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roman felt the way she tightened around his fingers, felt the trembling of her thighs, and knew what was coming. he smirked to himself, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, wanting to give her his full attention as she came undone for the first time in front of him.

“you look so pretty when you cum,” he praised, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead — intimate, soft, something he wasn’t used to be wanted with her, anyway.

“do you want to go again?” a sly grin slipped over his features, knowing he could make her cum a million times over but being considerate enough to ask if she wanted to making him cocky. “or are you too spent, angel?”

Last question- do you want to visit Anya again?

the familiar electric jolt of anxiety sparked down roman’s spine, sparing no vertebrae. he swallowed hard, his mouth instantly dry from the question. but still, he knew his answer. it rang within him uncontested, a truth unable to be ignored. it felt like a building storm inside of his chest, looming and ever present, knowing all that was to come.

“please,” he managed, his gaze stunned but genuine.

“She’s almost a year now,” she whispered, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly as she guided him down the hall. There was so much she wanted to tell him- about her first words, her tiny giggles that tinkled like fairy bells, the way she fit perfectly still in Allie’s arms at night. It had been ages since Roman had visited them both...had Anya eevn been sitting up by herself yet?

“You could stay the night...if you wanted.”

they paused outside of the nursery door, roman’s heartbeat hammering in his veins. he knew she was on the other side, curled up in her crib, long eyelashes just like letha’s resting on her cheeks.

“a year,” he breathed, crossing his arms over his chest. so much can happen in a year. he wondered to himself if she would even recognize him when he walked through that door, if she would cry as someone she assumed to be a stranger entered the safe haven of her bedroom.

“can i — can i see her first?” he knew the possibility that seeing anya would hurt him too much; they both knew that much was reasonable.

Allie nodded, rose up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, her heart aching for Roman as she watched him physically struggle with his decision. He looked so like a little boy, worrying his plump bottom keep between his teeth, a rosy tinge on his cheeks as his eyes darted back and forth.

She reached back and opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake Anya, but on turning toward the crib discovered her careful measures were moot. Anya sat upright in her crib, gnawing on a stuffed toy, bright eyes shining even in the soft glow of her night lamp. As soon as she spotted Allie, she crawled to the bars and pulled herself up to standing, then bounced up and down, cooing as she did.

“Hi little girl...remember Uncle Roman?”

uncle. he’d been the one to agree on the title, but it stung like nothing else. it tasted bittersweet on his tongue.

but all of that, all of the pain and the difficulty of the situation, melted away the second he met anya’s eyes. she’d cut a few teeth since he had last seen her; her big, wide smile as she looked up at allie was now dotted with just a few white teeth, her eyes wide and happy. he couldn’t be aching when this perfect little girl was in front of him, happy just to be alive and loved.

he walked up to the bars of anya’s crib, looking down at her.

“hi, pretty girl,” he greeted her, bending down slightly so he was eye level with her. she cooed, gripping roman’s heart like a vice. “it’s been a little while, hasn’t it?”

Anya reached between the wooden bars and placed her plump, tiny hands on his hollow cheeks, her eyes bright, curious even. Her mouth was drawn into a furiously concentrated pout as she squeezed his face, her round little face wrinkling up in a way that made Allie want to squeeze her tightly and kiss her cheeks.

“You can hold her if you want to?” Even as she said it, Allie reached into the crib and plucked Anya from her spot at the bars, cradled her against her chest, took Roman’s hand in hers and squeezed it again. She had seen something hard flit across his face when she has called him “Uncle” Roman, felt the need to make up for it even now. “She’s big into hair pulling right now, so watch out.”

roman took anya in his arms, a soft, amused laugh dancing over his lips at allie’s warning. “she takes after you,” he replied.

the weight of holding anya in his arms, of holding his daughter, brought simultaneous comfort and anxiety. she looked so much like her mother, even in the ways she looked like roman. her hair stuck up the same way letha’s had in the early mornings, the shape of her eyes sculpted from the same porcelain. he knew that with her, he wouldn’t ever have to let go of letha, but he also could never let go of olivia. he didn’t know which won anymore.

he decided not to think about it. he cradled anya in his arms; she was nearly too big now, to be held like this, but he wanted to cherish it a moment longer. he looked up at allie, his eyes reflecting the way his heart melted. “thank you,” he almost whispered. “for everything. i don’t think things would be the same if you hadn’t been there.”

Last question- do you want to visit Anya again?

the familiar electric jolt of anxiety sparked down roman’s spine, sparing no vertebrae. he swallowed hard, his mouth instantly dry from the question. but still, he knew his answer. it rang within him uncontested, a truth unable to be ignored. it felt like a building storm inside of his chest, looming and ever present, knowing all that was to come.

“please,” he managed, his gaze stunned but genuine.

“She’s almost a year now,” she whispered, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly as she guided him down the hall. There was so much she wanted to tell him- about her first words, her tiny giggles that tinkled like fairy bells, the way she fit perfectly still in Allie’s arms at night. It had been ages since Roman had visited them both...had Anya eevn been sitting up by herself yet?

“You could stay the night...if you wanted.”

they paused outside of the nursery door, roman’s heartbeat hammering in his veins. he knew she was on the other side, curled up in her crib, long eyelashes just like letha’s resting on her cheeks.

“a year,” he breathed, crossing his arms over his chest. so much can happen in a year. he wondered to himself if she would even recognize him when he walked through that door, if she would cry as someone she assumed to be a stranger entered the safe haven of her bedroom.

“can i — can i see her first?” he knew the possibility that seeing anya would hurt him too much; they both knew that much was reasonable.

Allie nodded, rose up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, her heart aching for Roman as she watched him physically struggle with his decision. He looked so like a little boy, worrying his plump bottom keep between his teeth, a rosy tinge on his cheeks as his eyes darted back and forth.

She reached back and opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake Anya, but on turning toward the crib discovered her careful measures were moot. Anya sat upright in her crib, gnawing on a stuffed toy, bright eyes shining even in the soft glow of her night lamp. As soon as she spotted Allie, she crawled to the bars and pulled herself up to standing, then bounced up and down, cooing as she did.

“Hi little girl...remember Uncle Roman?”

uncle. he’d been the one to agree on the title, but it stung like nothing else. it tasted bittersweet on his tongue.

but all of that, all of the pain and the difficulty of the situation, melted away the second he met anya’s eyes. she’d cut a few teeth since he had last seen her; her big, wide smile as she looked up at allie was now dotted with just a few white teeth, her eyes wide and happy. he couldn’t be aching when this perfect little girl was in front of him, happy just to be alive and loved.

he walked up to the bars of anya’s crib, looking down at her.

“hi, pretty girl,” he greeted her, bending down slightly so he was eye level with her. she cooed, gripping roman’s heart like a vice. “it’s been a little while, hasn’t it?”

Last question- do you want to visit Anya again?

the familiar electric jolt of anxiety sparked down roman’s spine, sparing no vertebrae. he swallowed hard, his mouth instantly dry from the question. but still, he knew his answer. it rang within him uncontested, a truth unable to be ignored. it felt like a building storm inside of his chest, looming and ever present, knowing all that was to come.

“please,” he managed, his gaze stunned but genuine.

“She’s almost a year now,” she whispered, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly as she guided him down the hall. There was so much she wanted to tell him- about her first words, her tiny giggles that tinkled like fairy bells, the way she fit perfectly still in Allie’s arms at night. It had been ages since Roman had visited them both...had Anya eevn been sitting up by herself yet?

“You could stay the night...if you wanted.”

they paused outside of the nursery door, roman’s heartbeat hammering in his veins. he knew she was on the other side, curled up in her crib, long eyelashes just like letha’s resting on her cheeks.

“a year,” he breathed, crossing his arms over his chest. so much can happen in a year. he wondered to himself if she would even recognize him when he walked through that door, if she would cry as someone she assumed to be a stranger entered the safe haven of her bedroom.

“can i — can i see her first?” he knew the possibility that seeing anya would hurt him too much; they both knew that much was reasonable.

#the devil and god │ alessandra #//I AM SO FUCKING READY TO REVIVE THIS PLOT

Last question- do you want to visit Anya again?

the familiar electric jolt of anxiety sparked down roman’s spine, sparing no vertebrae. he swallowed hard, his mouth instantly dry from the question. but still, he knew his answer. it rang within him uncontested, a truth unable to be ignored. it felt like a building storm inside of his chest, looming and ever present, knowing all that was to come.

“please,” he managed, his gaze stunned but genuine.

Also did you steal my grey sweater and lace panties while I was out of town again?

uh. no....? why would i ever do something like that....?

How...how serious are you about knocking me up?

serious as a heart attack, al.

Hey, hotshot. I've got a discount code for delivery ramen and a marathon of bad horror movies in my cue to laugh at. You want me to pick you up now or later?

the sooner the better.

roman’s heart (and cock) ached at the sight of her now, so awash in the glow of physical euphoria, her cheeks turning the same shade as her hair as she waited for roman’s first move. she was angelic, a glimmer of starlight in an otherwise blank night. and, god, was she wet; it had been cute before, when he hadn’t yet touched her, but now the sensation was tantalizing. he needed her just as she needed him.

her voice, nearly broken with the need and unspoken adoration he knew was swirling within her just as it was within him, was all he needed. he pressed a reassuring kiss to her thigh, gentle and sweet and so full of everything he was afraid to say. i know, i know, i know; the words buzzed around inside of his skull like bees on a summer afternoon, incessant and pleading.

turning his attention back to her pussy, roman’s tongue traced precise circles around her clit, never quite touching it but getting close enough to listen to her breathing hitch in her chest; he glanced up, locking eyes with her before flattening his tongue against her clit, his hands on her hips. how desperately he wanted to write love letters with his tongue inside of her now; how fearful he was that she would know, that she would turn away from him and run. he hoped that the softness in his eyes, the gentle hands on her body, were enough.

The way Roman touched her had Mae melting where she laid. For a second, it almost felt like she could read his mind, his affection pouring from his lips to her heart. Maybe she wasn’t one sided in all this. Maybe he felt just as strongly as she. But that was a conversation for later.

In that moment, all she could truly focus on was Roman’s tongue, how it lavished her core. When it flattened against her clit, her back arched, her knuckles turning white as he gripped his hair. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, forcing herself to keep her eyes locked with his. Anything to know that the warmth in his green eyes wasn’t a hallucination. That what they had, in that moment, was real. They were real, and maybe… Maybe that four letter word flowed between the two of them, wholly reciprocated. Still, her eyelids couldn’t help but flutter as he continued to eat her out. “Ro… Roman, that feels so good…!”

he couldn’t help the self-satisfied look that blossomed on his face, still buried contentedly in her pussy. he couldn’t remember the last time praise felt so good; he knew, logically, that it was because he cared for liked mae a little too much, but it didn’t keep him from reveling in the splendor of her fingers pulling at his hair, her eyes rolling back.

moving one hand from her hip, he pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them slowly. with the way she was reacting, the way she made roman feel, he wouldn’t mind dying right here, between her perfect thighs. he sucked softly at her clit, raising a perfect eyebrow at her as if asking for approval, an artist seeking appraisal.

if he were being cheesy honest, though, the real purveyor of the art was himself, watching as she squirmed and gasped just inches in front of him.

justanotherrpmemeblog

My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION.

if i get you those panties, would i be allowed to cut them off of you?

Well, you bought it, so I guess you can break it. 😉

and if i told you they’d be here tomorrow...?

I’d say you work fast, and I need to do some stretching so I don’t hurt myself tomorrow. Would you like me to wear a corset, too?

i am IN PUBLIC.

but the answer is yes.

Oh, then I probably shouldn’t mention that it’s an under-bust corset... and that I plan on not wearing a bra. No, definitely a bad idea to mention that...

Oh, and that I got new fishnets.

if you’re trying to drive me crazy, you’re going to pay for it later. i’ll spare you the details.

if i get you those panties, would i be allowed to cut them off of you?

Well, you bought it, so I guess you can break it. 😉

and if i told you they’d be here tomorrow...?

I’d say you work fast, and I need to do some stretching so I don’t hurt myself tomorrow. Would you like me to wear a corset, too?

#sweetest downfall │ mae #((as if he doesnt love the thrill of a public boner))

i am IN PUBLIC.

but the answer is yes.

if i get you those panties, would i be allowed to cut them off of you?

Well, you bought it, so I guess you can break it. 😉

and if i told you they’d be here tomorrow...?

#we don't love with our teeth │ desires #:’’)

nottnice

Hey, hotshot. I've got a discount code for delivery ramen and a marathon of bad horror movies in my cue to laugh at. You want me to pick you up now or later?

the sooner the better.

roman’s heart (and cock) ached at the sight of her now, so awash in the glow of physical euphoria, her cheeks turning the same shade as her hair as she waited for roman’s first move. she was angelic, a glimmer of starlight in an otherwise blank night. and, god, was she wet; it had been cute before, when he hadn’t yet touched her, but now the sensation was tantalizing. he needed her just as she needed him.

her voice, nearly broken with the need and unspoken adoration he knew was swirling within her just as it was within him, was all he needed. he pressed a reassuring kiss to her thigh, gentle and sweet and so full of everything he was afraid to say. i know, i know, i know; the words buzzed around inside of his skull like bees on a summer afternoon, incessant and pleading.

turning his attention back to her pussy, roman’s tongue traced precise circles around her clit, never quite touching it but getting close enough to listen to her breathing hitch in her chest; he glanced up, locking eyes with her before flattening his tongue against her clit, his hands on her hips. how desperately he wanted to write love letters with his tongue inside of her now; how fearful he was that she would know, that she would turn away from him and run. he hoped that the softness in his eyes, the gentle hands on her body, were enough.