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❣️ blk and 22 ('03)
❣️atiny
❣️one piece
❣️Avatar (James Cameron)
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Original Stories
📰001 Alone With You
synopsis: it's smut. not the first one i've ever written but the first one i've ever posted. not sure if it's good or bad, i don't wanna look cus i wanna leave it up, lmao. i want my tumblr blog to have my own stories on it as well so here it is.
📰 Printing...
Recs & Reblogs
here lists of reblogs my fav stories. I think all of them are smut, mind your business, thanks.💀
recs & reblogs I
recs & reblogs II
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look at that rating drop!! we were still at 4.3 stars just hours ago. may it continue to go down until Infold gets their shit together. if they get it together.
when my aurum pass is up, i think im gonna uninstall (other phone).
been crying a lot, lmaaaaooothisfuckinsucksoooo. even fucked up my sleep schedule after working so hard to try to fix it.😭 just got through ugly crying lol
And as an almost f2p player who mains Sylus but deeply loves all our LADS boys, seeing Caleb and Sylus girlies celebrating Valko being cancelled made me a lil sad, ngl.💔💔 it's not all of them but it still sucked to see.
The bedroom was painfully quiet. Not because there wasn't any sound. There was, The soft zip of a duffel bag. The rustle of neatly folded clothes. The faint clink of metal as chargers, keys, and other necessities disappeared one by one into carefully packed luggages. But because the silence between the two of you was deafening.
You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt. Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.
But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.
Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.
He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.
He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.
"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."
Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."
Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."
His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."
And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2026°
: i made this and uploaded this before caleb fiance 3 (its almost done but i couldn't stop crying and crashing out so i couldn't just focus on it and need to lock in aka. Vent out my feelings) I AM SO FUCKIBG SAD AHHHHH
i have one main (f2p), but in my heart i main them all. i love all of our boys sooo much
i was apprehensive about getting a new li so soon because of all the the ongoing problems infold already has going on but i never felt it was Valkos fault. he grew on me very fast, i was excited to meet him and now he's gone. he didn't even really get a chance💔
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; Headcanons on how I view San as a step brother.
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; Stepbro!San x Fem!Reader.
☆ — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 290. ☆ — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : Smut — DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. ☆ — 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : Porn is mentioned, masturbation (m!rec), kissing, petnames, hair pulling, ass smacking, dry humping, fingering (f!rec), doggy style implied, piv, a headlock, and a creampie.
♡ — 𝐕𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ; @kissmatz @eggielix @miisanthropology @liaaaafixofff @chanscappuccino @eunseoksgirl @threepointstogryffindor @fixon-min @groovyravenagain @matznana @smuttaburger send a ask to be added or removed!
Stepbrother!san who started out watching porn, basic porn until he discovered stepsiblings, and now he can’t even get hard without it.
Stepbrother!san who catches himself looking you a little too long for his own comfort.
Stepbrother!san who finally gives into his own fantasies, letting his mind drift to you while he jerks off. Cumming almost instantly.
Stepbrother!san who can’t even sit across from you at dinner anymore without feeling pent up, getting irritated more easily.
Stepbrother!san who on a random tuesday asks if you want to go out to dinner with him for ‘sibling bonding’ time.
Stepbrother!san who before he can even hesitate, or give you time to back out. He crushes his lips to yours, pushing you back against the car door.
— “Come on, pretty.” “Dad is literally right there…” “I’ll be quiet.”
Stepbrother!san who likes to call you ‘my little secret’ as a term of twisted endearment.
Stepbrother!san who comes into your room whenever he wants to, giving you one sharp smack on your ass before dropping his entire weight on you. Not doing anything, simply letting you feel his bulge.
Stepbrother!san who gets bored while you’re scrolling on your phone, grabbing a hand full of your hair while grinding himself against your ass.
Stepbrother!san who pulls your panties to the side to slip two fingers in without a warning, groaning from feeling you clench around them.
Stepbrother!san who rubs his length along your slit, collecting your wetness and to torture himself before allowing himself to slip it in. Rolling his eyes back when he’s balls deep, giving you a moment to adjust to the intrusion before giving hard, deep, sloppy strokes.
Stepbrother!san who puts you in a headlock right before his hips stutter, cumming inside you.
I gotta get this off my chest and your page felt like the perfect place to say it. Writers like you are ruining fandom spaces, for real. Every time I open this app it’s the exact same setup. Another smut fic pulling thousands of notes while actual storytelling gets completely buried under a mountain of shitty writing, and before your little friends come running to tell you how "talented" you are, let’s keep it a stack for two seconds. What are they even hyping up?
Your whole style is just throwing a handful of cocks and cunts into a paragraph and calling it good writing. I genuinely do not get how people keep gassing you up like you’re doing something incredible. Anybody can write smut to get a quick reaction from people looking for instant gratification. That don't make it good or meaningful and it definitely don’t mean it’s well written. Meanwhile, smaller writers like me are out here spending months building tension, developing characters, and crafting plots that actually go somewhere, and nobody gives a damn. Why? Because readers would rather consume the same recycled shit over and over again instead of supporting people putting real effort into their writing. It’s the exact same thing that happens in the JJK fandom.
The laziest content gets the most rewards while people with actual talent get pushed to the side and your page is a good example of that. Have you ever actually looked at your notes? People just leave a compliment and keep it moving. They just scream, bark, and beg for more smut because at the end of the day, that’s all they're there for. THE PRAISE ISN'T FOR YOUR WRITING, ITS FOR THE CONTENT.
You deactivated before and you should’ve stayed gone. The space would’ve survived just fine without another account like yours and while we're at it, every other big name smut writer in LADS, JJK, and whatever other fandom doing this exact same setup needs to pack it up too. Leave some room for artists who actually care about the story instead of chasing validation from the easiest audience possible.
Keep collecting your little compliments if you want to just don’t mistake them for proof that you're actually nice with the pen.
Damn! Babe who hurt you? Did a smut writer personally ruin your life? there is no way you’re this mad over some fictional characters having sex 🤦🏻♀️
you anonymous bitches, losers, if you will– y'all are miserable asf!!! are you not embarrassed?? ofc not, ur anonymous🙄 who was i kidding?
anyway, speaking generally
whether you like it or not, there's room on the internet for everyone. people are gonna read what they want for whatever reason that they read it and there isn't really anything you can do about it.
your writing isn't automatically better or more valid because you don't write smut. ive never seen anyone with their head this far up their own ass.
(given ur attitude, maybe you don't get the engagement you want because you suck!)
Caleb who calls you right when you’ve got yourself “situated”,- er- aka; you’ve got two of your fingers slotted in your cunt.
cw: 18+ mdni, pseudocest, phone sèx, Caleb talks you through it, kinda lovey dovey, DAA!Caleb, pet names (kid, meimei, pipsqueak, babe/baby), Gege used.
You’ve been horny since Caleb got called away two months ago.
And you were okay that first month, occupying your time with work, going out with friends, but it only makes you burn more when you’re alone. Scrolling through old pictures, the ones at the beach and the ones you’ve got with him sleeping on the couch, shirtless so you can see his toned muscles, in sweatpants that hung too low you could see the veins going further south—
Shit, your phone fell out your hand in an attempt to focus, nipples painfully hard as you slowly start to pump them in and out of you. One finger wasn’t enough, you don’t even know if two will be enough—
Caleb’s fingers are more slender, long and rough from the work he does, they’d be able to reach higher inside you, stretch yourself out completely- just the thought alone makes you whine, huffing as you try to do what Caleb would do, but then your phone rings, that oh-so particularly hello Kitty theme emitting from your phone, ‘Cayyy🍎🫀’ flashing on your phone.
You groan, putting your phone to your ear and sliding the green button, “H-Hello?”
“Hey Pips, glad ‘m finally getting a hold of you! I’m sorry it’s been a while since I called, it’s been pretty busy.”
Your walls clench around your fingers, god you’ve become some needy pervert. Getting more turned on but his deep voice, the sounds of planes taking off in the distance. Your breath hitches, holding your phone with your shoulder and continuing the movements with your fingers slowly, “I know Caleb, I know- fuck- I know how it goes.”
Caleb, shifts in his seat, hearing the rustling from yout end, “you okay pipsqueak?”
No, no not at all, not with the pace, you decide to pick it up a bit, your slick coating you fingers as you grind into your own hand, you swallow, “Y-yeah, I’m just fine- hm! just fine.”
But it’s so easy for Caleb to hear the little moans and keens coming from you, he can read you like a book I’m even when he’s not there. Knows how you get all needy and desperate trying to hold back because he’s asked you to. But you need a nut once or twice when he’s gone for too long. You’re so adorable, so hot.
The ends of Caleb’s lips curl upward, leaning against the wall watching his airplanes take off on the tarmac. His co-workers laughing not too far away. There’s a rustle on your end, a whiny moan you let out in your ear, “Aht aht ahh pretty girl, you’re rushin it. Take your time.”
You hesitate, fearing he’s already heard you getting off your his voice, “Caleb-“
“—Baby,” his voice drops just a second, almost as if he’s right in front of you, “takem out,” and Caleb listens for it, the sloppy wet sound of your pussy squealing as you slowly drawl them out out of your soppying hole, “Now put them back in. Don’t rush this time.”
You hiccup, slowly putting your fingers back in, as deep as you can. “Good girl baby,” you moan at his words, Caleb shifts on his feet, arm crossing over his chest as he focuses on you. “Now tell me, what were you imagining about your Gege?”
You know you’re caught, “Sorry.”
“You’re not.” He chuckles lightly.
Not at all, not when he’s already got you feeling like this from miles away. “But my question kid, need the answer.”
You swallow the spit in your mouth, slowly thrusting digits inside you, “Just- imagined you here.”
“Mhm.” He eggs you on.
“With me, o-on top of me. And how you use you stretch me out a-and make me cum with your fingers.” Your breath hitches, nipples growing hard as you grind against your hand.
“But two fingers like that won’t work, will it? You poor thing, need three to match the size of mine right?” Caleb condescendingly coos, making you mewl, dipping another finger in your tight pussy.
Your face hides into the pillow, shuddering, imagining his long fingers, he he stretched you out, “ ‘S big Cay.”
“Aren’t they? Make sure they’re all coated with you, clenching around my fingers all desperate. Make sure I can reach that spot- curl your fingers for me.”
Your bottom lips juts out, you whine, “Can’t- gege, I can’t-“
“-Try again meimei, you got it. Move your fingers faster, higher.” And you do, hooking your fingers and lifting your hips higher to take more. Giving yourself stroke after stroke with your fingers. Loud moans and keens erupting out of you and into Caleb’s ear. His jaw clenching trying to control himself, cock growing hard in his uniform.
“So good for me pips, pussy so messy, probably soaked my hand by now huh? Make me suck it all up ‘nd make my lips all pretty. You love that right pips? My hands all over you, holding you, letting you choke me out with your pretty thighs.”
Before you can blubber out a stupid and lustful reply, you hear Caleb’s co worker that makes you but your lip hard enough to draw blood. They tease him and he rolls his eyes, that perfect modelesc smile on his face that doesn’t reach his eyes properly. deciding to fake a civil conversation for them. Play house like you used to as kids, you his pretty wife while he plays the husband. You calling your husband who’s far away, and throbbing for him. You don’t stop pumping your fingers, using your ofher hand to start big circles around your pulsing bud with the pads of your fingers.
“Just talking to my favorite girl on the planet, isn’t that right honey?”
Your lips fall open, hips stuttering, you keen, “Caleb! Fu- mmph!-“
Caleb smirks, laughing to himself, “What was that honey?” He pauses, waiting for another loud moan only he could hear. But it comes out muffled, he rasps, “Baaaabe? Baaaabe?”
You cum with a gasp, walls fluttering as you cum hard around your fingers.
“Oh, there she is!” He says knowingly, hearing the pretty moans you let out as you cum down from you high, “Yeah, I miss you much honey.”
“I- I miss you too Cay.” You speak so softly, pulling your wet fingers out of your sticky cunt.
There’s a groan from Caleb, his co-workers finally walking away. “God I can’t wait to see you pips, I’ll be home in two weeks. Promise I won’t be long.”
You pout, curling up on the bed, “Okay.”
And Caleb pauses, his own heart panging! at the sadness in your voice, he runs his fingers through his hair, “I’m really sorry jiejie, I’ll be back before you know it. Okay? I mean it…. Be good for me.”
“I always am.” You sigh.
“‘F course… love you.”
“Love you too.”
It take you both a second to hang up the phone, getting every second you can out of each other even if it’s just the sound of the other one breathing. But as soon as the call ends, you groan into your pillow in annoyance.
The call and cumming once only made you miss him more.
a/n: fun? I think so!! writing half of this out of pure annoyance? Well yes!!
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