#Hump Day Rumps

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

― pairing: sam winchester x plus size!reader

― summary: sam winchester was never comfortable with pda, but while on a hunt, sam is shaken with the harsh reality that he's needy, and the only person that can fix it was you.

― warnings: kissing, making out, dry humping, marking, teasing, needy sam winchester.

― wc: 1288

⋆ a/n: more old writing sigh, but i guess i can say i kind of like this one but i kinda didn't know a lot about sam's character when i wrote this because i was only in the earlier seasons then, but now since i've watched the show three times, i feel like i can say that i know his character like the back of my hand!

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You had no idea what was up with Sam that day, but he couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. He wasn't usually a PDA type of person, opting to keep the kisses pg, meaning only cheek, temple, or forehead kisses. You had no problem with it, because if he wasn't comfortable with doing it out in the open or if he was afraid it would make him look unprofessional, you had no reason to try and push him to do anything he didn't want to.

When the affection happened in private, it just made it all the more special, both of your senses heightened and a lot more pleasurable when you two made love.

You never usually joined the brothers on hunts per Sam's request, only staying behind in the hotel room to offer some emotional support afterwards; but this time, you felt like going on an adventure. Dean was more than happy to humor you, but Sam was a bit more skeptical. He knew that you were your own person, that he truly had no say over what you did, so all the hunter asked was for you to stay close to him; easy enough, right?

At first it was a little difficult seeing how there were many places you three had to go, and it was giving Sam some anxiety, not only that, but he was feeling a type of way that he couldn't put his finger on. He thought it may have been is psychic abilities, but one touch from you and his skin lit on fire, he instantly knew that he was horny. When he got into your shared hotel bed together, his crotch pressed into you full rump, it took every bone in his body to not jump you right then and there, to keep his wondering hands placed tightly in yours.

You could sense something was off with your lovely boyfriend when you had gotten into the Impala, and instead of Sam sitting up front with his brother, he chose to sit in the back with you, one hand on your thigh. You found it a bit strange, but nonetheless welcomed the out of the blue affection. But you didn't welcome it when all of you split to go investigate different parts of an abandoned house, Sam hot on your heels.

As you were turned around, you felt Sam wrap his arms around your waist, his head buried in between your shoulder and your neck.

"Sam?" You questioned, the energy detecting device in your hand slowly lowering. He dragged his large hand down your fluffy stomach, resting it over the zipper of your pants. "Sammy?" You asked again, but this time your voice was higher pitched. He always acted this way when he was needy, but it was never out in the open like this, not when somebody could easily walk in and see your compromising decision.

"I just— I just want you so bad. . . I don't—" Sam rambled, pulling down the zipper of your fly. "You couldn't wait to do this?" You breathed, your head slightly tipping back. "Why did you think I picked the farthest room in the house?" Of course he lead you hear with an ulterior motive, why wouldn't he? He was smart, strategical, and you'd be lying if you said that you were tempted to give in.

"Sam, we can't, I'm sorry." Your hands fell over his sneaky one's, pulling your zipper back up and placing his hands back on your waist. He audibly groaned when you turned around threw your arms around his neck. His pupils were blown out, his expression was that of a kicked puppy. "Baby, you know that I want this as much as you do, I always will, but not in public." You sighed, pushing some of his hair out of his face. "I know. . . Can I— can I just kiss you?" He asked, his hands sliding lower before resting on the swell of your ass.

"Dean's gonna be real mad that we haven't got anything," You teased running your fingers through his hair, but you showed no hostility as his lips ghosted over yours. "It'll only be for a couple of minutes. . ." He mumbled, pressing his lips onto yours. It felt so great to kiss you, like your touch was slowly extinguishing the fire that had been burning in his stomach for the past two days. He couldn't help that his palms gripped your ass aggressively, rubbing you crotches together. You moaned quietly into his mouth, Sam hiking up your thigh so that he could get a better angle. His growing erection was pressed against your heated cunt, the friction driving both of you nuts.

"You said only kissing. . ." You breathed against his lips, arousal becoming more prominent in your panties. He only groaned in reply, his head tipping back so that his neck was exposed to you. You attached your lips onto is most sensitive spot located just under his ear, Sam bucking his hips against you. You were muting yourself by making marks that wouldn't easily be seen, but Sam was forced to bite his lower lip to silence himself. The worst part about doing this in not only a potentially haunted house, was that it was extremely empty, sound basically bouncing off the walls. You knew Dean would never allow Sam to live this down if he were to catch the two of you.

The tingling sensation of an orgasm was barely in your grasp, but it was enough to detach yourself from his neck and collarbones, only placing a kiss there which your lipstick left a mark.

"Sam, ____?" Dean called out. "You guys got anything?" Your eyes widened as you pushed Sam off of you, giving him a look of apology. "Uhh— no, there's nothing here!" You shouted back, licking your sleeve and wiping the makeup off his lips. "Alright well I explored all of downstairs and most of the upstairs and I got nothin', so I think we're done here." His voice was a bit closer, but now by a lot. "Okay! So are we gonna go?" You asked, straightening up Sam as he stood there with a stupid smile on his face. "Yeah! I'm goin' to be in the Impala, so you guys better hurry up!" He concluded, his voice growing fainter as he walked back down the stairs."Sam," You growled, "I'm going to kill you." You glared, now wiping off your lips for any smeared product.

"I'm sorry honey, I got a bit carried away." He apologized, but he didn't even sound remotely sorry. You just scoffed, grabbing your things with the intention of leaving. "Sure." He only laughed, following close next to you. "Don't act like you didn't like it," He teased. You only rolled your eyes, but it provoked a small grin on your lips. "Well I hope this'll sedate you until we get back home." You poked, both of you now walking down the old stairs. "Maybe, but seeing how your butt is looking in those jeans, I may be tempted to do it again." You groaned, "I'm going with Dean next time."

As you guys were about to get into the car, your eyes landed on your lipstick mark that you had placed on the side of Sam's neck. You felt your stomach fall into your ass but it was already too late, Sam had gotten into the front seat of the car while you got into the back anxiously. You watched Dean look at Sam's neck before smirking wolfishly, making eye contact with you in the rearview window.

"Looks like you guys got a lot of things done." He said, his voice full of amusement.

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Cali's Kinktober: Day 10

Kinktober Masterlist gutta cavat lapidem - "dripping water hollows a stone" Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader Kinks > anal everything, coercion, come play Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

You are afraid of everything anal, but Johnny pins you down one day so he can eat your ass. He sure is convincing!

Warning: Johnny is really into butt stuff!

It all started when you wore that new pair of jeans. They fit like a dream, and they emphasized every single curve of your plump butt. Your boyfriend, Johnny, actually wolf-whistled at you when you came out of your room wearing them one day. He was on you like glue, his hands rubbing over the tight denim, stuffing his fingers into your back pockets down to the knuckle, rubbing firmly along the seam that went through your crack. His mouth was on your neck, smelling your perfume, the scent he’d bought you for Christmas last year, grinding his crotch into your belly like a horny dog, sighing,

“Goddamn, bonnie. You dinnae ken what tha’ fuckin’ arse does to your man. Turn around. Lemme see it.”

He fell to his knees right there in the den, grabbing your hips and turning you so that he was face to face with your wide rump, and before you could even protest, he had his nose and mouth buried in the middle, pretending that he was eating you from behind, working himself into a froth. 

“Johnny! Quit that. We’ve got to go to the shops. It’s already half five. They’ll close soon, and we don’t even have milk.”

He sighed again, shaking his head,

“Alright, bonnie. But, this isn’t over.”

And it certainly wasn’t. 

Every time you wore something that accentuated your ample blessings, he turned into a crazed lunatic. He’d taken to groping you in public, especially on the train, making you sit in his lap even if the car was totally abandoned. While you walked down the street or through the store, he always had a firm grip on your hip or your flank, and when he knew no one was looking, he’d fully fondle your ass cheeks no matter where you were. 

You didn’t mind the public affection so much. It was mostly harmless, but his fixation on your ass was starting to make you worried. You’d never done anything back there before, and it seemed to be the only thing he could think about. 

One night, while you were sucking him off, struggling to take his curved cock down your throat, he begged you to touch him there. You pulled him out of your mouth, asking,

“What did you say?”

He furrowed his brow, grabbing your head and feeding himself back into your mouth, whispering again in a low, dark tone,

“Put your wee finger in my hole, lass. C’mon, baby. Finger me while you swallow me like that. Mm, fuck… it’d feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Mmfgh… Johnny! No, that’s dirty. I can’t–”

His cock silenced you again, and he shook his head,

“Clean enough. Just showered. C’mon, baby. Like this, see?”

You looked between his legs as he fucked your mouth, watching as his finger disappeared into his furry hole, dipping in and out, making him moan like he was dying. It wasn’t long until you were choking on his base, your nose buried in his curls, your belly warm with his come. 

But, after that moment, he dropped it, and he didn’t press the issue. You knew that it wasn’t the last time he was going to beg to do some sort of ass play. And you only had to wait a few days for him to try a new angle. 

You were laying in bed, reading on your Kindle while you were wearing a small bullet vibe he’d bought for you, getting off on your smut and absent-mindedly humping into the mattress when you needed the stimulation.

He’d been working in his office, and when he saw what you were doing, he made a bee-line for the bed, kneeling behind you, trapping your legs between his knees. His hands went right to your ass, covered only by a plain, silk pair of panties. 

“Mmm, fuck. You readin’ your dirty books again, lass?”

You nodded, smiling at him over your shoulder. He smiled back, and he pulled his soft cock from his gym shorts and started to massage his length, making himself hard,

“Dinnae mind me, bonnie. Keep readin’. Eyes front, naughty girl.”

You giggled at his dirty pet name for you and went back to your book, your pussy throbbing and growing excited by his eagerness to touch himself. Then, he began to peel your panties down, dragging the elastic over your cheeks to expose your ass to the chilly air of the bedroom. 

“Johnny…” you warned.

He shushed you,

“Shh, bonnie. M’not gonnae touch you. I just wanna look at her. So pretty and tight…”

You could feel him use his strong hands to pry your cheeks apart, revealing your hole to him. When he saw it, he let out a rugged sigh. You could feel his fist pounding away at his cock, his repetitive motion shaking the bed. Between your filthy book and the fact that your man was jerking off to your body, you were turned on beyond belief. 

You only made it a few more pages before you heard him grunting for his release, and before you could roll away or reach for a tissue, he pointed his cockhead at your asshole and shot out his entire load onto your puckered rim.

The tip of his prick never touched you, but the warm, slick seed of his orgasm dripped down your asshole, across the fleshy little bridge, and into the buzzing divot of your cunt, mixing with your wetness and making a huge mess. 

Then, with a few more animalistic pumps, Johnny finished himself on you and replaced your panties, making sure the elastic band was right back where you had it. He climbed off of you and went back into the kitchen, leaving you to soak in his hot come. 

You should have gotten up to clean off his mess, but you didn’t. Your mind was swimming with need, and you reached a hand down to touch yourself, rubbing your clit in little circles, giving yourself just enough stimulation to send yourself into a leg-shaking orgasm. Every time you clenched your muscles, you could feel his spend, wet and gooey between your asshole and your pussy, marking you like a brand. 

Finally, you rolled off the bed and stepped into the bathroom to wipe yourself off. The first swipe of the toilet paper didn’t really catch it all. He had come so much on you. But, the second swiped it away, and the smooth, creamy sensation of his slick licking across your ass made you shiver. 

Perhaps you could let him lick you there after all. He was incredibly talented with his tongue. You tried to move past all of the times you’d been told it was too dirty or that it wasn’t proper. If Johnny really wanted to please you there, maybe you could just give it a try?

Johnny didn’t let up, either. He would send you links to porn videos of actors of all genders licking and sucking on their partners’ assholes. He’d always beg you to send him pictures of you bent over, presenting to him on all fours, spreading your cheeks for him. When you finally sent one, he’d sent back a video of him jerking off again, moaning loudly into the mic, coming hard in his palm, making promises to you in a dark, dirty voice,

“Gonnae make that fine arse mine one day, bonnie. I’m so ready for it, baby. Bet she tastes so fuckin’ good.” 

You’d gotten brave in the shower that same night, thinking about Johnny’s hunger for you and your untouched hole. You played with your pussy for a bit, trying to work up the nerve, and then… you pushed the tip of your finger just inside the rim, pulsing just the tip of it over and over, pretending like you were being fucked, humping your hips in time with your tiny thrusts. 

It surprised you. You didn’t come, but it felt really good. For once, it wasn’t grossing you out, and the memory of Johnny’s hot come pooling in the tight hole of it was driving you wild. 

So, you got online and did too much research. The incognito tabs stacked up on each other as you asked a million questions. Finally, you made a purchase. You bought a small plug, about as thick as your finger, with a t-shaped base. 

When it came in, Johnny was still at work, so you cleaned it and studied it like a scientist, examining the curves, the girth, the length. Then, you heard the front door click open so you shoved it under your socks in the drawer, hiding it from him for reasons you couldn’t really explain. 

While he was gone at work or on errands, you took to wearing the little plug around the house, enjoying the way the weight felt inside of you while you were doing chores or when you were sitting on the couch watching television. You played with it inside of you, tugging on the base, spinning it in circles, turning yourself on enough that you eventually had to rub your wet pussy just to give yourself some relief. 

Tonight, you had gone out to the bar with Johnny’s mates from work, and you had watched him get a little too tipsy. He started groping your ass as you sat next to him in the booth, making you sit on his lap and squeezing your flesh through your thin, white romper. You never wore panties with this outfit because they would show through, but you did wear your plug. 

But, Johnny still hadn’t noticed it. He was too far gone. At one point, he thought he was whispering in your ear, but he was speaking at full volume, and his friends all heard what he was saying to you, cheeky smiles spread across their faces. 

“When are you gonnae give me that juicy arse, baby? Promise I’ll be gentle as a lamb…”

“Johnny! They can hear you,” you pressed a finger to his lips and he looked up at you, begging for mercy.

“I dinnae care, lass. I just wanna taste you. Jus’ one lick, baby girl. Let me have you.”

You smiled down at him and apologized to the others. You said your goodbyes and got him back to the train station. Every car was dead and empty, and you sat together in the back. Even though all the seats were vacant, he still made you sit on his lap, and you could feel his erection prodding you through his jeans. 

“You wore this on fuckin’ purpose,” he pouted, pulling the top of your romper open to peek at your nipples. 

You slapped your hand to your chest to hold the garment in place, chastising him,

“Johnny, we’re on the train. Someone could come on and see us.”

“Yeah?” He rubbed his hand up your thigh, pushing up the shorts to feel even more of your skin until he let his fingers brush the fuzzy lips of your pussy.  

“... Johnny,” you gasped, but you didn’t slap his hand away this time.    

He felt encouraged by your submission, and so he dipped his fingers in deeper, touching your wet pussy and rubbing your clit in loving little circles. Then, he got brave and started to touch you even lower, his fingertip resting on the edge of your perineum, threatening to push it over the ledge and into the forbidden zone.  

“Shh, shh,” he hushed you before you could protest, “It’s just this wee part right here, baby. I just wanna touch you right here. Tha’s alright, innit? Yeah… you like it?”

Eventually, just as you were getting closer and closer to an orgasm, his finger slipped over, and he discovered your secret. His eyes went wide when he felt the plug’s base, not understanding what he was experiencing. Johnny’s eyes stared deeply into yours as his fingers explored your ass, touching the toy and the stretched rim that was holding onto it, breathing heavy and ragged like it was pleasuring him instead of you. 

“Oh, fuck,” he sighed darkly, “Are you wearin’ a wee plug, baby?” 

You nodded, suddenly shy now that your hidden toy had been discovered. He used two fingers to tug on the base, pulling it halfway out of you before sticking it back inside. When he heard you whimper from the stimulation, his brow furrowed, and he repeated the movement, fucking you with the plug over and over, letting it slide in and out of your tight hole. 

“Jonny, this is our stop,” you whispered, trembling as you leaned against his chest. 

“C’mon. Hurry up, bonnie.”

He slid the plug back inside you, giving it an extra little shove before he pulled his hand out of your romper. 

He practically dragged you back to your flat, rushing you up the stairs and bullying you into the foyer, slamming the door behind him and dropping his keys to the floor with a clattering slam. You stumbled backwards, pushed and shoved by his immense body, and he pulled your romper off of your body, not bothering to take off your wedges. Then, your legs hit the edge of the kitchen table and he turned you around, laying you on your belly, bending you over. 

“Spread your legs,” he barked, “Wider. Like that. Stay like that.”

You watched him kneel behind you, his eyes level with your gleaming plug, and you heard the whirr of his zipper. The familiar sound of his palm slicking across his cock lulled you into a deeply lustful state, and you waited to see what he wanted to do to you. 

First, the tip of his tongue traced the outline of your asshole, fighting to squirm below the base of the plug. Then, he started to fuck you with it again as he licked you, pulling it all the way out before pushing it all the way back in. Over and over, he couldn’t get enough of your high-pitched mewling sounds as you let him fuck your ass with your toy. 

“So perfect. Goddamn you are so bloody tight, baby. Lemme taste you,” he growled out his words through clenched teeth, steadily jerking his cock hard, rolling the foreskin over his fat head. 

He pulled the plug all the way out of you and, as you watched him over your shoulder, you saw him stick it in his mouth like a lollipop, sucking it like a sugary treat before tossing it over his shoulder and diving, nose-first into your butt. 

Johnny began to lick his way into your hole, keeping you spread with his thumb, making your hole stretch and gape to allow his pink muscle to writhe its way inside. 

“Mmngh! Johnny, please…” It was too much. Wearing your toy had made you sensitive, and feeling your man’s strong tongue fucking you in earnest had sent shivers down your whole body. 

Two thick fingers slid into your pussy, shoving themselves deep inside of you and gathering up your creamy slick. He painted your asshole with it as he ate, like icing on cake, groaning and fisting his prick between spreading you all over yourself, squeezing the life out of his ruddy head to keep himself from coming too soon. 

Then, he put one of his wet fingers into your asshole, covered in your pussy juice, slipping just inside your clenched rim.

“Breathe, baby, breathe for me. Lemme open her up. Just a wee bit more. There she is… there. Does that feel good, bonnie girl?”

“Yes, Johnny! It feels so good.”

He played just inside the rim, not unlike the way you had done in the shower, but he seemed to know instinctively how to take things to the next level. He pulled at the edge of your muscles, stretching them just a bit, not enough to hurt but just enough to fit his finger in a little deeper. Then, he pushed forward, past the first knuckle, and you hissed in a breath. 

“So tight…” Johnny murmured, tonguing around the edge of your stretched hole. 

Eventually, his patience defeated your body’s resistance, and he fit his entire finger inside of your asshole. He played inside for a while, rubbing your walls and listening to the sounds you were making for him. Then, he pulled all the way out and pushed all the way back inside, fucking you as if he was using his cock. 

Then, he brought a second finger next to his first and started the process over again. Stretching, pushing, prying, pulling… your mind was blank. It was too full of new sensations and pleasures. Nothing hurt, nothing ached, and nothing felt wrong or gross. Johnny made you feel safe and loved and cared for, and so you let him take things way too far. 

Finally, when he was satisfied with your softness, he used his thumbs to open you up wide, stretching the rim until he could spit into your hole, using it as lube to prepare you for his girthy cock.

You felt the fleshy head kiss your skin, and then, he fed himself inside of you, fucking you in a place where no one had ever touched you before, stretching you out so that you were a perfect mold for him and only him. 

“Baby… baby, it’s too tight. I’m gonna fuckin’ come. You’re gonna make me come. Oh, fuck!”

He pumped himself inside of you, shallow and quick, not wanting to force himself too deep on your first try. But, you whined, rolling your hips for him, encouraging him to push inside, to drive himself like an obedient mule, to make you cede to his will. 

That was all the convincing he needed, and he jammed his curved shaft against your walls, dragging his head further and further into your asshole. It was so deep that it made you cry out to him, half in surprise and half in a delicious sort of agony.

He stopped, not retreating, settling himself far within you, 

“You alright, hen? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you shook your head, “It’s good, Johnny. So good.”

“Such a good girl,” he cooed down at you, grabbing a handful of your fat ass cheek and squeezing it cruelly, “This little hole is perfect for me, baby. Can I fuck you like this? I’ll go nice and slow, bonnie, I promise.”

He didn’t wait for your reply. Johnny pulled his cock all the way out, letting the crown of his head catch on your rim before sliding back in, right down to his base. The way you felt when he was fully sealed inside of you was like nothing you’d ever experienced. He fucked you like that, just as gentle as he swore he would, driving himself in and letting your warm belly cradle his length before retreating and teasing his head with your pulsating hole. 

“Are you gonna come in me, Johnny?” You asked him, your voice barely above a whisper, whiny and needy. 

“Fuckkkkk…” He grunted, picking up his pace, forgetting his vow to be gentle, and then, he slammed himself inside of you, plugging your hole with his dick, dropping his heavy, creamy load into your asshole at the mere suggestion of it. 

He let himself stay inside of you, gasping and moaning with a dark need as he throbbed, every jerk of his shaft sending another scalding rope of come into your belly, filling you up and jerking himself through his orgasm with your tightness.  

Finally, once he stopped pulsing, he began to retreat, slipping out of you and leaving you feeling so empty. You missed him. You wanted him back inside of you, and you curled your body in on itself, humping the table wantonly, too weak to take care of your own desire.  

Suddenly, Johnny was back on his knees, his tongue licking at your open hole, and you squirmed from the sensation, worried that he would taste himself in you.

“Johnny, wait!”

“Hush, bonnie. This arse still needs me, doesnae she? Look,” he put two fingers back inside, pressing them downwards to make your muscles respond to him, “Such a good little hole.”

His tongue delved inside of you, scraping his own come into his mouth, sucking and lapping around his fingers, licking the edge of your perineum. The slurping suckling noises coming from his lips were sending you to another plane of existence, and you thought you’d never felt high except for this very moment. 

“You’re so good to me, baby. I’m gonnae take such good care of her. This hole is gonna be so full all the time. Just wait and see, bonnie. I promise…”

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How’s it hanging, Fiblr?! I hope it’s hanging like a running back carrying the ball correctly: high and tight! 😂

It’s Hump Day! And, it’s something about getting that midweek workout done that makes me wanna break it down old school style! 😎

So…back by popular demand! (Not really!) It is time for a Wednesday afternoon dance break! Hit it!

[giantsorcowboys]

Hump Day Hunks 💪🏻👨🏼💪🏻

Summer's Here! ☀️😎🏊🏻‍♂️🩲🍑😍🔥😍🔥

Smuggle On, Dudes!🌶🌶🌶🌶

[ungoonableaddict]

Fake Pussy: Yes or No?

Pussy. Some gooners want it. Some gooners don't. Some gooners are virgins, some still get to have sex (somehow).

Personally, I'm still a virgin, so the closest I get to pussy is on a screen. Or it would be if not for the toys I've bought, mimicking pussy with soft, supple silicone. I've used these kinds of toys for a while, even before I came of age, or got into porn (addiction and gooning).

I do respect the view of any gooner who believes those of us who stay in our rooms are unworthy of any pussy, or at least humping anything except our hands.

I just can't get behind that, though. I'm into gooning for pleasure, the experience, the joy of spending several hours pumping, edging, eyes fixating on jiggly boobies or plump rumps getting pounded... Feeling good is a good part of why I do this, the other parts being- Well, a virgin who's nervous about dating yet also feels no incentive to do so at almost 30 years old.

On top of feeling good, that last point helps too, I think! Goon enough, and the desire to actually feel pussy goes away. Toys go from "just like the real thing" to "another tool to goon with". Which is really how I perceive it.

Also, as I've indicated in my other posts, gooning is a loooong commitment to make. Sometimes we need to shake things up, create some new feelings, new memories. Porn is meant to be our girlfriend. Our comfort. Our goddess.

Why not have something physical, that helps us connect? A reminder of what we can't have. What we fail to get. What we no longer desire, which effectively makes us a biological dud if we haven't already passed on your genes! Or hell, even if you DO have pussy, DO succeed at getting it, you can feel the only version of the thing your pathetic, horny self deserves during your needy brain's dopamine bath while the real pussy is elsewhere or busy.

Consider it a tribute to Porn, maybe for Valentine's Day. Make it a thing for special occasions like a birthday! If you like feeling pathetic, I don't think there's much more pathetic than planning birthday sex for yourself with a fake, silicone pussy. Last year I called out sick from work to hump one of those 3-pound ass/pussy masturbators, on V-Day. To, as I said, make love to a physical representation of the thing I am utterly swayed by. It's not the real thing, but it feels different enough from my hand that I see little reason to go out and hook up too!

So even if you already aren't dissuaded from being pussy-free in real life, or you're a virgin who badly wants to get laid yet remain a gooner, maybe some nice, pliable silicone to stick your dick in is all you need.

Oh and let's not forget. A toy with the ability to stretch and conform, without pressure being directly applied to a dick? Any one will make a great test of your PIED and/or death grip. Can you get it up for fake pussy? Can you cum for something that's snug, but lacks the same fatal squeeze as your overworked fingers?

So yeah. Get a fake pussy, the kind doesn't matter. Let yourself sink balls-deep into it, and hump it. Let it help you edge. Turn a symbol of intimacy into a gooning necessity!

[howyouloveyourdragon]

hello! i was wondering if you could do some more alpha rhaenyra x omega reader please.maybe when some lords were flirting with reader and rhaenyra sees so she punishes reader in her room then the next day makes reader hump her thigh while she is in a meeting with the lords that flirted with reader.please

hope thats not to much to ask for.

thank you for your request! i hope you like it :)

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 : 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 ( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 , 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴, 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱 , 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔫к𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔭𝔲𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔠 𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴)

(𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔣𝔢𝔴 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔞/𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔤𝔞 𝔡𝔶𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔠𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰)

𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐂 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 like a predator their prey which you supposed Rhaenyra resembled often. Her jaw clenched at the sight of Lord Wylde inched his hand threateningly close to your rump. The Princess clicked her tongue. It was supposed to be a statement that she brought you tonight, not an invitation. Blood boiled until overflowing her veins. Alarm suddenly spiked her. Why were you laughing? You surely didn't like this man did you? Her lower lip drew to billow beneath her teeth as she bit down. She watched carefully in every step you took but a flash danced through your face. Her attention meant that she knew when you would become uncomfortable but unfortunately it also meant she knew when you were too comfortable. Your hand trailed scandalously across his chin and you smiled flirtatiously. Rhaenyra signalled to the musicians to halt themselves for long enough for her to reach you. She took loud slow steps within the silence, successfully announcing her presence. The lord straightened his spine and downcast his eyes as he bowed in respect. "I hope that you do not mind, Lord Wylde but I must take my dear sister to retire to her chambers." She chuckled pleasantly, ever The Realm's Delight. Her eyes zeroed in on Y/n as she leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek. "She becomes irritable if she has not been well rested." Rhaenyra's fingers brushed along her lover's skin; a trail of goosebumps pampered her flesh in their wake. When she grasped your arm to thread through her own she was rough but merely out of purpose rather than will–too agitated to wait a moment more. Her breathing shallows as she tugged her sweet to her own chambers, ignoring the usual routine of passageways. Her hands gently took purchase in both your arms as she scanned you from head to toe, even moving the sleeves of your dress in case the lord had chosen a sly nature that eve. Her brows furrowed in concentration. "What did he do, my love?" She asks quietly and finally meets your eyes.

You rolled your eyes and huffed but her hand took your chin and forced it to meet her stare. You briefly cowered at her dominance. "He said he would entertain me." You said, hiding your great nerve. You tilted your head as she began to pet your hair. You recounted almost smugly. Rhaenyra had spent too much time with duties and not enough time with you lately. "He believed I was worthy of more attention and I agreed." The heir remained silent but cocked her head. She briefly cast her eyes against the door. Rhaenyra clenched her teeth and released the breath that had been keeping her calm. This was childish and you knew it. You should know better than now, her mind whirled with irritation and confusion. “I have given you everything you could ever ask for,” She chuckled darkly. “I would hardly call myself neglectful. You shifted uncomfortably. “You’ve been away.” You whined, twirling a strand of her hair between your fingers. She scoffed and pulled back to which you chased her touch. “To keep you safe!” She leant in again, breath hovering over your lips which twitched in need. "They don't know you're mine." She growled low, Rhaenyra's gaze didn't stray from the beautifully carved wood of the door. She had taken you on one of her meetings with Tyrell in The Reach many summers ago, she had claimed you as her own countless times in her assigned chambers with the beautiful flowers of Highgarden strewn across the bedding. When you returned home she ordered for those same flowers to be carved. Her eyes turned back on you and gentled. Her fingers trailed patterns of those flowers against your arm as her mind ran rampant. "This is the third time this week," Her eyes flashed once more but this time with more desire than annoyance. "I need you to know who you belong to, sweetling." Warm lips dropped to your own and suckled on the lower one. Her pale hair brushes along your collarbone, tickling your sensitive skin. A sharp gasp emits from you at the contact which she sucks into her mouth like oxygen. Her left hand twines up to play with the lace material of your dress.

In a slow stroke she tore it from your body and delighted in the moans you released as your warm body met with the cold door. "Dōna jorrāelagon, lo attention iksis skoros jaelā," Rhaenyra spoke, eloquent and ardent. She bit the lobe of your ear lightly. "attention iksis skoros kesā jiōragon." Her lips came flush to your neck, teeth roughly joining to infiltrate your skin with her passion. (Sweet love, if attention is what you want, attention is what you will get) If love travelled through oxygen you would have been smothered by now as she sucked against your skin to leave purple marks. Her tongue licked at them soothingly but the eye contact she made had your insides shuffling in excitement. Rhaenyra continued until she was leaving marks against your lower stomach. She swept your legs around her waist and chuckled at your eagerness as she walked to the bed, she once more kissed you ardently and circled your mouth with her tongue, memorising it. Her usually gentle hands felt rough as they followed the map of your body, still hooked beneath your thighs. "when iksin se mōr�� jēda ao thought hen ñuha ēngos iemnȳ ao? Tonight?" She asked teasingly. (When was the last time you thought of my tongue inside you? Tonight?) Your head nods of its own volition before throwing itself back. "I think you need a lesson before I can reward you, sweet sister." In a fluid motion and the strength of a dragon, Rhaenyra turns you around and lays your stomach along her lap. "If you're good maybe I'll let Wylde watch as I fuck you." She rubbed her hands along your spine before laying a quick slap along your arse. You jolted at the sting and gasped. Her other hand wound down your face and clasped over your mouth. "Let him see what's mine, you'll be my good girl won't you?" Your soft nod was all the confirmation she needed before letting another thwack to your round flesh. "One for every disrespect you have made against me." She hissed. "One for every name. Say them." When her hand came down once more, your lips parted as she released what silenced them. "Lord Wylde." You spoke through haggard air. Another clapped against you. "Lord Staunton." Somewhere along the whines your words almost moaned against her. Her brows raised in curiosity. Another hit. "Lord Manderly." With the next hit you hesitated. "Lord Celtigar." You eventually said after she prompted with a tight pinch. She paused in surprise. "A taste for Valyrian heritage, I see." She scoffed. "My dirty riña." (girl) Rhaenyra rolled you onto your back and crept onto your body, the fabric of her dress pressing between your thighs. You squeezed them with a moan and throbbing bud. Her fingers slipped between your own and pressed your hands high above your head. Your future Queen pecked down your cheek and neck. When she looked back up at you she smiled and pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. "Good girls are rewarded, hāedar." (sister/younger sister)

The next morning you awake with stinging flesh and an empty bed. Your naked body rustles beneath the bed covers as you shimmy to glance around the room, your back flush to the headboard. Two of your handmaidens begin to walk towards you with knowing smirks, the one on the left bowed her head in respect while the other giggled. You shifted in discomfort as they drew an intricate black dress atop a dresser. You eyed it suspiciously. Rhaenyra never minded when you borrowed her clothes but this was a dress you had never seen before and you were certain it was not your sister's either. It must have been made for her recently but as your handmaiden moulded it against you, every slot fell into place to your every measurement. The handmaiden decidedly on the right, guided you to the vanity and bit her lips to hide her amusement as you winced upon sitting down. Her fingers guided through your hair like a waterfall, perfectly relaxing. Your eyes closed in content. "Her highness wishes for your presence in a meeting today." You hummed to signal your understanding and rose once your hair lay in intricate braids. It was only when you reached just outside the doors that the voices triggered a realisation and a cold wave crashed over. "Are you sure that we have the funds, your grace?" Lord Bartimus Celtigar asked, his tone withholding any personal emotion. For a second you hesitated but the guards were already opening the doors and ushering you through, Rhaenyra's proud gaze settling on you. "Come, sweet sister." She beckoned as the lords each took their time watching as you walked. You took in a breath and held it as you approached Rhaenyra, standing beside her. She chuckled at your stiff presence. "No, darling, sit." You frowned as you looked at her, all seats were taken, but then her hand grasped your wrist and tugged, the other moving to your waist and pulled you onto her lap. She faced the lords who watched in shock and surprise, a few taking the time to glance at one another. "Thank you, Celtigar." She praised you while playing with a ruffle at your thigh. "Corlys, what do you suggest?" Her fingers crept under your skirts teasingly. Corlys straightened and spoke with strong authority. "You should pardon Borros Baratheon and Ormund Hightower, my Queen. They are–" You swallowed and drowned out the Lord of the Tides experienced voice as Rhaenyra's hand gripped your thigh tightly. The subject matter was clearly upsetting her.

"What kind of message would it send to allow my traitors to live on freely." The tension was suffocating, her glare as sharp as her lawful throne. Rhaenyra's fingers slowly released and instead of punishing your thigh they slithered onto your cunt, rubbing the nub all too familiar to her. She stroked as though it were her own–slow and gentle but when Lord Wylde gave his own input, her lilac eyes locked onto him and glared fiercely. You grasp onto the table and dig your fingers into it as something suddenly thrusts into you. You choke on your tongue and look into the men's eyes, aware of Rhaenyra's silent demands. Her hands were hot as they traipsed about you as they pleased. When you briefly closed your eyes, a short slap to your cunt brought you back. The men didn't seem capable of deciding whether their minds betrayed them and their Queen, if their speculations were false and they spoke out against her in the middle of discussing the treatment of traitors...Your slick stuck her fingers together when she added another one, whispering in your ear. "Vēttan naejot gūrogon mirre yno, weren't ao, dōna hāedar?" (Made to take all of me, weren't you, sweet sister?) It was halfway through the meeting when the sound of her fervent fingers thrusting into you and your pleasure hazed eyes could no longer be ignored and silence filled their mouths. Rhaenyra felt no shame as she showed off her darling sister. Perhaps they would have a bedding ceremony as they had desired after all. She bit out a groan of her own as your breath turned desperate and whining. Your Queen turned you around much like you had been last night but this time so that her thigh rested between your legs and she could watch as your thirsting gaze. She watched as the desperation clouded your eyes. Her perfect pliant girl. Rhaenyra's hands took purchase on your hips and rolled you back and forth. "Watch as you please." She announced. "This is the closest you will come to breeding my sweet omega sister you will ever get. I will not remind you again what is mine." Her words hissed from her sharp tongue as the Lords froze in shock, their speculations confirmed.

[willfrominternet]

Today's Jam: "Shake Your Rump" - Beastie Boys

#posted before remembering it was hump day #feels like kismet

[bucknastysbabe]

if it isn’t done . impact play aegon if possible ? ( with him as the recipient .. love torturing that man )

YUPPPPPL the final kink bingo fill, I too, enjoy torturing the blonde bimbo. Enjoy mwah

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Incest, Age difference, AU!Vis and Daemon have a sister, incest, older woman/younger man, Aegon’s mommy issues, paddling, impact play, kink bingo, aftercare, ball smacking, fluff

A/N: I found this awesome vintage vid and had to use it…

She grinned at the spreader bar holding Aegon’s skinny ankles apart. He laid over the elongated leather stool, whimpering. His aunt laughed. She hadn’t even begun to paddle the brat yet. Aegon looked up with quivering lips, his violet doll eyes red rimmed. The older woman smirked, petting his soft cheeks. She cooed, “Will you be alright for this princeling?”

The Targaryen took after her elder brother, Viserys. Daemon could be harsh and cruel. She inherited the inclination to inflict punishment like Daemon but she loved coddling her perfect nephew so much more. Hold his shaking and battered frame while Aegon sniveled how good and perfect she was. The Princess’ actual husband preferred younger whores and ladies of the court. Deemed her too old.

Aegon said once, “He’s a fool, you’re as beautiful as ever.”

Enough of the reverie.

Aegon wanted to hurt. An outlet for his inner frustration. The elder blonde slid the paddle up his pale quivering back. She hummed, “Tell me when you’re overwhelmed. Just tap if you can’t speak. I have some wine, water, and cheese over by the window.” Aegon nodded earnestly, wiggling around like a fish. The woman couldn’t help but smile.

Aegon whispered, “No talking this time, just hit me. Mother has berated me enough.”

“Okay.”

The aunt stepped behind Aegon, placing a gentle hand on his lower back. She reared back and smacked his pale rump hard. Aegon shifted and moaned lowly, begging for more. His hard cock was trapped underneath him, probably felt good with all that squirming.

She did it again in quick succession, one paddle for each cheek. And again. And again. Aegon sobbed and stuck his ass out for more. He sniveling, “Yes- yes- hurts so good.” The princess smiled and rubbed a hand around the reddening cheeks, the prince mewling at the tenderness. She tapped his swollen balls a couple of times, earning a whorish howl.

“More, harder!,” he cried.

Hmm. He’d never asked for that before. She’d be gentle, smacking the hard wood against his sac until they tightened up and Aegon was humping the leather. He gasped out little sobs, looking a right mess, skin reddening all over from arousal. The princess thumbed around his tight pucker while laying strokes on his ass and balls. She moaned in delight when Aegon seized up, back muscles rippling as he dug his hips into the leather and wailed. The princess smacked his thighs through the brunt of the orgasm, Aegon spilling so much it dripped off the side of the stool.

He whimpered, “E-enough, oh gods, that was good, oh thank you aunt, oh you’re so kind.” The poor thing developed into overstimulated sobs, interspersed with more declarations of passion. His relative unchained the bar and sat up the limp prince, pulling him into a tight hug, hand rubbing his heaving back. Aegon wetted her braids and top, clinging on desperately.

The princess murmured, “Was that good? You were gorgeous.” Aegon croaked, “The balls, I like that,” he idly fidgeted with her blonde hair, meekly asking, “May I have some wine?” His lover smiled and stated, “I’ll be right back with the tray.” Aegon’s sulky eyes waited for her return, eagerly gulping down the red and nibbling on cheeses, hand fed by his aunt.

Aegon swallowed and pled, “Don’t leave me? You love me right?”

The elder thumbed his tears, tucking back a stray of pale hair. She promised, “Love you always, not going anywhere.” The woman sealed her declaration with a kiss, content on pampering her prince for the rest of the day. After she applied salve to his sore ass, of course.

[saltybtchmeow]

Happy Rump Hump day 😘

[lil-fellie]

Happy Hump Day 🍑🎃🐪Shake your Rump Day

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Ch 0.0 -Prologue

Tuesday, Four months ago…(3)

“You must be Drake’s new cocksucker we’ve all heard about.”

I was getting our mail in the common mailbox room of our apartment building when he walked behind me, and his voice was a lot closer to me than I expected.

I wasn’t sure how to react. I was embarrassed with the reference so I didn’t turn around, but it was obvious what prompted the question. I’m in the last few days that Drake allows me to wear some male-looking outer clothes when I leave the apartment, but even these clothes are getting tighter, more form-fitting lately thanks to the heavy doses of hormones and blockers. The neighbor saw the telltale signs of a sissy in training -the outline of a bra strap across my back and shoulders, the very visible panty lines with a prominent rear gusset seam.

Today’s selection was a pink nylon hipster brief, Drake’s second favorite for me to wear, with a matching training bra, gray cotton warmup pants, gray cap sleeve shirt, and slip on flats.

“Drake also said I could do *this* if I wanted.” *This* was to first squeeze both cheeks of my ass multiple times, then rub his cock against me and into my ass crack as he pulled on my hips, almost dry-humping my rump. I braced myself against the mailboxes and pushed against his hardening cock while arching my back. In public, this was how Drake expected me to greet his friends and any neighbors who may become regulars. The neighbor’s cock felt to be about five inches long and average thickness. I was relieved to know that the inevitable future encounter wouldn’t be too painful.

As he rubbed his cock against me, his jeans gripped the light cotton of my pants causing the fabric to slide against my nylon panties which triggered my own awakening. It added to my embarrassment that my arousal was entirely from an estrogen-induced craving, like a truck stop skank in heat. I arched my back further and pushed against him even more with a slight wiggle.

“I’m Ryan, and I’ll catch up with you later,” he quipped into my ear as he gave my ass another squeeze and a couple of pats. This treatment would become the norm almost every day from someone when I would check the mail.

Drake sometimes sends me to the mailbox multiple times a day under the guise of expecting a package, then laugh at me when he asks how my trip went. I’m convinced that he calls the neighbors and tells them I am getting the mail so that they would meet me in the mailroom. He has almost as much fun with this as he does making fun of my training bra and my tiny breasts that are budding.

I could tell this was another of those days from his smirk and teasing when I got back home.

[wtf-tfw]

THE BIBBLE PART 1

On the first day, God made zest. From that zest he was able to bless. From those bless he did his best to create the chest of the best of the best. And on the second day, God decided to stop rhyming because he wasn't very good at that. From there his productivity skyrocketed, what with all the free time generated from not having to come up with rhymes, his sister was right, it was a stupud gimmick anyways. Next he invented the tree, the bouncy ball, flowers and rabbits, cookies and cream, eggs and telephones, unmanned machine guns, rapid growth boyfriend capsules, and classical music. His army of little gay sky babies worked day in and day out to fabricate the Things for the world. It was God's world and he was going to decorate it however he wanted. On the third day, God had hot girl artist burnout and was like "UGHHHH I really already exhausted all my best ideas this suckkssss" so he phoned his sister and she said "Well why don't you make people?"

"People?" God said.

"Yeah, you know, people! Three legs, little genital things, weird skin, all 'bleaghh i have to go to work!' and all that" said God's sister.

And God thanked his sister for the idea and hung up, only to shortly thereafter roll his eyes because three legs?? What was she thinking, that was clearly overkill. But he got to work anyways cauze his sister was prety cool overall she knew what she was talking about.

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in the GARDEN of PEEDEN,

Peeve, the woman-type and Tinkle-Adam the man-bug. They explored the GARDEN and found it to be full of swag. They said "I love this- thanks God, its just like America should be: one man and one woman!"

God tutted at this and set down his shrimp poke bowl. Why were they already being weird little conservatives instead of freaking that shit nasty style. Its like he got this party goin for nothign?! And he begged and begged for them to eat the fruit of the Freak Tree so that theyd eat the Freak Fruit and become nasty little freaks who like sloppy style makeouts and smoking clove cigarettes in caves but they were always like "No. No God, we aren't into that kind of thing" And God was so disappointed. So he called his sister and she was like "You have to assert your dominance man, you can't let those little tightasses control you okay. Let them know who's boss." And God said okay.

Peeve shouted and cried as God took her rib from her. Tinkle-Adam screeched in pain as a testicle was taken from him (now he only had two) Using the rib and the testicle, God made the third Human, Gobbler. Gobbler was going to fix everything, so the punishment of pain and the blessing of Gobbler was really a two in one. Gobbler was a nasty little freak who liked beer and humping things and God thought he was Awesome with a capital A.

Gobbler was releaseed into the Garden of Peeden. And immediately he was like "OH this is the releast, Bruv!" (He called God 'Bruv' because he was made that way) Gobbler taught Tinkle-Adam the joys of beef-eating and Peeve the joys of rump-roasting. The three enjoyed a number of beef-related hobbies together. Take that as you will.

But one day, the Regular Devil from a book known as the Bible became real in the world and said "No, no no! You are doing this so very wrong! You are raising a bunch of imbecilic hoodlums! Stop this nonsense immediately!" And the Regular Devil blasted the creatures with Shame and suddenly they all became aware of their weird penises.

God used his Authority though, and shooed the Regular Devil out of his work of fiction. What a prick! But it was too late, the humans had already noticed their weird penises and they no longer could enjoy the beautiful snails and shrimps and sailboats and mosquitoes and acoustic guitars and bonfires and magic erasers and tattoo parlors and hamburger patties of the Garden of Peeden anymore. They were just too ashamed of their weird penises.

And God was like "I'm--I'm so sorry about that you guys. Tinkle-Adam, Peeve, Gobbler, are you guys like...good?" And Tinkle-Adam scratched his neck and looked to the side. Peeve wouldn't make eye contact with him anymore. These two were back to their old stick-up-their-ass-but-not-in-the-fun-way ways again. "S-Surely not you too, Gobbler!" But Gobbler did not look at God. He simply looked at his weird penis. He sat down, and was absorbed into the Earth, never to be seen again.

It was so over. It was so astronomically over. God's sister wasn't answering his calls. He was so fucked, dude. Peeve made the big decision to leave the Garden of Peeden, and Tinkle-Adam followed with her. Hoping that maybe the rest of the crazy world God had created would help to reunite that spark of joy they had time with Gobbler in the Garden.

Eventually they found it in themselves to get freaky again a couple more times....but that's a story for part TWO!

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[lucyrosemodel]

Hump Day! Enjoy this royal rump on today, my birthday! Thank you all who sent me birthday wishes! I will not be online much today to respond but I appreciate each and every one of you <3