#SIERRA IS HIS WIFE

[hemmohoran]

that was everything i ever dreamed of and more

[magentasteam]

Today I have learned….that Sierra “The Fucking” Knox….can KILL our boi by stepping on him. I thought I was seeing things because I am ill atm, but no—this woman can kill the blackmailer flamingo and 47. So that’s another female character in Hitman that can somehow curve my straightness with murder.

[lonestardust]

all of these convention updates on twitter jsksks good morning to me

[thedeadthree]

besties we survived the couriers mile

[amerasdreams]

it's so sweet how Sierra asks to be part of the Whittaker family. She's tentative about it, which shows how much it means to her. Which is why she asks it. Something she normally wouldn't do, ever. How starved she is for family. And how close she feels to the Whittakers, to even think like this, because she doesn't get close to anyone. But she formed a bond with Jason during their 1st mission together, and a bond with Whit looking for his grandson. Shows how welcoming they are, to make a girl who didn't have ties with anyone, didn't feel the need, wanted independence after her 1st adoptive family, and her unthinkably traumatic childhood, trust enough to want close ties.

[mcrdvcks]

i just need this love spiral

summary: Logan just wants one night alone with you.

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: here was the request that inspired this!

this is set in the same world as Deck The Halls, but you don't have to read that to understand this!

(also this may be my shortest oneshot ever!?)

warnings/tags: reader and logan have a bio kid, laura, fluff, mention of drinking wine, implied sex

Mornings were always Logan’s favorite part of the day—a close second was nighttime. In the mornings there was usually nothing to worry about, he could hold you for as long as he’d like with no interruptions.

Until Laura came along. Then Sierra. Then Rocky, your rescue pit bull.

And now, mornings usually meant a cramped bed, Rocky taking up the bottom half, curled up by Laura, and Sierra curled up between you and Logan.

Logan let out a slow exhale, staring at the ceiling. His arm was pinned under Sierra’s small body, her head tucked into your shoulder. Laura was sprawled out, one foot kicking into his ribs. And Rocky—damn dog—had taken up the whole bottom half of the bed, his body curled up against Laura’s legs.

This wasn’t what he had in mind when he woke up.

He turned his head slightly, watching you sleep. Peaceful. Comfortable. Completely unaware of the fact that he was being physically restrained by your children and a dog. His wife was right there, within arm’s reach, and yet completely inaccessible.

He sighed again, quieter this time.

Then Sierra shifted, rolling toward him in her sleep, and smacked him in the face with her tiny hand.

Logan groaned, running a hand down his face. That was it. Enough was enough.

He carefully peeled Sierra off his arm, settling her between you and Laura. She didn’t even stir. Then he scooted down, maneuvering around Rocky’s dead weight and slipping out of bed as quietly as possible.

You mumbled something in your sleep but didn’t wake. He reached over, brushing a stray piece of hair from your face.

Then, before you could stop him, he hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you out of bed.

"Logan," you yelped, barely catching yourself as he dragged you toward the door. "What are you—"

"Shh," he muttered, leading you out of the room and shutting the door behind him. "You’re mine for five minutes. That’s all I’m askin’."

You blinked at him, still groggy. "What?"

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, pulling you toward the couch. "Five minutes. Just me and you. No kids, no dog, no elbows in my ribs."

You let him drag you along, still trying to wake up. "You’re that desperate?"

"Yeah," he admitted without shame, settling onto the couch and pulling you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close like he’d been deprived for days instead of just a few hours.

You sighed, resting your forehead against his. "You’re ridiculous."

"Maybe." His hands ran slowly up and down your back, warm and steady. "Ain't like I don’t love ‘em. But I’d like to wake up next to my wife at least once in a while, not buried under a pile of kids and a damn dog."

You snorted. "You’re the one who said Rocky could sleep in the bed when it storms."

"Didn’t mean every night," he grumbled, nuzzling into your neck. "And Sierra—she’s got her own bed, but no, she’s gotta be right in the middle. Laura’s got a whole room, but she still sneaks in."

"They love you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he muttered, but you could hear the affection in his voice. He exhaled slowly, his grip tightening just a little. "Just wanted a minute with you."

You softened at that, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "You could’ve just woken me up earlier."

"Tried. You looked too peaceful," he admitted. "Didn’t have the heart to move you ‘til I got smacked in the face."

You grinned. "Sierra?"

"Who else?"

You laughed quietly, fingers brushing through his hair. "She’s got good aim."

"Real funny," he deadpanned, but his hold on you stayed firm, like he was soaking up every second.

You hummed, leaning into him. "Guess we’ll have to start locking the door, huh?"

"Already thought about it," he said. "If I don't, I'm never gettin’ you to myself again."

You smirked. "So dramatic."

"Call it whatever you want." He pressed a kiss to your temple, voice low. "You're mine first, remember that."

"Yeah?" You tilted your head, lips just brushing his. "You sure about that? Because I think Sierra might have something to say about it."

Logan groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch. "Gonna start fightin’ a five-year-old for my own wife. This is my life now."

You grinned. "Yep."

His hands slid lower, gripping your hips. "Lock the door tonight."

You bit back a laugh. "We’ll see."

---

Though Logan couldn’t technically get drunk, let alone tipsy, your alcohol tolerance was much lower now that you had Sierra. Which meant that after a small glass of wine you felt like you were on the moon.

Logan locked the bedroom door with a quiet click, turning back to you with a smirk. "Not takin' any chances tonight."

You laughed, a little loopy from the wine as you flopped onto the bed. "How responsible of you."

He climbed in after you, hands already finding your waist as he pulled you close. "Not responsible—just tired of gettin’ cockblocked by my own kids."

You snorted, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You are dramatic."

He hummed, nuzzling into your neck. "Maybe. But I finally got you all to myself."

His lips brushed against your skin, slow and teasing, his hands sliding up your back. You sighed, relaxing into him, fingertips trailing through his hair.

"Y'know," you murmured, tilting your head to give him better access, "I think the wine's making me very agreeable."

Logan chuckled against your throat, his breath warm. "Yeah? That so?"

"Mhm." You grinned, pulling back just enough to look at him. "You should take advantage of that."

His grip tightened on your hips. "Oh, I plan to."

Logan kissed you, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world. His hands slid under your shirt, fingertips trailing warm patterns against your skin. You sighed against his lips, pressing closer, feeling the familiar heat coil between you.

Then—

Click.

The unmistakable sound of the door unlocking.

Logan froze. So did you.

Before either of you could react, the door creaked open, and small footsteps padded into the room.

"Mommy? Daddy?" Sierra’s sleepy voice cut through the darkness.

Logan exhaled sharply through his nose, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder. You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. His grip on you loosened just enough for you to shift, tilting your head toward the door.

"Sierra, honey, what’s wrong?"

"Rocky took my blanket," she mumbled.

From the doorway, Rocky let out a soft huff, the kind of noise that said he wasn’t giving it back anytime soon.

Logan groaned quietly, rolling onto his back. "I locked that damn door."

"She’s five," you whispered, amused. "Locks mean nothing to her."

Sierra took a few steps closer, rubbing her eyes. "Can I sleep with you?"

You started to sit up, but Logan caught your wrist. "Nope. No way. Not tonight," he muttered under his breath, then turned his head toward Sierra. "You got your own bed, kid. Go back to it."

She pouted. "But Rocky—"

"—is a thief, I know," Logan grumbled. "Go grab another blanket."

Sierra huffed, clearly unimpressed with the suggestion. "But—"

"Laura," Logan called, already knowing his other kid was lurking.

A beat of silence, then—

"How’d you know?" Laura’s voice piped up from the hall.

Logan scrubbed a hand down his face. "Because I ain’t stupid."

Laura stepped into view, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face. "We were gonna see if we could sneak in without you noticing."

"Yeah, well, noticed," Logan muttered. "Not happening tonight."

Sierra’s bottom lip wobbled. "But—"

"Nope," Logan cut her off. "Go on. Back to bed, both of you."

Laura didn’t argue, but Sierra whined, "Daddy—"

Logan sighed, sitting up. "Sierra, sweetheart, I love ya, but me and your mom need some time alone."

You pressed your lips together to stifle a laugh. Wrong choice of words.

Laura snorted. "Gross."

Sierra frowned, still half-asleep. "Why?"

Logan sighed again, dragging a hand through his hair. "Because I said so."

Sierra huffed dramatically, turning on her heel. "Fine."

Laura grabbed her hand, leading her away. "Come on, before they start kissing again."

Sierra made a gagging noise, and just like that, the two of them were gone, the door closing behind them.

Logan leaned back against the pillows, eyes closed. "I’m puttin’ a deadbolt on that damn door."

You laughed, rolling onto your side to face him. "You’re really struggling, huh?"

"You have no idea," he muttered, tugging you back into his arms. His grip was firm, like he was making up for lost time. "Now, where were we?"

You smirked, brushing your lips against his. "I think Rocky was about to steal another blanket."

Logan groaned. "That dog’s lucky I love him."

"Yeah, yeah," you teased, threading your fingers through his hair. "Now, are you gonna keep talking, or…?"

He didn’t need to be told twice.

[sosa2imagines]

Hey can I please request a Lloyd x reader where she is his ex-wife but he wants her back? Maybe they have a child together (they're the only people who he is really sweet and soft with, he lights up when he sees them) and idk maybe their child wants them together too? He's trying to find excuses to see her or kiss her and he has their child as a support?

Idk whatever you find interesting or have inspo for ❤️

Thank you for this amazing ask. I hope you like it. Warning- Little angst and fluff.

Your hands tremble slightly as you pack your son's backpack for his weekend with Lloyd. It’s a routine exchange, one you've done countless times since the divorce, but the familiar ache always lingers. 

Sharing custody of Victor is always a bittersweet affair. Every time you see him, the resemblance to his father becomes more and more apparent. His bright eyes and mischievous smile are like a living reminder of what you once had together. Yet, despite the pang in your heart, you push your feelings aside, knowing that this arrangement is for the best.

The doorbell rings, and you exhale deeply before opening it.

Lloyd stands before you, immaculate in his polo shirt and with that same cocky smirk you've come to know all too well. Despite your best efforts, your pulse quickens at the sight of him, a reaction you've tried to suppress but have never been able to completely control.

Damn that moustache! Always been your weakness.

You fix your expression, forcing a neutral smile as you step aside to let him in. You're used to this routine by now, but the sight of him still dredges up a mix of emotions you'd rather keep bottled up.

“Ready for our little guy?” he asks, his voice annoyingly smooth, like melted chocolate. Victor bolts past you, yelling, “Daddy!” as Lloyd scoops him up effortlessly, peppering his son's face with exaggerated kisses that make the boy squeal with laughter.  

When your son was born, Lloyd had named him Victor, saying he's his biggest victory in life.

You force a polite smile, ignoring the way Lloyd's eyes flick to yours, softening. He always looks at you like that, like you're still the most important thing in his world, even after everything.  

After Sierra Six.  

The memory burns like acid. Sierra Six had been your breaking point. Lloyd's obsession with catching the rogue operative consumed him, pulling him deeper into his dangerous world and further away from you. You had begged him to walk away, to prioritize his family, but he couldn’t let it go.  

“You don't understand, Sugar!” he'd said during one of your final arguments, his voice sharp but his eyes pleading. “This isn't just a mission. It's personal.”  

It became personal for you too, when Six's retaliation nearly cost you and Victor your lives. A car bomb meant for Lloyd had detonated outside your home, leaving shards of glass and smoke as a grim reminder of the risk you couldn’t live with anymore. You’d left that night, taking Victor with you, and filed for divorce shortly after.  

“Thanks for packing his stuff…” Lloyd says now, breaking you out of your thoughts. He hesitates, then adds, “You could come with us, you know? We're just going to the park.”  

“That’s your time with him…” you reply, keeping your tone neutral.  

Victor tugs at your sleeve. “But, Mommy, you should come! Daddy says he misses you.”  

Your breath catches, and Lloyd clears his throat, awkwardly running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Victor, buddy, why don't you go grab your soccer ball from the car?”  

Once Victor bounds away, Lloyd steps closer. “He’s not wrong…” he says softly, his gaze holding yours.  

“Lloyd…” You start to protest, but he cuts you off.  

“I know I screwed up. I know I didn’t protect you the way I should have, but I’m trying, Sugar. I’m trying to fix things. For you. For Victor. For us.”  

You cross your arms, a shield against the vulnerability in his voice. “You can’t just say these things and expect everything to magically go back to how it was.”  

“Then let me show you...” he says, taking another step closer. His hand brushes yours, testing waters. “Let me prove it to you.”  

Before you can respond, Victor runs back, his soccer ball in hand. “I got it! Mommy, are you coming with us?”  

Lloyd kneels down, pulling Victor into a side hug. “Tell you what, buddy. Why don’t we see if we can convince Mommy to join us next time, huh?”  

Victor pouts dramatically, his big eyes, the same shade of blue as his father’s turns on you, “Please, Mommy? Daddy says families should stick together.”  

Your heart squeezes at the sight of them, your two boys. Lloyd stands, his eyes never leaving yours, and he leans down just slightly, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath.  

“Think about it…” he murmurs, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. It lingers, a promise in its tenderness, and leaves you standing there, your resolve crumbling ever so slightly.  

As they walk away, Victor waves enthusiastically, and Lloyd throws you a smile over his shoulder. It’s cocky and hopeful all at once, like he knows the kiss wasn’t just for show.  

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll find a way to win you back.  

The weekend passes slowly without Victor. You spend the quiet hours tidying up, trying to distract yourself from the lingering thoughts of Lloyd’s kiss and the words he left unspoken. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop replaying his plea, “Let me prove it to you.”  

On Sunday evening, Lloyd drops Victor off as planned. Your son runs inside, chattering about their adventures at the park, the ice cream truck they chased down, and how Daddy let him drive his tiny remote-controlled car.  

Lloyd lingers at the door.  

“Can I come in for a minute?” he asks. His tone is careful, cautious, as though he’s testing the waters.  

You hesitate, but something about the vulnerability in his expression makes you step aside. “Just for a minute…” you say.  

Victor is already in the living room, playing with his toys, oblivious to the quiet tension between you and his father.  

Lloyd takes a deep breath, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day. About things not magically going back to how they were.” He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours. “You’re right. They won’t. And they shouldn’t. Because I want things to be better than they were before.”  

You swallow hard, your heart beating faster, “Lloyd, I…”  

“Let me finish, Sugar.” His voice softens, and he steps closer, closing the distance between you. “I’m not asking you to forgive me overnight. I’m not asking you to forget what I did or the pain I caused. I just… I’m asking for a chance to show you that I’ve changed. That I’m trying to be the man you and Victor deserve.”  

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you hold them back. “You think one kiss and a few sweet words will fix everything?”  

“No!” he says firmly. “But I think being here, every day, showing you how much I care… that might. I’m not giving up on us, Sugar. Not now, not ever.”  

Before you can respond, Victor runs up to the two of you, holding a drawing in his little hands. “Look! I made this at Daddy’s house!”  

The picture is messy but a clear stick-figure family of three, all holding hands. Above it, in Victor’s uneven handwriting, are the words, “My family.”

Your chest tightens, and you glance at Lloyd, whose eyes are filled with unshed tears. He kneels down to Victor’s level, gently ruffling his hair. “That’s a beautiful drawing, buddy.”  

Victor grins and turns to you. “Mommy, don’t you think we should be a family again? Daddy’s been so sad without you.”  

You look down at your son, then at Lloyd, who is watching you with a mixture of hope and fear.  

“I don’t know, Victor,” you say softly. “It’s… complicated.”  

“But you love Daddy, right?” Victor asks innocently, his big blue eyes staring up at you.  

You hesitate, the truth sitting heavy on your tongue. “Yes…” you finally admit. “I do.”  

Lloyd stands, his expression unreadable. “Sugar, I know I’ve made mistakes. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for them if you’ll let me.”  

Victor tugs on your hand, his face lighting up with excitement. “Please, Mommy? Let Daddy stay.”  

The weight of the moment presses down on you. Slowly, you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay. Let’s see where this goes.”  

Lloyd’s eyes widen in surprise, and then a rare, genuine smile spreads across his face. “You mean it?”  

“Yes,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But you’re on thin ice, Hansen.”  

He chuckles, his confidence returning. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sugar.”  

Victor cheers, throwing his arms around both of you, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a flicker of hope.  

Maybe, just maybe, you can be a family again.  

The days that follow are a whirlwind of emotions. Lloyd takes your cautious ‘okay’ as a challenge to prove himself, and he doesn’t waste any time.  

He starts small, picking Victor up from school, helping him with homework, and showing up at your door with dinner. Each time he’s around, you find yourself torn between wanting to push him away and feeling your walls crumble a little more.  

One evening, as you’re washing dishes, Lloyd appears beside you, drying a plate you hadn’t asked him to touch. “You know,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “we make a pretty good team.”  

“Lloyd, I don’t need your help.” you say, trying to focus on the sink.  

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “You might not need it, but I like being here. With you.”  

Your face heats up, and you elbow him gently. “Back off, Hansen.”  

But instead of retreating, he grins and presses a kiss to your temple, quick and soft. You whirl on him, glaring. “What do you think you’re doing?”  

“Testing my limits,” he replies smugly, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “You’re adorable when you’re mad.”  

You roll your eyes, but the blush on your cheeks betrays you. He notices, of course, and his grin only grows wider.  

Lloyd’s efforts intensifies over the period.

Over the next few weeks, Lloyd becomes a constant presence in your life. He shows up unannounced with groceries, fixes the broken cabinet in your kitchen, and even surprises Victor with a mini soccer goal for the backyard.  

One afternoon, while Victor is napping, you find yourself sitting on the porch with Lloyd. He’s unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on the horizon.  

“Why are you doing all this?” you ask, breaking the silence.  

He looks at you, his expression sincere. “Because I lost you once, Sugar. And I’m not making that mistake again. You and Victor… you’re everything to me.”  

The raw honesty in his voice leaves you speechless. Before you can think of a response, he leans in, brushing his lips against yours. It’s soft, tentative, as if he’s giving you a chance to pull away. But you don’t.  

When he deepens the kiss, his hand rests gently on your cheek, you lose yourself for a moment, the familiar warmth of him overwhelming your senses.  

When you finally pull back, your heart is racing. “You’re impossible…” you mutter, your cheeks burning.  

“And you’re beautiful,” he replies, his lips quirking into a lopsided smile. 

Despite your reluctance to admit it, Lloyd’s persistence begins to wear down your defenses. He’s patient with Victor, kind to you, and relentless in his mission to win you back.  

One night, as you’re tucking Victor into bed, he grabs your hand. “Mommy, do you still love Daddy?”  

Caught off guard, you glance at Lloyd, who’s standing in the doorway, watching you with an unreadable expression.  

“I…” you start, unsure of how to answer.  

“I know you do,” Victor says confidently. “Because you smile more when he’s here.”  

Lloyd chuckles softly, stepping into the room. “Our kid is a great observer, you can’t hide anything from him.” he teases.  

“Go to sleep, Victor…” you say quickly, pressing a kiss to your son’s forehead before retreating to the living room.  

Lloyd follows you, closing the door behind him. “He’s not wrong, you know,” he says quietly.  

You sigh, turning to face him. “Lloyd, this isn’t easy for me. You broke my trust…”  

“And I’ll spend the rest of my life earning it back!” he interrupts, stepping closer. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, and I’ll fight for you every day if that’s what it takes.”  

Tears well up in your eyes as you finally let the weight of his words sink in. “I’m scared…” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.   

“I know,” he whispers, cupping your face in his hands. “But I’m here, Sugar. I’m not going anywhere.”  

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of pancakes. Victor’s laughter echoes from the kitchen, and when you walk in, you see Lloyd standing at the stove, flipping pancakes like he’s been doing it for years.  

“Morning, Sugar,” he says, flashing you a boyish grin. “Thought I’d make breakfast for my family.”  

You shake your head, but there’s no hiding the smile on your face.  

Later that day, as the three of you play soccer in the backyard, Victor pauses and looks up at you. “Does this mean Daddy’s staying forever?”  

You glance at Lloyd, who’s watching you with hopeful eyes. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah, buddy... I think it does.”  

Victor cheers, throwing his arms around both of you. Lloyd pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your hair.  

“I love you…” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.  

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you could have your happy ending after all. 

 

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Alpine Meeting Yours and Bucky’s Newborn Baby

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Sierra and Alpine

Summary: Alpine meets yours and Bucky’s newborn daughter.

Warnings: nothing but Fluff and cuteness

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“There’s mommy’s and daddy’s favorite fluffy princess.” Bucky coos at Alpine as she rubbed against Bucky’s legs. “Did you miss us?” He asks.

Alpine looks up at the two of you and meowed. She followed close behind you guys as you two went to the living room. You carefully sat down on the couch with yours and Bucky’s newborn baby girl Sierra in your arms. Bucky sat down next to you and Alpine jumped up on the arm of the couch, curious looking at Sierra.

“This is Sierra, Alpine. She’s going to be your new best friend.” You say softly.

You and Bucky watched closely as Alpine got on your lap to get a closer look at Sierra. Sierra made a cooing noise when Alpine’s whiskers tickled her tiny hand. Alpine softly nudged her head against Sierra’s hand before giving her little kisses on her little hand. Yours and Bucky’s hearts melted with cuteness as you two watched Alpine giving Sierra kisses. Alpine then moved herself to Bucky’s lap and made herself comfortable.

“It’s safe to say that Alpine is in love with Sierra.” Bucky says, gently petting Alpine.

Alpine jumped when Sierra started crying. She approached her to see what was wrong.

“I’ll make her a bottle.” Bucky says.

Bucky got up and went to the kitchen to make a bottle for Sierra while Alpine stayed in the living room, watching as you tried to get Sierra to stop crying.

“I’ll feed her.” He says, sitting down next to you.

You carefully placed Sierra in Bucky’s arms and watched as he fed her. Alpine curious tapped the bottle with her paw, wanting the milk that’s inside of it.

“No, no, Alpine.” Bucky coos at her. “This isn’t milk for kitties.” He tells her.

“I’ll get you some milk that you can drink.” You say, petting her.

You got up and went to the kitchen. You grabbed a small bowl from the cabinet and poured a decent amount in it. You went back to the living room and placed the small bowl on the floor next to the coffee table. Alpine jumped off the couch and went to the bowl of milk. You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched Alpine’s little tongue dip into the milk as she drank it. The next morning, Sierra woke up crying, wanting something to eat. You went to get up to feed her, but Bucky grabbed your arm and pulled you back in bed.

“I’ll feed her, doll.” Bucky says, his voice raspy from waking up.

“I can feed my baby, Bucky.” You say.

“I know you can, but you, my sweet doll, had a C-Section a few days ago and I can tell you’re still in pain. Besides you need your beauty sleep.” He says.

You looked at your husband and pouted, not wanting to argue with him. Bucky kissed your lips before getting up to check on Sierra. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when her cries slowly came to a stop. Bucky walked in the nursery to see Alpine in the crib with Sierra. He smiled widely.

“I see you’re doing your part, princess.” Bucky says, giving Alpine scratches behind her ears.

Alpine purred in response.

“You keep Sierra company while I make her a bottle, ok?” He says to Alpine.

Alpine looked at Bucky as if she understood what he was saying. Bucky went downstairs to the kitchen and made a bottle and went back to the nursery. He picked up Sierra and sat down in the rocking chair in her nursery to feed her. Alpine jumped out of the crib and jumped up onto the changing table to watch Bucky feed Sierra. A moment later, you walked in the nursery, smiling at the cuteness in front of you. Alpine meowed and jumped down from the changing table to greet you.

“Good morning, princess.” You smiled, reaching down to pet her. “Are you helping daddy with Sierra?” You asked her.

Alpine head butted your hand in response. You walked over to your husband and daughter, giving them a kiss on their foreheads. Alpine jumped back to her spot on the changing table.

“Our little family.” You say with a smile.

“Hmm.” Bucky hums, smiling.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[marcsburnerphone]

Master List (requests open)

Marcsburnerphones' body of work, or for better words a deep dive into her restless maladaptive daydreaming mind that she puts into words <3

John Price 

ATWR (And They Were Roommates) - ongoing 

synopsis: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

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Wish I Never Came - finished 

synopsis: being johns wife has been full of security and safety and you never thought he’d be the one to taint that.

part 1

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play dirty - one shot 

based on this request 

orange peel theory - oneshot 

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Simon (Ghost) Riley 

Bars and Broken Hearts - oneshot 

synopsis: The 141 minus john goes out for drinks and when johnny decides to throw simon a spontaneous bachelor surprise it goes left quickly.

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Sierra six (The Gray Man)

Sleepless - finished 

synopsis: Sierra six was assigned by your uncle Donald Fitzroy to watch over your younger sister Claire and yourself, six finds himself taking a strong liking to you but he's strictly business. Can he keep that moral when he catches you in the act of pleasing yourself?

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Tangerine (Bullet Train)

Lady At The Bar (unfinished)

synopsis: Tangerine was always sharp and dapper, intimidatingly classic man. He never found the time to experience romance of any sorts. Lemon begged him to get out there and if he found the right one and he empathizes the RIGHT one she would love him despite his work field. He found that to be absolute nonsense he believed there’d never be anyone for him till he found you.

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[piastree]

Take a Chance with Me | OP81

oscar piastri x reader (fc: huh yunjin)

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Summary : They are a couple caught in the chaos of a love filled with randomness and quirks. Their relationship is marked by funny and unpredictable moments, where each day feels like a new adventure. Despite frequently engaging in amusing and spirited bickering, beneath the banter lies a deep and meaningful romance. Disclamer: This is a story created for fun without any hate towards anyone. This work exists in a realm separate from the original canon. Characters may be divergent from their established personas. So, just enjoy the rollercoaster ride.

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f1updates spotted chart-topping sensation Sierra Turner hanging out in the McLaren garage at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. Having a blast and sharing some race-day tales with the McLaren driver, Oscar Piastri!

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user hold up, sierra turner in the mclaren garage?! this race just got a whole lot more interesting

user sierra always bringing the good vibes wherever she goes! McLaren garage just got a major upgrade<3

user y/n, better keep an eye on your man

user lmao y/n's the one catching all his attention

user OMG, sierra talked with oscar??? my two worlds collided

user this is what dreams are made of! sierra, lando, and oscar, the dynamic trio we didn't know we needed

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sierraturner this was all one day. Thankyou for having me❤️ @/mclaren

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user SOO GORGEOUSSS

user sierra turning the race into a concert❤️

mclaren thankyou for coming, Sierra!🧡

sierraturner the pleasure is mine! I'm truly looking forward to another invitation

user sierra interaction with landoooo?? I LIVE FOR THIS

user whoa mclaren garage is filled with beautiful women!! imagine 2 gorgeous women y/n and sierra at the same place

landonorris great to see you here! Thanks for coming to the race

sierraturner looking forward to the next year races!

user is someone notice she seems to be getting cozy in Oscar's garage???👀

user i think u should stop overanalyze ://

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oscarpiastri Last day of term completed. Podiums, a sprint win and your 🧡 made 2023 awesome. Big thanks to all the papaya crew

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quadlock incredible year! So proud to be on this journey with you 💙

ausgp What a first season! You’ve done Australia incredibly proud, mate! 🇦🇺🧡

user our rookie is no longer a rookie

user Good job lad, you proved all the haters wrong 🧡

sierraturner congratulations on an amazing first season 🧡

user wow have you officially become his fan?

sierraturner yes, no doubt

user it's time for you to move @/yourusername

yourusername added a story

Congratulations on completing your rookie season! Proud is an understatement❤️

oscarpiastri you know i love u right yourusername i know❤️

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yourusername me n my girlies

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user please let me be part of the group

user can i be one of your girlies…. or perhaps your only girl….. by that i mean your girlfriend and wife i will treat you right buy you flowers and make you breakfast every day my queen

yourusername oh, you're sweet. Lucky for me, i've already got a wonderful guy who showers me with love, flowers, and foods. But i'll remember your offer in case i need a backup🤗

oscarpiastri no need for backups here and definitely no substitutes allowed, mate���

yourusername possesive😩

user LMAOOO Y/N never crossed my mind seeing the two of them bickering on comment section

yourbff let's schedule another round!

oscarpiastri she's already booked

yourbff possesive much?😌

oscarpiastri i'm just scared you won't bring y/n back in one piece

yourusername silly hahaha

user Hold up, sierra liked y/n's post? Is this a friendly vibe or a hidden agenda?

user plot twist in the making

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lovingwags the street is buzzing with rumors of Sierra trying to get Oscar's attention, stirring up tension with y/n. Whose team are you on??

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user why are we even comparing and picking sides when oscar is clearly with y/n? let's respect their relationship u weirdo

user sierra and oscar would make such a lovely couple<3

user can't we just focus on supporting each other??

user dear y/n please just leave oscar for sierra

user you are so sick🤮

user lmaoo stop making unnecessary drama😭

user sierra definitely >>>>> y/n LIKE SIERRA HAS IT ALL — THE TALENTS, FAME, AND LITERALLY EVERYTHINGGG

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f1wagsupdates y/n is currently enjoying a christmas holiday in Oscar's hometown. A heartwarming videos captured her sheer joy while playing with Oscar's nieces. Credit to @/blahblah

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user y/n looks so happy spending time with Oscar's family in Australia! What a heartwarming sight🥺❤️

user while the rumor mill is working overtime between them, y/n stays unbothered too busy being happy to get caught up in the drama

user no wonder they've been MIA since the winter break kicked in. Enjoy the holiday, you two!

user can we talk about how absolutely stunning and genuine y/n looks in this video?

user her beauty shines so effortlessly in this video. Oscar is so lucky😭😭

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oscarpiastri exploring the town with my favorite dork

user did you just take a break from the track for a romantic getaway in Japan??? wow

user the cutest couple in the paddock<3

user the 5th photo is so cute because she seemed confused loll

user probably because she thought oscar was behind her, and then it hit her like, 'Oh, Oscar's still up there'😂

mclaren enjoy the off season, Oscar & y/n!

user admin is absolutely rooting for both of them🧡

user seated for oscar & y/n's honeymoon phase

user the unbothered queen & king❤️

Notes: Btw, I'm planning to create more parts for this AU, so if you enjoy reading it, you can look forward to some new chapters ahead. Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist. Thankyouuuu

[entertainmentgirl80]

You My Storm Forever (Tyler Owens X Female Reader) 🤠⛈️🩵

Warnings: Weather phobia, little PSTD, some Angst, Some FLUFF at the End.

"Hey honey, I'ma be back, going with the crew again." Tyler has his keys & his hat on.

"Okay babe, please be careful, I love you." You say to him while you clean up the kitchen.

"Love you back." He kisses you on the cheek and heads straight to the door.

So, while your husband is out chasing tornadoes with his crew as usual, you always can't help that anxiety you felt in your stomach that your husband can gets hurt in a tornado especially this time of the year in Oklahoma, however, lucky for y'all, you two live in Atlanta since three years now after you & Tyler gotten married. But it's still didn't change the fact that he still got that wild card personality in him, regardless of who he is because of what he loves to do.

*rings, rings, rings* Your phone is ringing, and you answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sierra, this is Lily, I'm calling you to form you that Tyler is injured from chasing today, and he is in the hospital right now, if you okay to see him."

"Okay, thanks, Lily. I'm otw now." You hung up and grab your keys, and head out to the hospital with no hesitation.

Afterward, you got out of the car after you arrived there. Feelings are overwhelmed that you don't know that he makes it out: alive or dead.

"Hi, I'm looking for Tyler Owens, I'm his wife." You said to the lady in the front desk with lace of concern.

"Hi, Mrs. Owens, your husband has been waiting for you, and he is in room 101." She said to you with a smile.

"Okay, thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She nodded toward you.

*Knock, knock, knock*

"Come on in." Tyler watching TV while on his hospital bed.

As soon you come in, Tyler turns around, and his face changes to a frown to a big, wicked smile because you know he is happy to see his love, especially if you made his day around.

"T!!" You walk towards him

"Baby" He cooed

"What the hell you were thinking about? I'm was so worried that you gonna hurt, especially doing storm chasing an-." Tyler, stop her from talking.

"Hey, hey, hey, shhh, it's alright, look, I'm sorry, we saw a EF2, it's was coming towards me & the crew and all a sudden we got hit by something from the tornado and the truck filp over, and we got out of there quick." He explained.

You are sitting down and processing that your husband is explaining what happened. However, all you know is that you are grateful that your husband is still here and blessed to be alive.

"Don't do me like that again, T, or I will divorce your ass, please." Your voice was stern but soft.

"Aye, aye Mrs. Owens, I love you." He tips off his imaginary hat while having a cheshire cat grin on his features that you can't help but smile at him.

"I love you too, Mr. Tornado Wrangler." You rolled your eyes, but you can't help that you love him, and he gives you a kiss on the lips.

A/N: This is my second fanfiction writing of the Tornado Wrangler, so I'm hope y'all like it. And p.s. also, forgot that I wanna to give credit to the person who made the dividers is @a-reader-and-a-writer 🤠🌪💋😌

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Now play Stranger by Jhené Aiko

Sierra

🩵3 Weeks Ago🩵 "C'mere Sierra." Shawn said grabbing my arm. "No Shawn im done with your lies." I said as yanking my arm out of his grip but his grip was little to tight. "Ouch Shawn let me go your literally hurting me."

"Sierra listen to me and stop tryn a fucking leave. That's your damn problem, that's all you do is run, run and run you don't ever wanna talk shit out."  He says as he let me go.

"What the fuck is there to talk Jashawn all you do is lie to me and I all I fucking ask is if you would be fucking honest with me for once."  I said.

"I'm sorry my heart." He said. I rolled my eyes folding my arms over my chest. "Fuck you Jashawn I'm done new year new nigga cuz you ain't it for this year." 

"Man what? New Nigga? Sierra you better go on somewhere with all that shit." He says as he laughed in my face.

"You thinking everything a fucking joke." I said shoving him causing him to stumble back little grabbing my purse off the couch and I started walking away towards his front door. "Whatch when I pop out with my Nigga we gonna see who's really laughing."

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Sierranicole��7mins ago(💚closes friends💚)

"I'm gonna miss you Ko." I said as I sat in between Imani and Dakota. This was mines and Imani last 2 weeks in New York before we moved to Florida. We made plans with Dakota to take little mini weekend trips to fox woods Casino up in Mashantucket, Connecticut.

"I'm gonna miss yall too." She said pouting.

"Y'all stop all that pouting shit let's go dance I see some fine ass niggas on that dance floor." Imani said as she stood up pulling us out our seats and on to the dance floor.

We were on the dance for about 30mins before we decided to go back to section and sat down for another round of drinks and a smoke session.

"Oh my god yall look who's calling." Ko said showing us her phone as my brother contact name flashed on her screen. I took her phone and answered it.

"Wheres DaKota?" He asked. "Don't worry about her she enjoying herself with her friends." I said hanging up on him before he could speak again.

"Girl you gonna get me in trouble doing all that on my phone." She said as she took it back. I rolled my eyes. "Girl please we're two hours away."

"Right Ko relax we took this trip for a reason." Imani said passing me the blunt. I grabbed it taking a hit out of it. I hit it a few more times before passing it back to Imani since Ko doesn't smoke.

After spending another hour out we decided to call it a night and got back to our hotel. We reached our room and got settled in for the night ordering room service. We all took a shower and watched a movie while we ate to call it a night.

The next morning a came along and we were just checking out and bring out bags to the car. We all had fun on our little weekend getaway but now it was time to get back home so me and Imani could finishing packing up the rest of our things. The ride was on 2 hour drive so we weren't on the road for that long I dropped Imani off at her place first then me and Ko headed to my mom's house.

"CECE!" Selena yelled running up to me as we walked into the door. I picked her up hugging her tight then my twin nieces came up to us hugging their mom first.

"Auntie Cece look my tooth came out." Brielle said smiling showing me her missing tooth.

"Oh my goodness your becoming a big girl now." I said picking her up. I walked to the kitchen seeing my mom. "Hey mom." I said.

"Hey yall back how was the trip?" She asked.

"It definitely needed we had fun." I tell her putting bri down. "Whatchu cooking?" I asked:

"Chicken pasta with garlic bread you want a plate?" She asked.

"Please I am hungry."  I said just as Saint walks in the kitchen. "Hey big brother." I said.

"Hey big head you finally returning my wife back?" He asked.  I played rolled my eyes and nodded my head.

"Here baby girl."  Mom said handing me my plate. "Thank you mom." I said taking plate to the dinning room I sat down at the table and ate my food. After I ate I went upstairs to my room and took a shower then after I started to finish packing my room up.

🩵 A month later 🩵

Sierra's and Imani's Apartment Orlando Florida📍

It's been a month and we have officially moved into our new apartment. We just got back from grocery shopping. After the first week of being out groceries. We had been eating out all week.

"Now we talking now this apartment is starting to get come together." Imani said closing the cabinet after filling it up with the groceries while I finished filling the refrigerator up. I laughed closing the door and took a water to full fill my thirst. After we everything was away we both a took a shower then relaxed on the couch.

Joshua 🩵 2 days later 🩵 Joshua's house

Getting up from the couch. My dogs were all braking after someone ringing the doorbell. I walked up to the front door turning my back to the door as I looked at the dogs they all stopped barking and sat down but still very concerned at who was at the door. I opened the door seeing my new Assistant standing there.

"Mr.Fatu right?" She asked as she pushed her glasses up her nose. "I'm Sierra your new assistant." She said sticking her hand out.

"Joshua. How you doing next to meet you." I said shaking her hand then let her in. "I'm good how are you." She said. She looked around admiring my place as I shut and locked the door. My dogs running over to her jumping up and down around trying to get her attention which they won.

"Oh my gosh y'all the cutest." She said as got low giving the 3 them of a little of attention. "Sorry I'm a big lover for a dogs." She said as she stood back up turning to me.

"Nah you good don't even worry about it." I said.

"You have a beautiful place Mr.Fatu." She said.

"Thanks I can show you around real quick." I said as I began walking I heard her following behind me. "If you wanna put your things down in the kitchen you can."

She placed her things down and I started showing her around which probably took a quick 5 mins then we sat down in the living room. I explained to her what her job was as assistant.

"Your job is pretty simple I don't expect you be by my side 24/7 so most of things I need done can really be done at home, all I need you do is literally just schedule my meets, and any events I have coming up, manage my emails, answering phone calls, making travel arrangements, preparing documents just me help keep things organized." I tell her.

"Oh yea that's easy work." She said.

"Great I'll send you all my information so you can do your thing. You look like a hard worker." I said making her blush  she tried to hide her face but failed.

"Thank you." She said just loud enough for me to hear. Before I could say anything else I heard my son jeyvon walk downstairs.

"Sup son you done with your homework?" I asked.

"Nah I actually need help with this math problem." He said. 

"Let me see." I said he handed me his homework read the problem. "I'm not gonna lie it's been a little minute since I had to do this kinda work. You know how to do this?" I asked turning to Sierra.

"You said it's math?" She asked Jeyvon nods his head.

"Oh Von this Sierra my new Assistant. Sierra this my youngest son Jeyvon, my other son barely home." I said.

"Nice to meet you." She said.

"Say to you." Jeyvon said.

"Okay you ever heard of the saying please excuse my dear aunt sally." Jeyvon shook his head no. "Well listen up cuz it's gonna help you with all these problems." She said and began explaining to him how to do is homework. I watched them as she helped do one then they did one together and she let him do the last 2 on his own.

I think I made a good choice getting a assistant that not only helps me but my son too.

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Hey gurls. I hope you enjoyed so sorry for the very long wait and for any mistakes I just be second guessing my writing so I be rewriting everything over like 20plus times it's bad but imma try and get better at that so please bear with me I am not ghost yall.

I also am making few different changes just small one likes names of Jey's kids the book. In the intro I put Jeyden and Jemil I'm just changing it Jeyvon and Jeylyn.

But yes I hope yall enjoyed chapter one now I gotta go procrastinat on writing chapter two while getting distracted reading other writers good stories. Shout out to yall talented writers.

Anyways, stay Jucey🫧🩵.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

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Chapter 9

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Arranged marriage AU

Warnings: thoughts about self-harm (biting thumb again), accidental self-injury(? + biting inside of lip which causes it to bleed), thoughts about implied murder, near panic attack, implied depression, slight blood, small/slight themes of obsession and possessiveness, slight themes of misogyny/some toxic behavior from Reader's family, please tell me if I missed any.

Nsfw warnings: OKAY, I honestly think Maria, if she becomes fond of a daughter-in-law, would absolutely push for grandchildren and take things into her own hands unless someone (Sierra) tries really hard to convince her otherwise. I’m really sorry for writing her as a creep but this will be the last time (either completely or for a very long time) I’ll write her like this. Anyway: suggestive, throwback to their 1st night, gifting of lingerie and aphrodisiac by Maria (again will not write her like this either completely or a long time, I tried rewriting this chapter so fucking much but this is what I settled on because it felt the most natural to me.) pushing for grandchildren, Maria somehow got the Reader’s measurements, please tell me if I missed any.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS/TOXIC ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANTICIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT OR REBLOG ANYTHING FANDOM RELATED (FICS, ART, ETC.) DNI.

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‘Dear father and mother, 

I am doing well so far. The food is delicious and the clothes are comfortable, made from the finest fabrics. I haven’t personally spoken to my father-in-law yet, but I’m going to meet him for dinner tomorrow at the time of writing this. The threat My husband is different from what I expected. Too nice. He’s not as brutal as others described him. It was surprising. But he’s a pervert and I almost hit him out of frustration and rejected his sexual advances like any sane person would. I know that you’ll say I should have let it happen, mother, but it hurt so bad I don’t think he’ll ever fit! Speaking of those vulgar activities, you lied - he wasn’t flustered in the slightest until I started crying. Can you believe that? He’s a creep! But hopefully he doesn’t kill or torture me he’ll continue to treat me nicely.

Of course, as his wife I’ll do my best to support him in fear of him or Lant killing me otherwise in every field to the best of my abilities. Just how you forced taught me.

I have talked to a few in-laws, including my mother-in-law. I heard that you drank with her, mother. She's very  lively and has a sadistic unique personality. She’s very sweet to me. I have also met the fourth wife, Sierra. She’s lovely, I think you’ll also get along with her, mother. 

I hope that the two of you are faring well. The same goes for Zac and Elena, of course. Speaking of which, how has Zac’s studies been? He’s not skipping them again, is he or planning something dangerous like that stupid but well-meant plan he informed you, father, about? Yes, I overheard everything. He is nothing but a boy - where did he even get those outrageous ideas from and why didn’t you tell me?

Is Elena doing well in her pregnancy? I know she moved out before me, but I’m still concerned about her and the baby. And Albert, he’s taking care of her, right? 

I’m not sure what else to write, so I’ll just leave it here. Please take care of yourselves. The same goes for my brother and sister.

Your daughter, (Name)’

“... I ended up writing what I really think… I need to rewrite this… again.” You sigh, leaning back in your chair as you crumble the letter in your hands. This was your fifth try, and while each one became less hostile and more casual, you weren't satisfied with any of the rough drafts to turn into a final draft. 

If you weren’t married to Dion, into this family, would writing to them be easier? You shake your head. No point in having these useless thoughts. Especially as Hana comes in with a knock and your permission, rolling in your lunch. 

 You can’t help but feel awful at the sight - it was food prepared by Agriche staff for an Agriche family member. Biting down a frown, you try to pretend your last name was still your maiden one.

In the end, you ended up going with Hana’s suggestion - basically saying that your husband fucked you too hard and rough last night and you needed to recover. Thanks to that, you didn’t have to change into the scarlet dress she picked out either - it was decided to be saved for the dinner you’ll have with both your husband and father-in-law tomorrow. 

You already asked Hana for indigestion medicine for tomorrow. 

“Thank you, Hana,” you put your stationary away and picked up the crumbled balls of paper that were failed attempts. She eyes you curiously but doesn’t comment on it. Instead she readies your lunch, placing the plates onto the table. 

The thought of eating makes you sick. You could barely hold down breakfast - could you hold down lunch? Or would your body give up immediately and reject the food? 

Warily looking at it, you notice two prettily wrapped up boxes - one pink with light red polka dots, the bow purple in color. The second box, a flatter one, had red wrapping paper with a tiny black hearts pattern, with the bow also black. Your heart speeds up as your gut twists painfully. If they were meant for you, they contain nothing well meant nor innocent.

“Oh, right,” Hana starts before handing both ‘presents’ to your unwelcoming arms, “Lady Maria sent these to you. I don’t know what they are, unfortunately.” With a grave look on your face you shakily thank her, a pained and forced smile stretching your lips. 

Maria sent these… oh boy, I sure do wonder what they are… 

“Later today, please help me pick out a gift for her. It’s only right that I repay the favor, especially since she’s my mother-in-law.” Placing them down next to your feet, you ignore the urge to kick them far, far away from you. It’s hard to keep your eyes off of the boxes. It’s hard to focus on your food, picking up your fork and knife as you cut into the grilled fish. 

It’s hard to chew, accidentally biting your lip hard enough to taste blood. It’s hard to drink the water as it threatens to choke you. It’s hard to not wince at the sharp sounds of cutlery against the plate as you imagine your head being chopped off like nothing. 

It’s hard to breathe. 

How much longer until you go crazy?

By the time you finish your meal, you’re sweating buckets. You hate it here. You want to go home -

“My lady, are you alright?” Hana’s voice drags you out from your thoughts, flicking your eyes to meet hers. She’s picking up the silverware and placing it back onto the tray, but quickly takes a clean napkin from it and hands it to you. You take it with shaky hands, doing your best not to drop it. Thankfully your brain didn’t lag for too long for you to realize it was for your sweat.

You pat down your temples with the white cloth.

“T-thank you… v-very much, Ha-Hana.” Why is your voice so shaky? Why are you stuttering? Hell, why are you sweating?

You already had one panic attack - you don’t need another one. Your right thumb throbs at the memory and your teeth want to clamp down on it. The bandages suddenly feel too tight around the digit and you want to rip it off so you could dig your teeth into it. You bite your lip, only worsening the newly formed wound. The taste of your own blood spreads throughout your mouth again. 

You need to stop. 

Your attention switches to Hana, the woman staring at you uncertainly. It wasn’t necessarily out of concern but rather confusion - just how was she supposed to comfort her master? …you’re probably putting her in a rough spot. 

…right. I just need to accept my new reality… but today is not going to be that day.

Taking in a deep breath, you force your nerves to settle down - positive thoughts, positive thoughts. The sun is warm, the birds are lively, the bed is comfortable, your husband is gone - 

This isn’t the first time, and clearly it won’t be the last. 

Quickly patting your bottom lip with the napkin, you hope her keen eyes miss the splatter of red on the white fabric.

“...thank you for bringing the food, Hana.” You’re not fully composed, not fully right of mind, but as the saying goes: fake it until you make it. You did it once, you managed to do it throughout the duration of the engagement, during the wedding despite feeling horrible, you did it while consummating your marriage despite being ripped open by Dion, you did it while at the tea party with Maria and Sierra, you did it last night when you told him off.

You did it back then, too. 

Force yourself to smile now. Tilt your head innocently. Act happy. Act happy. 

“I enjoyed it. Please give my thanks to the chief.” Your smile isn’t bright as the sun and slightly wavers. Your eyes aren’t shining brightly like stars, instead seeing past her. Your mind isn’t calm as you recall the brutality of this family that was shown and described in the story. 

Fake it until you make it. 

Yes, you think. Maybe you will have a conversation with Roxana. 

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Hana left an hour ago yet you haven’t moved from your spot. No, instead you’re staring intensely at the presents in front of you on the table. They’re pretty, a bit childish looking. But knowing Maria… 

“...is it a trap…?” Carefully, you pick up the stereo typical present box and lightly shake it; it rattles. “Sounds a bit heavy… like a box within a box.” Curiosity gets the better of you and you gingerly untie the purple bow before ripping the wrapping paper. Despite the damn thing nearly sending you into another panic episode, it was satisfying to unwrap. 

A slightly smaller box is what you see once you manage to open the outer one. It was black and had a fancy red bow. Still a good size not to be something small. Unless it was a perfume. Breathing in deeply, you undo the ribbon and take off the lid. 

You’re met with a glass container roughly the size of your hand. Your heart drops at the yellow liquid inside. 

It looks exactly like the aphrodisiac your mother-in-law gave Roxana in the manhwa. 

“...what in the actual fuck… she’s basically telling, no, begging me to fuck her son… haha!” Your head rolls back as laughter overtakes you and shoulders violently shake. “I knew she was crazy, but fuck, how morally corrupt is this woman?” 

Instead of throwing it across the room like you should, you place it down on the table. You would have slammed it down if there wasn’t a chance that just smelling it could cause your body to heat up and become needy for a thing - a person - you don’t even want. 

“I’m scared to open up the other ‘present’...” in spite of that you pull at the black bow and unwrap it. You shake it - sounds like something soft. Like clothes. 

Oh. 

Oh no, no, no, no, no no -

“She didn’t. No fucking way… maybe it’s a sweater. Or a shawl. Gloves?” 

Trembling fingers take the lid off, a pink ribbon undone easily. This time, you throw the box to the floor after seeing what it held. 

A sheer black babydoll lingerie set. 

“Maria Agriche… you fucking creep…,” without another thought you shut the lid on it and shoved it into one of your drawers on your side of the dresser. Out of sight, out of mind you chant in your head, slamming the drawer shut. Your cheeks feel warm as both embarrassment and disgust fill your head and chest. 

… even if you wanted to sleep with him… or if you were in a healthy marriage with someone you love…

“...I could never wear that… it’s too revealing, too embarrassing.” Even in your old world you never wore such things. Not because you viewed them as dirty or slutty, but because they don’t suit you. Besides, putting in so much effort just for it to be taken off…?

‘I’m only going to ask once - would you rather keep your clothes on or off?’ 

“MMMMFFFF!!” Throwing yourself onto the bed at the memory, scream muffled by the pillow, you mentally curse both son and mother. The son because he made your first time so horrible you’re mentally scarred and the mother because she’s a creep. More so than her own fucking son. 

A few minutes later you manage to collect yourself somewhat. Dreadfully you go to the dresser to pull out the offending clothing. You don’t plan on putting it on or to hold it over your clothes to get a vague idea of it either. Just to get a better look at it. 

Opening it and picking up the article of clothing, you examine it; pretty lace details on the hem and breast cups, a flower pattern. It was soft as silk - clearly made from expensive materials. The straps were thin but they didn't feel too rough or stiff. Probably comfortable on the shoulders. 

Not like you would know - you never tried anything like this on. 

Curiosity killing the cat, you decide to see where it ends by holding it over your clothes; it barely brushes past mid thigh. A… awful curiosity forms in your head - how… would you look, in it? No. Before the question could develop more, you’re shaking your head as you fold it.

When you go to put it back you notice an envelope and panties in the box. First, you pick up the lacy underwear, frowning as you realize that somehow, someway Maria had gotten your fucking measurements. Did your mother also tell the crazed woman your three sizes… “No, she wouldn’t. Even if she was drunk, she wouldn’t tell anyone such private details.” 

That only makes it worse. 

Carelessly dropping it into the box you grab the letter, opening it after a moment of hesitation. It takes even longer to unfold the letter. And even longer to actually read it, only for horror to come across your face and soak your heart. 

‘Sierra told me it may come across as inappropriate to send such things to you… but I’m just so excited for grandchildren! Oh, but don’t feel pressured into wearing or drinking those things tonight. The aphrodisiac lasts a rather long time, so please do be careful. Considering it’s Dion, I thought you might need some… help whenever you decide to lay with him.

- Maria’ 

“No. Never.” 

Shoving everything back in, you shut the drawer close, making sure to hide the items underneath some layers of your… underwear…

You give up. 

“Ahh, why and how did I stumbled into the scene…” You turn around only to notice the yellow liquid contained in the glass bottle. Right. You forgot about that. “Maybe I should just pour it out…”

Not once did you realize nor notice how all the fear and fright left your body and mind, instead leaving caution and annoyance in its wake. 

- - -

Your husband returned at midnight, small amounts of blood splattered on his left cheek. When you look up from your book to greet him you notice that in the candlelight his eye bags seem darker. Deeper. 

His near sickly pale skin in the soft eerie glow of the candlelight makes him appear as a ghost and not a man. Your fingers curl into the book cover as you lower it into your lap mindlessly.

“...welcome…back.” Your body starts to quiver and your heart beats loud enough you could hear and feel it once you meet his eyes. Quickly scanning his person you notice he’s wearing the same uniform he wore in the manhwa: 

Black shirt with red rimmed shoulder pads that have an edgy skull engraved on top, the shirt long enough to reach below his knees and splits at the hips, tied together with a brown belt at the waist. If he were to turn around you would see the family crest proudly engraved into the fabric. Blank pants that disappear into nearly knee-height boots with long, tied laces. 

The last time you’ve seen him in that uniform was the first time you met him, bored expression plastered on his face as Lant introduced him with a smug smile on that disgusting face of his. All he did was shake your hand as you stood still with prayers to a God who held no love for you. With your father glancing your way every minute as you were left in some corner with your then fiance to hold a conversation that never happened. When he didn’t spare so much as a glance at you, instead staring off into space as you couldn’t take your eyes off your lap. 

Wait. 

No. 

Maybe back then, you were too deep in your thoughts to notice that unnerving stare. 

The same one he has now - looking at you as though you were his prey, scarlet eyes glowing in the candlelight, like you belonged to him and he would never change that fact. That he would never let you change it, either. 

It’s starting to settle in, the realization - he’s been looking at you like that this entire time.

“Wife.” 

The word mixed with his deep sleepy voice sounds like nails on a chalkboard - it makes your ears bleed and eye twitch as you hold back the grimace of how he addresses you. He only wants you because you’re a normal person.

The moment you become insane he’ll let you go. 

That’s the only explanation. It has to be. That’s the only explanation your brain could come up with and accept. 

You’re too scared to bring up the night before yesterday. Beads of sweat slowly roll down your temples and breathing shallow as Dion walks towards the bed, heavy boots echoing. Time stops as your heart drops once he reaches the bed, reaches you and without a single word, he grabs your right wrist and - 

“What happened here?”

Oh. You forgot about your bandaged thumb.  

[911lsbts]

9-1-1: Lone Star’ First Look: ‘Supernatural’s Richard Speight Jr. Plays Leader of Judd’s Sobriety Group

TV Insider has learned exclusively that Speight Jr. is guest starring in 9-1-1: Lone Star‘s midseason premiere, “All Who Wander,” on January 20. We also have a first-look photo, which you can check out above, of him in character.

Speight Jr. plays Reverend Phil, who leads the faith-based sobriety group Judd (Jim Parrack) has been attending the past month along with Owen’s (Rob Lowe) support. However, both Owen and the Reverend suspect Judd has been lying about his sobriety – and it may take an actual miracle to set him back on his path.

It was in the midseason finale in December that Owen realized that Judd has been drinking to cope with his wife Grace’s (Sierra McClain, who did not return this season) absence; she’s volunteering with Mercy Ships. As a result, Owen changed the plans he’d been putting in place for his future: He was going to take a job in New York and have Judd take over as the 126’s captain. Instead, he insisted on taking Judd to a meeting. Now it’s time to see how that’s going.

As co-showrunner Rashad Raisani pointed out to TV Insider, there have been hints at this storyline for Judd going back to the season premiere. “Owen shows up in the middle of the day, and Judd’s like, ‘Hey, you want to drink?’ And every scene we played at the house, there was always a beer out. This is something that’s been going on all year,” he detailed. “I was very adamant. I was like, ‘We don’t usually do that on Lone Star, where we’re threading things in there that come out two or three episodes later, but I just felt really strongly that this was something that we needed to tell the audience.'”

Raisani also shared that Episode 10, the midseason premiere, “has my favorite teaser of the series,” which will speak to how receptive Judd is to getting the help he needs. “We’re going to see the power of addiction and the things that it can make good people do in Episode 10. It’s just beginning. It’s not over.”

[amerasdreams]

Sierra also writes anime fanfiction. It was such a big part of her life it makes sense. She found an outlet in writing, and the things beyond her experience she had to write about were her shows.

I'm thinking she also used it to process her trauma, so sometimes she wrote rather dark and twisted things.

[paulyenvol6]

Bound by Flame (Chapter 11)

Contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, dubcon, oral (f receiving), degrading dirty talk, praising, overstimulating, possessiveness, dominant Daemon, angst

Wordcount: ~4.60k

Masterlist of this story

Daemon turned out to be right.

Viserys made no move to throw him and therefore Maera out of the keep and in the evening they even took supper with the king.

When the rogue prince had entered the keep earlier after his conversation with Viserys, he had approached a servant and demanded to be brought to his wife. Lucky for the servant he had agreed and taken Daemon to her old chambers in the west wing of the castle. There he had found his niece happily looking out of the window and her sigh had warmed his stomach. Seeing the girl content was the dearest thing to him after all.

He wasn't entirely satisfied with the housing situation though and told Maera that they would live in his old chambers a floor below as his rooms were bigger and consequently more comfortable for two people and perhaps a little child. Despite looking a little sad she had agreed and the couple had spent the afternoon taking Maera's old stuff down to his rooms and then in the evening a servant had come to take them to the king's chambers.

It would be a lie to say that Daemon wasn't a little surprised as he had expected to ignore him at least for a little while, but he assumed that Viserys felt the urge to spend as much time with his daughter as possible and he couldn't simply leave out Daemon.

When he and his niece entered the king's rooms he looked bitter. A stiff posture, his mouth tensed and a strict look in his eyes. He seemingly tried to welcome Maera as friendly and lovingly as he could but when his eyes fell on his brother he merely nodded while grinding his teeth. Maera smiled shyly and then took her place beside her husband with her father to her opposite.

At first there was an uncomfortable silence that was so sharp and full of tension, it seemed to cut through the air and at some point Maera couldn't stand it any longer.

"Father, I haven't seen Aegon yet. Where is he?"

Viserys looked at his plate while answering: "He's on a progress throughout the country. An attempt to find him a suitable wife."

His daughter raised her eyebrows looking surprised. "Oh yes? I thought he was set to wed the lady Sierra of house Velaryon."

The king toyed with the cup of wine in his hands. "Yeah well… He was, but he refused me so harshly that I decided to leave the choice to him. As long as his match will be highborn and of a marriagable age I will agree to it."

They kept the topic up for another few minutes with Daemon mainly listening to the talking rather than taking part in it as well. But then when they were speaking about court and the fact that Otto Hightower's wife was with child again Maera did something without thinking about the consequences of her actions.

"Father… you will meet Baelon soon. He is wonderful and you will love him, I'm sure."

Viserys' face was far away from looking pleased. Instead he stared at Maera with tight lips and at first didn't answer her at all.

"Please father," she breathed. "He's my son."

The king inhaled deeply and took his eyes off his daughter which Daemon observed with narrow eyes.

"Let us speak about something else," Viserys demanded at last which the rogue prince replied to with a scoff. It fueled Maera's father with anger.

"How dare you mock me, Daemon! In my own halls after I have granted you my hospitility!? AFTER you've kidnapped my daughter and held her hostage for almost a year!"

He had jumped to his feet and smacked his hand on the table emphasizing his last words. His daughter grabbed his arms and desperately tried to calm him.

"Please. Please don't, can't we just – Can't we just make this a pleasant meal?"

Perhaps her words had an impact on him. He froze in the motion his eyes still spitting fire at his brother but he kept his mouth closed. A few seconds of silence and then Viserys sat down again. His shaky hands reached to his cup of wine and while still boiling with fury he took a little sip. Maera used the moment to swiftly change the subject.

"The library looks different, father. Have you finally changed the tapestries?"

The rest of the supper went on peacefully which was partly because Daemon barely said another word. He looked bored as he sat back in his chair and examined his nails while Maera tried everything to not let the situation escalate again. When Viserys finally excused himself and announced that he was gonna go to bed she exhaled and her tense muscled relaxed.

Once her father had left the room Daemon and Maera exchanged a look and then he stood up and guided his niece to follow him. He held her hand while leading her out of the chambers as well and then up to his chambers. All the way up neither of them said a word but at some point it just bursted out of Maera.

"Must you mock him like that, uncle?" she pressed and Daemon's cold eyes landed on her. As he didn't answer, the girl continued while sitting down on a chair.

"You know that he gets emotional about… this. You know that it will make him angry."

"It's not his fucking place to get angry," he growled and blared his teeth. Maera gasped for air and threw her head back in despair. Then she quickly knelt in front of her husband and reached out to take his hands.

"Please Daemon. I haven't seen him in months and I just… I just want this to work. I'm certain that he will be kind and warm to us if only we don't provoke him. He has love for us and I know that he wants us here as well."

He roughly pushed her hands away and instead grabbed her chin tightly which made Maera gasp in surprise. Daemon watched her with so much disgust that she almost actually believed that he despised her.

"He wants you here. But he wants to get rid of me as quickly as possible. I wouldn't be surprised if he attempts to have me killed."

His wife's face was drawn with sadness and she dropped the corners of her mouths.

"How can you say such things? You're his brother."

"He's quite unsupportive for a brother, wouldn't you agree? I married you and I got you with child, I protected you and I made sure that no one would harm you. What more could a man wish for his daughter?"

She gulped loudly and exhaled when her uncle let go of her. But Daemon wasn't done yet.

"He acts as if I intend to destroy you. If he merely opened his eyes for a second he'd see that I kept you at Dragonstone so you'd be able to give birth in peace and quietness. And quite frankly so you, my darling, could learn to obey me and be willing and therefore would allow me to take care of you."

Daemon sank back in his chair and turned his head away. This wasn't at all how he had imagined the reunion with his brother because he honestly had been looking forward to it as well. He had thought that Viserys would be able to see that he was a good husband to Maera and that her well-being was the most important thing to him. What a stubborn fool, he thought. Too caught up in his imagination to be able to see what was right in front of him. Daemon slowly shook his head.

"When I returned from the stepstones I saw how you were doing. I saw that you were a mess, a girl that had lost all of her liveliness. That was because you were meant to be mine, Maera, and the years apart from me had made you grey and pale. You were made to be at my side. But your father also hasn't been able to see that." He scoffed. "The sadness upon the face of his own daughter…"

His niece had her face tilted to the ground so Daemon softly caressed the side of her face without putting any force into it. He smiled crookedly to himself and drew small circles with his thumb over her skin.

"Get on the bed," he eventually breathed and Maera raised her head.

She looked a little surprised but the determination and passion on her uncle's face made her automatically lift herself off the ground and walk towards their bed. She climbed on it not sure in what position he wanted her so she sat on it while waiting for his next orders.

Daemon took his time. He lazily got up from the chair, opened the first buttons of his shirt and eventually removed it. Only then did his eyes finally land on her figure and he narrowed his eyes.

"On your back. And spread your legs."

Maera obeyed and laid down with her head in the cushions. Her dress slipped a little and exposed her leg which didn't go unnoticed by her uncle. His heart beat fast at the image before him; her silver hair spread out on the pillow, her slightly parted lips, her body sprawled out on display for him and how she so willingly waited for him to claim her.

Daemon approached her and crawled between her spread thighs. His center pressed against her while he leaned down to kiss her on the swell of her breasts but tonight he didn't seem to be very patient as he made his way downwards almost immediately until he laid with his face on the same level as her cunt. Daemon pulled up her skirts and undergarment so her cunt was entirely bare beneath his eyes and took his time to carve this picture in his head.

Of course he had seen her like that what felt like a million times already. But each time there was another detail that stuck out to him and which he wanted to remember forever. Tonight it was her slender small hands that laid next to her head and that he really wished to see around his cock at this moment. But no, now he needed to taste her. He needed to own and feel her. Have her. Therefore he needed to experience her with his every sense and right now he craved tasting her sweet arousal on his tongue.

So he dived between her thighs and just like so many times before put his soft lips on her pearl. At this point he knew what he had to do to drive her over the edge and had learned what she liked. How to twist and turn his tongue the way she liked it, how to suck her bundle of nerves into his mouth, just very lightly and not with too much pressure. How she squirmed whenever he touched her pearl with the tip of his tongue so gently that Maera almost believed that it hadn't happened and yet she wanted him to do it again and again.

And so as always she let out a desperate gasp for air when his tongue circled her pearl and she instinctively fisted the bed sheets.

"Oh fuck."

"Such a good girl. I know you enjoy this, don't you? Me rubbing where it itches so badly, right?"

She couldn't bring herself to an answer and instead tried to communicate with him via her eyes. The odd thing was that despite genuinely receiving pleasure by his mouth, tonight Maera simply felt overwhelmed and exhausted from all the conflicts between Daemon and her father which was why she wasn't fully into it. What he did felt good but she couldn't turn her brain off and entirely let herself go so her eyes were wide open while she started to rock her core against his mouth.

"That's right, babygirl. You're gonna soak my face? Wet me with your juices?"

She gulped and forced her eyes to close and tried to concentrate on the way he so gently touched her center with his mouth but it really was hard for her in this moment. The memory of her father's fury, the way he had cursed her husband and how she had almost been able to physically feel the gap between Daemon and Viserys deepen was too fresh and vivid in her head.

Her uncle didn't notice anything about her disturbed mind though and was utterly consumed by her sweet cunt. He hummed against her core which sent vibrations through her whole body and contendly traced around her little nub.

"That's it… I'm the only one who can make you feel that good, little one. And I'm the only one who'll ever get to see that sweet cunt of yours. Every fucking inch of you is mine. All this pretty head is supposed to think about is me, isn't that right?"

She whined and bit her lip. Pleasure washed over her and once again Daemon's skill with his tongue overshadowed every single one of her bad and dark thoughts. Each of her worries and doubts faded to nothing when he placed his magical mouth on her pearl and made her see stars by merely flicking his tongue.

"Please uncle…" she moaned and slightly lifted her head off the bed to watch his head between her thighs as if she wanted to make sure he wouldn't stop.

"Yes… Let me hear you, love. Let me hear you surrender. You know who owns you, mhm? You know what to do so I'll reward you. You just lay still with your legs spread open for me and take everything I give you with a 'thank you'. You are to obey me and keep those pretty eyes on me. And then we'll all get what we want."

"Yes. Please, I'll do as you say," she whispered and Daemon let out a satisfied growl.

That was the way he wanted her. Sprawled out with her body being his to use. Gods how he loved it when she was his good girl and willingly gave herself to him. It was so much easier than taming her and putting her into her place.

He softly blew some air over her pearl which she commented with a quiet shriek that truly was music to his ears. She twitched and squirmed under his hands that held her down as the stimulation was almost too intense.

"Take it, babygirl. Just like that. I know it's a lot but you can do it. I know you can."

His voice was so husky and raspy and in some odd way it seemed to only intensify the whole of the situation. It enhanced her desire and made her want to squeeze something. Good thing that her uncle's shoulders seemed so fit for it. Maera reached out to grasp at his strong arms and helplessly dug her fingers into his muscles in order to somehow get rid of the tension she felt in her body. By now she slowly rocked her center against her husband's face to receive further friction and in the meantime felt herself slipping towards the edge.

"Daemon… Please, I… I think I'm close."

Her uncle smirked at that and gently nibbled at her pearl. What a good girl she was always letting him know when she was about to finish.

"Don't be shy, sweetling. You can finish… You can soak your uncle's face. I've got you."

His reassurance made her relax and when she finally felt her high approaching she didn't hold back. While Daemon rubbed her pearl with his pointed tongue Maera screamed out and her body arched. Her toes curled, she squinted her eyes, she almost bit her lip bloody and her uncle watched each reaction with relish.

"Good girl…" he whispered and lapped up her wetness while giving her time to enjoy her high to the full.

Daemon then cleaned her cunt with his mouth and made sure that he had savoured every last drop of her arousal despite her shifting and flinching whenever his tongue drew over her overstimulated pearl. Only when he was certain that he had lapped up everything did he pull away and crawled up to be on the same level as her.

He examined her tired eyes and the sweat that had gathered on her forehead and felt a possessive and warm feeling in his stomach. Daemon lovingly put aside some strands of her hair and kissed her forehead.

"This cunt is the best meal I've ever had and ever will have."

Blood rushed into her cheeks at his words so she seemingly wasn't too fucked out to understand him. Daemon kissed her one last time and then decided to proceed and find some relief himself. His cock was hard and he wished for nothing more than to spill his seed either down her throat or into her cunt. Perhaps her throat would be what he desired most right now… Her warm little tongue teasing his tip and licking his precum off it. He made sure that he had his niece's attention and ran a hand over her side.

"You're gonna get on your knees for me, Maera? Give your uncle some relief?"

He was a little surprised when she didn't immediately nod or smile but instead doubtfully widened her eyes.

Daemon sighed. "What is it, little girl?"

"Please… Can I do it in the morrow? I don't want to right now. Please…"

His eyes became small and he eyed his niece while running a finger over her jaw.

"No. But perhaps you will additionally do it in the morrow, I've just decided."

"Please, uncle. Have mercy," she pleaded but could've saved herself the words because Daemon just started to open his breeches to free his cock.

"I'll give you a choice, babygirl. You can either get on your knees for me or I'll fuck your cunt. I'm gonna dump my seed into you tonight but you can decide where."

He roughly grabbed her throat because Maera had started to pout and broke eye contace with him.

"But if you're gonna sulk at me I'm gonna take both of your slutty holes one after the other and maybe even deflower your arse just for the fun of it. So you'll better choose now and behave yourself or I'll fucking decide for you," he hissed while blaring his teeth and his niece gulped loudly. Still, she decided not to test his patience and submissively looked to the side.

"Then fuck me," she stated quietly but Daemon wasn't yet satisfied.

"You will ask me again nicely. With respect."

Maera finally glanced up to him and couldn't help but nibble at the nail of her thumb.

"Please. Fuck me, Daemon."

The rogue prince nodded approvingly and caressed the side of her face. "There you go."

With these words he parted her legs further so he could take a look at her cunt that glistened in the candle light from her arousal and the sight and scent made Daemon dizzy. He had been buried inside of her warmth so many countless times and yet the thought of fucking her tight cunt hadn't lost its allure; on the contrary, he knew what to expect and that made the blood in his veins boil with anticipation.

He guided his tip to her pearl, teasingly circled it a few times which made Maera uncomfortably shift thanks to the overstimulation and then wandered down to her hole. Daemon bit his lower lip, felt the bubbly feeling in his stomach that he always experienced when he knew what was about to happen to his cock and then pushed inside of her.

She was so wet that there wasn't any pain for the girl but her eyes fluttered at the delicious stretch. Her uncle wasn't exactly small when it came to the size of his cock and despite having been fucked so many countless times by him, she was left in awe of his largeness each time.

Daemon on the other hand panted heavily once he felt her snug walls that coated his member so beautifully. She was so damn tight around him and his cock was so perfectly massaged while thrusting into her.

He buried his face into the crouch of her neck and kissed her soft skin while setting a fast pace that left Maera gasping for air. Her eyes were round and her lips parted while she stared at the unfamiliar sight of the ceiling of Daemon's chambers. Well, it wasn't an entirely strange view because as a child she had sometimes spent the nights in her uncle's bed when she had had a nightmare and had seeked his comfort or when she merely needed his company because she was sad about something. But this sight still felt odd to her. How different her life had been the last time she had seen this ceiling. She hadn't known anything about the act of bedding or men or raising a child. Now she was married and had a child. Maera wasn't able to name the feeling creeping up on her in that moment but it left a certain taste in her mouth.

She snapped back to the present moment at a sharp thrust in her core and arched on the bed. A few of Daemon's strands of silver hair tingled her nose which led to her almost sneezing but she held it back. With a quiet whine Maera wrapped her arms around his back and buried her hands in his neck and in his soft hair to hold on to something. In the meantime her uncle's left hand had grabbed her shoulder tightly while his right had wandered to her breasts to massage one of her tits.

"Let me hear you, little one. Let me hear how you're melting," he growled and the sound made her stomach tighten with desire. He had this special raspy tone in his voice when he was turned on and Maera had to whimper against his hair.

Yet she needed more; his or her own finger on her pearl to help her to finish but she was unable to communicate her needs. She would prefer to have him rub her because he did it so well that she was certain he would bring her over the edge in a matter of minutes but she had to find the words, get herself to open her mouth and then say them clearly and loud but all of that seemed impossible right now.

She felt so full, so stunned with his body pressed to hers that she couldn't even form the sentence in her head. This fact angered her and she dissatisfiedly moaned and moved underneath him. If only he could read her mind and find out what she wished for that way. Maera opened her mouth but only a weak whimper went past her lips.

"What is it, little love? Mhm? What do you need?"

She was happy to have his attention and again moaned out while pushing her hips towards him. Her uncle chuckled quietly and gently stroked her hair.

"Your pretty little pearl is aching for me, isn't that right? Does she need my finger?"

Maera eagerly nodded feeling relieved because Daemon had understood and sighed contendly when he moved his hand that had previously stimulated her nipples down between her legs. His cock still pounded her cunt but now the only thing she could concentrate on was her pulsating nub that yearned for Daemon's beautiful hand.

"I bet she's throbbing so badly, right? Do you want it, Maera? You want to come? You want me to rub your pearl?"

She nodded so fastly that she felt dizzy for a moment and tried to push her body towards his hand so he would finally connect his thumb to her center.

"Please," she managed to press and Daemon smirked smugly but actually started to rub her pearl in circles.

Maera cried out and her head fell back in the cushions while panting rapidly. He watched his niece for her reaction, how her face tensed and her toes curled and nothing in this world gave him more satisfaction than to see how he was able to turn her into such a mess.

"I want you to finish with me," he stated though he was not sure whether Maera had even listened to him. Her mind seemed so far away and she was so caught up in her pleasure that her eyes had rolled back. Yet he noticed how she came closer to the edge the longer he kept his finger connected with that sweet little pearl of hers that Daemon loved so dearly.

He pressed into it and enclosed it with his finger all while using her own natural body fluid to coat it. And then she felt her high approaching and fortunately her uncle read all of her body signs correctly so she didn't have to gather all her strength to tell him that she was close. Maera felt some sharp and forceful thrusts in her core and then Daemon grinded his teeth.

"Come, little girl. Come for me."

He slapped the side of her arse lightly and in that moment she collapsed and her chest heaved and lowered itself hectically. The tension in her stomach had contradicted and now all that was left of her was a panting and powerless mess.

Daemon had filled her up with his seed in the meantime. Once he had sensed that his niece was about to finish he had increased the pace and had fucked her roughly until he felt that he couldn't hold it any longer either and had allowed both of them to finish. His seed had filled her cunt to the brim and as always, it gave him so much satisfaction to feel and see how his semen claimed her cunt. He was incredibly possessive over his little girl and to know that it was his cum that shot into her cunt and that it would be his alone for the rest of their lives never failed to enhance his passion.

Daemon exhaled a couple of times and then rolled off her to lay on his back. Maera wasn't fond of the loss of his weight on her and weakly opened her eyes to see what he was doing.

"Uncle…," she whined and put her hands on his strong arm. The addressed grinned but turned his head to the side. His niece crawled over to him, pressed her body against his arm and made sure that he couldn't get out of bed by wrapping her legs and arms tightly around him.

Although he had intended to clean Maera now he decided to spend a few minutes in bed with her since she seemed so whiny and in need of his love right now so Daemon put his arm which she hadn't occupied on her back and caressed her naked skin soothingly.

He smiled with satisfaction when she buried her face in the nape of his neck and sensed how exhausted she was in the way that she breathed steadily and seemed to be on the verge of falling asleep.

It wasn't until Daemon had almost entered the world of dreams that he remembered that he wasn't supposed to fall asleep yet, but just as he was about to open his eyes, his world went black and the prince fell asleep.

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