Bimbo

requests are open, cuties!! thanks for reading :) (18)

[nonbinary-thot]

My M.list <3

I will write:

Smut

Fluff

Angst

X reader

Male, female, nonbinary, whatever.

Platonic

Any anime, but I haven't seen a lot so it'll take me longer to write it, because I'll have to watch it <3

What I won't write:

Incest.

Non- x reader (sorry not my thing)

Basically anything disgusting

[tokkushin]

this goes for ALL fandoms: readers need to know how to seperate the writing from the writers. people come on here and absolutely dogshit or terrorize authors about concepts they write when in reality, it doesn't mean they support those concepts at all. it's fiction. if you can't process that shit in the big '26 you need a reality check 🫩

also, writers don't owe anyone anything... people come on here as if writers are their personal workers that are supposed to make content perfectly tailored for them to goon to. people write because it's what they enjoy doing — when you come on here demanding shit it's not helpful, it's draining.

i'll delete this later but golly.

[bearinlaice]

[nonbinary-thot]

No, exactly. Writing is supposed to be FUN, so when you people come on here and demand we change what WE find fun to write, it becomes like a job to us. If you are gonna make it like a job, you should be paying us atp ✌️

[nonbinary-thot]

Item: Headphones Rarity: ⏶ Common

Name a video game song you still have stuck in your head.

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

I really like "Them of Laura" feom Silent Hill 2 lol

[tonycries]

Tonyyyy 😭 you dont understand how badly I screamed when I saw this and it immediately made me think of you.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO I've seen this AU around and it's making me thinkkkkk- Nerd-ji who looks all rough and tough and MEAN but the only fights he gets into are onIine ones powerscaling idk- Fight CIub or DBZ 👀 Nerd-ji who thinks you look like his waifu and can't take his eyes off of you (the glasses don't hide a thing) 👀 Nerd-ji who is actually a shivering, shaking mess underneath you 👀

[nonbinary-thot]

OMG YES. And he has a secret stash of photos and merchandise of his said waifu under his bed. Possibly posters in his room. He so embarrassed when you see his room for the first time !!

Very minimal in furniture but SO much manga and dating games 😭🙏

[satoruined]

crying during sex w / satoru gojo 18+ mdni

“hey, why are you crying?”

the edges of him blur and smudge, threaten to dissolve like a rapidly fading dream. you blink slowly, measuring each one until his face swims back into focus.

the bedsheets are stiff and scratchy under your thighs. above him, a jaundiced halo crowns his form, an artificial aureole that distorts the geometry of your surroundings into surreal chiaroscuro. all indicators—white bedding, ascetic décor—mark this as a hotel room, yet you cannot recall checking in, nor trace the steps that brought you here. (perhaps this is the afterlife; the conjecture, eerily plausible, unnerves you far less than it should.)

none of that matters. he’s here.

tonight, you are finally what you’ve always been supposed to be. fully leaning into each other’s arms instead of holding back. perhaps should have happened long ago.

your hand ascends to his face, thumb gliding along the pale serrated scars etched into his cheek. his lashes quiver as he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. the scars do not diminish his beauty. not in the slightest.

“seriously, though. why are you crying? am i hurting you?”

you hitch your hips, silently urging him forward. he moans into the crook of your neck, and the shallow thrusts resume. it grants you a few seconds to collect yourself.

“because i love you,” (there they are: the words that had stuck in your throat for the longest time.) your fingers creep up his nape, before threading between his snowy locks. keeping your gaze fixed on the ceiling, you continue: “and i almost lost you before i got the chance to tell you.”

you feel him smile against your cheek. that damn smile that makes a decade of heartbreak and loneliness worthwhile.

“heh, i’ve always known, my silly girl.” he kisses your temple. “y’know i couldn’t kick the bucket before hearing you admit it.”

[nonbinary-thot]

I just wanna beat my Meat. I JSUT WANNA BEAT MY FUCKING MEATTTT

[catboycrack]

New rule: if youre rude to customer service workers you're not allowed to jerk off to my blog!!!

[nonbinary-thot]

PREACH IT ! (as someone who works in customer service)

[nonbinary-thot]

a/n THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS !! this probably seems a bit overkill yk, but it means the world to me people actually like my shitty stories and what not.

cont: what happens when you decided to buy a new outfit with the bonus Nanami gave you, and suddenly everyone of his colleagues are whipped for you?

Being Nanami Kento's cute little secretary was nice. You got a pretty big desk right outside his office in your own, you have a nice pay, and you could wear all the cute outfits you want.

What wasn't the nice feature, was all his colleagues who liked to burrow you because "why get my own secretary when I could just ask Nanami to burrow you?"

it was definitely weird, practically being everyone's secretary, you supposed. it definitely wasn't bad, if you were honest. these men were all so attractive, it was hard to think in their presence sometimes, especially Nanami's.

"hey sweetheart, did you get my report back in?" there was that annoyingly high pitched squeaky voice, Satoru Gojo, followed by Suguru Geto. " yes sir, I did, it's right here."

The smirk on his face was so annoying, but honestly, you didn't really give a shit since you got paid a fat check. "(reader), did you get my report in too?" And then there was Suguru Geto with his deep voice, and his long black hair. "I also got yours too." you smiled, giving them that sweet, polite smile you always did.

What was it with them in coming in pairs? they were a bit weird, always hanging around your office outside Nanami's, but the second they heard Nanami's door open, they were like they were in a sprinting race.

"Hi Nanami, I have your reports, and the email you asked me to forward to you." you flashed him that smile. He nodded and took the report from you, flipping through it, but you could feel his eyes on you.

"new dress, (reader)? looks good." he muttered, shutting the report to lean down to your desk, his eyes flitting up and down your body. it made you a bit conscious, but also, the attention felt great coming from your boss.

"oh uh- yes sir, it is. Do you like it?" You asked, fluttering your long lashes at him. Nanami let out a small groan and pulled away from your desk, "yeah, it looks great on you. Give me a twirl?" He bit his bottom lip slightly.

Giggling as you stood up, moving from you desk to stand in front of him and giving him a small twirl. The dress fit on your pudgy form, hugging your love handles and stopping above your knees, a beautiful sundress.

"I have a meeting tonight, i'd like you to stay back and join the meeting, if you're not busy after work? Don't worry about clocking out, you can stay clocked in until after the meeting is finished." He gave you a small smile, before leaving back into his office.

The day honestly went by pretty slow, with a few other of his colleagues coming by to grab reports you did, or to ask you to get them coffee. When his meeting cam up though, you watched as Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Higuruma Hiromi, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen, and even the really shy guy Choso Kamo. You never spoke much to him, since he didn't particularly ever talk to you, but he was definitely cute. A bit timid around you.

When Nanami came out, and beckoned you in, it hit you when you stood up. You started to sweat and your knees got wobbly. But you followed him in, and sat down in a chair somewhat close to his. Being in a room full of men definitely wasn't making your heart slow down one bit.

Nanami talked about the usual stuff, the boring things. Most of the men paid attention, a few of them messing with their pens or, paying attention to you.

The meeting took a.... Weird turn when Nanami mentioned you, that's when you snapped out of your daze and looked up, a bit dumbfounded he said your name.

"(reader), how do you feel about that? I know it's not in your pay raise or what you even remotely signed up for, but we all think you're.. Gorgeous, and we've talked about it together, now we just want to know what you think. Obviously, if you're creeped out or refuse to do so, you can leave and we'll forget about this."

That... Didn't help since you were previously not paying attention. You just nodded slowly. "uh.. Y-yeah? Uhm, yeah sure.."

That got a few smirks and whistles from the other men, and Nanami started undoing his tie. "alright, it's settled then. I'll go first, and then we all take turns." He pulled his tie off, and sat back in his chair, pushing it a bit out to unbuckle his pants.

Oh wow, this was.. Not what you were expecting. Your face turned a bright red, and quickly looked around to see the other men not so subtly playing with themselves. Turning your head to look back at Nanami, he nodded at you.

"don't be scared, (reader)." He gave you a small smile to reassure you. Swallowing thickly, you climbed out of your chair and shakily kneeled before him, placing your hands on his thighs. He chuckled, feeling your hands shake.

Glancing up at him, you helped him out of his pants, pulling them down to his ankles. His dick was pretty big, around 7 inches with a slight curve upwards, but the slight bead of pre rolling from his tip and down his base was mouthwatering.

Hearing the other men grunt in pleasure, watching as you took hold of Nanami's cock, and started to slowly pump it. Nanami's head fell back in his chair. "fuck sweetheart, such a soft hand you have.." He groaned. The praise only went straight to your core.

Gaining a sudden boost of confidence, you leaned forward, licking his tip before swallowing his cock in your throat...

Hehehe, cliff hanger >:3

[gojosbf]

[nonbinary-thot]

Guys

GUYS PLS THIS IS ALL MY TUMBLR IS. STOP THIS MADNESS

Please my heart can't take this IM GONNA DIE

[kaa-05n2]

[nonbinary-thot]

STOP THIS MADNESS, IM CRYING. YOU ALL ARE ALLERGIC TO HAPPINESS, STOP THIS.

[nonbinary-thot]

WE'RE SO CLOSE TO 150 FOLLOWERS !??

This is so cool 😭🙏 I'll be writing probably one of the longest fics I've ever done for a 150 follower special 💕💕 thank you all who follow me 🥹

I would like some suggestions, because as of right now I have no idea what I'll be writing, but I'll try to make it a 12k fic or more! So this will definitely be the longest fic I've ever written.

[dollfacefantasy]

cherry on top ♡

older bf!satoru gojo x fem!reader

after a shopping trip, you always have to have a little fashion show to show your boyfriend what you got.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fingering

You prance out of the bathroom to stand in the center of your bedroom before your boyfriend. Only sporting a lacy bralette and the new panties you were showing off, you do a little spin for him. This was a ritual between the two of you by now. Always after a shopping spree (that was paid for with his card), Satoru would watch the little fashion show you’d put on for him.

He sat in the corner of the room, his large frame leaning back into the plush cushions of your chair. His eyebrows raise at what you’ve come out dressed in now. The new item visibly piques his interest. His head rises a bit, leaving its previous position with his cheek situated against his knuckles.

“Cherries, huh?” he asks, his grin spreading as he takes in the cherry-speckled, baby pink fabric covering your ass, “You getting bored of plain old pink?”

“No, I just thought these ones were cute,” you say.

You strut towards him, and he lets out a whistle. Heat creeps from the pit of your stomach through your chest and up your neck to your cheeks.

“So you like?” you ask.

“Course I do,” he says and reaches out, getting a firm grip on your hips to pull you towards him.

His eyes scan the garment as his hands guide your hips into doing another circle for him. A kiss lands on your thigh before his eyes look up and find yours.

“Very pretty,” he says as his hands begin moving up and down your thighs.

Your skin erupts into tiny bumps as his hands bring a chill over your flesh. It’s hard not to sway on your feet and lose balance with all his attention on you. His lips lay a few more tender kisses near the hem of the fabric as he kneads your cheeks. He gives your backside a playful smack before he tugs you back and takes you into his lap.

“My little dolly girl. You taste as sweet as a bowl of cherries too,” he murmurs, dragging his nose against your temple.

“Satoru…” you say. Some timidness creeps into your voice as you curl your legs up onto his lap with the rest of your body.

“What, baby?” he whispers.

His breath fans over your neck before his lips press kisses to your throat in the same manner he had to your hip. His tongue flicks at your pulse point, making you shudder again. Your limbs feel warm and liquified. His affection had melted you down to be perfectly pliant under his hands. He parts your legs with ease, each one spreading to either one of his thighs.

“How much did these cost, sweet thing?” he whispers.

But you know what he’s really asking. How mad would you be if I ripped them off?

“Don’t Satoru,” you say, your voice picking up that whiny quality he loved so much, “They weren’t that much, but they were the only ones in my size.”

He responds with a throaty chuckle, but he seems to respect your wishes.

“Fine, pretty girl. But you wouldn’t mind getting them a little wet, would you?” he asks.

“They already are,” you tease and push yourself back against him further.

That brings a more genuine laugh from him. “That’s my girl,” he breathes.

He slides one of his palms around to your front and slips it inside the new panties. True to your word, the fabric was sticky, damp against his knuckles. As he had done so many times before, his long, nimble fingers find your clit and twirl over it. The swollen little bud throbs against his fingertips.

His digits slide against your slippery folds, rubbing up and down teasingly and swiping over your dripping entrance. You suck in a labored breath, but he doesn’t push inside just yet. Instead, he drags his movements upward again. He pinches your sensitive bundle of nerves, smirking as your hips jolt and you whine.

“So cute, babydoll. You get all dressed up for me, but my favorite part is always gonna be what’s underneath,” he coos.

His free hand coasts up and down your side before giving your breasts some attention. He gropes the roundness of your chest, savoring the way your back arches away from him so you can push yourself into his touch more.

“Just wanna look good for you,” you whimper, eyes fluttering at the continued pleasure he brings you.

“You’re smarter than that, honey,” he teases as his fingers drift down again and prod at your hole, “You always look good to me, but you know you look best when you got nothing on. When you’re underneath me, and I’m filling you up. That pretty little face all scrunched up, whining for it harder.”

“Fuck,” you yelp as his fingers push inside of you. 

Your walls engulf him on instinct, squeezing around his fingers. His description of you had your mind soft and floaty, as if there was nothing but hot air inside your skull. Your head tilts backward and rests against his shoulder. He grins since he can now see your facial expressions.

More moans echo from you at the way he pumps his hand back and forth. He curls his finger inside of you to hit the soft spot of bliss, drawing new noises of rapture from you every few seconds. And all the while the heel of his palm grinds against your pulsating clit. Feeling pleasure on both fronts drives you off the rails.

Your legs quiver with impending release. Your whole body feels like it’s simultaneously tightening and loosening against him as you sink into the euphoric abyss he’s creating for you.

“Satoru,” you cry to alert him, “Gonna cum.”

“All over your new panties? Naughty baby,” he mocks.

A breathy whimper leaves you and you roll your hips back against him. Raw rushes of pleasure strike you over and over.

“Please?” you mewl brokenly.

“Go ahead, gotta break ‘em in,” he jokes, never stopping the movement of his hand.

You whine nice and loud, and let everything flood out of you. The ecstasy crashes over you in waves. Your hips buck erratically, with no sense of rhythm, You vaguely hear Satoru talking you through it, cooing praises at you and kissing up the side of your face. Your mind is too spun out to register exact details though.

On the way down, you melt back into his chest like always. He wraps you up in his arms after removing his hand from your underwear. The material is soaked now, stained a darker color with your arousal. Straying from the usual routine though, he doesn’t keep you cradled close to him.

This time he lifts you up and carries you the couple paces to the bed before tossing you onto the mattress. He looks down at you with a lecherous glint in his blue eyes. He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, staring you down as he sticks them inside and sucks the remaining essence of you off them. Once they’re clean, he climbs on top of you and leans down for one more kiss.

“Like I said, sweet as cherries," he mumbles against your lips, "I think I need to taste some more.”

[nonbinary-thot]

@tteokdoroki

[nonbinary-thot]

Choso likes to do a lot of things and forgets to tell you. Like when he leaves to work out, or when he's hanging out with his brother.

Or when he's going down on you and he's got a tongue piercing.

That was new.

He's never had a tongue piercing when he went down on you previous times.

"y'u like t'baby? S'new for y'u.." he mumbled against your clit, plunging his tongue in your gummy cunt.

Your fingers are threaded through his long hair, pulling and whining for him to go faster before he pulled away, smirking at you.

"got a present for you, pretty girl.." he muttered, climbing off the bed and grabbed something from his nightstand. It took a few minutes, but when he came back and went back to eating you out...

His tongue was practically vibrating. He had switched out a normal piercing bar for a vibrating one.

His tongue flicked and swirled around your throbbing and pearly clit, trying to clean your slick off only to make it worse with his drool.

Choso was a sloppy eater, especially when it came to you. Shaking his head, pressing his nose against your clit as his tongue shoved it's way into your gooey pussy.

God it was exhilarating to be eaten out by him.. he could spend hours just eating you out and making you cum because Choso gets off on your pleasure.

And now, his vibrating piercing bar was bullying your puffy clit, humming as your hole clenched around nothing and drooled in his mouth.

"fuck baby.. you like that? Huh? Got it just for you."

[iknowitwontwork]

GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU-

[nonbinary-thot]

This physically and mentally and phycology hurts me ☹️☹️

[hischiercore]

let’s talk, shall we?

it’s no secret that tumblr writers have been leaving or deactivating their blogs, especially in the last year or two. and i think the reason why is even less of a secret.

the fact that writers have to practically beg for feedback and interaction on a site where they post their works for FREE is ridiculous. the fact that most of the people who are reading and consuming these works don’t even spare 10 seconds to add a nice tag to their reblog (if they even bother to do that) is borderline enraging. this is tumblr, not instagram or twitter. likes on tumblr do nothing for the writer. i don’t care if you think that it helps them appear in the tags, or if you think that seeing yet another “___ liked your post” is encouraging to them, because it doesn’t and its not.

and speaking of likes, why is the ratio of likes to reblogs so fucking huge? and before you think i’m being dramatic, lets take a look at some of the notes from my own works.

at the time of me writing this, my one-shot, dream lover, has 821 notes. that’s pretty good right? but let’s see how many are empty likes and how many are reblogs.

769 likes.

52 reblogs.

out of those 52 reblogs, 35 of them are empty. no tag, no comment.

one of my reactions currently has 2,038 notes. you may be thinking that’s a lot, which it is and i’m incredibly thankful for how many notes i’ve gotten on it. but how many are likes and how many are reblogs?

1,924 likes.

113 reblogs.

out of those 113 reblogs, 81 of them are empty.

one of my headcanons currently has 1,110 notes.

1,069 likes.

41 reblogs.

28 of those 41 reblog are empty.

why is it so hard to reblog things and give feedback?

“oh but it won’t fit my blog theme!” if you’re so fucking concerned about what your precious tumblr blog looks like, then send an ask. they’re just as appreciated.

“i don’t know what to say tho!” we’re not asking you to be shakespeare. if you’re really that no thoughts head empty just put a keyboard smash, if nothing else.

“but i’m shy and embarrassed!” the anonymous option is there for a reason, and most writers have it turned on. being shy when you have the option of keeping your identity a secret is no excuse.

and yes, i’m aware that some writers don’t have the anon option on, which brings me to my final point.

stop. demanding.

if a writer has requests open, be a decent human being and use your manners. going into their inbox and saying “____’s reaction of this.” is no way to request something. saying please, thank you, or even “hey, could you do a reaction of _____?” is a thousand times better than just telling them what you want them to write.

writers spend hours of their time and energy to write things for you to read, and leaving an empty like is meaningless to them.

if your liked a writer’s works, reblog them and maybe add some nice fucking tags while you’re at or send an ask to them about it. because sooner or later, after so many likes and barely any interaction, more and more writers are going to leave.

stop making them desperate for any spare crumb of interaction and start leaving feedback if you love these writers so much.

[nonbinary-thot]

THIS !!!! HALF OF MY REBLOGS ON MY POSTS ARE EMPTY 😭🙏

[nonbinary-thot]

Imagine having matching vibrators with your sweet boyfriend Choso! Yours would be snuggled deeply inside you while his was gripping around his tip.

You had a remote to his and he had a remote to yours, he thought it'd be fun to try while you went on a date.

You were just halfway through ordering your dinner when he turned the setting onto medium, making you choke and glare at him, sputtering out the rest of your order.

You decided to return the favor as he started to do his order, you turned his all the way up, causing a high pitched whine to leave his mouth, causing his cheeks to flash a bright red and apologize to the waiter.

When the waiter left, that left you and Choso to mewl and whine quietly. Thank the heavens you guys were given a table far away from everyone. "Choso.. I hate you.." you grunted out at he turned the level up.

"I know baby.. fuck.." he mewled. There were literal tears in his eyes from the harsh level you had his on. His fingers were turning white from how hard he was gripping the edge of the table.

Just then, your foot pressed against his aching bulge and he groaned, busting in his pants. "Shit.. you know, I hate you." He grunted, sliding his card on the table and rolled his eyes, turning your vibrator off.

Best bet won ever.

A/N REPOSTS ARE APPRECIATED GUYS !!!

[unstqblecvrses]

MORE. (I might make a fic like this 😱)

[nonbinary-thot]

(if you do I'd love to read it)

[nonbinary-thot]

Artist partners! Who say you're their muse, that they love sketching you and painting you in their free time.

There's multiple canvases in their work space of you, looking as if you were something so delicate and like a Greek god.

Artists partners! Who asked you to come to their work space, as they were suffering from art block and you always seem to pull them out of it.

So there you were, laid on their couch, both of your holes stuffed with vibrators, strapped and handled by them as they increasingly turned it down just to turn it back up.

Your head was thrown back, with a vibrating ball gag in your mouth with drool seeping out the sides and dripping onto your bare chest. Completely bare for them.

Artists partners! Who are practically foaming at the mouth as they delicately paint you on the canvas, while touching themselves.

Artists partners! Who turn the vibrators in both holes off the second you were about to cum, leaving you a whining and crying mess, but can't vocally say anything due to the vibrating ball gag, which was making you jaw slack.

Artists partners! Who just chuckle at your whines. "I'm sorry my sweet, but I can't have you cumming, yeah? Not til I'm finished painting you. Once I'm finished, I'll let you cum as much as you want." They paused, "I'll even let you ride my thigh, hm? You'd love that, wouldn't you, dirty girl." They chuckled.

Artists partners! Who deemed you far from cumming now, and immediately turned both vibrators back on, one on low while the one in your ass one high.

The vibrators have your eyes rolling back from the slow and fast stimulation, whining and bucking your hips against the couch.

"tsk, sweet girl, have you learned nothing? Poor brain is all mushy." They laughed almost cruelly, turning the vibrators on high as they continued to paint you, then once again turned them both off right before you could cum.

Artists partners! Who have edged you at least 20 times in the hours while they painted you.

Artists partners! Who's smiled once they were finished, turning the canvas around to let you see the beautiful yet such lewd painting of you, while they turned both the vibrators on high, letting you cum.

"you're such a a pretty girl f'me, letting me paint you in such a way... Go on and cum lovely, look at the painting while you do, wanna watch you cum to the painting of you."