nc-17, ~1900 words. written for strangesilences as part of the klaine wedding minibang! a sort of canon-inspired au in which TBU never happened (because fuck that noise) and instead kurt and blaine maintained a successful long-distance relationship during blaine’s senior…
Title: Load the Dice
Series: Klaine Games
Pairing: Klaine, brief mentions of previous non-Klaine relationships
Word Count: ~6600
Warnings/Kinks: D/s; dirty talk; spanking; rimming; body worship; mentions of multiple kinks such as humiliation, comeplay, public sex, voyeurism, non-monogamous sexual relationship, orgasm denial, overstimulation, sexual beating, marking; mentions of a previous unpleasant sexual encounter; semi-anonymous sex; blindfolding. I think that’s it!?
Summary: “Everything’s a game of chance,” Santana says, “unless you load the dice.”
A/N: Stuts and I talked about Klaine meeting through party games. So she’s writing hers, and I wrote mine, and I guess that means there’s a series of Klaine Games fics.
Thank you to Irina for making sure Kurt didn’t kiss Blaine’s cheese.
Because I said I would, and so I’m going to:
Title: That Extra Mile
Kinks: Fucking machines, oversensitivity, multiple orgasms, mild voyeurism, fun with power dynamics
Word Count: 1550-ish
Standard-Issue Short-Form Disclaimer: I do not hold copyright to Glee, make no claims to it, and am not writing this for profit. If you happen to know me in real life and you read this, don’t even try bringing it up; I will deny everything.
Summary: This is about Blaine, and what he wants.
Author’s Notes: I have no excuses for this. Of course, I have no apologies, either, so there’s that. (I do have one small clarification, though, in case people were confused by my last post on the subject — this is NOT a b!p fic. The goal was to write a fucking machine fic with no boypussy in sight. And I did. And there we are.)
I asked for prompts and got the reply: “Assemble letters into words and then words into sentences,” from foxykurt and even though I think it was mostly a joke, I rose to the challenge.
“What are you doing?”
Kurt hums against the curve of his waist, hot breath and a low vibration.
Blaine tries again. “You’re writing?”
Hand stilling against Blaine’s back, Kurt’s eyes flicker open before they close and he loops a knee over Blaine’s ankle and wriggles in close. They’re hardly well aligned, Kurt half way down the bed, sprawled across Blaine who’s lying flat on his belly, but they’re naked and sated and happy. It’s a Wednesday morning a week before school starts back and they’re in the loft, alone.
It’s the first time they are able to be like this in a long time, the first time since they got back together in Lima and tripped and stumbled back in love while family and friends whirled around them. Their first time in New York like this. Their first time of many.
“I’m—“ Kurt cuts off and the fingers of his right hand flutter across the skin of Blaine’s back. He hums again and nips, teeth sharp, at the soft skin of Blaine’s waist.
“Keep going,” Blaine breathes and Kurt’s hand resumes.
no one understands the boner this gif gives me whenever i see it
#you just go ahead and lead your boyfriend around like that #you just be tall and broad and bigger than him #and lead him around by the hand #okay #and then maybe once you’re around the corner you can back him up against the wall #and kiss his neck or something #i am just saying #it’s a thing that could happen
Anonymous asked: Kurt is Blaine’s neighbor who sometimes forgets to close his curtains and he prefers to do house chores and yoga in the nude. Kurt realizes that his cute, bashful neighbor’s eyes (the very one he has a crush on) are straying towards his windows and likes what he sees, he puts on a show. ouo
This is…sort of that.
He was really disappointed in the view, at first. All the sights and landmarks and the whole world famous skyline deal yet his very own New York apartment overlooks a dingy alleyway and the solid brick exterior of the building across from them. Not exactly ideal, but they try to make the best of it, so it’s fine. Until the day that it isn’t.
They’re trying to figure out what that ever-present puddle in the back corner of the alley is; Sam insists that it’s radioactive ooze and they should find a turtle and see what happens. Blaine’s pretty sure it’s just oil of some sort. Then he spots him. Hot Neighbor Guy. Shirtless. Cooking something that Blaine is positive must be absolutely delicious. He can just tell. He pushes Sam to the side to get a better look.
“I get complaints on Twitter that I don’t show enough [of Kurt and Blaine’s sex scenes],” Murphy says, exasperated. “It’s like, What do you want me to do? I can’t show teenagers fucking on FOX!”
—Ryan Murphy in OUT’s May 2013 issue.
FOX, the world wants you to show teenagers fucking.
I don’t think he understands.
Does he realize for Kurt and Blaine’s first time together they just showed them laying next to each other, touching fingertips, and it was a more beautiful scene than the kissing straight couple? Does he realize that the most intimate and sensual thing they’ve ever done wasn’t a kiss or teenagers fucking, it was Kurt reaching out to touch Blaine’s waist while he laid his head on Blaine’s shoulder? Does he realize that Chris and Darren just have to look at each other and it will make people think they’re intruding on some special moment only intended for two people?
He has two men who can do so much with so little. We’re not asking for them to fuck. Give us hand holding. Give us kisses on the cheek. Give us fingertips touching. We’re asking for some more interaction, that doesn’t necessarily mean fucking. Yes, we would love to find out more about Kurt and Blaine’s sex life together. But it’s not for the sex aspect of it. It’s because they love each other and we want to see how they express that together, the way we see how Finchel expresses their love by making out in the middle of the hallway. The way we see how active Brody and Rachel are with their sex life. But it doesn’t mean that’s the only way we want to see an expression of their love. Show us more of the little things and stop pushing Klaine to the background then saying we want extremes when we’d be happy just hearing Blaine mention Kurt or Kurt being the first one to say “I love you.” In the end, it’s the little things that we fall over ourselves for and make us ship them.
It wasn’t that I wanted to see SEX (except that, duh, of course, but not the point), Ryan, it was that I wanted to see intimacy…. more intimacy… all the intimacy… craving some more intimacy over here, Ryan!
Reblogging for the wise comments!