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[selarina]

True Blue

→ Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader (Series Masterlist)

Chapter 2: The Green Light

Content Warnings: college bf!gojo, long-distance, fluff, smut, established relationship, summer, phone sex, nudes, light angst, emotional tension, insecurities, gojo is rich and clingy! Minors DNI

Word Count: 2.6k words

Author's Note: had "Good Looking" by Suki Waterhouse on repeat as i wrote this. can you tell?

You had thought coming home for the holidays would mean endless days spent with Gojo, caught up in each other with nothing else to do in this sleepy town. Here, time moved differently, like honey trickling from a spoon.

Time spent in college had been different— there were classes, assignments, and the whole college thing — but now, time with him would be luxurious, unhurried, just the two of you, without the world pulling you apart.

But it had been two weeks since you last saw him.

To start with, your mother, in that peculiar way mothers are, still treated you as if high school had just ended yesterday. And then there was the summer ritual – three weeks spent with your grandmother, a tradition that pulled you three states away, leaving Gojo behind in all his boredom. The first week of summer had been his, or at least partially, for even then half of it was lost to the tournament that kept him longer on campus. Now, only a single constrained week and a month remained, 

“So, you’ll be back by then?” he asks, a kind of hope edging in his voice. You almost feel bad.

“I don’t know—” you speak up. “I always spend three weeks. I don’t want to leave earlier.”

“It’s only a week early and it’s my birthday, baby,” he whined, his plea childish, like a boy who doesn’t understand why he can’t have everything he wants.

“I know, but we can always celebrate later,” you offered, knowing full well it wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“Okay,” he says, and you hear it, his voice is thin and worn. It’s not the first time he’s asked you to come back earlier, nor would it be the last. “How’s it going in Midsommar-land anyway? You need to start sending me more pictures or I’ll forget how you look.”

You scoffed, but there was a smile in it. It was the least you could do. “I promise, I will.”

You chat on about things, meandering through familiar territories. And when you finally ran out of things to say, Satoru started asking you about colors, shapes, chickens, and just about anything he could think of to keep the conversation going. 

Four hours had passed, and the weariness in his voice was clear.

“Satoru.”

He hummed in response, his voice soft, almost dreamy.

“Go to bed,” you say gently.

“But I don’t want to,” he mumbled, the resistance fading even as he spoke.

“Yeah,” you said, understanding. “I know. I’ll call you tomorrow anyway.”

“Mmkay,” you hear him yawn through the crackles of the phone. “Don’t forget — pictures.”

You hummed in agreement, ending the call.

You fell back onto the bed, feeling the dull ache in your elbow from holding your head up for so long as you spoke. 

The ceiling, plain and blue, stared back at you as you tried to think of what you would do today. And then it struck you — pictures first.

Your fingers moved quickly, perusing through the squares in your phone’s gallery, searching. But the images were all wrong— food, your grandmother, endless trees, and greens, but not a single one centering you.

You frowned, scrolling back to the last picture of you —a simple mirror selfie. The first week of summer, it dated. You were standing clad in Gojo’s tournament jacket and shorts. The memory brought a smile to your face.

You got up then, moving with purpose — like a mad scientist, you started to dig through your suitcase until you found it. You took your top off, as you pulled the jacket on. The heat was far too horrendous for both items layered on top of one another.

You fell back onto the bed again, the pillow soft beneath your head. You held the camera up — your hair spreading around your white pillow covers, with your face in focus.

You realized you looked tired, dark circles blooming like dark mold under your eyes, but your grandparents would return soon and you wanted to get this over with now and for all. 

Click.

You drew your hands back a bit more, making sure the jacket engulfing you was visible.

Click.

Your eyes caught a glint— a silver shine at your neck. Of course. You reached for it, a delicate gold necklace with a blue jewel at its center, Gojo’s 6-month anniversary gift to you. You remembered the guilt you felt then, for you had given him a silly joke of a book in return.

It now lay over your — his hoodie — sitting against the hoodie, a small, almost hidden detail.

Click.

The phone was warm in your hand, the screen glowing softly in the dim light. One more, you decided. The last one.

You listened, straining for any sounds in the silence—footsteps, voices—but there was nothing, just the quiet of the empty house.

You pulled off the jacket, your movements quick but deliberate, and you lifted the phone above you, adjusting the camera before snapping a shot of you with your bare chest. Bare, but not entirely so — the gold necklace still graced your neck. 

The moment passed as quickly as it came, as you pulled the jacket back on in haste.

You selected the last two photos, sending them in quick succession. The order mattered, after all. 

—

The next morning, you had risen a bit too late in the afternoon. The light of the afternoon sun already slicing harshly through the curtain. The evening yesterday was eventful with the bonfires you helped build, and food you helped grill. It had been lovely. Exhausting. Glorious.

You immediately reach for your phone. Almost giddy with anticipation. 

But when you opened the screen, there was only one message from Satoru.

Satoru <3: Pretty 

The text specifically replied to the first picture you had sent, conveniently leaving the second unacknowledged. Your brows knitted together. 

You tapped his contact and pressed the phone to your ear, the silence of the room amplifying each drawn-out ring.

Once. Twice. Then, the line crackled, and his voice came through, light and smooth.

“Afternoon,” he drawled. “Did you just wake up? It’s late.”

“Pretty?” you ask, agitated. 

“I am? Thank you,” he says, you can almost hear the grin form on his mouth. 

“Satoru,” you reply, it was your turn to whine now.

“What is it, baby?” he asked, feigning innocence. Oh, he was loving this, wasn’t he?

“Just pretty?” you asked, your patience stretched thin but still intact. You felt small, however, in an odd way you couldn’t explain.

“You’ll get more than that,” he said, “if you say you’ll come to my birthday.”

A groan escaped you. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered. “No more pictures for you. Ever again.”

And you only smile when you hear him fumble — words overlapping one another as though he’s finding one that’s appropriate enough to satiate you — to convince you to do both. 

“I just want you here,” he said finally, the simplicity of the statement catching you off guard. “I really do.”

“You’ll see me two days later,” you countered. “You don’t even care about your birthday.”

“I don’t,” he admitted easily. “But everyone else does. You know my mother will make a whole thing out of it — the birthday will be loud. And annoying. I need you with me. Please—”

“You only want me there because it’ll be annoying,” you replied, your frown deepening, though a certain softness crept into your tone later. “It’s only two days. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Yeah, how? you’ll send me more pictures?” he asks, his voice lithe.

“I don’t know,” you teased, the earlier irritation melting away, as it does. “You didn’t seem to like the last one.”

Silence. 

“I liked it,” he finally said, his voice lower now, almost reverent. “I did.”

“Yeah?” you asked, your voice lower, mirroring his. “What did you like about it?”

“I liked you,” he said. “You’re pretty.”

“I am?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he affirms. “Very.”

“Why thank you,” you said, the gratitude in your voice genuine, yet playful.

“I’m looking at it right now,” he continued, his voice taking on a breathy quality as if he were speaking more to himself than to you. “Pretty,” he murmured, devout.

“What’s pretty about it?” you prompted, curious and engaged now.

“You —” he says. “Want you here with me, so bad.”

“You want me there with you?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“Where are you?” you ask.

“I’m— I’m in my bed.”

“Alone?”

“Yeah,” he says. 

“Where are you?” he asks then.

“Well, I just woke up,” you replied.

“So, you’re in your bed too,” he surmised.

“Yeah,” you replied, pulling the cover up to your chest. “Hey,” you decided to add. “And guess what?”

“What?” he asks, chewing on his lips. “I’m wearing your hoodie too,” you said, and though he could not see you, you could almost sense his reaction.

"Fuck," he exhaled, the word barely more than a breath. "And, what else?"

“Um—” you start to feel a bit awkward. “Shorts. Black shorts.” Do specifics matter, you start to wonder?

“Bra?”

You glanced down, though you already knew the answer. "No," you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it before you could hide behind something safer. You cleared your throat, speaking up, clearer this time. "No."

“Fuck,” he says again. The mental image of you wearing his sweatshirt without any bra was driving him a bit hazy. 

You rushed to break the tension, "Your turn."

"Huh," he responded as if he had lost track of the conversation, of where this had started.

“Tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Well, just sweatpants and a t-shirt,” his voice casual. 

“Take them off.”

He chuckled, the sound soft, surprised. "As my lady pleases."

You heard rustling sounds, and you let your imagination wander to an image of him in his room. You’ve never seen his room, save for some hints in the many pictures he loves to send you, but you haven’t been to his place. Yet. 

Based on what his dorm looks like, he’s such a boy. It doesn’t have a theme, just a mixture of things he’s collected erratically placed in places he could if you get the gist. 

You wonder what color his room is. 

You realize you’ve wandered too far, the tension that first filled the space between you two as he speaks is gone, as you’ve indulged your mind.

"They’re off," he stated, his voice bringing you back, grounding you in the present moment. "Now take yours—wait! Take only your shorts off. I like you in my hoodie."

You smiled at that, and just as you’re about to take it off, your hand lingering at the waistband, ready to comply when—

“Hey, sweetheart,” your grandmother’s voice cut through with the sound of your door hinging open, bringing you to notice that there is a world beyond the two of you.

"Grandma, what—" you stammered, your heart racing as you scrambled, about to cover yourself, though you realized a second later that you didn’t need to. You were still fully clothed, still just talking on the phone. You sighed. "What happened?"

“Oh, nothing, dear but if you’re not too busy… could you help Yuuji with the birds? He hurt his wrist this winter, poor thing, and I think he could use your hand.”

“Of course,” you sighed with a smile, a small and reluctant thing, forcing its way to your lips. “Just let me get dressed, and I’ll be down.”

“Tell that friend of yours you’re always talking to that I said hi,” she added, a warm smile in her voice.

You nodded, almost absently, the phone still pressed to your ear as she left the room, the door closing with a soft click.

“Grandma says hi,” you relayed.

"Tell her your friend says hi back," he responded, his voice carrying an edge now, a note of irritation that was impossible to ignore.

There were too many things left unsaid, too many disappointments lining up on the horizon—birthdays you wouldn’t be there for, a family you hadn’t yet told him about.

You felt the fairness of it, just a bit. There are many things at play right now — you hadn’t told your family about him, you wouldn’t be coming in time for his birthday — too many things disappointing a boy who’s used to having it all. "I’m sorry," you said, the words sincere. "I’ll call you in the evening. Same as yesterday.”

He made a sound that was neither agreement nor refusal, just a noncommittal hum. "Have a nice day," he muttered, and the line went dead, leaving you alone in the silence.

—

It was warm, and windy as you drove back home to see Satoru Gojo. You drove alone, aside from your backseat companions – jars and jars of condiments from Grandma.

His house was even more elaborate than you had first expected – a whopping red and white brick mansion. It was a mansion you thought one would only see in their extravagant imaginations but there it stood, just beyond the long stretch of a well-furnished garden. 

As you pulled up – a man appeared. He was middle-aged, and greying at the temples. His manner was brisk, so formal, as he offered to park your car, and you simply let him. You assumed he was a chauffeur for the estate. 

Standing before the entrance, you feel as though the mansion seemed bigger than when you first laid your eyes on it from afar. Looming. Its sheer size made you a bit dizzy and small as you stared up at it. 

You walked up, your hand reaching to press the small buzzer on the side of the ornate door.

“Oh!” The voice belonged to a woman with bright eyes and an even brighter smile. “You must be here for the young master’s party?”

Young master. Satoru. You nodded, stepping inside.

And then you walked and you walked, and you started to wonder if they should invest in a vehicle for an inside the house. 

Walking through a high hallway, you finally made your way into what seemed to be a living room or just a big room where there were a bunch of people pacing and talking about with drinks and sticks with food in their hands. 

You assumed you finally arrived at the party, as the bright-eyed woman nodded at you as she left you to find your own steps now.

A breeze flew through the room just as you walked in, blowing the curtains in at one end and out like flags as you walked into where the concentration of the room lay.

The only seemingly still object in the room, amidst the whipping of the curtains and the moving guests, was the enormous white couch in the middle. And that’s where you saw him, Satoru, lounging, with a glass perched on the bridge of his nose as he spoke to a boy. The boy you barely glanced at — he was of no consequence just yet. 

You approached, your eyes noticing the lines of his black shirt as it ruffled with the breeze. With each step closer, your courage grew, pushing to make your presence known to him, and the guests that surrounded him. 

A sudden boom echoed through the room, and you turned just in time to see the same bright-eyed woman from earlier closing the long windows with a decisive motion. When you looked back, you noticed Satoru’s gaze had already fixed itself on you.

His brows, you could see, even through the glasses, emerged upward, in surprise.

Without thinking, you reached for his glasses, slipping them off as you spoke. “Hi,” you said. A giggle, a nervous giggle following you.

“You came,” he murmured, almost in a daze. 

“Yeah,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. “I wouldn’t miss your birthday. What do you make of me?”

[hannieoftheyear]

sexting with Mingyu

the one where you accidentally send Mingyu – someone who you do not like – a nude.

✧.* content: smut, sexting, mingyu is an avid emoji user, switch mingyu but more subby at the end (sawrrrry I can’t help it), use of pet names (good boy and baby).

✧.* w.c: 2,9k

✧.* note: I wanted to post a quick work to get this blog going while I finish some longer things I’m working on ♡ hope you like it and I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

part 2 is posted! find it here

Your eyes roll when your phone lights up and the text notification pops up.

Kim Mingyu🤢: don’t forget to transfer me the money for Seokmin’s bday 🙏 [11:47 pm.]

The idea of Kim Mingyu of all people handling something as important as a birthday surprise for your best friend irks you.

Of course, he was his best friend too. But why on earth did he end up making the plans. And who made you follow his lead. It’s like torture. You don’t want to engage with him in any way.

He was so smug when everyone decided he should be in charge of the surprise party. The decision was between you and him, and you guess people don’t really like your style of planning because it was a unanimous vote. Still, you liked not having to stress so much about it, but having to rely on your sworn enemy makes you shrug.

Okay, maybe sworn enemy it’s an exaggeration. You two just don’t like each other, and that’s fine. Not everyone is always going to like you, and you’re okay with that. The problem is when you can’t avoid said person because you’re in the same fucking friend group.

You two avoid each other if possible. When the whole group hangs out, you try to stay as far away as you can. It’s not like you fight with him, but your exchanges are short and dry, often a little harsh, so you try your best to avoid it to not spoil the mood.

After you transfer him the money, you take a screenshot to send him. It’s not really needed, but you do it just to make sure there’s proof that you transferred the money.

You open his chat and send the last picture on your camera roll without even looking, trying to be done with him the fastest possible.

You: [Picture.] [11:50 pm.]

Locking your phone, you keep working on the assignment your boss asked you to finish by tomorrow. But it gets cut short because not even five minutes later, Mingyu texts you again. You don’t open his chat, but instead, read it through the notification.

Kim Mingyu🤢: didn’t take you as the type to take pics like that 🫣 [11:54 pm.]

You wonder what the hell he’s talking about and why he chose such an annoying emoji.

As you open the chat, your eyes grow wide, and you realize you forgot to check what exactly you were sending Mingyu.

It seems that your screenshot hadn’t fully loaded on the gallery, and you accidentally sent him the previous last photo on your camera roll, which was a mirror selfie of you wearing a new pair of underwear you bought today.

Panic starts to creep in on you, but before doing anything stupid, you breathe in and breathe out, calming yourself to think. Mingyu’s still online, which means he’s probably waiting for your answer.

Instead of admitting it was on accident or showing him any weakness, you decide to play with him a little. He likes to annoy you too, so why not do the same.

You: you never know… I’m full of surprises.

You: why wouldn’t I take a pic if I look pretty? [11:55 pm]

You don’t expect much but his reply comes as soon as you click send.

Kim Mingyu🤢: surprised I definitely am🤔 can’t decide if I like this side of you or not🫢 [11:55 pm.]

You: like I care about your validation [11:56 pm.]

Kim Mingyu🤢: you should.

You: ?

Kim Mingyu🤢: take pics like this I mean😳

Now this is getting interesting.

You: so you think I look pretty? [11:57 pm.]

You wouldn’t lie and say him saying things like this doesn’t make you a little giddy. He’s always so dry with you. You definitely prefer this side of him.

Kim Mingyu🤢: you should send me another one🫣 it’ll help me make up my mind.

You ponder on what’s happening for a solid minute before replying. Is he flirting? Is he teasing you? Will this just be another thing to annoy you in the future?

You: can you stop with those fuckass emojis. [11:58 pm.]

You: I’m not speaking to you if you keep talking like that.

Kim Mingyu🤢: what if I say please?

Now that. Is unexpected. At first it seemed like he wanted to annoy you too, but now he’s almost… begging? How far is he willing to take it? How willing are you?

You: you’re so annoying.

You: I’m trying to work.

Kim Mingyu🤢: all this time we've known each other and I’ve never even seen you in a bikini. [11:59 pm]

Kim Mingyu🤢: what a waste of time.

You: was it worth the wait?

Kim Mingyu🤢: you have no idea.

You: enlighten me then.

Kim Mingyu🤢: oh I don’t think you’re prepared for that.

The conversation is taking a turn you’re not sure if you should take. Exciting you in ways that it shouldn’t.

A chat between the two of you never exceeded a few texts. You are both always so eager to end it as soon as possible, so why does he keep replying? Why do you?

You: what do you want Mingyu? [12:00 am]

Your blatant question seems to take him by surprise because he doesn’t reply right away.

Kim Mingyu🤢: me? You’re the one that sent me a fucking nude at this hour [12:01 am]

He’s right. Are you embarrassing yourself? He’s never gonna let you live after this. But you’re not backing down now.

You: I wasn’t even naked you pervert [12:02 am]

You: and it didn’t seem to matter to you before

You: you liked it didn’t you

Kim Mingyu🤢: never said I didn’t

You: so…

Kim Mingyu🤢: what?

You: are you gonna do something about it?

You’re too curious for your own good. The lines between annoying him and flirting with him are getting more and more blurred every second that passes.

Now it’s your turn to be surprised.

Kim Mingyu🤢: you can’t ask me that [12:03 am]

You: why?

Minutes pass, and you see him typing, then nothing, then typing again. Your room starts to feel hotter, the expectation getting the best of you, and you start to feel a familiar feeling at the base of your stomach.

Kim Mingyu🤢: you should never send a desperate guy something like that at this hour [12:06 am]

You: are you that desperate?

Kim Mingyu🤢: [Picture.]

Kim Mingyu🤢: does that answer your question?

You stare in awe at your phone for what feels like an hour. His hard dick covered by his white boxers threatening to come out fills your screen. Nothing is left to the imagination.

Kim Mingyu🤢: cat got your tongue? [12:08 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: [Picture.]

Kim Mingyu🤢: it’s getting difficult to not touch myself

A second photo fills your screen now. It’s almost in the same position, except now his hand is covering his bulge, and his red tip is out.

Wetness starts to pool on your underwear, but he doesn’t need to know, yet at least.

You: I never pictured you as such a needy guy. [12:10 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m not ashamed to be who I am🙈

You: even with you hands on your pants you manage to send a fucking emoji wow. [12:11 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I can send something else

Kim Mingyu🤢: only if you want of course

You straighten yourself, waiting for another photo, but nothing happens. When you move on your seat, you feel just how wet you are. Oh you’re gonna kill him after this.

You: I really hate you you know [12:14 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: aren’t you supposed to be working?😨

You: you’re distracting

Kim Mingyu🤢: oh so you do want this

You: this? [12:15 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: all you have to do is ask

Kim Mingyu🤢: nicely

You: you really gonna make me beg?

Kim Mingyu🤢: want me to show you how horny I am?

Kim Mingyu🤢: you want me to make you feel good.

You: you could never make me feel good. [12:16 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: oh we’ll see about that.

The act you’re putting up won’t last much longer if he keeps up like this. Your right hand creeps down your abdomen. You barely graze your covered cunt, the little relief makes you sigh.

You’re too lost in the little pleasure and don’t realize he sent more texts.

Kim Mingyu🤢: [voice note] [12:18 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: your turn.

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m dying over here

Kim Mingyu🤢: are you touching yourself? [12:19 am]

You: you’re leaving me no choice. [12:20 am]

You decide to play with him a little and send him a ‘one view only’ photo of your hand inside your panties. The same panties as the first photo you sent.

After you reply, you dare to play his voice note. The faint sound of his hand tugging on his erection and his little grunts are nothing compared to the sigh he lets out at the end. You play with your fingers, circling them around your wet entrance.

Kim Mingyu🤢: you’re so not fair. [12:22 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I bet you’re so wet right now

Kim Mingyu🤢: I wish you were here so I could touch you properly [12:23 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: my fingers playing with your little cunt like the brat you are

This can’t hurt, right? It’s not like it will happen again, and besides he’s already jerking off to your image. You start circling around your clit, playing with yourself making you squirm.

You: I’m so wet [12:24 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: did i get you all riled up already?

You: don’t flatter yourself

Kim Mingyu🤢: tell me.

Kim Mingyu🤢: show me how wet you are [12:25 am]

You: I could just slide my fingers in

Kim Mingyu🤢: I said show me

You debate if you should actually send him something. You know he’s trustworthy. He’s friends with your best friends after all, but this is something far beyond that.

You: should I? [12:26 am]

You: I could just leave you like this

You: get it done by myself

It could be read a threat, but you want to see how he reacts.

Kim Mingyu🤢: don’t be mean☹️

Kim Mingyu🤢: I won’t show this to anyone [12:27 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: if that worries you

Kim Mingyu🤢: I promise

His sudden kindness surprises you a little.

You’re not sure if you always found Mingyu attractive. Sure he’s really handsome that’s undeniable. Maybe when you first met, you thought he was really hot, but those feelings died down because your relationship wasn’t the best. You had a few fights before you decided it was best for the group to just ignore each other if possible.

This was the first time in years you had a long conversation that didn’t end in a fight, and you like it.

You: I'm not the type to do this you know [12:28 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m not either

You: but I don't want to stop

Kim Mingyu🤢: me neither

Knowing he wants this, too, just turns you on more. He’s not pushing you to do anything, and you guess that if you tell him to stop, he will. But you have to make sure before you do something.

You: just promise me this is between us [12:30 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: you have my word🤐

You: be serious for one second

Kim Mingyu🤢: you can trust me

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m serious I won’t show or tell anyone

That is enough to calm you for now. You don’t think about how this will affect your relationship. Seokmin’s birthday is just a few days away, and you’ll have to face Mingyu in front of everyone.

But that doesn’t bother you now as you’re filming what Mingyu so desperately was asking you to.

You angle your phone to show only your lower body on camera. You start the video circling your entrance, gathering as much arousal as possible. After that, you move your fingers closer to the camera to show how wet they are and then slowly insert two fingers in your hole. You end the video after a little moan escapes your lips

You: for being such a good boy [12:35 am]

You: [video]

You don’t stop fingering yourself and close your eyes, imagining it’s Mingyu’s hand and not yours. His thick fingers would stretch you more than yours ever could. A few slow strokes are enough to make you squirm. And you remember to open your eyes and see you got more texts from Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu🤢: holy fuck [12:37 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: you’re dripping

Kim Mingyu🤢: I should be there right now

Kim Mingyu🤢: show you what my mouth could do

Kim Mingyu🤢: could eat you out for hours

Kim Mingyu🤢: fuck you’re making me so hard [12:38 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: [picture]

He had taken his boxers off and was now fully naked. His hand could barely wrap around his fully hard dick. The tip is pinkish red and leaking precum already.

You: fuck you’re so big [12:39 am]

You: I don’t think it could fit inside me

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’ll make it fit

You: how?

Kim Mingyu🤢: I'd make you cum so much that I'd slide right in

You: are you touching yourself?

Kim Mingyu🤢: god how I wish this was you instead of my hand

You close your eyes again. Imagining Mingyu on top of you as you finger yourself harder, as deep as you possibly can. Wet sounds and moans fill your room as you get closer and closer.

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’m so close it’s embarrassing [12:41 am]

You: I am too

Kim Mingyu🤢: show me?🥺

The giggle you let out is almost instantaneous. His emojis are annoyingly cute.

You take a similar video as before, but don’t hold back the moans. Your strokes are slow to show on camera how deep you’re getting. The orgasm is so close that you can taste it, but you stop, edging yourself.

You: because you asked so nicely [12:43 am]

You: [video.]

You: now you

You wait a few minutes, stroking you clit lightly to not lose the orgasm but not quickly enough to stimulate much.

The torture doesn’t last long because a video appears in your chat along with more texts.

Kim Mingyu🤢: holy shit [12:44 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: you’re so hot

Kim Mingyu🤢: god that should be my hand

Kim Mingyu🤢: [video] [12:45 pm]

As soon as you press play you’re welcomed by Mingyu’s delicious moans. His cock is shiny with pre cum all over it, now angry red. He moans at every pump and you feel yourself getting wetter.

Unexpectedly, he also speaks: “I’m so close" his voice is hoarse and deep like you’ve never heard before, “I wish this was your hand, shit only imagining makes me almost cum" and finally, “please… tell me I can cum… can I cum?”

You never expected the big buff Kim Mingyu to be so needy. It just makes you hornier if that’s even possible.

You: you’re so needy baby [12:47 am]

You: I’m close too

You: been edging myself waiting for you

Kim Mingyu🤢: shit baby don’t say stuff like that [12:48 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: im about to burst

You: want to cum big boy?

Kim Mingyu🤢: pleeasee

You: look who’s begging now

Kim Mingyu🤢: don’t play with me right now

Kim Mingyu🤢: you’re just as desperate as me

Kim Mingyu🤢: use three fingers for me and cum baby [12:49 am]

You don’t need to be told twice. You press record and insert three fingers into your cunt. You’re so wet they just slide in and you let out a long moan, increasing your speed at every thrust. It’s not long until you’re shaking and cumming all over your hand and bed.

But you don’t end the video there. You grab your phone and film your face as you suck your fingers clean while staring at the camera lense.

You: [video.] [12:51 am]

You: your turn to cum baby

As you wait for him, you go clean yourself up and grab new sheets for the bed.

Kim Mingyu🤢: [video] [12:53]

You press play and the sight of his hand is rapidly stoking his hard dick welcomes you, no more than five strokes after the video starts he lets out a long ground and is cumming all over his abs.

Kim Mingyu🤢: that was [12:54]

Kim Mingyu🤢: holy shit

Kim Mingyu🤢: I never came so fast in my life

You: embarrassingly me neither

The conversations stills for a few minutes, even though it feels like hours. What do you say after sexting with someone you supposedly hate?

You: I guess I’ll see you on saturday [01:03 am]

You're left on read a few more minutes, and you wonder if he already regrets this.

Kim Mingyu🤢: yeah right [01:06 am]

Kim Mingyu🤢: I’ll send everyone what hour to come by to prepare everything

Kim Mingyu🤢: see you then

It’s so awkward that you don’t send anything after.

You don’t regret it, but you do fear what’s going to happen.

Note: sorry if the ending it’s a little sudden, I don’t know how to finish this but I do want to write a part two 😉

[chocolate-pies]

MDNI, again, just bc

also made in haste and on phone bc I have no patience to do it on a desktop

js thinking about how simon ghost riley, death of the battlefield, absolute annihilator, and the most scariest man to exist

would definitely bend over and do your bidding for you if you so fucking wished bc he loves you so.

you need a nap? dw he'll cradle your head in his lap if you're in public. would definitely fucking glare at anything/anyone being too loud in the vicinity

you want something but it's too expensive? fuck it, simon riley doesnt spend money on himself anyway, he'd spoil you every chance he fucking gets for SURE

you're horny but yall in public?? fuck that he'll bend you over in the nearest dark corner; he does not give a fuck. so what if his pretty girl is seen? shes the most loveliest dove anyway, why not show her off if he gets a chance?

oh and by god would he only just swell with pride when he makes you cum in minutes

"stop it's too much" even if he hasn't cum yet? "of course, my love, anything f'you" and then he'll only take care of himself when he's back home, with you, and he won't even bug you about it if you're not in the mood anymore, he'll just rub himself even if it hurts a lil bit but of course while looking at pictures of you he has saved in his phone

and omg the gallery collection this man has.

he was for sure alone before you, because aside from dumbass selfies soap and gaz took of themselves when the lieutenant's phone was out unguarded, he only has pictures of you

cute candid ones where you're looking off to space, and maybe really adorable pictures where both of you are looking at the camera with your arm outstretched bc you're the one who insisted to take a picture together "because the sunset is so pretty" or "we just look cute together today!!"

but the fucking amount of NUDES this man has of you

he loves you just as much as he respects your privacy but every chance he sees you naked?

you hear the shutter sound effect of a camera shot being taken, very faintly

and you'll turn around and just see simon shuffling away with his head and shoulders hunched over bc he's staring at the naked picture of you all dozed-like

"delete that!!" "but, doll, you look so fuckin' good"

end of thoughts bc I ran out of juice :3

[scary-event2369]

Yandere! Student Council President One-Shot

Yippie! I’m back with another post! I hope y’all enjoy this one also~ I’ve been in such a mood to write, but I am so clueless on what to write. If you have any ideas please request it! I’m desperate… please

The reader and the yandere are both 18+ 

WARNING: NOT PROOF READ, I wrote this all in one day also… beware! Contents: Fem body reader (no pronouns/gendered terms used), Masturbation, fingering, praise, kinda dub-con; but also not really. —

I was sitting in front of the student council president, Alaric. He was tall with a beige and freckles covered his cheeks. He had dark chocolate brown hair which was always neat and put together. His hazel eyes looked at me with a stern gaze.

I was caught playing on my phone during class. Since our school was so large, the principal had other; more important things to attend to, so during lunch I had to talk to the school’s discipliner… our student council president.

I was known as the average student. Average grades, little friends, never in trouble. This was the first time we ever spoke. I was trembling a bit as I sat in front of him. My head facing down looking at the floor. I was too nervous and scared to look him in the eye.

After what seemed like an eternity he cleared his throat. “Phone in your class, really?” His voice was stern but it wasn’t as angry as I expected. He sighed as he rubbed in between his eyes, “Listen, since this is your first time getting in trouble I punish you.” I turned my head up, finally meeting his gaze. My face had a clear look of relief when he said that. Alaric looked at me for a second before leaning forward, “I want your phone though,” he stretched out his arm waiting for me to give it to him, “Now.” I gulped nervously, my relief faded a bit. I hand him my phone. He looks at it for a moment before he swipes up. “What's your passcode?” he asks. My eyes go wide, “Uhm, what?” I ask nervously. “I’m not playing games here,” he said seriously. It was clear he wasn’t in the mood for me to fight back. “If you want your phone back, you give me the passcode. Now.” I started trembling a bit again. I was nervous, obviously I didn’t want to give him my passcode; but I also wanted my phone back. “It’s uhm, 1256,” I told him reluctantly. I just assumed he would open it and see that I was just playing my game, tell me off, and then just hand it back to me. However he closed the game and started opening my camera roll! I felt my heart drop out of my ass. “W-what are you doing?” I was trembling a bit, I was clearly confused and worried. 

"I'm going to make sure you weren't taking any pictures of students or any teachers in... inappropriate positions," he said, looking at the gallery. "You never know what students are up to these days..."

Fuck, that was sort of a good point. I was about to protest when he stopped. His eyes went wide and a dark red hue covered his cheeks. He put the phone down on the desk, I glanced over to see… It was a nude!

I turned bright red as well and quickly reached for my phone. However his reflexes were quicker then mine, he snatched the phone back before I could get to it.

“Wait,” he said quickly. “Is that you or someone else?” he asks. His freckled cheeks are still that bright red. He had a slight smile and his eyes were looking at me, almost hoping it was.

“I-I uhm ah,” I was so flustered I couldn’t say anything. I kept stumbling over my words like a complete idiot. Alaric smiled at me, he continued scrolling, discovering more nudes I completely forgot I took.

He brought the phone close to his face, almost like he was enamored with them. He touched the screen softly. He didn’t say anything, he just kept scrolling. It wasn’t just nudes, some selfies, some random pictures I took; but he skipped past those only to stare and linger on the more risque pictures.

I reached for my phone, “Please give me my phone back,” I pleaded as I tried to grab it from him. I was so embarrassed. I just wanted to run away.

“Not yet,” he said, gripping the phone harder as he leaned back so I couldn’t reach. “I’m not done with this yet.” He stood up and walked around the desk. He loomed over me as he put his hand on my knee. He showed me the picture I took of myself. “ Why are you taking these pictures?” he asked, his voice deep, and he almost sounded… jealous?

I tried reaching for my phone but he pulled it away. “I just thought I looked good!” I admitted with flushed cheeks. I was completely mortified. He smirked as he scrolled again. If the pictures weren’t absolutely embarrassing the next thing was. It was a video.

A video where I was two fingers deep in myself moving them quickly in and out. I was crying out from the pleasure. It was very explicit. My face was clear as day, occasionally I would look directly at the camera. There was no way I could lie and say it wasn’t me or I wasn’t doing what I so obviously was.

Alaric’s smirk grew as he watched the video with me. His eyes dilated, pupils so big it basically covered his light hazel eyes.  His hand slowly trailing up from my knee to my thigh. The warmth from his touch only heightened my embarrassment. It seemed like I was stuck in a state of shock. Just completely mortified about everything happening. When the bell rang, signaling lunch was over, is when I came back to my senses. I grabbed my phone out of his hand. Right when I was about to climax. I quickly turned off my phone and stood up from the chair. I backed up towards the door. My cheeks are still hot from everything going on.

He stood up. He looked displeased when I backed away from him. Approaching me, he pinned me against the wall peering down at me. “I want you,” he said in a low but direct tone. Then he leaned in, our noses basically touching as he looked at me with those eyes of his. “And I won’t take no for an answer.” I felt my heart race in my chest. I looked at with wide eyes. “Huh?” I was confused. “We… We have class! We should really head out,” I said quickly. He smiled a bit, shining his perfect teeth down at me. “I don’t care about class,” he said, his voice filled with lust. He then stopped  making eye contact and looked me up and down. “Your body is… incredible.” He dropped his arms to my waist. He pulled me closer as he wrapped his arms around me. I was basically squished between his chest and the wall. I was completely engulfed by his scent. My heart was racing more than before, I swear it was about to shatter my ribcage.

Alaric leaned down, pushed his nose into my neck before moving up a bit. I then felt him planting his lips on it. I felt my breath getting taken away. It was such a light and soft one, it held so much care. I knew at this moment he was holding himself back. “A-Alaric,” I squeaked. My voice broke a bit. My hands still on his chest as I tried in vain to still push him away. “Class,” I repeated. I was still a bit breathless from the closeness between us.

“I. Don’t. Care.” he growled into my ear. He was smiling at me, as one of his hands moved from my waist to my chest. Gently trailing between each of my breasts. He was still kissing my neck, this time a bit more aggressive. I let out a soft groan, my whole body felt hot. My body was trembling from the sensations I was feeling.

Alaric still kissed my neck feverishly. He stopped groping me to unbutton my shirt. He slowly unbuttoned one after the other, soon I was shirtless. He leaned back a bit, as he pulled the shirt off me and threw it on the floor. I was wearing a bra, the only thing that prevented me from being completely topless. He looked directly at my cleavage. His smile widened like I’ve never seen before. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered gently. He then leaned in, whispering into my ear. “I’m sure you look amazing without a bra on.” My face blushed even more. My heart was racing, I bit my lip gently. “I-I don’t know…” I whispered shyly. He just laughed gently into my ear as he nibbled on it a bit, causing me to whimper a bit. His hands wrapped around me and he began to undo my bra. 

In one swift moment, my bra fell to the floor. His eyes sparkled a bit as he looked at me completely topless. The cold air hardened my nipples, that or just his intense gaze caused them to perk up. Either way Alaric was very pleased. “It’s even better than the photos you took,” he said in a charming, yet lustful way. I blushed, “D-don’t say that!” I say embarrassed. He laughed as his hands gently went up and down the sides of my waist. “You’re beautiful,” he said as his hands went up to my tits. His hands massaging them gently. I let out a pathetic moan as I used my hand to cover my mouth. I knew deep down I should have pushed him away, but it also felt good, like I couldn’t push him away. “Don’t cover your mouth, love,” he said in an excited tone. He was so happy to be the one causing you so much pleasure.  “I love the noises you make.” I squeezed my eyes shut as I let out more soft groans. I wasn’t covering my mouth any more, I was just biting on my knuckle gently now. One of his hands was squeezing my boobs gently, the other one gently pinched my nipple, twisting it, causing me to let out more sounds of pleasure.

“So cute,” he whispered as he then started to pinch and tease both of my sensitive nubs. It seemed like he did this for a while, each second longer I let out more sounds of pleasure. I was panting and groaning, I could only hear the involuntary noises coming from my lips, and the racing of my heart.

My eyes were still shut, I didn’t open it until I felt something warm wrap around my erect nubs. They shot open as I looked down, he brought his lips down and was licking and sucking them. My hands went to his shoulders as I dug into them. I was moaning louder than before, however I was biting my lip to be quiet. I could hear students and teachers walk past the office. They were plenty noisy, so it covered up the sounds I was making… but barely. “Mhm~ you taste so sweet,” he said between sucking and licking. “You sure are sensitive, aren’t you?” He teased, gently biting a bit causing me to let out a squeal. 

He laughed a bit, the vibrations only serving to cause me more pleasure. “Alaric,” I moaned softly as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Yes, my love?” he asked as hips lips finally left my sensitive and perky nipple. There was a trail of saliva that still connected the trail though. “You want more?” He asked as he slowly pulled down my skit. “I didn’t say that!” I responded. I didn’t need too, I held such a look of longing and desire, he could tell I wanted more. Alaric just looked up at me with a smile as he unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

“Wow, you sure are soaked,” he said, his gaze was directly to my panties which had a large wet stain from being so excited.

His put one of his fingers and touched it. My legs shook as I glanced down at him. “All i did was kiss your neck and tease your breasts,” he said as he trailed his finger up and down my soaked lips through the cloth. “Either you’re really sensitive, or you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he said with a happy smile. His light eyes looked up at me, they held so much joy and lust. I was whimpering as I threw my head back and pushed it up against the door. His finger still trailing up and down my folds. He was breathing heavily, his cheeks still flushed. He pulled my panties to the side, looking at me directly.

“How pretty,” he said as he brought up two fingers up to my dripping cunt. “So creamy,” he whispered. My knees weakened again as he touched me directly. I felt my face get more flushed by his words. He stopped his fingers on my clit. “This is so hard, it’s eager to be touched.” I was panting softly as I moved my head forward again and looked down at him. He made eye contact with me again. He started to rub my nub between two fingers. I cried out a bit as I slid down the door, now sitting on the floor, legs still spread as he didn’t stop the agonizingly slow rubs. “Wow, you’re much noisier than you where in the video,” he commented. I leaned in and whispered into my ear, “Do my fingers fill you with more pleasure then yours do?” he asked.

I was slurring any possible words I would have as he was still caressing me in my sensitive place. I think he took that an answer of confirmation. “Good. I’m the only one who will be able to give you this much pleasure,” he whispered in my ear. He positioned his hand so his thumb was still rubbing my clit slowly. I then felt him insert two fingers. He laughed roughly, his eyes darkened a bit as he licked my ear lobe. “Good job! You’re so wet that two fingers slipped in like it was nothing!” he praised as he began to move his fingers against my throbbing, clenched walls.

“Stop saying such things,” I said between moans. It was so embarrassing to hear how greedily my body accepted his digits. “I don’t want to stop. I want you to know just how good you’re being for me,” he said as his other hand started to grope my breast again. He was now picking up the pace. The sensation of having both my clit and my pussy stimulated was almost too much for me to handle. “You’re leaking a lot,” he whispered into my ear. “Are you going to come?” he asked. I was moaning, long forgetting to be quiet. I nodded quickly. He bit my ear, “No, you can’t come yet.” “You lasted longer in your video, I'm sure you can hold it in,” he teased, still nibbling. You would think if he didn’t want me to orgasm he would slow down or stop, but he didnt’ He was going faster. Actually he added a third finger. “I-I can’t,” I cried out. I felt my toes clenching as the impending orgasm grew more. The sounds of his fingers rapidly moving in and out of my leaking cunt echoed throughout the room. “Come on, just a bit longer,” he encouraged. He was the student council president for more than just his grades, he was really good at encouraging people, especially right now. Alaric moved his fingers deeper, hitting me in the spot that was more sensitive. “Wow! You’re gripping onto me so much I can barely move my fingers!” He said in a voice that held pride and amazement. He continued to rub against that area, the sensations never leaving, not even for a second. I was moaning louder. It’s lucky no one came by his office normally, or we surely would have gotten caught. “You’ve got it, just a few more seconds,” he said as he brought down his face to my collarbone. Leaving a bunch of small hickeys. I was holding it in, not that it was easy. With his kisses, his groping, and how hard he was finger fucking me it was amazing I held out this long. He did this for a couple more seconds before whispering the words I longed to hear, “You can release now.” And I did. It was a long and hard one, even as I was releasing he didn’t stop his fingers from moving in my dripping hole. This just prolonged my orgasm. Finally, which seemed like forever he finally, but slowly, pulled his fingers out. My whole body was shaking. I was panting and moaning still as my juices poured out of me, leaving a small stain on the floor. He kissed my forehead, “Good job! You held it in perfectly,” he praised. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of joy when he said this. I looked at him again. The bell rang, we missed the entire last period, however he just sat next to me on the floor resting his head on mine. “You should send me those photos and videos.”

[angelgrovehighschool]

I have got some new followers so allow me to intradeus myself my name iz Mikey / Michael / Ruto ,

I am a Leo Sun Aries Moon w a Virgo and Cap stellium

i am an artist & professionally i work as a RVTI certified RV Technician

I like to work out & sometimes I’m just posting progress pics lol

I live in Dallas with my boyfriend who is a hot Pisces genius photographer and who I am madly in luv with

My fav bands are the knife, black moth super rainbow, & melt banana. I am a gamer, & I play everything , JRPGs, simulation games, old scjool point and click, basically whatever pulls me in. I like Dario Argento and Ryan Trecartin

I’ve had Tjis dumb ass blog since 2012 & in the past year it hs basically devolved into a selfie gallery and also sometimes I ramble about my life . I am very friendly and always down to talk astrology, answer any questions about RVs and RVing, or just shoot the shit lol . Again I am very loyal to my bf so if I am doing something, ie posting or sharing a nude, plz know that it is within the boundaries of what is ok in my relationship, and if I politely tell u that a line has been crossed, I will not repeat myself lmfao .

I am kinda moving towards posting more explicit content lmfao (shocker) so plz keep that in mind if u are following me

Ok I’m gonna go play with my pussy now!!

[worschipping]

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Barbie girl,not a Barbie World

God himself only knows how bad things got and what went down between Blitzo and his sister Barbie Wire for her to hate the imp so much that she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him in her life. Christ on a stick she could only hope that shitshow at that Summer camp was the last that she'd ever see of that emotional trainwreck but somehow she had a feeling her luck would be that shitty. The very idea was enough to drive her to drink and that was just exactly what she did, chugging down some of the strongest stuff they had in whatever dive or watering hole she could find to kill her brain cells. Okay so what she got a hangover out of it, it’d be fucking worth it if you asked her!!

At least that was what she tells herself at the time but the splitting headache and blurry vision she had the next morning was a very different story. Her brain feeling like someone was banging a wrecking ball against it as the crawling of a roach sounded way too loud, she opened her eyes to find an unfamiliar ceiling of what was no doubt some cheap ratty speak easy motel. Her body numb and sore all over which could only be signs that she had gotten laid and pretty damn well, Christ on a stick she could smell and feel the stickiness. Wincing as she sat up, vision clearing and adjusting while taking in a mental survey of the damage to the room.

Barbie:”Daaaaaamn when I get drunk, I get drunk…”*Fishing around for her phone as she found it on the floor, she checked the time to find but noticed something peculiar. Apparently her notifications claimed her photo gallery was loaded enough to a point her phone’s memory was almost full.*”How in the fuck? It wasn’t even anywhere 50% last night…….”*Sweet Anti-Christ she hoped she hadn't done anything stupid and fucked up like her brother had, but it was hard to top the guy who stole Verosika Mayday's credit cards after boning her, ditching her then maxing said cards out on horse riding lessons. Seriously, what was up with him and the horses?*

Deciding to chance it and hope there wasn't anything too cringe or incriminating, she unlocked her phone and started with the photos first in order oldest and most recent. Feeling her eyes widen and her jaw drop in absolute shock to find herself in what were very borderline compromising, NSFW type positions and poses. Nudes, lewd selfies and the like all ranging from very sloppy, open air tongue kisses between herself and all too familiar face. That damn little crossdressing pipsqueak underling of her brother's who was undercover trying to bust up her little summer camp smuggling operation!!

Now that she thought about it, apparently something happened not long after she made her escape from Blitzo and his clingy bullshit that went viral involving him and Mill-something, christ what were their names? It still escaped her but each and every picture she examined brought back hazy liquor fuelled moments of the past night in a hazy yet vivid lucidty. Making out with him as he felt up her tits and ass, oh especially her tight bubbly crimson red ass, the phantom sensations of swift stinging slaps making those cheeks clap, the feel of his breath she hugged and held his face in between her perky tits.....Sweet unholy whore of Babylon was she getting wet right now?!! Looking down at her crotch to find not only was that the case but what in all the 9 circles, how much jizz was that?

On further reflection at how sticky she was all over and especially between her legs but also the trashed state of her motel room, Barbie began to wonder not how far she went with..Moxxie, yeah that was the little dude's name, but just how the fuck did get this way? Deciding her memory refresh had to take the plunge down the night before rabbit hole as she began to examine the videos and suffice to say, if she found her body getting treacherously turned on before? Any and all sense of shame went out the window as her morbid curiosity took the helm, tapping play on the first one. Her face soon blushing so badly that it was making her natural skintone look pale as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped further as the audio kicked in.

The Videos all varied in terms of length ranging from a handful of seconds to minutes but all the same as each one kicked in after the other, it came back to Barbie like the rush of pain from taking a mountain goat headbutt to the cooch. Witnessing herself giving Moxxie a blowjob, her eyes glowing with lust as she bobbed her head on what could only be called the biggest cock she'd ever seen!! One that she saw herself choking on in the video as the imp grasped her curved horns and gave her an intense powerful facefucking. Only just occurring to the rehabbed ex circus girl that if she and Moxxie had their hands occupied here...then who the fuck in all the 7 sins was holding the camera?!

A query of course that briefly became forgotten as the video of her blowjob in what could only be considered a corner of whatever watering hole she'd been in last night transitioned into a video of her in what seemed to be the back seat of a very large car, a limo perhaps even? All she could tell was that she was sitting back moaning like a pornstar as Moxxie was eating her out and goddamn if he didn't seem to have quite the gifted tongue. Especially with how her video self was holding onto his horns for dear life as if not wanting him to pry off away from her slit. But then what followed was what had likely lead to her waking up here and now.

There was no mistaking the motel room even in its current undemolished state as it began with her and Moxxie making out in drunken passion as they stripped each naked. Whoever their camera-man or woman even going by the voice(s?) cheering them on as the sequence of videos indicated the passing of time and the progress of the demolition of the room. A dent in the wall as Moxxie pinned her up against it and jackhammered into her like some kind of sex machine, the couch knocked and flipped over as she was bent over it to be taken doggy style before pinned in a mating press with her legs spread up in the air. And of course the absolute declining state of the mattress and bedsheets as she and the secret stud went through a veritable kama sutra of positions.

Each and every video filled in the gaps as her haze cleared with clarity and her body tingled with the phantom sensations of pleasure. The final video playing showing her sleeping, curled in a cozy foetal postion, cum oozing from her overflowing snatch and crimson red skin glistening with sweat. All the while the cutely sleeping little possum was being carried away by some hellhound girl who was cradling him gently so as to not disturb him as the camera turned to show an imp girl who shot her a wink and a smile. Barbie of course managing to recognise her as Moxxie's dam wife who kept her attention as she left her a message.

Millie:"If you ever wanna know how good it is when you're sober, left you a note. Just give us a call and I'm sure we can arrange something..."*Millie of course punctuated this remark with a little kiss blown at the camera. The video finishing leaving barbie to reflect on this media gallery filled with evidence of what had to be the best fuck of her life that she just barely would've remembered. her pussy gushing as it hit her that after that night? No other guy would be able to even come close to that!!*

Barbie of course tried to debate the pros and cons of this as she mulled Millie's words over, finding the aforementioned note pinned on the nightstand by a knife. On the one hand this risked the chance of running into her emotional headcase fuck-up of a brother buuuuuuut it meant getting herself another dose of Moxxie love. It took a few minutes that felt like an eternity before Barbie decided "Fuck it...." and reached for the note. If anything least becoming a moxxie sex addict would be better than the booze and drugs sending her back to fuckdamn rehab, that was for sure!!

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: smut, attempt at sexting, sexting lessons (sort of), swearing, Otto being a bit of a little shit (he uses a lot of gifs and there are some in here)

AN: Again thank you @illiana-mystery and @writingkitten for this idea! We love ourselves some Otto! Story below the cut.

Pt. 1

Over the next couple of weeks, Otto got better at using the phone. He mainly communicated through gifs, which was both cute and slightly annoying. Like now. When I was asking what he wanted for dinner, but all he would send was pictures of the movie we had watched the night before. I tried calling him out but it didn't change anything. I ran my hands over my face as the stress of the day was getting to me. Then an idea hit me. Slipping my phone under my desk, I scrolled through the photo gallery before finding the picture I was looking for.

(Y/N): behave yourself and this is what you'll get tonight after dinner.

Followed by a selfie where I wasn't wearing a shirt. Even though you couldn't see anything, I knew it would get his attention. I put my phone face down on my desk and continued working. My phone buzzed a few minutes later and I slipped it under my desk again, slightly afraid of what he would send.

Otto: I'll behave.

Otto: Wait. Is that what Peter called sexting? Because if it is I want to do that. Teach me?

I laughed and sent a quick text to Peter, asking him if he really told Otto about sexting. Then I walked Otto through taking nudes and what to say. When it seemed like he had grasped the idea, I asked him for a dick pic. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I made my way to the bathroom. Barely anyone used it at this time and that privacy is what I needed right now. Locking the door, I settled against the sink and waited. Otto's text finally came through and I had to fight my laugh when I opened it. Instead of a dick pic, I got a picture of his leg and our bed spread.

Otto: is this it?

(Y/N): no honey. That's not what I asked for but that's ok.

Otto didn't respond for a while so I figured he was either trying again or was getting frustrated with himself. So I took matters into my own hands.

(Y/N): how about this? Strip down, stand in front of the mirror, and take a picture of yourself. Flo might be able to help you. It should look like this.

And I sent him the last nude I had taken. It hadn't been meant for anyone except me, being one of the days I thought I looked pretty good. Within minutes, Otto responded. But it was more gifs.

Otto: fuck me

(Y/N): Otto please.

Otto:

Otto: seriously. fuck me.

(Y/N): alright. that's it. I'm going back to work. Go play a game or something you dork. <3

Shaking my head, I headed back to my desk. I shoved my phone into my bag and left Otto to his own devices. By the time I clocked out and was headed back home, I had been spammed with gifs. All of them the same as he had sent me earlier in the day. Rolling my eyes as I finally reached the apartment building, I headed up.

"Hey! Lover boy!" I called out as I entered the apartment. Otto emerged from the bedroom, actuators whirling behind him. Moe zoned in on me and immediately wrapped around my arm. I pet him and moved around the living room, putting my belongings away but he wouldn't let go. "Well someone is happy to see me." I teased as I looked over at Otto.

"After that picture, very much so." He teased. I smiled at him and ushered him back into the bedroom. "What are we doing?" Otto tensed up a bit as I pushed him down on the bed. I straddled his waist and went to work on his belt.

"I'm going to teach you how to do this properly or so help me you'll never see another nude picture of me again." I breathed out as I finally got his belt off. I yanked his shirt out of his pants and took it off. His pants soon followed as well as his boxers. Otto was left bare beneath me and I leaned over him to reach his phone, thrown onto my side of the bed. "Now Flo is going to take the pictures."

"Why?" Otto asked, trying to shift himself further up the bed without rubbing against me.

"Because she listens." I deadpanned as I handed Flo the phone. I climbed off Otto and let him position himself as he pleased. "Now all you have to do is sit there. Understand Otto?" He nodded and watched as his actuator hovered next to me, clutching his phone. "Flo, take a picture of Otto. Try to mostly get his dick in the picture. Then one of his face and upper body." Flo bobbed before positioning herself and taking the pictures. She moved back over to me, holding the phone out proudly. I swiped through the pictures and nodded, patting her before pointing back to Otto. "Now Otto, stroke yourself." He blushed bright red and lifted a hand to point his finger at me.

"You said I was learning to sext and take pictures. Nothing about this." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well if you listen to my words, you'll learn what to type." I climbed on the bed and settled myself over his thighs, taking him in my hand and slowly stroking his length. "Besides, you want me to see all of you don't you?" He shuddered as I rubbed over his tip before gently pushing my hand away. I climbed off him as he continued before Larry pulled his hand away.

"What's the big idea?" He whined to his creation. Flo moved in a gentle circle, rolling her eyes the best she could. Then she moved in to take more pictures.

"Good." I praised as Flo showed me the new ones. "Alright. Off the bed. In front of the mirror." I motioned for Otto to follow me and I stood off to the side. Otto watched me carefully as Flo moved over his shoulder. Moe, Larry, and Harry stayed in the shot but stood away from Otto. "Now Flo if you'd please." Flo took some pictures while Moe moved in to pose Otto. I covered my mouth with my hand, hiding my smile and slight laugh. After a while, Otto started to whine.

"That's enough." He finally broke, reaching out for me. I moved into his grasp and chuckled as his hands started to roam. He leaned over and started to kiss along my neck. "Come on. You're dressed and I'm not." His whine was adorable and I reached up to cup his cheek. Otto turned to kiss my palm and I broke. "This isn't how it works. You know that." I released him and nodded. Otto broke into a wide grin as he started to undress me. As the last of my clothing hit the floor, Otto kissed me forcefully. "Even better than the picture." He moaned. Wrapping his arms around me, the actuators lifted us up and carried us back to the bed.

Otto laid down, forcing me on top. I shifted until he was lined up with my entrance and sank down. Our moans mixed and I slowly started to grind my hips against him. Otto's hands came to rest on my hips and Moe curled around my waist gently. With a nod, Moe started to lift me gently before allowing me to sink back down. I rolled my hips as I sped up, Otto's moans urging me on.

"(Y/N), I can't..." Otto panted. I nodded and sped up as much as Moe would allow me.

"I can't either." With a moan, Otto reached up to cup my cheek.

"I love you." He groaned. I smiled as I forcefully sank back down on him.

"I love...love you too." I ground out. A moment later, we groaned out as our shared climax washed over us. I braced myself on Otto's shoulders, Flo and Harry joining Moe so I wouldn't topple over. Otto held my arms gently, rubbing his thumbs over my muscles as we both came down. Moe gently lifted me off him and allowed me to sink into the bed. "That was a better outcome than I expected." I teased, reaching over to brush Otto's sweaty hair out of his face. He chuckled as he captured my wrist, pulling my hand to his chest instead.

"Isn't that usually the outcome from sexting?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Either together or separately, depending on where you are and what's going on." I shrugged the best I could as I moved over to hug Otto. "We'll get to that another time." I smiled up at him from my place on his chest.

"Sounds good." Otto breathed out. "What's for dinner?" I laughed as I gently swatted his chest. "What?"

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i started rambling in tags there but actually i'll just make a separate post bc i have a lot of thoughts. readmore bc long, cw mentioned csa, harassment, etc

there's a world of difference between minors exploring sexual topics at their own pace in neutral/educational contexts etc, and being unwillingly exposed to sexual topics in ways meant to shock/disturb/harass/groom

i have been a minor in both of these situations. amazingly enough only the instances where my consent/boundaries were ignored ever bothered me, who would have thought!

the first book i read that had a sexually explicit scene was the clan of the cave bear (heavy cw for csa if you plan to read/look it up). i was 13 iirc. i did not know it contained such a scene, but going forward with the series, i quickly realized there would be a lot of sex. i read the whole thing before turning 18.

in general, i was given pretty free reign with the media i engaged with. zero adult supervision with my library habits. i learned what my limits were, i learned to pace myself as needed, i learned to curate my media intake. this was far more useful than someone filtering all my books for 'bad' content with no input from me would have been.

i started drawing/writing sexual things of my own in my preteens or soon after. it got fairly explicit fairly fast. i didn't share any of it with anyone, it was just for me, but i did draw and write these things as a outlet for the thoughts and feelings i was having.

i find this much preferable to what several of my peers were doing, which was having unsafe sex with each other and/or unsafe people. there were a few who were drinking around at 15ish, which means there was/were sketchy adult(s) providing alcohol, and who knows what else. at least one of the girl got pregnant. (worth noting that teen pregnancies are very rare here)

me reading spicy books or secretly drawing sex did not traumatize me. wouldn't be so sure about those former classmates.

also, in the context of that post showing a sign/disclaimer that is at an art gallery, i must mention that this not a one off situation. once i went to an exhibit (on an art school trip) dedicated to selfies. there was a section for nudes/sexual selfies. it was a somewhat separate corner of the exhibit, walled off but with open doorways so you could easily see inside. there was only a simple sign noting that there was sexual content in there, but no one stood there to check who went in. no ids were asked when we arrived to the gallery. all of us minus the teacher were in our late teens; some might have been minors, idk. just. your own call if you went in or skipped that section, that's it.

minors still should steer clear of specifically 18+ spaces/communities and such. it's not safe or educational or anything. a teen secretly & privately looking at something illicit vs engaging in sexual and/or kinky interactions/communities are extremely different. something like a strip club or a kink dungeon is strictly adults only for a reason. online, minors posting heavily suggestive material is extremely not good even if technically not adult content. there's some wiggle room in things appropriate for teens but not younger kids, i know i started sharing occasional mild nsfw art at around 15, but it was specifically in general art communities, not sexual/kink communities. social media makes that distinction tricky if it is there at all.

(tho i must admit, seeing what i intended as a sweet tender moment between my ocs to end up in someone's pregnancy fetish collection on deviantart was certainly a lesson to be learned about how people engage with things online. i was weirded out but shrugged it off since the person wasn't otherwise interacting with me or anything & it was ultimately harmless, and i've kept on doing that ever since. highly recommend!)

but. "nsfw spaces for minors"? (yikes) "sfw kink" communities open for minors? (for the love of fuck no)- you mean places designed for grooming. creeps will lie about their ages and motivations.

when and how and why and with whom matters so much when it comes to minors and sexual topics.

also i saw one person in the notes there going on about how you shouldn't tell kids what porn is until they're teens bc porn is traumatizing. fuck off with that

one thing mom did 100% right was explaining that porn is unrealistic make belief for adults that i shouldn't take seriously or try to mimic before i even knew what porn was & only had a rough understanding of sex.

that's how you prevent porn from messing with kid's perception of sex & reduce related trauma. you EDUCATE, and do it BEFORE the exposure happens. if you only teach about sex related things when they become "topical" there's a good change you're already too late. signed, more than one lesson came too late for me. fun things to learn in your-20s, yay

parents/teachers should go forward with the assumption that one way or another, minors will be exposed to sexual things, through their own curiosity, trough harassment/abuse, through peers wanting to shock them/gross them out, by pure chance/on accident, whatever it might be, and give them the tools and spaces to process what weird feelings or upset might come. pretending porn doesn't exist and demonizing sex all but guarantees issues and trauma.

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Next day, at work, you start receiving his selfies. He’s at yours, wearing nothing, but your very old, overstretched hoodie, and it covers him to the thighs, but leaves his long, slender legs deliciously bare. You receive a pic full front, with a gap between his legs which are spread just so, then from the side, with the hem lifted just enough to show off the curve of his ass and make sure you realize he has *nothing* underneath.

It’s not your standard, run-of-the-mill nudes, he’s very artistic about it, it has a style, a flair, it could easily go into a gallery exhibit, all of which you register very distantly, because first of all, it’s so fucking hot. 

The low angle shot of his inner thighs, spread open, his hand tugging the hem of your hoodie between his legs, a fucking tease, just inviting you to catch his wrist and lift it up, trail kisses on the tender flesh of his inner thighs until you reach his sweet, wet cunt. 

The high angle shot, nothing of his face is showing but the half-open lips, arched throat, hoodie sliding off one shoulder, leaving a sharp curve of the collarbones on display and just a hint of his chest.

Sideways view, he’s in your bed, in a tangle of sheets, hand between his legs, soft dark curls of the long hair thrown over the pillows and over his face, “thinking of you…” in the message, and it’s too fucking much, it finally makes you answer with “Don’t you fucking dare to cum without me”

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Artist Research Blog #4 Melissa Shook

Melissa Shook was a pioneering photographer known for her self-portraits created during a challenging time in her life, which was created in the 1970s. she focused more on exploring themes of identity, specifically self-representation, and personal experiences, using strict guidelines for her process. Her notable work "Daily Self portraits" from 1972 to 1973 consisted of hundreds and hundreds of intimate photographs taken in the New York department. This impacted her and reflected on her struggles and journey of self-discovery. Her work was well known for her emotional depth and its influence in discussions about feminist art and the role of the artists. Shooks's portraits portrayed the honesty of lived experiences. Each photograph typically measures around 8 x 10 inches, but sizes can vary depending on the print. The medium is Gelatin silver prints. The exhibition venues for Self-portraits have been exhibited in several venues, including MoMA PS1 and various photography galleries specializing in contemporary and feminist art. This form of art is displayed as a grid or sequence. This highlights the transformation in her appearance and emotions over time in autobiographical photographic practices. 

In my opinion, Melissa Shook does an excellent job of using contrast in her photographs. While I am not a fan generally of black-and-white photography her use of really deep black points and artistic principles makes her work compelling. However, I’m not personally drawn to her style it often features women in awkward poses and lacks color, which I find somewhat depressing. It makes you wonder what happened to the women in the pictures. Why are they so unhappy? What traumas have they endured over the years? But overall, I will say that I won’t be using this technique in my upcoming projects because I love color. If color lacks in pictures I am not interested in it. 

We know now that Melissa Shook's photography is based on a time when minimalist lenses were used and intimate lenses were used. Her public perception of her work varies as some people appreciate the emotional depth. Women were the main sources and their opinions were mostly positive because she liked to bring women together. People mostly compare her to Cindy Sherman and Francesca Woodman because they both focus on mundane aspects which is mainly their own life and how they approach things. But nowadays, people find her work relevant to the culture of taking selfies. This highlights the contrast between the process of modern self-representation. For more information, her work is displayed at Nelson-Atkins Museum in Kansas City, Missouri. 

I like that she uses her personal experience to capture real photographs. Everyone nowadays takes pictures of people or themselves when they are happy and thriving but never really show the other sides to their lives. Everyone has their ups and downs. Mellisa Shook portrays that really well and that is why more people like her work more than dislike it. It’s important that people do that because not everyone has a perfect ife, there is always a flaw. 

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Bad Bunny Posts NSFW Shirtless Selfie Amid Kendall Jenner Romance – Hollywood Life

View gallery Image Credit: Tinseltown/Shutterstock Bad Bunny really is bad! The “Where She Goes” singer left little to the imagination on his Instagram story on Sunday, August 27 with a nude selfie taken through a reflection. Although the photo is dark, it’s clear that his naked body is posed in an open-air shower. Although he has previously posted nude photos on social media, this particular…

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How photography changed world.

Whatever you were thinking before, you could be wrong. Appreciating how photography changed the world and how we remember modern history is essential for society.

Photography is the ultimate tool for capturing our surroundings with a realistic approach. Due to the very nature of capturing evidence, it has impacted the way we remember things from our past.

From global-scale events to domestic and familiar occurrences, photography has shaped the way we remember things.

1. Photography Changes History

And It Alters our Perspective of the Past!

The instant and immediate viewing of events is one of the most important things photography has given to humanity. Each day that passes, we get closer in terms of globalization.

Images reach a broader and wider audience each day, and history is reducing its gaps in terms of time intervals.

Major events in our modern and contemporary times are widely known and remembered thanks to photography.

Photography has helped history to be reinforced with visual evidence that provides more objectivity than illustrations ever did. It goes further yet from the oral tradition of previous historical times.

We can remember the past, not only because of our great and lucid memories, which I don't doubt some people have but because of photography.

We even experience feelings of nostalgia when we see images from previous times that can be completely unknown and almost foreign to us. It's bringing a tangible feeling (especially printed photographs) back from a picture in our mind.

2. Photography Changes Social Events And Family History

From weddings to funerals, photography has been present and shaped the way we do things.

Wedding photography is the ultimate form of social event photography, and the risk of failure has such dramatic consequence! The fear of failing at it is one of the main reasons why this photographic niche isn’t as highly saturated as one might think.

Domestic photography is a beautiful, intimate and genuine act of vernacular documentation. Almost all families treasure their photographs because they tell their story – it’s as simple as that.

Some photographers have taken this discipline into the artistic realm, like Sally Mann with intimate family photos, or Nicholas Nixon with his Brown Sisters series.

Sally Mann is best known for her project called Immediate Family.  It was first exhibited in 1990 by Edwynn Houk Gallery in Chicago and published as a monograph in 1992. This controversial project consists of 65 black-and-white photographs of Mann’s three children, all under the age of 10. Many of the pictures were taken at Mann's summer cabin along the river, where the children played and swam in the nude. These photos explore not only typical childhood themes, but also darker topics such as  insecurity, loneliness, sexuality and death.

When it comes to Nicholas Nixon and his project (The Brown Sisters), he started it in 1975. He was taking photos of his wife and her three sisters each year, consistently posed in the same left to right order. He made 40 portraits altogether and the series of these portraits has been shown at the St. Louis Art Museum, Harvard University's Fogg Art Museum, the Cincinnati Art Museum, the Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth, and the Institute of Contemporary Art in Boston.

We can say with certainly that both Mann’s and Nixon’s projects have shaped the history of photography even though they were just intimate family portraits!

3. Photography Changes Privacy With Social Media

Social media wouldn't be what it is today if not for photography. From tags to selfies, photography has helped people to transform their own privacy.

The whole notion of sharing has rocketed to new heights and almost defined a whole sub-genre in photography. The smartphone for one, has transformed what people photograph.

In one of my previous articles, why you should always carry a camera with you, it has become apparent over recent years that mobile photography is only gaining more momentum!

Erik Kessels did something in 2011 called 24Hrs in Photos. The performance consisted of filling an Amsterdam gallery with pictures uploaded to Flickr in 24 hours. Then he completely drowned the place with the printed images! Kessel is best known as a book publisher specializing in absurdist found photography. He collects photographs he finds on flea markets, fairs or online, and then re-contextualizes them in a humorous way.

This may be considered as a protest against the endless river of images uploaded to the internet. Or perhaps a statement about how photography has evolved in terms of resources and availability.

Many of these images were considered as domestic and vernacular, both key elements of private imagery.

Summary

Each of these three points may seem simplistic in their nature, but in fact, they hold monumental significance about how society has evolved. Cultures are changing – where is the future of photography taking us?

Every now and then it's good to pause, realize what's going on around us and consider taking a picture – whether it's with your smartphone or any camera you have on you.

No matter how “boring” the subject is, capturing a moment in history to one person may just be that indulgent moment of nostalgia for someone in years to come.

Remember to look back over your family photos and photos of your local area. It's a great way to appreciate what can happen over time as it flashes before our eyes.

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Jessie J shows off her growing baby bump in NAKED bathtub snaps #JessieJ

Jessie J showed off her blossoming baby bump as she blew up a storm in fitness gear before stripping completely nude for a series of bathtub pics.The 35-year-old singer, who is currently expecting her first child, took to Instagram on Thursday to share the nude snaps while documenting her pregnancy.She shared two pics of her bare baby bump as she relaxed in the bath and watched a movie on her laptop while a candle modestly lit the room.Jessie also showed off her growing bump in a mirror selfie as she wore a black Calvin Klein bra and matching leggings.She showed off her distinctive features with a light make-up and swept her dark locks back into a sleek high ponytail.

Pregnancy: Jessie J showed off her blossoming baby bump as she blew up a storm in fitness gear before stripping completely nude in bathtub snaps

Naked: The 35-year-old singer, who is currently expecting her first child, took to Instagram on Thursday to share nude photos while documenting her pregnancyAlongside the gallery of snaps, Jessie gushed about her pregnancy as she wrote: "Me I just want to remember this feeling forever.Jessie is expecting a baby boy with her basketball player boyfriend, Chanan Safir Colman, with whom she keeps her relationship very private.In April last year, Jessie confirmed they were in a relationship when they were spotted kissing over lunch in LA.The pair first sparked romance rumors in March 2022 on Richard Branson's Necker Island in the Caribbean, where Chanan joined Jessie for a work trip.And in January of this year, Jessie announced that they were expecting their first child together and that she was well into her pregnancy after keeping it under wraps.Her latest post comes after Jessie completely covered her stomach in plaster for her mum Rose's art project.Last month, she took to Instagram to share a video of her body fully covered in plaster to make a cast of her pregnant form.The clip showed her rarely-seen mother covering her body in the band-aid amid a gallery of snaps documenting the final moments of Jessie's pregnancy.

Relaxing: She shared two snaps of her bare baby bump as she lounged in the bath and watched a movie on her laptop while a candle modestly lit the roomHer caption began, "I'll be 35 tomorrow and this is the best birthday present I'll ever get."Referring to the video of her bump covered in cast, Jessie added, "My mom turns me into her art project / strawberry froyo."Elsewhere, Jessie recently took to Instagram to share a sweet snap of her unborn son's scan as she celebrated Mother's Day.She wrote in her caption: "You. Thank you for coming to me. Thank you for trusting me that my body can protect you."Thank you for already giving me the most extraordinary experience and the most important role I will ever play in my entire life."I love you so much it blows my mind that this is real. I am yours forever my son. I can't wait to meet you. And see that smile in real life."I love your daddy so much, you wouldn't be here without him. He is the most patient, calm and handsome man. You will LOVE him when you meet him."I feel so emotional as every Mother's Day before this one has been so different. I know the pain so many people are feeling today and I hold you in my heart.'Another photo in her post captioned, "I love you and I want to be the best version of me for you."Jessie recently revealed that she is struggling to keep up her hydration levels after being struck by the flu during a peak pregnancy. The singer had been stricken with the highly contagious cold virus in recent weeks, resulting in a host of unfortunate symptoms. Taking to Instagram, Jessie admitted that the illness requires her to constantly go to the bathroom, an issue that has drastically impacted her ability to maintain a high level of fluids. On Wednesday, she wrote: "I might as well sleep on the toilet at this point. Keep up your fluids while sick while pregnant. The Price Tag hitmaker recently announced she's expecting a baby boy and has directed an upcoming documentary that will chronicle her return to music as she becomes a mother.

Unique: Her latest post comes after Jessie had her stomach completely covered in plaster for her mum's art project

Adorable: Elsewhere, Jessie recently took to Instagram to share a sweet snap of her unborn son's scan as she celebrated Mother's Day A source said sunday mirror: “Jessie is determined not to let her pregnancy stop her from restarting her career."In the documentary, Jessie will discuss everything from pregnancy, miscarriage, health issues, heartbreak and love life to her fall into public favor and her planned comeback."Jessie has withdrawn from the limelight amid a string of flop records and health issues in recent years, despite playing with a TV crew in tow at 02 Shepherd's Bush Empire in London on Monday.She has been working on a new album and a world tour is set to follow in 2024. Read the full article