#he's so betrayed omg

[asterthought]

Yeah... Uh... I was procrastinating the start of the last book of Hiccup's memoirs by drawing.

(Sorry about the big watermark, I didn't think it would look this big and didn't occur to me to sign every single one of the doodles)

Close-ups under the cut so this doesn't take much space in yall's feed <3

Camicazi's pose came out purely because of the space I had on my page, and I loved how she turned out! She looks like a spiky blonde gremlin lol

[rayveneyed]

that cowboy au was really good 🥹 would you consider doing a part 2?

cw: mentions of death, violence, objectively amoral decisions; mentions of marriage, alcohol

the presence of gojo satoru can only mean trouble.

red sky in the morning — shepherd’s warning. nanami kento tries not to take the sight of it personally, tries not to take simple wonders of nature as omen — but it sits like a lump of coal in his stomach all through the morning and well into the afternoon. he doesn’t know why this particular day seems to be the harbinger of something terrible, but sure enough, just after he finishes milking the cows and putting them out to graze, one of the village kids runs up on him. flushed with excitement and hair windswept, the little one calls his name — mister kento! mister kento! hey, over here, mister kento! strange white-haired fella’s lookin’ for you, skulkin’ ‘round the saloon!

it’s a small-town child’s excitement — a stranger in such a quiet place, one where the closest train station is a town or two over, and the most exciting thing to happen is a travelling merchant every few months. kento’s dread, then, is ice-water over the head in comparison. white-haired. gojo, the bastard. and loitering around the saloon, where you’re working — before he can even think twice, he’s running off to mount his closest horse, and taking the dirt road at a frantic gallop.

not many words in any spoken language could describe exactly how nanami kento feels about gojo satoru. there’s a fondness there — they had, after all, fought and lived side-by-side for years, since they were boys. there was admiration for gojo’s tenacity and drive, no doubt, but there was hatred in equal measure. hatred for the man gojo had urged nanami to become — hatred for the shit he’d been told to do. hatred for the simple fact that, at the end of the day, gojo’s brashness had only ever gotten other people killed.

(and fear. fear that, like he had done a hundred times before, gojo would worm his way into nanami’s head, and convince him to return before he knew what he was agreeing to.)

through the dust kicked up by his mare’s cantering hooves, the humble saloon comes into sight; only a single floor, nothing like the multi-story pleasure houses of san francisco. then again, kento’s never much cared for them, or the beckoning women of the night, or the violent brawls that would break out every few minutes. somewhere quiet to drink in peace, suits him just fine, and that’s here. though with gojo satoru around, peace never lingers long.

he takes the stairs two at a time, pushing through the doors, and—

“always been a city boy, myself,” comes that familiar voice. instantly, kento’s eyes shoot towards it — towards you. “towns like this never did quite suit me — y’know, a man needs a bit of noise in his life!”

oh, noise had been the least of what gojo had gotten himself. blood and guts and bullet wounds, wanted posters with his name and mug plastered all over it.

he shouldn’t be here. it’s almost unnatural for him to be here, sitting in old man tom's favourite seat, lounging like he owned the place.

“now, pretty thing like you,” he hears gojo croon, low and smooth like always, the type of voice that weakened women’s knees, “you shoot me a look, sweetheart, i reckon i’d stay in this sleepy little town a lot longer.”

something like panic sits itself in kento’s chest, and he can’t put one damned finger on what it is. the clashing of two lives — gojo, with his hat drawn low over bright blue eyes, his jacket as dark and fitting as always; this dusty little saloon, with its untuned piano and cheap swill; you, with your hair tied up and your neckline low, with those eyes he knows gojo likes—

“charming,” he hears you say, dry, completely unimpressed. the tightness in his chest eases, a little, and then you seem to realise he’s approaching — your gaze lifts over gojo’s head, and your eyes brighten, and golly — ain’t that something? your smile, at his simple presence? like he was something to look forward to? “mister kento, you’re a man desired — this gentleman’s been looking all over for you, apparently.”

gojo turns those baby blues on him, expectant, and kento sighs as he takes the seat next to him — gently accepts your offer of a drink with a thank you kindly. gojo thanks you, too — calls you sweetness, and kento pretends that it doesn’t unsettle his soul. you resign yourself to the end of the bar to give them some semblance of privacy, wiping at glasses with a cloth to rid them of water-stains and dust.

they sit in silence for a moment, listening to the cicadas calling outside and the distant squeals of playing children. gojo, as usual, is the first to break it.

“been a while, ain’t it? gotta say, wasn’t expectin’ you to go all out on this country life thing, old friend.”

kento pretends not to see the spectre of you in the corner of his eye — pretends that he’s not vastly aware of how he has to balance two personas right now. he keeps his irritation low and tempered, cupping his glass between his hands; still, he knows his voice is frosty when he says: “what are you doing here?”

“oh, so cold, kento! and after all we’ve been through together…”

he restrains a frustrated sigh. dancing around it — that’s gojo. deceptively childish but incredibly intelligent — can’t just come out and say something. and kento could be doing something else right about now, something far more important — in fact, he should already be thinking of how to explain gojo’s abrupt appearance here to you. cousin twice removed? long estranged brother? childhood friend with a troubled streak? “doubt you came to see me outta the goodness of your heart. i’ve got no interest in whatever it is you’re peddling. you wanna drink, let’s drink. nothing else.”

“oh, come now. i gotta be after somethin’ to visit you?”

nanami shoots him an unimpressed look — gojo at least has the shame to wince. he takes another sip of his drink, and they both stare at the dusty shelves of booze, until finally, he shrugs.

“listen: this place is gonna drive you mad, kento,” he says, underhandedly casual, sipping on moonshine and syrup. he always did have a sweet tooth. “the silence’ll do you in.”

a thread of irritation tugs itself through kento’s brow. “silence drives you mad. suits me just fine.”

kento doesn’t know what’s more hurtful — the idea that gojo doesn’t know him at all, or that he does, and just doesn’t care to speak to him like it. he knows exactly what game gojo is playing at — badgering him out of his life of peace to join the gang again, fill the empty space left by geto and haibara and god knows who else that’s gone. he could do him the courtesy of being a little more believable, though. less patronising.

this doesn’t suit you. you don’t deserve something good like this, not after what you’ve done. stick to what you know, kento — and what do you know? violence. greed.

“c’mon, kento. you’re better than this, y’know.”

kento fingers tighten on the handle of his cup. his gums feel bruised where his teeth grit together — his anger like a reddening metal on the verge of turning white-hot. “you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“you’ve been up and down this goddamned country—” gojo, at least, has the mind to lower his voice, then, glancing over his shoulder— “tyin’ sheriffs up in knots, laying your pockets with gold, and you think this shithole will satisfy you any?”

that’s enough to send kento’s temper skyrocketing — and he, by no means, is an angry man, but shithole is not how he’d describe it in any capacity — this place that had accepted him with little wariness, treated him with kindness, asked very little questions—

“you’re steppin’ way outta line, gojo—”

but his white-haired companion has always been willing to push the bounds of just about anything — and, leaning closer, devilish smile tugging at his lips, says: “hopin’ that, uh, busty barmaid over there’s gonna make you an honest man? huh? i mean, hell, i wouldn’t blame you, but—”

nanami’s glass hits the countertop with such force it rings throughout the saloon — he can feel it draw the gaze of most everyone around. you, the few daytime drinkers. the low murmurs of conversation drew to an abrupt stop. when he glances in your direction, he sees you almost caught mid-action, brows drawn tight as you make to intervene.

maybe it’s the look in his eye that makes you stop; the serious, humourless glint he’s let himself lose the past few months. maybe it’s the tense set of his jaw. either way, you nod a little, and step back to what you were doing — but your gaze remains, ever-watchful.

nanami levels gojo with a glare so horrid he’s sure he’s never used it on him before; and, sure enough, blue-eyed gojo glares right back.

for a moment — for a short, traitorous moment, he regrets leaving his handy pistol back home. he hasn’t had to carry it in months. he hasn’t ever had to carry it for gojo, of all people, but he saw just how quickly the gang had turned on themselves — how quickly trust was lost. and after the loss of haibara, and geto’s betrayal, who knew what state of mind gojo was in?

kento’s fingers flex.

a beat passes.

and then — gojo’s face breaks out in a gleaming, cheeky smile, and his shoulders jump with loud, sonorous laughter. relief is near palpable in kento’s chest, the tension that had suctioned itself to his bones easing just slightly. “hah, you’re just a riot, ken!”

then, slapping a hand on kento’s shoulder and leaning forward, gojo calms a little. nanami gets the sudden feeling that it was all a rouse, right from the start. is he so out of practice he can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore? once upon a time gojo’s jokes and fancies wouldn’t have made him blink an eye.

“just pullin’ your leg,” gojo says.

“you piss me off.”

“can’t lie—” gojo continues— “i was hopin’ to bring you back with me. but this shit really does suit you, y’know.” his smile takes a saddened edge — nostalgic, no doubt, for the life they once led. the stupidity and rashness of it all. sometimes the same feeling hit kento — and then he remembered the bad of it all, and he tucked it back deep inside himself. “country air, quiet life. settle down with a nice woman.”

his eyes trail over to the right — and this time, when his eyes settle on you, nanami feels no overwhelming protectiveness, no urge to drag gojo out by his silver locks or shoo him out. he feels a fool for doubting gojo in the first place. “things out here make the cities look like hell by comparison.”

“it’s a simple life,” kento agrees plainly. his heart still thrums heavy in his chest. he finally takes a proper gulp of his drink — actually tastes it instead of just letting it pass down his throat. “you should try it sometime.”

“wasn’t lying earlier. think the quiet would have me seein’—” he chokes on a bark-like laugh— “ghosts, and the like.”

haibara. riko. yaga.

“mm.”

they go back to staring at the shelves in silence. kento doesn’t know what to say. he’s never been a man of many words, but what does one say in this situation, anyways? i’m sorry geto left. i’m sorry haibara died. i hate that it was your fault, and i hate that it wasn’t. i don’t like the man i am when i’m around you, but it’s really all i know. you’re my brother, and i hate and love you in equal measure.

a trickling sound interrupts his thoughts. his cup is being refilled — and then gojo’s. extra syrup, despite the fact that sugar is expensive as all hell.

“looks like y’all could use it,” you say by way of explanation, a sorry little smile on your face. when you meet his eyes, it spreads, just a little — an extra nudge, just for him. “i’ll get outta your hair now.”

“thank you for the drink,” kento says quietly.

“thanks,” gojo echoes. he watches you go, and swirls his drink idly around in his cup. “y’know, you got somethin’ good here, ken. hate to say it.”

“mm. the farm, it — it, uh, keeps me busy.”

“wasn’t talkin’ about the farm,” says gojo, shooting him a knowing look. kento’s ears burn, and he tries to ignore it — in vain, he’s sure, if his companion’s snicker is anything to go by.

“there’s nothing there.” he wouldn’t allow there to be, after all. a life of solitude is exactly the punishment he deserved for what he’s done. he wouldn’t rope you into his madness.

“right, right. you make googly eyes at every woman y’come across?”

“just drink your damn drink.”

by the time the sun is setting, gojo sets off on his horse. he ignores all offers to stay the night, to wait until morning; he's got business to attend to, apparently, business that couldn't wait — but could, apparently, wait for an hours-long drinking session. he doesn’t hug kento, doesn’t make any claim to sentimentality — that hasn't changed, kento supposes — he only leans down to shake his hand, firm and sure like yaga had taught them as boys, and says:

“don’t be a fool, kento. you got a chance at a normal life right here." then, grinning, like the idea of being serious had turned his stomach, gojo calls: "you don’t take that chance, i'll steal it from right under you!"

kento only shakes his head, and turns to enter the saloon again.

when he looks over his shoulder — just once, all he can bear — gojo’s already gone, no more than a speck riding into the sunset.

[artbymesa]

IT WAS GONNA BE QUICK DOODLES I TOLD MYSELF

You'll have to pry this head canon from my cold, dead fingers

I recorded this with my Tav, should anyone be interested(realized after she had different armor on whoops).

[quortknee]

some more portrait doodles of my tavs (i have a few too many)

[previous tav art post]

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

God not that racist characterization of Damian and his childhood. On my dash.

[mariesoliver]

*spoiler for the night agent*

When the grey-haired chief of staff lady truns out to be bad that shit hurted like it was my own dad abandoning me again like i can imagine sutherland was like "being stabbed hurt but being betrayed by my surrogate mommy destroyed me" rip golden retriever's sense of trust

[born-to-lose]

I love random drama from people I barely know like oh my god really??? How dare they treat you like that..... btw what's your name again

[aquickstart]

oh my god i just realised somehing. this instant.

あくま (devil/fiend) is very, very similar to how ackermann is pronounced in japanese. oh my god.

[hauntingblue]

I loved this movie about nami and her ex situationship reconciling and also anti capitalism

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi Jalebi,

Pl answer this with a picture.

Officially Engaged Arnav thinking its an absolute betrayal of Kushi to get engaged.

(the picture ask game) ;)

[destisea-a]

" you've been spraying them with water. " its a statement , sans accusation when the truth of it rings clear in one of the goldlings perched on the god's shoulder. another leisurely sat atop their head as amusement rears its head in depths of burnt gold , " they have done nothing but complain to me about how mean one briar moon is. " locutions pause , tiers curling as a hand reaches for knuckles to graze against his cheek , shifts to plumes with a hum. " i'm asked to implore you to reconsider. "

     traitors, all of them.  briar stands by his choice in punishment however, as it is the only proper way to make the three of them see reason. if susa/noo only knew;  how naughty their little goldlings were. or...  maybe, briar thinks, he does know and simply chooses not to see it that way. a god, capable of such violence ( he's seen it in bursts before, it is quite the spectacle ), bent wholly by the little felines they have wordlessly dubbed their children.   " they only get sprayed with water when they misbehave. "

expression unreadable, the glint of his glasses mirroring their faces back to them. though, he cannot help the slight tilt of his head when they reach for him. then, the halovian takes their hand in his, holds it. it's a sweet gesture but...  it will not change the facts.  " wont even finish their own food before they're off trying to steal one another's.  --  and if they think using you is going to do anything, they're very sorely mistake.  tsk-  i think you spoil them too much... "

unprompted

[miloucomehome]

Belated VIVANT episode 8 thoughts

It's going to be short (narrator: it wasn't) because I've had the episode 9 one sitting in my drafts and it looks like a mess XD

Nogi I'm sorry it took me almost 2 weeks to upload this ✋😂🤚

(he looks like Date from JOKER here....!)

The scene where Nogi fired at Kurosu was so stressful to watch the first time, oh my god. The fact that Kurosu was able to deftly dodge the shot is impressive, but I was too stressed by the scene at first to process that. It's worth pointing out that Nogi must have trusted Kurosu to dodge it so much that he definitely was aiming for his head.

The gun

There's some "fridge" elements later when we see Nogi apply his hand-weighing skills in front of Nogorn. There's a shot of him where Nogorn seems to realize that if Nogi could accurately weigh the rice within a few grams before a scale was brought, then he most likely knew that the gun he handed him to shoot Kurosu was actually the weight of a loaded gun. Nokor literally saved his father's life. (Because we know that Nogi would've shot everyone in the room before anyone had a chance to react) though seeing full-on assassin mode Nogi would have been cool (that would've been a reminder of his role as Date in JOKER)

The documents Nogi mailed to Dr. Kaoru

Just as an FYI, it wasn't a property transfer (I don't believe) but he did give her a copy of his 不動産登��識別情報 touki shikibetsu jouhou Real Estate Property Registration Identification (rough TL, like a land/property title?). The package also included his stamp and bank book and house keys o_o)...

"Hey, Drum...what should we tell the Doctor?"

Credit goes to one of my friends for pointing this out, but just before the polygraph (and Nokor warns Nogi that if he should lie, they'd know) but it looks like Nogi ate something. It hasn't been confirmed in episode 9 and maybe never will but it looks like he may have taken a drug or bit into something to slow down his heartbeat enough for any changes to go unnoticed. (I mean, Nokor is fuming that he passed it too)

Worth noting that in this scene, Nogi outright tells Nokor he won't spill everything about Beppan but will provide information of his colleagues. But he also mentions this:

Nokor: Have the other Beppan members met [before your mission]? Nogi: No. We work individually most of the time. However, we have other members hiding in all kinds of places around the world. But their exact numbers, as well as their chain of command, are all unknown [to me].

I know I'm writing this a day before the finale, but what if we do get surprised by other members showing up in the final episode? (or shown from the shadows)

September 11th attacks mention being used intelligently (?) as a motivator for a character's actions is something new for me, it really is. Nogi mentions how after the attacks he was overcome with the desire to protect his friends and family like his classmates were doing at Colombia after the attacks. (We learn that he joined the JSDF Ground Forces, but this might be me forgetting the stuff from the episode where Nozaki uncovers the lies in Nogi's CV history). While I have a lot of opinions about 2001, Nogi's actions fit. There really was a massive recruitment happening in the US after the attacks. I think in my country too, but nowhere near the scale it was in the US.

Much as I would love to see if we know who this commander was, I'm really enjoying the air of secrecy behind Beppan.

So something I highlighted in another post was how I really think the war-correspondant/journalist Iida, the one who brought Yusuke to Japan in the 80s, effectively saving him from further abuse and trafficking, may actually have been Section Chief Nagano. He goes into rehab after something during his time in the JSDF, but like with Nogi's father, who's to say he wasn't in the intelligence unit too? (Nogi's father's CV officially says he was part of the NSA's riot squad)

And war journalism isn't easy. I do think the bit about the rehab may have been true, but the years fit with the civil war in Balka...

Anyway, I've noticed king Nozaki has had a few shots where he's in the light and he's illuminated by it. I like how it frames him (I mean, there might be a meaning for it, but for now I just like how he looks :'D) The fact that Jamine seems shy around him feels so unsettling though omg. TuT)

(maybe she's got a light "crush" on him? If that makes sense? I used to shy away from a family friend's son for a number of years in my teens (he's 4 years older than me) 😅. I don't think "crush" is the right word for the reaction, but....)

There's a mild Hanzawa attack of numbers and data later but we do learn that Tent has been acquiring lands in the west of Balka. I assumed it was to try and establish their own administrative region/country.

But in this scene:

Uhm. There's alot of Monitors. (around the world?) Like, a lot. LIke if something happened to Beki in the final episode, the group would likely still continue.

The fact that Tent has committed so many acts (including "minor" ones in comparison to the terrorist attacks) for the sole goal of obtaining money is...something. On one hand, it's being used for "good" (for the sake of the orphaned children)...but...the missing 597.8 million Nogi finds in the books was, according to him, laundered and likely placed in Nokor's company--- 77% of that money has gone towards "Real Estate". This allocation started 3 years ago in 2020...which is when Tent began its terrorist attacks around the world and when intelligence agencies began marking the group.

Not only that, but they were prepared to marked in order to acquire more land in the west of the country (In episode 9 we learn that they found a fluorite deposit)

I'm so glad I spoke to my friend after because the sheer doubt I had from the sudden Hanzawa Data Analysis Attack left me doubtful I understood the scene XD.

(btw I'm enjoying Nokor's flashes of jealousy though. I'm enjoying how they're not all one big happy found family.)

aaah Kurosu ;_;)

I'll upload my thoughts on epiosde 9 later! Thanks for reading!!!

[ham1lton]

I’LL BE THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS (MAYBE??)

pairings: oscar piastri x stan account!reader

warnings: none?

faceclaim: pam hughes / pamalaaam on ig.

summary: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a fast driver must be in want of a girlfriend—oscar piastri just didn’t expect his to be a twitter menace.

author’s note: jam is just a nickname that yn goes by online, which is good for security on the internet. stay safe kids !

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yourusername: girl date w/ bffname. jam, books and the winter air. what could be better?

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user1: WAHT?!

— user2: omg she wasn’t joking she’s actually that gorgeous.

user3: sorry you’re so pretty i’m taken aback. i assume that all ppl who argue online r hideous trolls but you’re clearly not. sorry. i apologise.

user4: did u buy your namesake?

— yourusername: ofc!! spent my paycheck on new ones. i’m the proud mama of two strawberry jams 😽

user5: LANDO LIKED YOUR POST

user6: literally drop the skincare routine rn or i’m calling the authorities.

– yoursername: genetics + water + spite <3

user7: girl what books did u get i need the haul

– yoursername: east of eden, the glass castle and some other classics!! i’ll post a proper vid later if you’d like <3

user8: lando liked… HE’S WATCHING.

– user9: he’s been watching. oscar is shaking.

user10: okay but imagine arguing with someone online and then finding out they look like this. i’d delete my account.

– user11: user3 already went through all five stages of grief in these comments.

user12: winter air is nice and all but i feel like oscar should be here warming you up just saying!!

friend: girl date and no invite?! feeling betrayed rn …. 😓

— yourusername: ur in australia but i apologise. we should have walked through land and sea. next time i see u i owe u a matcha for the trauma babe 😞

— friend: a decent apology. i accept it 😽

user13: she fights, she reads, she stuns… what CAN’T she do?

– yoursername: parallel park.

user14: not me zooming in to confirm this isn’t an ai-generated model.

– yoursername: sorry to disappoint, i’m very real and very chronically online.

user15: OSCAR GIRLIES R HOT WBK <3

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to: jam jamdoesf1@gmail.com

subject: you’re invited – race weekend with mclaren

hi jam,

we hope you’re well. we’ve been following your incredible f1 content and couldn’t help but notice your… passionate defence of a certain quiet australian. it’s safe to say the team (and the driver in question) are fans.

we’d love to invite you to join us for the upcoming grand prix weekend as our guest. paddock access, behind-the-scenes moments, and yes – proper tea and snacks included.

let us know if you’re available and we’ll sort everything on our end, including travel and accommodation. we think you’ll have a lot of fun.

looking forward to hearing from you.

cheers,

the mclaren team.

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user1: i would recognise my goat’s hand anywhere… by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— user1: my boo bear. my king. my reason. my oscar.

— user2: lando get off ur burner.

— user3: ICB LMFOAJDHEISJDN ?!38393&:

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*liked by yourusername.*

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— yourusername: says the most gorgeous girl in recorded human history. omg blushing rn 😝

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— user8: me and jam as the mclaren wags. i can see it now.

user9: the middle pic is giving “soft launch” and i’m spiraling

— yourusername: it’s giving “he paid for the matcha so i had to post him”

user10: is ur name really jam?

— yourusername: not legally or professionally or personally but yea :)

user11: the way jam is so unhinged on twt but is the sweetest ever on ig needs to be studied….

— user12: like on twt when she threatened to pull up on that guy who was saying awful things about oscar and he deactivated all his socials??? vs on ig where she goes to farmers’ markets like a granny 😭

user20: if oscar doesn’t soft launch you back i’m rioting

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[chuluoyi]

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 10:00 A.M 」

SUMMERRR @ohimsummer you’re so responsible for this infinitely adorable idea omg🤧 based on this ask & this video !

a part of gojo's love entries

“papa. come on. pa-pa~ say it after me!”

sunday morning. the first sight you saw after getting up was another shenanigan staged by your husband—

in the form of him shoving your humongous wedding photo in front of your one-year old boy’s face.

“this is pa-pa~” satoru’s singsong voice echoed through the baby room, full of enthusiasm, pointing at his face in the photo. “pa-pa~ easy right? now…”

your baby merely blinked though, chewing his pacifier in pure ignorance. his eyes—a pair blue marbles—glancing between his desperate papa and the wedding picture with little interest.

“hmph,” satoru clicked his tongue, and then he pointed at your beaming figure in the photo, voice visibly flat. “this is… mother.”

you quirked an eyebrow, totally snorting.

but he succeeded in grabbing your baby’s attention this time, as his crystal blue eyes widened a bit in wonder, staring at you in the picture.

“mother is pa-pa’s wife. she makes your food, nice on some days, but be careful! she can put a ban on our supply of mochi if she is in a bad mood!”

“oh, do i?” you walked over to him with a bark of a laugh, crossing your arms.

satoru made an exaggerated spooked look, mouth curving into an ‘O’. “uh-oh, mama dragon is here.”

“look, you big bully. why are you bothering our baby first thing in the morning?”

“i’m not bullying him! it’s education! he has to see that his papa is the gallant sorcerer—”

“—ma!”

. . .

silence. both of you stiffly turned towards your little munchkin when you heard that little, feeble sound.

your baby and his clear, watery eyes made a grabby motions towards you from his bouncer chair, lips wobbling with effort. “ma—ma!”

...another silence before you snapped—

“my baby!!” you squealed, immediately plucking him, giving and smothering him with the tightest hug and kisses, whereas satoru’s jaw dropped to the depths of soil behind you. “kyaaaa~! i love you soooo much!”

“h-how—!”

“i definitely didn’t go through the pain of giving birth to you so you can call your deadbeat papa first!”

“—?! hey! i’m fully responsible for child support!”

and so you left him in his sorrows, walking out while cooing at your bundle of joy, leaving trails of your baby son’s happy giggles along the way as your defeated husband, who felt so betrayed, sulked in the background.

epilogue

“come on… just once, please? say papa.”

this time, satoru has his baby son open a book beside him, as he points at the father figure in that storybook, still urging his mini-him to call him.

but contrary to his expectations, his little boy just aggressively turned the pages over, only seemingly interested in seeing the illustrations on each page.

“papa. come on, buddy, hmm?” he prodded his chubby arms and tickled his tummy, and once again, his prickly baby retorted with—

“ma! ma!”

satoru sighed in defeat, but this time he relented, as the way his son was all energetic while calling you somehow wormed its way to his heart too.

he was still babbling incoherently, and yet this time satoru only pinched his cheeks together. “you sure adore your mama, huh?”

“mwa!”

“yeah, me too, kiddo. me too.”

[nottsangel]

omg i NEED stepbro!theo smut please 😵‍💫

tw stepcest. corruption kink.

“teddy… we really shouldn’t” you whisper weakly as his fingers dip into your pyjama shorts, your hand gripping his flexed arm. you can barely see him in the dimly lit room, the only light coming from the streetlights from outside, seeping through the blinds of your bedroom.

“shhh. i know you want it, i can feel how fuckin’ wet you are.” he groans deeply against your neck, placing soft, quick kisses on your delicate skin, making you gradually melt under his addictive touch— but still, there’s a hint of hesitation that you can’t shake off.

“but this is— this is wrong… we really can’t” you protest further, the guilt and shame coursing through your entire body as you can’t stop thinking about both your parents sleeping in the room next door— but no matter how hard you try to fight it, your lace panties are already soaked, your arousal betraying you as he slowly rubs your swollen clit.

“your mum told me to take care of you. isn’t that what i’m doing right now, hm?” he reassures, pulling back from your neck and gazing down at you with his ocean blue eyes. he looks so incredibly handsome like this— the light perfectly illuminating his face, highlighting all his beautiful features. you’ve had a little crush on him since you’ve first met, but tried to suppress it ever since.

“i mean, i guess…” you weakly reply, your mind growing hazy when he pushes two fingers into your dripping entrance, the overwhelming pleasure completely taking over. he’s quick to find your g-spot, the tips of his digits rubbing against the sensitive, spongy tissue as you desperately grip the sheets.

“just relax, bella. let me take care of you.” he finally feels your stiffened body fully melt as you give yourself over to him, with your eyes fluttering shut and your arms reluctantly wrapping around his neck. a sly smirk creeps onto his face, watching you with great satisfaction— he’s got you now.

“atta girl… doin’ so good for your big brother, huh? making me so fuckin’ proud.”

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