#kumpez

[squirreldoreen-blog]

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AU. Ever since they were children, Sam’s had a trouble with being seen that Kurt’s never dealt with. Sam/Kurt.

requested by celia and mickey

[dulosiswrites]

berrypayne said 'give me fisting' and himaryan said 'give me samchel' so. here is samchel fisting. pwp, nsfw, etc.

"Put your fist in me," Rachel gasps, her mouth working wide and wet against Sam's neck.

 "Wait," Sam says. He hikes Rachel's leg higher up his side and crowds in closer so that she doesn’t slip down the wall. "Really?"

 "Yes, god, please, Sam," says Rachel. She pushes her back harder against the wall so that her hips press forward, rolling against Sam's crotch. He groans.

 "Okay," he says. "Okay." And he eases her down slightly - just enough that he can fit his hand forward and slip two fingers into her. He kisses her steadily, first her mouth and then down the column of her throat, sucking hot little red marks all the way. Curling his fingers inside of her, he presses in even closer, forcing her legs open wider so that he can scissor them back and forth, getting her ready for him to push a third in. "This might be easier on a bed, Rach."

 She laughs, breathlessly, like he's being a bit silly, which – there's no way he'd ever forget that Rachel is the kinkiest girl he's ever known, to the extent of always avoiding beds, if at all possible. "If you can't get it in like this," she says, raising her eyebrows at him in a deliciously filthy way, "You're not trying hard enough."

 Sam frowns – to focus, nothing else – and bends down and moves in so that he can kiss her again, sweet and deep and slow, to counterbalance the way that he's probably pressing bruises into her hips, with how hard he's holding her against the wall. The way that the rough denim of his jeans probably feels against her bare thighs.

 His dick is hard, swollen in his pants, and he can feel the press of the metal teeth of his zipper through his boxers. He's aching for release, but Rachel is canting her hips forward as best as she's able, with her limited mobility, so he pushes another finger inside and twists his hand, widening her for the main event.

 She gasps against his lips, and he breaks the kiss. "D'you want me to use extra lube for this?" he asks, because she's so wet that he's concerned that his hand will get pruny, but he also doesn't want to hurt her in case he's misjudging the situation.

 "Think I'll be okay," she tells him, and bites his earlobe hard, so he furrows his brow again and withdraws the four fingers he has stretching her out and funnels his hand into as small a circle as possible, slowly pushing it slickly into her.

 They've done this once or twice before, so by now he's starting to get familiar with the gasp that she lets out when his thumb breaches her, spreading her wide and wet and warm around his hand. His dick twitches in his pants at the way she sounds, and at the warmth of her legs and the warmth of her cunt just sort of hovering around the denim. He pushes slower and carefuller as his hand widens around the base of his fingers, slowly curling the tips down into a fist so that his hand can fit all the way to his wrist.

 "Fuck," Rachel is saying. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Tears are leaking out of the corners of her eyes and sweat is gathering at her collarbone, but when he tries to stop moving his hand into place, she says, "More, Sam, please," so he pushes it the rest of the way in and holds it steady, letting her grind her clit against his wrist, until she rolls her hips against his hand again and shudders.

 There's another gush of wet around his fingers, seeping through between them, and when he looks directly at her, her hair is caught in the sweat on her face. She's grinning. "My turn," she says, so he slowly starts to take his fist out – carefully; she tends to get easily overstimulated after she's come.

"You okay?" Sam asks, kissing the moisture from the corner of her eyes.

 She pulls his hand up to her face once it's entirely out and licks his fingers, never taking her gaze off of his face. "Yeah," she breathes.

 "What are you going to do?" Sam asks watching her tongue dart over his hand, mesmerized. He backs up a few steps so that she can stand on her own, but doesn't go too far, just in case she's still unsteady.

 "Dunno," she says, grinning wickedly, and still keeping one arm firmly around his shoulders, moves a hand from behind his back to show him her pretty little manicure and short, short nails. She balls her hand into a fist. "I was kind of thinking about putting this in you, now."

[aprilrludgate]

to sum up they'd just be street hustlers one rich and the other a druggie who go on a road trip and have a lot of sex

[a-canoe-christmas-blog]

For Kumpez: Warm the Lonely Nights (Kum; NC-17)

Warm the Lonely Nights Pairing: Sam/Kurt (also an uncomfortable helping of Rachel/Brody and mentions of Sam/Brittany) Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~23,000 Warnings: mentions of het sex, Taylor Swift Notes: Written for kumpez. HAY, I'M YOUR SECRET SANTA. I'm sorry. I'm sorry it's so long and... I'm sorry. MERRY CHRISTMAS. Title from "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Thank you to Kate for the second pair of eyes! Summary: Sam goes to New York for New Year's.

prompt: sam is stressed out and goes to nyc for a week to stay with kurt and rachel, who try to cheer him up by taking him around the city and having fun nights in. rachel ends up spending most of her time with brody or doing nyada/auditions related stuff (a little scene of the three of them running lines with sam doing it in a dumb voice, kurt finding it funny and rachel being outraged would be super great) so sam and kurt spend a lot of time together, and they have a long hudmel house history of almosts and there’s a lot of pent-up feelings and ust there. they go out for a night and come home drenched in rain then sam just goes for it because rachel is gone and they have sex. he freaks out in the morning and realises he’s felt so shitty because he’s always known he wasn’t straight and he’s tried his best not to do anything about it and will it away but it isn’t working. he and kurt argue and it’s heated and angry then sam cries and kisses him and they fuck again. it ends on a ‘they are eventually going to really be together in nyc’ note. i don’t have any topping or pov preferences.

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*breathes a deep sigh of relief*

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himaryan replied to your post: kumpez replied to your post: i can’t @ blaine...

Put it out there in the universe so I can add another Blaine solo to my collection (makeup)

leave me alone, don't you have a set pic to be masturbating to rn??

kumpez replied to your post: kumpez replied to your post: i can’t @ blaine...

ryan is f5ing your blog rn in the hopes you will

i thought i sensed a great evil