#tr mikey

[wingo5]

A doodle whilst at work lol

[tokyorevtransparents]

[narcjsistx]

hii! I'm new to this platform and I haven't fully understood how it works yet... also, english is not my first language. but here are some headcanons <3

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Manjiro Sano in a relationship HCS ᡣ𐭩

Once put together, Toman (or at least, the famous members) necessarily have to know you. There are many reasons, first of all because he likes to show that he has such a cute girlfriend, then because in general they shouldn't cause you problems. Another reason, which however is more his personal thing, was to introduce you to the captains of each division in case, even if it never happens, you are in trouble and he is not there. they have a duty to protect you

He would be happy to go on outings with you, Emma and Draken often. Even if they are not a couple yet, even if he knows they like each other, he would maybe like to go out together. A motorcycle ride and a snack would be the perfect date with his best friend, his sister and his girlfriend

Even if you're not part of Toman, you still have one of their jackets. Mikey requested that Mitsuya make you one for your birthday, since you often steal his because, at least in your opinion, "it's the most comfortable thing in the world"

He doesn't particularly like seeing you alongside Sanzu. As much as he knows that Sanzu is loyal to him until death, the thought that he might be replaced by him just because he is "cooler" (at least in his vision) bothers him. He knows it's a thing EXTREMELY stupid, but he can't shake this idea

I don't know why but it gives me the idea of ​​being a person who feels like he's dying with a fever of 37.5. You've had to reassure him several times that no, with a fever of 38 he can't die horribly, but he thinks you lying to him. The bro hides the sadness of having lost his entire family but not that of having a slightly high fever

I have the idea that he is extremely clingy as a person. like... do you have to go out even for 5 minutes? perfect, he will be at your house in 2 minutes. don't you have to leave the house? he will still be at your house soon. he has an inner need for ever-present contact

I THINK HE LIKES NAILS WITH BLACK NAIL POLISH. NO ONE WILL TAKE THIS IDEA AWAY FROM ME

he doesn't want to you join Toman, simply because he knows how much chaos the gang can generate even inside of private life

he introduced you to his mother and brother. you two spent an entire afternoon near their graves and he described you as a very good girl who is saving him from something bigger than him

since you've been with him, you've found out about the ancient practice of "nap dates." it's not that they happen by chance, he also organizes them with a certain seriousness in reality... like, what pajamas, what blanket...

[one-green-frog]

Hello I have seen your work and I'm quite intrigued with your work its wholesome

By any chance can I request a sano older brother reader that's act like a butler that's always come prepared with stuff that the siblings need like he just pulled out a dorayaki for mikey when he sees him being all gloomy in bonten meetings and just being a good brother he is and taking care of mikey after his other siblings die and also just constantly nag the other bonten members if they did something that's almost caught them

You can ignore this request hope you have a great day and good luck with your other stuff

Unyielding Duty

Platonic Mikey x brother!reader

The Sano household was chaos personified. Shinichiro sat hunched over the dining table, covered in motor grease, tinkering with an old engine part that probably wasn’t worth the effort. Across the room, Emma was locked in a heated argument with Mikey over which cartoon to watch, battling for the remote.

The moment (Y/N) walked in he froze for a moment, scanning the room. His sharp eyes caught the grease streaking the walls, the crumpled wrappers on the floor, and Mikey holding the remote like it was a weapon.

“Mikey,” (Y/N) said, tone sharp enough to slice through the noise. The boy immediately turned, startled by the interruption. Without a word, (Y/N) reached into his pocket and tossed him a wrapped dorayaki. “Eat that and stop arguing. You’ll break the remote, and we don’t have the money to replace it.”

Mikey blinked, then caught the snack midair, a grin spreading across his face. “Thanks, (Y/N)!” he said, his earlier scowl forgotten.

“Not fair!” Emma’s voice shot through the calm. She crossed her arms, glaring at (Y/N). “Why does he get a snack?!”

(Y/N) shifted, setting the tray down and placing a glass of juice in front of her. “Because you, Emma, need this more. Arguing over cartoons won’t get you anywhere.” His tone left no room for negotiation. “Drink up.”

Emma grabbed the glass, muttering under her breath but drinking all the same.

(Y/N) turned to the eldest, who was furiously twisting a bolt into place. “Shinichiro,” he called, the name laced with pointed disapproval. “You’re forcing it. Hand it over before you break something. God knows where you get the strength to destroy everything"

Shinichiro let out a defeated sigh but complied, handing the wrench over. “You’re too bossy, you know that?”

Ignoring him, (Y/N) crouched down, loosening and realigning the bolt in a few smooth movements. “Done. Now stop wrecking things just because you’re impatient. Use your brain.”

“You make it look so easy,” Shinichiro muttered, scratching the back of his neck.

“That’s because it is.” Standing up, (Y/N) scanned the room one more time. Mikey was on the couch now, munching on his dorayaki. Emma flipped through her book, and Shinichiro returned to tinkering—but with noticeably more care. The house was finally at peace, at least for the moment.

Shinichiro glanced at him with a crooked grin. “You’re really good at this, you know? You could probably run a company or something.”

(Y/N) snorted quietly. “Someone has to keep this house standing. Now, wash your hands before you spread grease all over the place, dinner is almost ready."

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The low growl of engines echoed through the empty parking lot. Under the flickering streetlight stood (Y/N), his hands occupied with a thermos and a blanket, his posture as composed as ever. He’d been standing there for some time, but he didn’t so much as shuffle his feet. Waiting wasn’t a problem—it rarely was for him.

Mikey’s bike roared into view first, skidding to a halt just in front of him. The boy swung off with practiced ease, his normally impassive face betraying the faintest hint of exhaustion. Behind him, the rest of Toman parked their bikes haphazardly, their rowdy laughter dying down as they spotted (Y/N).

“Mikey,” (Y/N) greeted, stepping forward. He held the thermos out. “Drink.”

Mikey’s brow furrowed, but he took it anyway, unscrewing the lid. “Hot chocolate?”

“Yes,” (Y/N) said simply. “You’ll sleep better.”

Mikey took a long sip, his stiff shoulders easing slightly. “You didn’t have to come out here.”

(Y/N) ignored the comment, draping a blanket over his shoulders with practiced precision. “You’re running yourself ragged. Rest.”

Behind them, Draken nudged Mitsuya with a grin. “See? He’s not just Mikey’s brother; he’s his babysitter.”

(Y/N)’s eyes snapped to Draken, his sharp gaze cutting through the playful atmosphere. “Draken,” he said coolly. “you want to repeat that?”

Draken froze. “Uh, no.”

(Y/N) gave a curt nod before turning his attention back to Mikey, who was now nibbling on a leftover piece of dorayaki he’d apparently stashed in his pocket. “You’ve done enough for today,” (Y/N) said quietly. “Go home. Sleep.”

Mikey’s lips twitched upward, just slightly. “You’re bossier than Shinichiro ever was.”

“And you’re just as stubborn,” (Y/N) replied, his tone softer now. “Come on.”

As the night wound down, Mikey stayed close to (Y/N), his exhaustion finally catching up to him. “You’re always ready for anything,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

(Y/N) glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “Someone has to be.”

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Here’s a more balanced rewrite of the Bonten section. It softens (Y/N)’s tone, adds interactions with the other Bonten members, and makes him less gloomy while still maintaining his sharp and composed nature.

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The Bonten boardroom was unusually quiet for once, save for the faint rustle of papers and the soft hum of the air conditioning. Mikey sat at the head of the table, his usual calm exterior giving away little of what was on his mind. The other executives glanced at each other now and then, unsure if they should speak or wait.

The sound of the door opening snapped everyone’s attention toward (Y/N) as he stepped inside. His composed demeanor, immaculate suit, and steady presence commanded immediate respect. He carried a leather-bound folder tucked under one arm and a tray in his other hand.

“Good afternoon,” (Y/N) said smoothly, his voice cutting through the tension like a warm knife. He set the tray down at the center of the table, revealing a sleek silver teapot and several cups. “I thought the meeting might benefit from some refreshment. None of you seem to remember the value of staying hydrated. Or value anything that would benefit zour health"

The executives exchanged glances, unsure how to react, but Kakucho gave a small nod of thanks as (Y/N) poured the first cup and slid it toward him. “Much appreciated,” he said.

(Y/N) moved systematically around the table, pouring tea for each member. When he reached Ran, the man smirked. “Didn’t know you were our butler too, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, his tone light but firm. “If I were your butler, Ran, you’d have better manners by now.”

Rindou stifled a laugh, earning a glare from his brother, but (Y/N) moved on without missing a beat. Once everyone had a cup, he turned his attention to Mikey.

“Mikey,” (Y/N) addressed him directly, sliding the last cup across the table. “It’s been hours since you’ve said a word. I assume that means everything’s under control?”

Mikey’s eyes flicked up briefly, meeting (Y/N)’s. “It’s fine,” he said flatly.

“Good,” (Y/N) replied, straightening. “Then there’s no need to linger. This meeting is adjourned.”

The executives exchanged hesitant looks, unsure if they should move before Mikey gave the word. But when Mikey gave a small nod, they began gathering their things and filing out of the room.

As they passed by, (Y/N) paused Kakucho with a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve been limping again,” he said quietly. “Let me look at it later. You’ve likely aggravated the injury from last month.”

Kakucho hesitated, then gave a sheepish nod. “I’ll stop by your office later.”

(Y/N)’s gaze shifted to Sanzu, who had been lingering by the door, his usual manic grin plastered across his face. “And you,” (Y/N) said, his tone sharper. “I saw the dent in your car this morning. You’re not getting away with reckless driving again.”

Sanzu chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Caught me. I’ll fix it.”

“You’d better,” (Y/N) replied, his tone softening slightly. “I’m not replacing your bumper again."

Once the others were gone, (Y/N) turned back to Mikey, who had yet to move from his seat. His expression remained impassive, but (Y/N) knew better than to be fooled by Mikey’s stoicism. He walked to the head of the table and stood across from him, hands clasped behind his back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” (Y/N) asked.

Mikey shook his head, leaning back in his chair. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

(Y/N) nodded, not pushing further. “Very well. But you should at least take a break. Sitting here all day won’t accomplish anything.”

Mikey let out a sigh but didn’t argue. Instead, he stood and gestured for (Y/N) to follow him as they left the boardroom. The walk to Mikey’s office was quiet, but not uncomfortable.

When they arrived, (Y/N) pulled a chair up to Mikey’s desk and began organizing the scattered papers without being asked. “You should delegate more,” he said casually. “That’s what the others are here for. You don’t need to carry everything alone. I think they have proven themselves long ago.”

Mikey watched him for a moment before sitting down on the couch, resting his head against the frame. “They’re not as reliable as you.”

(Y/N) smirked faintly. “You’re too kind.” He leaned back, his tone lightening. “But if you keep letting me clean up after you, they’ll never get the chance to prove themselves.”

Mikey’s lips twitched upward ever so slightly, and for a brief moment, the weight in his gaze seemed to lift. “I guess you have a point.”

(Y/N) gave a small nod, satisfied. “Good. Now, let’s go through what’s left, and then you’re going home early. No arguments.”

Mikey rolled his eyes but didn’t protest, sitting up straighter.

Though the weight of Bonten’s world loomed large, (Y/N)’s steady presence made it bearable, even if just for a moment. And while he wasn’t one to express sentimentality, (Y/N) knew the truth deep down: keeping everyone in line, Mikey especially wasn’t just his duty. It was what made him feel like he still had a purpose in their chaotic, fractured world.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Sano 'Mikey' Manjirou - "While You Count Sheep"

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In which while your boss naps away on the sofa in his office, you sneak in and take off some of his workload in secret as usual. Or; In which even after years of being the loyal secretary to the head of Bonten, "Mikey", you still find yourself taking on more work than necessary if only to let the man sleep a few more minutes.

                                                                                                   

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The door opens with the near-silent click of the latch sliding back with the turn of the handle. [Name] pauses his movements after taking a single step inside the room; his keen ears picking up the sound of his boss sluggishly shifting about in his sleep. He keeps his body still even after the sound movement ceases; it would be a bother if he were caught. Once he was sure the sleeping man had fallen back into the vice grip of rem sleep, [Name] fully entered the room and softly shut the door behind him before directing his attention toward the large desk in the center of the room.

Letting out a quiet huff, he sat himself in the well-cushioned office chair and lowered its height; making sure to keep a mental note of its original position for when he eventually made his exit. He looked over the various collections of paperwork that held themselves together with paperclips in a medley of colors. The normal clutter that frequently occupied the desk was more organized than usual, which, while slightly reassuring, was also alarming. It was almost as if Mikey had done it on purpose to make it easier for him…

Although, the thought of the majorly depressed, nearly sleepless boss of his knowing about his secretive escapades wasn't all that off-putting now that he thought about it. Mikey was someone who had nearly a sixth sense for danger and [Name] doubted that he would allow himself to sleep when he was unaware of his surroundings. The man had more trust issues than he had seen in anybody in his entire lifetime, but he was sure that it was warranted, even if he had no idea of the snow-white-haired man's past.

[Name] shook his head as he moved on to the next collection of papers, already having completed three while he took an occasional glance at his boss's sleeping form. 

Perhaps, after he had finished a good two-thirds of this paperwork, he would try his hand at finding another healthy recipe that Mikey would like. The panda-eyed man's health was another one of his priorities. Even if it was Sanzu who usually takes care of that, [Name] couldn't help but want to pitch in as well. He was, after all, the second closest person to the head of Bonten out of all of its executives and employees.

“Hm…”  

The quiet slurred hum of the sleeping man to his left drew [Name]’s attention for a moment.

He quietly observed the thin man's relaxed expression with interest. Ghostly pale skin that seemed almost white at times, thin black brows that told of his original hair color, long black lashes that lay atop the apples of his cheeks and deep and heavy bags that hung under his eyes. The man resembled an apparition more than he did a human being.

[Name] huffed once again, eyes trailing back to the task at hand as he made a mental note to ask Sanzu to add Vitamin D supplements to Mikey's list of needed medications. 

As he invested himself into ‘his’ work he only vaguely paid mind to the quickly retreating daylight outside the window and the sluggish but certainly not involuntary movements of the supposedly sleeping man in the corner of his eye. Six piles of paperwork turned into five. Five turned to four. Four to three and three to two; and that was enough for now.

[Name] turned his gaze to the clock that hung above the doorway; 02:37, about six or so hours had passed by in what seemed like seconds. He sighed as he quietly rolled the chair back and stood up; staving off the urge to stretch and pop his joints with the reminder that his boss was still asleep only a couple of feet from him.

His eyes landed on said man and met with a pair of half-lidded, sleepy, abyssal black eyes. He froze, not daring to make even an inch under the near-predatory gaze of the panda-eyed man. Mikey, still half asleep, only stared at him unblinkingly before training his vision on the significantly more organized desk.

“You're done now…?”  

Mikey asked quietly, yet his voice seemed to drown out all of the noise of the outside traffic that poured in from the cracked window.

[Name] only nodded, slowly beginning to move again as he sensed no hostility. He pushed in the office chair and adjusted the height back with one, two, three, and a half pumps of the peddle.

“... tell Sanzu I want dorayaki.”  

The snow-haired man spoke again, adjusting his position on the plush cushions of the sofa and sinking into a relaxed lying position again, the blanket pulled to his chin.

“I'll tell him. I'll see you when you need me again, Sir.”  

[Name] replied, giving a respectful bow and moving to exit the room at a quick but still cautious pace.

As he gently pulled open the door, the quiet voice of Mikey caught his ears again, making him pause in movements.

“[Name]... ”  

He turned his head back to look at his panda-eyed boss, his posture respectful even as the white-haired man wiped the dry bits of crust from the corners of his eyes. How the man who masterminded the movements of Bonten managed to be cute and intimidating at the same time completely baffled him.

“... thank you.”  

Mikey muttered as he flicked his eye crust off somewhere across his room.

[Name] offered a small smile and nod as he exited Mikey's office, quietly closing the door behind him.

It seems that he had been discovered since the beginning. How fun.

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[usagikookiejams]

A/N: Hey peeps! Sorry for the long wait 👉🏻👈🏻 I was busy for quite some time due to the final examinations. I hope you guys don't mind me not updating for long. Okayy so here we go, enjoy!~

SOMEONE BAD MOUTHING YOU

Ryuguji Ken, Shiba Taiju, Sano Manjiro

⚠️Warning: curse words, aggressive behavior

Ryuguji Ken (Draken)

Today was weird, Draken felt like everyone was avoiding you for some reason. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. The school bell rang indicating recess time, he walked through the corridor to go to your classroom and have recess together. However, once he walked by the toilet, he heard a conversation mentioning about you, hence he halted his movement. "Do you know that Y/N from Class 3-1 was a bully during elementary school?," "Ugh, no wonder she's in relationship with Draken, they must enjoyed bullying people together during their elementary," the conversation continued which most of the time were about you. Draken couldn't hold it any longer, he has knew you since the elementary! He knew how you were a timid kid, and instead, you were the one that were bullied! That was why he came to your rescue and protected you since then. He approached those students in the toilet, "Repeat that again. I want to decipher whatchu you mean by that... ." They all frozed in their spot, not knowing how to reply. "He! He was the one saying that!," one of them pointed out at a certain guy. Huh..? Draken knows him, he was the guy that confessed to you before and he also went to the same elementary school you both went to. Draken felt enraged and grabbed the said guy's collar. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say that!," "As if! You literally throwing dirt on her name and now you are denying it!." Fast forward, Draken arrived at your class but with the man tailed behind him, "Kenny, why is he here?," you asked curiously. "This guy will confess his sin in front of the school gate after school, you will see why," Draken smirked. Glad to say by the time the school ended, the guy were kneeling in front of you while screaming how he made up those rumour as a revenge for your rejection. The next day, many students approached you to apologize for believing those lies.

Shiba Taiju

Taiju were currently relaxing in his office room. He has ordered one of his subordinate to grab him a drink at the coffee shop across the street. He was minding his own business when suddenly he heard those subordinates of his were chit-chatting at the garden. He happened to hear their conversation due to him currently sitting by the open big window in his office. "Y/N has made our boss becoming less powerful! I hate her! I joined Black Dragon as I admired our boss so much due to his power and strength! But it seems like our boss has become mellow once she came into the frame. How I wish I could broke them up so that we gotta have our old boss back!," the guy that was ordered by Taiju has voiced out his complaint to another subordinate. Without a warning, Taiju jumped from the window and luckily he didn't broke any bones considering that it was quite high. After landing, he threw a punch towards the guy's face. The impact was very shocking, as the guy broke some of his tooth and coughing blood in the process. "I asked you to get me a coffee! Not to badmouthed my girlfriend, asshole!," he kicked the guy in the stomach. The poor guy sworn on his life that he was joking. "Joking my ass! You fucking think I'm dumb huh?!," Taiju continued to punish him. "Drag this guy to the torture room, do as I said or you will become the next target!," Taiju ordered the other subordinate. By the next hour, you entered his office and you could see Taiju was smiling by himself. "Err scary! Why are you smiling like that when no one is around?," you asked him. Taiju walked over to you and hugged you, "Nothing babe. I am just glad that a pest was diposed! He was such an eyesore... ."

Sano Manjiro (Mikey)

Mikey was currently waiting for everyone at the Toman's meeting area. While waiting, he saw some of the Toman's members started to gather there. It seems like none of them noticed him as he waited near the big tree. Mikey started to hear mumblings from the group, so he started to eaves-dropped to their conversation. "Where is Y/N?," "I don't know, maybe she didn't feel like tagging along this meeting anymore," "Glad to hear that, she's no use. I don't know why Mikey let her participates in our meeting. It's not like she helps us fight too." Mikey started to see red, what the hell were they saying about you?! He got up from his position and walked over to the group, "I agree with you guys! Ugh... why would I ever let her in the meeting with us, right?." The group fell silent, most of them looked at Mikey horrified. "Hey, why are you guys not talking anymore? It's okay, just talk! Fill me in with the gossip you have," Mikey faux his smile. They remained silent, that is when Mikey felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He kicked one of them swiftly, making the guy thrown away quite far. The other guys were now begging for forgiveness, saying that they didn't mean what they said about you. Fast forward, you arrived at the meeting area with all of the other founder members of Toman. You ran to Mikey as you saw some of the members scattered on the ground, "What happened Mikey?! Did the enemy group attacked you guys?!." Mikey turned to look at you, "Hehe nothing happened babe! These guys wanna have a match with me so we did, but as you can see, I won!." You sighed and scolded him not to hurt his members anymore. Mikey just nodded his head and walk you along to the other founder members. Unfortunately, the next day, those guys that were found scattered on the ground were nowhere to be found, hmm you wonder why...

[hidden-oracle]

HIII!! CAN WE GET SOME CRUSH HCS FOR TOMAN BOYS WITH A VERY BUBBLY PERSON WHO IS SOMEHOW ALWAYS SMILING READER PLEASE!? if not, please ignore! ^_^

I'm not completely sure what you mean by Toman Boys, so I picked 5 characters from Toman the I see as like the main pillar characters of it.

Manjiro "Mikey" Sano

Brightest Sun

The moment he saw you talking with Hinata was the moment he wanted to keep you safe. Your unyielding kindness and love for others is unmatched. Always helping and taking care of the members of Toman.

He wants you to stay as bright as the sun. So he pushes back his feelings, scared they might extinguish your sun.

Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Brightest smile

Draken knows what this feeling is, the warm feeling in your chest, it's love. Your affection is contagious, he always smiles when you're around. He's not exactly scared, he's just not good at expressing his own feelings.

He's planning on getting you a gift so he can see your smile up close again.

Baji Keisuke

Unknown Wingman

Baji wasn't sure if he should be feeling like this, you where one of Chifuyu's friends. You always brightened up his day when you were around. Unknown to him, Chifuyu saw him every time he tried to sneak a peak at you.

So Chifuyu been inviting you over almost every time he and Baji hanged out in hope Baji would confess.

Takashi Mitsuya

Embroidered Love

Whenever you came by the club, Mitsuya would get distracted, you always have the brightest smile. Lighting up the room. He feels his cheek warm whenever you compliment his work.

One day, he will surprise you with a specialty made jacket. As bright and beautiful as you.

Chifuyu Matsuno.

Living in a shoujo manga

Chifuyu thinks he's in a shojou manga, he still remembers the first time he met you. Your fingers brushed his as you two went for the same manga in the store. That beautiful smile you gave him when you allowed him to take the manga. Made butterflies erupt from his stomach.

The next time he went to the manga shop, he saw you. He is living in a shoujo manga.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hiiii! I'm glad your requests are open again YAYAYYAYAYAY! Could you please do jealous Mikey hcs? Or oneshot? It's your choice. Like a fem!reader and Mikey are dating but he saw her with some unknown guy, laughing with thar guy and etc so he got jealous? (that guy was her cousin--)

I am happy that your are excited my requests are open again, That makes me happy to know people like my blog. I did headcanons for this as I know I could go on and on about a jealous Mikey. Well, I hope you enjoy!

Jealous Mikey Headcanons

Mikey is a pretty laid back guy

But when you aren’t giving all your attentions to him

He gets a little pouty

He wants all your attentions and will do anything to get it

One time you were talking to your male cousin and he went crazy

You were just laughing about the old times

But Mikey clearly didn’t know that

He got really annoyed and started beating up every guy in sight

At first you didn’t really notice

But when you did you were not happy

When you told him to stop, you asked him why

He said because you were giving too much attention to that guy

You said, “You mean him?  He’s just my cousin.  I haven’t seen him in a while.  Where you jealous?”

Of course he refused to answer and pouted more

You laughed and introduced him to your cousin and the two became friends

Jealous Mikey was a handful

But you wouldn’t want him any other way

Because you fell in love with him

Jealous tendencies and all

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[baby-tini]

pussy-whipped! mikey x dick-whipped! reader

This is literally the perfect combination, especially if it's Street Racer!Mikey that we're talking about. This man is definition of pussy whipped, he can literally not go a day without shoving his head in between your thighs, it's an addiction, he needs it. He is at his absolute happiest when his tongue is buried deep in your cunt. He's acts like it his first time with just how eager he is and he's even more eager when you're pulling him into the bathroom stall for a quickie because it all happens so fast for him that he can't even think straight as your tugging at his belt and that cute little you have when you look up at him because your frustrated that his belt isn't coming off. He can't resist laughing at you because you didn't even unbuckle silly girl, how do you expect it too come off when it's not even un-done? He also loves just how much sex happens between the two of you, it's very rare for you two go hours without at least a quickie- muchless days. Even if he's busy with racing, he'll help you get off through the phone- it's even better if you meet him at the track because then he can help you and he's so willing that it's cute, always looking up at you with those big eyes as he drops to his knees in front of you.

[flare-the-drawer]

'He guessed his favorite color on the first try, though there was nothing to be guessed :)'

Inspired by @starlightshadowsworld 's post here

Video version:

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

Sanzu: Did you hang out with Draken last night?

Mikey: You know.. Yeah, I did

Sanzu: Oh~ I love Draken!

Mikey: You hate Ken-chin

Sanzu: YEAH NO SHIT MIKEY

[yanderederee]

I’mHere

cw: yan!themes/mentions of murder/attempted murder/angst/little comfort at end (lowkey yan!reader? oops)

a/n: I’ve had an idea to write this for a long long time now, and only now felt the motivation to do so. Sorry I can’t help having a savior complex~

—-*depicts PreManila!Mikey

Part1 … Part2 … Part3 … Part4 … Now~

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How long had it been since Mikey went missing, now? How many years had it been since he broke your heart, with that dark and empty look? Your Manjiro… what happened to make him look at you with those dead eyes?

All these years later, you still hadn’t found the answers to any of these questions. Even when you tried to escape the mystery of his leaving, the guilt of not knowing ate away at you. Sure, Mikey had his own issues he had to work out. He was severely messed up over the continuous misfortunes that littered his life. But you always hoped he would keep you by his side to help him find the peace he deserved.

After his disappearance, Toman did their best to look after you. Having been one of Mikey’s support systems, they respected all the effort you put into coddling him. Draken especially. Over the years, they would maintain contact with you, but never had any information to comfort your plagued conscience.

Recently, however…. Obituaries of your once friends were popping up left and right.

Murdered.

Your head spun when Draken’s funeral invitation sat in your shaking hands. Draken? Of all people, he was the strongest person you knew. Dead? Just like Mitsuya, Hakkai, Sanzu—everyone. Was there anyone left to cry to? Takemichi briefly occupied your thoughts, he was still alive, right? But he’d been out of contact for so long, would he even recognize you?

All the death and disappointment of the rotting world had taken its own toll on your mental state. All these years, it was still hard to find stable work. All your money was spend to surviving, your head just barely above water. No matter how hard you tried doing better, nothing ever got better. Not since Mikey left.

The night of Draken’s closed casket funeral came to pass, and all that remained was your sobbing self, having just made it back to your quiet home. Everything became more real all over again. Every single time you attended your old friend’s funerals, something inside you felt like it died all over again.

It wasn’t worth dragging yourself to bed. Wasn’t worth changing out of the same black dress you’ve worn so many times now. You may as well be buried in it. You were surely to be next; right? No one knew who the murderer was, but given the grudge on Toman, you had to be somewhere on the list; right?

You didn’t even care, at this point. Let them come. There wasn’t anything left to keep you connected to this damned existence anyway. Not since that day. Not without your Manjiro.

In the middle of the night, your sleep was once again interrupted with another nightmare. This was normal.

What wasn’t normal was this weird ominous feeling. Like something was watching you. Maybe it was because your window blinds were wide open. Maybe it was because of your bad habit to leaving your front door unlocked. Regardless, that fear quickly dissipated.

You had no tears left to cry, and felt numb to the events that plagued your thoughts at every waking hour. If something bad were to happen, perhaps you would welcome it.

“How pitiful…” you croaked out a humorless laugh. That was right. You didn’t care if something happened to you. Not anymore.

“You’re awake…” spoke a familiar voice. Despite your previous claim of fearing nothing, you broke out into a cold sweat at the sudden sound. There was someone in your apartment. Staring at you. It was instinctual to look around for who.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Having heard him the second time much closer now, your head snapped to the side, about ten feet away was a man. He was shorter, with long black hair and dark dress attire. The room was dark, so even while he was hard to make out, your eyes zoned in directly to the intruder’s eyes.

Your own eyes welled with tears. You knew that empty gaze anywhere. It was him, finally.

“Manjiro…” you whispered affectionately. There was no mistaking him. Weak in the knees, you still attempted to meet him in standing. What do you even say? Should you be mad, he broke in, right? You should be angry about the way he left you—everyone, without reason. Yet the only thing you felt was gratitude.

“I missed you.” You admitted. There was nothing left for you to lose, not even pride.

Mikey’s expression flinched, but only for a moment. He was always weak to your crying. His lips gaped for a second, but slipped back into a thin line. He held back words you so desperately wanted to hear.

“Never kicked that bad habit of yours, I see.”

He was talking about your unlocked door.

“You were never good at picking locks, how else would you get in?”

“Were you expecting me?”

“Hoping more than expecting.”

“You should value your life more, you know.”

“So I am next, aren’t I?”

He was once again at a loss of words. You were right, but he expected you to at least scream at him for leaving the way he did, wail about why he would commit the atrocity of murdering everyone he cared about, beg him to spare you. Anything.

Mikey stepped closer, til you were within reach. He drew out to touch your cheek, expecting you to recoil and dodge. Yet when his cold skin met with your tear stained cheeks, you all but nuzzled into his hand.

“Were you lonely?” You asked, even though you knew the answer. He had lost himself to that same loneliness a long time ago.

“I’m sorry,” you gently laid a hand over the back of his own, warming him with what little heat you had. “I should have ran after you that day. I shouldn’t have let you go so easily. I’m sorry.” You apologized again, a mournful expression taking over as your tears fell in doubles.

“I didn’t give you a choice.” He answered, slowly bringing up his other hand to lightly caress the soft skin on your neck. With one hand, he tightened his grip around your neck. “You never had a choice.”

While it became more difficult to breathe, it wasn’t impossible. He definitely had the strength to do so physically. Yet you two stood in longing eye contact.

“I’ve been as good as dead for a long time now,” you offered him a weak smile, once again leaning into his hand. “My life has been yours, ever since we first met. Do with it as you will.”

“I’m just so happy I finally get to see you again…” you desperately wished to throw your arms around him, breathe in his scent and give him all the warmth you had to offer. But the grasp on your neck kept you in place.

“Why…” Manjiro couldn’t understand. “Why don’t you feel any resentment towards me? I was the one who ruined everything back then. Even to this day, I’ve killed so many friends. Even if you hold no value for your own life, you cared about them, right? Or did they mean nothing to you?” His grip tightened, causing you to choke.

Dare you explain yourself? He was about to give you the closure you craved, either way.

“Revenge was always your thing, not mine. I’ve no use for it. Not when the only thing that now matters to me is already right in front of me…”

Mikey narrowed his gaze. “You really should value your life more.” He graveled with another squeeze, cutting off your air flow.

You didn’t struggle. “My life… is yours…” you repeated, smiling past the tears running down your face.

It made his stomach twist. Was it disgust? No, guilt. After everything, you were just equally as broken. Lonely, with no one to turn to. Just like him.

He imagined you, back in middle school. With all your passion and laughter. He remembered your embrace, the tears you shed were always on his behalf. Your selfless acts of service.

His hand around your throat squeezed even tighter, bruising the soft skin underneath, before ultimately letting you go completely.

“Mine… you say…” Manjiro sighed, hanging his head. He couldn’t do it. He thought he’d killed all the emotions he had. Thought he could leave it all behind and wipe the slate clean. But he couldn’t. Not when his heart still yearned for something. You— always you. Only you, now…

“Yours,” you affirmed hoarsely, cradling his head against your shoulder tenderly. Your beating heart sped up, so eager to have him close.

Despite all his sins, you were elated to still have him. Your Manjiro.

Again at a loss of words, Mikey sighed, allowing himself to be held. He fell slack against your arms, and loosely wrapped his arms around your waist. “I still have you…” he affirmed himself, like hope still existed.

You nodded, and eased him in further. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly, combing your fingers up the nape of his neck and gently scratching his scalp. Your other hand smoothed over his back up and down.

He was real. In your arms at last.

“I’m here.”

And he believed it. He didn’t care if you were lying or manipulating him. Having been ready to end it all himself, with nothing else to live for, and neither did you.

Just two lonely souls seeking each other. This was enough. Even if he couldn’t end it tonight, he could in the future. Even if he had nothing else left to keep him attached to this rotting world, he still craved your embrace. If only for that one thing, he wanted to be alive.

To hold you; and to be held by you.

Even if nothing else mattered, you were there. And that was enough, if only for tonight.

And so, Mikey closed his eyes, and finally found the peace he’d long been searching for. If only for tonight, he slept in comfort and content. And when he woke, you would still be there, your life forfeit, and his to claim.

Life had meaning again.

Even if that meaning was just each other.

[littlecoya]

My attempt at doing humor

[narcjsistx]

Hii! I hope you're doing well! I love your account so much! Could you do Mikey taking care of sick reader? Thank you so much in advance!

— Manjiro Sano takes care of you HCS ᡣ𐭩

Being stupid, at first he would make fun of you for getting sick, I mean, he never gets sick and you do? Unlucky!

Kind of guy who, after making fun of you, almost apologizes when he sees you annoyed. However, if anyone other than your friend or someone he knows you know dares to make fun of you, they can be considered dead. HE is your BOYFRIEND, he has some kind of special pass to do it!

He would tell you to come to his house to use his room or Emma's to rest, so as to have you all to himself for cuddles or in any case to take care of. If you can go, so be it, get ready for an extra marathon of kisses and hugs, but if you can't there's no problem, he'll come to your house and you'll do the same things there. He believes that having you sick is an advantage for spending more time together

He doesn't know exactly how it works when a person is sick... well, it's usually others who take care of him. So yes, be prepared to have Emma constantly on calls with her brother advising him on how to handle it like what medicines to give you, how to fix yourself in your bed if you're uncomfortable...

"Don't come next to me, you could get sick too" these are your famous last words before finding him like a koala pressed against you under the covers. Even if he got a fever he wouldn't care, he MUST be close to YOU, it's like a basic need like drinking water. Due to this, Toman's meetings will be suspended for a few days... at least until you feel a little better enough to make him feel comfortable if he leaves the house

Usually you're the only one he gives half of his taiyaki, but if you're sick he might even give up eating the sweet and give it all to you. It's quite a rare case actually, you'd practically have to be on the verge of death to get this grace from him, but the thought is appreciated... ig

The kind of guy who knows that your whole body is hot with fever, but wouldn't give up sleeping on your chest. He may wake up with a red face from the heat, but as long as he has rested on your chest which is his favorite place to rest, he doesn't mind the red face

To cheer you up a little when you're really down about being sick, he would bring the whole of Toman for you to enjoy. It has happened more than a few times that you fell asleep and when you woke up there were like twenty guys (including captains, vice captains and random members) in your room playing cards on the floor. Hearing you scream in surprise wasn't the exact reaction Mikey was expecting since he thought you would praise him in front of everyone for being such a thoughtful and attentive boyfriend (you did it later anyway)

[axxa-the-allikatt]

(ᵕ—ᴗ—) I’m sorry for the ages long delay. Been having zero inspiration for anything in life. But I got this done :>

I didn’t know what to write about so I did a crack fic on bonten finding out about Sanzu’s relationship. Ignore the fact that the characters are a bit ooc TwT

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Reactions of the Bonten members for you 🫴

1. Mikey.

No reaction. Duh. Shorty needs therapy, not tea about his pet dog’s hoe.

2. Kakucho.

He didn’t care either. As long as Mikey was satisfied, and nobody was getting into serious (haha) trouble, he wouldn’t push his nose into their business.

3. The Haitani brothers.

They had a sinking feeling something was going on but assumed that Sanzu was up to another one of his most definitely illegal shenanigans. So imagine their absolute horror and surprise when this ‘happy mood’ of the mad dog, Sanzu Haruchiyo, (who had the patience span of a two year old toddler that wanted its binky), lasted more than a month.

They decided to find what god was showering their blessing down.

4. Kokonoi.

Well, Kokonoi couldn’t care less what was up with the feral man, but the considerable reduction in cash spent on a shit ton of drugs caught his attention. This was news. Anything that saved so much money was worth looking into. So, in this case, what was it? He decided to find out.

5. Takeomi.

What was going on? Was the world ending? Where was the Sanzu he knew (not very well)? Who was this happy creep in their suite? Looks like he had some sleuthing to do.

- A temporary alliance was thus formed, consisting of the Haitani brothers, and Kokonoi. (They didn’t want that old geezer to join them-)

So there were a few possibilities.

1) He had kidnapped enough people to torture them for the next few months (possible but unlikely or it would have been viral on the news).

2) He had stocked up on a drug that sent him up to good heavens (also possible but unlikely since his drug sprees more often than not led to killing sprees which again would have been viral on the news).

3) He was genuinely happy about something or, OR, someone. Gasp.

This theory was decided to be the most unlikely but they had no proof going for either of these options. So they decided to find proof.

Attempt 1-

The best way to get Sanzu talking was to get him to do something fun. Like torturing traitors. The perfect opportunity came up when a few men were foolish enough to get caught selling out their secrets. The Haitanis were instructed to ‘take care’ of these traitors and they decided it would a good time to get Sanzu to join them.

On the fine sunny morning, the Haitanis found Sanzu in the kitchen, grabbing some drugs to start off the day fresh. Walking up to him Ran leaned against the counter, making sure he had Sanzu’s attention, before asking him whether he would like to join them for some ‘fun’. Sanzu was silent for a few moments before shaking his head. “I’ve got better people to deal with.“ Hmm, so theory number one was probably correct. Hm, simple enough, Sanzu was always unpredictable. Kidnapping several people didn’t even cover a fourth of it. Oh well, that was case solved th- “Besides- I don’t want to get my hands too dirty”….. He didn’t- he- the Sanzu Haruchiyo didn’t want to GET HIS HANDS TOO DIRTY?! WTF?!

*explosion noises in the background*

Sanzu- 1 / Alliance- 0

Attempt 2-

Well, attempt one was a no go, so the next option was to take him to a club. If theory number two was correct, and Sanzu did have a stock of good drugs, he mostly probably won’t be satisfied with the cheap drugs at the club and would therefore not accept it. Foolproof plan. Or so they thought.

It was a cloudy evening and anybody who enjoyed their existence would be found strolling in the park and enjoying the weather. Which is exactly why the Haitanis and Kokonoi, along with Sanzu, were found 15 feet underground in a crowded club filled with pretty ladies and petty men. Bonten obviously owned the club and were shown to their private area. Lounging themselves on the sofas that would cost the average man a kidney, the Haitanis happily bathed in the attention from the several skimpily dressed women. Kokonoi was sitting in the corner of the sofa, sipping on an expensive drink. All three of their eyes were trained on Sanzu, who was declining a woman who was offering him some of the white powder he usually loved. Hmmmmmmmmm. Perhaps-

“I told you, woman, I don’t need that! Fuck off!” Sanzu hissed, shooing away all the women who usually hung around him. “Oh? Sanzu not doing drugs? Is the world ending?” Rindou chuckled. “Shut the fuck up! I’m just trying to reduce on the substances-“…..REDUCE HIS DRUG INTAKE?!

*explosion noises in the background*

Sanzu- 2 / Alliance- 0

Attempt 3-

No way in hell theory number three was right. No fucking way. How could they even get him to tell them if he was seeing someone?-

There they all were, in their weekly meeting.“Ran, Rindou. Mikey wants you two to collect the goods at the dock. We’re expecting some trouble so be prepared. Sanzu, you’ve got permission to join them.” Kakucho instructed. The Haitanis nodded, then looked at Sanzu.

“Nah. I’ve got a date.”

“…..”

*explosion noises in the background*

Sanzu- 3 / Alliance- 0

Hence your relationship was exposed. And he would definitely skin anyone who pestered you too much. Although, he never mentioned your name or any personal information. But they knew. And it still haunts them in their dreams.

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The fic’s not too Sanzu X You centric but I hope you liked it TwT

@germanpansexual @raythebestboiever

[koishiro]

can you do a bonten!mikey moodboard!? Thank you!

Dating Bonten!Mikey Sano <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : why did this take me so long to do?!?! wahahhaa ><