thatoneangel222

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bombing iran (three times btw) & then turning around to ask for peace.

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exactly that

just hit the pen and i’m thinking of rick grimes tonight

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what started me off

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finally - t. fushiguro

fluffy aftercare to repent for the sin that was my last post </3 actually tho people seemed to love it which is superrrrr encouraging and I plan on writing for a bunch of different characters from a bunch of different shows and movies so stay tuned!! :p

kind of a pt 2. to a previous work but totally can be read as a standalone, lowercase intended, and @kodaswrld for the bow divider!!

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“baddie! baddie! shot o’clock!!” 

the sound of the notorious girls fills the bedroom where the balcony doors are open, letting in the gentle breeze of the summer night and letting out the smoke of your shared joint. your head is laid against’s toji’s shoulder, pink bonnet on and face finally cleared of your ruined makeup among… other things after your steaming hot shower. toji had slipped into the bathroom, leaving one of his shirts and a pair of boxers for you to wear when you got out, opting for a pair of boxers and a tank top himself, before quickly changing the sheets for the two of you to relax in after. 

here you were now, your warm body practically draped over his with your legs entangled, your chests pressed together, and your head laid on his shoulder as baddies africa plays on the screen of your tv. one of his strong arms lies on your lower back, holding you close with a hand resting on your butt while the other holds the joint away from you, careful not to let the ash fall onto your bare skin. you sit up again, hand sliding down his arm to his hand to softly take the joint with a lot more contact than necessary and he eyes you knowingly causing you to look back towards the tv with an innocent grin. 

“haven’t you seen this already?” he murmurs softly as he shifts to sit up too, still keeping you in his lap. you smack your lips quietly, taking a drag from the j before jumping into your explanation for the billionth time “so no- basically each season brings in new girls but keeps some from the last season which is probably why you think i have seen this season but really i'm just trying to catch up on the…” and suddenly you’re knee deep in a baddies discussion and to be quite frank toji honestly couldn’t care less about natalie’s nuns and he never knew you hated summertime so much but he’s nodding along because he loves to hear your voice. 

whether it’s talking about silly things like reality television or celebrity drama, toji enjoyed the rare moments like this where you didn’t have to rush through conversations before you had to get back to work or he had to tend to your son. he loves especially though when you’re nagging away at him, chewing him out for whatever he did this time and before you know it his mind drifts back to the earlier hours of the day. your spoiled date, the awkward car ride, your sharp tone when the two of you got home, the cute pout on your face when you’re mad, your legs folded up next to your head, the face you made when you finally forgave him, the feeling of you stretched around him, god-

“shit! im sorry, baby!” your worried voice cuts through the haze.

he snaps back into reality, quickly doing a once over of you with sharp eyes to see where you’re hurt before it hits that it’s him instead. you’re brushing the hot ash off his shoulder as quickly as your soft hand can move and a laugh is rumbling through his chest before he can help it. “didn’t mean to! it just fell off-” you’re trying to explain sheepishly and the look on your face only makes him laugh harder, taking the joint and setting it on the ashtray gently. 

“you gonna kiss it better doll?” he asks with a grin and his bicep is wrapping around the back of your neck pulling your face inches from his own. you’re giggling like a teenager, bracing your hands on his chest before turning your head to peck your lips against his shoulder. “better?” you ask sweetly, smiling harder when he nods his head. “crybaby…” you mutter as you lay back on his shoulder, squealing with laughter when his hands immediately move across your plush hips, tickling you suddenly. “says you” he utters back, throwing his head back in laughter when your jaw drops dramatically and you smack his chest playfully, laughter bubbling from you as well. 

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it’s late now, definitely too late for the two of you to still be awake. imagine toji’s surprise when he looks down to tell you just that and you’re already fast asleep against his chest. your bonnet has started to slip off and he knows that no matter how many times you try the garment is bound to fall off in your sleep, but he fixes it anyway. he reaches out to turn off the lamp on your nightstand and then his arms are wrapping around you once more, pulling you into his chest and getting comfortable, his head quickly finding your pillow. with you safe in his arms, nobody has to know that toji fights sleep just a bit longer to finish the episode of baddies playing quietly on the tv. 

“hm” he hums to himself thoughtfully, “gotta tell her they took a trip to scotland.”

how I felt writing this

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u still mad at me? - t. fushiguro x black!chubby!reader

hiiiiii! this is my first ever work so I'm a bit shy about it :3 (I say as I release the freakiest thing i've ever put out on the internet) I'm a super active tumblr reader but I wanted to try my hand at writing cuz everyone is always saying that if you want a specific fic you gotta write it yourself. most if not all of my work will be written with a black, chubby/plus size reader in mind (totally not because i'm self indulging whatttt nooo) though I would write for any gender. let me know what you think!! lowercase intended

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it was supposed to be a fun outing, a special occasion because your schedule at the new law firm you began working at combined with the two of you constantly taking care of little megumi rarely allowed a night for you and your husband to spend together that didn’t include passing out from exhaustion at 9 pm. things at the bar ran smoothly at first, shared fruity drinks and flirty little touches from you as toji eyed you hungrily, his gaze constantly drawn to your lips curled into that signature smile of yours as you laughed at his jokes. he’s leaned against the wall, your manicured hands (that he paid for) on his chest and his arms around your waist, tucked into a small corner and midway through another cheesy pick up line when someone approaches you two, clearing their throat dramatically. 

there stood your coworker, howard, and toji’s already pissed that your time together is being interrupted. “how’s it going rookie? you here alone?” the douche slurs out with a soft smirk and it’s nowhere near as sexy as his own toji thinks to himself with a bored huff. you’re no better, looking around confused because toji was clearly standing right behind you. moments later it becomes clear that howard is beyond drunk as he shamelessly tries to flirt with you, making crude jokes while his friends attempt to drag him away as they eye toji’s relaxed form fearfully. suddenly, he’s jerking away from them and stumbling his way back over to you and your husband is immediately alert, glaring at the man and standing up from the wall. his full height towers over the other man as he steps in between the two of you. 

“walk away from us man” toji says calmly, the same relaxed smirk on his face even as he stares him down, eyes dark with a silent rage. howard rolls his eyes with a dramatic groan, “listen dude, I’m not talking to you im talking to your bitch”. you immediately wince, already knowing his fate and in an instant toji’s fist is colliding with his nose. a sharp CRACK rings through the area and it’s chaos, fists flying and blows connecting. you made your way to the car before toji could say anything, already knowing what he expects of you in a situation like that. “you sit your pretty ass in the jag and wait for daddy to come get you, yeah?” he’d said to you the first time you’d seen him get into a bar fight, blood dripping from his nose and his signature smirk still on his face. “can’t bail me out of jail if they book you with me baby girl” he’d laugh every time as you’d worry and coo over his injuries. 

the driver’s side door had been thrown open, toji climbing in with a laugh like he always did when he got into a fight. he’d turned to you with a wide grin on his face, ready to “debrief” with you as you and your homegirls would call it. it’s then that he notices the frown on your face and he groans softly, “really? m'not even that hurt-” he had tried to explain. it’s only when you’ve buckled up and turned to look out the window, completely tuning him out that he’d realized you were truly upset. 

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that’s how you had ended up here, your head thrown back against the soft pillows, hair damp with sweat and splayed delicately around you head. it softly tickles your knees as strong hands push back on your plush thighs. what had really been an hour felt like an eternity- you’d lost count of how many times toji had brought you to the edge, pushing you over and filling you up to your heart’s content.

“you wanna cum again doll?” he smirks down at you as you nod frantically, a whiny “please daddy!” falling from your glossy lips.

“fuck, when you’re askin’ so nicely-” he’s cut off by a low groan forcing it’s way through his chest at a particularly tight clench from your sweet, drooling cunt. “and she’s practically beggin’ for it huh?” he questions with a breathless laugh as he brings a thumb between your sticky thighs to swipe through your pretty lips spread around his cock, his hips never ceasing their movement as the plap! plap! plap! of his heavy balls slapping against your tight rim while his cock sinks back into your cum filled pussy fills the room. there’s nut leaking from your hole with every thrust and your pleas have become mumbles by now, any chance of forming a coherent sentence pounded out of you by toji’s deep strokes. his calloused hands tighten on your thighs, pushing your legs further apart and closer to your head as he folds your body further in half, barely breaking a sweat as he picks up the pace.

“y’still mad at me doll?” he mumbles as he slams into you repeatedly, leaning down and following your face when you try to turn away from his eye contact. you shake your head but the fire in your eyes betrays you when he’s looking down at you with that goddamn smirk again and suddenly it’s blazing and your lips are forming another frown before you can help it. he slows his thrusts before you can cum, the spark slowly fizzling out as he drops his head to mouth at your neck, leaving marks that you’ll surely have to cover tomorrow. “already told you i didn’t know he worked with you mama,” he whispers gruffly in you ear, thrusting deeply “said ’m sorry a hundred fuckin’ times” he murmurs, annoyance evident in his tone even as his slow, deep thrusts beg for you to forgive him. 

you look up at him pointedly, that knowing look in your eyes. “it’s n-not me you should be apol-logizing to” you try to stand your ground through your moans, especially when you swear you can feel him harden more from you’re whining about the issue. your cunt clenches tightly around him as his tip grinds tantalizingly against that special spot deep inside you and of course he’s rolling his eyes at your response, something suspiciously close to a pout falling over his lips as he huffs. “s’not my fault baby,” he’s panting in your ear, his slow thrusts begining to take a toll on him as well, “nobody told your ass to wear that dress.” he says through gritted teeth as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, almost as if to ground himself. 

you could admit he had a fair point, your classic little black dress had been known to make him a bit…feral. with the way it hugged your curves perfectly, showing just the right amount of cleavage and short enough for him to see your pink thong nestled between your pretty brown lips when you’d bend over to take pictures for instagram and the girlies groupchat in the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, you definitely knew what you were doing wearing it to the bar with toji tonight but you hadn’t known it would escalate into this! the dress tied with your flawless makeup and an effortless hairstyle framing your face? toji knows you’re the shit, his wife, so what exactly do you expect him to do when another man tries to disrespect you? 

“didn’t have to break his nose, everyone at work is gonna knowww toji” you whine weakly for the umpteenth time and at this point toji is so over it. your eyes practically turn into hearts as he leans in closer to speak sharply right in your face, a charming grin decorating his lips despite the dark glint in his green irises. “I don’t care that I broke his nose” and you’re whimpering again at the intensity in his voice, he leans down to kiss at your neck, his thrusts beginning to pick up pace again. 

before he can stop himself he’s ranting into your ear “just hate when boys look at you, think they have a shot with you. it’s like- im right fuckin' here dipshit, can’t even look me in the eye” and he’s basically talking to himself at this point when his hands begin sliding down your body again, finally releasing your thighs only to flip you over onto your stomach. One large hand moves to grip your hip and move you into an arch while the other slides to your cheek, keeping your face firmly smooshed into a fluffy pillow while still allowing you to breathe. 

his tone grows desperate as he takes in your perfect form, sliding back into you with ease as he notices all the little details on your face. fenty gloss and drool smudged around your parted lips and mascara running down your warm cheeks. “gonna fuck a kid into you baby girl, that way they know you’re mine. you’d like that wouldn’t you doll? huh?” his words come out more needy than he’d like to admit, you’d go as far as to say he was whining but who can blame him when your cunnie is squeezing him dick just right, desperate to milk another load out of him as your ass bounces back against his hips. "gonna let daddy fill this pretty fuckin pussy over. and over. and over.” he whimpers quietly into your neck with his big chest pressing you into the mattress, his words punctuated with deep, sharp ruts, each one stronger than the next while a rough hand sneaks under you to pinch and twist your dark nipples. 

he’s pounding into you desperately now, the squelching of your creamy pussy around his cock making him twitch as his hands find yours before he brings them behind you to pin against your back, a choice that sends a shiver down his spine when his eyes find your left hands entangled. both of your wedding rings are glinting in the dim light and your sounds are so sweet and suddenly you’re cumming and you’re- god, you’re his and it’s all just too much before toji’s eyes are rolling back and he’s spilling into you with a final deep thrust, stuffing his thick cock as deeply as he can inside your warm pussy as what feels like endless spurts of hot cum fills your already full hole. 

you’re panting like you ran a marathon (which confuses toji since he’s the one doing all the work) when you turn over, lashes fluttering as you open your eyes to look at the man above you, your husband, who’s already smirking down at you only slightly out of breath with a thin layer of sweat over his strong build. he leans down to kiss your plump lips, not minding the stickiness from your ruined makeup. “i’m sorry?” he tries again but the smug grin is still on his face. you roll your eyes with a huff in response and begin to move away from him but he can only shake his head as he grabs your hips, pulling you back down into another wet kiss as he prepares himself for round…

what round was this again?