura. He WANTED to, yes, but that was because someone else FORCED him to want to.
Every single decision he has ever made was FORCED by someone else.
But if he still THINKS he made those decisions, is his personality still fully formed?
Would he have made the same decisions without Evil Wolverine’s programming?
Would his personalty have grown in the same way?
Does it even matter if he has no choice? Is Syaoran still Syaoran no matter what programming he has?
BECAUSE THAT I DEFINITELY CCS SYAORAN’S MAGIC CIRCLE.
CAN ALTERNATE VERSIONS OF THE SAME PEOPLE SHARE THE SAME MAGIC CIRCLE?
AND WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO SEND PART OF YOUR SOUL INTO SOMEONE ELSE?
Was it ONLY the mindcontrol sections that had Lava Lamp Guy influencing Syaoran? Or did the presence of his soul affect the development of Syaoran’s own soul?
Summary: You and Roman broke up 4 months and you’re seeing someone new. You
unexpectedly bump into Roman and his date when you’re with yours as well. As
soon as your date ends, Roman takes his chance and shows you who you have
always belonged to.
Based on the
prompt: ‘’Ain’t nobody ever told you who
your real daddy is?’’
Warnings: Pure smut omg, daddy kink, language
(A/N) So you guys voted for this prompt to be written first so here it is! Grab
something to drink and to eat, because this is hella long: 4,000+ words. I hope you guys like
it. I’m sorry if it’s written really messy, this is the first time I’ve written
in a long time. Forgive me if this is trash😩
“This is already the third time this week
you’re going out with that Bryson,” Seth said as he sat on my bed.
“I’m fully aware of how many times I’m going
out with him,” I chuckled back at him as I did my make-up. “He’s a really nice
“I never said he wasn’t, it’s just…” he
paused and looked at me in the mirror, “never mind.”
“No tell me, what’s the matter?” I asked
confused as I turned around to face him. Seth has always been honest with me so
I always listened to what he got to say.
“Aren’t you moving a bit too fast? I mean,
only four months have passed since Roman and you broke up.” He carefully spoke.
“I’m not moving ‘too fast’, I’m moving on
with my life and I’m sure Roman too has moved on.”
“He’s still not over you,” he mumbled
quietly, hoping I didn’t hear it. I decided to not have this discussion with
him and try to focus on tonight. “So this Bryson dude, you really like him?”
“I do, he’s really sweet, he cares about me,
makes me laugh,” I smiled as I wore my heels.
“Roman does too, remember that time the
three of us were at the lake and he pushed me into the water just to make you
laugh because you felt down? Or that time when sprained your ankle when you
wore those ridiculous high heels and Roman carried you on his back the entire
night? Also the time the two of you were all over each other, hugging and
kissing each other, causing to ignore the shit out of me.” Seth reminded me.
“How can I forget?” I chuckled, thinking
back. Roman and I were super close and we loved each other so much that when we
broke up, everyone was in awe, even the two of us couldn’t get used to it at
first. The reason we broke up was mainly because of me not being able to get
used him being on the road so often. I tried my hardest to adjust and he saw
how much I effort I was making, but eventually, he made the heartbreaking
decision to end things. I didn’t agree, of course, but he said it was the best
for us both. ‘’Look, how unfortunate it is, things just didn’t worked out
‘’What if he wants you back? I’ll kick your
ass if you’re staying with that Bryson kid.’’ Seth said frustrated.
‘’It’s not your decision to make, but thanks
for letting me know what I can expect,’’ I sweetly smiled as I hugged him.
‘’Thanks for looking out for me, but I’m a big girl.’’
‘’Whatever you want y/n, I still think you
and Roman should get back together,’’ He said. As he was about to speak, the
doorbell rang. I jumped excitedly and grabbed my bag.
‘’You can let yourself out right? Love you
Seth,’’ I kissed his check and ran downstairs.
‘’You’re making a mistake girl!’’ He
shouted, causing me to roll my eyes, ‘’Love you too.’’ Seth has always been
like a brother to me and even during the time me and Roman split up, he never
failed to be there for me when I needed someone.
‘’You look stunning,’’ Bryson smiled as I
opened the door.
‘’Thank you,’’ I smiled. ‘’You don’t look as
terrible as expected.’’ I joked. He laughed and took my hand in his.
‘’Bryson?’’ I heard Seth’s voice behind me.
Oh lord, save me.
‘’My name’s Seth, nice to meet you. I’m
y/n’s best friend. Oh and also the best friend of her ex,’’ Seth slyly smiled.
I turned around and gave him a death glare.
‘’Oh well, it’s nice to meet you. Y/n told
loads about you.’’ They shook each other’s hands, Seth smiling fake.
‘’Good things I hope.’’
‘’The most wonderful things, we gotta go
now. Bye Seth.’’ I hastily said as I grabbed Bryson’s hand and rushed to his
car. ‘’I’m sorry about that,’’ I sighed as we sat down. ‘’He can be an idiot
‘’It’s fine baby, don’t worry.’’ Bryson
smiled and placed his hand on my thigh. ‘’You ready to go?’’
‘’Totally.’’ I smiled back. He started the
car and we drove off.
‘’Ever been here before?’’ Bryson asked as
we parked the car. ‘’It opened a few months ago I think. Their food is
‘’Well, you made me pretty curious,’’ I
smiled. He bend down and gently kissed me.
‘’Let’s eat till we can’t walk anymore.’’ Bryson
laughed, making me laugh too. We crossed the road and entered the restaurant.
The smell of fresh cooked tomato sauce filled my nose. ‘’We ordered a table for
two,’’ he said to the waiter. I looked around while Bryson and the waiter
figured things out.
‘’I can’t stop saying how beautiful you
look,’’ a familiar deep voice said from behind me. My heart sank in my shoes. I
slowly turned around, praying that it wasn’t who my mind immediately thought of.
But as usual, the universe hates me. It was Roman with another girl, also on a
date. I didn’t realize I was still looking at him until his eyes fell on mine,
widened with surprise and disbelieve. If it was because of me being with someone else or just being in
shock by seeing me, I don’t know. I could punch myself in the face for not
turning back right away, instead, I kept looking at how good he looked; his
hair in a pulled back in a bun, his beard was trimmed, he wore a grey suit with a white shirt. I was speechless by the way he looked, not
that he looked any different than before.
‘’Y/n, you ready?’’ Bryson asked. I quickly
turned my head and nodded with a smile. I had no idea how to feel about this
whole situation. Seeing Roman after four rough months filled with all kinds of
emotions, left me with more feelings than I actually should have at the very
moment. ‘’Babe?’’ He spoke again. Roman coughed roughly, indicating how
irritated he was by how Bryson called me.
‘’Yeah I’m sorry, I was just thinking of
‘’It’s okay sweetheart, let’s sit down,
we’re at table six.’’ He wrapped his arm around my waist as we started to walk
to our table. I would normally never even think of turning around, but since
the relationship me and Roman had was so intense and strong, I couldn’t just
keep walking without a quick glance over my shoulder. He was standing there
with the blonde girl at his side, looking overwhelmed.
‘’It’s an amazing place,’’ I distractedly
said as I sat down, praying that Roman wouldn’t sit anywhere near us. I took
the menu and my eyes scrolled over all the delicious food, getting hungry by
just looking at the names. While being occupied with reading the menu, I felt
people sitting at the table next to us.
‘’Have you decided yet?’’
‘’Everything looks so nice, I can’t
choose,’’ I laughed as I looked up. My eyes automatically wandered, finding
Roman and his date sitting next to us. Lord why? My heart started to race, I
felt myself getting hot; I was turning into a nervous wreck, scared that I
might say something wrong or being too close with Bryson. I shouldn’t have
these thoughts, especially when Roman was the one who ended things between us
and moved on with his life as well.
‘’Are you okay?’’ Bryson asked.
‘’I’m fine,’’ I lied, biting my lip.
‘’Alright, I’ll take the steak with the
salad.’’ He spoke as he put his menu down. ‘’What about you?’’
‘’I think I’m going for the spiced rice with
‘’Sounds lovely,’’ he smiled and waved his
hand at the waiter to tell her our orders. ‘’So, how have you been doing?’’
‘’I’ve been great. I took two weeks off
though, I needed to help my friend with moving to his new place,’’ I said as I
took a sip of my water.
‘’Is it Seth who’s moving?’’ Bryson asked. I
could feel Roman’s eyes burning right through me, shifting in his seat lightly.
‘’Uhm yeah, it’s Seth who’s moving out,’’ I uncomfortably
said. ‘’But how are you doing? How’s your job?’’ I quickly asked, trying to
change the subject for both Roman and mine sake.
‘’Mine’s quite alright, just the usual. Had
to explain why I was wearing a turtle neck to work the other day though,’’ He
smirked, ‘’You left some marks on me which were quite visible that even your
foundation couldn’t cover.’’ Bryson ran his hand through his hair as Roman
almost chocked while drinking his water. ‘’I didn’t mind at all and if I could,
I’d gladly show them, but when you work in an office, you gotta cover things
like that up somehow.’’
‘’You’re right,’’ I smiled briefly, biting
my tongue in the hope I would wake up from this nightmare. I carefully looked
over to Roman, finding him frowning with his jaw clenched, obviously boiling
with anger. His whole body tensed as Bryson intertwined our fingers and smiled.
Roman couldn’t care less about the girl he was with, clearly not listening to
her long dreaded stories she was enthusiastically sharing.
‘’I remember you having-,’’ he paused and
got his phone out of his pocket, ‘’I gotta take this one, do you mind?’’ He
asked. I shook my head, thanking god he couldn’t finish his sentence and smiled
lightly. The waiter brought us the food right when Bryson answered the phone. I
was happy because that meant I could focus on my dish instead of looking around
awkwardly. It had been a long time since I’ve eaten this nice, praising the
chef in my head while eating slowly. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. Thinking it
must be Seth, I took my phone out of my purse. It was my turn to choke on my
delicious food when I saw Roman’s name on my lock screen. He send me a text
saying: ‘I wanna get underneath the table
and make it hard for you to talk.’ I looked over to him and rolled my eyes.
‘’I’m sorry, it was my boss asking if I finished that project.’’
‘’It’s fine, don’t worry,’’ I said as I took
another bite from my food.
‘’So back to our subject,’’ he smirked. Oh
god no. I knew that if he would continue talking, Roman would defenitely say or
do something to make him shut up and I’m not letting that happen.
‘’You know what, let’s talk about something
else okay,’’ I suggested, sounding a little irritated. I looked at my phone
again and Roman sent another text saying: ‘You
look so ravishing baby, oh how I’ve missed seeing you like this.’ I ran my
hand through my hair and decided to send him something back: ‘Stop it Roman.’ was all I typed before
‘’You alright? It’s like you’re not really
enjoying tonight.’’ Bryson concernedly spoke. ‘’If you wanna go, just tell
‘’No I’m fine,’’ I insisted, ‘’just have a
lot on my mind, I’m sorry.’’
‘’Don’t be love, it’s all good,’’ he smiled.
I could feel Roman looking at us from the corner of my eye, anger and
frustration radiating off his body. This was going to be the most unpleasant
dinner ever, I could tell.
‘’I wish they served bigger portions,’’
Bryson mocked as he wiped the corners of his mouth with the napkin. Throughout
the dinner, Roman never stopped sending those text messages, he continued those
looks and it drove me insane. ‘’Anyways,
I’m going to pay okay, be right back.’’ He smiled and walked to the cash register.
I was getting myself ready to leave as I heard Roman’s date saying she had to
use the restroom. Once she was gone, Roman shoved his chair so he was sitting
next to me at the table.
‘’Who’s that,’’ he nodded Bryson’s way,
clearly irritated. I rolled my eyes and sighed. ‘’What?’’
‘’Do you seriously expect me to tell you
after not even try to contact me in those four months? Speaking of contact, why
the hell did you sent me those texts?’’ I hissed.
‘’I think I have the right to know,’’ He
spoke dangerously low. ‘’If I wouldn’t say anything, I’d be fooling myself.’’ He kept his eyes on mine. I was quiet for a
moment until he broke the silence, ‘’Come with me to my place, let me explain
‘’You honestly think I’m agreeing on that?
Look, like I said, I haven’t seen or spoken to you in four months Roman. I
can’t just ignore everything that happened.’’
‘’I’m not asking you to ignore anything,’’
he looked at Bryson who was still busy paying. I think it’s better to have this
conversation at my place unless you want to be disturbed by that jerk.’’ He
said annoyed. I sighed and threw my head back. ‘’Please y/n, I promise you, you
won’t regret it.’’
‘’What am I supposed to say to him?’’
‘’We can also just leave,’’ his low voice
spoke, making me shiver. He noticed and slightly smirked as he scooted his
chair closer to me. He looked over his shoulder to see if Bryson was still
busy. ‘’You coming with me?’’ he asked once again. I was gonna hate myself for
the decision I was about to make. I closed my eyes briefly and nodded. I’m
still weak when it comes to Roman. He sighed in relieve and stood up. ‘’Let’s
‘’I gotta tell Bryson first, I ain’t leaving
like this.’’ I said as I stood up. Roman looked at me worriedly. ‘’I’ll be
right back,’’ I reassured him. As I was about to walk over to Bryson, Roman
grabbed my hand and made me turn around. ‘’What’s wrong?’’
‘’Nothing, it’s just…’’ He bit his lip and
looked at me up and down, ‘’You look so luscious.’’
‘’I’ll be right back,’’ I lightly smiled and
walked over to Bryson while wearing my coat. ‘’Hey, I just bumped into a friend
of mine and we wanted to catch up, we haven’t seen each other in ages.’’
‘’Oh,’’ he looked a little disappointed, ‘’um
alright I think.’’ He smiled and gave me a hug. ‘’Have fun. I hope you enjoyed
‘’Thank you and I did, thanks for
everything.’’ I waved at him as he exited the place. I couldn’t help but feel
guilty towards him. As I turned around Roman was standing right behind me.
‘’What about your beautiful date?’’ I asked.
‘’I left her some money and told her to do
with it what she wanted. She seemed happier when I gave her the money than
taking her out on a date.’’ He chuckled. I shook my head and grinned, walking
outside with Roman following behind me. I made my way towards his car and
waited for him to unlock the doors. ‘’Seems like you still remember,’’ he said
as he sat down.
‘’Something such as your car makes quite a
statement.’’ I said as I fastened my seatbelt. He chuckled. I inhaled the familiar scent of his car; it still
smelled new with a touch of peach. I looked around and saw he still had the car
mat I gave him. Roman once spilled his drink while I was driving his car so I
decided to buy another mat for him and he was so happy once he discovered it. I
smiled at the memory and looked out of the window as he started to drive
towards his house. What used to be a car filled with stories, laughter and
sometimes even the harmonious sound between our bodies colliding together, was
no longer the case; not one word was being exchanged between the two of us. We
drove into his street and a weird feeling came up, nostalgia came close to
describe it. As we entered his house, all the memories came up again.
‘’You okay?’’ He asked. I nodded and walked
towards him into the living room. ‘’You want anything to drink?’’ I shook my
head and sat down on his couch. I had so much mixed feelings right now. ‘’Thank
you for coming,’’ he started as he sat next to me.
‘’You’re welcome.’’ I quietly said.
‘’I made a huge mistake,’’ He whispered,
‘’the moment I let you go.’’
‘’And it took you four months to realize?’’
I huffed as I stood up. ‘’I fought for us Roman, I wanted things to work out
between us. I knew I had to adapt myself to your lifestyle and I tried my
‘’I know you did, I saw how much you tried
and I appreciated it but do you think I liked seeing you having trouble with
‘’You could’ve accepted the fact that I did
my best? You ended it just like that,’’ I teared up. ‘’I wanted to try, Roman.
I never understood why you couldn’t.’’
‘’There was a reason why I ended things,
y/n. You think I liked seeing you like that? Bursting out in tears whenever I
left? Feeling obligated to stay with me?’’ He stood up and walked towards me.
‘’I never wanted you feel that way, I care about you too much.’’
‘’Yeah sure, if you cared about me at all,
you would’ve tried.’’ I turned around so I was facing him.
‘’You know what they say; you don’t know
what you have until it’s gone and I’ve realized I need you.’’ He spoke.
‘’After everything I’ve been through, you
actually have the nerve to say that now?’’ I asked stunned, ‘’Are you being
serious right now or are you playing some kind of sick game because this isn’t
the slightest bit funny.’’ My voice full with frustration and disbelieve. It
was like I had no control over my body as my hand flew upwards to meet his
face. He was quick in action and prevented my hand making contact with his
cheek. His large hand wrapped round my wrist easily
‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’ he asked
angrily. He stepped closer to me so there wasn’t any space left between our
bodies, my wrist still in his tight grip.
‘’I-I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention,’’ I
stuttered, shocked by what I just tried to do. ‘’I should go now.’’
‘’You’re not going anywhere babygirl.’’ His
pupils were blown, pure lust and fury in his eyes. Hearing him call me like
that after months, made me get goosebumps. ‘’When I saw you with that guy in the
restaurant, something snapped,’’ He wrapped his arm around my tiny waist, his
beard brushed against my cheek as he whispered, ‘’no one gets to touch you like
that, only me.’’ His deep voice spoke. Without warning he picked me up and
threw me over his shoulder as he carried me upstairs.
‘’Roman put me down,’’ I said, trying to
sound convincing. He chuckled and smacked my ass. I squealed and dug my nails
in his back. Once we entered his familiar bedroom, he threw me on the bed with
so much force that I bounced in the middle. He started to loosen up his tie as
he hovered above me.
‘’You think you could just try to hit me
huh?’’ Roman growled as he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my
head. ‘’You were wrong babygirl, actions have consequences.’’
‘’Roman I don’t think we should be doing
this,’’ I breathed heavily as he tied my hands to the bedframe with his black
tie. He smirked as his hands roamed over my whole body. I betrayed myself by
letting out a muffled moan. Who was I fooling? I wanted him as much as he
‘’I can stop if you want me to,’’ he
whispered as he started to pull back. I shook my head and bit my lip. ‘’Tell me
what you want,’’ he demanded, his lips touching mine lightly. I didn’t know
what to think, say or do that moment. I missed everything about him; his smell,
the way his body felt, his touch. I was completely overwhelmed by everything
that was happening but you didn’t hear me complaining. ‘’I still haven’t heard
anything yet.’’ He unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it across the room, leaving
‘’Please Roman, I need you,’’ I admitted as
I looked him in the eye. The words sounded familiar leaving my lips. Suddenly,
I remembered something, something he always enjoyed hearing me say, his
weakness. ‘’Please daddy,’’ I whispered. His eyes widened and I could tell his
whole body language changed from need to lust. A low growl left his chest as he
tore the dress off my body. I was about to complain about ruining my favorite
gown, but when he looked me in the eye, I forgot about everything.
‘’Look at you,’’ he licked his lips and got
rid of his pants, ‘’all merciful for me.’’ He bent down and unclasped my bra.
‘’Lay back baby, let daddy take care of you.’’
‘’Oh fuck,’’ I moaned as his lips closed
around my right nipple, sucking slowly while looking at me. I threw my head
back in pleasure, enjoying the way his touch felt against my heated body. His
large hands lazily trailed to the waistband of my lace panties, slipping his
hand inside. My body tingled as my sensitive bundle of nerves was being touched
after so long.
‘’You’re already dripping babygirl, you
missed daddy that much, didn’t you?’’ Roman murmured. I nodded, not being able
to talk. His tongue left a wet trail from my collarbone to my ear, biting on my
earlobe as he pushed his digits inside of me agonizingly slow. I gasped in
pleasure as I felt my walls being stretched. Since we broke up, I haven’t been
with anyone else. I haven’t craved anyone else their touch but his’.
‘’Fuck baby you’re so tight,’’ he groaned as
he looked down. My back arched off the queen sized bed, breathing heavily. He
pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly while biting down on my neck. ‘’You
love riding daddy’s fingers, don’t you babygirl? You love it when I tell you
not to cum, when I whisper dirty things in your ear that turn you on and only
make you wetter,’’ his deep, rough voice whispered against my skin. ‘’Tell me,
who does this pussy belong to?’’
‘’Y-you daddy,’’ I whimpered. He slowly
added a third finger, making me scream in pleasure. I tried to wiggle my hands
free from the knot he made so I could do something. I had no idea what, maybe
grab his hair or the sheets, something. Once he felt my walls clench around his
fingers, he stopped and gently pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me
breathless. The heat in my lower abdomen got stronger as he licked his fingers
and hummed in approval.
‘’Not yet baby,’’ was all he said as he got
rid of my panties and spread my legs. He dove in between my thighs, kissing my
drenched pussy like he was kissing me. My head fell back and my eyes closed,
letting my other senses take over. His tongue circled my clit slowly before
sucking on it gently, inserting his tongue in me right after. I could feel my
climax already starting to form, he never had to do much to make me cum, his
voice alone was enough.
‘’Roman I’m…so…fuck,’’ I moaned, not able to
make a proper sentence. The pleasure he was giving me made me feel intoxicated.
He hummed against me causing my hips to rise. He placed his strong arm around
my waist, holding me down. ‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ I breathed heavily.
‘’Good girls ask for permission.’’ He said
as he added his fingers back inside of me. I couldn’t postpone my orgasm longer
so I had no choice.
‘’Can I cum please,’’ I whimpered, ‘’please
‘’Cum for daddy,’’ he smirked and delved his
tongue further in my entrance, making me see stats. I haven’t felt this good in
a long time. He licked his lips as he crawled back up to kiss me. I groaned
when I tasted myself as his tongue slipped in my mouth. We kissed for a good
five minutes or so, all the anger, sadness and frustration seemed to have
disappeared. I was stalking for myself; Roman, at the other hand, was still
frustrated and I could tell by his whole body language. Besides, I know him too
pulled back, we were both breathing heavily while looking at each other. He
climbed off his bed, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. My mouth
watered as my eyes fell from his eyes to his dick. ‘’You missed daddy’s dick?’’
He purred as he started to stroke himself while walking to the side of the bed.
I nodded and wiggled my hips. He chuckled and climbed back on the bed again,
knees next to my body so his dick almost touching my lips. ‘’Suck it,’’ he demanded.
I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip, making his head fall back. One hand
found his way in my hair as the other started to rub my pussy again. ‘’Ah fuck
babygirl, I missed that little mouth of yours,’’ he grunted as I moaned. I
could hardly focus as he slowly rubbed my pussy. My mouth closed over his dick,
sucking slowly, each time taking more of him. I looked up at him; his eyes shut
in pleasure, his whole body tensed. I could feel his dick throb so I knew he
was close to cum. He hissed and yanked my hair back, bending down to kiss me. ‘’You
want me inside of you?’’
I nodded, watching him walk to the end of
his bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt so vulnerable but safe at the same
time. He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing his dick up and down against
my wet slit. He pushed himself inside of
me slowly. I gasped at how big he felt; like he was doing me for the very first
time. ‘’Jesus y/n you’re fucking tight,’’
‘’Oh fuck,’’ I whispered. He kept his slow
pace going for a while, letting me adjust to his size. After he felt like I was
stretched enough, he lifted my leg onto his shoulder and started to vigorously thrust,
literally taking my breath away. My head started to spin, my body tingled and I
knew I wasn’t going to last long. Neither was Roman.
‘’Ain’t nobody ever told you who your real
daddy is?’’ he growled, ‘’You’re mine and I ain’t letting you go anymore,’’
I moaned at the heartwarming yet extremely
hot statement he made. This man is just too amazing for words and I’ve missed
him. So much. ‘’I’m so close,’’ I moaned. He lightly smiled and started to rub
my clit in fast motions. ‘’Oohh myy goddd.’’ My voice grew louder, my insides
started to clench around him, the heat in my lower abdomen was starting to
build; signing that I was close to another orgasm. Roman noticed and I could
tell he was also on the verge by the way his thrusts became sloppy and slow,
his breathing became heavier. His dick started to throb inside of me, pushing
against my walls which created this incredibly pleasurable feeling.
‘’Cum for daddy babygirl,’’ he moaned.
‘’Romann,’’ I cried out his name as my
orgasm shattered throughout my entire body. Roman followed shortly after; his
dick twitching inside of me while moaning my name. As I opened my eyes, his
hands were placed at either side of my face. I smiled at him and he gave me one
in return as he untied my hands. ‘’I think I’ll have to stay the night,’’ I
spoke as I snuggled up against him under the covers. He chuckled and placed his
arm around me.
‘’I’m really sorry y/n, about everything,’’
he genuinely said, ‘’I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry for not accepting that
‘’That’s all in the past now Ro,’’ I
‘’Good to hear, because I was thinking,’’ he
looked at me and caressed my cheek, ‘’maybe we should try again?’’
He patiently waited for my answer. Not that
I had to think about it, I just wanted to make him sweat. ‘’Alright, let’s try.’’
I smiled. He kissed me and intertwined our fingers.
‘’I promise you, you won’t regret it y/n, I love you.’’ He sealed his
words with a passionate kiss and we both drifted off.