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Yeehaw baby! (Smut Toji Fushiguro x fem! reader) crackfic

A/N: Sorry (not sorry) for the title. You’re a kindergarten teacher and Toji is a single father. 2nd person POV. Crack fic treated seriously. Vulgar language. Breeding kink 

You are stressed, and you usually are. But today you are more likely to commit a fraud, or an arson (what?) 

You don’t know why you think it’s a good idea to be a kindergarten teacher while having anger issues. They’re loud, they fight all the time, and they cry all the time. Every day is a new problem, and no one tells her how sassy they are. One time they asked you why you are not married yet, another time one of them tells you that you are ugly. 

This is bullying. 

Today, a kid gotten into a fight. Of course, kids fight all the time. But they are hurt because they fought physically, and your head hurts seeing their innocent faces full of scratches as they tell you what happened. 

You calm yourself down. Tomorrow, you have to meet with their parents separately, you didn’t need any more drama when you meet them at the same time. 

It’s fine, you told yourself. You can quit this job sooner or later-maybe in two years or so. You sighed as you pack your things for today. 

Megumi is a quiet kid-you noticed this. He rarely talks and rarely makes any commotion-Yuuji, is quite loud. He is always happy and boisterous. Yuuji said you’re very pretty (although he only said that because he wants some candy) 

So, when they fought, you ask them what happened. They both got teary eyed, although Yuuji straight up ugly crying and Megumi cries silently. 

“He calls my dad a bum” Megumi mutters quietly. 

You cannot laugh. You’re a teacher-you must not laugh. You laughed. 

“Yuuji” you said (attempt) sweetly “why did you call his dad a bum?” 

Yuuji wiped his tears “my dad said so” he said. 

You sighed “my dear, you cannot follow everything your dad said, okay? It’s a mean thing to say” You stare at them “now, you have to apologize to Megumi” 

After that they apologized and become friends again, holding hands while their faces are covered in tears. You cannot understand kid. 

It’s the next day, you discussed this matter with Gojo, Yuuji’s dad. He explains that him and Toji are good friends, so it was an inside joke they had. You nodded as you advised him to watch his language around his kid. It went well, you should’ve invited them at the same time. 

Or shouldn’t you?

You feel weird today, like something is going to happen. But what can happen? You’re just meeting Megumi’s dad today. You waited on your office. 

Not long after, a guy with a huge build enters the room-he has a scar on his mouth. 

Your jaw dropped (figuratively) 

What? Yes, he is very hot, and his outfit is inappropriate for formal meeting-but why does he look like a criminal syndicate? It’s funny more than anything. 

He stares at you, and you suddenly feel conscious. Your skirt is shorter than usual today. 

“Hello” he mutters, and his voice is deep. It makes your stomach feels a bit weird-you nodded “hello sir” 

He smirks and you can’t read him-you offer him to sit down as you both do so. 

“Your son got into a fight with his classmate” you said, straight to the point-you can’t wait to go home. 

“So, I’ve heard” he muttered “Gojo is a good friend of mine, but that brat dislikes him” he muttered, staring at your skirt. 

Your ears redden as you try to explain why he should be more mindful of his language-

“Your skirt is very short” he mutters suddenly, getting his face closer to you. 

“Sorry?” You squeaked, and you curse mentally because you sound like a dying whale. 

He smirks “you heard me” and he screams danger, you’re supposed to be scared but you’re a bit aroused instead. 

“I’m impressed” he whispers “I can see your legs, darling” 

Your ears redden “I don’t think this is- “ 

“Are you single?” he asks, his eyes gleam dangerously, and you feel your stomach do that weird somersault again. 

You’re supposed to ignore it, ask him to get out-say that’s inappropriate- 

“Yes” you answered, your breath hitched. 

He grins “that’s very fortunate” 

It escalates quickly, he kissed your lips roughly and you feel dizzy. You can feel his tongue entangling yours. He tastes like cigarettes, and he smells like one too. 

“Your lips is very soft” he pants “undress yourself for me will you?” 

And you did, you’re in a hurry. Your mind jumbled because of the kiss. 

He kisses your neck, and you hold your moan “all of you is very soft” he mutters as he slowly gropes your chest “they’re so big” he whispers, “Maybe I should make them full of milk” he bit your earlobe “milk your tits hmm?” 

You moan at the indication; you can’t think straight. 

He suckles your nipples, giving attention to one by one. You moan in pleasure. 

“Ahhn” you moan as he licks it. 

“I’ll breed you”he groans, kissing your stomach as he caresses it “make you full of my cum here” he pats your stomach “make your breasts full of milk too” 

You moan “please” and he grins, fingering your cunt as you moan in pleasure. 

“So wet already” he growls as he fingers your pussy. 

You moan “faster” you begged; you feel so fuzzy.

“Hear that sound” he whispers filthily on your ear “your pussy is weeping for my fingers” 

“Don’t say that” you moan, shaking and panting. 

“Cum” he whispers as you do so, moaning and panting. 

He slurps your juices, licking your clit as you shake your hips and orgasm again. 

“Good girl” he purrs as you feel your kitty twitching.

He wastes no time unzipping his pants and taking off his underwear, you mewl when you saw his huge veiny cock. 

“Time to breed you baby” he whispers, slowly getting his cock inside your pussy. You moan, feeling so full of him. 

He grunts, slowly getting faster “your pussy is so tight” he moans as he fucks you on your desk. 

The squelching noises fill the room, you moan-feeling so full of his cock. 

“Fuck, your pussy is so lewd” he moans as he plows you faster “it’s begging me to breed you, to fill your pussy with my cunt” 

You shudder, your eyes rolled back as he plows your pussy-the noises of flesh against flesh slapping fills the room. 

You shake your hips, feeling close. 

He grunts “don’t be so loud darling” he said, “as desirable it is to get found out fucking the teacher, you wouldn’t want to be fired, do you?” 

You moan as he plows you harder “wanna cum” you moan. 

He grunts as he plows you faster and harder, hitting your spot “fuck, you wanna be a mommy sweetheart? Being full of my cum? You don’t have to do any work” he moans as he fucks you. 

“Please…breed me” you moan. 

He grunts as he spews jets of his cum inside you, you moan-feeling so full. 

You both panted, you feel his cunt dripping from your pussy. 

He writes down his number on a piece of paper after he fixes his attire. 

“Call me�� he smirks before he left. 

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Intro

Hi everyone! you can call me Daisy. I'm 22 and I'm in many fandoms but mainly Haikyuu, JJK, Hxh, and Saiki K. I'm here to write and just enjoy other people's content. Don't be afraid to interact with me! :D (Also my reblog and post is not all sfw, be mindful!)

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This is actually gutwrenching

I already know what’s meant to happen. Just let me spend a little more time with you

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the moon

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If you wanna toss to Hinata Shouyou first you have to defeat his seven evil ex-setters

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I hope our path cross again (Kageyama, Hinata)

A/N: This can be seen as romantic or platonic KageHina. I'm new here so my writing could look a bit flunky haha. Enjoy!

Kageyama Tobio loves volleyball more than anything, he didn’t think he would stop loving it until he died. His parents tell him he loves volley since he was a baby, and he believed them. He didn’t think anything will stop him loving volleyball. It was in his blood, in his veins. 

Until that day, he wonders if he really knows what volleyball is all about. He admires his senior, Oikawa Tooru who supposedly hates him for his ‘natural’ talent at Volleyball. It doesn’t deter him; he still loves volleyball. But on that fated day, no one wants to accept his set anymore. No one at all. 

Has he failed? Is this the end? The horrifying feeling creeps inside him and he wonders if he didn’t love volleyball at all. He knows he is selfish; the boy knows what he wants. He is talented, but his teammates are not, and they should have kept up with him. 

Kageyama isn’t close with his teammates, but he knows every single habit they possessed, and it hurts him even more to remember. He wonders if he did something wrong. He didn’t blame them, he understands. He didn’t want to, but he understands. It’s not their fault, he was being difficult, and it serves him right. 

He lays awake at night wondering if they will ever forgive him. He is not close to them in the first place, it probably wasn’t a big deal to them. Maybe they hate him already. 

On high school, he joins the volleyball club again. 

There’s this nagging feeling that maybe he will do the same mistakes (no one will be able to follow his steps) but he can do all these alone. 

Then it was, surprisingly easy. 

His teammates are surely weird and complicated, but they’re gentle (he also wouldn’t admit this) 

There’s a light on his life (he will never admit this) named Hinata Shouyo, a ball ray of sunshine that kept on reminding him that volleyball was never a one-man thing (and he trusts him for once) 

And then he met his old friends on a match. The first time in the last few years. 

They look fine, and he still remembers all their flaws and habits-like a sickness that won’t leave your body-some kinds of parasite. He said nothing. 

When the match ends, he went to one of them-he wants to apologize. 

But his old friend-said that there is no need to apologize for he won’t apologize to Kageyama either. 

Kageyama felt the lump on his throat gone as he can only mutter ‘yes’ to his sentences. It doesn’t matter. They are not exactly friends again, but he is glad. 

He is very glad he is here. 

Now their team have improved, and when faced against a difficult team and having been on a training camp with people whose skills are way higher than his team, he feels the lump on his throat again as he went back to his old self. 

It’s quiet, and he feels the horrifying feeling creeping up inside him again, but as he wants to apologize-Hinata cuts him. 

“Isn’t it okay to be a king on the field? I don’t see anything wrong with it. I think if what he said displeases me, I will just ignore him” 

Kageyama felt that the lump on his throat is gone, and he didn’t know how he didn’t cry. 

His chest tightens and he isn’t sure, but maybe this is all that he needs. This team is all that he needs. 

As they grow older, they part ways and Kageyama wonders if they will meet people like them again (he wonders if he will meet a light that is too blinding on him, he reckons not) 

He just hopes their paths crossed again. 

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Baby, I would die for you <3

Slasher male yandere oc x gn reader. Mdni.

cw: minor character death, sadism, vague depictions of torture, mentions of blood, minor sexual implications, lots of dead body talk but it's pretty tame because i'm a baby. Toxic stuff.

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Slasher!Yandere who lives in the old “abandoned” cabin all those dumbass kids keep visiting in the summer months.

It's not haunted, his parents just died when he was barely of age and he's done a shit job taking care of it. Still, his overgrown hedges, and the fact that not many knew he actually survived the fiery car crash makes for a wicked rumor- and for a wicked dare.

You were one of those idiots, coming with a group of friends to investigate the estate that travelers swore was inhabited by an evil spirit. They'd see dim candlelight through the windows at night, and some even claimed to see an apparition through the thickets of tall grass. (Candlelight means he doesn't have to use his generator and he just likes to wear black when he waters the garden, okay?)

Jay is a kind man at heart. Instead of complaining about the assholes that keep bothering him, he enjoys nurturing his homegrown garden with the freshest of fertilizer instead. Resourceful, ain't it? Come on, it's not like he wants to kill them. There are traps all around the property- a warning not to get to close. If you personally choose to make it past his snap traps and barbed fence… well, he's not liable for what happens next. He's fiercely protective of what's his you know?

Imagine it! After making it all the way to his motherfucking living room, where he's trying to enjoy his goddamn dinner, but instead has a bunch of rats staring at him, as if he broke into their home? Yeaaah, he's a lil ticked off.

Jay wasn't expecting any idiots so late, already having scared off the preteen girls that literally pissed themselves when he spit off the roof of the cabin onto some blonde chick's head earlier. 

He almost groans as he leans away from his dinner- wild rabbit meat he caught in the forest behind the cabin, paired with some potatoes from out back and a cuppa good ol homemade tomato juice, to stand up.

A chorus of screams ring out at his simple action while you lot scrambled to get out. A few made it while a few were pushed back. Four of you to be exact. 'Friends forever' huh? A snort makes it's way out of his mouth when a guy bigger and taller than you pulls you on top of him like a makeshift shield. 

From the betrayal in your voice and the blubbering pet name the sorry excuse of a man uses, Jay realizes it's your boyfriend who is so readily sacrificing you like that.

"All of you shut the fuck up or I'll kill you," he growls. "Givin' me a goddamn headache."

Heh. That did the job. He was only kidding, you know. Then again, he didn't always have the best of humor.

A few bundles of rope and tape later, the group- or what's left of it, is sat around his dining table. He even brought out his best tablecloth and a few plates to set the scene. He's never had dinner with friends before!

Your friends are hysterical, your boyfriend is a mess, and you? You're staring at him straight in his eyes. He snaps his fingers in your face with a smirk.

"What's with the stare, sweetheart? I'm your type or somethin'?" He gives you a lazy grin that peeks out from his shaggy, overgrown hair, but even a fool could tell he was a regulation hottie underneath it. Wide jaw with a hint of dark stubble, a set of thin pink lips- and a hoarse voice? It went without saying.

When you don't give him the reaction he wants, or any reaction at all, he picks up the knife next to his plate and nearly splits the table when he sticks it in the middle. "Does that clear up any curiosity you have about me, doll?"

Any response you could have given is drowned out by the sobbing of your friends. One in particular, has a gasping sort of cry that makes his head ache. She's the first to go with a quick slit of her throat. It splatters across your little boytoy, Liam, who finally is able to verbalize his panic.

"I-I-It wasn't my idea, man! They wanted to come, I swear! Just let us go and we'll never come back here again!"

Jay waits for him to finish speaking before tilting his head and leaving a crisp slap across Liam's face.

"Didn't say you could speak to me, Bitch." Jay sighs heavily and runs his fingers through his hair, revealing hints of burn scarring at his temple. It matches the permanently inflamed skin going along the back of his hands before presumably continuing past the area his hoodie sleeves cover. "Now. Why'd you come here?"

"W-We thought it was empty-" 

Jay deals out another slap. One so hard that the bled out body he just sliced flops down on the table. The poor girl's head thuds crudely against the empty plate in front of her.

"Awe. That was my good china," Jay pouts before turning back to your boyfriend and stabbing his fork into the tall man's forearm, the prongs digging in until it stands by itself. "First and last warning, bitch boy. Next one is going in your eyeball."

Jay clears his throat and turns to you. "You, however, I'll let you speak. Just cause I wanna hear your voice. Hehe, I bet you have…hmmm…a medium voice. Maybe a little raspy like mine? Yeah, slightly raspy! Lets go with that!" Jay leans in and holds a different fork (the one Liam didn't just pull out of his arm) up to your mouth as an impromptu microphone. "So, what's it gonna be? Was I right or was I right?"

It's silent for a while.

"Fuck you."

Your remaining friend, Simha, gasps silently while silent tears leak down your boyfriend's face. He's too scared to speak but he shakes his head in horror.

Jay, however, busts out laughing.

"Ahahahaha! You said- you…you said, hahaha," he wipes a tear before mimicking, even bringing the fork to infront of him and schooling his expression to resemble yours, "'fuck you,'....pft…ahahaha!"

Jay calms down eventually, but one look at you and he loses it all over again, laughing as if you two were old buddies making eye contact across the classroom when the teacher says to partner up.

"Ah, that was a good one, babe. I appreciate your eagerness but I'm no joe-shmoe. I like to have dinner before dessert," he licks his lips with a grin and walks over to his fridge. The light inside is dull and the rounded shape along with the yellow color makes it look like it came straight from the 90's. "So….lasagna or stew?"

That's how Jay scored his first dinner date. Of course it would have been better if your friend and boyfriend weren't there, but hey, beggars can't be choosers!

"Your stew, madam," Jay says and puts the bowl down in front of Simha as if he were a waiter, repeating the spiel until everyone had a lukewarm meal in front of them, or in one case, on top of them. He returned to his seat and clapped his hands happily. "Alright, pals! Don't be shy, dig in!"

He looked between the three of you excitedly, as if there wasn't a dead body lolled over the table. "Look guys, just because Britney couldn't eat with us- is her name Britney?" He pointed his fork at the corpse centerpiece balancing a slice of lasagna on her head. "She looks like one- anyways! Brit isn't here but that doesn't mean we can’t all have a good time, right? Go on and eat! I didn't untie your hands for you to just sit there and do nothing after all!"

Nobody moves a muscle, especially not Meghan (Britney.)

Because she’s dead.

Bummer.

In fact, the only noises filling the room are those of Jay who happily eats down the rest of his dinner that you all rudely interrupted. "Hmm. Could use a little salt, but not bad-"

Simha jumps up out of nowhere with her knife aimed his way, yelling at him to 'die,' but Jay's reflexes are too quick. He grabs her wrist and smashes her head into the table.

"That's not very nice! If you had a complaint about the food, you should have just asked to speak to the manager like a normal person!" Jay tsks. "Well, if your tongue can't appreciate my five star stew, then I guess there's no use in having one, right?" 

More blood pools on the table as he maims her, giving her half of a Glasgow smile in the process. "And as for this naughty wrist….snap! Hahah. Ha.... Oh, I don't think I did that cleanly. My bad."

Simha collapses from pain, crumpling pathetically on to the floor with her broken wrist in hand as she tries to crawl away. Jay shrugs knowing she won't get far since her feet are still tied to the chair after all. Much like yours.

"Sheesh. Some kids, huh? No manners at all. I mean, look at me," he faces you and you can barely see his eyes through his hair, but he's earnest. "Aren't I the image of a gentleman? I even set up this nice dinner for your friends when all you wanted was my body!"

He covers his chest scandalously in reference to the only two words you spoke, the only two words he allowed you to speak- the words he twisted. "Lets not let them ruin the mood though. Eat up!"

He’s stubborn this time though and doesn't go back to his own meal until you and Liam join in.

The food goes down cold. It’s challenging to digest when Simha stops choking on her own blood and finally gives up.

"Gee golly, about time. I was gonna throw on a Lionel Ritchie record if that bitch didn’t stop hacking. This is kinda nice though. You, me, your dildo and two dead bitches!" Jay giggles. "Hey…I got a joke. Ahem! What do you get when you combine-"

"Please, let us go," Liam whispers. His eyes are bloodshot red and he can’t stop shaking even as he sits still. "I can't…just….please."

Jay pauses and leans back with a thoughtful hum before leaning back to count on his fingers.

"Eating dinner now, dessert is later, hmm…what else do you do on a date? Oh! Games," he snaps and points at Liam. "We'll play a game!"

"Just let us-"

"So, here are the rules! It's a simple game for you two, really. It's called ‘Save or Split.’ If you choose Save and your partner chooses Split, then you save yourself. If you choose Split and your partner chooses Save, then your partner is free to go. If you both choose save, then bitch boy gets to go. If you both choose split then…..angelface is free. So! Are you ready?"

Jay rubbed his hands together. "Does everyone have their answer?" 

Liam gave you a reassuring nod over the table, mouthing 'split' to you.

"One, two, three-"

"Split-" "Save! Save! Please, let me go!"

Did Liam just….?

The room was eerily quiet for a while.

"Wow….that's kinda awkward," Jay scratched his prickly chin with a thin finger. "Uh…wow. Wasn't expecting that one. Anyways! Let's roll with it then, folks!"

He clapped his hands happily and leaned over next to you, legs spread wide and hands on his knees. "Any last words, dollface?"

"Baby, listen," Liam pleaded with you shakily. "I..I love you, I really do, but- I need to live, okay? I'm sure….you'll be okay…?"

Jay watched you stay quiet while the man who betrayed you made his last appeal instead. He waited a few seconds longer, but no reply came from you.

"Mhm. As I thought," Jay sighed heavily and walked over to get a kitchen knife from the cutlery block on his cabinet.

"Wh-Where are you going? Over there!" Liam pointed at you with a trembling finger when he saw Jay walking towards him. “Y-You promised!”

Without warning, Jay stabbed Liam in his abdomen, purposely avoiding anything fatal. He smiled down at the hysterical man and twisted the knife before pulling it out with a squelch.

"You fool. Is it even love if you aren't willing to die for them?"

Jay got some tape and slapped it over Liam's mouth as the latter slowly bled out. "Also still didn't say you could talk, so there's that. You keep running your goddamn mouth without. my. permission. Hey. Look at me,” he brought his free hand up to pull at Liam’s roots. “What was the first thing I said when you broke into my home, huh? And what have you totally not been doing since you broke into my home? Huh? Huh!? That’s right, shutting the fuck up. God. I really hate disobedience, you know. You must be very stu-pid, bitchie."

When he finished propping and tying Liam up again, Jay finished it off with two thick strips of tape on his eyelids, forcing Liam to take in the scene.

"Hmm…what to do, what to do," Jay pondered over the dishes on the table before putting a finger in the air. "Ah!"

He lifted ‘Britney's’ corpse by the hair until he could fold up all the ends of the tablecloth and carried it along with all the dishes it contained to the sink. How convenient.

"That oughta do. Well? Your throne awaits you, my love," he smiled and put a hand out for you but got impatient and lifted you instead- plopping you down on the table next to Meghan’s permanently wide eyes and in front of Liam's forcefully wide ones. It would take a little while longer for him to bleed to death, so he'd at least get to see a good portion of the show. It would be the last thing he sees, isn't that lovely?

Jay fixed his attention back on you. You, who followed directions the entire time and didn't speak a word out of line. You who did not disobey him. For that, he'll give you exactly what you wanted.

"What was it you said earlier, darling? You wanted me to…" Jay ignored Liam's muffled screams and trailed his bloody hand from your neck, down your chest and tummy to tug at the button of your jeans. "Fuck you?"

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❗AVOID THESE PEDOPHILES AT ALL COSTS! ❗

I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a post of KNOWN PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR (many of which have or want to rape actual children/minors)

THERE ARE ACTUAL PEDOPHILES ON TUMBLR TRYING TO GET IN TOUCH WITH MINORS ON TUMBLR

PLEASE SIGNAL BOOST THIS LIST AND KEEP OUR MINORS SAFE

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Hi all,saying this because i probably will delete this app sooner or later.Just a heads up,thank you.It was nice meeting you guys ^^

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Likes to hide behind funky hats, but once you’ve earned her trust she’ll brighten up your whole day

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Sleepy

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kaeya icons from genshin impact✩

feel free to use!

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ˤˤ 冒険 ⠀kᥲᥱᥡᥲ⠀ꕤ⠀ιᥴ᥆ᥒ᥉⠀🐰 ˚◞

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★ 【大米白加】 「 xiao (genshin impact) 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me on twitter

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*cries

🐚 Seashell Collecting 🐚

 “Wow… father is gonna be super impressed with how many we’ve found, Diluc!”

 “Hehe! Here’s another one, too!”