Jazzysgarden🌷✨

20, black, she/her

[levismommymilker3000]

Hi, just here to share my thoughts they may be naughty, nice, or foolish even 💗 if I do write I’ll mostly write for thicker and curvier black women in general ofc!!!

- Jaz

Here’s my IG if I ever decide to post lol: https://www.instagram.com/jazzyssgarden?igsh=bjluYzBvN2s0cWx3&utm_source=qr

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⋆˚࿔. sukuna rubbing his cock on your face MDNI

gulps first time in a while writing smut, please don’t hate…

“You’re doing so well. Fuck, keep your tongue out juuust like that.” Sukuna purred, looking down at you. You were planted on your knees, both hands placed innocently in your lap, gaze locked onto crimson eyes.

For the past hour, he had been teaching you how to give a good blowjob. You were totally fucked out, completely forgotten how you ended up in this situation—especially with a man who had a reputation for having girls running out of the room, bursting into tears.

But you didn’t care about that, and besides, you were getting the hang of it. At first, you didn’t even know what to do with your hands or mouth when his dick was right in front of your face. You wouldn’t admit it, but it scared you. Not because of anything bad, but because of how big it was.

It was as big as your face; it was at least eight inches or more, and you’ve never seen a cock this big- well, at least face to face. You may or may not have watched a bunch of videos of guys jerking off on Twitter, but seeing it in real life. You couldn’t deny that it made you nervous.

Sukuna bit his lip while a tattooed hand gripped your hair tightly; the other hand held the base of his cock, slapping the tip against your flattened tongue. His abs flexed at the sight. Your pupils were blown with lust, and drool was dripping down the side of your chin. You looked like a slut.

What made Sukuna even more turned on by this whole situation was that you were the shy, nerdy girl in his class, and when you first asked him to teach you how to give a blowjob, for the first time in his life, he was stunned.

No one would've thought you would ask something along those lines. But you wanted to learn, plus you also wanted to try it out for the first time. But with the way Sukuna was groaning your name like he was getting the best dick sucking of his life. It seems you may not need this teaching.

"Let's see how pretty you look with my cock on your face. Hm?" You nodded rapidly as your tongue slid back into your mouth. Sukuna smirked, watching as you closed your eyes when he dragged his cock around your face.

“Enjoying this?” You murmured, peeking one eye open to stare up at the pink-haired man. He shrugged, moving his length to the side of your nose.

“I don’t know, am I?” He teased, flashing pearly white teeth. The same grin you always saw when he was being egotistical—you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“Seems like it…”

Sukuna doesn’t respond. Instead, He placed his hand flat around his cock while the other hand that was gripping your hair moved slowly down to your neck, holding onto it tightly. Not enough to cut your airway, but enough where you felt the rough pressure in his grip.

“Shh and be a good girl.” He began to thrust into his hand. It was slow in the beginning, his gaze heavily locked on you. As if he was admiring the way his cock looked, rubbing against your skin.

Sukuna couldn’t deny that this was the kinkiest shit he’s ever done with a girl. All the other times he had fucked someone, it was either too vanilla or the girls wouldn’t be into the stuff he was into. They’d either decline or think he was weird.

But now that he’s thinking about it, he may have found the one for him. Who knew the nerdy girl could be as kinky as he is?

You were completely cock drunk again—mind hazy, your thoughts tangled until they barely made sense anymore. Eyes fluttering shut, your mouth gapped open as you withdrew your tongue, slurping and licking the side of Sukuna's length that was right in front of your mouth.

His massive hand roamed all across your face as he continued to thrust faster against your face. His Eyebrows furrowed—lifting up- while his plump lips parted slightly.

You hollowed your cheeks, and the feeling alone could’ve made Sukuna cum in an instant. You whined against his cock, moving a hand up the front of his leg; the tip of your nails dug into his skin, making him hiss.

It was so messy. Spit all over your face, your hair sticking against the side of your cheek. The sound of him groaning, you slurping all over his dick and your muffled whimpers filled the room. It looked and sounded like something straight out of a porn film, or the kind of scene you’d only expect in a feverish dream.

“Who knew you were such a slut for cock.” He murmured, his voice raspy and filled with lust. You opened your eyes at his degradation. Peering through your lashes, your eyes caught onto his. You didn’t feel any sense of shame. If anything, you felt more turned on.

Without thinking, you moved your hand between your thighs, pushing your panties to the side, not long before you begin to rub slow circles around your clit, the sensation immediately made you whimper against him.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” Sukuna rasped, quickly moving his length from your face—which makes you whine in protest. Holy shit, you were cock drunk for him.

“Hey! Wha… What are you doing?” You questioned, as an eyebrow raised, flopping down both hands on your lap.

He chuckled at your neediness, pumping himself right in your face. Pre-cum spilled out from his pink tip, and you couldn’t help but want to clean up all the salty-sweet slick.

“You look pretty with my cock on your face.” His teeth sank into his swollen bottom lip. “Now I want to see how good you look with my cum on it.”

[userinherownwrld]

[kamiflix]

▶︎︎ PTDIMS (starring . sukuna ryomen)

synopsis . In which you foolishly moan the wrong name during sex. content . afab!reader, rough sex, lots of degrading, established relationship, possessiveness, choking, making him mad on purpose, dirty talk, jealousy, manhandling, etc.

"Nngh! Right there, Dabura!" You mistakenly moan out.

"You’ve lost your fuckin’ mind, huuh?" Sukuna drawls out in that raspy baritone that makes your cunt throb addictively around the thick shaft of his angered cock.

The veins decorating his dick bulk in a rush of aggravation at the way your lips fixed themself to utter the name of someone that isn’t the man fucking you to tears right now. He’s already got a hand clasped around your throat and he’s been fucking you from behind for a while now but after you got this audacity to moan some shit that wasn’t his name, Sukuna’s manhandling you down against the sheets roughly and repositioning.

His legs maneuver to straddle yours and he’s got you laying flat on the bed now as he drags his heavy cock out of you for a second, hissing at the slick string of filth hanging between your pussy and his leaking blushed tip.

“Dumb whore,” Sukuna heaves, big hands gripping at the fats of your ass and spreading you nice and open for him just to make sure he’s not going insane because he’s pretty sure he’s the one who just came inside you… not whoever the fuck you’d been moaning for a few seconds ago.

So as he watches this mess of cum dribble out of you in filthy globs, he smirks. For a small moment, his irritation is replaced with this genuine satisfaction.

But when you let out a whine, he’s reminded why he changed positions in the first place. “Cock always has you acting so fucking stupid. Hmph…” He chuffs, eyeing his cum gather in between the skin of your thighs. 

Then he moves one of his hands to the base of his dick, aligning himself against your twitching hole again. “And now look at her,” He scoffs and tips his head to the side—watching in awe at that rhythmic quiver of your pussy, simply aching for him to fill you once again. “Missing me already and I only just pulled out…” Your husband only teases you further as he leans his large body forward to whisper against the shell of your ear hotly, “What a needy lil’ slut,” He whispers searingly, “S’selfish too, moaning someone else’s name while I’m fucking you.”

You angle your head just right so that you can meet his gaze and he’s so clearly annoyed, maroon eyes all dark and low on you, his lips stretched downwards into this grumpy frown, and his brows knit together slightly. “I-I didn’t mean to, ‘Kuna,” You try to plead with him with that usual glassy-eyed look and pout combo you give him but you know damn well you’d said someone else’s name on purpose just to get a reaction out of your easily aggravated husband. 

He huffs. “Oh? Say that again.” And just as those words leave his hot mouth, his fat cock is nudging in between your sopping folds again with a slow push of his toned hips.

“I didn’t m-mean to,” Your voice practically dies in your throat as he slips into you in this new position—prone bone. You swear you can feel his cock stretching your walls further apart than before, his girth suddenly feeling ten times thicker and causing your lashes to flutter.

Sukuna grouses, “Word for word, slut.”

And he’s still pushing into you, his cock hot against your droopy cunt as you spaz around him. “I didn’t mean to, ‘Kuna,” With a heightened pitched that makes his heart flip in his chest, Sukuna smirks at the change in your tone.

“Mh.” He hums, easing his hips back slower than he’d been pushing them forward, “One more time.” This man is gonna be the death of you…

“I-I didn’t—hnngh..” Your sentence comes out short as he gives you one mean thrust, sharp pelvis sandwiching against the plump fat of your ass and his cock sloppily kissing the very hilt of your pussy. For a moment, you lay there with your jaw slack, fingers curling into the sheets, and another breathy excuse of a moan leaving your lips. “M-Mean to S’kuna,“ You choke out with a drop of your head into the sheets.

Your husband cracks a full smile at that and your overstimulated display. With a tip of his head, he snakes a hand under your limp body and his touch finds purchase right against his cock bulging against your skin. Then he leans down to your ear again, which applies this overwhelming pressure onto both your body and where his cock is nuzzled inside you. “What was that last part?” He whispers.

Drool leaks from the corner of your parted lips and you reply with a moan, “Sukuna…”

Still right against your ear, “Again, louder this time, woman.” He instructs, dragging his hips back again before fucking you nice and tortuously slow—making you feel every single throbbing inch of his cock as he stuffs you over and over.

“Oh fuck—Sukuna-, hahh…” You babble in between his movements. You can hardly think with how full of him you feel. Even with the slightest squeeze your cunt makes around him, it only gets worse for you. He’s everywhere with a hand on your lower stomach, making sure you feel how deep he’s getting, his lips against your ear, and his hips pressed right against your ass.

He’s hardly allowing you a moment to breathe or process.

“Mhmm, what’s my name? Say it again, lemme see.” He huffs, snaking his other hand to your chin just to tip your head back. 

As your eyes land on his expression, you notice how pissed he looks, despite the slight softness in his recent words. Drooling still, eyes all wide ‘n glossy, you let out a heavy puff of air in a pathetic attempt to catch your breath. “Sukunaa,” You whine, the syllables flowing from your mouth just as smoothly as your orgasm begins to gush out around his dick.

Your husband smiles, almost as if he were proud. “Uhuh, that’s it.” Then, his head tilts to the side a bit more and he leans down further just to lap up the slick mess trickling down your chin. Lips moving over your wet skin as he whispers deeply, “Who’s cock are you cumming all over right now?”

Sukuna takes things a step further and begins to flick two thick fingers over your clit to coax you through that abrupt orgasm of yours—adoring the desperate spasm and twitch of your body that follows his touch. 

Your jaw falls further open and your fingers claw at the bedsheet below, “Ohmygod… Y-Yours, Sukuna, yours.” You gasp, suppressing a filthy choke in your throat just before his hand shifts.

“That’s what the hell I thought. Now open that pretty mouth f’me,” Sukuna instructs, his fingertips prodding at your pouty lips. It’s slow but you part your lips open for him and even push your head forward just to take his digits into your mouth. “Uhuh, suck on ‘em juuust like that. Now you can’t say anymore stupid shit, just sit there and take this dick the way you’re supposed to.”

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[jussanother]

[levismommymilker3000]

It’s been a minute 😣

[levismommymilker3000]

Tojis just so big and meaty, I just want my nose all up in his nutsack and then do the chubby bunny challenge with those cum filled pouches 😮‍💨 not even a krispy kreme donut can compare to that creamy tip of his 😩🌷✨

[fluttrdoll]

⋆˚ ✿ ˖ ࣪ tengen fucking you behind his wives’ backs

tengen knows he shouldn’t be seeing you, especially when he has three wives at home who don’t particularly like you — and for good reason. but he just can’t help the way he’s grown addicted to you, and especially addicted to the way your pussy feels around his thick cock as your gummy walls tighten around him every time he’s inside.

his wives have every reason to be suspicious of you with the way tengen’s eyes linger on you for too long or the way you look up at him with that playful glint they know all too well. they see the way he’s overly friendly with you, the lingering touches and the way he laughs with crinkles next to his eyes, the type of laughter they rarely see anymore. and to anyone else, it was painfully obvious what was going on between you two, but tengen always reassured them that you were nothing more than friends, and that they had nothing to worry about.

he’ll say that, then not even a few hours later find himself in your home late at night when his wives are asleep, fucking you deep into the mattress with your legs resting on his broad shoulders as you cry out his name and your pussy swallows his length whole, like you were made perfectly for him.

sex with you is just something else. with the way your pussy sucks him in so eagerly, desperate to swallow him whole as your walls flutter around his shaft — it has tengen completely addicted and completely at your mercy, even if he knew it was wrong. but even the thought of his wives finding out definitely doesn’t make him stop, only adding to the thrill.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby..”, he’ll mutter against your ear as he watches you come undone beneath him, admiring the sight of your parted lips and half lidded eyes as he continues to stretch you out with his cock, his mushroom tip throbbing when he nears his peak while snapping his hips forward.

and as he watches the way you cum, writhing beneath him with pretty babbles and the high pitched moan of his name, it has tengen’s throbbing cock still hard and eager to pound your overstimulated pussy over and over despite the overflow of cum in the clear latex around his cock, and he honestly can’t help but wish he didn’t have to use this stupid condom, the thought of claiming you as his own from filling you up with his seed sounding way more appealing.

[chrollohearttags]

heyyyy cherry <333 wanted your opinion on female friendships with the perspective of someone who is autistic and aroace like you!!! don't answer if it makes you uncomfortable!!

i wrote a 5k words essay on two autistic women i considered the loves of my life even though they are "just" my best friends, and i end up really going deep on how i feel about female friendships and romantic love as a woman who is autistic and bisexual/pan idc about the label i love everybody but prefer women. and i thought about you who is aroace, and i talked about people like you in that essay, because i swear yall are the only people who get how friendships is soooo powerful and deep as humans. everyone is sooo focused on sex and romance, i feel like an alien. its so hurtful and painful when you realize a straight woman genuinely doesn't give a fuck about you, is so male-centred that she only cares about female friendships for competition or using us as placeholders until she gets that perfect man she is delusional about, when she is married, her female best friends are forgotten and become bitter/jealous of her because they are hurt to not see her again. so many cases. these two women im talking about are aroace + autistic, i think thats why our friendship is so deep. we see each other as humans, accept the disgusting parts of ourselves and we deeply understand ourselves at our core with our common neurodivergence. i feel so blessed and so grateful to know them.

i wanted to know your experience with female friendships, since i know a lot of autistic women struggle a lot with them, and you mentionned not having a support system, so you can also talk about your experience with loneliness of course, because if you talk about loneliness, you will end up go back to these friendships who hurt you/disappointed you, and i truly value your experience and really want to maybe one day wrote a book about female friendships when you are autistic and queer ? idk!!!!!!!

ofc, no need to be too personal if you are kinda uncomfortable <3 genuinely just want to have more insight on this subject, because i think i have heavily priveleges to be an autistic afro latina and found other autistic women of color who valued friendship as important as me ????? fucking jackpot. mind you, i have a new congelese friend i think she is autistic too lmfaoooooo, i swear autistic women love me so bad i always attract them, i love my people <3 thank you if you answer, and please take care!!!!!

hi my lovely!!! <3333 I am honestly honored that you thought abt me and wanted my insight. this is a really interesting topic and I guess I’ve never rlly thought about it from the lens of how these things play a role. Or rather, no one has ever asked me smth so interpersonal so I’m happy to share! Trust me, I’m pretty much an open book and might yap too much but I hope I can provide a good answer w/o straying!

first of all though, I think you did an amazing job of summing up how a majority of female friendships pan out due to societal and patriarchal standards. I realized very recently that a lot of it is just due to conditioning and how as women, we’re raised to prioritize the familial unit and ofc men over our needs. How if we are ‘too close’ to our lady friends, that must mean we’re lesbian (which they try so hard to make sound like a slur idk why) and want to date each other. But I think for heterosexual women, at least imo, they don’t have the understanding to see these relationships as anything more than a placeholder until she gets the ‘dream life’ she’s been promised since childhood (i.e., the husband, kids, fairy tale wedding and all that nonsense). And when ur aroace, pansexual or on the queer spectrum in general, it kind of disrupts that status quo and most women are taught that if you break that, then they are the problem (too bad for them idgaf bc I’m not doing any of that). It truly sounds as if you’ve found your ppl and a strong tribe and I’m so happy for you!!! 😭🫶🏾 it’s truly a rare thing in this day + age but it’s smth that’s so so needed. Especially with the rise of misogyny/misogynoir and violence against women in general. Like we really do need to be our own comfort and community. Not to mention, you rlly don’t know love until you find girlhood like it’s truly the best feeling. Myself personally, I stopped befriending men altogether, queer or otherwise at abt 21 years old bc I realized there was no such thing and they could not be trusted. A lot of them love to use friendship as an excuse to be blatantly sexist and disrespectful and I literally would knock their fucking heads loose if they called me out of my name under the guise of being ‘like a brother’.

As for myself, I would say I’ve had a mixed experience when it comes to fem friendships. I’ll preface by saying that myself personally, I’ve always been somewhat of a loner and I’ve very rarely been the one to initiate friendships. (I did do it recently as a test to myself and I have some…feelings regarding it I’ll talk abt that a lil further down lmao!) I’ll also say that ive only ever had two girls in my life that I’d consider to be my best friends. We’ve known each other for 10 years, one of them has a child now, we don’t talk as often and never met in person unfortunately but they are the only two I find myself not having to mask around or pretend with. It’s like time never passed when we speak. With that being said, a majority of my experiences have been me being othered or the outlier friend. Even they at some point had separate group chats with other ppl and I was just alone. Which again, was just fine bc I’m used to it. I find myself being the one that’s again, that placeholder and coupled with autism, neurodivergence and not having the desire to converse abt the typical things like relationships and sex, I found myself even further isolated. Growing up, I’d have to make up crushes or use OC’s I was creating at the time just to participate bc I knew I didn’t like anyone skksksksk. Perhaps my most profound experience, the one that truly helped me understand just how much misogyny affects our bonds, is a girl I befriended working at a grocery store in my town. And to set the tone, I live in southern United States and this town is predominately white (I’m talking I was the only blk person in my HS graduating class type shit). She was super religious (raised JW) and it definitely played a role in making the friendship miserable.

She was a sweet girl but heavily male centered. She hadn’t even gotten a high school diploma but was always worried abt getting a bf + eventually a husband. Which again, I realize was due to her religion. However, she used it as a crutch to be a bad friend and evade accountability. There were several instances where she’d put me in uncomfortable or dangerous situations to be in proximity to men and ironically enough, it was one of her bullshit stunts that ultimately pushed me to finally go get my drivers license just so I could take myself out rather than having to put up with her antics. I was always the sponge, the chill friend that did whatever she wanted but I’d express my discomfort with not only having men around but having them be the focal point of our convos and outings and it continued. For example, we could be at a restaurant and she’d be talking abt how hungry she was the entire ride over, only to stop eating if a male server walked by. It was that bad! I could tell sm but we’d be here all day. We also had a third to our group that we met right before they both moved away and although her and I had a lot more in common with her being a fellow cosplayer and anime fan, but she was also very male centered. Always talking abt her ex and finding love again, even when she was facing eviction bc she did not have a job and allowed him to trick her into that whole “I’ll take care of you” nonsense.

with me being as self sufficient and goal driven as I am, I eventually could not handle it bc they didn’t even want to better themselves in terms of personal growth, they wanted to lose weight or do certain things for male approval. I was lowkey relieved when they both left as horrible as that sounds. But at the time, I was having fun and enjoying having ppl to hang out with. Ofc they’re both married now so they have their wish ig. But as I said, I’m always the outside person. I’ve never had MY best friend, the one individual that’s just for me and the older I get, I doubt that will happen. I did recently meet a girl at a con a couple months ago and like I said, I pushed myself to initiate the conversation but she’s got such a bold personality and is friends with EVERYONE, which compliments my shyness but I’m still learning sm abt how to navigate these relationships. We talked very in depth about our triggers, dislikes, likes, ways to communicate, flaws, etc and it was so refreshing to be able to be upfront and open with someone like that. However, she is married and also pansexual, as well as super flirtatious. Her husband is a complete sweetheart though and he loves it 😭 I have not come out as aro ace to her yet, mainly because every time we’ve hung out, our parents have been with us and I don’t feel like explaining to my folks what that means yet bc we know how blk parents can be. With ALLLLLL of that being said, I am grateful for the bonds I’ve been able to form thus far. I have IMMENSE love for each and every one of the women I’ve crossed paths with in my life. Whether we still talk or not. If one of them called me right now in a crisis, I’d drop everything. My only regret is that my identity/mental illnesses and propensity to loneliness has hindered me from finding that one person who I can finally let my guard down with.

[polaroidsex]

★ streamer!jo makes you fuck him reverse cowgirl after you blamed him for not giving you attention

his stream is still rolling, the chat flying by in a blur of emotes and questions he barely glances at anymore.

satoru’s leaned back in his gaming chair, legs spread wide, headset snug over his white hair, mic picking up every low laugh he lets out while he queues into another round with the guys. the screen in front of him glows with bright colors and kill feeds, but his real focus is lower, right where you’re straddling him backwards, skirt flipped up around your waist, panties long gone.

“dude,” someone pings in.

“yeah, i’m here,” he murmurs into the mic, voice calm and easy like nothing’s happening, thumb brushing over the controller. “sorry about the lag earlier, my bad.”

you bite your lip hard to keep quiet, knees digging into the cushion on either side of his thighs.

he’s already inside you, thick and warm and so deep it makes your head spin every time you shift. he had pulled you onto him the second you started whining about how he never pays attention anymore, eyes half-lidded. “ride me then,” he’d said, simple as that, camera off but everything else still live. “show me how bad you need it while i finish this game.”

your hands grip the edge of the desk for balance, trying not to make the chair creak too loud.

every little roll of your hips sinks him deeper, the slow drag pulling soft, wet sounds that only you can hear. satoru’s free hand rests on your ass, fingers spread, guiding you just enough to keep the rhythm lazy and torturous. not fast, not rough but enough to make your thighs tremble.

“bro, you’re cracked today,” one of his friends laughs through the headset, probably thinking satoru’s tired.

satoru chuckles, the vibration running straight through his chest and into you. fuck.

“must be the vibes,” he answers, voice smooth, thumb pressing a little firmer against your skin as he makes you take another inch. you clench around him without meaning to and he exhales through his nose, quiet enough that the mic probably doesn’t catch it. probably.

“y’all seem to play weak tonight,” satoru responds.

you glance over your shoulder at him. his eyes are on the screen, lips parted just a fraction, but the way his fingers dig into your hip tells you he’s feeling every single flutter. he gives a tiny thrust up when you least expect it, just enough to bump against that spot that makes your mouth fall open in a silent gasp.

“keep going, baby,” he mouths, no sound, only the shape of the words while his teammate rambles about some play.

his hand slides around to your front, fingertips barely grazing where you’re stretched around him, teasing without giving you the friction you’re aching for. “nice and slow. let me feel you.”

your breath comes shaky, chest tight as you rock back onto him again, the angle letting him press so deep it borders on too much. the chat keeps popping off on the monitor, none of them knowing their favorite streamer is buried inside you, letting you use him while he casually calls shots with the boys. the contrast makes your stomach twist in the best way.

satoru leans forward a little, pretending to adjust something on his setup, and the shift pushes him even further.

you have to press your face into your arm to muffle the whimper that tries to slip out. and satoru notices, of course he does. that fuck-ass smug little huff of air leaves him as he settles back, palm smoothing over your spine like he’s soothing you.

“you good over there?” his friend asks.

“yeah,” satoru replies, voice perfectly steady even as he gives another lazy roll of his hips that has you seeing stars. “think imma need to sign out tonight, i’m not feeling well, chat.”

he keeps you like that for the rest of the round, making you ride him reverse, slow and deliberate, every movement dragging pleasure through you while he talks and laughs and plays like it’s nothing. when the game ends and he finally mutes for a second, he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“blame me for not giving you attention again,” he whispers, breath hot, “and next time the camera stays on.”

discovering streamer!satoru au.. whew y’all will hate to see me coming now

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Love ain’t real. We’re all doomed. KLAY THOMPSON WHEN I CATCH YOU NIGGA—

These men keep playing in Megan’s face fr and it’s pissing me off. All the shit she did for this nigga. Talking bout “MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN” in a damn song she wrote for HIM. Bought a house with him.

Thirty-five years old and you don’t know if you wanna be monogamous/get married?? 😒😒

I really hope Megan is surrounded by genuine, safe love and that she knows that she’s irreplaceable 🩷🩷

Hotties we ride at dawn.

[jussanother]

[levismommymilker3000]

Yes I mostly read smut bc who’s going to police me 😩 I will be freaked out about fictional characters and that is perfectly fine. 💕🌸

[thatsallitchief]

The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe

[levismommymilker3000]

Need him sooo baddd😩

[levismommymilker3000]

I took these for my 20th birthday last month and I tried to give hazy, fairy look idk 😭 but I def enjoyed outside 😚 I don’t know why the sun had to leave just as soon as I wanted to take pictures 😞

[chosayi]

inspired by this 👅

babydaddy!toji who claims you two are just co-parenting but still checks who’s texting you when your phone lights up.

“is he good with kids?” he’d ask out of nowhere, looking over your shoulder at your phone, making you jump because you didn’t even feel him come up behind you in the kitchen.

“boy, what is wrong with you?! mind your business!” you’d snap, sucking your teeth as he walked away laughing.

babydaddy!toji who literally does any and everything to stay at your house, claiming meg left his toys at his place or boldly fixing things around your place even though you tell him you can hire someone and he just scoffs. “yeah, go ahead and waste your money when i’m right here.”

babydaddy!toji who calls your daughter princess and megumi brat but still refers to you as mama even though you two aren’t together anymore.

babydaddy!toji who loves when you snap at him because he thinks you’re cute when you’re mad and that makes you even more mad.

babydaddy!toji who is always touching you for no reason. grabbing your hips to “get by” when there is plenty of space. lifting you randomly because he swears you are lighter than his gym weights. smacking your ass whenever he feels like it. it never mattered where y’all were at either.

at the grocery store the cashier asks politely, “would you like your receipt ma’am?”

“yes,” you answer, but before you can grab it you feel toji press up behind you, hand sliding to your waist, face dipping into your neck like he has zero shame. “toji! get off of me!” you whispered loudly, trying to pry him away while he just hums against your skin. and the cashier looks at everything but you two.

babydaddy!toji who becomes father of the year when you two are out with the kids and a guy tries to talk to you.

babydaddy!toji who opens the door half asleep, ready to complain then fully wakes up when he sees you all dressed up with megumi tugging your hand and the little 12 month old in a stroller.

his eyes flick from the kids to you and then back again. “who’s this for?” he asks, arms crossed against his beefy chest, trying not to show he’s caught off guard.

“…watch the kids for me,” you say lightly, stepping past him. he moves immediately because there is no way he is letting you stand outside looking like that.

“where you goin lookin like that?” he asks, ruffling megumi’s hair a little too rough. “a date?”

“yeah, actually...” you said, stopping the stroller near the couch where megumi was already sitting, focused on his handheld console.

“why? you don’t need a date. you got me,” he argued, jealously slipping through his words. you ignored him, kissing your kids goodbye and walking out the door because who was he to tell you what to do?

he sucked his teeth. the second your car pulls off, toji closes the door a little harder than necessary. he stands there for a second, jaw tight, then exhales through his nose like he’s calming himself down. 

“meg,” he drops onto the couch next to megumi asking oddly specific questions about who you are seeing, what he looks like, if he wears sunglasses, weird hair… megumi has no clue and just keeps playing his game.

he even turns to the baby like she's about to give him classified information knowing good and well she only says mama and papa.

babydaddy!toji who has you right where he wants you when you come back to him, complaining about how the date did not go as planned. putting you in the meeeeanest mating press. knees on both sides of your head, ramming himself into you repeatedly.

you were sticky with sweat and cum. he already came inside of you but you don’t even remember when because you two have been at it for so long. you hiccuped as you felt the warm liquid slush around inside of your sore walls. each time he bottomed out, some of it would leak out, soaking the sheets.

“tojiii—“ you choked on the spit forming in your mouth, squirming under his hold and weight. 

“yeahhh? you like when i fuck you like this, huh?” he breathed in your ear. his angry, bulbous tip bullying your cervix relentlessly. you swear you could feel him in your stomach because of how deep he was.

“mm—y-yesss. i love it so muuuchh!” you moaned, a white ring of both of your body fluids built up on the base of his fat, heavy dick. 

“shittt, this pussy s’ good, mama,” he groaned, feeling his stomach tighten. “gonna fill you up. wanna make you a mommy again. ahh fuck… you’d want that. right?”

“yes toji!—oh fuck—yes… give me another one,” your eyes rolled back when his hips rutted into yours harder than before, his hot seed spurting inside of you once again.

as you both regained your breaths, he gave you a big wet kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth. then pulled out of you with a small squelch, laying next to you on the bed with the back of his hand covering his face. “you know you can’t get rid of me.”

babydaddy!toji who took a bite of his chips when he looked at the positive pregnancy test you placed on the marble table, then looked at you, who was clearly irritated.

“so…”

“so? can’t you see?? you got me pregnant again!” you snapped, throwing your hands in the air.

he blinks at you slow. “again?” he repeated like he needed clarification.

“yes. again, toji,” you said, voice sharp with frustration.

“i mean… is that not what you wanted? you said that you wanted me to give you another baby,” he said slowly.

“toji!” you gasped. hated the fact that he was right. the date was terrible. the guy was dry, awkward, and kept talking about himself and the second you were back at toji’s house, he looked so good. familiar. safe.

so yeah, you did ask for that. you absolutely did.

but that didn’t make you feel any better. in the moment? maybe! but now? it made you feel worse than ever.

“…whatever. this is all of your fault,” you muttered, turning around and going down the hallway to your bedroom.

“how? you dragged me to bed mama!” he called out.

“stop calling me that!!” you shot back, shutting the door with a loud bang.

he sighed, looking back at the pregnancy test. “again, huh…” he muttered under his breath.

babydaddy!toji who’s stuck to you like glue, who will not let any other man come into your life, and this is exactly how he makes sure that gets into your head.

@chosayi 2026 (breeding kink go brrr)