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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃!

request: when their child says its first word with tokrev dads !!

ft. mikey, kazutora, wakasa, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, fluff, children, domestic things

an. been missing my tokrev dads <3

TOKYO REVENGERS DAD SERIES

𖦹 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

mikey groans when the alarm blasts through his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he shuffles closer to a smaller warm body beside him. blonde locks splayed across their tiny face and he can’t help smiling at his little creation.

“when did you get in here?” mikey whispers, smiling as his son looks up at him, bleak eyes mirroring his own crinkle before fluttering back close. your hand slithers from under the covers, wrapping around your husband's waist, “he always gets in the bed when you leave” you mumble, pressing a kiss on the back of mikey’s head.

mikey gathers his son in his arms, holding him close as the toddler wiggles in his grasps “i’ll stay a little longer just for you.” mikey’s chest throbs as his son wraps his arms around his chest, struggling to hold on with the little strength he has but he just doesn’t want his dad to go anywhere.

“forever?” his son squeaks and mikey freezes, slowly guiding his face down to meet him, “y-yeah” mikey stammers and the bed shakes as you jolt up from the bed, “his first word!” you squeal, toppling over your husband to squeeze your son into a hug.

mikey’s cheeks streak tears, silently crying as you hold your son into the air, smiling as he repeats his first word over and over, you turn to mikey—tears forming in the lids, “forever, i’ll be here forever for him and you” mikey smiles, features softening even more when his son grins back.

𖦹 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀

golden irises watch carefully as his son chomps on his afternoon snack, gently cutting more pieces to place in front of his child, your body lingers over kazutora as you hand your son a bottle filled with milk.

you begin to turn back but not before a larger palms grips at your hips, “gimme a kiss, pretty” kazutora flashes a grin, squeezing at the flesh and you bend over to peck his lips, “i love you” you mumble through his mouth causing kazutora smile to grow wider.

“i love you more, angel” kazutora deepens the kiss but the shrill squeal of his son makes him pull away quickly, “what is it?” kazutora coos, his son clapping his hands together and gurgling incoherent noises.

“yeah? you think mommy should stay home today too?” kazutora laughs, pulling you on his lap and your hand coming up to wrap around his neck and the other wiping the drool from your son’s mouth.

“love” your son babbles, “love you” he adds, grinning at both you and kazutora mouth hung open—you’re left speechless as kazutora claps his hands together, leaning a hand over to ruffles at his son's hair, “i love you more buddy” kazutora grins and his son squeals louder.

“think you can stay home now to celebrate his first word?” kazutora smirks at you and you roll your eyes back, “only because i love you” you mumble and kazutora laughs causing his son to bounce back with the same amusing sound.

𖦹 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀

your husband has spent the last hour coaching his bouncing daughter to say her first word, giving her unlimited kisses and cuddles, sugary sweets but alas nothing worked.

“come on princess, say daddy” wakasa coos, picking her up to straddle her squirming body on his hip, she shakes her head throwing the chocolatey cookie in her mouth, wakasa sighs walking her over to you.

“hey mommy, want this?” wakasa holds his toddler out to you, smiling when her violet hues light up seeing you, “i see what you’ve been doing” you grunt, grabbing her and wiping her stained cheeks from the crumbs slathered on them.

“just want to hear her first word” he grumbles, slouching his shoulders as wakasa heads over to the living room, “mommy” his daughter giggles, pinching your cheeks—wakasa stops in his tracks, craning his head back in your direction.

“seriously?!” wakasa whines, stomping back over to you and picking his daughter back in his arms, “daddy, say daddy princess” wakasa begs, lip quivering when his daughter squeals back ‘mommy’—wakasa sighs in defeat but pulls his smile back when she grabs his cheeks, “i can’t be mad at you angel, i know how much mommy loves you.”

you walk behind wakasa, wrapping your arms around his waist pressing your face into his back, “she’ll say it one day, just give her sometime” you mumble, and wakasa pulls his daughter into a tight hug, “daddy” she grumbles through his shirt and you can almost feel the tremble of your husbands back as he softly cries at her second word.

𖦹 𝐑𝐀𝐍

ran has his daughter placed between his legs, watching a children's show in the background while his hands undo her braids. “you know angel, when i was your age i had my brother to torture instead of watching brainwashing shows” ran begins, looking over towards you on the opposite side of the couch.

“it gets pretty lonely being an only child, doesn’t it?” ran adds, smiling when you toss a pillow at him, ran dodges it easily, bending down to press a kiss on top of his daughters head, “she’s a handful already” you snort, watching your daughter’s body struggle to stand and jump into her father’s arms.

“but she’s all mine” ran chuckles, swaying her little body in his hands and smothering her cheeks with kisses, your cheeks burns from the smile engraving on your lips listening to your daughter squeal and babble when ran continues the assault of affection on her.

her little head pokes through an opening on his hold, pointing a chubby finger in your direction, “mine” she yells, giggling when ran scoffs loudly. “mine?” he questions, heaving her body in the air and bouncing his daughter into mid flight.

“mine, mine, mine” his daughter mocks, flashing a toothy grin when ran lowers her to dust kisses on her face, “mommy is mine, all mine” ran coos, even after all the years you’ve spent with ran he still managed to make your cheeks burn hot and body feel flustered.

“her first word” you say softly, climbing over to lay your head on his shoulder and pushing back black strands of hair on your daughters face, “i don’t care if she’s our baby, i am not sharing you” ran winks, wincing when you reach over to pinch his cheeks.

𖦹 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

it’s the gut wrenching sight of his small child curled up against his side, snot dried on his nose and a wheezing noise rising from his chest. rindou wasn’t used to taking care of his son without your help but since the cold had caused you to be terribly sick as well—rindou thought he could manage.

rindou watched in pain as his son gripped his shirt harder, sniffling when he tried to shift, “daddy has to get up” rindou whispers, noticing his son flutter his eyes open and bore the same hues right into him.

“stay” his son whimpers, clutching harder against the fabric till his tiny hands turn a darker color and rindou can’t help but get choked up at the sight—added to the sounds of his son’s first words, rindou is crippling with emotions.

“i’m here, i’ll always be here” rindou croaks, cuddling up closer to his son, humming softly as he rocks him back to sleep. you smile from a distance, watching your husband delicately as ever soothe his sick child.

“you’re going to get sick being that close to him” you gently walk towards rindou and he tilts his head back to look at you, “i don’t care my boy needs me and i’m not going anywhere” rindou smiles, already feeling a chill run down his spine but he truly doesn’t care—rindou knows he needs to be right here for his child regardless of the cold stifling in his chest.

𖦹 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

the first outing with his little girl and sanzu decides on bringing her to his place of work, showing off her uncanny turquoise eyes to his colleagues and a mocking laugh to have them feeling uneasy about how much she’s just like him.

“look princess, that’s ran” he tilts her towards the taller man, her face burying in his chest when ran walks closer examining the small child clinging to sanzu. “jesus sanzu, she’s the spitting image of you” ran laughs, ruffling her hair and sanzu pulls his child away.

“hey, no touching what’s mine. already had to explain that to you about my wife” sanzu growls, smoothing his daughter's locks back to her perfect pigtails. the younger haitani joins in on the gawking, smirking as sanzu coos at his daughter when she starts making a gurgle noise.

“daddy” she looks up at sanzu, his eyes grow in size with a gasp leaving his chest when she squeals again, “daddy!” sanzu struggles to hold her when she starts bouncing in his arms, babbling the name over and over.

“are you crying?” ran taunts, looking over at sanzu as tears roll down his cheeks, “y-yeah, my baby—that’s her first word” sanzu chokes, quickly stepping away from the brothers to fumble around for his phone.

“we gotta tell mommy what you said angel, she’s going to be so proud of you” sanzu grins, his daughter mirroring the same cheeky smile and clapping her hands together—it’s an odd sight from the outside, watching someone like sanzu glow as he calls you bragging about how perfect his daughter is.

Love Me Wrong [05: Muddle]

content: amnesia, manipulation, corruption, yandere themes, violence/death, blood, dubcon, smut, use of adult toys, overstimulation, fauxcest, exhibitionism

featuring: mikey x reader, koko x reader, sanzu, kakucho

note: okay im really excited about this update! the story continues to unravel and more memories are recovered. heavy bonten violence in this part so proceed with caution. like always dark content ahead so minors can not-so kindly fuck off! feel free to reblog, drop me an ask, and comment <3

words: 4.7k

other: masterlist ; @tometpd ; @hanayanetwork ; @tokyoredlightdistrict

While others chose to place their faith in relationships, people, or some celestial being, Hajime Kokonoi only believed in money and lived his life in pursuit of material gain. It was what had kept him tethered to Mikey’s side after the fall of Tenjiku and Koko had yet to find reason enough to leave Bonten; a treasonous act that he wouldn’t hesitate to commit the moment Bonten blood money stopped lining his pockets and Mikey finally succumbed to his demons.

Something that would happen sooner rather than later thanks to Mikey’s obsession with Kisaki’s amnesic sister.

Like the other ex-Tenjiku members, Koko had known the girl when her real brother had still been alive. She’d been a bright and tenacious young thing, stubbornly trailing behind her brother and Hanma, with sheepish smiles for all of Tenjiku whenever she was caught and berated harshly by Kisaki. A memory that felt like a lifetime ago whenever he saw her shrink away from Mikey during his bouts of rage or stare off into space with that blank look of hers.

Koko had by no means been close to her the way Kakucho had, but his stomach sank regardless when the broken woman hugged her knees and rocked back and forth, trying to understand why her brother abhorred the sight of her one day and worshipped her the next.

Maybe it was some sort of fondness he had for the girl she had once been or maybe he just had a soft spot for sisters, but where had Koko failed to acquire the means to pay for Akane’s surgery, he found himself showering Y/N with gifts using his money rather than the money Mikey wired him; that money was used for the gifts from Mikey.

Gifts that a real brother would never get their younger sister; a sentiment shared by everyone including the recipient. Mikey had Koko order racks of lingerie and revealing clothing in various pastel colors and cases of adult toys that consisted of vibrators, dildos, and plugs of all shapes and sizes. They might have been for his so-called sister, but no one enjoyed them more than him.

Koko could still picture her confused shock when she opened his gifts and the tears she blinked away when he asked her to use them. He could still hear her muffled protests that, after a while, turned into cries of pleasure. A length of time that shortened after each session until her protests stopped altogether.

Mikey’s corruption of Kisaki’s sister made Koko sick, but the real tragedy was his inability to stop his Boss’s perversion. Instead, he made himself feel better by buying everything her heart desired no matter the price. The sheer amount of joy on her face whenever she opened a new gift was worth the expenditure–even if it only lasted for a while before he caught her looking off into space again with that disenchanted look on her face.

Koko could’ve sworn that money was the key to happiness, but as the elevator doors opened and he stepped into the penthouse bright and early with a newly arrived gift from Mikey, he wasn’t so sure anymore.

The pristine home was silent except for the laughter coming from the kitchen. Crossing from the foyer to the living room, Koko found the sender and recipient of the gift at the breakfast bar, perched on two side-by-side high chairs. Y/N leaned toward Mikey and smiled as she fed him a forkful of what appeared to be his favorite fluffy pancakes.

Koko awkwardly cleared his throat and two sets of eyes fell on him as he approached the duo. Mikey appeared displeased with Koko’s presence until his eyes trailed to the box and his lips twitched with the beginnings of a grin. Kisaki’s sister was warmer in her reception, sheepishly offering Koko a plate of pancakes as she stepped down to greet him; a courtesy that was hindered by Mikey’s arm that snaked around her waist and pulled her snug between his parted legs.

“Mikey!” She squealed, twisting her head to shoot him a disapproving look that he ignored.

It had been two weeks since that trip to eliminate Chairman Morita and two weeks since Mikey started fucking his so-called sister. The other Bonten members had assumed they’d crossed that threshold already, but Koko knew better. Instead of using his dick, Mikey had used toys or other methods to condition her into what he wanted.

Koko believed Mikey had enough restraint to not fuck the woman he claimed for a sister, but something had changed during that trip and whatever invisible force had kept him at bay dissipated.

Ever since then, Mikey had made it a habit in taking her whenever and wherever. Sometimes he’d drag her to her room and lock the door behind them, the obnoxious sounds of their coupling loud enough to carry to the living room. Other times he would simply take her wherever he found her, be it the kitchen or the living room, and in front of whoever. He’d harshly bend her over the nearest flat surface, bunch up her skirt, tear off her panties, and fuck her raw like an animal in heat. While most of the Bonten members present would flee the scene, Sanzu and, on occasion, Rindou would stay behind to watch. Sanzu would be the most shameless out of the two, stroking himself to completion as he took in the salacious sight. Rindou, on the other hand, kept his hands off his dick and just watched, leaving as soon Kisaki’s sister orgasmed.

“Bring it over and open it,” Mikey said, gesturing toward him with the hand that wasn’t buried underneath his sister’s shirt.

Placing the box on the table, he cut off the tape with his pocket knife and opened the tabs to reveal the set of restraints Mikey had ordered. Releasing the flustered woman, Mikey took out one of the adjustable black cuffs. They were leather, lined with fur, and had a metal ring. Mikey eyed the cuff and traced a finger over the adjustable strap while Y/N watched with a perplexed look.

“What is that?” She asked only to gasp when Mikey took hold of her wrist and put on the cuff.

“Your new toy,” Mikey replied with a hint of amusement. Before she could ask for clarification, he thrust the box into her hands. “Now, go to the room, put these on, and wait for me just the way I like you.”

While Koko didn’t know for certain what Mikey meant, it wasn’t hard to discern from her reaction. She flushed and lowered her head before clutching the box against her chest and fleeing to her room, not sparing Koko another glance.

Mikey took another bite of his pancakes while Koko made his way to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water to put some much-needed space between himself and his boss. Away from Mikey’s direct field of vision, he sipped his water as slowly as possible, waiting for the other male to join his so-called sister.

“You haven’t had a turn with her, right?”

Koko was between sips and set the glass on the counter, knowing where Mikey’s question was leading up to. “No, I haven’t.”

“Hmmm… let’s change that,” Mikey replied and Koko could make out the clank of the fork against the ceramic plate and the chair legs sliding on hardwood. “Join me.”

Koko had thought he knew the extent of Y/N’s corruption, but walking into her blindingly white room to find her in the middle of her bed, straddling a pillow and rutting against it with her head thrown back, eyes closed, and a series of whiney moans falling from her lips went beyond Koko’s expectations. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed and she’d even fastened the chains to her wrists, rattling as her hands trailed up her stomach to her erect nipples that she played with.

“Good girl,” Mikey purred and palmed his growing erection as he made his way to the bed. She let out a pleased hum and peered at them, her eyes widening slightly at Koko before shifting her attention to the man that played the role of brother, lover, and captor.

“Need your help, Mikey,” she whined, tossing her slick covered pillow to the side and crawling toward him. “Doesn’t feel good without you.”

She nuzzled against his tented pants and Mikey gently combed his fingers through her hair as his breathing grew strained.

Koko watched the scene unfold with a mixture of revulsion and desire. He didn’t approve of the woman’s corruption but even that staunch sentiment was not enough to stop his innate response to her nice tits, bare ass, and wet cunt just begging to be stretched and filled.

“Koko,” Mikey hissed, drawing out the man from his conflicted thoughts to find Y/N already sucking him off. “Pick out two toys to use on my pretty sister’s pussy.”

Her thighs clenched together at Mikey’s demand and her mouth eagerly took in more of her brother. Tearing his gaze, Koko shuffled into the walk-in closet, pulled out the nearest case, and haphazardly picked the first toys he saw: a wand and a large dildo.

Back in the room, Mikey had joined Kisaki’s sister on the bed. He had her seated between his legs and pressed against his chest as he leaned back on her cushioned white headboard. The two chains dangling from her wrists had been connected to the cuffs around her ankles, forcing her legs open and limiting her mobility. Her mouth hung open and let out a series of incoherent noises while Mikey’s slender fingers worked her aroused nipples, tweaking, rolling, and rubbing her sensitive nubs.

Koko tore his gaze away from her and rounded the bed to set the toys next to Mikey who fixed him a cold look.

“What are you doing?” Mikey demanded and gestured toward the items. “You’re the one that’s gonna use them on her.”

Swallowing his protest, Koko picked up both toys and walked to the foot of the large bed, waiting for Mikey’s shallow nod of approval before joining them.

He settled between the woman’s trembling legs and inhaled sharply when his eyes settled on her sex. Slick coated her slit and folds. The bundle of nerves at the top was already engorged and just begging to be touched. Her cunt twitched and leaked even more slick with each jerk of her hips.

It was only then that Koko understood why Sanzu begged Mikey to let him fuck her one more time. Why Rindou locked himself in his room and furiously jerked off after watching Mikey fuck her. Why even Mochi–who’d never cared for Kisaki’s sister, occasionally voiced his desire to fuck her throat again.

Her entire body was begging to be fucked and Koko found himself unable to resist–not that Mikey would’ve let him anyway.

Koko swallowed as his hands ran up her soft thighs before stopping at her folds. A high-pitched whine left Y/N’s lips and her hips bucked forward.

“P-please, Koko,” she begged, and he looked up to find her teary gaze already fixed on him. “Wanna feel good.”

Despite knowing that the pleading woman wasn’t in her right mind, Koko turned on the wand to its medium setting and gently pressed the head against her clit.

Kisaki’s sister jolted forward with a gasp but her restraints and Mikey’s hold on her chest kept her in place. Koko kept the vibrating head against her clit for a couple of minutes before lowering it to her fluttering hole and coating it with her slick. When he saw her body relax slightly, he promptly raised the head back to her clit and worked her up again.

While no stranger to toys, Koko couldn’t say he had a penchant for them. He’d only used them a couple of times on his partners and the only one who actually enjoyed them had been Inupi but seeing Y/N react so enthusiastically to the wand made him want to reconsider his stance. He wanted to draw out all sorts of sounds and expressions from her and watch her come undone from his ministrations.

After a while, Koko turned up the vibrations to the maximum setting and pressed the head lightly against her clit while he grabbed the dildo next to him. It was longer and thicker than the average dick with exaggerated veins and a defined head. Holding it by the base, he rubbed the length along her slit and coated it with her creamy cum as she gasped from the sudden contact.

Koko could tell Kisaki’s sister was close to overstimulation and wasted no time in pressing the head against her cunt and easing it in. A lengthy moan left her lips while Koko watched her greedy cunt swallow the girthy toy inch by inch.

Curious about her reaction, Koko looked up hoping to see her pretty eyes on him only to find her looking back at Mikey, eyes lidded and swollen lips parted.

“That’s it. Stick your tongue out and I’ll give you a reward, pretty girl.”

Mikey’s jaw moved for a couple of moments before tilting his puckered mouth over Kisaki’s sister’s and letting a stringy wad of saliva fall on her waiting tongue.

Disgusted and insulted by her disregard for the man making her cum, Koko pressed the wand head harder over her clit and grinned when she let out a choked gasp. He then adjusted the position of the dildo to press against her forewall and proceeded to thrust it in and out of her messy cunt at an increasing pace.

Guided by her bodily reactions and encouraging sounds, Koko didn’t let up on his ministrations even when her creamy essence gathered on his hand and spurts of clear fluids coated her inner thighs and soaked the sheets below. He only stopped when his name rang out in a high-pitched whine.

“Koko, please! S’too much– I-I can’t!”

Koko switched off the wand and looked up to find Kisaki’s sister peering down at him with teary eyes and the beginnings of a satiated smile forming. It was a moment during which Koko forgot all about Mikey until the wand was plucked out of his hand by said man and thrown against the full-length mirror across the room, shattering it into pieces.

At the loud crash, Koko jerked backward and Kisaki’s sister screamed. None of the deranged glee remained on Mikey’s face. In its place was that barely subdued fury of his that terrified most and unnerved everyone else. And when his lips parted and a forced laugh echoed in the room, neither Koko nor Y/N dared to breathe.

“Oh no, looks like we’ll have to buy another one.” He turned to Koko. “Let Sanzu know we’ll be making a shopping trip today.”

Despite making a trip to one of Tokyo’s most luxurious department stores, Koko couldn’t help but think it was more of a punishment. Whether it was Sanzu’s pissy mood after coming down from his high, the shitty Tokyo traffic, or the fact that Mikey was in the backseat fucking his fake sister, Koko wasn’t sure–maybe, it was a combination of all three.

“Mmmm! Ah- s’good Mikey! Gonna cum- Nghhh!”

Koko spared a glimpse at the duo through the rearview mirror and averted his gaze immediately when he found Mikey’s eyes already on him as he bucked into Y/N. He tried focusing on the road, on the idiot in front of him riding his breaks, on Sanzu fidgeting with his handgun, on anything except Mikey’s grunts and Y/N’s moans that made him want to drive the sedan off a fucking bridge.

It was through a sheer miracle that Koko made it to their destination, and he wasted no time in exiting the vehicle, handing off the keys to a lower Bonten member, and waiting for Mikey to finish with his sister before also exiting the car.

They were accompanied by eight other Bonten members as they entered the department store. Like all of their other trips in public, the establishment was bought out for their private use and only a selection of paid-off workers were allowed to service them. Tired of dealing with Mikey and his sick powerplays, Koko strayed to the back of the Bonten hoard, away from the trio of Mikey, Kisaki’s sister, and Sanzu who led the way.

What originally was supposed to be a simple shopping trip for a new mirror quickly turned into a shopping spree thanks to Mikey’s desire to spoil his “sister”. They spent hours browsing the massive building as Y/N shopped to her heart’s content. Every item she admired for more than five seconds was collected by a suited Bonten lackey and brought along for purchase. Apart from Y/N and Mikey, the entire experience was boring to the point of being almost torturous. Even Sanzu, who worshipped the ground Mikey walked on, looked like he wanted to choke Y/N every time she wandered to the next display with a serene Mikey in tow.

A serenity that was cut short when they made it to the beauty section and the female employee there called out to Kisaki’s sister by name.

“Y/N!” A mousy woman blurted as she approached them. The shift in the mood was almost palpable and Koko could see Sanzu and Mikey stiffen as Kisaki’s sister hesitantly stepped toward the worker.

“It’s been ages since I last saw you! How are you?”

At the woman’s words, Koko let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and his response rippled across the rest of the Bonten men–except for Mikey and Sanzu who were as still as tigers ready to pounce on their unsuspecting prey.

“Oh, umm… I’m doing great.” At the hesitation in her answer, it was clear Kisaki’s sister hadn’t recognized her acquaintance but even that didn’t change Mikey and Sanzu’s demeanor.

The mousy woman appeared bewildered by the response. “Really? I just expected you to still be mourning Hanma. Especially since it was on the anniversary of Kisa–”

The deafening gunshot cut through the tension, reverberating off the walls and into Koko’s ears. For a moment, he didn’t know who’d fired the shot and who’d received it until Kisaki’s sister let out a blood-curdling scream, and Koko spotted the other woman bleeding out on the floor with a bullet hole through the center of her head.

While it was hardly the first lethal gunshot he’d witnessed, Koko still found himself in shock. His muscles tensed, jaw clenched, and heart hammered painfully in his chest as a sharp ringing echoed in his ears. When he did manage to avert his gaze from the blood bath, he saw Sanzu trembling violently and still pointing the gun he’d shot.

The only one who was unphased by the violent act was Mikey. Koko would even venture to say Bonten’s boss was more at ease than he had been with the mousy woman alive.

Kisaki’s sister collapsed on the blood-soaked floor and sobs wracked her body. Her face was covered in a spray of her friend’s blood, arms hung limp at her sides, and wide trembling eyes remained glued on the corpse.

Koko carefully approached her when no one else stepped up, avoiding the blood and crouching next to her. Despite her silent cries, her shock had only worsened in the moments after and all she could manage were rapid shallow gasps that seemed to do more harm than good.

Koko was about to comfort Kisaki’s sister when Mikey suddenly sauntered over and knelt beside her as well. His face was devoid of all emotion as he reached out for her; something Koko had not seen since she’d woken up.

“Y/N, we need t–”

There was a collective jolt of surprise among the Bonten men as everyone witnessed Kisaki’s sister scratch Mikey’s cheek in defiance. He also appeared just as shocked as his men, black eyes wide and mouth slack-jawed as three thin crimson lines surfaced across his pale skin.

“G-Get away from me!” She shrieked, recoiling from him when the gravity of her actions dawned on her.

With a growl, Sanzu lurched forward, gun in hand, and fixed the shaken woman with a murderous glare.

“You little bitch!”

He lunged for her but stopped dead in his tracks when she stared up at him in horror and pointed an accusatory finger.

“I-It was you!… you’re the one… y-you killed Hanma!”

For the first time, Koko saw genuine fear flash across Mikey’s face as the woman he’d come to care for glared at the man who’d now murdered two of her friends. Blood pulsated in Koko’s ears as he desperately tried to gather his thoughts amidst the chaos around him.

Were all of her memories back?

Would Mikey order her death?

“Yeah, I killed that fucking rat.”

Koko snapped his head up to find Sanzu sneering down at Kisaki’s sister. He let out a humorless chuckle before aiming the gun at her head. Faced with the black gun barrel, sobs ripped from her chest but she stood frozen in place, whether it was out of terror or resignation Koko couldn’t tell. All he knew was that for all of Sanzu’s twisted interest in Kisaki’s sister, his loyalty to Mikey was far greater and he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone that laid a hand on his King.

“Sanzu!”

Mikey’s reprimanding roar resounded with everyone but none more so than Sanzu, who flinched and obediently lowered his gun, tucking it into his pants pocket.

Once the gun was out of sight, Y/N’s muscles relaxed and she visibly deflated. It wasn’t until her eyes rolled to the back of her skull, however, that Koko realized she was passing out and caught her before she joined her deceased friend on the floor. He cradled her bloody, tear-stained face and held her close to him, not caring if it ruined his clothes.

“Take her back home, Koko,” Mikey’s emotionless voice eventually rang out, killing the heavy silence that had permeated the room since his earlier outburst. “We’ll take care of this mess.”

“But Mi–”

Sanzu’s protest died on his tongue with a single threatening look from Mikey and his mouth closed with a click.

“Understood,” Koko replied with a nod, wondering if he’d witness the death of another innocent sister that just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Like all of your other memories, your recollections of Hanma came back in fragments. You remembered his appearance, the intensity of his gaze, the pull of his lips, and the languorous manner in which his body moved. You remembered his scent of lingering cigarette smoke, earthy soap, and musk, and the calming effect it had over you. You remembered tidbits of his likes, dislikes, and habits. But above all, you remembered your final moments with him. The walk you took through a snow-covered path as you brainstormed lunch spots together. The chilling encounter with Sanzu that caused Hanma to stiffen and protectively pull you behind him. The desperation in his voice as he ordered you to run.

The entire process of recovering your memories reminded you of the sheltered life that had been created for you. A life that was full of half-truths, non-committal answers, and furtive glances exchanged by your caretakers. The one you’d woken up to where your days were spent completing meaningless tasks that only distracted you from the helplessness that plagued you. A disheartening feeling that was the direct result of your missing memories coupled with the disapproval from Mikey and the rest of Bonten when you tried to recover them.

But instead of making up excuses for their reasoning the way you usually did, you came to a different conclusion after waking up pressed next to Koko in a moving car–maybe their lies weren’t as white as you’d once believed. Maybe they were a more sinister color like the scarlet blood that had spurted out of the woman who had sealed her fate the moment she tried telling you about your past. Or perhaps their lies were darker like the tacky, russet red blood that now coated your legs and made your stomach turn.

Swallowing the bile that had risen, you stirred and felt Koko’s breath hitch.

“Why did Sanzu kill Hanma?” You asked, putting some distance between the two of you. After the horrific events that had transpired and the conflicting nature of your recovered memories, you couldn’t continue to live oblivious to the discrepancies. You needed answers and Koko would have to give them to you.

He let out an exasperated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. As expected, your question seemed to trouble him, but you didn’t back down. You kept your gaze steadily fixed on him and waited for his answer.

“He… betrayed Mikey,” Koko replied, his eyes sharp and carefully gauging your reaction.

“Then why did it seem like– no, why was he protecting me?”

His eyes widened slightly but he quickly schooled his face. “Hanma was lying to you. He was planning on using you against Mikey but Sanzu found you before he had the chance.”

Koko’s confession left you dumbfounded and hurt. You buried your head into your hands and closed your eyes, struggling to remember the aftermath of that encounter only to find yourself with a throbbing headache and hot tears burning your eyes.

“That can’t be true.” You gripped your hair in frustration. “H-He was my friend and my brother’s… it- it just doesn’t make sense.”

An arm wrapped around your shoulders and drew you in. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but you have to believe it. Hanma was a traitor and you know what happens to traitors.”

“W-What about that woman?” You demanded in disbelief as you wriggled out of his grasp. “Why was she killed after mentioning Hanma?”

His face twisted into that familiar look of pitying reproach most of the Bonten members wore around you. It made you feel foolish and small compared to them.

“She was also working with him. Why else do you think she mentioned him?”

You hated how logical his explanation was because, even if there was lingering doubt, you had nothing to offer as a counterargument; your memories had already been declared tainted. Left with nothing but frustration bubbling in your chest, you balled your fists and blinked away your tears before Koko drew you into his chest like a parent comforting a child.

And much like a child, you didn’t argue with him. You didn’t even fight him off. You just buried your face in his chest and let the helplessness sink back in as he once again warned you against discussing your missing memories with Mikey.

“It’s best if you don’t bring this up to Mikey. He won’t like it, especially after that scratch you gave him.”

Filled with shame over your violent outburst, you remained wordlessly still in Koko’s arms the rest of the way home, and for the first time since you’d woken up, you dreaded seeing Mikey again.

The entire elevator ride up to the top floor, you mulled over various ways to apologize to your brother. Would he prefer a nice dinner, a decadent dessert, or would letting him fuck you any way he wanted be best?

Upon deciding on a combination of all three, the elevator door opened and you followed Koko into the penthouse, making out voices from the living room. Burying your doubt concerning your past, you braced yourself for Mikey’s reception by plastering a smile on your face.

But instead of focusing on Mikey, your eyes traveled to another figure in the room you didn’t recognize until he turned around. Standing between Mikey and the Haitani brothers, you locked eyes with a face from your past that brought upon an onslaught of memories. It was the boy-turned-man with the jagged scar that ran across his handsome face. The one with a rough exterior that had once made your heart flutter from his unexpected caring gestures and awkward but comforting words.

Forgetting about Mikey and the other Bonten members present, you ran into Kakucho’s arms and broke into tears from the overwhelming emotion of recovering more of your missing memories and reuniting with a dear old friend.

Genuinely feel the need to post this cause at this point it’s getting out of hand.

So during the events kinktober I’ve noticed that a lot of people have been hating on dark content blogs, going as far as to anonymously harass creators to the point that they’ve had to stop posting content.

And it’s perfectly fine if you don’t like those types of blogs, you’re not obligated to at all. But to go out of your way to harass someone for what they do, even when they’ve put warnings all over their blog about how their material contains something you might not like, is just plain wrong.

It’s not okay in any sense to consistently harass people when they’ve done nothing to provoke you. And it is very easy to just scroll past something if you don’t like it, there is no need to go into someone’s blog just to belittle them for something they put genuine time and effort into. Some of these blogs have spent days, weeks, or even months of careful planning making events and taking time out of their day to respond to small asks. Even warning viewers about potentially sensitive content. They don’t need people bombarding them with hate and rude comments every 5 minutes.

I’m not even a content creator myself! I have literally no idea how much work these people must put in to do what they do. All I know is that they do it because they want to, and if that’s what they want to do, then I have no business telling them they can’t.

Other than that, I wish all you writers and creators a wonderful day, and a happy kinktober! Keep up all the good work, and I look forward to what awesome stuff you guys come up with!

Someone plz tell me why armin is so hot ughhh

Nagi | Blue Lock additional time #28 "You remind me of..."

where?

would you be scared if i told you how much i love you? i don't want to scare you away. you're everything to me. i want to be yours forever.

I don't give a shit what you all say, Aemond is delicious. Girl when he stood up I gaged 🤤🤌🏻

There's something about ran looking unbothered while hitting his opponents is very hot like 😮‍💨

I THINK IT'S HIS EYES....DEFINITELY HIS EYES.

Oh and one more, when he tangles his braids around his baton

idk why but that's like sexy

This man can't be fixed. I can fuck him though. Maybe that will calm him down.

(I hope, bro radiates bde)