Anonymous asked: Nyahh, I want Cooper-walking-in-on!Klaine~
They have no reason to think they’re not home alone, and like any other horny teenage couple, they’re taking advantage of that fact.
“Harder,” Kurt gasps, and Blaine looks up from where his cock is disappearing into Kurt’s ass (even though it’s really hard to look away), watching Kurt’s head duck down between his shoulders, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly underneath him.
fic: Nocturne (Kurt/Blaine; PG-13)
Just a little thing that wouldn’t leave my head. Let’s see… futurefic, domesticity kink. Brief references to boys doing dirty things to each other. That’s about it. ~1300 words, enjoy ♥He tries to be so quiet, but Blaine always knows.
“Kurt?” Every time, his name comes out slurred by sleep, soft, hopeful, adorable. “Hey, babe.” That’s usually more muffled, because Blaine has dropped his head back into the pillow, but Kurt can still make it out.
“It’s me.” He says it from the kitchen most nights, but sometimes he goes straight to their bedroom door so Blaine can hear it better, unencumbered by walls, then goes back to set down his things and peel off his coat and scarf.
“Breaking Fast” - Kurt/Blaine
For the anon who requested “Kurt and Blaine living in the Bushwick apartment and desperately trying to have sex without getting interrupted? Then then loads of dirty talk when they finally get to be completely alone” as well as the anon who wanted “size!kink? the idea of the both of them getting like really turned on due to how tiny and compact blaine is”.
Blaine moving to New York after they get back together and he gets into NYU: best idea ever.
Blaine moving into the loft: not the best idea ever.
Kurt had had so many fantasies of the two of them living together. No matter how much or how little space they might end up with he’d imagined neat, shared spaces full of light, windows that would catch the morning sun, and tasteful decor in ever-changing seasonal colors and theme.
He’d put together no less than twelve swatch boards, three for each season, and had them ready for Blaine to choose between (they would have an engaging yet brief debate that would end with Blaine agreeing with him, naturally). He’d scoured flea markets and estate sales for personality-filled knick-knacks. He’d put his Summer wardrobe into storage just to make room for Blaine’s clothes, at the expense of maintaining access to his Vivienne Westwood accessories.
Klaine, NC-17
Where Kurt and Blaine discover a few things. Warnings for pregnancy kink and fluff. Klaine set before season four.
“Do you want kids?”
Kurt doesn’t answer and keeps pushing Blaine’s shirt up, peppering small kisses up his chest. Blaine gasps as Kurt licks leisurely at his nipple, sucking hard until Blaine’s hands fly into his hair, his body writhing beneath Kurt’s mouth.
“Kurt,” he pleads, a hitch in his breath. “Come on, I’m being serious.”
if kurt and blaine get married is someone going to stand in for kurt when they exchange vows
“Cooper…” Blaine sighed. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at his brother as Cooper pushed Kurt to the side. Kurt nearly knocks Finn over, who had at some point fallen asleep on his feet.
Cooper ignored Kurt’s muffled protests and pursed his lips at Blaine. “We need to get this right Blainey,” he insisted, taking Blaine’s hands into his own, “While I don’t even think actors such as ourselves should even need rehearsals, we’re going to make sure this goes perfectly tomorrow.”
“It’s tradition and it will,” Blaine replied confidently. “I knew you were going to do something like this. This is why people have rehearsals.” He tugged on his hands and glared at Cooper when the older man didn’t release his hands.
“Don’t look at your scene partner.”
“It’s a wedding,” Kurt deadpanned, “We’re going to be looking at each other.”
Blaine smiled at Kurt from around Cooper’s shoulder. “Like we’ll be the only two in the room.”
Cooper shook Blaine’s hands. “Focus squirt!”
Kurt moved to stand between the two brothers, “Cooper, enough.”
Everyone ignored Santana’s whisper of “Andersandwich. Wanky.”
“This is Kurt and I’s wedding Coop,” Blaine said softly, “We’ve got this.”
Cooper’s lip wavered and he squeezed Blaine’s hands tightly. “Not… not until you tell me you know where all the cameras are going to be during the vows.”
“I do.”
“BLAINE.”
“I don’t?”
Santana cackled from her position in the groom’s party.
Sam raised an eyebrow, “Is that legal?”
Finn looked appropriately confused. He leaned against Kurt and asked, “Did Blaine just marry his brother?”
“Or Dare” - Kurt/Blaine
For the anon who requested “ND party, they’re all playing truth or dare and someone dares Kurt to make Blaine come. Kurt is reluctant because of PDA but some ND guy makes a joke about roles or masculinity and Blaine goes all white knight and Kurt gets irritated so he kind of shoves him up against the wall and Blaine gets really turned on and everything else is up to you?” I think I got pretty close to all that? Not quite as exhibition-y as you probably wanted, though. ;)
“Those two are so vanilla I’m about to unleash some ice cream cones on y’all, comprende?” Santana shouts, drunk as a skunk.
Kurt rolls his eyes and adjusts his arm a little farther around Blaine’s waist. Apparently they’ve reached the Make Fun of Kurt and Blaine portion of the evening.
“Seriously. I bet they schedule that shit months in advance, position and duration and all,” she goes on, and several of the guys titter, and really—is this necessary?
Blaine frowns. “We do not!” He points. “And even if we did, it’s none of your business.”
“Oh, yeah?” Puck chuckles. “Prove it then, Hummel. Take care of your man.”
“Out of Breath” - Kurt/Blaine
gigisplanet requested: “Kurt and Blaine having quiet sex in an unexpected location while Rachel is pottering around the apartment?”
Not sure about the “quiet” part, but…here you go. ;)
“Shh,” Kurt hisses, then giggles, burying his face against the crook of Blaine’s neck. They’ve been in the bathroom for a while now, brushing their teeth and washing their hands and trying desperately to shake off the buzz of the alcohol that’s been making them trip all over each other since they walked home from the bar.
Blaine is in New York and Blaine is living with them and Blaine sleeps in his bed at night and his life is the best life ever. Blaine still loves him, and he still loves Blaine, and that is all he needs, okay? All. Life is awesome, and can only get awesomer. Awesomest?
Blaine laughs into his shirt and he guesses he’s been saying all of this shit aloud because Blaine is really very amused, shaking with the effort of quieting down. As the drinks leave their system Kurt has gotten progressively more bendy and Blaine has gotten progressively more handsy.
“Baked Fresh” - Kurt/Blaine
For the anon who requested “sunburned!Kurt, sweetiepie!Blaine Klaine smut”. A little bit of grinding/handjobs on a sunny afternoon.
“It was such a lovely shade of pink twenty minutes ago,” Kurt sighs, wincing as he shifts on his stomach. “Now I just look like under-cooked chicken.”
Blaine pushes his sunglasses up his nose and changes the playlist on his iPod, trying to find something a little softer for Kurt to par-broil by. “Better under-cooked than overcooked?” he hazards, eyebrows up, a conciliatory smile on his lips.
Personally, he thinks that crispy sun-cooked Kurt is adorable, and the way that Kurt sprawls across his towel to be very fetching.
Anonymous asked: Prompt: First time Kurt and Blaine use a gag
They’ve been making out for half an hour now, trading kisses on Kurt’s bed until they’re both breathing hard, when Blaine finally groans and starts to tug impatiently at Kurt’s shirt.
“Off,” Blaine says, almost a whine, his fingers fisted in the back of Kurt’s pajama shirt. “Off, please, just—”
“Shhh,” Kurt hushes, rolling off of Blaine and staring, wide-eyed, when Blaine starts to undress, throwing his shirt over the side of the bed. “We’re supposed to be quiet. Rachel and Santana—”
“Just forget them,” Blaine interrupts, pulling Kurt close and kissing him hard as he tugs Kurt’s shirt up and off, only breaking the kiss for a second and then surging forward again once the shirt is gone. “Need you, Kurt.”
Fic: Blaine’s the Boss … Sort of.
My first little foray into the world of fic. Cimms and Stut—ter both said it wasn’t horrible, so that was good enough for me, and I’m dipping my toe into the water.
TITLE: Blaine’s the Boss … Sort of.PAIRING: Kurt/Blaine, Early KlaineRATING: First part PG? (D/s but just a little bit). Second part M.SUMMARY: An afternoon of cookie making brings some interesting things to light.They had talked about it. Of course they had. One night during a marathon of some brainless TV show they were both half-watching, with the blue, subdued glow of the television hiding most of their blushes. They had talked about their fantasies. Their kinks. They said things without looking in each other’s eyes that they couldn’t possibly imagine ever doing. And yet. All of the things each of them mentioned that night were things they had already thought about when they were alone in the dark.Maybe someday.
But that was the thing. Blaine was not one for “someday”. He always had the attitude of “shouldn’t we be adventurous?” He had tried a million times in his mind to broach the subject with Kurt. It was something he had mentioned, but there was a big difference in talking about it while some silly reality show droned in the background, and actually acting on it.
