OG Timeline Mikey Is Secret F-buddies With Single Mom Reader And Falls For Her But Doesnt Know She Has

OG Timeline Mikey is secret F-buddies with Single mom reader and falls for her but doesn’t know she has kids until he sees her out with them one day x

Pls & Ty x

TW- small indication of murder, a hint of stalking Sorry this is a little rushed, I can do it over for you another time if you'd like.

The day you met Manjiro Sano, it was an accident, the man you were with, Yaku Akuma, had a debt to Toman, but more importantly, Manjiro Sano, himself. He never told you anything about the debt muchless the reason, it was for gambling, he had lost thousands of dollars in just slots alone, so he took out a loan from Toman with the promise too pay it back, but that obviously didn't happen. It had taken him days after the expectation date, for the money, for him too even tell you.

It had been at his apartment, it was a casual hang-out, late at night when there was a loud bang on the door and a man screaming through it. He had jumped off the couch in a panic, grabbing your hand and ushering you into the bedroom with a plead too stay quiet while he dealt with the situation. You could hear screaming from multiple different while you sat in the bedroom, hoping nothing bad happened as you sent a text to your nanny that was watching your son, briefing her on the situation and too make sure Haruto was safe. It was when you hid your phone that you heard multiple gunshots and a cease to the screaming, you had bit at your sleeve too stop the yelp that clawed at your throat in surprise.

It was quiet, for what felt like hours, before the bedroom door swung open and in walked a man with blonde, slicked back hair and the biggest black eyes you've ever seen. He stared at you for a while before approaching, a gun on his hip as you began too plead for you life, promising money if he just let you live, but he had ignored you, sitting on the bed, in front of you and asking for your relation to Yaku. When you explained, through tears, that he was just a casual acquaintance and there wasn't much relation between the two of you. The man looked unamused, like he didn't believe you but had told you too leave and go home, moving off the bed as you had vigorously nodded, exclaiming your appreciation through choked-out sentences.

It was two weeks after that when you saw him again, while working at a bar and tending to customers. Your co-worker had approached you with the plead of serving a few men in the VIP section, stating that she was too busy with familial problems and had too leave. You had locked eyes with the man when you sat a bottle of Clase Azul Reposado Tequila and Don Julio 1942 on the table. You had left as quickly as possible when you locked eyes with him, onyx stared you down and made you shift uncomfortably. Quickly brushing past the red satin curtains that concealed the room, you rushed outside too get fresh air, knocking past people as you spewed quick apologies.

Rapidly throwing open the back door of the club as you dig in your pocket for the Camel Blues you keep stashed for stressful times. The shaking of your hands making it harder too light but quickly sucking on the stick when you do. You find the first inhale of smoke refreshing and calming as your shoulders slump down slightly in relief. Your head leaning back against the cold brick wall as you breathe the smoke in the air. Only too be cruelly interrupted by the same man that had you shaking in the first place. Manjiro Sano, he stands proudly, head up and shoulders high as he stares you down, his eyes intrigued but mostly empty. His presence intimidating as you swallow and back up, a couple feet. He watches you, his eyes sharp as he steps closer, his heavy steps sounding heavy on damp pavement. He reaches for you, flinching away, you curl a little. He doesn't back down though, just proceeds to move his hand closer and brush away lose strands of your hair from your face. He took you to a hotel that night, with the promise too not kill you, claiming he just wanted a couple answered. With the knowledge that he could kill you and a kid too thing about at home, you got in the car. The drive there was silent, not awkward but silent. Excluding the occasional instructions to his driver. The hotel was nice, the rooms even nicer as you sat on the comfy linen bed, the pillows tucked into satin pillowcases. They wasn't much talking as he pushed you onto the bed, nipping at your neck as he took off his Chanel suit jacket. He had fucked you all over that room that night, fucking into you relentlessly as held one of your legs over his hips. His teeth making bruising marks on your throat as he kissed at the side of your face, sweat rolling down your temple. You had continued your escapades a countless of times in that hotel from then on. Meeting up too get drinks only for him too later on fuck you over the bathroom sink before dragging you over to the bed and fucking you on the edge. Your chest laying flat against the sheets as his hand held your held into the sheets, his free hand squeezing your hips as he fucked you stupid. The screaming of his name barley muffled by the sheets with how loud you were. He grew too care about you, he was around you so much, he couldn't really prevent the feeling of lust turning into adoration and love. He tried his best too spend as much time with as he could but he was a very busy man, so he had his men watch you. When he was alerted by one of his men that you were out and close by, he decided too end his meeting a little early as he had his driver take to him. He froze when he saw you with a child, no older then three, the kid was jumping around on the jungle gym, falling down the slide on his belly as you watched and played with the boy. Raising him up in your arms as you kissed his cheek in a multitude as the boy giggled and attempted too swat you awa. He decided from there on, in that car, he was gonna be a father, readying too take on the life as a father if it meant you'd be his. Forever.

https://www.tumblr.com/baby-tini/756553115838316544/english-or-spanish?source=share

*static by Steeve Lacy starts to play in the background*

Whoever moves first is gay.

😮‍💨 I guess I'm gay then... thanks anon 🙄

HELP IM GIGGLING EVEN MORE BC NOW IM JUST IMAGINING THE MIKEY’S HAVING A FULL ON BRAWL WHILE THE Y/N’S ARE HUDDLED TOGETHER…

Racer Y/n is utterly concerned for her counter parts and she’s just like “i BEG you guys to seek therapy this is NOT a normal relationship 😰”

Yesss the Mikey brawl would be so funny, until you realise that each of them are dangerous on their own and they're.. fighting?!?! RUNNNN BITCH!!! But also yeah, while I think Toman y/n would be..okish? Manila, Kanto and Bontenss y/n need EXTENSIVE therapy, like, immediately. I actually have no idea which Mikey would win though.. maybe it'd be a drawl?? I'm not sure. This idea could be elaborated on so deeply though.

Just in case any of you guys forgot how much of a powerhouse Mikey is, watch this video, he's fucking insane. Especially when you realise that he was 15!!! Doing all that shit...

do you have a part 2 of where Mikey is cheating?

I do now ❤️

TW- Yandere-ish behaviour, a bit of victim blaming, implied murder, slightly detailed scene of murder, violent behaviour, implication of past cheating.

Mikey was a mess ever since you left, he knows he brought it on himself by cheating, but he was still angry. He missed you deeply, thought about you every night and everyday, you were his first thought when he woke up, and his first thought when he went to bed. You were- are his everything, in his head, you're still his, and nothing is ever gonna change that- nothing. You guys are just... on a little break, that's all. You didn't actually wanna leave, you didn't actually mean it when you said, you never wanted too see him again... right? You couldn't possibly mean that, after all you guys have been through together? You can't be serious, there's no way. So he let you have your little break, even if your absence clawed at him every minute of everyday, but when you didn't... it all kinda went down hill from there, even more so then normal.

It took awhile for him too track you down, longer then he was comfortable with or even, willing too admit. You're everything to him, the reason he even still gets up in the mornings, so, when you left his life,it affected him more then everything else ever has. He was so irritated, taking it out on traitors, torching them slowly as he deflected his emotional pain into physical on the people who have done him wrong. When he finally found you though, or, rather his men found you, his heart started too hurt. He's never been so happy in his life, having heard the news of your exact whereabouts, it pleased him greatly, his eyes even have a little bit of life back in them. He found you living in a tiny little apartment on the outskirts of Tokyo, it was quiet- peaceful even, something his lifestyle greatly lacked.

He contemplated whether or not too just knock on the door... or just break in. But, he ultimately decided too just knock for now and if that didn't work for him, he'd have no problem forcing his way in. You were glowing when you opened that door, looking content- happy even, but the way your smile dropped and the look of delight turned to dread, it hurt, it hurt him so fucking much to the point he almost toppled over. But he held it together, his eyes almost pleading as he whispered your name, it almost sounding foreign with how long it's lacked coming from his lips. But it felt re-freshing on his tongue, like a shred of hope as you stepped aside and let him in. Although hesitant, as your steps lacked genuine want, looking more forced, knowing who exactly this man was and what he was capable of.

It was quiet for a while, as you both sat on your couch, the silence feeling awkward and heavy as you tried your best too avoid eye contact with him. The action feeling too intimate knowing what he did and the way you left, it might've not been the best decision or the best way too leave, but you didn't really have any other option, knowing it would, most likely, start a big fight that you really didn't feel like dealing with at the time. Or the worse option, he didn't care at all and would just let you leave, that would've hurt a lot more then just leaving it up in the air, but with him being here, you were betting on the former being the more obvious situation if you were too have confront him and try too leave at the time, also taking into account that Mikey isn't the most stable, and that would've most likely pushed him off the deep end and would've led to worse consequences for you then just being homeless for a while before you were able too get a shitty job as a waitress and live in a tiny apartment.

"I'm... sorry for what I did.." were the first words he chose too spoke, the first words you've heard from him in months. You knew he was sorry, his presence at the apartment told you all you needed too know, but you also knew that you didn't have too forgive him for what he did to you, you put up with a lot of his bullshit, let him get in your face and call you ugly names or let him get violent with men when they, very stupidly, thought it would be okay too eye-fuck their bosses girl. Watched him beat a man within an inch of his life as soon as his disgusting hands layed a slap to your ass, with a nasty smirk, you've never seen Mikey move so fast in your life, a kick to the man stomach as he beat him bloody, black and blue. Having replayed the mans screams in your head as begged and pleaded with Mikey too not kill him, that he was sorry, you know the man wasn't sorry for what he had done, only sorry that the consequences were so dire for him. That was the first and only time you've watched Mikey kill a man, he kept you locked away for weeks- months after that... incident.

You decided too keep quiet, which was a big mistake on your part cause it only made Mikey inch closer to you on the already small couch. His hands grabbing at your shaky ones, pulling them up to his lips as he left the softest kisses on the backs of them with the whisper of, "let me make it up to you, please?" You wanted him too, you really did, you missed when he was soft with you, although very rarely, he still was willing too show vulnerability. Your head was already clouded not having fully processed the whole infidelity on his part, but you did miss him and with his appearance at your apartment causing a wave of emotion too bubble in your chest and tear ducts, you did, you let him take care of you again. Just hoping and praying that you wouldn't regret everything when your head was a little bit clearer and your arms weren't wanting too constantly reach out and hug him, when your heart wasn't constantly begging you too let him touch you again, too take you again and have you so vulnerable under him as he whispered, hopefully, long-lasting promises in your ear.

So you did, you let him lay your back on that rough, uncomfortable couch as he left kisses on your face, leading down your neck and turning into love marks. Leaving spit-covered kisses down your chest as he hiked your leg over his waist, kissing underneath your ear as he whispered just how sorry he was to you, promising he'd never he look at another woman again, that what he did was a one-time stupid mistake. Whispering about, how it took him losing you too realise just how perfect you were, how rare you were too continuously stay by his side, too pledge your loyalty to such a bad man, such as his self- a monster. To a man who has taken more then he has ever given in his entire life, he knows that you're special, special to him, but just special in general. Letting him have- letting him take you in a place you now called home, knowing what he's done, he was selfish, he knows that, but he's done with it, now that he has you back in his arms, he's never letting you go again. Over his dead body- or, more like the dead body of the woman he had sex with, that led you both to this moment, no more.

"Hands up for abusive! Kanto Mikey part 2"

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everyone wants mikey ong

ong I've never agreed more.

TW- Physical abuse disguised as discipline, verbal abuse, Mikey is insane, possessive behaviour, controlling behaviour, stockholm syndrome, victim blaming

You did it again, once again you were fucking talking to other men. Smiling and laughing in their face as Mikey watched, his pupils narrowed and slit, almost cat-like as he felt his jaw tense and hands form into fists. How many times has he told you now, too stay away from other men, what did he need too do too really make it stick in that tiny little brain of yours? Did he need too beat you harder? Keep you locked away like a caged bird? Keep you in a kennel like a disobedient dog? Because that's how you were acting, like a disobedient little mutt, if he needed too keep you chained at his feet, he would've already done it. If that's what it takes for you too behave, he truly doesn't mind.

So, he really doesn't understand why you're surprised when he rips you out of your seat by your hair, and then proceeds too drag you towards an empty conference room. Pushing your body over the circular table, while pressing down on the upper part of your back, causing your chest too squish against the hard wood. The feeling is uncomfortable and painful as the table digs into your stomach, the rough action of him pushing you on to it has you the wind knocking from your lungs as you groan in pain, unable too take a mouthful of air as he shoves your face into the hard table, his chest pressed into your back. Leaning down he growls in your ear, his words harsh as he fists at you hair. Your breaths shallow as you attempt too, again, take in at least a little bit of air.

"What the fuck have I told you about talking to other men, huh? You don't fucking listen, is there only air in that empty little head of yours? There must fuckin' be 'cause you don't listen, you don't fuckin' listen, stupid fucking bitch." He angry- no, pissed at you. His chest is rising and falling with heavy breaths as he smacks the back of your hand, his hand heavy as you feel tears already starting too cling to your lashes, biting at your lip too keep in the pitiful sobs that try their best too claw at your throat, like bile rising from your stomach that you desperately try too hold back. As soon as his ears catch onto your little sniffles, he yaks your head back, almost giving you whiplash. The hand still fisted in your hair starts too shake your head like a rag-doll.

"I know you're not fucking crying, I know that's what I'm not fucking hearing, isn't that right? You're not fucking crying right, right?" He's in your face, his breath ticking your baby hairs as his face sits so close, you feel his teeth on your cheek. You vigorously shake your head 'no', the little 'no sir's' freeing themselves from your throat as you hiccup, biting the inside of your cheek as you swallow, finally able too suck in a couple breaths, albeit shaky, you could breathe much better now, your face no longer buried in the hard-wood of the table. You make the mistake of looking into his eyes, the representation of midnight onyx, so empty, soulless even. He hums out a 'thought so' as he backs away from your face, his hand still tightly tangled in your hair.

It's quick, the way he yanked down your pants and panties was so quick you didn't even notice at first, not until you felt the cool air brush against your folds. It was a quiet gasp that made it's appearance on your lips that grabbed at his attention. The hand in your hair moved towards your lower back, too hold you down against the solid table. Then a heavy slap cracking against your ass followed very shortly after that. Already leaving an unpleasant stinging sensation followed by a quickly appearing nasty red hand print- his hand print. A scream tore itself from your vocal cords as you as your body jerked itself to the side, putting all the pressure and weight on your right leg, attempting too ease the sting on your left ass cheek. He didn't let you stay that way for long though, as he used the hand that wasn't holding you down, too adjust you too stand on both of your legs, pressing your bare ass back against him, the hard cock in his pants very noticeable from your position. Proceeding too lay a couple more heavy slaps on each of your ass cheeks, your back and ass arching downwards as you cry out.

"You're really pissing me off, do you like pushing my buttons, huh? 'Cause with the way you've consistently been acting? I think you do. Now, keep still and take it before I really give you something too cry about, yeah?" You nod your in multitudes as you sniffle and let out a stuttered exhale. He huffs before moving back laying another heavy slap, this time on the back of your left thigh, the skin jiggling as he pulls his hand back. You keep your lips tightly sealed as you let out a muffled whine, your tongue digging into your cheek as you try too take a deep breath, but before you can even think about it, there's already another slap landing on your other thigh. The harsh sound of skin cracking against skin as your stomach sucks in on itself and your body is thrown forward by the force.

"Don't fuckin' move. How. Many times, do I have too fucking tell you, too. Keep. Fucking. Still. I hate repeating myself, I really really do, but you just.. keep moving, it's only gonna get worse for you, you know that right?... answer me!!!" You stutter out broken apologies, pleading with him, trying too tell him, just how sorry you are, but he doesn't listen, he never was. The session of... discipline goes on for awhile, as he continues too harshly swat at your ass. The pain has your knees buckling as you try and stay still for him, not wanting too piss him off even more then he already is. The hits, thankfully don't get too much harder and you're able too bite your lip through the pain. The swatting does fortunately come to an end soon after that, not soon enough but thankfully a lot quicker then you first thought it would. By the end of it, your eyes are leaking tears and your lip is bleeding with how hard you were biting down on it. He pulls your panties back up, admiring the bruises on your ass, the ones he left before he pulls your pants back up before pulling your head back so he can stare you down.

"Maybe I should make a habit out of spanking your ass, huh baby? Pull you into this room and bend you over this table as I bruise your pretty little ass again and again... maybe then you'll listen." He mockingly tilts his head in question with a nod of understanding and repeated, 'yes sir's', because you know Manjiro Sano doesn't make empty threats or promises, never has, never will. With a hum of, 'good girl,' he leads you out of the conference room. Burying your face into his chest, he runs his hands through your hair as he kisses the top of your head. Opening the door to your shared bedroom, he lays you down in the bed, on your stomach. The soft satin feeling refreshing against your skin as you nuzzle into the fresh-smelling sheets. He hums as he squats down, his hand running through your hair before wiping at your sticky cheeks. Humming softly before standing up, he places a soft kiss against your lips.

"Please listen to me baby, I hate seeing you cry... it hurts me more then it hurts you angel. I love when you're a good girl for me, you're so sweet and affectionate like that... and I miss my sweet girl, you know I'd never do anything like this if I didn't love you, right?" You nod, your eyes slowly closing as your cheek rubs against the soft pillow, he smiles, nodding at you. With the whisper of a, "Goodnight princess," he's out the door before your eyes close, allowing you too slip away into a peaceful dreamworld, one with Mikey, always with Mikey, he always treats you so well, always takes the best care of you. You know he only does what he knows is best for you, don't you?

I'm sick and tired of writers on this app putting out such AMAZING concepts and ideas for Mikey, knowing he's not real 😒 and I will never be able too have this man fuck me up (both physically and mentally) y'all seriously are fucking with my mental health 😭😭😭

okay brainrot. bonten mikey has a wife. wife doesn't get much attention from him and storms into his office to confront him. he ends up fucking her real good to shut her up.