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.”
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.
this is just a slightly porny drabble about Kurt’s love for Blaine’s belly, set a little bit after TFT ♥
NC-17 for blowjobs and mild comeplay
“Do you ever get self-conscious about your belly?” Kurt asks, and Blaine glances down to where Kurt’s cheek is pillowed on the soft part of his stomach, the slight bump that surrounds his navel and stubbornly persists no matter how many crunches he does. Kurt looks peaceful and unfairly gorgeous like this, shoulders bare and eyelashes brushing his cheeks when he blinks, and it takes Blaine a second to answer.
“Are- are you— I mean, should I be?”
“Oh, no!” Kurt says immediately, sitting up. “I probably didn’t phrase that right, did I? Sorry, my mind is still…” Kurt trails off, but his eyes are bright, mischievous. “It takes a while for my brain to start working again, you know. After.”
“I know that feeling well,” Blaine says hoarsely.
“So now that we’re alone…” Blaine says, crawling forward on the bed, and Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, feigning an innocent look as Blaine all but faceplants into Kurt’s lap, nuzzling shamelessly against the bulge at the front of Kurt’s mint-colored pants.
“Please let me peel these pants off you, Kurt, god,” Blaine groans, using his thumb to trace the shape of Kurt’s hard-on through his jeans, where it’s straining obscenely under the stiff material. “It’s been hell, staring at you all night.”
Title: Ready or Not
Word Count: 54,000 (15 chapters)
Summary: Blaine needs to find a dom to keep him healthy, but he ignores the signs of his oncoming Sickness. When things become desperate at the Sectionals competition, Kurt agrees to help, but the emotional consequences of their encounter are more than they ever expected.
Warnings: Dubious Consent, sex with a stranger (Kurt and Blaine, but they’ve never met before), secondhand embarrassment, D/s universe. To read more about the dubious consent aspects of this story, click here, but be warned that the link contains spoilers for the fic, so I suggest not reading the post unless you are worried that the dub-con elements might trigger you.
Beta readers: judearaya, podklb, lurkdusoleil — Thank you all for your awesome help!
*So the “Dirty Cute” line struck me as oddly specific and kind of awkward…until it didn’t. It really didn’t. Set a few weeks after 03x05*
They’re just going to the mall. Or at least, they’re supposed to be going to the mall. That is if they ever actually leave Kurt’s house. When Blaine had arrived at 10am sharp, as requested, Kurt was still in his room fussing over various vest choices and whether or not to wear a scarf. Blaine settled himself on the edge of Kurt’s bed to wait - he himself had gone back and forth for fifteen minutes about wearing a skinny or bow tie while getting ready this morning.
Finally, after seven vest switches and nixing a scarf for a purple pocket square, Kurt looks relatively satisfied and smiles at Blaine’s reflection in the mirror.
“How do I look?” Blaine smiles back.
“You look cute,” he assures with a nod. Kurt frowns and looks at himself in the mirror again, groaning slightly. Blaine’s reflection raises an eyebrow at Kurt in the mirror. Kurt wrinkles his nose.
“I don’t want to look ‘cute’.” Blaine tilts his head to the side in question. Kurt swallows. ”Well, I don’t want to look just cute. I want to look hot-cute, sexy-cute…” Kurt frowns at himself again in the mirror, pulling out the pocket square before closing his eyes and flopping down backwards onto the bed, next to Blaine.
“Rip-off-our-clothes-and-get-dirty’-cute?” Blaine asks, a grin pulling at his lips. Kurt swallows, the tips of his ears going a little pink.
“Yes,” Kurt agrees, keeping his eyes closed, a pout on his lips. He doesn’t notice when Blaine slides off the bed and settles between Kurt’s open legs until Blaine starts popping the buttons on his jeans. “Blaine!” he squeaks incredulously.
“Kurt, you definitely look Dirty-Cute,” is all Blaine gets out before his lips start to mouth at the outline of Kurt’s cock through his underwear.
Anonymous asked: prompt: blaine giving kurt a lap dance that starts jokey but then turns sexy
futurefic. rated R for frottage.
“You mean to tell me, Kurt Hummel,” Blaine says slowly, dragging Kurt’s chair away from the kitchen table while Kurt laughs, covering his smile with one hand as Blaine settles over his lap, “that you’ve thought about having beefy male strippers at our joint bachelor party? You, my handsome fiance who swears up and down that I’m the hottest man in his life—”
Kurt stops laughing to roll his eyes, grabbing Blaine’s ass and dragging him closer until Blaine’s sitting fully on his lap. “You are the hottest man in my life, Blaine Anderson. And I find it hard to believe you wouldn’t enjoy male strippers yourself, but I still don’t know why you’re bothered by this. It’s standard bachelor party entertainment.”
“We’re not finishing dessert,” Blaine says, sliding off Kurt’s lap and yanking his shirt off over his head, “until you admit I’m all the male stripper you need.”
A little reaction ficlet — takes place during 4x22, after Blaine has spoken to others besides Burt about his proposal idea.
Blaine feels a little guilty for calling Cooper almost as a last resort, but he’s so tired of all the negativity, of everyone telling him he’s crazy, and he really needs his big brother right now. He needs his grandiose ideas and his tireless enthusiasm. He needs someone to tell him to go for it, even if it is a little bit nuts. Isn’t love supposed to be a little bit nuts?
He fidgets with the corner of his duvet as he waits for Cooper to pick up the phone, running the edge between his fingers and twisting it, thumb picking at the stitching. He lets out a sigh and lifts the phone away from his ear, ready to disconnect when he hears the tinny sound of Cooper’s voice greeting him.
“Blainey! Sorry, buddy, I was in the shower.”
“Hey, Coop. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.”
“Don’t be silly! When do I not want to talk to my baby brother? What’s up?”
Blaine drops the blanket back to the side of the bed and sits up, scooting back until he’s sitting against the headboard. He takes a deep breath. “It’s kind of… Well, it’s important to me. I need to talk to someone. I need some… advice, I guess?”