#pan bimbo

[bimbomail]

Hit me up, I’m nasty

I love getting disgusting messages (🍑🍆-pics too - as long as you ask first)

Treat me well and I’ll send you pics and gifs. Again, I’m nasty 😈

I like to make up sexual fantasies and relations while messaging, I’m a switch so I’m a lot of fun 🍭

And if you’re lucky I’ll make you cum again and again, and if you’re really lucky I’ll make myself climax in your company 🍀

I play with myself, please you and deliver really good and hot writing at the same time 🤭

All genders are welcome 😌 [ I’m @thepanbimbo ]

[risacontenidos]

Los panes de la fama 🍞 🤳🏻 Por @pichipiccirillo 🤷🏻‍♂️

🎤 7ma temporada de RISA 🎤

🎭 Sala @konzertcafe del @paseolaplazaok 🎭

🗓️ Sábados 21:30 hs: “Risa por Ellas”. Un show de Stand Up compuesto por comediantes mujeres.

🗓️ Sábados 23:30 hs: “Risa Stand Up”. El tradicional show de Stand Up que viene siendo un éxito con artistas rotativos.

🙂 En nuestra 7ma temporada, y ya habiendo pasado más de 50 comediantes de la escena actual, invitamos en este 2024 a disfrutar y compartir un rato de humor.

👧🏻 Se suma en esta temporada “Risa por Ellas”, una nueva propuesta que se distingue del resto de los shows de Stand Up en un aspecto fundamental: su elenco está compuesto únicamente por comediantes mujeres.

Ambas opciones son ideales para disfrutar con grupos de amigas, amigos, parejas y familia.

🫵🏼 Una selección de los mejores humoristas del circuito de Stand Up nacional e internacional dedicarán una hora cada sábado a hacerte reír.

📍¿Dónde? En la sala Konzert Café del Paseo la Plaza Av. Corrientes 1660 (CABA)

🥂 🍔 Durante la función podrás disfrutar los excelentes tragos y gastronomía que ofrece la sala Konzert Café.

🎟️ Conseguí tu entrada en @plateanet , en @atrapalo.ar o en las boleterías del Paseo la Plaza.

👆🏻 Links en nuestra Bio 👆🏻

¡Te esperamos!

[cocinandoconfelicidad]

Sándwich Mixto.

[justdavina]

I LOVE Redheads ! This beautiful transgender woman is so incredible! Her eyes are very pretty!

[takethebodymarc]

CUCURUCHO/OSITO BIMBO WITH ROIEEER

[are-we-really-doing-this]

Me when ^^^

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Julie: Hey, does Luke have a type?

Reggie: Oh yeah

Alex: His type is people in his band

[whitehairedanimeboyfriend]

Calling Peach a Bimbo even positively speaks to some heavy internalized misogyny I think. In what world is a shrewd leader that has intelligence as a key quality and famously wears a modest maxi dress a bimbo. Is it because she wears pink and is blonde? I think they have a word for judging women based on their appearance.

[rockinshots]

I was grateful to have captured Courtney Barnett at Bimbos 365 Club. She partnered up with Stella Mozgawa (Warpaint) on her first set, playing some really beautiful instrumentals. Then Courtney dug into some archives on the 2nd set, and the sold-out crowd loved every second of the show.

[scullbagsandspoopy]

Why is pan bimbo practically the same if not marginally "healthier" than Dave's killer bread

[fulminatethesun]

El peor pecado de la humanidad es hacer que el pan sea dulce por default

[yawnderu]

bimbo!reader and simon facetiming while he’s away and maybe toys are involved 🤭

“Y'need this cock tha' bad, huh? Keep fuckin' yourself.” Simon's voice is filled with need, blown pupils fully focused on his phone screen, watching your legs spread open as a dildo thrusts in and out of your needy, sopping cunt. His grip around his cock tightens, his hand moving faster by the second at the tempting sight of his girlfriend masturbating.

“I miss tha' tight fuckin' pussy, angel.” He groans out, trying his best to stay focused on his phone despite the way his half-lidded eyes threaten to roll into his head as he continues to stroke himself, matching the rhythm of your thrusts. The sound of your whiny moans fills his ears, driving him closer to the edge.

“Show me how fuckin' wet y'are.” The show you're putting for him is camgirl-worthy, taking out the dildo just to slap the tip against your cunt, spreading it with your free hand to show him your dripping slit. Simon's eyes narrow with a mix of arousal and dominance at your obedience, the sounds of his dripping precum mixing in with your slickness.

His strokes become more urgent the moment you start fucking yourself with the dildo again, feeling every single inch of its thickness spreading your cunt open the same way Simon does, your brain shutting down more and more as the tip of the thick dildo keeps hitting your spongy cervix over and over.

“Fuck, 'm close.” He grunts out, his voice so strained that despite not being able to see his face, you can tell he's gritting his teeth. Simon adjusts the camera to give you a better view of his hand moving rapidly over his throbbing cock, mirroring your movements.

Your moans grow louder at the image of Simon's cock leaking precum like a broken faucet, watching as he lifts his tight black shirt, exposing his muscular stomach to you while his hand only moves down his shaft faster.

Your free hand goes down to your puffy clit, rubbing it in circles while you fuck yourself harder and deeper with the dildo, purposely hitting your needy cervix over and over. It doesn't take long for your orgasm to wash over you, cunt tightening up around the plastic cock, pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Good girl.” He rasps, watching with a mix of desire and satisfaction as you ride out your orgasm, your pretty moans growing louder. You can hear Simon's breathing becoming labored as he jerks off, finally succumbing to his own release. His muscular body tenses up as he spills his seed all over his hand and stomach, a guttural groan leaving his lips.

Rustling is heard as Simon's camera pans to his face, managing to give you a tired smile as he lays down, not having the energy to clean up the mess that he made just yet.

“Havin' fun, eh, LT?” Johnny's voice can be heard from a distance, making Simon almost drop his phone and give you a quick look before the call disconnects— off to beat Johnny's ass for interrupting his already limited time with you.

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

[fictionismyreality3]

Pretty in Pink

Warnings: romance and everything that comes with it, bimbo!reader vibes

Notes: omg a semi-decent length fic? And I just posted yesterday?! 😱 guys I’m actually gonna-

The alarm was set, pink, hello kitty shaped. 30 minutes left on the timer until the first pizza was done. John would be home in 45 minutes. That was, like, a long time to set the table and everything. It wasn’t often John let you cook dinner. Usually you were relegated to sitting on the couch and watching your shows while John rolled up his sleeves and got the frying pans out. It wasn’t that you couldn’t cook.

It was just that, like, John said he didn’t want you miss your shows and stuff.

Tempted, your eyes drifted to your usual spot on the couch. The warm, fuzzy, chunky knit blanket sat invitingly against the soft cushions, the remote looking at you as if to urge you on. You would just watch half an episode or something.

The sounds of the tv blaring wasn’t something that was unusual for John to hear coming home. Overdramatic, lilting voices echoed through the door of your apartment even before he had the key in the lock. His back ached, tired from years of service and sitting at a desk all day to reports Kate had forced him to finally look at.

But it was worth it.

Worth the headache dealing with new recruits, worth it sorting through the legal papers trying to clear the squad for a new mission. Worth the bullet holes. Worth it because he got to come home to you.

His pretty little bird.

He’d kept you all tucked away the moment he saw you fumbling with your umbrella at the bus stop, too distracted by the music in your headphones to notice the strap was still buttoned. He’d added you to his military papers and his will after your first date later that week.

John opened the door wordlessly, kicking off his boots being careful not to get dirt on the carpet, your pouting voice still in his head. It was warm. A candle lit in the entryway, the sweet scent of strawberries coating his nose.

“You here, sweetheart?” He called out, gliding through the apartment towards the living room.

“Baby! I missed you so much!” You squealed, hopping up excitedly, the blanket around your shoulders falling to the floor. You were just where John had expected you to be, the light from the tv dancing across your face.

So fucking pretty.

Two large hands held your cheeks as you bounded up to him. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he pulled your smaller body flush to his. With a deep breath, John inhaled the sugary smell that seemed to seep out of your pores, running his rough hands down the silk nightie you were wearing to cup the flesh of your ass.

“This f’me?” You giggled in response. God, he loved that fucking giggle.

“Thought you’d like it, daddy.” With a chirp, you leaned up on your tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his scruffy jaw.

Taking the opportunity, John snaked a hand up your throat, gripping the tender flesh and forcing his tongue into your mouth. There was something soothing, as twisted as it was, to have something pure and naive to come home to. To him, you were like a reminder that a world existed outside of his work.

And you made such pretty noises.

No matter how many times John had kissed you before, you always seemed to react like a lamb just learning to walk. All flushed cheeks and stumbling words. And it was even better since you were so obvious in your lust. After just a few seconds, you were already pawing at the corded muscles of his shoulders, demanding more and more.

But it wasn’t your fault when he was, like, so hot and stuff. You know?

Your legs hit the back of the couch, John forcing you onto your back, putting a pillow under your head before attacking your neck with kisses. The scratchy burn of his beard against your skin had you pressing your hips up, searching for that friction you needed.

“That’s it, luv. Just got home an’ you’re already needy, huh?” The words had your head spinning, a mewl slipping past your lips.

“Make those pretty noises, sweet girl. God, you’re such a-”

Blaring, high pitched beeps rang out, grating against your ears. John froze for a moment, his body automatically positioning itself to future cover yours, as if to protect you from an unseen threat.

Furrowing your brows, you tried to figure out where the noise was coming from, which was kinda hard when John’s hands were on you and-

Oh, right!

“Oh my gosh! My pizza!” Before he could react, you squirmed out from under him and ran into the kitchen, frantically opening the oven door.

Smoked billowed out, tainting the air and making you cough. You could feel the warmth of John coming to stand behind you, taking the oven mitts from your hands when you went to reach for them.

“Let me do it.”

“But, like-”

“Hush, sweetheart.”

Pulling the now ruined pizza out of the oven, he didn’t even have to look at you to know you had a pout on your face. After cracking open a window, John came back into the kitchen to find you examining the damage done to your beautiful creation. “I was trying to make a heart.”

The frown of your face sent a pang through him, and he could already see the tears welling up in your eyes the more you looked at the blackened and misshapen rock of dough. “S’alright, princess.”

Tugging you into him, one hand went to your hip, the other running through your hair.

“No it’s not. It was supposed to be a surprise for you. Hearts are supposed to be red or.. or, like, pink or something.” Your voice hitched, your bottom lip wobbling. “Not black!”

Trying to hold in his chuckle, Price nodded in sympathy, tucking your head into his burly chest.

“Yeah, but.. I’ve got a good enough heart right in front of me, luvie.”

Squinting your eyes, you looked around, trying to follow John’s gaze. There was the heart shaped salt holder, the dishtowel with hearts on it, the heart on the card next to the flowers he got you last week, the blackened heart shaped pizza, the-

“Luvie.” You blinked up at him. “M’talking about this heart right here.” John cooed at you, pinching your cheek.

A bubble of confusion popped in your head, and you looked from him to the blackened pizza and back again. Silence hung in the air for a second before it was punctured by your giggling.

“Oh, like, um..” He smiled down at you. “Like mine?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Just like yours.”

[o-solemioo]

HIHIHIII 😼!! hru?

anway, idk if you write hc’s or not, but can you do one with feminine male reader x cullen family? like r dresses feminine (biker shorts, crop-tops, skirts, bb belts, dresses, his style is like coquette , etc,,), he’s a vampire, and he is close with the family (a haram for him maybe.)

if not a haram, a platonic setting where they see him as family and sees him as a son/little brother,,

hi anon,

i'm good, thanks! and thank you for your ask. i'm a bit out of practice writing headcanons, so forgive me if this is a little rough around the edges, and maybe a little cringey. (also again this might be a bit short as i'm still getting back into the hang of writing.)

you are loved,

๏siris ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

— headcanons; feminine male reader

☾ pairing: cullen family x effeminate!male!reader

☾ summary: just some headcanons

☾ warnings: 2nd person (you), polyamorous relationship(?), implied bi/pan reader, bimbo-adjacent reader, very flamboyant reader, reader gets hatecrimed(?), nothing inherently sexual but some slightly suggestive themes, not proofread.

☾ w๏rd c๏unt: 846

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☾ You moved to Forks when you were quite young, as your family needed to get away from "big city" life.

☾ You were actually able to express yourself very freely for such a small town.

☾ Even as a little kid, there was something just a little bit more feminine about you.

☾ And when you were finally able to understand yourself and your taste, that's when it began.

☾ The women's section was your favourite area of any store, and to you, it was just so much nicer than men's clothes.

☾ By the time the Cullens rolled into town in your sophmore year, you were regularly wearing skirts to school. You got teased for it, sure, but it all seemed to roll off of you. You were just so sure of yourself; so confident. And it drew the Cullens in like moths to a flame.

☾ Alice noticed you first; your style was so cute, and she needed to ask where you got that adorable purple top from. She started sitting next to you in class more and you could tell she started developing a small crush on you.

☾ You didn't mind her company, she was so kind that it didn't even matter. You studied and hung out at your house often. When she invited you to *her* house, though, that's when everything turned real for you.

☾ Esme and Carlisle just adored you, and while Rosalie and Edward seemed to show a bit of disdain, Alice assured you that they just needed to warm up to you.

☾ Jasper and Emmet loved to tease you, asking you whether you were a boy or a girl. not that they cared, they "just wanted to know".

☾ Life couldn't be better. You had a nice group of friends, good grades at school, and an impeccable sense of style, at least for 2003.

☾ Some boys visiting from the town over for a volleyball game found you, and they weren't as accepting as your nice little group. Everything happened so quickly that by the time you awoke, you were surrounded by the Cullens.

☾ It had already been a week. They were scared you "weren't going to make it", whatever that meant. You were still just waking up when Carlisle announced that he had no choice, and that you had been turned.

☾ Of course you were devastated. Your family, friends, everything, stripped away from you in almost an instant. For weeks, Alice was your only source of comfort.

☾ When you were finally feeling more comfortable, you moved in with the Cullens under the guise of simple roommates.

☾ Things began happening at random. Items of clothing started appearing in your closet when you hadn't bought anything. Your favourite music and movies would be playing whenever you were home. Eventually, you realized it was everyone trying to make you feel more comfortable.

☾ And soon enough, you were comfortable again. Your style as well as you became more effeminate than it already was with the knowledge of how easy it was to defend yourself.

☾ Rosalie was actually the first person to make a romantic move toward you. She enjoyed your confidence with your cotton candy pinks and your bows and pearl necklaces, and flamboyant personality. She couldn't resist and asked you out on a date.

☾ It ended up being more of a vacation to Seattle, with Emmett and Jasper tagging along. When they saw how Rosalie was treating you, they immediately knew it would be a one-up contest from that point on.

☾ When Alice and Edward finally caught on, it seemed like there was a new clothing item or accessory in your wardrobe every day.

☾ Luckily, it wasn't just that. Edward often bought you CD's and Alice bought you books. Emmett bought you whatever was available, usually bags and pins that he thought you would like. Jasper usually found the best jewelry for you, and Rosalie took care of the clothes, as your style let her experiment a little more with fashion design.

☾ You were one of the very few people who's mind Edward doesn't mind reading. Sometimes this can get a bit carried away...

☾ Jasper also enjoys messing with your emotions every so often, which has led to a few interesting encounters. But, when you're feeling down, he's immediately there to make you feel better.

☾ Carlisle and Esme mostly stay off to the sidelines. However, Esme loves to bake with you; not to eat, obviously, but fundraisers are all the rage, and who doesn't love a good bake sale? She's a kinesthetic learner, so it doesn't surprise you when her hands start to wander a bit.

☾ Carlisle can be a bit of a bore sometimes with all of his technical talk, but you always listen when he tells you about his day. He's willing to do whatever you want, too; and when he eyes you up and down every so often, you smile and pretend not to notice.

☾ All in all, you've found your place easily with the Cullens, and while it's definitely unconventional, all you care about is that you're happy. After a long time, you finally are.

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sorry for the long wait ! i got a bit caught up in life :/ but there should be a bit more of an influx in posts soon :D

[its-gjera]

Okay, it's late, and I'm going to talk more about Jaiden, Roier, and the QSMP.

At the end of Jaiden's stream, it was revealed that the "he" Cucurucho was talking about was another Cucurucho. A Cucurucho that was "too eccentric" and "lacking perfection"

A lot of people don't know this, but did you know that this isn't the first time we've seen two Cucuruchos and that the second one isn't named Cucurucho?

The only other person who has seen the two of them was none other than Roier. Who had both of them in his house in the early days of the QSMP.

The second Cucurucho, nicknamed Osito Bimbo, is exactly how the first Cucurucho described him. Eccentric. He had a very playful personality and often joked around with Roier, danced and hit him with a pan.

Jaiden has likely met Osito Bimbo before. A day before her last stream, "Cucurucho" approached her and BadBoyHalo and made another survey. During the survey, Jaiden noticed that "Cucurucho" was strangely playful and concluded that he was likely being played by a different admin. I have a feeling that this was actually Osito Bimbo doing the survey.

So we got two white bears.

We got Cucurucho (Stern, mostly professional, no nonsense, uses a gun as his main weapon and has a soft spot for Jaiden)

And Osito Bimbo (Playful, eccentric, likes to dance and fool around, uses a pan as his preferred weapon and has a soft spot for Roier)

It's surely not a coincidence that Roier and Jaiden, who were paired together, are the only ones who've seen both bears in the same area and receive the most amount of positive attention from them.

[hologramcowboy]

I’m so confused about people who claim to like Danneel and try to force that onto others, because they clearly don’t like her. She has none of the qualities or accomplishments that they assign to her. If they actually liked her, they wouldn’t feel the need to make her into something she’s not.

She’s not a working producer. CMP has had one project make it to air in the 4 years it’s been running, was let go from their deal with WB because they had nothing to offer them, and is currently embroiled in a lawsuit for unsafe set practices. The one project they had air was poorly run (over budget, behind schedule, poor working environment and unsafe conditions) and poorly received. The company itself was given to Jensen as a consolation prize when SPN ended because the CW/WB didn’t have anything lined up for him acting wise but didn’t want to lose him. It’s not something she started from the ground up, or earned on her own merit. I will admit that we don’t know what goes on in her day to day, but there’s nothing to suggest that she’s hard at work behind the scenes the way they claim.

It’s sad that her role as Rachel, a forgettable side character from a 2000s teen drama, is the closest she’s ever come to relevance and that’s why she’s still clinging to it all these years later despite all of the trauma it has supposedly caused her. And I wouldn’t say well on her way to reprising that role – it’s a project that Amazon already passed on and Netflix won’t officially claim. Another project that “leaked” to try to get interest and investments, and was panned by fans.

She is not respected in the industry, and never has been. No one knows who she is unless Jensen is standing beside her, and before she was Jensen’s wife she was a dime a dozen casting couch bimbo.

And as for her creativity and work ethic, don’t make me laugh. The Winchesters is a great example of how lacking she is in those areas. If she has anything good coming her way it’s not because she’s earned it.

1000 times THIS.

You nailed it perfectly, I’ll never understand their desperate need to prop up a woman who so clearly only rides her husband’s coattails and has nothing to offer the world.