DaniiWrites

It's me @lavitabella87 a.k.a DaniiMac! I’m an 80s baby, so please… no minors here. This is NOT a safe space.

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Master List

Here’s my little library of debauchery.

Film and TV Based Stories here.

Original Fiction here.

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Roman Reigns NSFW Alphabet

{Dog Days of Summer Challenge} Desert Fest

{Little Wrestling Fic’s October Challenge} - Sacred Ink

Sneak peak of Ruin.

Sneak peak of The Devil Inside.

Dividers by @cafekitsune​.

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List of Superpowers

An incomplete list of powers that can be used for good and evil.

amalgamation – ability to merge existing creations

attack powers – blasting, shock waves, object projection, fire breath, laser vision, etc.

creation – ability to create out of nothing

dream manipulation – ability to change dreams

echolocation – ability to determine locations through reflected sound waves

elasticity – ability to stretch their body in any way

element control - ability to control the elements

emotions manipulation – ability to manipulate the emotions of others and themselves

empathy – ability to feel and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others

energy absorption – ability to absorb energy from people and objects and use it

enhanced physical skills – like senses, stamina, strength, accuracy, intelligence, speed, etc.

fear inducement – ability to evoke extreme fear and horror in others

flight – ability to fly

hypnosis – ability to hypnotise and manipulate others

immortality – not being able to die

immutability – not being able to get altered by outside forces

invisibility – impossible to see

invulnerability – being immune to all forms of physical harm

knowledge replication – ability to replicate the knowledge and skills of others

levitation – ability to levitate in the air

magic – conjuring things

mind control – having control over another’s mind

omnilingualism – ability to speak and understand every language

portal creation – ability to create portals for transport

psychokinesis – ability to move energy and matter

reality warping – ability to manipulate reality

regeneration – ability to rapidly heal

replication – ability to replicate people (including themselves) and objects

self-detonation – ability to self-explode

shapeshifting – ability to change their appearance

telekinesis – ability to move objects with their mind

telepathy – ability to communicate through their minds

teleportation – ability to instantaneously travel

temperature resistance – ability to survive extreme temperatures

vocal mind control – ability to control people with their voice

x-ray vision – ability to see x-rays

More: Hero & Villain Masterpost

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https://x.com/wb_loe/status/1833854339393241405?s=46

Savannah and terry🫦

Hahahaha!! Accurate!

[mooodywrites]

observational skills: anthony joshua x black!fem reader

summary: 😅

warnings: 18+, NSFW. wc: 1.7k

“I feel like your hands would look so good around my throat.” You casually said.

Anthony doesn’t reply, he looks over at you. You feel his eyes on you, but instead you decide to play clueless, keeping your head down your phone becoming so interesting.

“You wanna repeat that for me?” He asks.

As you lifted your head to meet his eyes, you shrug. “I think you heard me just fine.” Turning your attention back to your phone.

He nods once, sort of like he’s making a mental note.

The night wound down just like the rest of the day, easily. You and him both had time in y’all schedules to do nothing; spend a little time together. Then come back home and be lazy. Anthony was finishing his nightly routine while you were barely paying attention to the TV. He came out of your shared bathroom shirtless in a pair of sweats hanging low on his hips; he makes his way over to you, climbing in the bed laying on his stomach between your thighs.

He rests his head on your thighs, kissing the exposed skin since you’re wearing an old T-shirt of his. His clothes are your favorite thing to sleep in and he highkey loves seeing you in them. “You ‘gon keep playing coy?” He asks lowly, letting hands rub up your thighs, always having to touch you in some way.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about AJ.” You breathe.

He hums, not in approval but in feigned surprise. “You don’t?”

Your eyes are low as you nod slowly, watching your man rest between your legs like it’s his favorite place to be. “Guess we gotta change that, right?” He says, shifting himself onto his elbows, allowing him the space to move around. He drops a kiss on the inner part of your thigh, working his way up to under the old shirt. As he gets closer to your pussy, he switches to your other thigh doing the same thing.

“Stop teasing me.” You whine.

He of course ignores you. In his mind he’s already made up that he’s setting the pace for tonight. His eyes look up and you truly take in how beautiful he is. His eyes were your favorite feature of his; they just held this light to them. You could always get lost in them. Tonight though, the usual light in his eyes is replaced with a smoldering heat.

As he finally ends his teasing, he pulls you close to him, letting your legs rest on his shoulders. In moving you closer to him, the shirt rode up and leaves your lower half uncovered; to get it out the way completely you pull the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind you. He breathes in deep, taking in the scent of your arousal mixed with whatever body wash you used during your shower and some vanilla scented body butter, your skin soft and supple against his. You watch as he unfurls his tongue, then flattens it while dragging it up your slit. You moan softly, the eye contact from him turning you on more than the act of him eating you out. His tongue continues to lap against your pussy; your hands caress the back of his head, trying to pull him closer to you while your hips grind against his face chasing your release. You try to close your legs over his face, the pleasure too much but, he quickly readjusts his arms under your thighs, keeping them open allowing him to feast.

His tongue moves to your clit, lapping at it softly; like he’s eating ice cream on a hot day. Alternating between that and the sloppy figure eights against the sensitive bud. You feel that coil in your stomach tightening, your moans get higher and airier, like you’re begging him with out actually saying a word. He releases your thighs, only to push them back, folding you in half while keeping his mouth attached to your pussy.

This new position allows him to slip two fingers inside of you, slowly pumping in and out of you. Your walls clench around them involuntarily, a low groan leaving his mouth as he mutters against your center, “Uh uh, open that pussy back up for me baby.” Fingers still dragging against your walls, a breathy mewl slips out of your mouth. You can feel him smile against you, he knows your body better than you do. He knows you’re close.

“Give it to me.” He mumbles, wrapping his lips around your clit pulling it gently between his lips.

“Anthony— “you gasp squeezing your eyes shut.

As if on command, the orgasm crashed into you. Body tensing up while your back arched; and he licked you through it all.

He pulls back, lower half of his face drenched in you. He doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath, instead he’s hovered over you, gold chain that he always keeps tucked under his shirt, dangling in your face as he drops down to start kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself off his tongue. You moan into the kiss, it all being an aphrodisiac. Slowing down, he breaks the kiss and pulling back enough to let a line of saliva drip from his mouth into yours. You catch it, pulling him back down to you, immediately turned on again, getting loss in the lip lock.

He moves to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there. “You got another one for me?” He rasps between the sloppy kisses he’s leaving. Continuing his assault down your body, he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking softly, his other hand pinching the other one between his thumb and index finger. Your answer wrapped in a moan while nodding at the same time. He moves to stand at the edge of the bed then it dawns on you that he just ate you out like his life depended on it, completely forgetting he also has dick to offer too.

Your eyes rake over him while he takes his sweats off, that being the only article of clothing between you and him at this point in the night. As your eyes work lower, they focus on the deep V cut that leads to his dick. He’s palming it through his sweats before he takes them off fully. His dick bounces out, resting pretty between strong thighs. It’s about a shade darker than the rest of his skin, with the tip being slightly lighter and a thick vein running down the underside of it.

He’s stroking himself, looking at you laid out in front of him. Naked, hair wild, pupils blown with lust and both sets of lips swollen from his doing. To him, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Absentmindedly, your hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing small circles on your clit. He watches you, tongue running against his bottom lip. Not the one to want to miss the fun, he pulls you to him by your ankle, your legs falling open.

Your fingers are still moving over your clit as he grips his dick at the base, pushing himself in bottoming out in one full stroke. Anthony takes a moment before moving again as he feels your walls fluttering around him. A moan slips out from how warm you feel around him. Your legs rest on his hips as he begins a lazy stroke, moving his hips slowly, the curve dragging over that sensitive spot deep inside.

You move your hands from between your thighs, bringing them to his mouth, letting him taste you off your fingers. You grip his chin slightly to get him to focus on you—you wanted him to be in the moment for this.

“You feel what you do to me baby?” You coo.

He had a thing for talking you through it, but you wanted to let him know how he made you feel tonight. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down closer to you, tugging his ear lobe between your teeth, nibbling on it softly. He exhaled, like he was trying to hold back.

“Don’t hold back, I can take it.”

And that was the line that broke his resolve; his hips sped up, thrusts becoming messier. He wraps his hand around your throat, and you gasp from the amount of pressure he ‘s applying. It’s just enough for you to feel a little lightheaded from the lack of oxygen but also pleasurable— intensifying the relentless strokes he’s giving. The quick moment of silence between the two of you allows you to hear how wet you are.

Your moans are rolling from your lips freely and he loves how vocal you are.

“Make a fuckin’ mess for me,” he mutters. His strokes slow down as you both look at where you're connected. A steady in and out motion, the sounds almost obscene. “Can you do that for me baby?” nodding your head rapidly, you feel that telltale sign that you’re close and he does too. You squeeze your eyes shut, “I’mcomingI’mcomingI’mcoming!” Pleasurable waves crashed over you, body tensing for a second before it relaxes into the mattress. Anthony’s not far behind you, heavy breaths against the side of your face and those once again messy strokes.

“Let go for me, daddy.” You whisper into the room.

Like a command, his body tenses, white-hot pleasure consuming him, with zero urge to even try to pull out. He fully drops his weight on you, trying to catch his breath. After a few moments, he pushes himself up over you and pulls out slowly. The sudden loss of him causes a shaky exhale from you, and he’s watching the mixture of you and him spill out of you—eyes fixated between your legs. He shakes his head, turning to walk to the bathroom. Coming back a few seconds later, he gently wipes between your folds, cleaning the mess that was made. Once he’s finished, he tosses the towel with the rest of your clothes scattered about the room and gets back in bed with you. You snuggle up against him, body fitting perfectly against his. You press a kiss to his chest as he pulls the sheets over the both of you, falling into an easy slumber.

a/n: I saw that pic on threads and had to lol.

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The Racist Fandom Starter Pack

A canon interracial couple exists "I just don't see their chemistry" proceeds to fanon ship [insert white character] instead, claiming they have more of a connection.

"It's not their skin color, I just don't like them for some reason, btw, here are my top 5 [insert white actors] I think are better suited"

"Not everything is about race". They say, as they prop up every white character over any character of color.

"Please stop bring race drama into the fandom". Which translates to, I'm comfortable in my racism and don't appreciate any criticism, thanks!

White person, "Yeah, I wrote character of color as an animal, doesn't make me racist".

"I love character of color, here's a fic where they act like as [insert white characters] servant/therapist".

Character of color is such a bad friend for having opinions of their own/taking care of themselves instead of putting their friend [insert white character] first.

A character of color is morally ambiguous or a villain, gets redemption arc. "They're awful and haven't been condemned enough of their crimes". Stans [insert white characters] who did the exact same crimes or was a villain who's redemption arc is praised.

"Can't believe that character of color had the nerve not to die as a selfless sacrifice for [insert white character]".

"POC actress/actor is too ethnic and they'd ruin the character".

"I haven't seen racism in the fandom therefore it isn't there".

"Character of color is the main character of the show sure, but let's be honest, everyone came for [insert white character]

"Character of color is alright but I can only relate to [insert white character]".

Feel free to add more, that you've come across. Sadly, it all runs together after awhile of being in a lot of fandoms. Special shout out to all who helped me with these comments!

[creatingblackcharacters]

"making character Black is inaccurate/offensive! I'm not racist, it's just facts!"

[deramin2]

In something like Actual Plays:

I like [Black cast member] as a player, I just wish they’d be less disruptive, interject less, and not comment on what’s happening like [white cast members who do so just as much or more, and the show is popular because of the people watching aspect]. I just prefer shows they’re on better when they edit more of that out. (This goes triple for Black women and queer Black people.)

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Shooter

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

[daniiwrites]

Chapter 2 is up. :)

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SHOOTER:. Chapter 2

Aaron Pierre x Keri Hilson | Captain Terrance "Terry" Richmond x Savannah Malone Richmond

Rating: Explicit 🔞 

Word Count: ~7k 

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, lactation kink, voyeurism kink, outdoor sex, married couple being absolutely feral for each other, soft domesticity that will rot your teeth, an ending that seems fine but isn't

A/N: Chapter two, my loves. He's home. She's glowing. The baby is perfect. The family gathering is warm and sweet and everything you deserve. And then Terry Richmond goes for a run at 5AM and something is slightly, quietly, almost imperceptibly wrong. As always, minors DNI. 🖤 Also, I didn't create this banner, but I can't remember who did. Will update with their tag when I find it.

Tags: marine!Terry, NP!Savannah, he came home and hasn’t stopped touching her, she bribed his mama with babies and I respect it, the lake scene will END you, Terry Richmond thanks his dog and I’m not okay, that 5AM closing will sit with you, everything is fine, everything is so fine, RIGHT?, the magnolia tree means something just trust me, daddy’s home and he’s not letting go

.:Chapter 2:.

The readjustment to being home wasn’t something Terry ever really got used to. It took time and was always a bit of a mindfuck. At least for the first few weeks. Waking up to the smells of home versus the smells of war. Being able to do what he wanted, when he wanted. This morning, it was waking up to the scent of his wife’s hair. Her shampoo had some kinda of sweet vanilla notes to it and it was a small thing he’d missed while being deployed. Savannah was sprawled across his chest, her face nuzzled against the pulse in his throat. One deliciously thick thigh was across his hip, pressing his body tight against hers. Terry tightened the arm he had around her, dipping his head to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Their home was quiet. Peaceful. Just what he needed. 

It was quiet enough that he could hear the soft clicks of their German Shepard’s nails on the hardwood floors. Storm padded down the hallway, gently nudging the door open with her nose. Terry smiled when those big brown eyes met his. She quickly made her way over to the side of the bed, paws coming up to the side in an eager effort to get close to Terry.

“Hi sweet girl…”

With his free hand, he reached over, gently scratching her head.

“Thank you for watching them for me,” he murmured softly, rewarded with a soft whimper and a lick to his shoulder. “Such a good girl. Gonna make sure you get a nice fat steak for dinner tonight.”

When she excitedly let out a little bark, he chuckled, shushing her softly.

“Don’t wake mama up, Stormy…”

“Mama is up…”

Terry tilted his head, unable to keep the smile from tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked down into his wife’s sleepy hazel eyes. 

“Goddamn, baby… You’ve gotta be the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen.”

“First thing in the morning with crust in my eyes?”

He snickered before leaning in to kiss her softly.

“Damn right.”

The baby monitor on their bedside table crackled to life and Terry turned his head, smiling when he saw his son stretching his little arms and legs. 

“I love the way you look at him,” she whispered softly, a little smile on her face.

“That’s my little man. He’s perfect.”

“Yeah well… his daddy is pretty damn perfect himself.”

“You’re the only person who thinks that.”

“My opinion is the only one that matters.”

Savannah propped herself up against her husband’s chest, her messy hair falling around her face. 

“You’re so handsome, baby. Finest man I’ve ever seen.”

“Lucky me…”

“The luckiest.”

Terry smiled and leaned up to kiss her. Savannah giggled against his lips, just so happy to have her husband safe and sound in her arms again. While she was incredibly proud of him for all he’d achieved in the military, there was nothing she loved more than watching him bloom in his role as a husband and father. She fell even more in love with him once she got to see him as a father. From the baby monitor, both parents heard their little one’s soft coos turn into quiet whimpers.

“I’ll get him… Meet you in the kitchen?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Her hazel eyes lingered on him as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood. She just couldn’t help the way her body reacted to the sight of his naked body. Her man was just so damn big and fine. Terry pulled on a pair of pajama pants and when he turned back towards her, her eyes trailed over his broad chest, following the line of his happy trail to the half hard shaft she could make out through the thin fabric. 

“Be good,” he said with a knowing smile before heading out of their bedroom towards the nursery. Storm was hot on his heels. Ever since they’d brought Elijah home from the hospital, she’d been like a sentinel, always watching over the baby like he was her own pup.

Elijah’s bright blue-green eyes met his as soon as his father peeked into the crib, a smile on his face as he started to excitedly wave his arms and kick his little feet. Terry lifted his son into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to his chubby cheek.

“How’s my little man? You sleep ok?”

Elijah cooed softly in response, his expressive little face making his daddy chuckle. Together, the Richmond boys headed down to the kitchen and Terry let his eyes drift over his wife’s form appreciatively. She was wearing one of his old band shirts and her bare legs were on display for his hungry eyes. 

“What do you want for breakfast, baby?”

Terry made his way over towards their coffeemaker, chuckling when Elijah let out a little yawn. He smiled when Savannah leaned in and pressed a little kiss to his chubby cheek. 

“I’ve really been missing your biscuits and gravy…”

Savannah smirked up at her man.

“Bacon? Eggs?”

“Gimme the works, mama. I’m gonna need my energy today,” he said as he put the coffee carafe in and started a fresh pot.

“Are you?”

“Mmmhm… Got four months time to make up for. Plus, I promised you I’d rub those thighs raw. And I keep my promises.”

The blush ran from the tops of her breasts up to the apples of her cheeks. One thing Terry didn’t do was beat around the bush. He leaned back against the counter, his eyes drinking her in as she began to cook for him. He gently rubbed Elijah’s back as the smell of coffee filled the air. His son nuzzled his face against his chest, murmuring softly before looking up at him. Savannah glanced over at her husband, her heart melting when she saw the way their son was looking up at him. Seeing him as a father was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Not to mention incredibly sexy. From those very first moments in the hospital after his birth, Terry had been a hands on father, especially in the beginning when she’d been recovering from childbirth. Never had to ask him to change a diaper. Never complained about getting the baby at 3AM. He was such an excellent partner to her as a husband that when he asked for a baby, she didn’t hesitate. Savannah knew he would be a wonderful father and he was. 

Once the biscuit dough was ready, she began to roll it out and cut out individual biscuits, a little smile on her face. She hadn’t felt this content in a long while. Having her husband home made everything better. She smiled when she felt him walk up behind her, his lips softly pressing against her bare shoulder.

“Have I told you how sexy you look this morning? Savannah giggled softly, glancing up at him before putting some butter in the microwave to melt. She stepped in closer to him, slipping her arms low around his waist. Eyes closed, she took a deep breath of his familiar scent.

“Maybe… But I love hearing it.”

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. The baddest. The finest. I still can’t believe you’re my wife sometimes, mama…”

“I don’t know why,” she murmured as she reached up, gently running her fingers along his jawline. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. And you gave me the most perfect baby boy ever.” Elijah cooed softly when his mother leaned in and kissed his chubby little cheek.

“He is incredible, isn’t he?”

Terry proudly looked down at his son as he basked in his mother’s affection.

“He sure is."

"You know, since we make such perfect kids, we should make a couple more.”

Savannah smirked as she looked up at her husband.

“Is that so, Mr. Richmond?” “Mmmhmm. I want a daughter with your eyes. I mean that, ladybug… I’ve wanted that since the first time I saw you.”

“You’re gonna get your girl…”

The arm he had around her waist tightened, bringing her in close to his body.

"I’m so grateful for you, Sav. I know I don’t say that nearly enough, but…thank you, baby. For everything you do. For the family you’ve given me.”

Savannah pressed a soft kiss to his full lips, leaning up on her toes to reach him.

“Where is this coming from, baby?”

“Just needed to be said. I love getting you pregnant and seeing you with my baby inside you, but I know it takes a lot out of you. And I appreciate that you’re willing to go through that over and over again to create our family.”

“I guess it’s lucky for you that I loved being pregnant then, huh?”

“Very,” he murmured, a feral grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss her again.

Savannah smiled against his lips before deepening the kiss, moaning softly as his tongue flicked her upper lip. She felt her nipples pebble beneath her thin shirt as he pressed her close to him. Their baby’s soft coos broke up the moment and Terry pulled back with a little smirk on his face, loving the slightly dazed look in his wife’s eyes. He’d never get tired of seeing that look. Not for as long as he lived. He slid his hand from her waist down to her ass, playfully gripping the plump cheek in his hand.

“Mmmm… damn.”

“Be good if you wanna eat any time soon.”

“Eat what?”

A bright blush covered her cheeks as her nasty ass husband smirked down at her. He loved that after all the things they'd done together, she still blushed like the sweet little innocent she’d been before he’d gotten his hands on her. 

“So nasty!” 

Savannah playfully shoved at her husband’s chest before walking over to the microwave and grabbing her melted butter. Terry watched as she brushed it over the tops of the biscuits before sliding them into the oven and setting her timer.

“Spicy sausage or regular?” She murmured softly as she looked into their large refrigerator. 

“Spicy.”

Savannah grabbed the bacon, sausage and eggs, bringing everything over to the kitchen island. She hummed softly as she cooked. Terry sat a steaming mug of coffee in front of her, fixed exactly how she liked it. 

"Thank you, honey…” 

“You’re welcome. Any plans today?”

“Just relaxing with you. You know your mama and daddy agreed to give us a little time to ourselves, but you know they’re throwing you a welcome home party right?”

“I know..”

“They miss you baby. Just like I do.”

“I know. I just don’t wanna be the center of attention.”

“And you won’t have to be. You know everyone is gonna be super excited to see Eli too. Just smile and have fun. We’ll only stay a couple hours.”

“How about one?”

“At least two,” she said with a smirk. “You know how much I had to beg just to get you all to myself right now??”

“Did you?”

“Damn right. Your mama loves me and she’s a wonderful mother in law. But you’re her baby… and she misses you. And now that I have Eli… I get it. She wants to see you in person and make sure you’re ok for herself. I’d want the same. Luckily… she wants more grandkids, so thats how I got her to agree to having you all to myself for twenty four hours.”

"You bribed my mother with babies?” He said, a smirk gracing those full lips of his.

“Sure did. And it worked out to your benefit, didn’t it? Otherwise, you would have had every Richmond in the Carolinas with me at the airport. And I would not have been bent over the side of the bed like I was.”

“Oh, I’ll always make time to bend your fine ass over. Never doubt that. I can be sleep deprived for 48 hours and all you gotta do is flash me a nipple and I’m good to go.”

Savannah just laughed, shaking her head as she used a wooden spoon to start breaking up the spicy Italian sausage she was cooking. 

“All it takes is a nipple?”

“Just a hint of areola. Matter of fact, just seeing your nipples right now through that shirt would do it for me."

“Would?”

“Is.”

Savannah glanced down, smirking when she saw the bulge at her husband’s crotch.

“You’re holding our baby…”

“He’s gotta learn how he got here one day.”

“Oh my God, Terry…” 

She shook her head as she continued to cook. 

“Just being honest.”

The taste of freshly roasted coffee exploded on her tastebuds as she took her first sip of her coffee.

“I do appreciate knowing I can always do it for you.”

“Gonna do it for me for the rest of my life, Mrs. Richmond,” Terry murmured as he stepped in close again and kissed her temple, his big body crowding hers. Savannah leaned back against her husband’s strong body, sighing softly when he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her in close. She could feel him against her round ass and suddenly couldn’t wait to have him again. She yawned softly, smiling when she heard Elijah’s responding yawn. 

“Why is everything he does just the cutest thing ever?”

Terry smirked, shifting the baby so he was laying against his chest.

“Cause he’s cute like his fine ass mama.”

“Oh please. He is your little clone. Even though I did all the work.”

“Uhh… I put in work.”

She snickered and shook her head.

“Yeah, like an hour of work. Mama put in nine months and fourteen hours of labor worth of work for that precious little bundle you’re holding.”

Terry grinned, gently bouncing their son.

“Worth every moment. I'm ready and willing to put that work in whenever you're ready, Mrs. Richmond.”

Savannah just giggled as she continued to cook. In no time, their kitchen was filled with the scent of her famous biscuits and gravy. Terry helped her bring everything over to the counter before sitting Elijah in his high chair with a bit of scrambled eggs in front of him. The couple ate in comfortable silence, just enjoying the peaceful moment.

“So when is this party?”

“Tomorrow afternoon… Your mom said we could head over around noon.”

Terry nodded as he stood, carrying their empty plates into the kitchen and loading them in the dishwasher.

"She want me to bring anything?"

“Nah... I’m gonna bring some sweet potato pies, but thats it. Your dad’s gonna grill. They just want you,” she said with a little smile on her face. 

“It’ll be nice,” Terry murmured. “Weather’s supposed to be pretty tomorrow. It’ll be nice to be out on the lake.”

“Yeah… I think so. And while everyone is busy fawning over Eli, I’m planning on stealing you away..”

“Oh are you?”

“Mmmhm... Been forever since we've made love out there.”

“My nasty little wife,” he murmured as he stepped close to her. “Wanting to get fucked with all her family around her.”

He grinned when he saw her cheeks redden a bit. The very first time they’d indulged in his voyeurism kink, it had been at a family get together with mostly Savannah’s family, shortly after they'd become official. And one of her aunts, deciding to be messy, had invited her ex. The man didn’t hide the fact that he wanted to get back with Savannah despite her belonging to Terry at this point. So Terry had taken Savannah in his truck and he dripped down her thighs for the remainder of the night. The best part was when the ex came outside looking for her and found her riding Terry to kingdom come. Had Savannah not been fully covered, Terry would have lost his shit. Thankfully, she'd chosen to wear a cute little sundress to the party which was easy access for a jealous Terry. Savannah had never seen her ex, but Terry had. He’d stared into that man’s eyes as he made his future wife fall apart on his thick dick. Since then, they’d indulged this shared kink multiple times. Terry’s one rule was that he didn’t want anyone else, male or female, to touch his wife’s naked body. Savannah always knew Terry’s hard and fast rule that if she got him hard, she had to handle it. It made for a very active and fun sex life for the couple. 

“I’ll make it happen, baby,” Terry murmured, dipping his head and pressing a sweet kiss behind her ear. 

“You wanna watch a movie?”

“Mmhmm… Pick something fun.”

Savannah grinned as she hopped up and walked into the living room to pick a movie while her husband cleaned the baby up. When he joined her, she curled up against his massive body, smiling when their baby boy snuggled up between the two of them. Elijah crawled into her lap, a drooling smile on his face as he looked up at her.

“How's my little angel?"

Terry chuckled as he watched his son coo up at his wife. This was perfect... this moment right here was more than he could have ever asked for. A wife. A son. Peace. Didn’t get better than that.

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The next afternoon

Terry tightened his hold on his wife’s hand as they walked into the backyard of his parent’s home. He wasn’t much for these big family gatherings, but his wife was a little social butterfly. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his family. He absolutely did. They could just be exhausting sometimes, especially after a long deployment. But he knew his mama was looking forward to seeing him and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Folks quickly realized the man of the hour had arrived as they made their way over to Terry's parents, who were relaxing with several of his aunts and uncles. Savannah smiled when his mother shot up, beelining over to her baby and throwing her arms around him. She stood back for a moment, gently rubbing Elijah’s back while she watched her mother in law, Elise, embrace her firstborn son. Her husband had a smile on his face as he gently rocked his mother back and forth, holding her close. She pulled back, a big grin on her face as she cradled his face in her hands.

“You look good, baby.”

“So do you, Ma…”

Elise peered around her son’s shoulder, her smile getting even brighter when she saw her daughter in law and grand baby. Savanah melted into her embrace, grinning when she pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. Elise gave the best hugs. From the very first time they’d met, she had always made Savannah feel like another daughter and she cherished their relationship.

“How are you doing, sweetheart? You look beautiful as always. And look at my handsome grand baby.”

“I’m great. It’s so good to see you.”

Elijah squealed, waving his arms in an effort to get to his grandma. Savannah snickered as she passed the baby over and he immediately wrapped his little arms around her neck and snuggled close.

“C’mon. You know everyone wants to see you, Terry…”

Terry smirked as he shot his wife a look, reaching for her hand again as they walked over to everyone else. Terry’s father, Terrance Sr., grinned as he stood, hugging his son and daughter in law. Savannah let her eyes drift over her father in law, marveling at how much her husband resembled him. 

Before long, they were relaxing on a chaise lounge, surrounded by family. Terry took a small sip of his beer, his eyes on his son as he laid comfortably in his great-grandmother's arms. Savannah was working on a plate of her father in law's famous BBQ, the man was an artist at that grill, and the smell of it alone had been worth the drive out. What a blessing it was to have the eldest family member here to see the newest one. Terry’s grandmother was a feisty woman and he absolutely adored her. The first time he’d brought Savannah to meet her, the two of them had gotten along famously. It had been a small family dinner, just his parents, grandmother, him and Savannah. When they’d arrived, his grandmother had been in the kitchen putting the final touches on a pie she was making. Before they’d left, his grandmother made sure to pull him aside and the first thing she’d told him was to marry Savannah. She’d been right. Making her his wife had been the best decision of his life.

“You good, baby?”

Savannah peered up at her husband.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured, taking a sip of her sweet tea. “Feels good out here.”

“It does.”

Terry smoothed his hand along her legs, which were laid across his lap. His wife snuggled close to him, relaxing against his strong body. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her knee, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took a sip of his ice cold beer. As much as he’d complained about coming out today, being here with his family was what he needed. And Savannah had known that. As always.

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple before dipping his head to whisper in her ear.

“You wanna go for a walk around the lake?”

Her nipples hardened into tight buds when she glanced up, meeting her husband’s lusty gaze. She nodded mutely, letting him take her hand and help her to her feet. Terry wrapped her small hand in his as they quietly made their way down towards the lake his family had been gathering at for generations. Since he was just a little boy, this place had been a source of tremendous peace. It was a place he’d often brought his wife while they’d been dating and they’d spent hours at its shores, talking about life and all their grand plans for it. In the distance, Savannah could hear the sounds of their family — her father-in-law’s boisterous laugh, the soft notes of Luther Vandross' crooning floating in the air. Close enough to hear. But not close enough to matter to her husband. 

“Nobody’s coming down here,” he murmured with a little smirk. Not that he cared either way. 

“I know.”

Terry brought her hand to his mouth, a little smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. 

“Such a sweetheart,” Savannah murmured softly.

“Only for you.”

“Better be only for me,” she said with a little snicker.

Terry just shook his head, a matching smile on his face. 

“No one else can handle you.”

“And you can handle me?”

“Been handling your fine ass for the last couple years just fine, haven't I?”

Savannah smirked, a little blush on her cheeks. Terry came to a stop near the heavy wooden swing that had been there for decades. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch when he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her against his chest. Even after all this time, he still made her feel like this. Like a school girl with the quarterback everyone else wanted. He always made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Her gaze dropped to his full lips as he lowered his head to hers. The soft press of his lips against hers had her nipples pebbling against his chest. He slowly sat, pulling her into his lap without breaking the kiss. Savannah settled against him, her arms coming up to find the back of his neck. One big hand came up to cradle the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, his teeth teasingly nibbling at her lush bottom lip. Savannah rocked her hips, moaning against her husband’s full lips when she felt him throbbing between her thighs. Terry’s free hand slid down to her waist, gripping her there possessively. The way he anchored her to him had Savannah sighing softly, feeling the tension she hadn't known she was carrying leave her body. 

"I used to think about this," Terry said quietly, his thumb tracing slow circles at her hip. "Over there. The lake. You. Sitting right here."

Savannah pulled back just enough to look at him. The late afternoon light caught his green eyes and she felt that familiar ache in her chest. The one that had never gone away since the first time she'd looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Every single day."

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her again before reaching up and gently cupping her full breast in his hand. He could feel her hard little nipple against his palm. His hands moved over her like she was something rare. Like he still couldn't quite believe she was his. But the grip on her waist said something different — that possession, that quiet claiming that never went away no matter how tender he was. She belonged to him and he belonged to her and God, she loved that. Loved the way those two things lived together in his hands.

“Baby…”

Her words were murmured against his lips, eyes hazy as they drifted over her beloved’s face.

“I love you so much,” he whispered. “My pretty little baby. You know you drive me crazy, don’t you?”

Savannah smiled lazily, rolling her hips again and loving the way his eyes darkened in response.

“I know.”

Terry’s responding grin was almost feral and the sight had her pulse spiking. He dipped his head again, nuzzling her throat before nipping her skin playfully. Her small hands made their way between them, deft fingers finding the button on his jeans. His eyes dropped to her hands, letting her take what she wanted. Terry grunted when her fingertips brushed across his turgid erection. 

“So hard for me.”

“Told you baby… All it takes a nipple,” he said, a pointed look on his face as he glanced down at the hard little nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress.

When his free hand teasingly brushed against the damp gusset of her panties, Savannah’s body jolted. Terry smirked as he pushed her dress up around her hips, wanting to see what belonged to him. He licked his lips when he saw the scrap of lace that covered what he wanted most at the moment. The hard little bud of her clit beckoned to him and her loud moan when he pressed his thumb against her had his dick jerking between them. With just a flick of his wrist, he tore the thin fabric, bringing it to his face to inhale deeply. Savannah blushed when she saw what he was doing.

“I’ll buy you more.”

“Terry please.”

This time, her hands freed him from the confines of his jeans and he couldn’t help but to be even more turned on by the sight of her small hands wrapped around him. 

“You ready to go for a little ride?”

“Absolutely…"

Terry slouched a bit, one hand holding himself steady as the other helped his wife move into position over his heavy shaft. He almost moaned when he felt the wet kiss from her slick little pussy against the head. As she slowly began to sink onto him, he groaned loudly, her body gripping him like a vise. 

“Oh my God,” she whispered softly, her arms tightening around his neck. 

It didn’t seem to matter how many times they made love. Terry’s first thrust was always her favorite. She craved that feeling of him forging herself inside, making her body give in to his desires. The wide head of his shaft reached deep inside her, brushing against her g-spot as he pulled back and thrust again. She began to roll her hips against him, taking him deep every time. Savannah watched her husband through low lidded eyes, teeth worrying her bottom lip as she watched him watching her. He was so beautiful to her when he was like this. Passionate. Feral. She closed her eyes and just let herself feel. The warm breeze against her skin. The way his strong hands gripped her hips, dragging her against him with every thrust. That heaviness in her breasts, brought on by both passion and the natural letdown that happened. Terry’s eyes flicked between his wife’s beloved face and the sight of their joining, occasionally obscured by the fabric of her dress. He loved being the one who got to see her like this. Free. Passionate. Consumed. It stirred something deep inside of him to know that he was the one who could give this to her. As he met every rock and roll of her hips with a heavy thrust from below, he felt that familiar tightening in his belly. It was all too soon, but not surprising. The excitement of being outside, so close yet far enough away from their family, that slight fear of getting caught. The thrill it sent through him pulsed in his blood and it turned him on so fucking much.

As his gaze made its way back to her face, he remembered how he'd dreamt of moments like this. Thousands of miles away from the woman who held his heart in her tiny little hands, he’d dreamed and prayed to be with her in this way. The warm Carolina breeze on her skin. Her head tilted back in pleasure. His hands gripping the rounded curves of her hips. He was HOME. 

Not South Carolina.

Not this land.

Her.

She was home. Savannah had always been his true north. 

Far off in the distance, he heard one of his cousins laugh. The tinkle of music floated on the air. Terry’s breath caught in his throat when she raised her eyes to his. Nothing else mattered when Savannah was looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. She slowly leaned in, pressing her lips against his. Terry moaned softly as she started to trail kisses down to the side of his neck, tenderly nuzzling the skin there. His hands tightened involuntarily on her. To think… he almost didn’t make it back to this. To her. To his son. It was a thought he’d always pushed away into the furthest recesses of his mind, but… he could have missed out on this. Being loved by her. Making love to her under the warmth of the sun. Terry let his eyes drift closed as the hot lash of Savannah’s tongue hit his throat. 

“Mmmm… I love you so fucking much.” 

Savannah’s smile was wicked as she raised her eyes to his face, feeling the rhythmic clenching in her lower body. As much as she loved making love with her husband, she almost loved this part more. So close to the ultimate gratification. Every sensation felt heightened. Every moment balanced on that fine precipice of longing and pleasure.  

“I love you more,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his as her orgasm rushed towards her.

Terry could feel that familiar pulsing around his thick cock and groaned against her lips as she fell apart in his arms. Holding her tight to him, it only took two more deep thrusts before he joined her in bliss, moaning her name as his seed spurted deep inside of her. 

“I love how that feels,” she murmured, a naughty little smile on her lips as she wiggled her hips teasingly. Terry, still sensitive, groaned when her body lovingly tightened around him.

“You're so bad," he muttered, teasingly slapping the side of her ass. 

“You made me like this.”

The proud smile on his lips told her all she needed to now. Still inside of her, he reached up with both hands, cradling her face as he leaned in to kiss her softly. The sound of his father's loud laugh disturbed the air, reminding them both that they should be getting back. 

Moments later, they were both mostly put back together. Terry tucked her torn panties in his back pocket with a little smirk and Savannah blushed brightly when she saw him. His blue green eyes met hers.

"If I leave'em here, someone will find them.... know what we’ve been up to.”

Savannah motioned to her flushed face and slightly messy hair.

"Pretty sure they’re gonna know already, baby.”

Terry chuckled softly, reaching out to tuck a soft curl behind his wife’s ear.

“You look beautiful…”

And just like that, Savannah melted all over again. Terry tucked her hand in his, walking back up towards the family gathering. As usual, he looked completely unbothered. It didn’t matter one way or another if his family knew what they’d been up to. They were grown. And married. As soon as they stepped foot back in the backyard, his cousin Marcus spotted Savannah’s flushed cheeks and Terry’s ultra relaxed state and immediately clocked them. Before he could fix his lips to say a word, Terry cut his eyes at him, giving him a look that shut him up in his tracks. Didn’t stop the little snicker he let out though. Savannah blushed brightly, burying her face against her husband’s massive bicep. 

“Stop looking like you’re about to commit a murder.”

“Thought you liked it when I got a little violent.”

Savannah just shook her head as she glanced around for her baby. Her heart melted when she saw him sprawled across his grandmother’s chest, his eyes heavy. Elise softly rubbed the baby’s back, the smile on her face one of pure joy. She looked up at them as they approached, a knowing look on her face. She didn’t say anything, just reached up and squeezed his hand in hers. Terry leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his mama’s cheek. As he rose to his full height, Terry’s grandmother caught his eye from her spot on the covered back porch. She was settled in her favorite chair, an ice cold glass of slightly too sweet Southern sweet tea in her hand. She was watching him like she always had, seeing seemingly every version of him from boyhood to now. Those eyes of hers a mirror of his own, down to the shape and color. When she beckoned for him to come over, he went without hesitation, squatting down at her side. One weathered hand came out to cradle his cheek and he closed his eyes as emotion washed over him. For as long as he could remember, his grandmother had always been a safe harbor in the storm. He was well aware that he was living proof of her prayers for him. 

“You look good, baby.”

“Feels good to be back.”

“You just remember what you were fighting for,” she murmured softly, her eyes flickering over to his wife and son. “Your legacy.”

Terry covered her hand with his, something tightening in his chest as he followed her gaze to his family.

“Yes ma’am.”

She nodded, a satisfied smile on her face as she patted her grandson’s cheek. As if she said everything she needed to say. As if she knew something neither of them could name just yet. Terry stood, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll let you know when we make it home. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Savannah’s gaze found his as he made his way back over to her. She was cradling their sleepy son in her arms, swaying softly with him. Terry grabbed the baby bag before hugging his parents goodbye. Elise gently hugged her daughter in law before kissing her temple softly.

“Y’all coming for Sunday dinner?”

“Of course we are, Mama.”

Terry dipped his head and kissed her cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

With a hand at his wife’s lower back, he ushered her out to the driveway before opening the back door for her. She quickly buckled the baby in and climbed in the front seat, letting out a soft yawn as Terry closed her car door. The warm Carolina breeze ruffled her hair as Terry backed out of his parents’ driveway and got on the road towards their home.

“Did you have fun, baby?”

Terry glanced over at her with a smirk.

“Indulging in my beautiful wife is always a great time.”  

“You’re so nasty…”

“You asked for it.”

Savannah couldn’t say anything to that. She glanced out the window as the scenery whipped by, fighting back a smile. Terry’s hand had taken up residence on her thigh, squeezing gently. Her gaze found her husband’s profile, quietly taking him in. That man was so damn fine. That hand on her thigh squeezed again.

“You’re looking at me like you want a little more.”

“And what if I am?”

The stubborn little tilt of her chin was so sexy and he was willing to bet she didn’t even know how much he loved it. His eyes briefly met hers and he just smiled. The dark promise in that smile had her belly clenching in response. She pressed her thighs tighter together when he inched his hand a bit higher, his long fingers near the apex of her legs. His eyes focused back on the road and he didn’t say another word as he drove them towards their home. And as his truck ate up the miles between his parents house and their home, the anticipation quietly grew. He pulled into the garage and parked, cutting the engine.

“Let’s get the baby inside.”

Savannah peeked into the backseat as her husband walked around the front of the truck to her side, opening her door for her. Elijah was knocked out, the cutest little miniature of his daddy. Savannah melted all over again as she watched him tenderly unbuckle their son and gently lift the sleeping baby into his arms. Elijah sighed softly, nuzzling his face against his daddy’s throat. Storm met them at the garage door, her tail wagging excitedly.

“Hey there girl…”

“I’m gonna go lay him down. Meet you in the bedroom?”

“Mmm…” Savannah leaned up on her tippy toes to kiss her son’s chubby cheek. “Love you, munchkin.”

Terry’s eyes drifted down to her ass as she turned and walked away. A few minutes after getting the baby settled in his bed, he made his way around the house, checking the doors and windows like he always did. After arming the alarm, he yawned softly as he padded into their bedroom, following his ears to the bathroom. The sight that greeted him was enough to send his heart rate spiking. As he leaned against the door frame, he let his eyes leisurely drift over his wife’s naked body, licking his lips as he watched the way water and fragrant suds sluiced down her curves. His dick jumped in his pants when she turned to face him, the hand holding her washcloth slowing as she realized her husband had entered the room. Her eyes met his, held his gaze a moment longer than was necessary before drifting lower. Terry was still, so still as he just watched her, his erection pressing against the front of his jeans. And Savannah let him look his fill, a little smile on her lips as she dragged the cloth across her pebbled nipples. Slowly, like a leopard stalking its prey, Terry pushed off of the door frame, one hand coming up and reaching behind his neck to tug his t-shirt over and off. Savannah’s breath caught in her throat when she saw the hunger in his eyes. 

“Just remember… you asked for this.”

5AM

Peace. That’s what it felt like lying there in the dark with Savannah in his arms. Her face was nuzzled against his throat, her breath coming in soft warm puffs. She always snuggled up to him like a little cat. Terry gently pressed a kiss to her temple before quietly untangling himself from the lure of her sleep warmed body. She immediately grabbed his pillow, burying her face against it with a little sigh.

Ten minutes later, Terry was dressed in a pair of joggers and a tank, slipping his hunting knife in his favorite sheath at his waist. Just a quick four miles. Running was a habit he’d formed in high school and it had stayed with him all these years. It relaxed him, brought him back into his body. The early morning air was crisp and he took a deep breath, remembering how much he’d missed these smells. The neighbor’s fresh cut grass. The loblolly pines that grew all along his path, scenting the air with a familiar but sharp scent. Only the sounds of the morning birds as music. 

As he made it to the halfway point of his route, his eyes drifted over the changes in the neighborhood. Mrs. Williams added some pretty purple flowers to her mailbox. He wondered if she’d planted them herself or if she’d convinced her husband to do it like she’d mentioned before he’d shipped out. A few minutes later, he made the turn back on Tammaron Drive, the sounds of his feet hitting the pavement loud in the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

The sweet, heavy scent of the magnolia at the edge of the Herron property drifted on the morning air as he rounded the curve — his eyes fell on a black Suburban parked outside the Herron residence. Tinted windows. Engine idling. A man sitting in the driver’s seat he didn’t recognize. Samuel Herron was dark skinned and broad. This man was neither of those things. Terry’s eyes flicked to the license plate, filing it away in his mind. Out of habit, his fingers brushed the hilt of his knife before continuing past the vehicle, his eyes straight ahead on his driveway. He slowed his pace once he hit the edge of his property line, panting softly as he walked up the driveway. As he unlocked his front door, he surreptitiously glanced back at the car again. Brake lights. The SUV quietly pulled off.

As he made his way to their bedroom, Terry couldn’t ignore that nagging little feeling in the back of his mind. Hot water sluiced over his sweat slick skin, the letters and numbers of that license plate rolling over and over in his head. The house next to the Herron’s was for sale. Maybe it was a prospective owner checking out the neighborhood at off peak hours. It was something Terry would do. As he dried off, his thoughts drifted back towards more pleasant things, like his wife waiting for him in their bed. Storm perked her head up as he walked back into the bedroom and he scratched between her ears, murmuring softly to her. Savannah sleepily reached towards him when he sat on the edge of the bed, her little hand gasping air until he settled next to her and pulled her back into his arms. She smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before laying her head back down.

It was probably nothing.

Just the typical paranoia of a stateside Marine.

Everything was ok.

Right? 

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SHOOTER:. Chapter 2

Aaron Pierre x Keri Hilson | Captain Terrance "Terry" Richmond x Savannah Malone Richmond

Rating: Explicit 🔞 

Word Count: ~7k 

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, lactation kink, voyeurism kink, outdoor sex, married couple being absolutely feral for each other, soft domesticity that will rot your teeth, an ending that seems fine but isn't

A/N: Chapter two, my loves. He's home. She's glowing. The baby is perfect. The family gathering is warm and sweet and everything you deserve. And then Terry Richmond goes for a run at 5AM and something is slightly, quietly, almost imperceptibly wrong. As always, minors DNI. 🖤 Also, I didn't create this banner, but I can't remember who did. Will update with their tag when I find it.

Tags: marine!Terry, NP!Savannah, he came home and hasn’t stopped touching her, she bribed his mama with babies and I respect it, the lake scene will END you, Terry Richmond thanks his dog and I’m not okay, that 5AM closing will sit with you, everything is fine, everything is so fine, RIGHT?, the magnolia tree means something just trust me, daddy’s home and he’s not letting go

.:Chapter 2:.

The readjustment to being home wasn’t something Terry ever really got used to. It took time and was always a bit of a mindfuck. At least for the first few weeks. Waking up to the smells of home versus the smells of war. Being able to do what he wanted, when he wanted. This morning, it was waking up to the scent of his wife’s hair. Her shampoo had some kinda of sweet vanilla notes to it and it was a small thing he’d missed while being deployed. Savannah was sprawled across his chest, her face nuzzled against the pulse in his throat. One deliciously thick thigh was across his hip, pressing his body tight against hers. Terry tightened the arm he had around her, dipping his head to press a soft kiss to her forehead. Their home was quiet. Peaceful. Just what he needed. 

It was quiet enough that he could hear the soft clicks of their German Shepard’s nails on the hardwood floors. Storm padded down the hallway, gently nudging the door open with her nose. Terry smiled when those big brown eyes met his. She quickly made her way over to the side of the bed, paws coming up to the side in an eager effort to get close to Terry.

“Hi sweet girl…”

With his free hand, he reached over, gently scratching her head.

“Thank you for watching them for me,” he murmured softly, rewarded with a soft whimper and a lick to his shoulder. “Such a good girl. Gonna make sure you get a nice fat steak for dinner tonight.”

When she excitedly let out a little bark, he chuckled, shushing her softly.

“Don’t wake mama up, Stormy…”

“Mama is up…”

Terry tilted his head, unable to keep the smile from tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked down into his wife’s sleepy hazel eyes. 

“Goddamn, baby… You’ve gotta be the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen.”

“First thing in the morning with crust in my eyes?”

He snickered before leaning in to kiss her softly.

“Damn right.”

The baby monitor on their bedside table crackled to life and Terry turned his head, smiling when he saw his son stretching his little arms and legs. 

“I love the way you look at him,” she whispered softly, a little smile on her face.

“That’s my little man. He’s perfect.”

“Yeah well… his daddy is pretty damn perfect himself.”

“You’re the only person who thinks that.”

“My opinion is the only one that matters.”

Savannah propped herself up against her husband’s chest, her messy hair falling around her face. 

“You’re so handsome, baby. Finest man I’ve ever seen.”

“Lucky me…”

“The luckiest.”

Terry smiled and leaned up to kiss her. Savannah giggled against his lips, just so happy to have her husband safe and sound in her arms again. While she was incredibly proud of him for all he’d achieved in the military, there was nothing she loved more than watching him bloom in his role as a husband and father. She fell even more in love with him once she got to see him as a father. From the baby monitor, both parents heard their little one’s soft coos turn into quiet whimpers.

“I’ll get him… Meet you in the kitchen?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Her hazel eyes lingered on him as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood. She just couldn’t help the way her body reacted to the sight of his naked body. Her man was just so damn big and fine. Terry pulled on a pair of pajama pants and when he turned back towards her, her eyes trailed over his broad chest, following the line of his happy trail to the half hard shaft she could make out through the thin fabric. 

“Be good,” he said with a knowing smile before heading out of their bedroom towards the nursery. Storm was hot on his heels. Ever since they’d brought Elijah home from the hospital, she’d been like a sentinel, always watching over the baby like he was her own pup.

Elijah’s bright blue-green eyes met his as soon as his father peeked into the crib, a smile on his face as he started to excitedly wave his arms and kick his little feet. Terry lifted his son into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to his chubby cheek.

“How’s my little man? You sleep ok?”

Elijah cooed softly in response, his expressive little face making his daddy chuckle. Together, the Richmond boys headed down to the kitchen and Terry let his eyes drift over his wife’s form appreciatively. She was wearing one of his old band shirts and her bare legs were on display for his hungry eyes. 

“What do you want for breakfast, baby?”

Terry made his way over towards their coffeemaker, chuckling when Elijah let out a little yawn. He smiled when Savannah leaned in and pressed a little kiss to his chubby cheek. 

“I’ve really been missing your biscuits and gravy…”

Savannah smirked up at her man.

“Bacon? Eggs?”

“Gimme the works, mama. I’m gonna need my energy today,” he said as he put the coffee carafe in and started a fresh pot.

“Are you?”

“Mmmhm… Got four months time to make up for. Plus, I promised you I’d rub those thighs raw. And I keep my promises.”

The blush ran from the tops of her breasts up to the apples of her cheeks. One thing Terry didn’t do was beat around the bush. He leaned back against the counter, his eyes drinking her in as she began to cook for him. He gently rubbed Elijah’s back as the smell of coffee filled the air. His son nuzzled his face against his chest, murmuring softly before looking up at him. Savannah glanced over at her husband, her heart melting when she saw the way their son was looking up at him. Seeing him as a father was one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. Not to mention incredibly sexy. From those very first moments in the hospital after his birth, Terry had been a hands on father, especially in the beginning when she’d been recovering from childbirth. Never had to ask him to change a diaper. Never complained about getting the baby at 3AM. He was such an excellent partner to her as a husband that when he asked for a baby, she didn’t hesitate. Savannah knew he would be a wonderful father and he was. 

Once the biscuit dough was ready, she began to roll it out and cut out individual biscuits, a little smile on her face. She hadn’t felt this content in a long while. Having her husband home made everything better. She smiled when she felt him walk up behind her, his lips softly pressing against her bare shoulder.

“Have I told you how sexy you look this morning? Savannah giggled softly, glancing up at him before putting some butter in the microwave to melt. She stepped in closer to him, slipping her arms low around his waist. Eyes closed, she took a deep breath of his familiar scent.

“Maybe… But I love hearing it.”

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. The baddest. The finest. I still can’t believe you’re my wife sometimes, mama…”

“I don’t know why,” she murmured as she reached up, gently running her fingers along his jawline. “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. And you gave me the most perfect baby boy ever.” Elijah cooed softly when his mother leaned in and kissed his chubby little cheek.

“He is incredible, isn’t he?”

Terry proudly looked down at his son as he basked in his mother’s affection.

“He sure is."

"You know, since we make such perfect kids, we should make a couple more.”

Savannah smirked as she looked up at her husband.

“Is that so, Mr. Richmond?” “Mmmhmm. I want a daughter with your eyes. I mean that, ladybug… I’ve wanted that since the first time I saw you.”

“You’re gonna get your girl…”

The arm he had around her waist tightened, bringing her in close to his body.

"I’m so grateful for you, Sav. I know I don’t say that nearly enough, but…thank you, baby. For everything you do. For the family you’ve given me.”

Savannah pressed a soft kiss to his full lips, leaning up on her toes to reach him.

“Where is this coming from, baby?”

“Just needed to be said. I love getting you pregnant and seeing you with my baby inside you, but I know it takes a lot out of you. And I appreciate that you’re willing to go through that over and over again to create our family.”

“I guess it’s lucky for you that I loved being pregnant then, huh?”

“Very,” he murmured, a feral grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss her again.

Savannah smiled against his lips before deepening the kiss, moaning softly as his tongue flicked her upper lip. She felt her nipples pebble beneath her thin shirt as he pressed her close to him. Their baby’s soft coos broke up the moment and Terry pulled back with a little smirk on his face, loving the slightly dazed look in his wife’s eyes. He’d never get tired of seeing that look. Not for as long as he lived. He slid his hand from her waist down to her ass, playfully gripping the plump cheek in his hand.

“Mmmm… damn.”

“Be good if you wanna eat any time soon.”

“Eat what?”

A bright blush covered her cheeks as her nasty ass husband smirked down at her. He loved that after all the things they'd done together, she still blushed like the sweet little innocent she’d been before he’d gotten his hands on her. 

“So nasty!” 

Savannah playfully shoved at her husband’s chest before walking over to the microwave and grabbing her melted butter. Terry watched as she brushed it over the tops of the biscuits before sliding them into the oven and setting her timer.

“Spicy sausage or regular?” She murmured softly as she looked into their large refrigerator. 

“Spicy.”

Savannah grabbed the bacon, sausage and eggs, bringing everything over to the kitchen island. She hummed softly as she cooked. Terry sat a steaming mug of coffee in front of her, fixed exactly how she liked it. 

"Thank you, honey…” 

“You’re welcome. Any plans today?”

“Just relaxing with you. You know your mama and daddy agreed to give us a little time to ourselves, but you know they’re throwing you a welcome home party right?”

“I know..”

“They miss you baby. Just like I do.”

“I know. I just don’t wanna be the center of attention.”

“And you won’t have to be. You know everyone is gonna be super excited to see Eli too. Just smile and have fun. We’ll only stay a couple hours.”

“How about one?”

“At least two,” she said with a smirk. “You know how much I had to beg just to get you all to myself right now??”

“Did you?”

“Damn right. Your mama loves me and she’s a wonderful mother in law. But you’re her baby… and she misses you. And now that I have Eli… I get it. She wants to see you in person and make sure you’re ok for herself. I’d want the same. Luckily… she wants more grandkids, so thats how I got her to agree to having you all to myself for twenty four hours.”

"You bribed my mother with babies?” He said, a smirk gracing those full lips of his.

“Sure did. And it worked out to your benefit, didn’t it? Otherwise, you would have had every Richmond in the Carolinas with me at the airport. And I would not have been bent over the side of the bed like I was.”

“Oh, I’ll always make time to bend your fine ass over. Never doubt that. I can be sleep deprived for 48 hours and all you gotta do is flash me a nipple and I’m good to go.”

Savannah just laughed, shaking her head as she used a wooden spoon to start breaking up the spicy Italian sausage she was cooking. 

“All it takes is a nipple?”

“Just a hint of areola. Matter of fact, just seeing your nipples right now through that shirt would do it for me."

“Would?”

“Is.”

Savannah glanced down, smirking when she saw the bulge at her husband’s crotch.

“You’re holding our baby…”

“He’s gotta learn how he got here one day.”

“Oh my God, Terry…” 

She shook her head as she continued to cook. 

“Just being honest.”

The taste of freshly roasted coffee exploded on her tastebuds as she took her first sip of her coffee.

“I do appreciate knowing I can always do it for you.”

“Gonna do it for me for the rest of my life, Mrs. Richmond,” Terry murmured as he stepped in close again and kissed her temple, his big body crowding hers. Savannah leaned back against her husband’s strong body, sighing softly when he wrapped his free arm around her waist and pulled her in close. She could feel him against her round ass and suddenly couldn’t wait to have him again. She yawned softly, smiling when she heard Elijah’s responding yawn. 

“Why is everything he does just the cutest thing ever?”

Terry smirked, shifting the baby so he was laying against his chest.

“Cause he’s cute like his fine ass mama.”

“Oh please. He is your little clone. Even though I did all the work.”

“Uhh… I put in work.”

She snickered and shook her head.

“Yeah, like an hour of work. Mama put in nine months and fourteen hours of labor worth of work for that precious little bundle you’re holding.”

Terry grinned, gently bouncing their son.

“Worth every moment. I'm ready and willing to put that work in whenever you're ready, Mrs. Richmond.”

Savannah just giggled as she continued to cook. In no time, their kitchen was filled with the scent of her famous biscuits and gravy. Terry helped her bring everything over to the counter before sitting Elijah in his high chair with a bit of scrambled eggs in front of him. The couple ate in comfortable silence, just enjoying the peaceful moment.

“So when is this party?”

“Tomorrow afternoon… Your mom said we could head over around noon.”

Terry nodded as he stood, carrying their empty plates into the kitchen and loading them in the dishwasher.

"She want me to bring anything?"

“Nah... I’m gonna bring some sweet potato pies, but thats it. Your dad’s gonna grill. They just want you,” she said with a little smile on her face. 

“It’ll be nice,” Terry murmured. “Weather’s supposed to be pretty tomorrow. It’ll be nice to be out on the lake.”

“Yeah… I think so. And while everyone is busy fawning over Eli, I’m planning on stealing you away..”

“Oh are you?”

“Mmmhm... Been forever since we've made love out there.”

“My nasty little wife,” he murmured as he stepped close to her. “Wanting to get fucked with all her family around her.”

He grinned when he saw her cheeks redden a bit. The very first time they’d indulged in his voyeurism kink, it had been at a family get together with mostly Savannah’s family, shortly after they'd become official. And one of her aunts, deciding to be messy, had invited her ex. The man didn’t hide the fact that he wanted to get back with Savannah despite her belonging to Terry at this point. So Terry had taken Savannah in his truck and he dripped down her thighs for the remainder of the night. The best part was when the ex came outside looking for her and found her riding Terry to kingdom come. Had Savannah not been fully covered, Terry would have lost his shit. Thankfully, she'd chosen to wear a cute little sundress to the party which was easy access for a jealous Terry. Savannah had never seen her ex, but Terry had. He’d stared into that man’s eyes as he made his future wife fall apart on his thick dick. Since then, they’d indulged this shared kink multiple times. Terry’s one rule was that he didn’t want anyone else, male or female, to touch his wife’s naked body. Savannah always knew Terry’s hard and fast rule that if she got him hard, she had to handle it. It made for a very active and fun sex life for the couple. 

“I’ll make it happen, baby,” Terry murmured, dipping his head and pressing a sweet kiss behind her ear. 

“You wanna watch a movie?”

“Mmhmm… Pick something fun.”

Savannah grinned as she hopped up and walked into the living room to pick a movie while her husband cleaned the baby up. When he joined her, she curled up against his massive body, smiling when their baby boy snuggled up between the two of them. Elijah crawled into her lap, a drooling smile on his face as he looked up at her.

“How's my little angel?"

Terry chuckled as he watched his son coo up at his wife. This was perfect... this moment right here was more than he could have ever asked for. A wife. A son. Peace. Didn’t get better than that.

—

The next afternoon

Terry tightened his hold on his wife’s hand as they walked into the backyard of his parent’s home. He wasn’t much for these big family gatherings, but his wife was a little social butterfly. It wasn’t that he didn’t love his family. He absolutely did. They could just be exhausting sometimes, especially after a long deployment. But he knew his mama was looking forward to seeing him and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Folks quickly realized the man of the hour had arrived as they made their way over to Terry's parents, who were relaxing with several of his aunts and uncles. Savannah smiled when his mother shot up, beelining over to her baby and throwing her arms around him. She stood back for a moment, gently rubbing Elijah’s back while she watched her mother in law, Elise, embrace her firstborn son. Her husband had a smile on his face as he gently rocked his mother back and forth, holding her close. She pulled back, a big grin on her face as she cradled his face in her hands.

“You look good, baby.”

“So do you, Ma…”

Elise peered around her son’s shoulder, her smile getting even brighter when she saw her daughter in law and grand baby. Savanah melted into her embrace, grinning when she pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek. Elise gave the best hugs. From the very first time they’d met, she had always made Savannah feel like another daughter and she cherished their relationship.

“How are you doing, sweetheart? You look beautiful as always. And look at my handsome grand baby.”

“I’m great. It’s so good to see you.”

Elijah squealed, waving his arms in an effort to get to his grandma. Savannah snickered as she passed the baby over and he immediately wrapped his little arms around her neck and snuggled close.

“C’mon. You know everyone wants to see you, Terry…”

Terry smirked as he shot his wife a look, reaching for her hand again as they walked over to everyone else. Terry’s father, Terrance Sr., grinned as he stood, hugging his son and daughter in law. Savannah let her eyes drift over her father in law, marveling at how much her husband resembled him. 

Before long, they were relaxing on a chaise lounge, surrounded by family. Terry took a small sip of his beer, his eyes on his son as he laid comfortably in his great-grandmother's arms. Savannah was working on a plate of her father in law's famous BBQ, the man was an artist at that grill, and the smell of it alone had been worth the drive out. What a blessing it was to have the eldest family member here to see the newest one. Terry’s grandmother was a feisty woman and he absolutely adored her. The first time he’d brought Savannah to meet her, the two of them had gotten along famously. It had been a small family dinner, just his parents, grandmother, him and Savannah. When they’d arrived, his grandmother had been in the kitchen putting the final touches on a pie she was making. Before they’d left, his grandmother made sure to pull him aside and the first thing she’d told him was to marry Savannah. She’d been right. Making her his wife had been the best decision of his life.

“You good, baby?”

Savannah peered up at her husband.

“Mmhmm,” she murmured, taking a sip of her sweet tea. “Feels good out here.”

“It does.”

Terry smoothed his hand along her legs, which were laid across his lap. His wife snuggled close to him, relaxing against his strong body. His thumb rubbed back and forth across her knee, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he took a sip of his ice cold beer. As much as he’d complained about coming out today, being here with his family was what he needed. And Savannah had known that. As always.

He pressed a soft kiss to her temple before dipping his head to whisper in her ear.

“You wanna go for a walk around the lake?”

Her nipples hardened into tight buds when she glanced up, meeting her husband’s lusty gaze. She nodded mutely, letting him take her hand and help her to her feet. Terry wrapped her small hand in his as they quietly made their way down towards the lake his family had been gathering at for generations. Since he was just a little boy, this place had been a source of tremendous peace. It was a place he’d often brought his wife while they’d been dating and they’d spent hours at its shores, talking about life and all their grand plans for it. In the distance, Savannah could hear the sounds of their family — her father-in-law’s boisterous laugh, the soft notes of Luther Vandross' crooning floating in the air. Close enough to hear. But not close enough to matter to her husband. 

“Nobody’s coming down here,” he murmured with a little smirk. Not that he cared either way. 

“I know.”

Terry brought her hand to his mouth, a little smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. 

“Such a sweetheart,” Savannah murmured softly.

“Only for you.”

“Better be only for me,” she said with a little snicker.

Terry just shook his head, a matching smile on his face. 

“No one else can handle you.”

“And you can handle me?”

“Been handling your fine ass for the last couple years just fine, haven't I?”

Savannah smirked, a little blush on her cheeks. Terry came to a stop near the heavy wooden swing that had been there for decades. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch when he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her against his chest. Even after all this time, he still made her feel like this. Like a school girl with the quarterback everyone else wanted. He always made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. Her gaze dropped to his full lips as he lowered his head to hers. The soft press of his lips against hers had her nipples pebbling against his chest. He slowly sat, pulling her into his lap without breaking the kiss. Savannah settled against him, her arms coming up to find the back of his neck. One big hand came up to cradle the back of her head as he deepened the kiss, his teeth teasingly nibbling at her lush bottom lip. Savannah rocked her hips, moaning against her husband’s full lips when she felt him throbbing between her thighs. Terry’s free hand slid down to her waist, gripping her there possessively. The way he anchored her to him had Savannah sighing softly, feeling the tension she hadn't known she was carrying leave her body. 

"I used to think about this," Terry said quietly, his thumb tracing slow circles at her hip. "Over there. The lake. You. Sitting right here."

Savannah pulled back just enough to look at him. The late afternoon light caught his green eyes and she felt that familiar ache in her chest. The one that had never gone away since the first time she'd looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Every single day."

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her again before reaching up and gently cupping her full breast in his hand. He could feel her hard little nipple against his palm. His hands moved over her like she was something rare. Like he still couldn't quite believe she was his. But the grip on her waist said something different — that possession, that quiet claiming that never went away no matter how tender he was. She belonged to him and he belonged to her and God, she loved that. Loved the way those two things lived together in his hands.

“Baby…”

Her words were murmured against his lips, eyes hazy as they drifted over her beloved’s face.

“I love you so much,” he whispered. “My pretty little baby. You know you drive me crazy, don’t you?”

Savannah smiled lazily, rolling her hips again and loving the way his eyes darkened in response.

“I know.”

Terry’s responding grin was almost feral and the sight had her pulse spiking. He dipped his head again, nuzzling her throat before nipping her skin playfully. Her small hands made their way between them, deft fingers finding the button on his jeans. His eyes dropped to her hands, letting her take what she wanted. Terry grunted when her fingertips brushed across his turgid erection. 

“So hard for me.”

“Told you baby… All it takes a nipple,” he said, a pointed look on his face as he glanced down at the hard little nipples poking through the thin fabric of her dress.

When his free hand teasingly brushed against the damp gusset of her panties, Savannah’s body jolted. Terry smirked as he pushed her dress up around her hips, wanting to see what belonged to him. He licked his lips when he saw the scrap of lace that covered what he wanted most at the moment. The hard little bud of her clit beckoned to him and her loud moan when he pressed his thumb against her had his dick jerking between them. With just a flick of his wrist, he tore the thin fabric, bringing it to his face to inhale deeply. Savannah blushed when she saw what he was doing.

“I’ll buy you more.”

“Terry please.”

This time, her hands freed him from the confines of his jeans and he couldn’t help but to be even more turned on by the sight of her small hands wrapped around him. 

“You ready to go for a little ride?”

“Absolutely…"

Terry slouched a bit, one hand holding himself steady as the other helped his wife move into position over his heavy shaft. He almost moaned when he felt the wet kiss from her slick little pussy against the head. As she slowly began to sink onto him, he groaned loudly, her body gripping him like a vise. 

“Oh my God,” she whispered softly, her arms tightening around his neck. 

It didn’t seem to matter how many times they made love. Terry’s first thrust was always her favorite. She craved that feeling of him forging herself inside, making her body give in to his desires. The wide head of his shaft reached deep inside her, brushing against her g-spot as he pulled back and thrust again. She began to roll her hips against him, taking him deep every time. Savannah watched her husband through low lidded eyes, teeth worrying her bottom lip as she watched him watching her. He was so beautiful to her when he was like this. Passionate. Feral. She closed her eyes and just let herself feel. The warm breeze against her skin. The way his strong hands gripped her hips, dragging her against him with every thrust. That heaviness in her breasts, brought on by both passion and the natural letdown that happened. Terry’s eyes flicked between his wife’s beloved face and the sight of their joining, occasionally obscured by the fabric of her dress. He loved being the one who got to see her like this. Free. Passionate. Consumed. It stirred something deep inside of him to know that he was the one who could give this to her. As he met every rock and roll of her hips with a heavy thrust from below, he felt that familiar tightening in his belly. It was all too soon, but not surprising. The excitement of being outside, so close yet far enough away from their family, that slight fear of getting caught. The thrill it sent through him pulsed in his blood and it turned him on so fucking much.

As his gaze made its way back to her face, he remembered how he'd dreamt of moments like this. Thousands of miles away from the woman who held his heart in her tiny little hands, he’d dreamed and prayed to be with her in this way. The warm Carolina breeze on her skin. Her head tilted back in pleasure. His hands gripping the rounded curves of her hips. He was HOME. 

Not South Carolina.

Not this land.

Her.

She was home. Savannah had always been his true north. 

Far off in the distance, he heard one of his cousins laugh. The tinkle of music floated on the air. Terry’s breath caught in his throat when she raised her eyes to his. Nothing else mattered when Savannah was looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. She slowly leaned in, pressing her lips against his. Terry moaned softly as she started to trail kisses down to the side of his neck, tenderly nuzzling the skin there. His hands tightened involuntarily on her. To think… he almost didn’t make it back to this. To her. To his son. It was a thought he’d always pushed away into the furthest recesses of his mind, but… he could have missed out on this. Being loved by her. Making love to her under the warmth of the sun. Terry let his eyes drift closed as the hot lash of Savannah’s tongue hit his throat. 

“Mmmm… I love you so fucking much.” 

Savannah’s smile was wicked as she raised her eyes to his face, feeling the rhythmic clenching in her lower body. As much as she loved making love with her husband, she almost loved this part more. So close to the ultimate gratification. Every sensation felt heightened. Every moment balanced on that fine precipice of longing and pleasure.  

“I love you more,” she whispered, pressing her lips to his as her orgasm rushed towards her.

Terry could feel that familiar pulsing around his thick cock and groaned against her lips as she fell apart in his arms. Holding her tight to him, it only took two more deep thrusts before he joined her in bliss, moaning her name as his seed spurted deep inside of her. 

“I love how that feels,” she murmured, a naughty little smile on her lips as she wiggled her hips teasingly. Terry, still sensitive, groaned when her body lovingly tightened around him.

“You're so bad," he muttered, teasingly slapping the side of her ass. 

“You made me like this.”

The proud smile on his lips told her all she needed to now. Still inside of her, he reached up with both hands, cradling her face as he leaned in to kiss her softly. The sound of his father's loud laugh disturbed the air, reminding them both that they should be getting back. 

Moments later, they were both mostly put back together. Terry tucked her torn panties in his back pocket with a little smirk and Savannah blushed brightly when she saw him. His blue green eyes met hers.

"If I leave'em here, someone will find them.... know what we’ve been up to.”

Savannah motioned to her flushed face and slightly messy hair.

"Pretty sure they’re gonna know already, baby.”

Terry chuckled softly, reaching out to tuck a soft curl behind his wife’s ear.

“You look beautiful…”

And just like that, Savannah melted all over again. Terry tucked her hand in his, walking back up towards the family gathering. As usual, he looked completely unbothered. It didn’t matter one way or another if his family knew what they’d been up to. They were grown. And married. As soon as they stepped foot back in the backyard, his cousin Marcus spotted Savannah’s flushed cheeks and Terry’s ultra relaxed state and immediately clocked them. Before he could fix his lips to say a word, Terry cut his eyes at him, giving him a look that shut him up in his tracks. Didn’t stop the little snicker he let out though. Savannah blushed brightly, burying her face against her husband’s massive bicep. 

“Stop looking like you’re about to commit a murder.”

“Thought you liked it when I got a little violent.”

Savannah just shook her head as she glanced around for her baby. Her heart melted when she saw him sprawled across his grandmother’s chest, his eyes heavy. Elise softly rubbed the baby’s back, the smile on her face one of pure joy. She looked up at them as they approached, a knowing look on her face. She didn’t say anything, just reached up and squeezed his hand in hers. Terry leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his mama’s cheek. As he rose to his full height, Terry’s grandmother caught his eye from her spot on the covered back porch. She was settled in her favorite chair, an ice cold glass of slightly too sweet Southern sweet tea in her hand. She was watching him like she always had, seeing seemingly every version of him from boyhood to now. Those eyes of hers a mirror of his own, down to the shape and color. When she beckoned for him to come over, he went without hesitation, squatting down at her side. One weathered hand came out to cradle his cheek and he closed his eyes as emotion washed over him. For as long as he could remember, his grandmother had always been a safe harbor in the storm. He was well aware that he was living proof of her prayers for him. 

“You look good, baby.”

“Feels good to be back.”

“You just remember what you were fighting for,” she murmured softly, her eyes flickering over to his wife and son. “Your legacy.”

Terry covered her hand with his, something tightening in his chest as he followed her gaze to his family.

“Yes ma’am.”

She nodded, a satisfied smile on her face as she patted her grandson’s cheek. As if she said everything she needed to say. As if she knew something neither of them could name just yet. Terry stood, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll let you know when we make it home. I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Savannah’s gaze found his as he made his way back over to her. She was cradling their sleepy son in her arms, swaying softly with him. Terry grabbed the baby bag before hugging his parents goodbye. Elise gently hugged her daughter in law before kissing her temple softly.

“Y’all coming for Sunday dinner?”

“Of course we are, Mama.”

Terry dipped his head and kissed her cheek.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

With a hand at his wife’s lower back, he ushered her out to the driveway before opening the back door for her. She quickly buckled the baby in and climbed in the front seat, letting out a soft yawn as Terry closed her car door. The warm Carolina breeze ruffled her hair as Terry backed out of his parents’ driveway and got on the road towards their home.

“Did you have fun, baby?”

Terry glanced over at her with a smirk.

“Indulging in my beautiful wife is always a great time.”  

“You’re so nasty…”

“You asked for it.”

Savannah couldn’t say anything to that. She glanced out the window as the scenery whipped by, fighting back a smile. Terry’s hand had taken up residence on her thigh, squeezing gently. Her gaze found her husband’s profile, quietly taking him in. That man was so damn fine. That hand on her thigh squeezed again.

“You’re looking at me like you want a little more.”

“And what if I am?”

The stubborn little tilt of her chin was so sexy and he was willing to bet she didn’t even know how much he loved it. His eyes briefly met hers and he just smiled. The dark promise in that smile had her belly clenching in response. She pressed her thighs tighter together when he inched his hand a bit higher, his long fingers near the apex of her legs. His eyes focused back on the road and he didn’t say another word as he drove them towards their home. And as his truck ate up the miles between his parents house and their home, the anticipation quietly grew. He pulled into the garage and parked, cutting the engine.

“Let’s get the baby inside.”

Savannah peeked into the backseat as her husband walked around the front of the truck to her side, opening her door for her. Elijah was knocked out, the cutest little miniature of his daddy. Savannah melted all over again as she watched him tenderly unbuckle their son and gently lift the sleeping baby into his arms. Elijah sighed softly, nuzzling his face against his daddy’s throat. Storm met them at the garage door, her tail wagging excitedly.

“Hey there girl…”

“I’m gonna go lay him down. Meet you in the bedroom?”

“Mmm…” Savannah leaned up on her tippy toes to kiss her son’s chubby cheek. “Love you, munchkin.”

Terry’s eyes drifted down to her ass as she turned and walked away. A few minutes after getting the baby settled in his bed, he made his way around the house, checking the doors and windows like he always did. After arming the alarm, he yawned softly as he padded into their bedroom, following his ears to the bathroom. The sight that greeted him was enough to send his heart rate spiking. As he leaned against the door frame, he let his eyes leisurely drift over his wife’s naked body, licking his lips as he watched the way water and fragrant suds sluiced down her curves. His dick jumped in his pants when she turned to face him, the hand holding her washcloth slowing as she realized her husband had entered the room. Her eyes met his, held his gaze a moment longer than was necessary before drifting lower. Terry was still, so still as he just watched her, his erection pressing against the front of his jeans. And Savannah let him look his fill, a little smile on her lips as she dragged the cloth across her pebbled nipples. Slowly, like a leopard stalking its prey, Terry pushed off of the door frame, one hand coming up and reaching behind his neck to tug his t-shirt over and off. Savannah’s breath caught in her throat when she saw the hunger in his eyes. 

“Just remember… you asked for this.”

5AM

Peace. That’s what it felt like lying there in the dark with Savannah in his arms. Her face was nuzzled against his throat, her breath coming in soft warm puffs. She always snuggled up to him like a little cat. Terry gently pressed a kiss to her temple before quietly untangling himself from the lure of her sleep warmed body. She immediately grabbed his pillow, burying her face against it with a little sigh.

Ten minutes later, Terry was dressed in a pair of joggers and a tank, slipping his hunting knife in his favorite sheath at his waist. Just a quick four miles. Running was a habit he’d formed in high school and it had stayed with him all these years. It relaxed him, brought him back into his body. The early morning air was crisp and he took a deep breath, remembering how much he’d missed these smells. The neighbor’s fresh cut grass. The loblolly pines that grew all along his path, scenting the air with a familiar but sharp scent. Only the sounds of the morning birds as music. 

As he made it to the halfway point of his route, his eyes drifted over the changes in the neighborhood. Mrs. Williams added some pretty purple flowers to her mailbox. He wondered if she’d planted them herself or if she’d convinced her husband to do it like she’d mentioned before he’d shipped out. A few minutes later, he made the turn back on Tammaron Drive, the sounds of his feet hitting the pavement loud in the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

The sweet, heavy scent of the magnolia at the edge of the Herron property drifted on the morning air as he rounded the curve — his eyes fell on a black Suburban parked outside the Herron residence. Tinted windows. Engine idling. A man sitting in the driver’s seat he didn’t recognize. Samuel Herron was dark skinned and broad. This man was neither of those things. Terry’s eyes flicked to the license plate, filing it away in his mind. Out of habit, his fingers brushed the hilt of his knife before continuing past the vehicle, his eyes straight ahead on his driveway. He slowed his pace once he hit the edge of his property line, panting softly as he walked up the driveway. As he unlocked his front door, he surreptitiously glanced back at the car again. Brake lights. The SUV quietly pulled off.

As he made his way to their bedroom, Terry couldn’t ignore that nagging little feeling in the back of his mind. Hot water sluiced over his sweat slick skin, the letters and numbers of that license plate rolling over and over in his head. The house next to the Herron’s was for sale. Maybe it was a prospective owner checking out the neighborhood at off peak hours. It was something Terry would do. As he dried off, his thoughts drifted back towards more pleasant things, like his wife waiting for him in their bed. Storm perked her head up as he walked back into the bedroom and he scratched between her ears, murmuring softly to her. Savannah sleepily reached towards him when he sat on the edge of the bed, her little hand gasping air until he settled next to her and pulled her back into his arms. She smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before laying her head back down.

It was probably nothing.

Just the typical paranoia of a stateside Marine.

Everything was ok.

Right? 

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[daniiwrites]

Happy holidays!

will you be updating wicked games? Or ties that bind

Chapter 2 of Wicked Games is up! And the next chapter of Ties that Bind is in edit. ;)

And thank you for mentioning Ties that Bind cause I felt like no one likes it.

[daniiwrites]

Hiiii! I lOOVVVEEE your stories. Your an amazing writer👌🏾 I was just wondering when you would update the wicked games story? I absolutely love it down bad and I NEED another part. Thank you baddieeeeee😘

Hiii!! Thank you so much!! That's very kind of you to say. I'm currently writing the next chapter of Shooter and Ruin, but the third chapter of Wicked Games is mapped out. I'm hoping to have it done in the next week or so.

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[lovefortvinc]

New pics of Aaron in “Laterns” Aug 16 on HBO

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[daniiwrites]

Can we please get a chapter 2 of shooter?? 😩

You will! I swear. It’s about 85% done.

[trippinsorrows]

the talk

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒𑁤 with a house full of children, all of whom are still in single digits, finding one on one time can be a challenge for roman and solana. with the younger kids down for naps and the eldest keeping themselves occupied, mom and dad sneak away for some adult only time. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𑁤 smut. dirty talk. unprotected sex. established, married couple. age gap (10yrs). roman stressed tf out. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𑁤 four thousand and some change (4k+) 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𑁤 roman reigns x black!oc  𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𑁤 graphic and dividers by me. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𑁤  we talked about this idea forever ago, and i finally started it a few weeks ago. was definitely a wild ride to write.

⠀⠀ꨄ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 + 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꨄ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀© 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒™

Solana’s glazed eyes roll back and her stomach caves inward as she arches her back off the mattress. Her fingers dig into said mattress, fisting the sheets with an unforgiving grip that’s similair to the unforgiving waves of pleasure rolling throughout her entire body.

“Roman.”

His name falling from his wife’s parted lips force Roman to rip his enchanted gaze from the motion of her big, soft breasts jutting back and forth from the intensity of his thrust to the way she writhes in visible, obvious pleasure on the bed underneath him.

It makes his dick twitch, thick pink tongue dipping from his mouth and running over his bottom lip. Makes his next thrust hit harder and dig deeper. A goal achieved when the sweet, beautiful sound of her whimpers intensify. Pleasing a woman sexually has never really been an issue for Roman. Nothing he worried about because countless experience and ratings of 10/10 across the board all but prevented any sort of insecurity in that area.

In almost all areas of his life.

But Solana has always been the exception.

From the moment she sat on his lap in that restaurant what feels like a century ago, pressed her lips together, pretty eyes dipping as she powered through nerves to issue her request, she’s been his priority.

Her pleasure has been her priority. He’s only ever wanted to make her feel good. 

Most especially in the bedroom. 

With everything she’s been through, she deserves that and everything more.

So to see her eyes clench shut, to feel her slick walls gripping his dick, and to watch the way she writhes with an insatiable hunger, it’s nothing short of fuel. A drug he can’t get enough of and would gladly overdose on if it means he can spend the rest of his life being with her like this.

Being in her like this.

His eyes flick down to where their bodies connect, his breath catching as the glimpse of his dick coated white, her cream gushing and dripping from her tight ass pussy. “Shit, baby,” he groans. “You creaming all over me.” He’s rewarded with another moan that brings about a smug smirk. “C’mon, sweetheart. You know I like words.”

She groans through a closed mouth, the scowl on her face making his smirk deepen. It’s seeing the way she shifts her hands to her chest, the arch in her back depending as her hands graze over and gently squeeze her breast, however, that make his breath hitch.

Triggers an idea.

“But you know what I like more?” Roman smooths his hands up and down her hips as her eyes flutter open, reflecting a haze of lust. She’s visibly dazed, mouth partially ajar, and dark eyebrows caving inward. 

“Ro—”

His name abruptly lost in the quick motion of him switching their positions. It’s suddenly Roman whose back is against their soft, dark sheets and the sight of his wife upward instead of downward. He glides his hand to the back of her ass, as her own plant on his chest. Not once does his dick slip out, instead still seated inside her warmth. Her eyes latch onto his. “Papi watching his pretty girl on top.”

Solana’s swollen lips—still puffy from the way they made out fiercely during foreplay that only lasted a couple of minutes before her palm was smeared with his cum as she stroked his dick to life—lift into a small smile.

She says something in Spanish as he glides his hands to the front of her, traveling up and over the folds of her stomach, her head nodding back when she starts to grind on top of him.

His pupils dilate and his jaw clenches at the feel of her nails pressing into his abs and then his own hands when she travels the length of his long arms and cages his palms against her heavy breasts. Roman finds it impossible to not buck his hips to fuck up into her, especially when the first assisted thrust makes her mouth drop open and her eyes flutter once more.

It’s also impossible to look away from her, for him to not soak in the sight that can cure and heal him on even the roughest of days. 

Like those days, more often than not, that he still can’t comprehend just how the hell they ended up with seven children in under eight years. Two sets of twins, at that. With several of said kids being only a year and some change apart in age. For a man a few years shy of fifty, even with his wife being a decade younger than him, it blows his fucking mind.

But then she does that thing she does. Like she’s doing now. Where she either willingly slides herself on top of his dick or allows him to position her to where she should never leave. Moves and gyrates sensually and slowly, sometimes leaning back just enough so his eyes travel up the slope of her thick ass body and grant him the perfect view of her glistening, fat pussy lips swallowing and dripping over his big dick while she bounces up and down. Spelling her name and claiming what will always be hers.

And he gets it.

Understands fully how and why they ended up with seven kids. 

Solana’s moans and whimpers amplify as her intensify subsides just enough to let him know she’s close. He can feel it in the way her pussy is clamping and fluttering around him. The bed rocks and trembles under the intensity of their sweet, sensual, steamy lovemaking. A silent witness to the most carnal of acts over the years.

“You gon’ come for me, pretty girl?” He’s rewarded with an enthusiastic nod of her head as he gently squeezes her big ass titties, weighing heavy in his palms despite her own braced on his thighs as she continues to ride him. “Gon’ let papi fill—”

“Mommy. Daddy. We’re bored. Can you play—”

The intensity of the scream of horror that erupts from Solana’s mouth is matched only by the way she quickly scrambles to move off of Roman who hisses a quiet, “shit” that’s easily drowned under the sound of the additional set of screams. Screams from the faces of their three oldest children who stand in the doorway with ajar mouths. 

Lina, Leya, and Tama. Eyes as wide as saucers. Lina being the one to shove her siblings out of the way as they slam the door shut.

The minute it’s closed, however, the panic doesn’t end.

It only begins.

“Roman!” She shouts from the side of the bed, face flustered, sheet covering her body sweaty body. “I thought I told you to lock the door!”

“I did!” He shouts, running a hand through his hair, damp at the roots from his exertion. “That damn Lina must have picked the fucking lock.”

“Oh my God,” she breathes, one hand over her mouth. “That didn’t just happen." He can't tell if she's talking to him, herself, or them both. Though, in all honestly, it doesn't make much of a difference. They didn’t just walk in on us having sex.”

“Pretty sure they did,” he mutters, falling back on the bed, eyes shut. His head is suddenly pounding and the neglected pressure and weight of his still fully erect dick is a pain he can’t ignore but is forced to. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It did.”

“We’ve traumatized them.”

“Sol, that’s a bit fucking dramatic.”

She gasps, one hand over her mouth. Her voice is muffled against her palm but audible, nonetheless. “They’re never going to be the same.”

“We already have them in therapy. They’ll be alright.” His shrug and perhaps dismissive comment earns him a glare that makes him roll his eyes. “Baby, come on. It’s not great, but it’s not the worse thing ever.” Surely. Surely, there are many other things he can list off the top of his head that could forever scar his children. 

This isn’t one of them. 

“But you know what does fucking suck?” She frowns, and he gestures to his lap, the outline of his big dick and wet spot where cum is smeared against the sheets stare back at them. “Being so close to feeling that pretty puss—”

“Roman.” She closes her eyes and runs her hand through her blown out hair. He can’t help the way his eyes drop to her chest, the outline of her chocolate nipples through the thin sheet making his mouth water and cock twitch. “Really?”

He shrugs once more, unsure where the issue lies, hence his blunt explanation. “We might as well finish—” Solana’s fist colliding with his bicep, however, silences him. 

“Roman!”

“What?” He cuts his eyes, running his hand down his face. What’s done is done. What harm is there in them both finding their release before they tackle the fallout this….incident will have caused. 

But it seems Solana isn’t seeing it that way. 

Her pretty eyes narrow into slits that draw his gaze away from her big ass titties he’d much rather have in his mouth right now. “Our seven and six year old children just walked in on us having sex, and all you can think about is resuming?”

Perhaps he should consider his answer before providing it, but in this moment, he can’t think of any other response than what’s provided in the most casual of tones.

“Well, yes.”

It’s the wrong answer. 

Solana punches and shoves at him once, twice, three times before she stands up from the bed, ranting in Spanish the entire time, the sound of the bathroom door slamming as he closes his eyes and curses lowly. 

“Baby, was that a no?”

“ROMAN!”

Not a word is said. The only sound that fills the Reigns family living room is the volume of the TV turned low and Dulce in the corner playing with one of her squeaky toys, turned away from the unexpected emergency family meeting.

Lina, Leya, and Tama all sit on one sofa. The oldest with her hands squeezing the edge of the sofa. Tama kicking his legs up and down. Leya holding onto her latest Build-A-Bear that Roman gifted her when he took the girls out two weekends ago so that Solana could spend time with the boys. 

Meanwhile, Solana sits next to her husband who is leaned back into the sofa with his arms crossed. A position that indicates a level of nonchalance that’s the polar opposite of his wife who is perched on the edge of the sofa, hands folded gracefully on her knees.

“Well.” She eventually clears her throat, kickstarting the conversation no parent ever wants to have. “I know….I know you guys must have questions.”

Of course they do. At seven and six, the oldest set of kids, coined the OG’s of their siblings, are never short of questions to issue to one or both parents. Leya being the exception. She’s not as vocal as her siblings, often preferring to ask hers in the form of little notes, diary entries, and whispers that follow the tug of a sleeve. 

She’s like Solana. Quiet and reserved.

Lina and Tama couldn’t be any more opposite.

The eldest boy the first to ask, continuing to kick, his eyes ever so often drifting to the TV. “What were you doing?” 

It’s only one of many questions to follow, however, as Lina purses her lips together. She reaches to push back a curl that’s just one of several to slip out of the bun she did herself this morning, wanting to try to do her hair on her own. A valiant effort with a subpar outcome. “And why were you guys naked?”

“Are all your clothes dirty, mami?” 

“Did the clothes fairy take all your clothes?”

“Is it because we’re poor now?”

“Fucking hell,” Roman curses lowly. Solana subtly shifts her right thigh into his leg, the closest thing she can do without actually shoving him in front of their children who are hitting them with a number and variety of questions they weren’t fully prepared for. Obviously. “No, we’re not poor, son.” 

“Babies.” Solana manages a small smile despite the way her stomach is in knots and has been in knots from the moment the door opened and revealed her in the midst of….riding. “Mommy and daddy…..we…..well, we were playing a game.”

Lina tilts her head to the side, and Tama frowns, as if not following. Leya is the only one who’s remained silent, allowing her siblings to be her voice as she gently caresses the lilac mane of her stuffed animal. “Is that why you were sitting on top of daddy?”

Solana feels like her body is on fire. Like she accidentally hit the heat on the thermostat this morning instead of the AC. She can only imagine how flustered and reddened her face must be.

This is a mess.

“Yes,” she manages. How? She hasn’t the slightest clue. Similar to how she’s not entirely sure how to explain said game to her children who haven’t even hit double digits yet.

“What’s the game called?”

Thankfully, a lifeline is thrown as Roman decided to enter the discussion, saving his wife from Lina’s follow-up. “It’s not for kids.”

Tama’s frown deepens at the answer, his confusion written all over his adorable face. At six, he still holds a level of baby fat. Chubby cheeks and thicker limbs with a head full of hair and the best hugs for his mama. “The game is called It’s Not For Kids?”

Roman leans forward and shakes his head. “No, I’m saying the game we were playing isn’t for kids.”

Lina tilts her head to the side. “How come?”

“We’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“How old?”

“Very old.”

“Like you?”

Roman opens his mouth, clearly to say some smart shit back to his smartass son only to quickly pivot. He looks over at his wife, his deep voice gruff and almost murmured, “don’t ask me to have no more goddamn kids.”

“Roman.”

Lina giggles. From a baby, she’s always been most entertained by Roman’s potty mouth. He’d be going off on someone over the phone as the girls sat with him in his office, in their matching bouncers, because they’ve always wanted to be by him, and she’d be smiling and babbling away. What he always feared causing them to fear him has always been the side of him that Lina especially has found most entertaining. “Daddy, you said a bad word.”

“It’s cause he’s old,” Tama supplies, leaning over and grabbing his feet as he explains to his sisters, “uncle Dwayne said old people can say bad words.” 

Lina nods with agreement, as if the explanation unlocked the part of her brain that’d temporarily forgotten such important information. “That’s why mommy doesn’t say bad words. Cause she’s not old.”

Roman, however, has shifted from one question to another, finally landing on the one that’s the most pressing following their short exchange. He frowns. “How old do ya’ll think I am?”

Tama doesn’t miss a beat answering with a straight face and utmost confidence. “105.”

Solana’s quiet gasp beside him is only partially registered as his eyes widen. “A hundred—” Roman runs his hand over his face, stroking at his beard he’s almost certain is going to be entirely white before the end of this conversation. “Both of ya’ll asses are getting taken out my will.”

“Roman!”

“What’s a will?”

“Something only you will be in, Leya,” he answers with an abundance of ease. At this point, her spot is guaranteed. Aria, Nick, Koa, and Kai as well, too. But these other two hellion children of his?

Yeah, they can be taken care of by Solana’s side of the family.

“The point here,” Solana steps in, stressing the word ‘point’ and clearly wanting to get things back on track. She reaches over, hand on his knee, smile directed towards the sources of the headache Roman can feel brewing. It started when he was so fucking close to coming all in his wife until they decided to be fucking cock blockers. “—is that mommy and daddy were doing what mommies and daddies do, and it’s not for kids, but we’re sorry that you saw us.”

Leya hugs her stuffed animal closer, deciding to break the silence she’s always comfortable sat in, even from the moment she said her first word. Roman and Solana have always said Leya rests in the quiet because she knows her twin will always fill it for her. For both of them. And God has that been the truth.

“Is that the game that makes babies?”

Still reeling from his disrespectful ass children’s ridiculous ass belief regarding his age, Roman is only somewhat paying attention to Leya's question that has Solana looking, once again, like a deer in headlights.

“Umm,” she starts, engaging in the quickest creation, navigation, and finalization of a mental pros and cons list that one can mentally conjure in such a do or die moment. “Y—yes. It—it is.” 

Tama’s face settles into a scowl that is reminiscent, once more, of his father who sits across from him wearing the same expression. A mirror. “You and daddy play the game a lot.”

“Is that why you have so many babies, mami?”

“She’s not having any more. I can tell you that much.”

“Roman, please,” Solana hisses, casting him a quick side glare and widening of her eyes that nonverbally implores some sort of request for cooperation vs sabotage. 

“But you were just playing it.”

“It doesn’t always make a baby, Lina.” Solana explains, reviving her smile and resisting the urge to elbow her unhelpful husband. “Just….sometimes.”

“Well, how do you—”

“Look,” Roman cuts in. The shift in his voice, deeper and with a hint of irritation, draws the focus of his kids and his wife. “The deal is this. When your mom and I are in the room with the door closed and especially with it locked, you guys aren’t to come in. We told you before we went upstairs we were going to be busy and to knock if you needed something.” Tama opens his mouth, hence Roman lifting his hand to silence what he already has a rebuttal for. “You guys wanted something. You didn’t need anything, and I don’t know how the hell you can get bored when we got this big ass house and there’s three of you.”

“Your dad is right, babies.” Solana sighs. She runs her thumb over Roman’s knee, adopting a perhaps gentler approach to what is an undisputed truth. “Your bothers and sisters are down for naps. I fixed you lunch not even an hour ago and made snacks. You didn’t really need us.”

“But beyond that—” Roman gestures between the terror non-twins with his index finger. “Ya’ll gotta stop with this picking the locks shit. I get that you were young when you first stated doing it and didn’t really know better, but you guys are older and should know better by now.” He focuses his gaze especially on the eldest of his unruly children. “And I know it was you who taught your brother and sister.”

More Tama than Leya being the student, because Roman has no doubt the most well behaved of his offspring has never utilized any of the criminal like behavior taught by her sister. She’s always just been an innocent bystander. An unwilling accomplice.

Confronted with a truth she can’t deny, Lina instead pouts and crosses her arms. “But I already showed Aria and Nic!“

“You what?” And just like that, Roman’s blood pressure shoots up once more. Or maybe it’s just been up since the kids walked in on them and is just reaching levels previously unknown. “They’re only 2 and 3. How the hell did you—”

“Well, don’t teach or show them any more, okay?” Solana forces a smile and lifts her hand to caress the back of Roman’s neck, fingers brushing against the soft curls and making gentle circular motions near his scalp. A small, subtle but helpful act that always helps to calm him down, which is evidently needed given these damn kids are two more questions or statements away from giving him a stroke. 

Tama is the first to fold, giving a dramatic sigh while looking at Sol. “Okay, mami.” 

“I won’t do it anymore,” Lina also concedes, shoulders dropping as Leya reaches over to take her hand, offering a small smile.

It’s a sweet gesture, but Roman is still confused. “Now why the hell couldn’t ya’ll just listen when I sa—”

A semi loud buzzing sound redirects focus and causes Solana’s hand to drop from its soothing position to lean over and grab her phone. Roman peers down as she taps her fingers quickly and pulls up a familiar screen. The app that connects to the baby monitors in all of the younger kids rooms. The inside of Nicolás room with his small body sitting up in the middle of his bed, still swaddled in his Cars themed bedding. Rubbing his eyes, his dark hair ruffled and a small frown on his face, Solana hits the volume just in time for a soft “mommy” to fill the living room.

“Nicky’s up,” she says more to the kids than her husband. Locking the phone and reaching it to Roman, she stands up, his eyes briefly shifting to the back of her ass that’s curved and sitting perfectly in her skin tight shorts. “Mommy’s gotta go check on Nicky, but you guys can ask daddy any more questions you have.”

It’s that last sentence, however, that stops Roman from licking his lips and reaching to palm his wife’s nice, round ass and instead look up at her with a shade of bewilderment. “Wait, what?”

Solana turns and leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, whispering quickly, “you got this, papi.”

His jaw tightens. “Sol—“

Another peck to the corner of his mouth before she’s walking out to tend to their middle son. 

That leaves just him with the eldest three.

The OG’s. 

Except the time for them bombarding him with question after question, most of which he knows he can’t answer even remotely as well as his wife, is over as he has his own question. 

“How old do you think your mom is?”

Roman is far from a stupid man. His wife being ten years his junior comes at little surprise to no one. Solana, in his opinion, has always looked a bit on the younger side. A youthful face that hasn’t changed much since the first time he laid eyes on her. Thus, he expects the guess to be on the lower end of the number spectrum.

He just couldn’t have anticipated how low.

“25.”

His jaw drops just a few inches, gaze locked between Terror Child 1 and Terror Child 2. “25?” He could see it. Sure. Again, not even forty, she’s far from old, and unlike himself, hasn’t a gray hair in sight. But it’s the large gap in age guesses that has him puzzled. 

Lina nods with a big smile. “Uncle Dwayne said you bought mommy from the mommy store because she was a sweet young thing.”

“Yeah!” Tama adds enthusiastically, sharing his own horror story that has Roman’s fingers burning and itching to call and cuss out his fucking stupid ass cousin. “And cousin Zilla said you love mommy a lot cause she’s got a gyat.” Tama frowns looking between his sisters and then Roman before ultimately shrugging with defeat. “But we don’t know what any of that means.”

“They said they'll tell us when we’re older.” Leya offers the final statement with a small, innocent smile and gentle squeeze of her sister’s hand before she hugs her stuffed animal once more.

Meanwhile, Roman is back to square one. On the verge of a stroke.

There’s so much to process. So much to digest. First things first, he’s cussing out both Dwayne and Zilla. Probably firing the latter cause what the fuck?

“So let me get this straight.” Brows caved, tossing her phone on the sofa to the side of him, Roman is all hand gestures and deep scowl as he tries to make sense of the nonsense. “You think your mom is 25, but I’m 105—”

“106,” Lina interjects. “You just had another birthday when mommy was talking.”

Tama nods, face just as serious as his voice while he clarifies as if it’s the most obvious thing, “old people grow up really faster.”

Roman closes his eyes.

These. Fucking. Kids.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, leaning back into the sofa, head back as he tries to count backwards from 10. Or 100. “Go to your rooms.”

The chorus of their giddy laughter is the backdrop to his misery. How the fuck did he end up with two such fucking nightmares of children? It’s like they spend time figuring out ways to drive him fucking mad. 

He keeps trying to tell Solana those two are gonna send him to an early grave, but she doesn’t believe him.

Bet she’ll believe it when he’s on his deathbed, and she’s holding his hand while the fucking Joker and Harley Quinn are standing at the edge of said deathbed asking when the bank closes.

Thoughts of revisiting the previously abandoned discussion of boarding school are interrupted when Roman feels movement. He snaps his head forward only to be met with Leya reaching for his arm as she climbs onto the sofa. Her stuffed animal set in the same spot where Solana previously sat. It’s the twinkle in her eyes, however, and the way she almost nervously lifts her hand to his face, that give him pause. Her small palm pressing gently against his cheek. The smile that grows as his beard no doubt tickles her before she leans over and wraps her arms around his neck. Just like that, all the tension and frustration melt away.

What’s left is the peace and calm. His hand on the small of her back as he returns her gesture when she pulls back just enough to look at him. Roman pushes her curls out of her face, seeing so much of Solana in her. Beyond just appearance. Leya inherited every bit of her mother, including Solana’s uncanny ability to soothe him on his darkest days. 

But something tugs in his chest as he stares at her. He sees those same eyes that stared back at him with innocent wonder the first time he held her. This tiny human being who he was secretly terrified of dropping or holding too tight. Not keeping his hand in the right spot to support her neck. So many concerns and worries that’ve calmed slightly but will always remain to some degree.

And it baffles him. How quickly time has passed.

Seven. Lina and Leya are now seven. 

It feels like only yesterday he and Solana were bringing the girls home for the first time, and now he can recall the way they crowded their parents when Koa and Kai were carried through the front door for the first time.

It’s fucking surreal. 

He opens his mouth to return her sentiment, the I love you, daddy she murmured in Samoan as he reflected on time that seems to be moving much too quick for his likening. 

And then the fucking deviants.

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Lina shouts happily, running into the living room and jumping on the sofa, as Leya giggles and leans into him. “You just turned 107!”

Tamasa, of course, is not far behind, instead standing before him with his head titled, tossing up and down the football that’s not that much bigger than his head with practiced ease. “Do you need a cane now?”

“I'm putting you two up for adoption.”

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The way I just hollered. 😂😂😂😂😂

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😂😂😂 i'm glad it made you laugh! lord knows i cackled a few times writing it lmaooo

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Girl, I wish you could have heard the sound that came out when that door opened!!!

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Wicked Games

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 is up.

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the talk

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒𑁤 with a house full of children, all of whom are still in single digits, finding one on one time can be a challenge for roman and solana. with the younger kids down for naps and the eldest keeping themselves occupied, mom and dad sneak away for some adult only time. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𑁤 smut. dirty talk. unprotected sex. established, married couple. age gap (10yrs). roman stressed tf out. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𑁤 four thousand and some change (4k+) 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𑁤 roman reigns x black!oc  𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𑁤 graphic and dividers by me. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𑁤  we talked about this idea forever ago, and i finally started it a few weeks ago. was definitely a wild ride to write.

⠀⠀ꨄ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 + 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꨄ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀© 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒™

Solana’s glazed eyes roll back and her stomach caves inward as she arches her back off the mattress. Her fingers dig into said mattress, fisting the sheets with an unforgiving grip that’s similair to the unforgiving waves of pleasure rolling throughout her entire body.

“Roman.”

His name falling from his wife’s parted lips force Roman to rip his enchanted gaze from the motion of her big, soft breasts jutting back and forth from the intensity of his thrust to the way she writhes in visible, obvious pleasure on the bed underneath him.

It makes his dick twitch, thick pink tongue dipping from his mouth and running over his bottom lip. Makes his next thrust hit harder and dig deeper. A goal achieved when the sweet, beautiful sound of her whimpers intensify. Pleasing a woman sexually has never really been an issue for Roman. Nothing he worried about because countless experience and ratings of 10/10 across the board all but prevented any sort of insecurity in that area.

In almost all areas of his life.

But Solana has always been the exception.

From the moment she sat on his lap in that restaurant what feels like a century ago, pressed her lips together, pretty eyes dipping as she powered through nerves to issue her request, she’s been his priority.

Her pleasure has been her priority. He’s only ever wanted to make her feel good. 

Most especially in the bedroom. 

With everything she’s been through, she deserves that and everything more.

So to see her eyes clench shut, to feel her slick walls gripping his dick, and to watch the way she writhes with an insatiable hunger, it’s nothing short of fuel. A drug he can’t get enough of and would gladly overdose on if it means he can spend the rest of his life being with her like this.

Being in her like this.

His eyes flick down to where their bodies connect, his breath catching as the glimpse of his dick coated white, her cream gushing and dripping from her tight ass pussy. “Shit, baby,” he groans. “You creaming all over me.” He’s rewarded with another moan that brings about a smug smirk. “C’mon, sweetheart. You know I like words.”

She groans through a closed mouth, the scowl on her face making his smirk deepen. It’s seeing the way she shifts her hands to her chest, the arch in her back depending as her hands graze over and gently squeeze her breast, however, that make his breath hitch.

Triggers an idea.

“But you know what I like more?” Roman smooths his hands up and down her hips as her eyes flutter open, reflecting a haze of lust. She’s visibly dazed, mouth partially ajar, and dark eyebrows caving inward. 

“Ro—”

His name abruptly lost in the quick motion of him switching their positions. It’s suddenly Roman whose back is against their soft, dark sheets and the sight of his wife upward instead of downward. He glides his hand to the back of her ass, as her own plant on his chest. Not once does his dick slip out, instead still seated inside her warmth. Her eyes latch onto his. “Papi watching his pretty girl on top.”

Solana’s swollen lips—still puffy from the way they made out fiercely during foreplay that only lasted a couple of minutes before her palm was smeared with his cum as she stroked his dick to life—lift into a small smile.

She says something in Spanish as he glides his hands to the front of her, traveling up and over the folds of her stomach, her head nodding back when she starts to grind on top of him.

His pupils dilate and his jaw clenches at the feel of her nails pressing into his abs and then his own hands when she travels the length of his long arms and cages his palms against her heavy breasts. Roman finds it impossible to not buck his hips to fuck up into her, especially when the first assisted thrust makes her mouth drop open and her eyes flutter once more.

It’s also impossible to look away from her, for him to not soak in the sight that can cure and heal him on even the roughest of days. 

Like those days, more often than not, that he still can’t comprehend just how the hell they ended up with seven children in under eight years. Two sets of twins, at that. With several of said kids being only a year and some change apart in age. For a man a few years shy of fifty, even with his wife being a decade younger than him, it blows his fucking mind.

But then she does that thing she does. Like she’s doing now. Where she either willingly slides herself on top of his dick or allows him to position her to where she should never leave. Moves and gyrates sensually and slowly, sometimes leaning back just enough so his eyes travel up the slope of her thick ass body and grant him the perfect view of her glistening, fat pussy lips swallowing and dripping over his big dick while she bounces up and down. Spelling her name and claiming what will always be hers.

And he gets it.

Understands fully how and why they ended up with seven kids. 

Solana’s moans and whimpers amplify as her intensify subsides just enough to let him know she’s close. He can feel it in the way her pussy is clamping and fluttering around him. The bed rocks and trembles under the intensity of their sweet, sensual, steamy lovemaking. A silent witness to the most carnal of acts over the years.

“You gon’ come for me, pretty girl?” He’s rewarded with an enthusiastic nod of her head as he gently squeezes her big ass titties, weighing heavy in his palms despite her own braced on his thighs as she continues to ride him. “Gon’ let papi fill—”

“Mommy. Daddy. We’re bored. Can you play—”

The intensity of the scream of horror that erupts from Solana’s mouth is matched only by the way she quickly scrambles to move off of Roman who hisses a quiet, “shit” that’s easily drowned under the sound of the additional set of screams. Screams from the faces of their three oldest children who stand in the doorway with ajar mouths. 

Lina, Leya, and Tama. Eyes as wide as saucers. Lina being the one to shove her siblings out of the way as they slam the door shut.

The minute it’s closed, however, the panic doesn’t end.

It only begins.

“Roman!” She shouts from the side of the bed, face flustered, sheet covering her body sweaty body. “I thought I told you to lock the door!”

“I did!” He shouts, running a hand through his hair, damp at the roots from his exertion. “That damn Lina must have picked the fucking lock.”

“Oh my God,” she breathes, one hand over her mouth. “That didn’t just happen." He can't tell if she's talking to him, herself, or them both. Though, in all honestly, it doesn't make much of a difference. They didn’t just walk in on us having sex.”

“Pretty sure they did,” he mutters, falling back on the bed, eyes shut. His head is suddenly pounding and the neglected pressure and weight of his still fully erect dick is a pain he can’t ignore but is forced to. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It did.”

“We’ve traumatized them.”

“Sol, that’s a bit fucking dramatic.”

She gasps, one hand over her mouth. Her voice is muffled against her palm but audible, nonetheless. “They’re never going to be the same.”

“We already have them in therapy. They’ll be alright.” His shrug and perhaps dismissive comment earns him a glare that makes him roll his eyes. “Baby, come on. It’s not great, but it’s not the worse thing ever.” Surely. Surely, there are many other things he can list off the top of his head that could forever scar his children. 

This isn’t one of them. 

“But you know what does fucking suck?” She frowns, and he gestures to his lap, the outline of his big dick and wet spot where cum is smeared against the sheets stare back at them. “Being so close to feeling that pretty puss—”

“Roman.” She closes her eyes and runs her hand through her blown out hair. He can’t help the way his eyes drop to her chest, the outline of her chocolate nipples through the thin sheet making his mouth water and cock twitch. “Really?”

He shrugs once more, unsure where the issue lies, hence his blunt explanation. “We might as well finish—” Solana’s fist colliding with his bicep, however, silences him. 

“Roman!”

“What?” He cuts his eyes, running his hand down his face. What’s done is done. What harm is there in them both finding their release before they tackle the fallout this….incident will have caused. 

But it seems Solana isn’t seeing it that way. 

Her pretty eyes narrow into slits that draw his gaze away from her big ass titties he’d much rather have in his mouth right now. “Our seven and six year old children just walked in on us having sex, and all you can think about is resuming?”

Perhaps he should consider his answer before providing it, but in this moment, he can’t think of any other response than what’s provided in the most casual of tones.

“Well, yes.”

It’s the wrong answer. 

Solana punches and shoves at him once, twice, three times before she stands up from the bed, ranting in Spanish the entire time, the sound of the bathroom door slamming as he closes his eyes and curses lowly. 

“Baby, was that a no?”

“ROMAN!”

Not a word is said. The only sound that fills the Reigns family living room is the volume of the TV turned low and Dulce in the corner playing with one of her squeaky toys, turned away from the unexpected emergency family meeting.

Lina, Leya, and Tama all sit on one sofa. The oldest with her hands squeezing the edge of the sofa. Tama kicking his legs up and down. Leya holding onto her latest Build-A-Bear that Roman gifted her when he took the girls out two weekends ago so that Solana could spend time with the boys. 

Meanwhile, Solana sits next to her husband who is leaned back into the sofa with his arms crossed. A position that indicates a level of nonchalance that’s the polar opposite of his wife who is perched on the edge of the sofa, hands folded gracefully on her knees.

“Well.” She eventually clears her throat, kickstarting the conversation no parent ever wants to have. “I know….I know you guys must have questions.”

Of course they do. At seven and six, the oldest set of kids, coined the OG’s of their siblings, are never short of questions to issue to one or both parents. Leya being the exception. She’s not as vocal as her siblings, often preferring to ask hers in the form of little notes, diary entries, and whispers that follow the tug of a sleeve. 

She’s like Solana. Quiet and reserved.

Lina and Tama couldn’t be any more opposite.

The eldest boy the first to ask, continuing to kick, his eyes ever so often drifting to the TV. “What were you doing?” 

It’s only one of many questions to follow, however, as Lina purses her lips together. She reaches to push back a curl that’s just one of several to slip out of the bun she did herself this morning, wanting to try to do her hair on her own. A valiant effort with a subpar outcome. “And why were you guys naked?”

“Are all your clothes dirty, mami?” 

“Did the clothes fairy take all your clothes?”

“Is it because we’re poor now?”

“Fucking hell,” Roman curses lowly. Solana subtly shifts her right thigh into his leg, the closest thing she can do without actually shoving him in front of their children who are hitting them with a number and variety of questions they weren’t fully prepared for. Obviously. “No, we’re not poor, son.” 

“Babies.” Solana manages a small smile despite the way her stomach is in knots and has been in knots from the moment the door opened and revealed her in the midst of….riding. “Mommy and daddy…..we…..well, we were playing a game.”

Lina tilts her head to the side, and Tama frowns, as if not following. Leya is the only one who’s remained silent, allowing her siblings to be her voice as she gently caresses the lilac mane of her stuffed animal. “Is that why you were sitting on top of daddy?”

Solana feels like her body is on fire. Like she accidentally hit the heat on the thermostat this morning instead of the AC. She can only imagine how flustered and reddened her face must be.

This is a mess.

“Yes,” she manages. How? She hasn’t the slightest clue. Similar to how she’s not entirely sure how to explain said game to her children who haven’t even hit double digits yet.

“What’s the game called?”

Thankfully, a lifeline is thrown as Roman decided to enter the discussion, saving his wife from Lina’s follow-up. “It’s not for kids.”

Tama’s frown deepens at the answer, his confusion written all over his adorable face. At six, he still holds a level of baby fat. Chubby cheeks and thicker limbs with a head full of hair and the best hugs for his mama. “The game is called It’s Not For Kids?”

Roman leans forward and shakes his head. “No, I’m saying the game we were playing isn’t for kids.”

Lina tilts her head to the side. “How come?”

“We’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“How old?”

“Very old.”

“Like you?”

Roman opens his mouth, clearly to say some smart shit back to his smartass son only to quickly pivot. He looks over at his wife, his deep voice gruff and almost murmured, “don’t ask me to have no more goddamn kids.”

“Roman.”

Lina giggles. From a baby, she’s always been most entertained by Roman’s potty mouth. He’d be going off on someone over the phone as the girls sat with him in his office, in their matching bouncers, because they’ve always wanted to be by him, and she’d be smiling and babbling away. What he always feared causing them to fear him has always been the side of him that Lina especially has found most entertaining. “Daddy, you said a bad word.”

“It’s cause he’s old,” Tama supplies, leaning over and grabbing his feet as he explains to his sisters, “uncle Dwayne said old people can say bad words.” 

Lina nods with agreement, as if the explanation unlocked the part of her brain that’d temporarily forgotten such important information. “That’s why mommy doesn’t say bad words. Cause she’s not old.”

Roman, however, has shifted from one question to another, finally landing on the one that’s the most pressing following their short exchange. He frowns. “How old do ya’ll think I am?”

Tama doesn’t miss a beat answering with a straight face and utmost confidence. “105.”

Solana’s quiet gasp beside him is only partially registered as his eyes widen. “A hundred—” Roman runs his hand over his face, stroking at his beard he’s almost certain is going to be entirely white before the end of this conversation. “Both of ya’ll asses are getting taken out my will.”

“Roman!”

“What’s a will?”

“Something only you will be in, Leya,” he answers with an abundance of ease. At this point, her spot is guaranteed. Aria, Nick, Koa, and Kai as well, too. But these other two hellion children of his?

Yeah, they can be taken care of by Solana’s side of the family.

“The point here,” Solana steps in, stressing the word ‘point’ and clearly wanting to get things back on track. She reaches over, hand on his knee, smile directed towards the sources of the headache Roman can feel brewing. It started when he was so fucking close to coming all in his wife until they decided to be fucking cock blockers. “—is that mommy and daddy were doing what mommies and daddies do, and it’s not for kids, but we’re sorry that you saw us.”

Leya hugs her stuffed animal closer, deciding to break the silence she’s always comfortable sat in, even from the moment she said her first word. Roman and Solana have always said Leya rests in the quiet because she knows her twin will always fill it for her. For both of them. And God has that been the truth.

“Is that the game that makes babies?”

Still reeling from his disrespectful ass children’s ridiculous ass belief regarding his age, Roman is only somewhat paying attention to Leya's question that has Solana looking, once again, like a deer in headlights.

“Umm,” she starts, engaging in the quickest creation, navigation, and finalization of a mental pros and cons list that one can mentally conjure in such a do or die moment. “Y—yes. It—it is.” 

Tama’s face settles into a scowl that is reminiscent, once more, of his father who sits across from him wearing the same expression. A mirror. “You and daddy play the game a lot.”

“Is that why you have so many babies, mami?”

“She’s not having any more. I can tell you that much.”

“Roman, please,” Solana hisses, casting him a quick side glare and widening of her eyes that nonverbally implores some sort of request for cooperation vs sabotage. 

“But you were just playing it.”

“It doesn’t always make a baby, Lina.” Solana explains, reviving her smile and resisting the urge to elbow her unhelpful husband. “Just….sometimes.”

“Well, how do you—”

“Look,” Roman cuts in. The shift in his voice, deeper and with a hint of irritation, draws the focus of his kids and his wife. “The deal is this. When your mom and I are in the room with the door closed and especially with it locked, you guys aren’t to come in. We told you before we went upstairs we were going to be busy and to knock if you needed something.” Tama opens his mouth, hence Roman lifting his hand to silence what he already has a rebuttal for. “You guys wanted something. You didn’t need anything, and I don’t know how the hell you can get bored when we got this big ass house and there’s three of you.”

“Your dad is right, babies.” Solana sighs. She runs her thumb over Roman’s knee, adopting a perhaps gentler approach to what is an undisputed truth. “Your bothers and sisters are down for naps. I fixed you lunch not even an hour ago and made snacks. You didn’t really need us.”

“But beyond that—” Roman gestures between the terror non-twins with his index finger. “Ya’ll gotta stop with this picking the locks shit. I get that you were young when you first stated doing it and didn’t really know better, but you guys are older and should know better by now.” He focuses his gaze especially on the eldest of his unruly children. “And I know it was you who taught your brother and sister.”

More Tama than Leya being the student, because Roman has no doubt the most well behaved of his offspring has never utilized any of the criminal like behavior taught by her sister. She’s always just been an innocent bystander. An unwilling accomplice.

Confronted with a truth she can’t deny, Lina instead pouts and crosses her arms. “But I already showed Aria and Nic!“

“You what?” And just like that, Roman’s blood pressure shoots up once more. Or maybe it’s just been up since the kids walked in on them and is just reaching levels previously unknown. “They’re only 2 and 3. How the hell did you—”

“Well, don’t teach or show them any more, okay?” Solana forces a smile and lifts her hand to caress the back of Roman’s neck, fingers brushing against the soft curls and making gentle circular motions near his scalp. A small, subtle but helpful act that always helps to calm him down, which is evidently needed given these damn kids are two more questions or statements away from giving him a stroke. 

Tama is the first to fold, giving a dramatic sigh while looking at Sol. “Okay, mami.” 

“I won’t do it anymore,” Lina also concedes, shoulders dropping as Leya reaches over to take her hand, offering a small smile.

It’s a sweet gesture, but Roman is still confused. “Now why the hell couldn’t ya’ll just listen when I sa—”

A semi loud buzzing sound redirects focus and causes Solana’s hand to drop from its soothing position to lean over and grab her phone. Roman peers down as she taps her fingers quickly and pulls up a familiar screen. The app that connects to the baby monitors in all of the younger kids rooms. The inside of Nicolás room with his small body sitting up in the middle of his bed, still swaddled in his Cars themed bedding. Rubbing his eyes, his dark hair ruffled and a small frown on his face, Solana hits the volume just in time for a soft “mommy” to fill the living room.

“Nicky’s up,” she says more to the kids than her husband. Locking the phone and reaching it to Roman, she stands up, his eyes briefly shifting to the back of her ass that’s curved and sitting perfectly in her skin tight shorts. “Mommy’s gotta go check on Nicky, but you guys can ask daddy any more questions you have.”

It’s that last sentence, however, that stops Roman from licking his lips and reaching to palm his wife’s nice, round ass and instead look up at her with a shade of bewilderment. “Wait, what?”

Solana turns and leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, whispering quickly, “you got this, papi.”

His jaw tightens. “Sol—“

Another peck to the corner of his mouth before she’s walking out to tend to their middle son. 

That leaves just him with the eldest three.

The OG’s. 

Except the time for them bombarding him with question after question, most of which he knows he can’t answer even remotely as well as his wife, is over as he has his own question. 

“How old do you think your mom is?”

Roman is far from a stupid man. His wife being ten years his junior comes at little surprise to no one. Solana, in his opinion, has always looked a bit on the younger side. A youthful face that hasn’t changed much since the first time he laid eyes on her. Thus, he expects the guess to be on the lower end of the number spectrum.

He just couldn’t have anticipated how low.

“25.”

His jaw drops just a few inches, gaze locked between Terror Child 1 and Terror Child 2. “25?” He could see it. Sure. Again, not even forty, she’s far from old, and unlike himself, hasn’t a gray hair in sight. But it’s the large gap in age guesses that has him puzzled. 

Lina nods with a big smile. “Uncle Dwayne said you bought mommy from the mommy store because she was a sweet young thing.”

“Yeah!” Tama adds enthusiastically, sharing his own horror story that has Roman’s fingers burning and itching to call and cuss out his fucking stupid ass cousin. “And cousin Zilla said you love mommy a lot cause she’s got a gyat.” Tama frowns looking between his sisters and then Roman before ultimately shrugging with defeat. “But we don’t know what any of that means.”

“They said they'll tell us when we’re older.” Leya offers the final statement with a small, innocent smile and gentle squeeze of her sister’s hand before she hugs her stuffed animal once more.

Meanwhile, Roman is back to square one. On the verge of a stroke.

There’s so much to process. So much to digest. First things first, he’s cussing out both Dwayne and Zilla. Probably firing the latter cause what the fuck?

“So let me get this straight.” Brows caved, tossing her phone on the sofa to the side of him, Roman is all hand gestures and deep scowl as he tries to make sense of the nonsense. “You think your mom is 25, but I’m 105—”

“106,” Lina interjects. “You just had another birthday when mommy was talking.”

Tama nods, face just as serious as his voice while he clarifies as if it’s the most obvious thing, “old people grow up really faster.”

Roman closes his eyes.

These. Fucking. Kids.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, leaning back into the sofa, head back as he tries to count backwards from 10. Or 100. “Go to your rooms.”

The chorus of their giddy laughter is the backdrop to his misery. How the fuck did he end up with two such fucking nightmares of children? It’s like they spend time figuring out ways to drive him fucking mad. 

He keeps trying to tell Solana those two are gonna send him to an early grave, but she doesn’t believe him.

Bet she’ll believe it when he’s on his deathbed, and she’s holding his hand while the fucking Joker and Harley Quinn are standing at the edge of said deathbed asking when the bank closes.

Thoughts of revisiting the previously abandoned discussion of boarding school are interrupted when Roman feels movement. He snaps his head forward only to be met with Leya reaching for his arm as she climbs onto the sofa. Her stuffed animal set in the same spot where Solana previously sat. It’s the twinkle in her eyes, however, and the way she almost nervously lifts her hand to his face, that give him pause. Her small palm pressing gently against his cheek. The smile that grows as his beard no doubt tickles her before she leans over and wraps her arms around his neck. Just like that, all the tension and frustration melt away.

What’s left is the peace and calm. His hand on the small of her back as he returns her gesture when she pulls back just enough to look at him. Roman pushes her curls out of her face, seeing so much of Solana in her. Beyond just appearance. Leya inherited every bit of her mother, including Solana’s uncanny ability to soothe him on his darkest days. 

But something tugs in his chest as he stares at her. He sees those same eyes that stared back at him with innocent wonder the first time he held her. This tiny human being who he was secretly terrified of dropping or holding too tight. Not keeping his hand in the right spot to support her neck. So many concerns and worries that’ve calmed slightly but will always remain to some degree.

And it baffles him. How quickly time has passed.

Seven. Lina and Leya are now seven. 

It feels like only yesterday he and Solana were bringing the girls home for the first time, and now he can recall the way they crowded their parents when Koa and Kai were carried through the front door for the first time.

It’s fucking surreal. 

He opens his mouth to return her sentiment, the I love you, daddy she murmured in Samoan as he reflected on time that seems to be moving much too quick for his likening. 

And then the fucking deviants.

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Lina shouts happily, running into the living room and jumping on the sofa, as Leya giggles and leans into him. “You just turned 107!”

Tamasa, of course, is not far behind, instead standing before him with his head titled, tossing up and down the football that’s not that much bigger than his head with practiced ease. “Do you need a cane now?”

“I'm putting you two up for adoption.”

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The way I just hollered. 😂😂😂😂😂