#they still made it happen in the show and that fucking sucks

[fairlyang]

No Te Contaron Mal 🕷️

w/c: 2.5K

pairing: fwb!miguel o’hara x latina!reader

tags: 18+ smut. fwb to lovers, jealousy, stubborn to not tell him, finding out he kissed another girl, getting mad, folding anyway, sucking him off, then getting mad n jealous again, arguing, kinda toxic but funny, reciprocated feelings, dumb confession, making out, grinding, riding, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: something so dumb and silly- y’all this song pisses me off every time i listen to it i HAD to finish this

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imagine just having a casual thing going on with miguel. you could call it a friends with benefits type of deal but you weren’t exactly going out with other people but it also wasn’t anything exclusive.

now the problem happened when one of your friends told you that she saw miguel kissing another girl at a club. something in that moment changed but you couldn't get yourself to admit that it was jealousy. especially when you made such a big fuss of it being something casual and nothing more.

so you did what you thought was best to get rid of even the mere thought of jealousy/your true feelings for him and just ignored him.

especially because you had gotten into a stupid argument yesterday which probably led to him making that decision in the first place.

the next day he texted you and the pure audacity of a man to want to fuck the night after kissing another girl was astonishing.

but he didn’t know that you knew and even if he did, he’d just tell you that you have no business to complain because you were the one that wanted something casual.

so you were fucked no matter what and folded anyway.

after he ate you out and made you forget all about your inner horrid feelings, you decided to repay the favor so you were between his legs on his bed sucking him off just how he liked.

his praise this time around had you feeling different, in a way made you shy and not want to look at him. so you closed your eyes, thinking it would help if you didn’t see him and that it wouldn’t bring the flashbacks of your heart being broken into little pieces from your friend telling you what she saw last night.

but yet his words now felt gentle, and for once in his life, loving. it was weird but nice. really nice.

you didn’t know what it was, just that your face felt like it was burning and your heart was fucking pounding. there was no way he knew but now it just brought up the question of why did it have to be casual?

why didn’t he wanna take you out to drinks to show you off to his friends? to kiss you in public like you were his? and even though he has you as a reliable booty call, why the fuck did he still feel the need to be kissing other girls?

you've dropped hints here and there, at times bringing your flirt game to extremes so he can figure it out himself but would apparently still be clueless.

if he wanted it to be something more he would’ve told you by now because some things he’s said makes it seem like he did. there was still a part of you that just had an inkling he might feel the same.

but although maybe you were just losing it since he literally kissed another girl last night.

the annoyance and jealousy quickly came back, pissing you off so badly and you couldn’t keep it in anymore. your eyes shot open and you pulled away from him, quickly sitting up and reaching over to put on his shirt to cover yourself while he looked at you confused and concerned, “why the fuck were you kissing another girl last night?”

he scoffed and shook his head in disbelief looking at your face to see if you were joking. he was quiet for a few seconds, absolutely shocked before finally speaking, “are you fucking serious?”

“eva dijo que te vió-“ (eva said she saw you-)

“es enserio…?” he says with the most dumbfounded look on his face, “please tell me you’re fucking with me.” (is this serious/real..?)

“me contó mal o que? ya dime para hacerme la idea de verdad.” you spat and cross your arms against your chest. (did she tell me wrong or what? tell me now so i can have the idea in mind for real)

you weren’t so sure what answer you wanted and knew you had no right to complain but still. this has been a situation for years now and even with all the arguments and the endless bickering, you've still stuck together and never swayed from each other.

until now.

“quieres hablar de esto ahora? ahorita mismo?” he asked and you scoffed, “cuando más?!” (you wanna talk about this now? like now, right at this moment?) (when else?!)

he tried his hardest not to laugh, knowing damn well if he did, you might just kill him.

he was shell shocked, and couldn’t believe this was actually happening. of all possible things he thought you’d be upset at or have to complain about that wasn’t even in his head as an option.

he never would’ve guessed that you knew otherwise he would have avoided sending a text in the first place.

“you’ve got me fucking speechless- i can’t believe this.” he mutters and you chuckle, "can say the same thing about you."

"don't do that-" he starts but you quickly interrupt, "don't do what?"

"you know what." he says calmly and you scoff.

there was a solid moment of silence for maybe a minute before finally he sighs and nods, “i’m gonna answer all your questions okay? but you have to let me finish.”

“fine.”

“no te contaron mal y ni te lo voy a negar.” he starts making you groan but he gives you a look before you could start to complain. (they didn’t tell you wrong and i’m not even going to deny it.)

“we kissed but that was it. maybe a couple times but it was only that.. okay maybe a couple caresses too but that was really it.” he explains and your heart starts beating faster with every passing word.

you give him a look and he sighs, unable to just not tell you the whole truth, “we flirted, i mean what was i suppose to do? you shouldn’t have an opinion on this given you practically cut me off yesterday..”

and before you could even begin to correct him, he just kept going,” and you know what, i got drunk because of you so if you think about it… this is your fault.”

you could only gasp then scoff before he immediately regretted it, shaking his head and coughing, “what i meant to say… that it was just one girl, and one is nothing. especially since it was just a couple kisses.”

“it doesn’t count as anything and truth be told, i couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he says, the last part making you gulp.

��just need you to know that you have me so fucked up in here.” he adds and points to his head.

“i have you fucked up?!!?!” you asked and he nodded.

“yesterday you went on another tangent that this is casual and i believe you said that nothing could change that so tell me, what the fuck changed?” he asked, sitting up and scooting towards you.

beyond annoyed, embarrassed, and lowkey ashamed, you were just about ready to do the walk of shame out of his apartment and drive your ass home. but he wasn’t going to let you.

there was determination in his eyes and you didn’t think you’d give him a confession in this point and time. let alone after being the one to always remind him it was nothing serious but yet it’s been serious.

at least it was on your end.

you’ve just been digging a hole to store those feelings in because after doing this with him for so long, you didn’t actually expect to gain something else for him that wasn’t purely sexual.

“i figured if i was the one to keep repeating this was as casual as can be then maybe…” you start then take a very deep breath before letting it out and looking away from him.

“then maybe i’d stop thinking of you in another way. or that i wouldn’t get excited when you’d text me or that i wouldn’t laugh at your stupid fucking jokes.” you explain, letting out a chuckle before continuing, “i just figured if i kept repeating the same thing over and over that i’d be able to convince myself that i didn’t like you. that this really is casual and that i haven’t lost it.”

you stopped and relaxed, taking slow breaths while you felt him scoot closer to you. you were already dreading this whole conversation and wish you could just fly away from your problems.

but unfortunately that wasn’t an option.

his hand went to your chin, gently bringing it up so you could look into his eyes. he had a stupid grin on his face while he just sighed and shook his head, “you’re too fucking stubborn.”

he moved his hands to your cheeks and brought your face to his, surprising you with a kiss while you gasped and quickly kissed him back. he smiled through the kiss, finding it to be sweet and freeing, given this was completely unplanned but not unwelcomed.

you quickly straddled him while he moved you both back so he could be closer to the pillows. your hands were already in his curls tugging on them while he slid his tongue into your mouth and his hands went down to your hips, making you grind against his hard on. you both moaned and you quickly ate it up, gliding your tongue against his while you grind against him bare.

his hands gripped your skin, somewhat tugging on his shirt wanting to take it off but you were making the kiss so hot and sloppy, he couldn’t be bothered to actually take it off you. he brought a hand down, moving his dick so you can slide on it better, knowing it won’t take too long before you get impatient.

but you weren’t, at all.

you were so caught up in the kiss that neither of you pulled away and didn’t feel the need to like you would any other day. hell, you never really kissed ever but after a confession like that, it felt right.

so you continued kissing him like your life depended on it while occasionally moaning into his mouth making him do the same.

meanwhile his hands were grabbing, and squeezing every part of your body.

up and down your back, on your thighs, squeezing your tits, pinching your nipples, smacking your ass. absolutely everything while you kept slowly grinding against his dick, leaving it all wet with your slick.

he was trying his hardest not to explode and just deal with the edging, as well as how warm and wet you were just because he couldn’t believe this was happening. he had to restrain himself, he didn’t want to waste a load that could easily be inside you.

you felt him twitching and your poor pussy was clenching, so you decided enough was enough and brought a hand down to his dick, lifting yourself up a bit and line his tip to your entrance.

he softly kissed you while you did so, just slowly lowering yourself down, taking him in and feeling him stretch you out. he tried his best to keep quiet but his head was mush and he was losing it.

once you bottomed out, he moaned in your mouth then pulled away, “fuck-“

you leaned your forhead against his and lifted your ass up just to slam down making him hiss, “eager huh?”

you chuckle and shrug, “maybe, may as well right?”

“seems you’re close anyway baby.” you tease making him playfully roll his eyes.

“some things never change huh?” he teases back and holds onto your hips, helping you come up.

he then makes you go down and you go back up again before he slams you down. you then do it all again but this time without stopping since you’d gotten enough practice to actually be able to ride him yourself.

he just very occasionally liked lending a helping hand or two.

and not just because he was greedy but also because he knew how much you love his touch. so it was to no surprise one hand was on your hip and the other came up front to squeeze one of your breasts.

you moved faster, wanting this to be a short ride so you could just lay in his arms afterwards and hear his own confession. at times he was a man of few words but tonight didn’t feel like one of those times.

especially not with how extra touchy feely and vocal he is.

it was like a miracle in disguise that you confessed, he was praising you like never before and even looking at you differently. in the best way imagineable too. maybe there was a chance he always has looked at you in a loving way or maybe it was just wishful thinking but it’s definitely the real deal now.

suddenly he grabs your head and you’re now looking over his shoulder, “your patience ran thin baby?” you whisper in his ear and he just grunts, “just hold on.”

you wrapped your arms around him and he did the same before he started thrusting into you making you jump and hold onto him tighter. he was fucking into you with ease, his thighs doing the work for him while you cried out into his shoulder.

your nails dug into his shoulder blade and back only motivating him to do it even faster. he was hitting your sweet spot so effortlessly and it was too good.

too good that you already felt your orgasm build up in your lower belly. you gasped and tried to control your moans but with his ruthless pace it was to no use and they blessed his ears anyway.

“baby i’m so close- fuck- it’s too much.” you whine making him let out a loud groan.

“it’s okay baby, i’ve got you. gonna cum so good for me, aren’t you pretty girl?” he murmurs amiing whimpers leave your mouth.

“i always take good care of you, don’t i?” he asked and you just hum, nodding.

you held onto him even tighter and lay your head on his shoulder as he thrusted harder into you. the sounds were even louder than before and him doing it like this made it feel ten times better just because he can hit your sweet spot deeper.

you closed your eyes shut as your orgasm hits your entire body, leaving you shaking and crying out while miguel spilled his load inside you also shaking. your body spasmed a bit and your walls entrapped miguel’s cock, making him groan and give one final thrust to ride out your highs.

you were both breathing heavily and holding onto each other while attempting to catch your breaths. miguel took deep breaths and laid down properly while you shifted around to get comfortable and lay your head on his chest.

he kissed the top of your head then your forehead and let out a sigh as he wrapped his arms around you gently. your eyes felt heavier by the second and the last thing you heard was him saying this was never casual for him before drifting off to sleep.

[swappermanent]

Freckles

Being a closeted trans guy isn’t easy for anyone these days. Trust me, I’ve got the scars—metaphorical ones, at least—to prove it. But when it comes to my family, the challenge isn’t what you might expect. They’re not exactly waving rainbow flags at every Pride parade, but they’re not storming drag shows with pitchforks either. They’re comfortably, frustratingly middle-of-the-road when it comes to identity politics. You know the type—“We support you as long as it’s not too inconvenient.”

So, no, the problem isn’t their politics. The problem is the Elber Family Reunion Swap.

Let me explain. Every summer, my grandparents rent this massive villa somewhere in the world—we’re talking infinity pools, tennis courts, and a “staff quarters” vibe. It’s fancy. During this week of forced family bonding, Grandpa Elber breaks out his magic for what he calls “the ultimate empathy exercise.”

Yeah, magic. Real magic. My grandpa is an actual wizard, and no, I don’t know why he isn’t out saving the world or something. He claims this is his legacy, his gift to the family. And the gift? A body swap. Each of us trades bodies with another family member for the week to “better understand” their perspective. Sounds wholesome in theory, right? Sure. Except it comes with rules.

The first rule: you can only swap with someone of the same gender. According to Grandpa, this is because “genders have different energies” or some other magical nonsense he uses to justify it. The second rule: while in someone else’s body, you must act like that person. It’s considered bad form—borderline taboo, even—to behave “out of character.” The goal is to fully immerse yourself and live as them for the week.

This is the part that fucking sucks for me.

Growing up, I naturally got shoved into the women’s group. It didn’t matter that my hair was short or that I always would hang out with my male cousins all the time. When swap week rolled around, I was guaranteed to end up in the most hyper-feminine body available. Cousin Leah, with her long curly hair and pastel sundresses. Aunt Beth, whose shoe collection was a stiletto-filled nightmare. Once, I even got swapped into Great Aunt Carol, whose hobbies include flower arranging and oversharing about her cats.

It was torture. Absolute, unfiltered dysphoria. Butvery year, I’d smile through gritted teeth as relatives gushed about “seeing life from a different perspective,” counting the minutes until I could escape back to my flawed, but familiar, body.

But this year was different.

Nine months ago, I started taking T and told my family I wanted to use he/him pronouns. While their reactions ranged from awkward to mildly confused, they mostly rolled with it. And over time, my voice got deeper voice, the angles of my face sharpened a bit, and I started carrying myself more like a guy. Sure, I wasn’t "there" yet, whatever that meant: I hadn’t had top surgery, and my voice still cracked when I tried to lower it too much. But for this year’s reunion, I was cautiously optimistic that there was a chance—however slim—that I might finally swap with a guy.

The thought alone made my pulse race. Grandpa said he had no idea what would happen, that the magic would sort itself out. But if it worked—if the spell actually recognized who I was, not who I’d been forced to be—it would be life-changing. For once, I might not have to endure a week of floral prints and makeup. For once, I might get to experience a body that offered a glimpse into my future as a man.

---

On the evening of the swap, the family gathered in the villa’s massive living room, the air thick with incense from whatever mystical preparation Grandpa had cooked up. I sat cross-legged on the floor, trying not to look too eager. Across the room, Uncle Marco—rugged, broad-shouldered, and looking like he belonged on the cover of Men’s Health—was chatting with Cousin Dylan, who somehow made even a hoodie and jeans look effortlessly cool. If the magic did swap me with a guy, I hoped for one of them.

Grandpa raised his hands, muttered something in an unrecognizable language, and completed the spell. A wave of dizziness hit me like a truck, and everything went dark.

When I came to, the world felt... different.

Looking down, I saw strong, freckled arms with pale skin peppered by coppery freckles. The faint lines of veins ran beneath the surface, threading down to hands that felt capable, solid, real. My breath quickened. A quick glance at the mirror across the room confirmed what I already realized: I was in Theo’s body.

Theo. My cousin Theo was the only other openly gay member of our family. He was always unapologetically himself, and—if I was being honest—so effortlessly masculine it made my chest ache.

I tried not to stare too long in the mirror across the room—tried not to make it obvious—but I couldn’t help but take in the details. My hands shifted tentatively, brushing over the flat expanse of his chest. I could feel the firm definition of his pecs under my fingertips, the strength that lay just beneath the skin. A shiver ran through me as I slid my hands up to his shoulders, savoring the way they tapered down to his arms. My fingers traced his biceps, squeezing lightly, marveling at the power there.

My throat tightened as I flexed one arm, watching the muscle shift and ripple under the skin. For the first time in my life, I looked at a reflection that didn’t feel foreign. This was it. This was who I was supposed to be.

I feel a stirring in my pants, an undeniable reaction to the overwhelming experience of feeling up my own muscles. For the first time in my life, I have a dick. Hesitantly, I let my hand drift lower, subtly pressing against the fabric of Theo’s jeans. The weight of it, the reality of it, is electric.

Across the room, Grandpa—now in Dylan’s body—continues explaining the rules of the swap. His deep voice fills the air, and I catch myself half-listening. My attention flickers to Dylan’s slumped form, unlucky enough to be swapped with Grandpa for the third year in a row. Poor guy. I thought the swaps were supposed to be random, but maybe Grandpa has a knack for landing in his sexy body every summer.

I glance over at my former body. Dysphoria is etched into his—my—features. Theo’s jaw is tight, his hands clutching at my chest as if trying to make sense of the reality he’s been thrown into. It hits like a punch to the gut. I know that feeling all too well, and it sucks to see it written so clearly on my face. Worse still, it’s a stark reminder that I don’t fully look like a guy yet. Not the way I want to.

Grandpa’s voice booms as he finishes his speech. “Let’s all have a fun week!” he declares, his tone lighthearted but commanding.

I turn back to the mirror, drawn to my reflection like a magnet. My smirk curls naturally, unbidden. For once, the face looking back at me feels real, tangible, mine. And damn, does it feel good. Fuck I hope this week never ends

[calicocita]

KAMO CHOSO: ❝ MORAL SUPPORT. ❞

choso would never openly admit that his biggest fantasy was having you as his under the desk support while he's gaming.

what your boyfriend didn't know is that you had to control yourself from begging him to let you give him head every time you saw him playing his stupid little video games.

at least not until you reached your fucking limit.

if you didn't know your boyfriend well, you would think he was teasing you. by the way he spread his legs across the chair, or the way he groaned at the monitor, throwing his arms around the headrest.

and it really didn't help that he the only thing he was wearing was his matching pair of hello kitty sweatpants he'd gotten for you two.

"sorry, baby, just finishing up this round," choso said as he you got crawled out of his bed and walked towards him. he didn't look at you, maybe if he did he would've known what was coming.

"don't worry, cho, i just wanted to show you my support," you purred into your boyfriend's ear, dragging your nails (that he paid for) down his neck, making his whole body shiver.

you continued to drag your nails down his arms, his naked torso, as you placed yourself between his legs, under the tight space under his desk. choso's eyes followed your every movement like he could not believe what was happening. the clicking sound coming from his keyboard grew more and more sporadic.

"what are you—argh," choso quickly covered the microphone on his headset, just in time to muffle his whimpering voice as you brought your tongue to his abdomen, making your way down his happy trail. "baby, i-i'm on a call with the—ngh—the boys."

"then we better be quiet, huh?" you replied, before placing your parted lips on top of his bulge. choso bucked his hips at the slight touch, making you giggle. even through his sweatpants, you could feel how hard and ready he was for you, even though you had barely touched him. so cute. "can you be good for me, hm?"

he couldn't take his eyes off of you, completely mesmerized. his mic was still covered but you could hear his friends' voice coming from his headset.

"bro, you still there?"

"are we still playing?"

"the fuck, choso?!"

"y-yeah, 'm here," choso finally replied, doing his best to ignore the fact that the hottest woman alive was making his biggest fantasy come true at that very moment.

you stared at him through your lashes. he looked so damned adorable when he was concentrated like that. the sound of clicking coming from his keyboard and mouse was relentless—it made you wonder if that had anything to do with how dexterous he was at making you feel good with his hands.

you pulled the band of his sweatpants down, releasing his cock, which spun freely to your face. you felt choso choke as you grabbed him, slowly starting to pump his cock, eyeing it like it was a piece of candy. you looked up at your boyfriend, hungry eyes meeting his half lidded gaze and flushed cheeks. you could see how hard he was trying not to moan for you, sucking his breath through gritted teeth, trembling under your touch.

you made sure to not break eye contact as you took him in your mouth, letting out a moan from deep in your throat. choso could swear that his heart stopped for a second.

"you good, choso?" you recognized yuji's voice.

"y-yeah, all good." choso managed to reply before muting.

he looked down at you, his beautiful girlfriend, loudly slurping on his cock, barely containing your moans. he watched you as you popped his cock out of your mouth like a lollipop, just to suck on his balls, pumping his cock with your hand, while you layed your face on his thigh, staring up at him.

"so good f-for me, cho," you hiccuped mid sentence, you sounded so cock drunk and looked so fucked out that choso almost came right there.

he couldn't take it anymore.

choso could barely hear his friends yelling at him for leaving the round, he couldn't care less. he lowered his headset before grabbing you by your hair, desperately fucking your mouth. the perfect gagging noises you made blurred his mind, till all he could think about was how fucking perfect you looked with your pretty face stuffed with his cock.

he held your head in place as he came undone and watched you swallow every drop of his cum before collapsing on his chair, audibly whimpering. choso ran his fingers languidly through your hair as you licked him clean.

"thank you, baby. i love you so much," he mumbled before pulling you in for a kiss.

[pintrestgrl]

write more about roxy getting jealous of some girl eyeing rafe at a party, what happens. I want details of the angst and smut please and thank you

RAFE ‘ND ROXY 💫

hi so i actually hate how i wrote in this but we live laugh n love

roxy n rafe weren’t together. as of now, if you asked them a week ago the answer would have been different. they were currently, in the off stage of their off n on relationship. however, there was a party tonight.

neither roxy nor rafe ever missed a party. usually they would go together, really. but tonight they weren’t together. it wasn’t gonna be like that. but, they both still got ready n went. it was a pool party, a kook one.

roxy was praying that rafe wouldn’t show up. that he would be too upset at home about her, too high to even function. however, pulling into the function, he was the first thing she saw. she rolled her eyes, takin another hit off the passed around blunt in the car.

she was pissed. she didn’t wanna see him. she wanted to get drunk, n forget about the breakup. so, that’s exactly what she attempted to do. she sat by the pool, takin shot after shot of patron. frankly, she wouldn’t mind a good fuck too.

but everybody knew not to talk to roxy if rafe was there. not if they didn’t want to get kicked out n a hit out on them. roxy was probably 6 shots deep when she observed the party around them. most were out of the water, playin beer pong or smoking.

however, her eyes unwillingly landed directly on rafe. again. then, slowly moved down to look at the bitch standing right in front of him. she scrunched her face up in disgust, looking the girl up and down. she wasn’t cute, far from it. her tracks were showing, n she looked like a 2 dollar whore. if she was just a lil bit drunker, she’d probably hit her.

she watched them closely, tensing up the minute she touched his chest. she raised her brows, not even believing what she saw. she snorted to herself, she knew what rafe was doing. he probably flirted with her first to be petty. she downed another shot, chasing it with a lime before standing up.

she made her way over there, standing to the side of rafe with a smug smile on her face. one that looked genuinely amused at his attempt to make her jealous. rafe looked at her, obviously irritated. she gave him a look, obviously testing him. to see what would do. however, she knew deep down exactly who he’d pick.

he sucked his teeth, looking roxy up and down before nodding his head. he followed her into the party, her takin him to a bedroom found in the large house. he shut the door behind them, the music muffling.

she turned around, looking at him before planting a harsh slap to his cheek. “you fuckin’ stupid, rafe? you just embarrassed me in front of that whole party.” he rolled his eyes. he knew what she meant.

everyone knew him and roxy were like this. so for him to talk to another girl at that party? he made her look stupid. “i didn’t do shit. she came up to me.” she laughed, he was seriously comical. “no she didn’t, you dumb fuck. you’re so annoying.” he took a breath at her words.

“can you just shut up? you’re overreacting, rox. seriously.” she raised her brows, rolling her eyes. “no. rafe, i seriously fuckin’ hate you. everything about you.” her words registered in his mind, and he didn’t think before grabbin the back of her head n planting a wet kiss on her lips.

she tried to push him off her, before he held her wrists together infront of her. he picked her up n carried her to the bed in the room, while planting kisses down her throat. he laid her down, trailing his kisses to her tummy.

she sucked in a breath. “rafe— stop. i fucking hate you— ohhh, fuck.” he planted a kiss on her bikini covered clit, moving it to the side to lick a long stripe up her slit. she was truly upset with him, really. however, she was also truly horny.

he sucked her clit into his mouth for a minute, releasing it harshly. he prompted a serious of moans from her, before she spoke. “i’m so done with you, deadass. fuck you.”

he nodded against her folds— he was so used to those words. the same ones he’s heard so many times from her lips. he moved his body upwards, crawling on top of her. he untied the bikini top adorning her skin, hands planting on her tits.

“quit, just fuckin— god, just hurry the fuck up nd put it in already.” she moaned, watching as he grinned n unbuckled his belt. “thought you ‘fuckin’ hated me’, huh? now you want it?” she slapped him again, as he pushed inside of her, both of them letting out a moan.

he thrusted in n out of her, before speaking. “i hate you too, y’know that? you’re so fuckin— god, insufferable. i fuckin’ hate you.” she ignored his words back, wrapping her legs around his waist. she moaned, his head hanging by her ear.

“nnmph— i’m gonna cum, ray. fuck, right there.” she whimpered, his tip hitting her cervix repeatedly. he nodded. “yeah, i know, rox. i know.” he grunted, before cumming in her as she came, the fluids combining.

he stopped his movements, staying inside of her— sweaty, sticky skin becoming one. labored breathing filled up the room, as he moved his position next to her. she swallowed, glancing at the figure next to her.

“that girl wasn’t even cute.” she spoke, gauging his reaction. he nodded, rolling his eyes. “yeah. i know that, roxianna.” she sat up, leaning back on her hands. she got off the bed, him watching her. she tied her bikini back on, slippin her sandals on too.

“this doesn’t fuckin’ mean we’re back together, rafe. just— stop talking to those random, slutty ass girls.” he nodded. he looked disappointed, that she left so fast. maybe a part of him that didn’t find her so annoying felt like that.

she looked him up and down once more. “i still fuckin’ hate you, cameron.” she spoke, before turning around n leaving the room. and maybe she did, really. but that didn’t make a difference.

she’d still go back to him every single time. so this game, of seeing who can do and say the worst to eachother didn’t matter. they both would somehow end up in eachothers beds again.

n she would always find her way back.

[callofd0ty]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Anastasia Romana (OC) NSFW

TW:

NSFW. Minors do not interact

Mention of drugs

Talk about being a prostitute

Anastasia had been led in bed, almost passed out when she’d gotten a call off none other than Simon Riley.

He happened to be her favourite customer, the one man she looked forward to servicing. He was a normal guy really, had the energy of a middle aged white man despite only being in his early thirties.

She knew he was in the military however due to secrecy, she had no clue what branch he was in. She didn’t push or question either. Just did her job, took her money and went home.

She’d arrived at his place around midnight, why he’d called her late at night was beyond her but she didn’t mind. As long as she still got paid.

He’d opened the door, wearing a grey top that showed his muscles straining…it was clearly a tight fit.

She made her way inside when invited, Simon wasted no time pressing his lips to hers instantly. He was eager to get going. Anastasia however, pulled away and raised a hand

“Money first” Anastasia said. Simon just nodded and shoved a crumpled stack of bills in her pocket before kissing her again, his large hands finding her waist and pulling her closer to him. His lips moved from hers and down to her neck, sucking a hickey into the sensitive flesh, his hands began wondering, inching closer to her thighs. Anastasia gasped, her already sensitive body shaking as she reached to take his shirt off, her bony hands running down his chest and towards his crotch, where she was desperate to free his hard cock.

“On your knees love”

Simon breathed, pushing Anastasia down so she was face level with his crotch

“Open up” He pulled his cock free, letting his boxers drop to the floor. Anastasia opened her mouth, letting Simon push his dick into her mouth, she wrapped her mouth around it, sucking hard since she knew Simon didn’t like teasing. She hollowed her cheeks out, moaning around his length as she sucked and licked. Which caused instant pleasurable vibrations for Simon.

Simon started thrusting into her mouth, his hands tangling in her curly brown hair.

He only lasted a few more minutes, thrusting frantically into her mouth until without warning he shot sticky hot cum down her throat.

Anastasia pulled off him and wiped her mouth before standing up.

Simon clearly wanted a quick fuck, because all he did was bend her over the couch, ask her if she was okay and that this was okay before shoving his cock inside her cunt.

He thrusted in and out, slowly at first before getting faster, his hands gripping her hips punishingly. His cock moved in and out of her cunt at lighting speed, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and moans filling the room.

Simon soon draped himself over her back, letting out a guttural moan as he came inside her.

He pulled out of her, catching his breath as he pulled his boxers back up and wiped some sweat from his forehead.

Anastasia stayed bent over the couch for a little bit before standing back up and putting her clothes back on.

She didn’t say anything to Simon at first, they never really spoke after their sessions.

“Doing much after this?”

Simon asked awkwardly

“Drugs probably.”

Anastasia said bluntly, smoothing her hair out before checking she had the money Simon gave her. She cast a lingering glance at Simon, her blue eyes searching his before she smiled.

Simon smiled back before turning away

“Bye Anastasia. Til I call again.”

[illmetkismet]

wowowow finished the second season of shadow and bone and i'm soooooo mad about the weird fucking ableist nosedive inej and kaz's relationship took. this show spent so much time establishing how much they care for each other, and when kaz finally manages to bring himself to tell inej that he wants her to stay with him she's like, 'ok but if you can't fuck me because you are riddled with trauma then i don't want you tho???' true love. super cool.

and like i get it, sex and physical touch are a huge part of relationships and intimacy, but i am begging on my hands and knees to please handle this delicate subject with some modicum of care and respect if you're gonna depict it. within the span of like 2 minutes of screen time inej tears into kaz for something that's so painful and humiliating and isolating to him. nothing like someone you love and trust turning around and telling you that actually you can fuck off if you won't magically will away your trauma/disability for their sake.

HOWEVER i know in my heart of hearts that inej wouldn't do this. it's just bad, lazy writing. actually, when kaz says, 'stay with me, i want you,' inej would not do what they had her do on the show. i absolutely know she'd be like, 'awesome, sweet, hell yeah!' and would sew them both full coverage leather gimp suits or whatever. they'd kiss through plastic wrap 'pushing daisies' style. hell if she really was actually like, 'i need sex tho,' i know they'd work out some kind of arrangement where she brings hot ppl home and kaz watches them fuck and they both get off on that.

and i definitely know that the devout and devoted inej we come to know throughout the show would never be such a cruel motherfucker as to CARESS KAZ'S GLOVED HAND and then look him dead in the eye and ask, 'and how will you have me?' followed by gut punch after gut punch about all the ways in which his PAIN AND SUFFERING impedes on her ability to fuck him raw.

the show was so weak for taking an easy, boring, and fucked up way out of a situation that could have been such an empowering and refreshing take on disability and intimacy. and they went to such length to be like, 'kaz is disabled but that doesn't stop him from being a badass!' cool. cool cool cool. but wait actually he's not allowed to work through his trauma -- sorry! 'armour'! cause he's choosing to put on his crippling disgust with bodily contact! yeah that's how it works! -- on his own terms and actually booooooo forever alone time for kaz cause he can't fuck!!!! ugh. blech. yuuuuuuck i hate it.

[hana-bobo-finch]

a strange trend in my favorite characters I realize is that I tend to heavily gravitate toward somewhat obscure, antagonistic forces

[orcelito]

Ykno the suckiest thing about being broken up with for someone else is that like. Well I'm doing generally fine, all things considered, but I Am kinda sad thinking about the things I've lost and all the casual affection that I can't have now.

But she's out there having all the affection she wants from her coworker, and it's just like. Damn this feels so skewed and SO unfair.

[pepprs]

feeling despair i don’t know how to put into words. im trying to figure out why im like this and how i got to be this way but i can’t even do it bc of the way i am and what im like. if that makes sense. like the problem prevents me from fixing the problem bc i can’t get to the root of it. despair despair despair

[the-witch-of-woods-beyond]

my favourite headcanon for glass sorenson is that she came down with farm station and watched them murder luke right in front of her eyes (or kidnap him or something cause i love tragic lovers but she deserves to be happy) and so she’s one of the first people to join pike’s militia and turn vengeful, and her best friend wells (he lives too cause this is my canon now) is trying to get through to her but she won’t hear it cause all she wants is justice and to get her oldest friend clarke griffin out of polis and away from harm (they’re friends too fight me on this i dare you)

(also sorry about the tags i didn’t know i had that rant in me 😭😭)

[arolesbianism]

Yet another beautiful day to have the Maxwel tag blocked (can't see half of the posts in the Wendy tags)

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

):

[fappellmoan]

be so serious with me. do you think that shared trauma caused by interdimensional violence and death and government conspiracies and survivor’s guilt would seriously be outweighed by a petty high school breakup.

[maximus-gluteus]

nothing to see here

[cinematicnomad]

You probably already tried that but just in case..., have you tried to put yourself in private in the parameters (as in, not being able to be found when people write your name in the search bar) ? I know that for some people it had worked to stay like that for a few days when they had lots of bot followers like you do. Worth the try I guess. Good luck!

ah ty anon. i haven't done this yet mainly bc i post gifs and when i had my blog set to private/non-searchable, my gifsets did not show up in the tags. that was a few years ago so it's possible that's not an issue anymore but i'm wary for that reason. if i weren't posting gifsets literally every day i'd probably go that route.

for now, i've been tracking these spam bots and reporting all of them so that i could send this information to support staff (which i just did this evening!). i didn't want to send a generic report without any metrics to back it up bc i didn't want them to brush it off as a non-issue. but 900+ spam followers in 10 days is frankly absurd and hopefully they can't ignore it.

thanks for the suggestion!! if tumblr staff doesn't come back with a plan or some other suggestion, i'll probably resort to this.

[bingotime]

sad. bitter realization that i am still haunted by people of the past, got recc'd a show a guy i knew really liked and would recommend to me. and i figured i would at some point, but now even the thought makes me irrationally. something. unsure. uncomfortable? bitter? upset? overwhelmed maybe. i want to watch it, but i can't really tear two and two apart. just feels like a punch to the face