help bc the manjiro brain rot is so real rn, i can’t stop thinking about the mikey 4sum i immediately followed after reading it and how they’ll take care of their new pregnant wifey.. is it okay if i request domestic and nsfw hcs 🥺
SFW-
-It's a pretty chaotic situation, especially when they don't know who exactly got you pregnant, but then again, they're not too caught up on it because the baby is gonna look like them regardless of who the father is. One of them is always with you at all times, there's three of them, so there's never- if rarely ever a situation where at least one of them isn't with you.
-Manila!Mikey and Bonten!Mikey have a bet going on, on which gender the baby will be, Manila!Mikey thinks it's a girl and Bonten!Mikey thinks it'll be a boy. Kanto!Mikey really doesn't care, he just hopes the baby is healthy... but he's secretly hoping for a girl that looks and acts exactly like you.
-You and that baby will be the most protected people in the world, you're with three notorious gang leaders, no one is touching you, ever. At least without all three of their explicit permissions, and yours of course. You also, live in a very high-security house, and all them always have guns on them, and as I said, at least one of them is always with you.
-All three of them are with you at every appointment, there is not a single appointment that they've missed and they don't planned too ever start. Manila!Mikey asks a lot of questions about your pregnancy and if the baby is okay, Bonten!Mikey and Kanto!Mikey ask too... when Manila!Mikey isn't talking over them.
-Manila!Mikey is always touching the baby bump, he'll even talk to the little thing, and when you point out that the baby can't hear him- or even understand him for that matter. He'll look up at you with the smuggest grin and go, "oh yeah?... kick mommy if you understand me." When the baby kicks right at the moment, he jumps up with the most shit-eating grin you've ever seen as he "proves" his point
-Bonten!Mikey is rather quiet as he lays you in his lap with a hand rubbing the baby bump, whispering little things in your ear, hopes for the baby too have your glowing eyes and soft smile. Kanto!Mikey is also pretty quiet and just bathes in the silence as he cuddles with you in the soft linen sheets.
-Speaking of, you all sleep in the same bed together, especially now that you're pregnant. Where and how you sleep is pretty arranged, you'll sleep on the chest of whoever is in the middle, they take turns being in the middle every night. It's better for you anyway, considering you can't lay on your stomach, especially as you're belly grows bigger throughout the pregnancy.
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-Before you got pregnant, foursomes were quite frequent. They don't see any point in taking turns when you're physically able too take them all at the same time. It was overwhelming for you, pleasurably so, all the stimulation from multiple different areas and being completely and utterly filled to the brim.
-When you brought up just how sore and tender your breasts were from the pregnancy, and with them growing, it started too become quite painful for you, so when their pretty girl comes to them with wet eyes and whines of pain because of it, they really can't resist, so they don't. They have no problem sucking on your nipples in order too replace the painful sensations with pleasurable ones. One of each as the third makes-out with you.
-Now, you did tell them that sex is still plausible even while your pregnant, but they're... quite cautious. Especially when your stomach starts getting bigger. So towards the end of your pregnancy, they mostly turn too anal and oral sex. There's not frequent vaginal penetration because they're worried for the baby.
-While you are pregnant, they're much softer while having sex with you though, leaving soft little kisses down your neck as they take turns bringing you too multiple orgasms with their tongues.
-It was mostly out of curiosity with Manila!!Mikey but, with how sensitive your nipples are, he wanted too see if you could cum just from having your nipples played with, and that's just what he does, with Kanto and Bonten!Mikey as spectators.
-Sex is also a bonding thing for them, as in, one of them could be actively having sex with you as another talks you through it and the third, fully clothed, runs a hand through your hair.
-With their being four.. parents? They're able too switch out when they want too have sex with you, after you have the child. If the kid is being whiney, one of them can go tend to the child as the other two take care of you. They'll just continue that routine because it's easy for all of them and more importantly, it's much easier on you.
Inspired by a recent exchange ;) reader insert, needles… it’s about me getting pierced (also probably inaccurate cause the only piercings I got were in a claire’s)
I spend the whole car ride there squirming and flicking the door lock on and off. You try not to let it annoy you. I’m just nervous, and with good reason too. By the time we pull up you have to half drag me out of the passenger seat by my white knuckle grip around your hand. You check me in for my appointment while I hide my face in the corner between your shoulder and neck, only peaking out so the person checking me in can confirm is it me on my ID. The piercer is waiting for us by the time we’ve confirmed everything and I shuffle behind you still keeping my mouth shut. You help me on to the table as the piercer snaps on gloves and waves ahead at me expectingly. I shove my face into your chest and reach for my waist band slowly pulling down my leggings revealing my hairy thighs (thank you testosterone ❤️) I pause in just my boxers and you pull them off of me while I lift my ass off the table allowing you to shimmy them down to me knees and then off my legs entirely with my leggings. You pull away then to sit behind me on the table and I turn to follow you, hiding my red cheeks from the piercer.
“they have to see what their doing”
you chastise me and twist me back around so that I am laying on my back with my chest in your criss cross lap. I make an embarrassed merp noise and reach down to cover myself but from your position it is easy to grab my hands and pull them above my head where I grab hold of the hem of your shirt. The piercer aproaches the foot of the table and I clench my thighs together on instinct. You lean over me to pull my thighs apart and over opposite sides of the table. The piercer is leaning in now and I can feel their hands ghost over me planning what to move and where to place the marks. I move my hands down to block their view but you intercept and again hold my hands in your lap. When I start squirming more and trying to sit up you shift in order to hold both of my hands in one of yours and place a forearm in front of my mouth. You aren’t surprised when I latch down with force intended to at the very least leave a lasting mark. The piercer starts spreading my lips and tugging at skin to find the most fitting place for a cock ring before wiping me down with an alcohol swab, I bite down harder on you at the smell and feeling to the cold wipe. Then the piercer marks where the needle will enter and exit my cock with a sterile marker, they lean back and check the placement from multiple angles before nodding and changing gloves. The needle is pulled from its sterile packaging and lined up with my cock as you pinch at my nipples to distract me. I taste blood as the needle passes through my cock and my legs start kicking out while it’s still in me. You let go of my hands to hold down my legs as the piercer settles the new jewelry in place.
the aftercare instructions are lost on me as I try not to cum from the continuing ache where the new ring sits.
Wielding both magic and Machina
She's a Witch for a New Age ⚡
Wicked Thunder! So Static update: We cleared M3S the second to last week of October and started dipping our toes into M4S. Then 7.1 dropped and we took a week off from prog because we're having a lil' roster shuffle and a new member! We've jumped back into weekly 1-3 reclears this week and when everyone's fully geared we'll be on this Thiccion for the long haul!
My poster for the March for Science. [Front: #BlackLivesMatter is a Science Issue! #NoDAPL is a Science Issue! #Accessibility is a Science Issue! #Flint Water Crisis is a Science Issue! Back: #HB2 is a Science Issue! #MuslimBan is a Science Issue! #NoWall is a Science Issue! WE need to do Better! I Stand with #MarginSci] I may draw some symbols on the side but otherwise I think I am happy with it?
It was quiet… too quiet. The leaky pipe making puddles on the floor. The cold, damp air causes goosebumps to perk up on your arms and the hairs to stand up. Trying to move slightly, you hiss at the sharp cuffs as they bite at your raw wrists, the chair groans as you wriggle around in discomfort. Your thighs numb from not moving around, cracking your neck, you whine at the release of tension. The tight ropes giving you some relief when you inhale but cause you to choke up from the smell of bleach. Your ass is sore from the hard, wooden chair as you attempt to wiggle again, get some of the blood flow back into your legs, stretching them feels to hard as the lack of flow makes them feel heavier.
There's a bang upstairs… like a gun shot, then a harsh, bloody cry. One of pain and agony, it feels close but.. far? You're tired, hungry.. dazed maybe? Were you drugged? No, maybe it's just the lack of oxygen from the stuffy room, cold enough to be a basement.. but not quiet enough to be soundproof. Screaming might work, then again, alerting your.. kidnappers, won't benefit you, not even a little, but it's all you got. Although before you can even inhale the air there's a door that slams open not too far away from where you're tied up. It sounds broken from the sickening crack you hear reverberate off the walls. The stampede of steps sound angry, aggressive, the harsh groan of the steps and ear-splitting squeak of shoes tells you that much.
There's loud yelling in Japanese, then a sharp slap to your face, your head flies left so hard your neck cramps up, causing a dull pain to shoot through you. The whimper in pain is laughed off by the men… men? Maybe two, possibly three but you can't tell for sure. It hurts though, everything hurts, and everything hurts even more when a rough hand grabs a fist-full of your hair and yanks back at the root, causing a scream to rip from your throat, only for a bigger, colder hand to clamp around your throat and squeeze tight. A hand, soft and warm wipes away the sweat from your brow, sliding from your cheek to the fat of your lips and running a thumb? over it, tapping the bottom twice, your jaw dropping for entry, the loose feeling of your jaw is nice, until you feel a cold, hard piece slip between them… a gun. The tip of your tongue meets the trigger and you freeze up, attempting to pull away, only for the hand gripping your hair to pull you forward, making you gag on it. There's bile attacking the back of your throat, trying to force it back with a swallow only makes the gun slide deeper, the metal cutting the corners of your lips as your blindfold is pulled off.
"There's no use in pulling back, angel." A man, more on the shorter side, no taller than 5'5, with black hair speaks to you. His voice sound's deep and alluring, you'd go as far as to say sexy if it weren't for the circumstances. He looks similar to his counterpart, the one with white hair, just, not the blonde. The blonde looks the same.. but different? He looked meaner, more provokable, the one with his hand around your throat. The blondes hand tightened when you continued to force yourself away from the gun in the hand of the man with white hair.
There's little strength used to push you back onto the gun, your throat spasming around the intrusive piece of metal. The gag that comes from your throat is loud but muffled at the same time. The hand used to push you further onto the Dessert Eagle -that also has his hand in your hair- is connected to that of a black-haired man, the cut and color really fitting his skin tone and face. He's attractive.. they all are, but, you're still tied up in their basement, the ropes still tight around your abdomen. The prickly fibers on the rope, passing through your thin clothes and leaving an itchy and raw feeling on your skin. The ropes rubbing against the inevitable cuts on your stomach and chest.
The black-haired man leans down, as he pulls your head further back, the quirk of his lips obvious but not genuine. His eyes are the worst, big, black, soulless pits. There's something.. dark, maybe sinister even. Eyes that belong to a killer, not a human being. The eyes of tragedy and sin, not of praise and prayer. He's.. too close, his big black, bottomless eyes, they're scary. Like they can see through you, like theres nothing in them. You can't see a pupil, does he have pupils? He must, but then again, he's not the most… normal looking man you've ever met.
You're lost in a daze, the mans dark eyes like a never-ending abyss, that, you don't realize the calling of your name by the three men, that is, until you feel the hand wrapped around your throat -by the long-haired blonde- slap your cheek. Not as hard as you would've guessed but hard enough to snap you out of your daze. The cloudiness of your eyes leaving and the limp state goes away. The redirect of your mind leads you to look at the man with white hair. He has the same dead, black eyes but.. he looks more tired, more exhausted. He looks like skin and bones, the clothes he's wearing hanging off him noticeably.
The man with white hair speaks up, "When one of us asks a question, you answer, not a moment before and certainly not a moment after. Do you understand.. I said, Do. You. Understand?" You give a nod after a moment of hesitance, the pupil of your eyes dilate at the gun. Your whole body is trembling, "are you gonna kill me..?" It comes out as a muffled whimper, around the gun, less of what you planned but suitable nonetheless, given the situation. You wish they didn't hold so much power but.. these men looked dangerous, it would be best to play as submissive as possible.. be their little angel, so to speak.
The white-haired man stares at you for a second, "I won't kill you if… you give me what I want, deal?" There's an automatic nod to your head. The glow in your eyes speaks for you, as you try to lean forward ready to give them everything… only to freeze at the sadistic grin he -the white-haired man- gives you. The man, slides the gun out of your mouth and uses it to lift your chin, "You eager.. huh, pretty doll?" The fat of your cheeks flush at his words but you don't pull away, not like you were ables to anyway. He -the white-haired man- leans down in-front of your face, "You don't know what I want.. do you babydoll.. huh?" There's an automatic shake of your head, the back down, courtesy of the fear you're feeling. Then comes the tears, the salty water pouring down your cheeks as your throat starts to close up and you start to panic.
There's a quick swap of position, the blonde now stands behind you, with a loose hand around your throat. The black-haired man still has a fist in your hair, but his other hand starts wiping away the tears from your cheeks and rubbing his thumb under your brow to coarse you into a false sense of vulnerability. The white-haired man stays put, the gun still pointed in your face and those dark eyes still glued on you as his hands stay eerily steady.He doesn't seem bothered and you'd bet millions that he's not, this seems to be an everyday occurence for him.
"W- what did you want..?" your voice leaves in a stutter, the sound of a pained whimper, is apparent to the men, that you're terrified. Then again, they could tell by your eyes, the eyes of a scared fawn, just what they like. The blonde speaks up, "We want our money back… the same money you and your little boyfriend owe us." There's a confused gargle at the back of your throat as you look up at him. The black-haired man starts chuckling, "C'mon now, princess. I really hope you don't pull the confusion bullshit like everyone else.." You shake your head at them, "I truly don't know what you're talking about, I didn't steal money."
The blondes hand tightened around your throat, the red imprints already stinging, "lying will only make us angry, maybe you should try telling us the truth. You'll get out of here a lot quicker if you do." You shake your head, only for it to be yanked back by the hand in your hair. The hand in your hair starts moving your head in a 'yes' motion and he laughs in your face, leaning closer. "You'll tell us what we want to know, angel?" The man guides your head again, moving it against your will, causing more tears to slip down your cheeks as your cries come out in pained whines because of the hand necklace you were so kindly given, against your will, of course.
The blonde speaks up, "we know you know what money we're talk- what's this, huh?" He pulls out a dime bag of coke from your bra. The reaction is immediate, to start thrashing in the chair again. Causing the black-haired man to lose his grip on your hair and get pushed away. The slap to your thighs are an immediate aftermath, the stinging causes your thighs to twitch open involuntarily. The gunman steps between them, he's close, too close, his breath smells of red bean paste, dorayaki.. maybe? The man slips the gun down from your jugular to your collarbone, leaving a angry red line.
"Please, that's not mine, I'm just… holding it for a friend. I- It- please, sir listen." There's a look between the men then a laugh. The black- haired man speaks up, getting close to your ear. "Sir, huh? That a lil'.. kink of yours sweetheart?" There's an immediate look of embarrassment, the dark blush climbing up your neck. The blonde leans down on your right, "oh, she likes that… you like this don't you? You like being tied up and having a gun pointed at your head, huh? You're a sick little bitch, you know that?" His hand glides down your clavicle to your stomach, then trailing down to your thighs then gliding his hand back up. The blonde takes out a knife and cuts the restraints on your wrists and ankles, then sheathes it back into his pocket.
"Please… it wasn't on me, it was Akamai, I swear, I didn't know, those fucking drugs aren't mine." There's a whine to the plead in your voice, just noticeable for the three… men, in front of you. "But, that's not entirely true… is it, pretty girl? You knew what your little… what? Boyfriend? Was doing, you came with him, is he.. your little..?"He gestures to your clothes. His two brothers behind him also give you curious eyes. Giving you a full once over, staring at your breasts, a little longer then necessary.
There's a look of disgust on your face, "are you calling me a whore??" There's a harsh lash in your tone. There's a chuckle from all three men. "No princess, well.. maybe, I mean look at you, you're dressed like a little slut. I wouldn't be surprised to find that he'd pimp you out?" It's quick- but not quick enough, your attempt to wrangle the throat of the man in front of you is quickly shut down by his twin? Brother? You're still not sure, but they're too similar to just be brothers. Then again, you doubt they'll tell you, if the gun pointed at your head right now tells you anything. BANG.
The bullet speeds past your face, cutting your cheek in the process. There's a slight sting but nothing serious. The bullet hits the drywall behind you, leaving a small hole. The sickly looking man leans down in-front of you and laughs in your face. His breath reeks of sugary treats.
You're yanked out of the chair by your hair, you trip and fall to your knees but the white-haired man continues to drag you to a door, it leads to a smaller room with a bed. The room is bland and cold, there's only a bed, with no sheets or covers.. no pillow and comforter either. The bed itself is small and looks to be covered in.. blood. The fluids on the bed are dried and old, browning in spots and dark red in others.
"Is this where you keep your sex slaves?" There's a chuckle from the blonde and black-haired man but a scoff from the man dragging you by your hair, "we don't keep "sex slaves".. we don't need to. Women pay to have sex with us, angel.. but there's a first for everything. Maybe you're the golden girl, hm?" The man lays you down on the bed and the black-haired man stands next to him. "Yeah, I like her, we'll keep her." The men make the agreement together, disregarding you completely.
"Who are you guys anyway?" There's a silence then a scoff from each men, "you seriously don't know who we are?" You hesitate for a moment, "I know who you guys are, kinda, The Sano brothers… that's it, I don't even.. know your names." They all step towards you simultaneously, the white-haired man speaks first.
"I'm Manjiro Sano, the one with black-hair is Jiro Sano and the blonde is Mikey Sano." The white-haired man clarifies. You look between the men. "So, are you guys- Manjiro and Jiro twins?" They nod. Then Mikey walks around his brothers and pushes you down on to the bed.
"We're willing to cut you a deal, sweetheart, sex in exchange for your freedom, we'll have your.. boyfriends head instead, sound good?" He states, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. You look at Mikey then his brothers, nodding your head as you kiss at Mikeys finger-tips. All three men grin and the other two get on the bed as well.
Jiro, pushes you down to climb on top of you. As he starts to kiss up your neck, Manjiro kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as he runs his hand down your stomach, to your thighs and pulls them open. Mikey climbs in-between them, pulling at your pants. He throws them to the side, he takes his thumb and runs it over your clit, through your panties. He slips his index down you clothed slit. There's a wet patch under his fingers and he pats your cunt a couple times.
You whine into the mouth enclosing yours, running your left hand through Jiros hair. Tugging at the black strands, he groans into your neck, biting down a little harder. He pulls back to see the fresh teeth imprints, then he goes back down, he starts to mark other parts of your neck. Mikey licks you through your panties, nipping at the fabric and nuzzles his nose into your clit, causing you to try and jerk away. Mikey grabs you by the thighs and pulls you back down, towards his mouth.
He finally pulls your panties off and swipes the tip of his tongue over your clit, twirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves. Then sucking harshly on it. You pull yourself away from Manjiros mouth, to throw your head back and cry out in ecstasy. The cry is pretty to them, they want- they need more, they're hungry for it. Mikey pulls back from the cunt, there's a quick whine from you but it's cut short when Manjiro kisses you again. Mikey spits on your slit, then uses his index and middle to smear it on your pussy. Making sure to deliver slow, tight circles around your clit. He leans back down to assault your clit again, giving it wet kisses as he slips two fingers inside and scissoring them apart.
There's a hiss of pleasure that escapes through your lips but Manjiro is there to shush you. Jiro pulls back, "we have to make this quick, I have a meeting with Toman in thirty." He states, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, as he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. Mikey pulls back and also slips his pants and boxers off, as he does that, Manjiro places another kiss on your lips and pulls back. He doesn't undress, he just slips the undergarments below his cock. Then pushes into your mouth, your tongue wrapping around his tip without order.
Mikey leans back to spread your thighs a little wider, he takes his cock in his hand and rubs the tip along your slit, pressing the tip to your clit to circle the nerve before he slides in. The spit providing extra lubrication, as he slips in easily. You look over and make eye-contact with Jiro, the does of your eyes only feeding into your lust as grabs your left hand to wrap it around his cock. Smearing his pre-cum to help jerk him easier.
You're full, so fucking full. You've had sex before but it's never felt this good and you doubt it ever will again. You've never met a man that fills you quite like Mikey and you highly doubt his brothers would disappoint you as well. Judging from how your mouth has to stretch beyond capacity, and how your hand barely fits half-way around Jiros cock. The drugs were worth it, stealing the drugs from Akamai were more worth it then you first thought. You've always wanted to fuck the Sano brothers and if that means framing your money-hungry limp dick boyfriend then so be it.
Jiro moves closer to you and squeezes your hand tighter around his cock, he groans from the pressure and you move your hand faster, twisting your wrist and rubbing your thumb up and down the slit, it causes him to keen over you as he catches himself with his right hand above your head moving his left down to rub at your clit. The added pleasure causes you to squeal around his brothers cock. Your throat spasming around Manjros cock as you attempt to bob your head quicker on his dick. Mikey pulls you closer and pulls both your thighs onto his left shoulder as he fucks you harder, his right hand pressing down on your stomach, as his dick leaves a physical imprint inside you. He gives your left ankle a kiss as he leans his head on your calves, watching as you take his brother down your throat.
Manjiro wraps your hair around his fist as he starts to throat-fuck you. He uses his left hand to wipe away your tears as he rubs his thumb under your right eye. "You're doing so good for us, sweetheart?" You try to nod for him as best you can. He chuckles as you choke from your nodding and gives your right cheek a couple pats before he leans his head back and lowly groans. The sound reverberates around the small, bare room and so does the sound of the bed creaking, occasionally hitting the wall, every now and again.
The body bounces in rapid jerks from the thrusts as all three men fuck you pliant. The gags of your throat sending vibrations through Manjiros cock and he whines. The man looks at you through lidded black eyes. "Tell me now before I finish down your tight throat." There's a rapid nod from your end, you need to feel it slip down your throat, you need to taste him. He nods, letting his head fall back as he cums down your throat. His twin is next, Jiro cumming all over your chest, some getting on your stomach. He breathes heavily as he lazily grins at you, still rubbing tight circles around your clit.
You cum, harder then ever before, harder then you thought possible. Mikey tries to pull out but you shake your head and whine at him, he chuckles at that and pushes all the way to the brim, his balls taut against your ass as he cums inside. He's warm and fills you full, your stomach having a little bump from it, that he so gleefully pushes down on when he pulls out of you, causing the cum the slide out of you. Only for him to use his fingers to slide it back into, with a kiss to the cheek gets up. All three of the men stand up and redress themselves, giving you a smirk as they do so.
Manjiro walks back over to you and pecks your lips and with a peck to the cheeks from Jiro and Mikey, they grant you with the words you've longed to hear, since you saw them that day.
"We're gonna keep you princess.. I hope you don't mind."
