anonymous prompted: You should write a fic about powerbottom!blaine being a /thing/anonymous prompted: could u pretty please write blaine riding kurt based on the make out from this last ep?
“Blaine,” Kurt hisses, trying his best not to start laughing at the loud, unabashed groan that Blaine lets out, “be quiet.” He grips at Blaine’s hips, lifts himself up slightly off the bed as Blaine rocks down on his cock, head tossed back and hands flat on Kurt’s still-clothed chest. They’re both still mostly clothed, actually—their shirts are on, and Kurt’s pants are down to his ankles. Blaine’s are somewhere on the floor, lost and forgotten.
“Don’t care,” Blaine whines, swiveling his hips to grind, slow and languid, like their roommates aren’t thirty feet away in the kitchen with dinner almost on the table and only a flimsy, practically-transparent curtain separating them. “You feel so good.”
I want to know if I’m the only one.
Like everyday until I was 19 and felt I was old enough to speak up. And even still pretty often after that.
Daily basis. Sometimes they do it intentionally, sometimes not.
- not to be a dick
- the supernatural fandom has a gif for every damn thing
- everyone always gets offended
- ways to murder people
- survival tips in the case of being buried alive, a zombie apocalypse, and/or a regular apocalypse
- writing tips
- people do beautiful art
- fandoms are painful
- you can make friends on the internet
- history, math & science facts
Just wanted to write fluff with bonus drunk Blaine, for no particular reason.
Kurt didn’t bother looking up from his drink, swirling the ice around with the little black straw as Blaine’s breath puffed hot on the back of his neck. “Are you so drunk that you forgot my name?”
“Pshh, no…” Blaine slurred, resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “I could never forget your name. Your name is the best name. I like having it in my mouth. Kurt. Kurt. Kurt.” He drew the last one out, overemphasizing the sharp burst of the ‘t’, then giggled. “I like having other stuff in my mouth, too.”
anon prompted: klaine going to a haunted house and one of them gets scared
Blaine clutches tightly to Kurt’s hand as they walk up the stone path leading to the haunted house, Kurt squeezing it back and looking over at him.
“Stop it,” Blaine says when he sees the teasing smile on his husband’s face.
Kurt chuckles, shaking his head and tugging on his hand, pulling at Blaine’s arm to speed up his hesitant steps. “Do you realize how much the girls are going to tease you when I tell them about this?”
“I haven’t even done anything!”
“It’s okay, baby.” Kurt releases him to put his arm around Blaine’s shoulders instead, pulling him into a half-hug reassuringly. “I’ll protect you.”
Blaine can’t help but to smile at that, looking up at him with bashful eyes. “So maybe me being scared isn’t a bad thing, huh? I’ll need someone brave to hold my hand.”