WE'RE SO CLOSE TO 150 FOLLOWERS !??

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.

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

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 !!!

YOU'RE TOO SWEET 🙏 I'm making two versions of it ☺️☺️

heyyy, I'm working on a lil something 🤭🤭

Man 😩 i wish i had your talent

@tteokdoroki

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.”

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

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.

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