Me Looking At Myself In The Mirror And Seeing All The Shit That Still Needs To Come Off Of My Face At

Ope

When I'm depressed but still caked up

golden kamuy shitposts i made lmao

mmm yes perfectly normal!

I can be shaped by more than the things that hurt me

Idk there's something really sweet to me about fix-it writers. Like, me and you- maybe we couldnt make it this time, but in another universe, a million people saw the pain of our story and are writing us a happy ending, giving us the chance we never had

Twice Is Too Slept On And Not Enough Slept With: Part 2

WC: 921

CW: dirty talk, oral sex, vaginal sex, MMF, Twice x Reader x Twice’s Double, praise kink.

Jin doesn’t always take you like he would a lover. 

Tonight, he fucks you like he means it. 

He starts off with pistoning his fingers within your sopping cunt, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit as he mouths at the dusky peaks of your nipples.

“More,” you mewl, huffy whines catapulted to the ceiling. 

“Greedy girl, aren’t you?” His stubble grazes your clavicle while he speaks into the salty warmth of your skin. “You want more, princess? I’ll fuckin’ give you more.”

A duplicate is separated from him, and you shiver, the thick head of his cock beginning to breach your entrance. You’re speared on his length, struggling to take the girth as another is prodding against your mouth. You comply with lust-heavy eyes, glassy and half-lidded, your tongue lolling out to receive him between your lips. You become putty for him. Limp and lax upon the bed, encouraging the Jin who’s thrusting into the slick at your center to angle you just right, to mold you until he can work your pliant body.

His double shoves his cock down to the hilt, spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth, his grip firm on either side of your jaw to ensure you’re taking him the way he wants. A damn near shameful whimper is the only thing that betrays the composure he’s holding onto, slinking from his chest as you run the flat of your tongue across his pulsing shaft. You can tell he’s starting to crack. His hips are stuttering, legs shaking, eyes twitched up when you hum against him. 

“This enough for you? Hmm?” His voice gravels an octave lower, the slightest quiver held within it.

Another pair of hands paw eagerly at your form, slamming you by the hips so that he can pound into your messy cunt, the tip of him dragging along a soft ledge deep inside of you. 

“Don’t worry about answerin’, princess. I can feel how wet you are. Ngh, such a wet, tight little pussy you’re lettin’ me fuck,” he shudders as you clamp around him. 

A strained whine is bitten back, “Gonna cum in this pretty mouth. Gonna—hah—oh, f-fuck.” The phrase lilts towards the end, breathy and heady, melting into a climbing groan as he spills his release onto your tongue. 

You look him directly in the eyes, his palm resting at the back of your head, and you swallow him as far back as you can manage, relishing in the way he sputters broken little phrases, so bliss-drunk and spent. 

“That’s right. Good girl, takin’ what we give you,” his praise is strained, a fire lit under him when he sees his cock pulled from your lips. 

You give a delighted whimper as Jin repositions you into his lap, rotating your back to his chest and spreading your pussy apart for better access to the unbearable ache at your clit. He gives the throbbing bud a few delicate swipes of his thumb, breath hot at the crook of your neck, his hips beginning to pick up the pace once more. 

“You gonna cum if I keep playing with you like this?” He asks teasingly, though the fog settling atop his eyes says he isn’t far behind. 

You nod zealously, “Uh-huh. ‘M so close.”

“Fuck, I know you are, baby,” his nails dig into the plush of your hips, free hand still working you in tandem. “It’d be a shame not to have it on my cock and my tongue, though.”

He nudges your legs further apart, the double’s hand replacing his, now kneeling in front of you as Jin holds you steady in his lap and ruthlessly pounds into your cunt. 

“Got such a cute little clit,” he laps your swollen sex in one long stroke. “Let’s see how quick we can get you off if I lick it.”

He pulls you betwixt his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue across the underside, and you clench like a vice in response. 

“Keep doin’ that. Fuck, she’s gettin’ so tight on me,” Jin grits as he opens your thighs even more with each hand.

Twice’s duplicate growls beneath you, that sinfully skilled mouth of his laving over your peak, Jin thrusting into your cunt all the while. His tongue circles your clit, a string of curses spilling incoherently from your lips as you feel yourself edging closer to your undoing. 

“Such a good girl. Doing such a good job taking me like this. Yeah, there ya go, just like that,” the sultry coo fans hot over your skin. 

Loud, wet slaps of skin against skin hang in the tepid air, that familiar coil winding tight within your core. He’s relentless now, humming onto your sensitive apex, sucking you into his mouth one last time before you’re sent crashing headlong into an orgasm that has you seeing stars. You gasp and writhe and moan his name.

“Oh my God,” he sounds so incredibly wrecked, sobbing at the feeling of you squeezing him, panting and bucking wildly. “Cum on my cock. That’s it, princess, cum all over this fuckin’ cock. Mmmff. Yeah, make a mess. That’s it. I’m gonna—gonna—“

He pulls back one good time to properly rut himself into you, stuffed down to the hilt as he pulses inside of your fluttering walls, thick, hot cum dripping down his shaft from your raw, puffy pussy. You’re trembling by the time he releases you from his mouth, the lot of you huffing to catch your breaths. Your head falls back onto his chest. 

“Hey,” Jin taps you on the cheek, duplicate standing, pumping his length, “you ready for round two?”

An Unexpected Guest

My first request, fulfilled! Thanks for trusting me with this smut drabble 💚 I hope this is what you were looking for!

WC: 1,220

Blood play, slight hand kink, explicit smut, rough sex, MDNI, Kick-Ass, Dave Lizewski

You’ve sat so long that the bathwater has become tepid, shivering as you towel off. It’s freezing out. Snow is falling in swaths, a chill pricking your skin in spite of the space heater at your feet. This is the fourth night in a row you’ve sat pretty at the edge of your bed, applying lotion to your legs in long, silky strokes in front of your window. Although your apartment sits nestled at a thick line of trees, you’ve had this feeling, this inexplicable thought in the back of your mind that someone is watching you. For this reason, you’ve left the window cracked some tonight. You told yourself it’s just to let some fresh air in. But with the bite in the air, you know the truth.

This is an invitation. 

You let your hair down to dry, exposing yourself fully from beneath your towel, the dim light of a lamp casting shadows across your form. Something moves outside. Tension tugs at your chest. 

“I know you’re out there,” your voice calls out into the room. 

You think for a moment that you’ve imagined it. That you’re simply hoping that someone is there to save you from this painfully dry spell you’ve been experiencing. Until a green-clad hand, tentative and slow, reaches to push your window fully open from out in the dark. Your heart pounds in your chest, pulsing through your extremities. 

A grin overtakes your face as a man steps through, “You’re that hero I keep hearing about,”

Dave nervously wipes the blood from his hands onto his pants, unsure of what to do now that he’s taken the leap and revealed himself to you. It wasn’t supposed to get this out of hand. He was patrolling the area a few nights prior, much as he usually does, when you just so happened to catch his eye. You’d left your curtains open as you dried off from your bath. He was transfixed from the very second he saw you. The way you glowed in the half-light of your room, body glistening, how that toy you pulled from your drawer slipped between your legs. He was pretty sure that watching you like this made him some sort of pervert, but with the way you locked your eyes onto where he was hidden in the trees, he thought that maybe you were hoping he was there. After three more nights of the same routine, he was proven right. 

“The way you say it makes me sound famous or something,” his voice holds a shaky chuckle, some cute little warble that has you ready to devour him. 

“So what are you doing watching me? Didn’t wanna come say hello?”

He gulps audibly, clenches his hands into fists, “I, uh.. I was just patrolling this area,” he clears his throat, “I wasn’t planning on coming in,”

Your gaze travels his body, at the blood that mars his suit, soaked into the material and still dripping from his fingertips. 

“Looks like you’ve had an eventful night,” you purr, “Need some stress relief?”

There’s no way this is actually happening to him. 

Things like this don’t happen to him. 

Girls like you don’t talk to him.

He nods, and you spread your legs, open yourself up with a hither of your finger. Without so much as a second thought, he stumbles to your bed, already throbbing through his suit. He drags his palms up your legs, blood spreading like the red-hot heat that stirs within him, primal and raw, arousal coursing through his veins. Unsheathing himself from his clothing, his length springs free. Fuck, he’s big. You wonder for a second if he’s even going to fit.

“I just.. You meant have sex, right?” His cock jumps when you nod your head, tilting your pelvis to receive him. 

He curses under his breath, slips himself inside of the scorching wetness of your cunt. The air is knocked from his lungs as he adjusts to how tight you are, the way you’re squeezing him, how your brows tilt in rapture at the feeling of being so full. He trembles atop you, and you guide his still-bloody hand to the hardened peak at your center, encouraging him to work you there. With a stuttered inhale and sloppy, untimed thrusts, he rubs your clit in circles, his voice climbing as you become a vice-like grip around his cock. 

“Oh, f-fuck, that feels good,” he groans, crooning and broken from his chest. 

“Give it to me,” you rasp, “C’mon, be more rough with me,”

He captures his lower lip between his teeth, marvels at how his dick returns to him slicker than before, your arousal coating him down to the hilt. Dave thrusts into you harder, delves into you with deep, long strokes, the tip of his cock nudging against the ledge within you. He isn’t sure how much more he can take before he comes undone, but he obliges you nonetheless, wraps your pretty throat in his strong, deft hand and gives you a firm squeeze. 

“Just like that! Ahh—fuck!” You moan, something long and drawn out that scoops from your chest to your head, your pupils blown-out and legs shaking.

“You like it when I fuck you?” He grits through his teeth, “Hmm? You gonna cum on my cock for me?”

He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck it, laving your tongue across the pad and relishing in the metallic tang which lingers there, humming in agreement. It’s all so fucking filthy, and you want more. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he feels you unravel, the gush of your orgasm slicking down his cock. You rock against him, his index finger pressing into your clit to draw out every last bit of pleasure from this pliant little pussy of yours. 

Your hero leans in closer to you, “I’ve cum in my hand so many times thinking of you doing this,” he pants into your ear, “God, you’re so much hotter up close when you get off,”

Head full of cotton and all other thoughts thoroughly fucked out of you, your legs wrap around his waist, caging him in.

“Cum in my pussy,” you mewl, still twitching around him.

His hands grope at your breasts, your hips, your ass, taking greedy grasps of you as if you’ll soon disappear. 

He bucks into you ruthlessly, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he attempts to stifle the needy whines and whimpers that you pull from his throat so effortlessly.

“Nngh, you feel so good. Feels so fucking good, I-I’m gonna.. I'm cumming,” The lilt at the end of his sentence has you clenching him further, milking his cock until rivets of thick, hot release splatter into your walls. 

You’re both gasping, euphoria rippling through your bodies, the pulsing of his cock and the messy, ruined noises he’s making are causing you to see colors flash behind your eyelids. You tremble there below him, quivering with a second climax you hadn’t expected to transpire just from feeling his cum pour into your cunt. 

“Hope you’ve got as much stamina as I do,” he nips at your neck, already hardening once more, “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet,”

Would you ever consider writing for cementoss?

Absolutely. I haven't written for him before, but I'm always down to give an underdog the limelight! Let me know what thoughts you have if you're interested 💜

shorthands for dumbassery that i have grown to love deeply

"how dare you say we piss on the poor" in response to someone misinterpreting your post

"_ isnt gonna fuck you" for suck up behavior

"woah. should we tell everyone? should we throw a party?" for who the fuck cares

"and what if the world was made of pudding" for when would this ever matter.

"and sharks are smooth both ways" for a group of people heatedly arguing with 1 guy who is fucking with them all

".. but its about a witch in the alps finding her lost cat" for someone trying to sanitize something to the point of absurdity