#Uncle Salty

[vero-niche]

i hope they reveal the trigun stargaze milly redesign soon so i can finally stop seeing people in the tag who never bothered to actually watch tristamp (or even just look it up) bitching about what they did to her every week

[lunarriviera]

cannot get over this description of wu xie from the fandom wiki, like npss truly out here putting the bare minimum effort into his female characters (translation: no effort. absolutely none). wu xie's mother literally still alive, he visits her and his dad for new year's, but no one can be bothered to give her a name. couldn't even let bai ma wake up for five minutes. a-ning, su nan, don't get me started. huo xiuxiu barely squeaking past his indifference. tomb raiding gonna die out in another generation bc there are no women*, go king give us nothing

*except for liang wan who is, as someone recently pointed out, a total himbo; and bai haotian, who miraculously escapes notice maybe bc of the bowl haircut and overalls. they are both adorable and non-negotiable and if npss ever does anything to them i will kword everyone in this room and then myself him

[tavina-writes]

thinking once again and briefly gnashing my teeth at the plague that plagues modern aus in mdzs fandom where everyone's family is more or less happy and has gone to therapy and whatever and yet poor A-Yuan's bioparents were probably still squashed by a bus and all his relatives do not appear to be able to give enough of a shit to raise him which is why wwx adopts him for wangxian's perfect modern family and just.

🙃

(this is not limited to modern aus.)

[childotkw]

Regarding the time travel aus: you say we don't want this but we do. We absolutely do, Jordan. Don't hold yourself back girl go wild. We are cheering you on.

" - prepare separate chambers for you."

"No."

Lucerys didn't blink at Aemond's sudden interruption, having already known it would happen the moment Alicent, with her pinched lips and shifting eyes, had opened her mouth.

He pulled his gaze away from the burning one of Aemond's younger counterpart, and over to the Queen. Her face was frozen in some mix of confusion and dread as she frowned at his partner.

At this strange older version of her son.

Lucerys tilted his head enough to finally let his eyes settle on Aemond. His uncle was already looking at him, and the surety he saw there was all he needed.

"We appreciate the offer, Your Grace," he said calmly, turning back to the woman and smiling, close-lipped. "But we would prefer to share a suite."

And there was the flash of discomfort he had been waiting for.

"I - share?" she echoed, one hand fluttering up to clasp her necklace. Lucerys kept his own expression pleasant, even as bitter satisfaction rolled through him. He ignored the increasing weight of the room's attention - ignored Aemond's younger self, who really wasn't subtle.

"Yes, Your Grace," he answered, and then, because he really couldn't resist, he added, "my husband and I have grown used to living in the same quarters. I am afraid neither of us handle separation particularly well."

Alicent's cheeks went white, and Lucerys' lips curled subtly, only a little meanly.

He was vaguely aware of the others reacting, of Aegon's choked off laugh and how Ser Criston's jaw tightened. Of Helaena's cocked head and the way the King jolted in surprise.

Of how younger Aemond stiffened, his lips parting in a fondly familiar way.

But he didn't care.

Instead, he stared his good-mother down, drinking in the flurry of emotions that ran across her pretty face. It was something he had been denied in their own time, to see her reaction to their union, and gods did it feel good to witness it now.

"H-husband?" she croaked, eyes darting from Lucerys' own to Aemond's, a wild glint of desperation growing there. Her trembling hand flexed around her precious star pendent. "That is not...the Faith wouldn't - "

"We didn't marry in the Faith, mother," Aemond interjected smoothly, knowing that Lucerys' response would have been far less kind. "We married in the tradition of House Targaryen - under the stars and with the Gods of Valyria as our witnesses."

Lucerys caressed his own palm, the nail of his thumb running over the thin pale scar with reverence. The motion was lost on the Queen and her sworn sword, but he saw how his uncles, aunt and grandsire reacted.

They knew exactly what it meant, and Lucerys revelled in it.

[dailyeca]

there's an open sky above you (i hope i die here where it's warm)

[raybyanothername]

Now that I have some distance from the Teen Wolf Movie, I've decided that my least favorite part was the character assassination of Scott.

1. Why is he not a vet?!?! He worked hard for that. He deserved that. He would have been an epic veterinarian! Why is he not explicitly Dr. McCall? Why is he not responding to 'are you an alpha?' with 'i'm a veterinarian' when our latest teen wolf asks the obvious question?!

2. Why is he in contact with no one but Deaton? This man lived and breathed pack relationships, okay. He literally went on a cross-state roadtrip with his currently estranged best friend on the possibility that he could bring back his possibly psycho fox girlfriend who left to protect them. But nah, he just left Beacon Hills 12 years ago and never calls his best friend or his beta.

3. Scott went out of his way to save his friends (including Derek) and his enemies. But he let Derek make the sacrifice play? In front of his son? Scott who's father left? Nah. Don't buy it. And he 100% wouldn't have taken Eli out of Beacon Hills in such an unlikely scenario either imo.

4. I know the point was Scallison, but would it have killed them to give Scalia a nod. Have them mention what happened? Have her ask his advice on Parrish maybe? We got the explanation for Stydia and Stiles wasn't even there.

If you're gonna give me lonely, isolated, and packless Scott McCall... you have to explain how he became that person because that was the exact opposite of how we left things.

[confusedbyinterface]

Jod: "Oh, you want to end the necromantic system? Don't you know necromancers look at sunsets? They have best friends and exhibit mourning behaviour?"

Commander Wake: "John what the fuck are you talking about?"

[dykrophone]

why do people keep telling me I dress like a bengali uncle 😭

[hatesaltrat]

[kingcygnus]

the only thing i enjoyed from dark crisis were the halbarry moments and wally calling hal “uncle hal” which is just a very small detail appreciated by my shipper side, but as a comic reader im not really into this event

[forest-nature-7420]

it was going so well and then my father had to make a comment about my uncle. he tried making the same comment a few months back and i immediately shut him down and let him know he fucked up

he literally brought up my uncle of his own free will and tried to speak on shit he doesn’t know

[elexaria]

domestic! simon is the best partner & father your family could ever ask for. he’s up at the ass crack of the morning to make a dash to the store, stocking up on all the groceries and making sure to grab your pregnancy cravings. you wake up, sore, miserable and aggy— toddling downstairs with bed head, only to find he’s at the kitchen counter slicing up fresh fruit for you. “oi, sit down.” he’ll say affectionately, pointing to the table so don’t stay on your feet for too long. “i’m pregnant, si, i’m not completely incompetent.” you sigh, hands rubbing your swollen tummy with a smirk. he chuckles, raising his eyebrows at you as if to say ‘you sure about that?’

he rubs soothing lotions onto your tummy, unable to stop himself from grinning with each kick from wee riley. “feisty one, eh? gets it from papa riley.” he remarks, his eyes warm with affection as he continues to stare down at your tummy. “mad, ‘ent it? to think.. i’m gonna be a dad. crazy.”

and the love doesn’t stop when wee riley is born, it quadruples in size. a milk-drunk baby all coddled up in the crook of his arm while he whips up some dinner. he swears that his mac n cheese & tenderstem broccoli heals, and you have to admit he does manage to make even stinky ol’ broccoli taste good. he doesn’t understand why dads make such a big fuss about being active parents, hell, you have to remind simon that wee riley is your baby too!

he loves the milestones, can’t not shut up about how much he loves his kiddo. spends his time gushing to laswell about their kids, how exciting it is to be a parent!! the boys love it too, to be honest. johnny’s set out to be wee riley’s favourite uncle, gaz likes teasing you about how whipped and domesticated ol’ ghosty is. and price, well, he’s actually wee riley’s favourite. he looks unamused every time the little bugger grabs at his moustache, babbling and squealing with excitement at the fluff on his face. he looks like a mardy bum, but when nobody’s looking he’ll crack a smile. and yes, johnny’s salty that the baby prefers price LOL

so imagine how excited he is when, on one lazy sunday morning, the three of you are laying in bed with no set plans for the day. the baby’s attention is divided between a silly kid’s movie on the telly, and exploring the terrain of the bed. grabbing tiny fistfuls of cotton with a toothy smile, babbling excitedly at papa riley. he chuckles, nodding as he leans in. “oh yeah? you showin’ the duvet who’s boss, love?” he grins, ruffling the delicate tufts of hair on wee riley’s head, eliciting an excited squeal. his attention is suddenly stolen when, unexpectedly, you slide a picture into his lap.

it’s an ultrasound.

he thought the happiest of his life was the day he had met you, but then he married you— and that was the happiest day of his life. and then wee riley was born, and he couldn’t comprehend how fucking happy and lucky he was as a man. so, the news of another baby on the way makes his heart full. fucking hell, he’s a lucky fella. and he wouldn’t have it any other way <33

[ardynzunia]

@chosenbythecrystal  from here

It was a nice day, the sun was out and he'd finished his lessons for the day. He'd even managed to stay focused throughout the entire lesson despite it being one of the most boring topics. He didn't think it was fair that he had to go to school during the week and still have morning lessons at the weekend but politics and the history of their line weren't things taught at regular school – at least not at his age.

His tutor told him that it was never too early to learn about such things though, especially for a Prince. Most of it went over his head though.

Now he was walking through the gardens with Ardyn, their pace slow and casual to account for his legs. He didn't need the chair anymore, but they were still slowly working on building up the strength and muscle he'd lost while he'd been in it. He hadn't quite gotten to the point where he could run around like he used to, but he could handle a leisurely stroll well enough.

"Hey Uncle, do you think we can scrounge some snacks from the kitchen? S'nice day for a picnic."

Ardyn was happy that the tutor’s had freed his nephew before lunch. He was annoyed enough that Regis wasn’t letting him teach the boy their family history. It would have been worse if they’d monopolized the whole day. He still didn’t see why a history tutor was better than someone who lived it. Noctis would probably remember better if he got it while walking through gardens and listening to stories! 

“Already beat you to it!” He told the boy, “I figured your time was being wasted enough, and grabbed some things while you were occupied.”

He moved some foliage aside, and sure enough a garden table was laid out with some snacks. He thought it better to use a table then the ground, with Noctis still working strength into his legs. Six knew he struggled with low furniture when his back gave him fits. 

“Though we can always do a kitchen raid if I missed something,” He added. “It’s more fun with two.” 

[thefandomthings]

Zuko x reader

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Betrayal

Hurt prompt #11: "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Pairing: Zuko x F/Gn!reader

Warnings: Angst, No comfort, Established relationship, !!SPOILERS¡¡, Takes place in Book 2. Ep. 18

Notes: Oh boy, I have so many avatar requests, it's amazing. Thank you guys for participating in my event it makes me so happy! Tell me if y'all want a part 2.

Prompt Event Part 1 Part 2

All you felt was pain, deep inside your chest. Watching your boyfriend take sides against the avatar once again was brutal. What made it even worse was Iroh was to be imprisoned, you would hold the same fate if you were captured.

You stood next to Katara and Aang, Azula and Zuko on the opposite side of the cave. Azula held the same malicious grin on her face, watching the three of you with smugness.

"My, my Y/n. You seem so down, how sad." She mocks you with a slight chuckle. Zuko gives her a glare, his eyes wandering back to you. They are full of guilt, pleading for forgiveness from you. Practically begging you to understand why he did it, to come with him.

"Leave Y/n alone, Azula." Zuko grunts, getting in a fighting stance with his sister. Azula clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes at her brother.

"They're the enemy now, Zuzu. Can't protect them forever." Azula laughs, blue fire erupting from her fists.

The blue flurries of fire woosh past you fastly. Katara quickly blocks the fire with her water. Using her octopus arms she slashes and whips at Azula, both going back and forth. The ground beneath the five of you shakes and cracks.

Aang and Zuko are going at it hand to hand. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Zuko takes a hit by Aangs wind, sending him flying back into one of the crystal pillars. Your heart stops, skipping a beat as Zuko groans.

You curse under your breath and run towards him, Aang is calling your name frantically. You slid against the rock surface and get the few rocks that landed on Zuko off. He lets out a huff of air, the weight of the rock off of his chest allowing him to breath.

He's quick to sit up, using his hands, he does a walk over away from you. Your heart felt like it was stabbed, watching as he gets in a protective stance. He knows you'd never hurt him on purpose, and he'd never hurt you.

"Why are you doing this, Zuko? Why are you so desperate to gain your honor back?" Your voice is meek, tears gathering at your waterline, blurring his figure.

"You know why I have to, Y/n. This is my chance to prove to my father I am worthy."

Zukos heart physically aches, seeing your tears making him question everything. He never wanted to hurt you, never wanted to put strain on your relationship. You're his everything, you've been with him since the beginning along with Iroh. Loving him even when he didn't love himself.

"But Zuko, when you get home and see your father, will he even except you? What if he hurts you again, or what if he tries to kill you?" You plead, knowing this isn't him. He's just confused and fighting himself.

Zuko stays quiet, thinking over your words carefully. You have a point. His father could easily do all of those things, Azula to. Does he really want to go through with this? Having Uncle imprisoned, possibly you too?

He closes his eyes tightly, fists clenched at his side. He lets out a long breath, salty tears slide down his cheeks as he looks back up at you again.

"He won't. I'm sorry Y/n. You can't change my mind. I'm going home." He lifts his fists back into a defensive stance, hands trembling.

"Please...Please forgive me."

You let out a strangled sob at his words, heart clenching and shattering. Zuko grits his teeth, holding back his own cries.

"Get out of here, before Azula realizes I haven't killed you." Without realizing it, Zuko was beside you. Taking you into his arms, he holds you as close as he can. His lips pressing multiple kisses to your head. His nose buried in your hair, taking in your shampoo scent one last time.

"Does this mean you don't love me anymore? Since you're leaving?" You asked, face hidden in his neck, tears hitting his skin like rain. Zuko squeezes you softly, kissing the apples of your cheeks.

"That not what I meant, Y/n. And you know it." He pulls away from you, taking a few steps back to create distance.

Water then wraps around his waist sending him flying. You scream his name as Katara takes you in her arms. You sob holding onto Katara as she sees you down.

"It'll be alright, Y/n. I promise." She hugs you tightly, the sound of wind echos in the cave as Aang enters the avatar state. Suddenly lighting cracks, blue electricity shoots towards Aang. Shooting into his back like a spear.

"AANG!" You and Katara race towards him, watching as he falls, his body is lifeless. Katara catches him, tears falling from her eyes. You use your bending to keep the three of you protected as Katara holds Aang and bends up the waterfall.

Zuko watches as the love of his life disappears. He lets out a sob, his fist pounding the ground.

He's sorry. So, so sorry. He never wanted to hurt you, cause you this much pain. Yet he has, and he might never, ever be able to fix it.

He hopes you're safe, and he'll come and find you when the time is right before it's to late.

[russellsppttemplates]

Parenting Practice (Lando Norris)

A look into the Norris family summer vacation

Note: english is not my first language. It's been some time, hasn't it? A lot has been going on, and my mental health has taken the biggest toll, so the blog hasn't received much attention as I'm trying to keep the train going! For those who are here and have stayed, thank you for being so patient and for staying - I hope this is good enough ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests right now, so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to send them in but know that I don't know when I'll be able to get to them!

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Cw: reader is pregnant

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3 @sltwins

"Are you all packed, my love?", Lando asked you as he zipped his suitcase effortlessly.

"Yes - are you sure it's fine if I take my pillow?", you wondered, holding the pregnancy pillow close to you, folding it into the carrier bag.

"It's regular carry-on, and as much as I hate that I have to share my cuddles with it, I know you sleep better with it so you definitely need to take it", Lando winked.

Blushing at your husband's antics, you made sure it was packed before looking around in case you missed something you needed to pack, "seems like I'm all good too - when do we need to leave?".

"In thirty minutes - how about I make us a snack to eat, then you can go pee before we go and then we head to the airport?", Lando suggested.

"Why did you need to specify that I have to take a pee break?", you poked you tongue out at him, pinching his butt as he walked past you.

"You were the one that told me I should always inform you of when you couldn't pee for a long time! The jet will touchdown to pick us both up and go straight up again - I don't think we will have time to use the base's bathroom, and you say you don't like the jet's bathroom, so I was just warning you, woman!", he bit back playfully.

Recalling the last time where you tried to use the bathroom and had to call Pietra to hold you in case you couldn't get out on your own, afraid that the bump would make moving around the tiny space impossible, you swore you'd always plan your pee breaks carefully from now on, "I'm craving something salty", you beamed as Lando walked down the stairs.

"A salty snack for mama and baby girl coming right up!", he yelled back and you could just imagine his head shaking from side to side with a charming smile on his face.

Your mother in-law was the first to greet you as soon as you stepped inside the aircraft, Lando holding your hand to make you didn't fall and helping with your shoes, "Y/N! Oh, you look so gorgeous!", she cooed.

"It's the compression socks, isn't it?", you giggled, lifting up your long skirt to show her, "doctor said it would be better for the swelling - Goodness knows I need all the help I can with that", you mumbled the last bit.

"Don't be silly, you look beautiful!", Pietra complimented.

"She does, doesn't she?", Lando complimented, kissing your cheek before letting you go and feeling slightly jealous that everyone was now looking at you when you had been a sight for his eyes only for the past few days.

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"Is all of that jealousy, brother?", Cisca asked her brother, touching her toes on his thigh after she sat down on her beach chair. The sun had finally showed up and there was a light breeze going on, making it the perfect beach day and it was only lunchtime as they sat on the beach bar after making the food orders.

"Jealousy? Of what?", Lando quirked his eyebrow over his sunglasses, drifting his attention from you and looking back to his youngest sister.

"The girls haven't left Y/N since the plane, only to sleep and Sav was just saying she swears she heard Athena call your wife before she fell asleep", she snickered, "You've lost favourite uncle status, we all have I think".

"Like we stood a chance to begin with", Lando scoffed, "she was made to be a mother, and before that she had all the practice with being an auntie. And the girls genuinely think they can play with baby girl like they play with their dolls once she's here with us".

"Mila is gentle most days, Athena is... still a bit hard on her movements I think - oh, just on cue!", she yelped.

"Oh, darling, that was a bit strong, wasn't it?", you scolded softly, taking her hand away from your ear after she pushed on your hoop.

"Come here, you trouble maker!", Adam called, grabbing the little girl away from your lap as you rearranged your jewellery.

"She surely has a strong grip!", you chuckled before winking at Lando, mouthing a silent "I love you, Lan" across the table.

Cisca groaned playfully, "is all of that jealousy, little sister?", Lando teased her before blowing you a kiss and mouthing it back.

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You were enjoying the pool the villa had, soaking up the sun as you laid on Lando's chest, tracing random shapes on his chest while his hand travelled around your waist and bump, often tapping it when your little girl kicked or moved.

It was fairly quiet until the girls woke up from their naps, immediately coming down to join you and invite everyone to swim with them.

Deciding to engage in their delight, you got up and walked to the edge of the pool, carefully sitting on the warm stone and letting your legs dip in the water to cool your body while Lando dove in and played with the girls, "careful, Mila, you can't unzip your vest!", he called.

Pulling her closer to you, you managed to zip it back up and help her swim back to her uncle, "is the bump getting in the way?", Sav asked you, mimicking your early movements and sitting next to you.

"When I'm sitting down, yes", you chuckled, "I don't have the same range of movements and my mind still has to catch up with that".

"It's a sign that she's growing well though", your sister in-law added, propping herself up on her arms so she could ease the rest of ther body into the water, getting immediate attention from her children as they called her to them, "soon enough you'll have someone calling you every waking second!".

"She already does, though! Look at him making a bee line to her now that she's free!", Oliver joked as Lando swam to you.

"I won't even bother answering that", Lando pointed to his brother before reaching you, ignoring everyone else as he gently wrapped his arms around your calves and rested his chin on your knees, "hi, beautiful", he smiled.

"Hey, handsome", you smiled, brushing a fallen curl away from his forehead, "did you enjoy your splashes?", you asked giggling.

"It was fun, yes. Athena poked my eye a couple of times though", he argued, "can you imagine our little princess playing with them this time next year?", he wondered.

"Three little girls", you mused, nodding at the idea, "you better get ready to be a princess too!".

"I have what it takes to be a girl dad, some people might even say I'm very girl dad coded", he tsked you, earning laughs from you.

"You definitely are, yes", you rubbed your bump, "you haven't been her long and she's already kicking like crazy - definitely a daddy's girl".

"Hey, sweet girl", Lando spoke, lightly wetting the skin as his hands touched your bump, "are you having a good time in there? Mummy always says she's too hot so we hope you're doing good away from this heat. And this helps, no?", he wondered as the baby kicked against the droplets, "yeah, it's good and cooling", he cooed.

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"I'm craving something salty", you said as you grabbed the menu, flicking the pages to see what tickled your fancy.

You had decided to go to the beach bar and have lunch there, not wanting to have to pack everything to go back home only to come back for the afternoon. Everyone was gathered around the table as the waiter took the orders.

"Feeling good? Well rested?", you asked Lando once you caught him looking at you.

"Yes", he admitted, "I thought it would be harder to switch off, but it's been very good", he squeezed your thigh, kissing the side of your head and pulling you to his chest, "how are my girls today? You look ethereal in this dress, darling".

The white dress was flowy at times and tight in all the right spots, showcasing your babybump perfectly, "we've been good, no more harsh kicking on my bladder which I appreciate, isn't that right, Tilly?", you rubbed just above your bellybutton, "but we're both quite hungry".

"The waiter said yours should be quick to make", he offered since the waiter mentioned that the Caesar salad was a popular plate and they always had it running.

Once everyone was served, you began eating, delighted and exclaiming how good e everything was.

"Have a bite of this, baby, trust me!", Lando offered as he gathered a bit of everything on his fork to feed you.

"It's sweet, I'm not sure I'll like it", you scrunched up your face.

"Try a little bit", he encouraged as he made a shell shape with his hand to catch anything that fell or dropped.

The food was definitely the opposite of what you had, but it was delicious. That you couldn't deny.

"It's good, isn't it? I told you!", Lando smiled, "do you want some more?", he offered while already getting everything on the fork again.

"Baby girl seems happy too", you giggled, feeling her move.

"She has good taste in food, what can I say?!", Lando giggled back.

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The vacation was well underway by the time you decided which days you wanted to spend on the boat, Oliver and Savannah staying inside with the girls along with Adam and Cisca who decided they would make lunch for everyone.

"Do you know what I have just realised?", you spoke to Flo as you both watched Lando and Cisca's boyfriend jump into the water, "your brother has a massive head - like, it's really big, specially when you compare to Max's", you pointed to your husband's best friend who had joined you for the last few days.

That morning, you cried about the fact that your bikini dug on your hips only for Lando to tell you that you hadn't tired the sides properly and that you had more than enough room to accommodate your growing body, so right now this was a way better way to deal with the rush of hormones you were having.

"I think we all do, to be fair - Cisca has the smalled one I guess", Flo squinted as she looked at her sister who walked closer to you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?", Cisca wondered.

"I've just realised how big your brother's head is and how I'm probably going to be split apart when this little girl - little body but surely a big head - joins us", you rubbed your bump as tears formed in your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N, my friends have had babies with big heads and they're fine", Pietra offered, "they were just fine", she said before waving at Max so him and Lando could come to the rescue.

"I don't know why I'm crying, which makes this even worse - Goodness", you wiped your eyes and chuckled, "I can feel her head, it's about here from what I remember from the scans - and it's big, like, really big! How is that going to work?", you blurted.

"What's the matter? Is everything alright? Y/N, are you good? Is it Tilly?", Lando asked worriedly as he saw you break into a fit of giggles and seeing the girls fight their laughter a bit before joining.

"The matter is that you have a big head and Tilly's will also be big", you explained, "I'm not the tiniest person ever, so there's definitely room but can you imagine? I have to ask your mother how big your head was when you were born because I feel like I need to do prep work for it", you mused, "it's all natural until you decide to have a kid with the guy who has a big head".

"Oh, Y/N has gone dark", Max muttered, earning himself a swat on his forehead from Pietra, "what? Did I lie?", he hissed, containing his laughter.

"I'm not sure what you'd like me to do here, my love", Lando admitted, sitting next to you and attempting to squeeze your thigh lovingly, knowing the affectionate gesture could go both ways.

"Our baby is making me feel like I have the emotional and cognitive skills of a toddler", you mumbled as you cuddled your husband, supporting your bump with a pillow Flo got for you as you both layed down.

"It's okay, Y/N, I don't mind having to reason with you - we'll consider this practice for when we have our little one, okay beautiful?", Lando kissed your forehead.

[konigsblog]

omg stepdad-price would be gorgeous👀

Stepdad-Price, that sick rapist. 🥃

TW: RAPE, INTOXICATION, STEPCEST.

What you remember from that night: the three times you were awoken.

Intoxication is 100% his thing, especially with an inexperienced reader. He will get you so drunk, that the only thing you'll remember is being awoken to the feeling of being pounded, before falling unconscious. The amount of fear that filled you for those thirty seconds that you were awake traumatised you. You're not sure whether it was a sick nightmare, or if it really happened, but you don't want to ask. You're afraid that if you ask, he'll look at you differently.

All you remember is the face of a man, a brunette beard, awfully similar to the face of your stepfather. The feeling of your heart falling into your stomach left you shaken up, but with no bruises, you believed it was nothing but a horrible dream. But, it felt so vivid, you could feel it. Each thrust, the way the impact of his tip against your cervix would silence you. You remember gazing up at the familiar face through blurry vision, clouded by your tears, before fainting again. Even while your vision was black, you could feel him release, the way his load spurted into your wet, warm hole and filled you. The sensation of nausea washed over you, before becoming fully unconscious.

You remember the second time you woke up. You felt your cunt pulse and squeeze around his bulbous, thick cock and the way you felt almost split open. You could feel the fuzziness from his pubes tickle your bare skin and the way his thick, long fingers would silence you muffled cries and screams. You felt your pussy drool around his veiny shaft, coat him in your sweet fluids. The sensation of your velvety, smooth cunt clamping down onto his boner was unforgettable, especially with the way his meaty, hung dick throbbed and squelched inside of you. You could hear it - the slick and wet noises of him selfishly coming deep within your walls, the warmth between your thighs, and how mesmerising and addictive it felt with each vein grazing against your walls.

The third time you woke up, you could taste it, but feel it as well. You felt his presence tower above you, the wetness down your chin. You felt distracted by the taste of bitterness and saltiness, before the feeling of being slammed into violently took over your thoughts. It couldn't be Price fucking you, you vividly remember him looming above you and relentlessly fucking your throat until your gagged and spat up everywhere. You remember the sound of your uncle's voice, Simon. He'd always been extremely touchy, and you always wondered why your stepfather never cared. You felt the pain spread rapidly, the lengthiness of his cock making you bleed uncontrollably, while you let out pained and pitiful cries. You remember gazing down between your thighs, watching as your pussy would greedily accept Simon's boner, even when your mind was panicking. You came numerous times, that same squelching, watery, and slick noise that filled your ears.

Fuck, if it really happened, you had been creampied countless times, filled to the brim. You don't even want to imagine what the state of your pussy would look like, the aftermath of their abuse. But, a part of you isn't sure whether you want it to happen again or not.