Do You Have A Part 2 Of Where Mikey Is Cheating?

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.

Okay so this isn’t a request but more me being absolutely blasted while reading your content but…

I’m giggling imaging all the Mikey’s and their respective y/n’s meeting each other. Racer Mikey and his y/n are the only relatively healthy couple, so they’re both just staring in absolute horror (more so Mikey because he can’t possibly fathom ever hurting y/n) as the two of them watch other “hims” beat the shit out of (cough Kantou) their y/n, or be over all toxic and horrible lovers. Racer is just like “unhand your (my..) wife???? Let her go??? You fucking freak???” And

Dude I can’t stop gigglign over this plz

Nooo stop, I love this so much, I've thought about things similar to this, way too many times if i'm honest. This would, I don't think the right word is cute, given how the other timeline versions of Mikey interact with their respective partner. But I do really love this idea.

I can just imagine Kanto!Mikeys y/n walking up to Street Racer!Mikeys y/n and she's wearing something slightly revealing and Kantos y/n is just like "he let you walk out the house like that???" and Street Racers y/n is just like "what's he gonna do? Tell me no? In what universe?" and Kantos y/n just looks at Kanto!Mikey with a sigh as she responds with, "not yours apparently."

But your little scenario is so funny to me, cause you're so right. If Street Racer Mikey even hears another version of himself talking down to a version of you, he's gonna be pissed, you might even have a multi Mikey brawl, that shit would be scary, I mean, one Mikeys scary enough.. BUT 5?!?! There's definitely gonna be some fights. Some pretty.. bloody ones at that.

I'm also gonna add a new tag called, Multiple!Mikeys, so, all the timeline mikey stuff will be under that

Anytime I read about Mikey getting ready to hurt someone, all I can hear is that one fucking audio.

“Damn. He really ‘bout to rock my shit.”

You're not wrong, he do be rocking their shit, when he was 15 years old, he was beating the fuck out of grown men. He is a fucking menace. He is a danger to all forms of life and also the non-living things. Nothing is safe when this man is around, he literally kicked in the front of a car with his foot, he lifted a 17–20 pound (7.7–10 kg) bike, off the floor, one handed, and proceeded too chuck that shit a good couple yards??? The whole thing with Kazutora was insane too, man really said, "if all that's in your head is destroying important things, I'll destroy you right now." Then proceeds too kick this man a good couple yards multiple times AS IF KAZUTORA WAS A SOCCER BALL, LIKE BRO!!! Anyway!!! Yeah, Mikey is a fuckin' powerhouse, beating peoples asses with little, sometimes, no effort. Bro is literally a walking threat. He scares me sometimes if I'm being real.. but idgaf I still love him.

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.

Thanks for the tag pookie 🤭

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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.