#sorry for being unhinged it will happen again

[orellazalonia]

Oops, I Joined a Cult Again

Summary: You joined a cult. That’s it. (Bucky Barnes x chaotic!reader)

Word Count: 900+

A/N: Same as the unhinged/chaotic reader series, supposed to be shorter but then I added more group chat shenanigans. I wanted something quick while I work on other stuff. Sorry if it’s messy. Happy reading!!!

Main Masterlist | Original Fic

Bucky Barnes had one job: watch your back on the infiltration mission.

He didn’t know that meant literally watching you disappear into a torchlit temple deep in the mountains and emerge forty-eight hours later in robes, glowing, smiling cheerfully, and being worshiped as the reincarnation of a snake god.

“They call me The Hissening,” You whispered, eyes far too wide, far too smug.

“I told you not to touch the statue,” Bucky muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as the robed people behind you chanted in perfect sync: “HISSSSSSS.”

-

48 HOURS EARLIER

The briefing was simple. Infiltrate and investigate a rising cult rumored to be a Hydra front. No weapons. No overt powers. In and out.

Naturally, Tony turned to you and said, “You’re on distraction duty. Just… go be yourself.”

You took it as a compliment. It was not.

You and Bucky parachuted into the outskirts of the mountains under cover of night, both in tactical gear. Silent and focused… until you turned to him mid-descent and yelled, “DO YOU THINK CULTS HAVE SNACKS?”

“…What?”

“LIKE HOLY GRAHAM CRACKERS OR- wait, no, Blessed Chex Mix!”

He didn’t respond. He just stared straight ahead, wondering for the millionth time what cosmic punishment he was paying for to be partnered with you on this particular mission.

The problem was never that you were bad at missions. In fact, in combat, you were terrifying. Strategic. Surgical.

But in deep cover? You were yourself, which is how exactly five minutes after entering the temple courtyard, you said:

“Nice snake statue. Can I boop it?”

And when the head priest responded, “Only the Chosen One may lay a finger upon the sacred Fang of Enlightenment,” You touched it immediately, whispered “boop,” and passed out.

When you woke up, glowing faintly with what may have been divine energy (or some type of poisoning), the cult declared you their prophesied leader.

You didn’t correct them.

-

BACK TO PRESENT

Bucky had finally gotten inside. Posing as a new recruit, hood up, mouth shut, inner turmoil vibrating at a ten. He spotted you instantly. You were standing on a golden platform, arms open, and being fanned with palm leaves.

“Hey,” He hissed when he reached you. “Mission. Hydra. Ringing any bells?”

You waved vaguely. “They have really good soup here.”

“This is not the time for soup.”

You nodded solemnly. “There is always time for soup.”

Someone handed you a ceremonial staff. You took it. It was sparkly.

You then whispered to Bucky, “So here’s the thing… I might’ve said we should cleanse our enemies in a fire of spiritual rebirth. Which they interpreted as actual fire. So, like… maybe be cool about that.”

He blinked at you.

“You started a holy war, didn’t you.”

You smiled brightly. “Only a small one.”

That night, under cover of darkness, the two of you escaped; you still in full ceremonial garb, Bucky dragging you by the elbow while you shouted goodbye to your “disciples.”

One of them threw a snake at you in farewell. You caught it. You named it Gary.

Steve, upon your return, asked what happened.

You saluted and said, “I was a god for three days and it changed me. Also I have this soup recipe now.” You handed him a scroll. When he opened it, it was blank.

Bucky looked at you, exhausted, covered in ash, a little bruised, holding a snake in one hand and your glitter-covered robes in the other.

“…You are the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me,” He said.

You winked. “But I’m your weirdo.”

“Yeah, you are.”

-

Bonus Debriefing.

Group Chat:

Tony: Okay, so. Roll call. Who let them start a religion??

Clint: AGAIN?!?

Sam: Are we seriously ignoring the snake?? Why does she still have the snake?

You: his name is Gary, he chose me

Bucky: The snake did not choose you. You caught him and said “I am your mother now.”

You: and he accepted me

Wanda: Did you eat something weird again? The last time you said a goat “chose you” we had to evacuate a whole town.

Steve: Back up. How did we go from “infiltrate Hydra cult” to “being crowned a divine prophet of the hiss age”?

Bucky: Because she touched the sacred artifact. While they were giving a warning not to.

You: i wanted to boop it 🐍✨

Bruce: [Image attached: Security cam still of you dramatically booping a snake statue and passing out like a Victorian child seeing ankles.]

Tony: Okay but why are you glowing in this?

You: i think I absorbed a minor god

Sam: Define “minor.”

You: likeee a demi-snake. A snack god

Bucky: You said, quote: “Let the hiss of salvation whisper in your soul or something.”

Tony: You started preaching???

You: they gave me a podium! what else was I supposed to do? NOT use it!?

Natasha: …Yes?

Clint: wait, so did we ever find out if the cult was a Hydra front or…

Steve: Nope. She gave a sermon and declared Bucky her “divine enforcer.”

Bucky: Yeah. Still mad about that.

You: srry Prophet Punchy

Tony: We are never letting you go on recon again.

Bruce: I still want to know how you pulled off a glowing aura with no tech or magic.

You: I ate three glowsticks on accident.

Wanda: …

Steve: …

Bucky: This is not a joke. I watched it happen.

You: I thought they were minty tubes.

Sam: Was anyone else weirdly inspired by her speech though?

Steve: Sam.

Sam: I’m just saying I felt something 🐍

Bucky: I felt betrayal and secondhand shame.

You: don’t worry guys, the cult disbanded peacefully. i left them a doctrine :)

Tony: A what.

You: [Image attached: Crayon drawing of a snake with sunglasses saying “BE NICE. EAT SOUP. HISS IF THREATENED.”]

Bruce: This is shockingly coherent.

Clint: I hate how effective it is.

Thor: I would like to join this religion. It seems wise. HISS.

[Thor has been muted again.]

[whereisthelxmbsauce]

I was reading the Losing Interest SAGAU story and I love it.

Do you think you can write a similar one where we lose interest with Genshin Impact and move on to play Honkai: Star Rail? (Hoyo's favorite child)

The Genshin characters do try to sabotage the pulls for Star Rail but instead it's their wish pulls that get sabotaged. (The Herta, with the heads up from our unhinged Trailblazer, was one step ahead of them)

If you can't, that's fine 👍

AAA I love this concept anon ^-^

I don't know much about honkai star rail, but I'll try to write something based off of my pre existing knowledge (and what I've learned from reading the wikis). Please bear with me if some things are inaccurate. 🙇‍♂️

also I was dealing with some technical difficulties and had to factory reset my phone, so progress definitely slowed down. Sorry for the delay. Without further ado, here is your request!:

Not on our watch

SAGAU x Reader x SAHSRAU

They saw how you've been paying way more attention to a different world, one extremely similar to theirs. At first, they noticed how you spent less time with them. A minute lesser, 10 minutes less, an hour, until you basically stopped seeing them. Your divine presence barely felt by your most prized vessels anymore, if you even bothered to see them. Even the traveler, your first vessel, barely felt your presence anymore.

So they decided to check it out. They saw a parallel world, one similar yet way more advanced: Honkai: Star Rail. Was their world so lacking to you that you had to focus on another one? If it was the technology, they could replicate it for you. They wanted your attention back. They needed it. They couldn't just accept it.

So that's why you haven't been caring as much as you used to about them anymore. It was because of them. They had to do something about it. Their Grace cannot focus on another world, especially when Teyvat is there for you.

So they tried to sabotage your experience in the other world. Keyword: tried. Any reward you got from quests or mail, taken away. Your warps? rigged against you. Thinking of getting Stellar Jades? good luck with that. You just need a small push, and you'll be focusing on then again, as you should.

All their attempts were successful at first. That was until they felt a strange presence, something similar to what they feel within the traveler. It was your vessel in this world, and they've probably noticed something wrong. But before they could do something about it, the presence disappeared as fast as they felt it.

That was when things changed. It took way more effort to rig pulls, steer things in the right direction. Was it because of that presence? It seems like even the characters in the other world have gotten aware of their attempts to mess with their world. The Star Rail characters have even been hinting at it through strange voicelines and mail in an attempt to warn you.

Deciding that it would be too risky to stay in the other world since they could be caught, they decided to go back to Teyvat. But it seems like their bad luck has followed them outside of the other world. They've noticed how their gacha pulls have been rigged, their voicelines interrupted, even your mail and their gifts to you all gone like they were never there.

It seems like the roles have been reversed. Instead of being the saboteurs, they're the ones being sabotaged. How ironic, isn't it?

Meanwhile, you've been growing annoyed at your constant bad luck streak after getting lucky in Star Rail and Genshin. Things have bern buggy, you've been getting less rewards, the list goes on. You tried to look up how and why things are happening, but to no avail. You even tried to contact support, and even they couldn't help you.

"Naturally, messing with things you don't fully grasp will ruin you."

[alien-the-ghost]

Genuinely having to calm down because my heart is racing over the damn Secondo plush 😭

[whumpy-wyrms]

if you were a whumpee what type of whumpee would you be?

ummm that’s a very good question anon one that i definitely haven’t thought about my whole life every single time i imagine whump scenarios in my mind with me as the whumpee

anyway i definitely wouldn’t be completely broken or conditioned, but i also wouldn’t be very defiant either. fear yknow.. like terrified whumpees who are very scared and will do anything to not be hurt.. that’s good soup that’s me. fearfully compliant but obviously does not wanna be there. oh to be kidnapped and tied up in someone’s car and locked in a basement against my will…

i’m not the biggest fan of whumperless whump so if i were a whumpee i’d want the whumper to be a carewhumper (cough cough Anton cough). carewhumpers my absolute beloved i can’t get enough of those guys. you see i would be held captive and restrained (gagged, blindfolded, drugged, etc) but also taken care of :3 they’d like hold me and comfort me and pet me after hurting me and i’d be so scared of them but it’d also be so so cozy.

if i were a whumpee i wouldn’t rlly want to be actually tortured and stuff. hurt a little bit for enrichment (not like this all isn’t enrichment for me) definitely because knives and bruises are very fun but fear is also good too. they would like threaten to hurt and kill me but not actually yknow just to see my scrumptious reaction. though i wouldn’t mind a vampire biting me and drinking my blood or a mad scientist experimenting on me of course. just not like actual full on torture no thank u

this was fun to answer because i think about this a lot.. i’m just a little guy fr…

[mythical-lotus]

Concept: the Chernobyl warnings in the Phantomhive manor after Sebastian claims O! Ciel's soul. Just imagine it.

"This place is not a place of honor... no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... nothing valued is here."

- The entrance hall, dilapidated, with the stairs collapsing on themselves. The Phantomhive insignia is scattered around the room.

"What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger."

- A hallway, with paintings falling and torn. The portrait of Vincent and Rachael is present.

"The danger is in a particular location... it increases towards a center... the center of danger is here... of a particular size and shape, and below us."

- Panning downstairs to the kitchen, then to the servants quarters, then to Sebastian's bedroom.

"The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours."

- Lingering wisps of magic, a shadow in the corner. Sebastian is long gone and yet the tainted nature of him lingers.

"The danger is to the body, and it can kill."

- An abandoned silverware knife near the sink. There's dried blood on it that was never cleaned. There was no one left to clean it.

"The form of the danger is an emanation of energy."

- An eye patch left behind on a random floor. It should not be there. But no one remains to claim it.

"The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited."

- The Young Lord's room. A tea set sits untouched. The binds are drawn. The candles are unlit and burnt down to the base. No one is left.

[lesbianspeedy]

I have finally watched Mean Girls (2024), which is my first time watching Renee Rapp in anything and I see your vision of her for Mia, you're so right

thank u....u get it. i mean regina is not mia in any way but renee could do it, the scene in slocg where whitney gets knocked over by a teammate and is cordial about it and leighton shouts AW DONT TAKE HER HAND WHITNEY, SLAP HER IN THE FUCKING MOUTH! mia at lian's little league games. and also that game of dodgeball in #3

also the scene where shes like "my perfect woman is 5'6, good style, from a major metropolitan city, blonde." and theyre like babe thats just you. stephmia

now this gives me an excuse to gather all my most mia esque looks renee has had, to accelerate the vision. surprisingly hard considering a. i dont like putting mia in any kind of dress or anything too revealing, and b. trying to choose looks for mia that arent from the year 2006 is a struggle

and also this pic of her and her dad. cause yknow. ollie mia innit

[thursdaylast]

bitches (me) will swear they don't have a favorite OC and then draw the same guy one morbillion times

[characteroulette]

OKAY FINE LET'S GO OVER THIS IN MORE DETAIL

here's why backfill works in the original trilogy while it doesn't for the Apollo trilogy.

So, our cases are: Dahlia Hawthorne (Phoenix had a girlfriend???) and Clay Terran (Apollo had a bestie???)

For Dahlia, it's written into the narrative so it's a bit of a bad comparison, but it's the best I got. Of course Phoenix never wants to talk about it or acknowledge it. He was so betrayed by someone he loved that it's too much hurt to bring up in casual conversation. (You'll notice how in the beginning of 3-5, even after the player has been given pretty much all the pieces, Phoenix continues to refuse to talk about it. Maya starts needling him about his weirdness around Iris and still, and still, and still, Phoenix refused to say a word.) (And this is sticking to his previous characterisation!! In the first game, he doesn't talk about his connection to Edgeworth until the final case, 1-4. In JFA, he refused to talk about what happened with Edgeworth until 2-3, at the last possible second. And even then he doesn't really explain why he reacted so badly until 2-4. It feels natural because we've had examples of Phoenix doing this shit before, so it makes sense that he has a life outside of the narrative that he just doesn't want to share with us.)

Not only is Dahlia integrated through the narrative as naturally as she can be, she's also integrated well into the characterisation of those she's attached to. Phoenix's bad reaction to Edgeworth's thing in JFA starts making *more* sense when taking his time with Dahlia into consideration. Edgeworth's cold and controlling approach to court is a product of Von Karma, but Dahlia's hand in his first ever case helps add to that "no more surprises" mentality he's got when we first meet him. (And even his turnaround in 1-3!) The only one who kinda suffers characterisation wise from Dahlia being a thing is Mia, in my opinion, but only because of what the narrative had to do. She's so traumatised by this case that she stayed out of the courts for a whole year?? Not the impression she gave off in the first or second games. (But it can be excused through the passage of time. Dahlia's impact was about four years removed from 1-1 and all.)

Dahlia being such a huge thing in Phoenix's backstory doesn't feel tacked on or added for the sake of drama, despite being exactly that, because of how it was integrated.

Now, contrast, Clay Terran.

For starters, who even IS Clay Terran? He's Apollo's bestie (reportedly) and is an astronaut, loves space, and is willing to drug his idol/coworker in order to play along in a farce to prevent a spy from hijacking the station. Okay, sounds great! *We never meet him on screen in the one case he's important for.*

(Quick note, I tend to treat 5-4 and 5-5 as the same case in my brain because 5-5 is just an extension of 5-4. And 5-4 is already interrupted timeline-wise by 5-1 so. You can forgive me for this.) (DD is a real doozy of a timeline wtf were they thinking)

Anyway all this to say, Clay Terran is not important. He's a victim, so the most we get about him is just backfill. Posthumous characterisation, which works when your character isn't so important that you're basing one of your three main leads on it for their heel turn. (Another momentary gripe, I feel like they really leaned into this because it was their only idea for Apollo. "Make everyone wonder wow, Apollo's so different now! What happened to make him like that?" Is a fine idea in isolation, but in practice it really just makes Apollo feel like a completely different character from the one we spent all our time with in AJ.)

Okay so second important question: Who is Apollo Justice? He's an eager no longer so naive kid who's a little loud, a little cranky, and willing to put his trust into his clients and those he comes to know over the course of his journey. Fantastic. This applies only to AJ; in DD, he is willing to mention a friend he's got *constantly* and also wayyy too quick to attach himself to his new coworker, Athena. (It's an issue of story as to why this happened, once again. Apollo had to be on great terms with Athena for the drop to hit as hard as it does in 5-5. He had to mention this otherwise unknown friend for everything in 5-4 to even function.)

But anyway. The reason Clay Terran doesn't work where Dahlia Hawthorne did is simply because. Apollo's whole characterisation had to be tweaked for Clay to even exist whereas Phoenix's whole characterisation was fitted into Dahlia's existence.

Phoenix keeping secrets about his past? Believable. He's done it before. It's congruent. Apollo blabbing about an element that otherwise didn't exist before? Excuse me, uh, you have a friend??? Incongruent I hate it.

(They really had to jam Apollo mentioning Clay into both 5-2 and 5-3, didn't they? Apollo talking about this otherwise unmentioned friend threw me for the biggest loop, mainly because the Apollo I got to know in AJ and form ideas about never had any friends before being forcibly adopted into the Wright family. It seemed out of the question before DD was a thing; he was too grumpy, too lonely, too lacking in extraneous past life details for me to even consider his having a friend, let alone a bestie whom he would throw away everything for.)

You can absolutely explain all of this away but it won't convince me. They jammed Clay Terran into the narrative as sloppily as they did Dhurke and Khura'in and I will die mad about it.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

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[scarletcomet]

if i don't die by suicide, i want to die having been murdered by a bunny, like in monty python and the holy grail

[belles-silly-world]

i NEED her to be in my basement asap

[flickersprout]

@littleliongirl16 hi

^_^

[seaside-lovers]

*rattling bars of cage* FINGIE

he's sooo glow... I love how his inner parts light up

[starglitterz]

guys ik i said i'd scream abt this but i genuinely don't have any words bc this is sending me straight into horny brain </3 professor rafayel please you can do whatever you want to me please just ONE CHANCEEE

-> pairing: professor!rafayel x gn!reader. -> tropes: professor x student, established secret relationship. -> wc: 0.7k -> warnings: suggestive; minors dni.

-> a/n: my slut ass wrote this in class bc "wouldnt rafayel as a professor be the hottest fucking thing ever???" so, here it is.

The classroom is alive with the scent of linseed oil and damp turpentine, the murmuring of brushes gliding over canvas, the occasional scrape of a palette knife. Light pours in through the vast windows, gold spilling across easels and stretched linen, illuminating the chaos of half-finished works.

You try to focus. You really do.

But your mind is a mess of color and heat, flashing back to last night—

The press of your back against cold sheets, the heat of his body above yours, the way his hands, calloused from years of wielding a brush, had explored you with an artist’s precision.

“Hold still,” Rafayel had murmured, his voice lower, rougher than usual, his lips brushing over your jaw, your throat. “Let me see you.”

He had been relentless—tracing, mapping, memorizing you. And not just with his hands. His eyes, impossibly sharp, impossibly knowing, had flicked over every inch of exposed skin, studying the curve of your hip, the way your body arched into him without thought.

"So reactive," he had mused, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against your collarbone. His breath had been warm, teasing, setting fire to your skin.

Your fingers had twisted in the sheets. “You—”

He had laughed then, soft and sinful, dragging his teeth lightly across your pulse point. “What?”

You had no words.

Only the feeling of him—his weight, his heat, the deliberate way he moved, like he was painting something unseen into your skin. And God, the way he spoke…

"You’re so beautiful like this."  

Like this—flushed, breathless, unable to think straight.

And then—then he had shifted, pressing you deeper into the mattress, his fingers ghosting over your inner thigh, his voice dipping into something darker—

"Tell me what you want."  

The way his fingers, still stained with paint, had traced lazy circles against your bare skin. The press of his body against yours, firm, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world to ruin you. The way he had murmured your name like it belonged to him, lips ghosting over your ear, teasing, promising—

“Mm. You make such a pretty mess.” 

A sharp clatter of brushes yanks you back to the present.

Across the room, Rafayel leans back against his desk, watching the class with that usual lazy amusement. He twirls a charcoal stick between his fingers, smudging dark pigment across his skin without a care. There’s nothing in his expression that betrays last night—no secret glances, no shift in demeanor. To everyone else, he is just their professor, enigmatic, impossible, untouchable.

But you know better.

You know what his smirk looks like against your throat, how his breath hitches when you touch him just right. You know the exact shade of red that blooms across his skin when he drinks too much, when his restraint wavers, when he forgets to be careful with you.

And yet, here, in front of everyone, he is perfectly composed.

He does not look at you. Not obviously.

But when he does, it lingers.

“Expression over precision,” he says, pushing off the desk, moving through the classroom. His tone is languid, effortlessly commanding. “What you feel should dictate your work, not some rigid technicality. Art isn’t careful. It’s reckless. It’s vulnerable. It—”

He stops beside you.

Your breath catches.

He glances at your canvas, tilting his head slightly. Then, too softly, “Still too restrained.”

The words punch through you, low and knowing, meant for your ears alone.

You tighten your grip on your brush. Bastard. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You can feel the other students glancing over, listening, waiting for his critique. And Rafayel—Rafayel is playing the part of the untouchable professor so well, except for the way his fingers brush the edge of your easel as he steps even closer. A phantom touch. A reminder.

You can still feel the heat of his hands on your skin from last night.

You hate him.

You want him to do it again.

“Here,” he says, and before you can react, his hand is over yours, warm, firm.

Guiding.

His grip is light at first, barely there—just his fingers brushing over yours, a slow press against your knuckles. Then, deliberate. Strong. He curls his hand around yours completely, his body so close you can feel the slow, steady rise of his breath.

The brush moves.

A streak of deep violet sweeps across your canvas, bold, unapologetic.

The class exhales in surprise. A few students murmur. You can barely breathe.

He leans in, just enough for only you to hear.

“Lose control.”

And then he’s gone, moving to another student’s work as if nothing happened, as if he hasn’t just left you flushed and aching, pulse thrumming like wet paint dripping from a brush.

[anisespice]

“ baby steps ” || tokyo rev.

continuation of this post.

pairing: bonten x fem!reader [ mikey, ran, sanzu ]

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. mature language, crude humor, ANGST w/ comfort (mostly in mikey's), deadbeat!bonten (unintentionally), not proof-read so there may be A LOT of errors :// mikey's is LONG, ran + sanzu's are silly goofy, mikey + sanzu's are a lil unhinged lol and i think that’s it :))

notes: can i just say thank y'all so much for showing "accidents happen" the love that i didn't think it would get, it was made on a whim so i'm so so so happy y'all enjoyed! i tagged as many as i could (or that tumblr would allow) sorry if i missed some of you :( thank you for your patience and let me know how you feel about this continuation format :) !! notes ii: also also, pt. 2 for "accidents happen" coming soon! notes iii: MY COMPUTER CRASHED AND I THOUGHT I LOST EVERYTHING BUT IT'S OKAY IT'S OKAY :'))))

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Ever since you picked up your daughter, there’s been a hovering presence that wouldn’t go away no matter where you went. From the park, to the grocery store, all the way home it clung to you like a bad itch. Despite looking over your shoulder and being met without any sort of threat, that didn’t stop the uneasy feeling. And it only intensified when you received a knock on your front door.

You made a confused hum, checking the time on the microwave to confirm that it was indeed past the reasonable hour for potential visitors. Not to mention, you weren’t expecting anyone.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, instincts telling you that something wasn’t right, that your best option was to pretend you weren’t home. However, the person on the other side knew otherwise as they knocked on the door again, this time with more fervor. You inhaled sharply, taking hesitant steps towards the door until you were mere feet away from it. Eventually, you worked up the courage to look through the peephole, your brows furrowing in distress when all you could see was black—They were covering it. All the more reason not to open the door…

What if it’s a robber? Ridiculous, they don’t knock.

What if it’s just the neighbor? Why cover the peephole?

More and more did your mind swirl with endless possibilities, each one becoming less and less believable. Taking a long, deep breath, you doubled-checked the door-chain was on before slowly cracking it open. And as you attempted to peek through the sliver, nothing could’ve prepared you for the arm that forced its way through, startling you as you yelped, stumbling back as it made a grab at you.

Before you had the thought of shoving the door closed on the offender’s arm they grabbed the little chain, then yanked it clean out of the wall. To your terror, a dark hooded figure entered your home, head hung low, concealing their identity.

You began to hyperventilate, backing up to keep distance as they staggered further into your home before kicking the door closed behind them, effectively blocking you from the exit. Surely, someone heard your scream and would check in, or call the police. But, how long did you have before the intruder decided to make a move? Not to mention, your sleeping child just down the hall…

With that last thought in mind, you immediately steeled your nerves.

Even if you had to use your bare hands, you were going to do whatever it took to keep your baby out of harms way.

You reached for the closest weapon without taking your eyes off the figure, hands clasping onto a discarded umbrella that was leaned up against a closet door. It wasn’t ideal, but it would have to do. Taking a defensive stance, you prepared for what you assumed to be the inevitable.

“I-I don’t know who you are, or what you want…b-but if you don’t leave…my..my boyfriend will be home any minute! H-He knows how to fight, and he’ll fuck you up if you try anything!”

Your means of intimation fall on deaf ears. It were as if you hadn’t spoken at all. They just…stood there. Watching you from the darkness. That feeling, that hovering presence you’d been weary about all evening…there was no doubt in your mind it was because of this individual. Suddenly, they gave a watery chuckle, hand coming up to rub the lower half of their face as the chilling noise dissipated into soft snickers.

You sweatdropped. “I mean it! He’ll be here real soon, so you better get out of here before-”

“[_____]…” the figure finally rasped, voice heavy with an emotion you couldn’t decipher in the moment. You froze, eyes widening.

“…How the hell do you know my name?”

Without much urgency, they stepped forward into the light. Beneath the warm glow, it took you mere seconds to recognize the person standing before you. You gasped, trembling hands dropping the umbrella, it landing with a harsh clatter. Soft, mortified hitches in your breath echoed through the small space, memories flashing before your eyes as you covered your gaping mouth.

“M.. Ma..” you whimpered, throat tightening. A shell of a man, who gazed upon you with stormy eyes flooded with tears at the mere sight of you.

He gave another strained laugh, muttering to himself as he soaked you all in. “Needed to know.. Needed to know it was really you…”

Mikey eyed you up, intensely, eerily silent as he did so. Then, he took in the surroundings, the warmth, the interior, the smell of dinner—It truly felt like a home. A bitter pill to swallow once he reminded himself that you built it without him.

His sharp gaze returned to your stunned expression. He sneered.

“Must’ve been easy for you. To forget me and move on, just like that. Like I was nothing.”

You blinked, taken aback. All you could do was remain speechless, cemented to the ground with thoughts and questions racing in your head. Now matter how many times you opened your mouth, no sound would come out aside from choked whimpers.

“Do you know…how long I’d been searching for you? Been mourning for you?” He hissed through clenched teeth. “When you left, I thought… I thought someone had taken you. That I lost you all because I was too stubborn to say I’m sorry…”

As he spoke, Mikey slowly closed the space between you. The more he came into the light, the more you could see how the years had treated him. His cheekbones were more pronounced, the dark circles under his eyes as well. His lips were dry, cracked, his fair skin now ghoulishly pale. If not for the black hoodie you would’ve mistaken him as such; ghost of your past.

Your shoulders shook, hands hovering over your face as you gaped in disbelief. He’d been looking for you?

That night, that stupid fight you could barely remember…he made it crystal clear that he wanted nothing to do with you. He pushed you away. Pushed so hard that you almost believed he really wouldn’t have cared if you dropped dead. You knew he didn’t mean it, knew it was just another dark impulse…but none of that mattered when all your pregnancy tests came back positive just hours prior.

That night, you made the decision for the sake of your daughter. And also, for his sake. At the time, you were certain he wasn’t ready to be a father. He was quick to rage, merciless, losing himself to the darkness you tried to protect him from. If you had stayed, you were certain Mikey would’ve never forgiven himself if he lost control in front of his own flesh and blood, if the child grew to resent him for something he struggled to control.

You thought you were doing him a favor…but it appears to have done the opposite.

“And this whole time…you’ve been here, alive. Playing fucking house with someone else.”

You stiffened. Someone else? Your visible confusion only irritated him further.

He scoffed. “Don’t play dumb. You said it yourself. Too bad he won’t be coming home anytime soon. I’ve already got Sanzu and the Haitanis looking around for the bastard. And when they find him, I’ll make him regret sticking his filthy dick inside you.”

Confusion morphed into realization. You did threaten him with said hypothetical boyfriend…But, that was before you knew it was him!

“Oh, Manjiro…” you whispered. He glared, scorned.

“Don’t you dare pity me. I mean, you got the family you always wanted, right? So who cares who it was with, right? Congratu-fucking-lations.”

You shook your head, exhaling deeply as you held your face in your hands. For years, he thought you dead. Then, when he received word of your appearance, he finds you with child. And not once did he consider that child to be his? It’s like…he couldn’t fathom the thought.

If only he had looked just a little bit closer, he would’ve seen that she had his eyes. How they resembled those pools of ink that used to shine with so much hope back in his youth, so playful and full of love…those same eyes that now gazed upon you with contempt.

It stung.

He thought so low, not only of himself, but of you as well.

Taking a deep breath to reel in your emotions, tears began to well up in your eyes. He assumed they were tears for your doomed lover, further breaking his heart as Mikey clenched his fists to the point of nearly drawing blood. Luckily, even though you struggled to find the right words, someone else happily found them for you.

“Papa..?”

Both of you instantly drew your attention on the toddler standing near the kitchen, one fist clutching her blanket while the other rubbed the sleep from her eye. You glanced at Mikey, and he was stiller than stone. His once dead-stare had morphed into what could only be described as incredulous. Surely, he heard her incorrectly…

With a sniffle, you crouched down to address her, offering a soft grin as you nodded earnestly. “That’s right, sweetheart. Papa’s finally come home.”

The little girl blinked sleepily, taking a second to reboot. But, as soon as the words registered, a bright smile stretched across her face as she excitedly rushed towards Mikey, throwing herself onto his legs and hugging them like a koala as she chirped, “Papa, home!”

Said man hobbled a bit at the force, arms windmilling as he caught himself to keep from falling backwards. He didn’t know what to do with himself, especially when those big, round pools of ink opened and stared right up into his soul. Mikey’s heart nearly stopped. With a hitch in his breath, the gangster did everything he could to hold his composure, looking between you and the child as you both gazed at him with so much warmth…it was suffocating.

Sensing he was overwhelmed, you reached down to scoop up the bubbly bundle, holding her close as you eyed Mikey, apprehensively.

He resembled a cornered animal—Muscles stiff, jaw tight, eyes wild. After a moment, Mikey began to slowly back away into the shadows of your home, conflicted, devastated. It wasn’t until his back hit the door did he eventually fall to his ass, of which caused your child to giggle at how silly he was being. However, all you could do was hold back tears, watching as the reality started to weigh down on a man who just discovered he was a father.

Nervous, you gently explained. “I didn’t leave you because of our spat, Jiro…and I never moved on. I just…thought that I’d be doing more harm than good sticking around when I found out I was pregnant…I didn’t want to add any more stress on your plate, so I…”

Mikey didn’t respond. He sat there, stare vast and unfocused. But, you knew he hung on to every word. So you continued. “I wanted to tell you. But…I wasn’t sure how. At the time, I believed you had stopped caring about me altogether. And to hear you’d been looking for me, I-I’m…I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you harbored all that guilt. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

Your daughter wiggled around in your hold, making small grunts in complaint. Her eyes were trained on his figure huddled in the dark, wanting to be acknowledged, wanting his attention. “Papa!”

Mikey flinched. He focused his gaze on the two you, haloed by the light emitting from the living room. You both were like salvation, reaching down to a broken sinner…How could she want anything to do with him? When he had missed so much already…

To keep from accidentally dropping her, you placed your daughter back on the ground, watching wearily as she wobbled all the way to Mikey, blanket in tow. You weren’t worried about him hurting her, far from it…if anything, he appeared to be the fragile one.

Eventually, she made it to her destination, standing before him with a curious, but eager expression as she rested a hand on his knee. Mikey watched her, took in all of her features, every last detail as he engraved it to memory. She was beautiful, just like her mother. One would think his genes didn’t stand a chance. But the eyes. That was all him. From his mother to his older brother to himself, there was no doubt in his mind that those were Sano eyes.

His lower lip quivered, reaching out hesitantly to caress her cheek. She didn’t cower away, merely babbled as she began patting his knee, allowing his thumb to rub over her chubby cheek. You clasped your hands over your mouth, growing even more emotional at the delicate moment. Mikey looked enamored already, eyes subtly sparkling from what you could see as they interacted.

“I-I told her stories, about you. And I made sure to show her photos, too. Old ones, but still you nonetheless. I wanted her to know who her father truly was. Despite everything else…”

Your daughter cooed, then placed her blanket in Mikey’s lap before climbing into it. Mikey didn’t dare move, rigid as she made herself comfortable. He looked up at you, looking for guidance, for reassurance. Your encouraging smile was enough for him to hesitantly place his hands on her small back for support, carefully adjusting so that she was stable. She laid her head on his chest and stuck her thumb in her mouth, sighing contentedly.

And, for the first time in years, he smiled.

When you hadn’t seen her familiar pigtails bobbing around, or heard any of her excited chatter with the receptionist up front, worry couldn’t even begin to describe what you felt the moment you realize…your daughter wasn’t here.

As soon as the meeting looked like it was wrapping up, you politely excused yourself from the room. Masking your worry wasn't too difficult, but there's no doubt a couple people might've noticed the spring in your step as you exited. One of them being Rindou Haitani. He watched you speed down the hall with mild interest, corner of his mouth ticking up ever so slightly as he thumbed around on his phone beneath the table. Having been updating his older brother during the meeting while he was on his smoke break, he was more than eager to inform him of the storm that was no doubt heading his way.

Little did the younger Haitani know, he was already dealing with one.

"And then, Haruka-kun tries to take Momo-kun's bento box because she had cuter animal shapes, but Momo-kun already said no, and so Haruka-kun pushes Momo-kun, and then tries to take it! But I pushed him and hit him with my fist, like this," she clenched up her tiny fist and held it up to Ran before striking down on his forearm with all her might. It didn't even pitch. "Like that."

The lavender-eyed man merely gazed upon her with mirth. "Did you now?"

"Mmhm! And teacher got so mad, and said that she would tell Ma about me fighting, but she's stupid because Ma didn't pick me up today, and I told Haruka-kun if he snitches, I'll beat 'em up!"

Ran lowly whistled. "Quite the little menace, ain'tcha?"

She pumped her fists. "Yeah!" Then, she paused, holding a finger to her chin in thought. "Wait...what's a menace?"

"Ah, something you inherited from your old man." He ruffled her hair, much to her displeasure. Though her innocent jab earlier regarding his age still hit a sore spot, he was starting to like the sound of it. She, on the other hand, wasn't convinced.

"I already told you; Ma was on her happy juice when she said that. She said not to believe anything she says when she's on happy juice. It makes her do silly things."

Ran chuckled. He knew that all too well. The little girl wouldn't be in this world if not for your inability to hold your liquor. But judging based on how you've raised her so far, clearly you made the right decision keeping him in the dark.

He'll admit, he wasn't the best in terms of commitment. Throughout his day to day, Ran just didn't have the energy. With being in Bonten, keeping an eye out for his younger brother, handling business, dealing with numbskulls and disposing of their bodies, there was never a time to even consider settling down. One-night stands and on and off flings were the easiest choice. At least, until he stumbled upon you.

You were the whole package and more. Classy, independent, witty, and a looker to top it all off. When Bonten started collaborating with the organization you worked in, he couldn't help but to be drawn to you—Like a moth to a flame. It started out as the occasional bantering, trying to one-up the other, catch them off guard. Ran was smooth with his words but could never quite beat your sharp tongue. Thus, things escalated to something more flirtatious. Harmless, but it didn't take long before the months of tension between the both of you began boiling over...and throwing alcohol into the mix, it was the first time Ran finally felt like he had the upper hand. Seeing how poorly you handled just a few glasses of wine, it endeared him. Seeing a piece of you that no one else had the privilege to witness. Your sloppy side, the clumsy, whiny, touchy side. After that long, passionate night beneath the sheets, the one time you and Ran allowed yourselves the space to be vulnerable with one another...you found yourself pregnant. And Ran found himself being nonethewiser.

He wonders, if he hadn't left the next morning and completely ghosted you...would you have kept him in the picture?

Suddenly, his phone dings. Reaching back to pull it from his back pocket, Ran half expected it to just be another update on the meeting or Rindou cursing at him to hurry his ass back inside. But, it wasn't that at all. And at the sound of your kitten heels rushing out of the building and halting at the top of the steps, Ran didn't even need to look up to know who was glowering down from them.

"Hey, Ma! Guess what, the purple man isn't such a meanie after all!"

Ran snorted, finally looking up from his phone to greet the woman who not only still had his heart, but evidently his first child. You, on the other hand, weren't so thrilled to see him.

"Rika. Wait inside. Ma's got some words for the purple man."

He smirked. "Wanna say 'em over a glass of wine?"

"You son of a-!"

"Bad word!" Your daughter covered her ears. You flushed, your composure nearly slipping just by being in his prescence. Ran, immediately seeing the opportunity, teasingly pouts at you whilst covering her tiny hands with his larger ones, shielding her.

"Honey, please, not in front of the child. Can't have her repeating those dirty words at school, can we?"

You fumed, speaking through clenched teeth. "Haitani, as soon as I get her in this building, away from you, I swear to God, I'm gonna wring your neck."

He hummed, amused. "Well. Guess she didn't get her violent side from me after all. Speaking of which, did you know at school today-"

"Hey! No snitching!"

“...What did you say?” 

You were hoping you heard the teacher wrong. Surely it was just your exhaustion taking the wheel. But, when her kind smile didn’t falter, nor did her gushes for the supposed “adorable display”, you immediately grew suspicious.

While heading home from work, you went to pick up your children from daycare. And when you arrived, the teacher merely informed you that it was already taken care of by your very handsome and very devoted husband. 

“I-I think you’re mistaken. My boyfriend and I aren’t married…”

The teacher, finally coming back down to earth, tilted her head in confusion. “Eh? You aren’t?” 

“Did he…say we were?” 

“Well, no. I just assumed since it was easy to tell who he was here for. Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy.”

You choked on your spit.  Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy. Hikaru and Kaoru look so much like their daddy.

You did everything in your power to keep from strangling the poor woman. Sure, she didn’t do anything wrong per say…but she sure did make a grave error. And your struggle to restrain your intrusive thoughts must’ve shown on your face from the way she placed a concerned hand on your arm. “Are you alright, miss? You look like you’re about to faint.”

“M-Mhm, yep, great, just peachy.” You squeaked through clenched teeth, sweatdrop on your forehead. “Could you um…confirm something for me?”

“Uh.? Er, sure. I’ll try my best.”

With tense shoulders and a tight smile, you asked, “Their…father…did his mouth have two scars in the corners?”

The teacher blinked, confused. Shouldn’t you already know that answer yourself?, she was probably thinking. And she would be right; you did know. But her simple, hesitant nod was the final nail in the coffin that was your delusion—Haruchiyo Sanzu had found you. And to make matters worse, he had the children.

Your smile faltered, twitching ever so slightly. Covering it with a forced chuckle, you cried, “Oh, that’s..wonderful! He’s always been self conscious about them, and I’m j-just.. beaming with joy that he’s embracing them more. Have a nice evening, Ms. Yuki.”

The teacher didn’t get a chance to respond as you quickly turned on your heel and began speed walking home. You’d apologize for your abrupt exit another day…right now there were more important matters to worry about. For instance—How on earth did Sanzu find you? How did he know about the twins and where they were? Oh, God…did he know about Satoru?

Dialing him up a few times only for the calls to go straight to voicemail weren’t reassuring in the slightest, having you rush across oncoming traffic just so you could avoid any further delays for your fraying nerves. You could see your apartment complex up ahead, heart thumping in your throat at the familiar, black SUV parked a couple blocks down. Had it not been for the heavily tinted windows and no license plates, you probably would’ve overlooked it. He knew where you lived. Stomach in knots, muscles stiff, nerves shot. You didn’t know whether to feel relieved or devastated. Your kids were safe at home, but at what cost? You stood in front of the building, rooted to the ground. Despite mentally preparing for this exact scenario for years, it all went down the drain the second you went to that daycare and discovered your children were missing.

It wasn’t until your phone vibrated did you snap out of your thoughts, shakily pulling the device out of your back pocket to check the notification.

from : unknown 1:06 pm     “ hi, mama.~ ”

Your stomach twisted. Attached to the message were two photos.

The first photo was of your kids eating McDonald's in the kitchen, happily cheesing and waving at the camera. You couldn't hold your choked gasp, hand coming up to hold your quivering lower lip—They were safe.

The second photo...was of Satoru. Tied to a chair, gagged, and beaten senseless. And standing behind him, holding him by his hair so that he could pose for the camera, grinning like a cheshire cat...

Another message pops up. Your grip tightened around your phone.

from : unknown 1:09 pm " daddy's home.~ "

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he might have just discovered another side of you and to be honest.. it turned him on

warnings(17+). smut, meandom!sunghoon, unprotected sex, name calling (bitch), creampie, backshots, dumbification

your best friend had just found your secret blog on tumblr where you wrote about all of the sexual desires you’ve had for him.

you had thought that you made the blog so discreetly, faking your own identity and who you were writing about. you had thought. nevertheless, sunghoon managed to find out that the blog belonged to you.

and it was unhinged; you wrote about how you would imagine him leaving wet kisses all over your aching body while he’s balls deep in you. or how you couldn’t even stare at him without thinking about fucking him.

how soaking wet your panties would be every time he would come over to chill. or how when you’d watch a movie with him, you would spend the whole time thinking of dirty scenarios: shower sex, angry sex, make up sex, floor sex, wall sex, pool sex, sex, sex, sex.

and you documented it all.. because why not? you wanted all your girlies who interacted with you to know how you felt about that man. you had no shame because of course he would never find the blog.

but damn, were you wrong.

it made your blood run cold when your “secret” username slipped past his lips. all the air in your lungs were stolen from that simple sentence.

“so that’s not you?” he cocked his head with that stupid know–it-all look on his face.

how.. when..?

“i read the stuff you wrote about me and it’s…” he paused, trying to find the right word, “wild.”

“it wasn’t even about you.” you argued, trying to act as nonchalant as fucking possible. it wasn’t working. sunghoon could see right through you.

“so the S guy you write about isn’t me?” he questioned.

well.. in your defense you were one-hundred percent sure that he or anyone else wouldn’t figure out it was about sunghoon just by the first letter of his name.

“you have a really big ego. what if i was talking about sunoo?” you interrogated, trying to flee from the scene but he took a step forward, firmly gripping your arm.

“d’you really think i’m dumb?” he furrowed his eyebrows and licked his lips as he spoke, “hm?”

“i-i said it wasn’t about you.” you said again. his grip on your arm had your stomach churning in arousal. your heart was racing, and you were certain that he could feel your pulse through your arm.

sunghoon tsked at your lie, “cool.”

maybe it was manifestation, or just pure luck. but that same arm was yanked behind you as sunghoon plunged his hips into you, splitting you open on his thick cock.

he cooed at your cute attempts at trying to squirm away from his staggering thrusts. “none of that— quit trying to run from it..” sunghoon grunted, voice trembling from how soft your walls were around his cock, “you was talking all that on your blog and can’t even take it? tsk.”

you hummed at his word, spit pooling in your mouth from being fucked so good that you couldn’t even remember to swallow anymore. “m’ s.. sorry, fffuck!” you squealed, but it didn’t stop his harsh thrusts.

he pushed your head into the mattress, treating your aching body like his personal fleshlight, “you’re such a dirty bitch. made to be fucked, huh?” sunghoon groaned at how wet you were and the sounds your cunt made. it was so filthy and only got him throbbing more and more inside of you.

he shoved two slender fingers into your mouth, sliding them down your throat as drool spilled down your chin, fingers digging into the mattress beneath you. you remembered writing about how much you’d love for this to happen. and it happened.

clenching hard around him, sunghoon pulled his fingers from your throat and wiped your own salvia across your face. “nasty girl.” he grunted, breathless.

you delivered a guttural scream when he smacked your ass, repeatedly. your thighs quivered as you tried to escape the pain, only to be forced still by his large hands. “c-can’t, i can’t! please..” you wined, screaming into the bedsheets.

“this is what you wanted, right?” sunghoon teased, referring back to your blog, “you greedy bitch, stay still and take this dick.”

you’re sooo full of dick that you can’t breathe properly. you were certain that you were taking all of him, but you can feel him sinking deeper and deeper into you as time passed. “i-i love your cock.. h-hoonie. s’ good, l-let me cum.” you whined.

“shiiit, go ahead.”

it took a long, hasty few seconds before you were convulsing around him and coming hard, harder than you’ve ever came in your life; everything cut to white noise and clear liquid spilled out of your cunt as his hips shuttered against you.

“that’s right.. keep squirting that filthy pussy for me.” sunghoon moaned. then he pulsed inside of you and shot his thick, sticky load into your cunt, painting your walls with his fluids.

it was like every muscle in your body had stopped working, body falling limp onto the bed. sunghoon stilled above you, pulling out to watch his cum flood and drip out of you.

“next time when you lend me your laptop, close your damn tabs Y/N.”