𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀

hello there! romana is an original character, based off the show sons of anarchy. her secondary verse is currently based around the show supernatural, but we’re open to writing with any fandom! we’re original character, crossover, mutil fandom friendly! 

mun is over the age of twenty-one and is in the est timezone. feel free to like a starter call, send a meme, or plot with us! 

please read rules before interacting!

biography: this contains every little bit of information about romana and her background. the basics will almost never change, but depending on verse and/or plot, the biography might. 

meme tag: feel free to send in whatever you’d like, no matter how long ago it was posted. i only ask that if it’s a symbol, you send in the entire sentence(s) behind it. 

promo: don’t feel like you have to, but if you want to, you could totally reblog this. i’d always love more people to write with, even if i’m slower than a sloth. 

banned: i do have a list of faces i refuse to write with. in a very rare case, if i’m convinced, exceptions will be made. 

verses: main verse // supernatural // criminal minds // mayans mc // law and order: special victims unit // chicago one // it: chapter two // doctor who 

His hands caught the panties she’d tossed into his lap, brought them to his nose. He breathed in the scent of her arousal and then stood, left her underwear on the chair. 

Damon watched as she climbed into position on the bed and spread her legs, exposing her glistening sex for him. His clothes vanished in a swirl of black orbs, reappeared on the floor beside the chair. 

Slowly he approached the bed, climbed up behind her, stroking himself until he was fully erect. Resting his other hand on her hip, he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance and nudged gently. Normally he would use his fingers to prepare her, but she was so wet and completely aroused that this time it didn’t matter.

With a low grunt he pushed inside her, slowly, forcing her body to take him in inch by inch—and then all at once as he sheathed himself to the hilt in one sudden thrust. He leaned over her, pinning her beneath him, his mouth near her ear.

He tugged lightly at her earlobe with his teeth before releasing it. This time, they would be successful in breeding her—he could sense it. “I’m going to give you a child tonight, Romana.” His voice was low, rough—and definitive. Slowly he began to move, not even giving her body time to adjust before he was thrusting deep inside her, the way she wanted, forcing her to feel every inch of him. “Can you sense it?” Already she was so utterly aroused, her body so receptive to him—he could smell it, taste it from the tiny changes in her scent, her skin. 

the bed dipping behind her was exciting, because she knew he was about to be inside her. she knew she was about to be full of the cock she craved so dearly. truthfully, that was all she really wanted, every second of every day. she’d happily live her life being pinned beneath him. 

feeling his cock enter her, she moaned, feeling herself stretch around him. it was a feeling she’d never fully become used to, because she couldn’t believe how much pleasure that one move could bring. 

“fuck, you always feel so good.” 

her hands curled into the blankets as she moved her body against his, rocking back against his thrusts. her eyes were closed, lips parted, soft moans coming through. “i can,” she whispered. the way her body felt, she knew something was different, that she’d conceive. “you’re going to fuck me so good, aren’t you?” it wasn’t a question she had to ask because she already knew the answer to it. 

“Time is not the boss of us,” he reminded her as he snapped his fingers.  The TARDIS doors opened.  “We have all the time in the world to get you a costume.  Come on, we might even be able to just find something in the TARDIS.”

that garners her an eyeroll. he’s stopped caring about the law before he’d even reached adulthood. “you act like it’s the first one i’ve committed.”

the woman shook her head, disbelief written over her expression. “you can’t be serious,” she huffed. “i’m involved in this one now. does that even matter to you?” 

Despite the fact the situation wasn’t remotely funny (okay, maybe it was in an ironic sort of way), Damon bit back a laugh. As it was, he lifted his head and gave her a quick, feral smile that wasn’t at all friendly. “In a few months, they will.”

His hips rolled, and gods with the way she was driving to meet him, her warmth gripping him tight, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was again coming inside her. “When you’re swollen, heavy with my child in your womb, Romana, they’ll know.”

Harder now, searching for her own pleasure—and his. He’d never hung around long enough before, but fuck, this time he wanted to see what she would look like seven, eight months schwanger. Maybe because she wanted it as badly as he did, that he didn’t even really have to trick her, that she already wanted to become a mother—regardless of who the father was. She didn’t even know him other than his name; he was just her walking sperm donor. 

Really, Damon was perfectly fine with that. 

she wanted more than anything for it to be now, to be swelling with their child, but she knew she had to wait. in a few months, when her belly was beginning to round, she’d show it off every chance she could. she longed for people to know she had been claimed, even if she didn’t quite know who he was. 

the harder he thrust into her, the more she moved her hips. she rolled to meet his thrusts, moans falling from her lips. if she thought her neighbors could hear her, it’d only add to the moment, though that wasn’t something she’d voice. not when he was making her feel so good. 

gradually, her walls began to tighten around him, heat building in her stomach. she was close. hands came to rest of his back, nails raking down his skin, marking him. only a few moments later and she was cumming hard, body trying desperately to milk him through his own release.