#where are they? why aren't they doing their jobs? why is Musk walking free? why is he just allowed to do whatever?

[motorizedduck]

So we're doing public hatings now, with random unvetted name lists being thrown around? We're gonna nail these young adults on a cross on nothing but a wild accusation? We're just gonna ignore Musk?

We've gone through this lesson a hundred times in these past years already. Don't spread rumors and don't jump the gun. This is one of those times.

I already feel sorry for the random innocent strangers who might have one of these names and are now gonna have a really shitty time as a result.

Accusation is not proof of guilt.

These men just stole the personal information of everyone in America AND control the Treasury. Link to article.

Akash Bobba

Edward Coristine

Luke Farritor

Gautier Cole Killian

Gavin Kliger

Ethan Shaotran

Spread their names!

[goldenlaquer]

UHM SO I've been thinking about Seiji a lot.... (even if he has no man boobs, he still... Too hot...) and I was wondering.... Is he into public s*x? 😳 If he is, what kind of stuff would he do and most importantly would Edo's people be aware of it? 😳😳👉👈

SORRY MY kinky little brain was very happy when you opened requests- feel free to ignore this if it's not ur cup of tea!! 💕

Not just my cup of tea, I could one-shot a whole septic tank of this ish— hold on, we're goin in nasty

Hanaoka Seiji NSFW Headcanons:

Yes. Yep. Yeahhhh.

Public enemy number one is into desecrating the public space— it checks out. All a part of a bigger problem: being places where he's not supposed to be, doing things he's not supposed to be doing (just because he can.)

It's your reactions. The embarrassment. The panic. The humiliation. Especially, how your eyes bulge and your walls dig down harder at any sounds that isn't coming from the wet sucks of long fingers dragging in and out your cunt. How you're caught between running and arching your back against his heavy cock for some fun time. The internal struggle between decorum and taking what feels so good.

Missy, he's taking you on a psychological thriller joyride. But ultimately, is he really making you do anything? Nah— time to face the music with Seiji, he isn't egging on anything you hadn't already had in you in the first place.

Dark, dank alleys facing busy streets, barely-hidden corners, bushes that anyone can walk around. Up against trees that aren't wide enough to conceal your spread legs around his waist. In restaurants, where dumb people like Gintoki have to make educated guesses off of your flushed face and minute twitches about what exactly Seiji is doing to you under the table.

From nowhere: "I wanna see your pussy" while frowning and nodding at said pussy like it owes him it. You're shaking your head no, squawking that you aren't in a private enough place to be showing off anything, anyone could walk in, anyone could see you, but one lemme see you purred against your ear— your obi is sagging and you're clumsily jerking away the layers of your kimono and he's dropping to his heels, peeling down your underwear and tucking it into a hidden pocket for safe-keeping. Knocks your knees apart to have a closer gander at the unbelievably lewd sight of your already-swollen pussy going through it. Oh, what's this? You can hear the smarmy smile in his whistle as he cocks his head like he doesn't have a clue, nuzzling his forehead against your trembling thigh for the show. Inhaling deep, savoring the musk of your irresistible scent. Flicking his finger through your folds and catching your sensitive clit. How cute.

Mister makes you face the street while he plays with your pussy in an alley, tells you to keep a lookout since you're so concerned about it. Why aren't you keeping your eyes open— do you want to get caught? I think you do, ya dirty little pervert. He's not going to gag you. It's your job to keep quiet. Be that you have to cover your shaky moans with your own hand or bury your face into his neck while he buries into you. (fawwwk this dude) 

And toys. Who could forget the toys? He plugs a Seiji Original up in you and then sends you on your way like a freed wild animal. A dildo you have to pretend that isn't kissing deep inside you. A ridiculously strong vibrator that attaches to your clit, tiny buzzes that sounds as loud as your heartbeat. Seiji is always close by, out of sight, observing with nothing less than delight whenever you crouch down, hugging your knees as yet another orgasm rips at you— as you try to explain through tears brought on by oversensitivity that you're sick, hoping that no one calls you out on your half-truth.

He likes you sucking him off in public. Have you on your knees and drooling on his pierced head. Give ya some love taps to your cheek with his dick. Swallow his load and have some of it dribbling down your chin. Then, back to false respectability, back to acting like you didn't just take his cock in your hot mouth seconds ago— Seiji loves it.

It would be a miracle if the good people of Edo didn't know about y'all getting your freak on, but alas, Seiji is rather good at sneaking about. And also at knocking people out if they manage to see something he doesn't want them remembering.