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Tell me I’m wrong.

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What makes me a pedophile though? Enjoying a classic novel? Bold accusation. 

These fucks? A pedophile and a pedophile apologizer.

Y'all know what to do.

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Hey guys!

@shayella-reyes is my main! Please, if you like content and shit, please go follow my main lol

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kuroo tetsurou

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader *Explicit*

A cheerful ping in the other room drew my attention up from the task of brushing my back molars. Cocking my head to one side, I studied the reflection in the mirror for a brief moment and considered ignoring it until I was done with all my nighttime rituals. It was probably just one of my friends sending a stupid meme or something. Certainly nothing that couldn't wait.

But curiosity won out in the end and, still lackadaisically scrubbing the toothbrush across my teeth, I turned to walk into my bedroom. Stepping around the bed, I snatched my phone off the sheets where I'd left it. My brows shot up when I saw it was a message from my boyfriend and I quickly read the text, blood instantly pounding in my ears.

I got my license today.

I read it again. Then again.

Letting out a closed mouth squeal around my toothbrush, I unlocked the screen with anxious fingers. I was already typing before the device even had enough time to catch up and I had to delete the garbled mess of autocorrected words it generated so I could start over. Excitement thrummed through my body when I finally hit the send button.

Yes!! I knew you could do it! Good job!

The dots indicating that Bakugou was typing sprang into existence almost immediately. Feeling giddy and light, I distractedly shuffled back into the attached bathroom so I could spit out the toothpaste in my mouth. I was so proud of him and I hoped he was able to give himself the credit he deserved for this milestone. Failing the first exam had been a hard pill to swallow after all, but he'd worked harder than anyone else to correct those mistakes.

I don't know what I would've done if that half-and-half bastard passed and I didn't. I'm glad to be done with it!

I slowed to a stop in front of the sink as I read Bakugou's reply and smiled to myself. His perceived rivalry with that Todoroki boy would be the end of him, I was sure of it. But this wasn't the time to chide him about such things and, leaving the toothbrush poking out of the corner of my mouth, I took the phone with both hands so I could type a little quicker.

Well, you got your license and that's all that matters! I think a celebration is in order! Wanna' come over? ; )

~~ Read more: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18058958 ~~

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Hi!! Could I get a Kirawus NSFW head canon for a female s/o if it hasn’t been requested yet?? Thank you!! I really love your blog very few Golden Kamuy writers

NSFW Below

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So you’re telling me ... Rei literally poured boiling water on her five year old sons face - which could have resulted in the loss of his eye or even death if an infection had set in after the fact - but getting upset about it would’ve been ‘unreasonable and abusive’ of Enji? What the fuck was he supposed to do? Wistfully shake his head and sigh, “Ah, I see you’ve tried to kill one of our children my dear wife. I’ll go call the paramedics now.” 

?????

Actually what the fuck.

I’d like to see one parent that wouldn’t go off in a blind rage at the mere sight of this nightmarish scene. Enji had every right to blow up about this and honestly? To be perfectly honest with you, chief? Rei deserves to have her name drug through the mud because she is every bit as responsible for Shoto’s trauma as Enji is. They’re both equally culpable and continuing to paint Rei as a victim who ‘wasn’t in her right mind, she didn’t know what she was doing, boo hoo, poor baby’ is a disservice to Shoto’s autonomy, as well as the mentally ill. She hurt him just as bad, if not MORE than Enji did, because those scars on his face are outwardly visible. No amount of therapy is going to make them go away. 

Rei disfigured her own son for life.  

That sounds a little more severe than Enji training him to the point of throwing up. : /

But y’know. Priorities in life. Whatever makes the man look like an irredeemable piece of shit while the woman is considered a victim of circumstance is all you care about, clearly.

I can’t help but wonder how was the moment after Rei threw scalding wáter at Shoto and Enji found out… He seemed very mad, even went as far as calling her idiotic… It must’ve been fucking terrifying to her to see him coming after knowing she had hurt “his masterpiece”. I truly hope they didn’t have to see each other and instead he just called whoever took her to the hospital, otherwise it probably just added up to her trauma. 

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Literally how has @explosiveflygon not deleted their entire existence yet? 

Baby Blacktip Reef shark!

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So, when can I expect the Kikuda porn?

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So anyway, lets talk about how fucking hot Kikuda is. I’ve been shook about this chapter ALL day long. Like damn, daddy, I see you packing some major heat. I see you’re well equipped to rearrange my organs and punch my uterus up into my rib cage. I see just by looking at you that the only way you go is deep. Like, Noda didn’t have to go that hard on my mans introduction, his very first panel, but he really did that, huh? God fucking bless tbh. We may have lost Kiro but at least we upgraded, can I get an amen.

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Shiraishi x reader NSFW

Shiraishi had long since mastered the art of looking like a beaten puppy; effortlessly conjuring up an expression of great suffering at the drop of a dime and often for no other reason than not getting the last bite of dessert. He was incorrigible in every way. A lost cause if there ever was one, and that pouty lip coupled with watery, pleading eyes usually got him exactly what he wanted. But not this time.

I was determined to see this through no matter what pitiful look he threw my way.

“Ow! That hurts!” He yelped and whined, exaggeratedly squirming on top of the western style bed while I secured his wrists to the headboard.

This was not my first attempt at tying him down and, given his track record, it probably wouldn't be the last. I'd learned quickly enough that basic restraints such as scarves and rope, even handcuffs, weren't enough to hold him for long. He'd wriggled out of everything up until now within fifteen minutes or less, the slippery bastard. I sincerely hoped these black leather straps would do the trick though, first and foremost because I was starting to run out of ideas, and I made sure to tie them extra tight for good measure.

Even someone with a moniker as inane as Escape King had to meet his match some day, I figured. Fingers crossed that this was it.

“You're pinching me!” Shiraishi wailed with renewed vigor when he realized I wasn't letting his underhanded tactics get to me. His woeful eyes darted between my face, which I kept pointedly neutral so he wouldn't spot any weakness he could take advantage of, and the final band I was knotting into place. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was well and truly distraught. “Can't you loosen them a little bit? My hands are gonna' fall off at this rate! They're already going numb! Are you gonna' wipe my ass for the rest of my life when I have to have them amputated! Huh?”

“That's not going to happen.” I murmured, leaning back to admire my own handiwork. Not too shabby, if I did say so myself. He looked good like this. Vulnerable. “If they start to turn purple, I'll untie you. How's that sound?”

His only response was to jut his lower lip out and issue a whimper so heart wrenchingly pathetic I almost felt bad for him.

Almost. But not quite.

~~read more: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17606099~~

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色味いじった

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Obviously…

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blue

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You mentioned it and now I want it. HCs for Pet play Prosciutto and fem!reader please!

Oof, hot! I should just spam all the Prosciutto requests!

The following is NSFW and is intended for readers 18+ only.

Prosciutto Pet Play HCs

You’re on hands and knees at all times, no exception. The only time you’re allowed to stand is for relief and that’s when he gives the okay, but make it quick.

You are collared at all times, the collar is a soft pastel color he has chosen encrusted with jewels and precious stones; but much prefers the shine and glisten of Swarovski crystals.

Dressed in sheer lace lingerie and nothing else for easier access and a better view, you’re exposed at all the right spots, but honestly, your getup leaves nothing to the imagination.

Refers to you as gattina and will whistle and make clicking sounds to call you, obeying gets you a little surprise like a rub to your ass or a finger run along your slit over your panties.

Have you sit on his lap or by his feet, much rather have you by his feet where he can order you to lay down and run the toe of his dress shoe against your pubic mound and graze your clit.

When laying across his lap he enjoys petting you. Stroking your hair, rubbing your thighs, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples, and barely penetrating your aching core with the tip of his index finger.

When you’ve become so riled up and need relief he won’t indulge you instead has you hump and grind on his thigh like a cat in heat while he watches you struggle to get yourself off, no hands, nothing, just him.

After he feels his gattina has had enough he slips his hardened erection out and slides your soaked panties to the side as he moves you and sinks you onto him. Finally satiated he stays inside of you as you come down from your high.