Drabble, Kurt/Blaine
A/N: Reaction to box scene, sort of, because apparently this is what my brain comes up with.
“Look at it Kurt, all hard and glistening, just for you.”
“God, I love when you talk dirty,” Kurt babbles, his fingers never stopping their rapid exploration.
“Just imagine touching it, running your fingers all over the smooth surface…”
“Yes, Blaine.”
“Rubbing along it over your skin, your lips; gently resting on your throat…”
“Mmmmm…”
“Or holding together that vintage silk Hermes scarf…”
“Oh god.”
“It’s the perfect length, isn’t it? Just right, two inches long. With a pin and revolver catch.”
“You guys are so weird,” Finn says from the recliner.
With a sigh Kurt clicks away from the solid gold, diamond encrusted turtle brooch and browses the other auctions. Not like he could ever afford it in a million years, anyway. Blaine doesn’t move from his spot where he’s plastered up alongside Kurt’s body on the couch, idly stroking his thigh and breathing slow and warm against his earlobe. “Someday, baby,” he whispers. Kurt turns away from the screen of his laptop to pull Blaine in for a quick, but fairly dirty, kiss. Finn clears his throat obnoxiously.
“As long as I have you, I don’t need any over-priced old jewelry,” Kurt says, resuming his browsing through the website. Blaine grins and nestles his head into Kurt’s neck.
“Me eith- oh my god,” Blaine’s voice goes so husky and desperate that Kurt shivers and has to squeeze his eyes shut. “A vintage Hamilton gold-filled railroad pocket watch!”
Kurt clicks on the details of the auction and Blaine groans, eyes wide.
“I need it Kurt, please, oh…I want it so bad.”
As Kurt reads out the details of the auction in a low murmur (extremely fine movement adjusted to heat and cold, and five positions for exceptionally accurate timekeeping,) Finn throws his hands up and stomps from the room, then up the stairs, grumbling to himself under his breath.Kurt is torn between hysterical laughter and just throwing Blaine to the floor and ravishing him already, but when Blaine lets out a high whimper at Kurt’s heated description of jeweled with 21 rubies strategically placed at key points to minimize the amount of friction experienced by the movement, he firmly decides on the latter.
hitchhikersguidetoblainesanus:
i mostly want to write blaine rimming cooper for the first time though
and cooper being like ‘hell no you’re not getting anywhere near there’ but blaine keeps begging and finally cooper agrees
and blaine’s like ‘it’s great you’ll love it’ and cooper bends over the bed with his ass sticking in the air
and blaine spreads him open and fucking goes to town and has cooper pushing back into his face and moaning and rutting against the bedspread as he adds a finger in alongside his tongue and he doesn’t even have to fucking touch him before he’s coming and wow i know what i’m writing tomorrow
hitchhikersguidetoblainesanus:
warnings: incest, barebacking, use of anti-gay slurs by a small child, violence
word count: 10,923 (sweet jesus)
(a/n: by request, i have finally started and finished a supernatural au. have fun, kids.)
title taken from “home” by phillip phillips
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“Cooper, slow down.”
No answer.
“Cooper.”
Bloody hands clenching around the steering wheel, Cooper continues to look forward as he presses the gas pedal to the floor.
Title: New Ways to Fall Apart
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing beyond 3x08
Warnings: Depression
Summary: When Blaine hits a bit of a rough patch, Kurt has to learn that they can’t handle everything on their own.
Word Count: ~2600
A/N: Title is from the song ‘We Are Young’ by Fun. A million thanks to blueb1rd for helping me whip this into shape.
Kurtbastian&Andercest
Sebastian looks from the candles on the table to Kurt, and then back again. He crosses his arms over his chest and his entire expression shuts down, except for a dark hurt that he can’t fully erase from his eyes.
‘What the hell is this?’ he says quietly.
Kurt, from where he’s standing by the fridge, makes a weak gesture at the food sitting next to the candles. His kitchen may not be the most glamorous place in the world, but he’s tried to spruce it up with some tea-lights and a bunch of flowers.
‘I made you dinner?’ he says cautiously, trying to gauge if Sebastian is really this affronted by even the smallest touch of romance.
‘I can see that,’ replies Sebastian and he clenches his jaw, looking down at the floor. ‘I can’t fucking believe you, Kurt.’
‘Excuse me?’ frowns Kurt, hurt and completely thrown by Sebastian’s reaction. He’d feared maybe Sebastian would mock him, but he doesn’t know what to make of the way Sebastian’s whole body is suddenly tight with emotion.
‘You make me dinner with… with flowers and food, you put on a nice clothes and you… I never thought you were this freaking cruel. You have a boyfriend, Kurt. Just… don’t do stuff like this, don’t pretend like we’re ever going to go anywhere. Don’t mess with me.’
Kurt understands now. His insides sink horribly and he wants to explain. I don’t have a boyfriend, I just pretend to date him because he’s awkwardly in love with his brother and I’m his best friend. It’s a convenient cover. We haven’t actually dated in years and now I’m kind of falling for you. He can’t say that, because he’s promised Blaine and Cooper. It’s too unbelievable and personal to casually say across the kitchen. Kurt is trapped by his own kindness; he is forced to watch Sebastian throw him one, last despairing look and then leave.
Title: No Use Resisting
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kurt/Sebastian
Word Count: 12,000+
Summary: When Kurt’s neighbor Sebastian suggests they do more than hang out, he thinks it’s a bad idea until it’s not.
Warning: Teen boys having messy first time sex and also messy feelings.
Author Note: A big, amazing thank you to Susan who seriously talked me through this one and it wouldn’t have been written without her cheerleading. <3
(also to get rid of hard/mixed feelings about the season 3 finale)
- Lovesong (you can find the next chapters at the end of each chapter)
- Consonance and dissonance
- Little numbers
- Started out as a feeling
- Worthless/priceless
- The Muse
- Spectrum
- Beautiful
- Sovereing
- Treasure Lust
- Don’t you know
- Hey new kid
- Nameless
- Roses in December
- Go your own way
- Floorshow
- Something different
- Where’s the smoke
- What break the chains
- Everyday
- Boys of summer
- No envy, No fear
- Family portrait
- Closer
- Significant others
- Going for Broke
- Touch me
- The luckiest
- The lima job
- Read my mind
- Undeneath and Unexplored
- Husbandly duties
Summary: Kurt and Blaine and the evening after THE afternoon (where Blaine kissed Kurt for the first time).
Rating: PG
Words: 850
He’s just turning into his driveway, an hour after Warblers’ practice, when his phone buzzes. He turns off the car, silencing the ridiculous break-up song Candles that Blaine chose for them in a gesture to be…romantic? Wow. And Kurt cannot wipe the smile off his face.
He looks at his phone. Blaine. And his cheeks flush. Because what is going on? Seriously, Kurt has just spent the entire afternoon with him - kissing him, building a bird’s casket, kissing some more, Warblers practice, and then kissing for like ten full minutes before Kurt’s dad sent a text wondering if he was coming home for dinner. Can he say that they were making out? That seems so uncouth for describing what was actually happening. But that is so what they were doing. Kurt Hummel was making out with Blaine Anderson.
Kurt unconsciously touches his hand to his lips and smiles down at his phone.
Blaine: Hi Kurt.
Kurt: Hi Blaine.
“So, how are you liking Dalton so far?”
Kurt shrugged as he set his tray down, sliding into the seat across from Blaine, who was watching him questioningly over the rim of his soda can.
“It’s… different,” he said simply, picking up his fork to push his salad around his bowl distractedly. There were a thousand things he could have said about missing his friends, his father, his own bed now that he was boarding at Dalton—he wasn’t about to drive an hour both ways each day from Lima to Westerville—but he simply shrugged again and stabbed a few pieces of lettuce onto his fork.
He heard Blaine sigh and looked up to see him giving him the same sympathetic look he’d been giving him since Kurt had first confessed about the bullying the day they’d met. It made something unpleasant curl up in his insides, made him feel… weak and pitied and he didn’t like it. He smiled nevertheless. It would wear off soon enough.
“So, Warbler practice tonight at six,” Blaine went on, Kurt grateful for the change of subject and ignoring the anxious looks Blaine cast him every few seconds. “Do you have your audition piece ready?”
“Mhmm,” Kurt said, nodding and chewing slowly on his salad. He swallowed and swiped his thumb over the corner of his mouth. “Rachel helped me, as annoying as she is.”
“Going to the competition for advice,” Blaine said, laying his hand on his chest with a look of mock affront. “How could you?”
Kurt smiled, letting out a small huff of amusement as he turned back to his salad, Blaine chuckling quietly across from him.
The sound of raucous laughter and the clatter of footsteps drew his attention to the door, where a group of five or six boys were shoving their way into the front of the line, ignoring the grumbled sounds of protest from the others, though no one put up much of a fight. They were all dressed in dark navy and red jerseys and shorts, and Kurt noticed that a few of them had cleated shoes hanging from around their necks.
Blaine made an annoyed sound and Kurt turned to see him frowning at the group, lips pursed in disapproval.
“The lacrosse team,” he said in explanation when Kurt flashed him a curious look. “They think they’re better than the rest of the school because they’ve won state three times in a row.”
“Better than you anyway,” a voice drawled from behind Kurt, who jumped and squeaked embarrassingly as he lifted his eyes to the boy who had spoken. He was tall and lean, with tan skin dotted in spots with freckles and windswept hair. It took Kurt a few seconds to realise he was dressed in a uniform like the boys in line, a lacrosse stick swung across one shoulder and a smirk turning up the corners of his lips.
Okay, so enough people have asked ‘when I’m going to finish this’ that I’m re-posting it as one piece. So, uh—good news! It’s finished! Has been for a while! Whee, smut!
Wayy too many WIPs under the cut. I have an addiction.
standard reblog, it’s changed a lot since the last one :)
Summary: Talking. Talking. Talking. (Like a lot of talking.) Blaine talks to Kurt, Kurt talks to Blaine. Kurt talks to Burt. Blaine talks to Burt. And then there’s a party.
by: mal
word count: 3,294
summary: a post-BIOTA fic I wrote in Ariane’s ask a long time ago of what goes down when Blaine sleeps over drunkenly in Kurt’s bed. Contains somnophilia, frotting and two awkward boys crazy for each other.
