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paula-in-dreamland · 1 month
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“But Daddy, I Love Him” is giving me hardcore Stiorra and Sigtryggr feels, fuck.
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tovalhallaandback · 7 days
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Somebody for the love of God, sedate me. I am FORTY TWO pages into a Sigtryggr x Stiorra Hunger Games AU that I keep making longer and longer.
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sluttywoozi · 7 months
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Kinktober Day 20: Overstimulation + S.Coups
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For @gyuwoncheol and 🦁
Rating: M (18+) | WC: 707
Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader | Genre: smut
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Warnings: mention of a safeword, overstimulation, piv sex, creampie
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Seungcheol grunts as he pounds into you, one of his hands braced next to your head and the other holding your leg up, keeping you spread open for his moving hips. You’re crying, shaking, writhing beneath him, but he doesn’t stop. Even as your cunt flutters and seizes around him, even as tears roll down your cheeks, even as you beg and plead and whimper, he still doesn’t stop. 
“You asked for this, baby. You asked me to do this to you,” Seungcheol reminds you, his voice rough with pleasure and his thrusts rough with need. 
“I know,” you hiccup. “But it’s so much, Cheollie, it’s too much!”
“You can take it, I know you can, sweetheart,” he soothes, dropping down to his elbow so he can pet your hair before cupping his hand over your head, keeping you from being fucked into the wooden headboard. “And you know what to say if you really need me to stop.”
You whine, pouting underneath him and stubbornly staying silent, which he takes to mean, “Go harder.”
So he does, fucking into you deeper and deeper until the room is filled with the sounds of his hips meeting yours, of his dick pushing through your arousal, of his pleasure and your pleasure-pain. It’s all music to his ears, the most beautiful symphony he’s ever heard, and as he fucks you into the mattress, he decides to add one more sound. 
“You love this, don’t you, you love this fucking cock. Tell me you love this cock, baby.”
“I l-love your c-cock, Cheol,” you stutter weakly, the impact of his thrusts stealing your strength. 
“Yeah you do, honey,” he laughs breathlessly. “You take it like you were made for me.”
His heavy balls slap against your ass with every buck of his hips, your walls hugging his throbbing dick and your wetness splattering all over his thighs as he pumps into you. His rhythm breaks when you lift your other leg up and wrap it around his hip, bringing him closer to you and letting him sink in even deeper. He presses down on the leg he’s holding, tilting your hips up so he can drag the head of his cock over your g-spot and smirking when you yelp at the feeling. 
Your cunt ripples around him, squeezing so tight he can barely move, and he just knows you’re close. He doesn’t have a free hand to get at your clit right now so he just grinds his pubic bone into you, fucking you deep and dirty until your cries reach a fever pitch. A silent scream parts your lips and your eyes roll back into your head as you cum, arousal seeping out of your stretched entrance even with his cock plugging you up. 
It takes everything in him not to break when you’re so fucking tight and hot and wet around him, but he wants you to fall apart just one more time before he gives you everything he has. 
Which is why when your soul returns to your body and your gaze returns to him, he shifts your leg onto his shoulder and brings his hand to your clit. 
“Again.” 
“I can’t, Cheollie, please, I can’t,” you cry, trying to buck away from his touch. He doesn’t let up, keeps swirling his fingers over your swollen, throbbing bundle of nerves as he plunges into you, again and again and again. 
“Yes, you can,” he insists, hauling your other leg over his shoulder and sitting up to put more force behind his hips. Your walls spasm wildly, your eyes clenching closed, and he drives into you one last time before stilling his hips and pinching your clit, pulling you over the edge with him. You cum hard and so does he, his vision going starry as his cock jumps inside of you, painting your pussy white and filling you to the brim. 
After a few minutes, his brain starts producing thoughts and his mouth can form around words again. He pets your hair, lets out a soft laugh, and exhales a teasing, “See? Told you you could.” 
You land a weak smack on his shoulder and promptly fall asleep. 
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Kinktober Masterlist
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thoughtkick · 4 months
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We tell our stories differently, don’t we, you and I?
Paula Hawkins; Into the Water
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orderforbrian · 22 days
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protocol spoiler but i provide no context
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i installed squeakers (sound on!)
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quotefeeling · 7 months
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We tell our stories differently, don’t we, you and I?
Paula Hawkins; Into the Water
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perfectquote · 3 months
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We tell our stories differently, don’t we, you and I?
Paula Hawkins; Into the Water
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thehopefulquotes · 4 months
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The things I want to remember I can’t, and the things I try so hard to forget just keep coming.
Paula Hawkins, Into the Water
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stay-close · 22 days
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The things I want to remember I can’t, and the things I try so hard to forget just keep coming.
Paula Hawkins, Into the Water
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resqectable · 2 months
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We tell our stories differently, don’t we, you and I?
Paula Hawkins; Into the Water
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paula-in-dreamland · 1 month
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Me watching all the swifties explain all the tea Taylor is spilling this time:
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soothsayerditty · 12 days
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she jammer on my lammy till i um
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perfectfeelings · 10 months
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All of the years I spent trying to be someone you could be proud of would have been better spent being proud of myself for who I already was.
Paula Heller Garland
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thoughtkick · 2 months
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All of the years I spent trying to be someone you could be proud of would have been better spent being proud of myself for who I already was.
Paula Heller Garland
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perfeqt · 5 months
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The things I want to remember I can’t, and the things I try so hard to forget just keep coming.
Paula Hawkins, Into the Water
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