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this ended up a little steamier than i intended it to be. oops. :x
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“Wake up, gorgeous,” Blaine whispers by Kurt’s ear, and he smiles when Kurt’s face wrinkles up, his eyelashes fluttering.
“‘s cold,” Kurt mumbles, trying to burrow up into the sheets more than he already has, drawing them tight around his bare shoulders. Blaine rolls his eyes and slips back under the blankets with Kurt, smiling into Kurt’s hair when he tugs Blaine close and snuggles up against him. “Stay.”
Blaine rolls his eyes at the command, pressing his lips to Kurt’s temple. “You really don’t like waking up, huh?”
It’s not the first time they’ve slept together - the kind of sleeping together that involves actual sleeping, that is - but those moments are few and far between, and Blaine still isn’t used to waking up with someone warm next to him, breathing softly and trying to hog Blaine and the covers at the same time. He can’t really blame Kurt for not wanting to get up, actually.
“Mmm,” is all Kurt says, sliding his arm around Blaine’s waist and nuzzling his nose against Blaine’s collarbone.
by: mal
word count: 1,300+
summary: Kurt visits Blaine in the locker room where he’s all showered, boxing and still very, very angry. Contains frottage, top!Blaine and rimming.
I’m worried I’m never going to be over this and just exploring it in a hundred different waysso settle in while I explore it from an RPF perspective. (Yes, CrissColfer. Don’t like. Don’t read. Also it’s longer than the Klaine stuff. What does that say about me and those boys. Guh.)x
but like what if Blaine was proposing that Christmas and he doesn’t know about Rachel and Finn because they didn’t tell everyone until Valentine’s day right???
And so he proposes but he’s like:
“This engagement can last five hours, long enough for us to get to New York, or it can last five years. I just know I want to marry you, Kurt Hummel. You are the love of my life and it doesn’t matter that you’re going to be in another state next year. I will love you then, probably even more than I love you now.”
“Yes,” said Kurt. “Yes.”
“Yes?” said Blaine, barely believing it.
“Of course.”
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Everything is completely fictional.
Summary: Chris gets jealous and confronts Darren.
A/N: Things I wanted to get out, smutty CrissColfer is the result.
Warnings: Dirty talk
Title: Dreaming
Author: judearaya
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Summary: Chris has a secret fantasy that he’s only ever shared with one person. One night he wakes up to find it coming true.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: non-con in a fantasy setting.
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes
(why do i do these things omg.)
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“You hungry there, Chris?” Darren asks, laughing nervously as Chris just settles his teeth over Darren’s shoulder, through his shirt, and Lea laughs loudly in front of them.
“He bites because he cares,” she explains slowly, pulling her hair over her shoulder and combing her fingers through it.
“Is…” Darren pauses, his brain working. “Is that why you had Dianna’s fingers in your mouth the other day?” he asks Chris.
Chris spreads his lips down where his teeth are still pressed to the muscle of Darren’s shoulder. It’s kind of a creepy smile, but Darren can see all of Chris’s teeth, short and firm little points against his shirt.
“Pah,” Chris says when he finally pulls back up, smacking his lips. Darren almost shoves his sleeve up to see if there are bite marks.
“It’s a comfort thing,” Lea says with a smile, and then she’s turning her attention back to her phone and Chris is straightening his costume, humming to himself.
Darren doesn’t think it’s something he should keep talking about, so he lets it go.
summary: the morning after his party, Chris discovers what - or who - might be the best birthday present of all.
a/n: obligatory birthday fic.
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He could never remember the moment his eyes fluttered open and consciousness dawned over him. It was always a sudden realisation: I can see the world again now.
But, he thought with an audible groan as the fierce pounding of his head kicked in and his sore muscles screamed their ache, maybe he wished he couldn’t.
“Good morning to you too,” an unnervingly familiar voice laughed beside him.
Oh and now he was definitely awake.
(Source: cubbybuddies)
A Choose-Your-Own-Adventure Fic 21st Birthday Extravaganza
so, Chris is turning twenty-one, and everybody asked me for birthday fic. i put up a quick poll, hey, what genre? angst, fluff, bromance, sexual tension or smut? every genre came back with about equal votes, so i formulated a plot. oh yes. Choose Your Own Adventure.
involves ALL of the genres above, seven stories (or pieces) in total. read one, read them all, entirely up to you.
ranges from PG rated to NC-17 (there is a warning for that piece, i believe it says “smutty smut smut”), and includes soundtrack notes and downloads.
ENJOY.
while we’re reminiscing, dear god i can’t believe it was a year ago. but it remains the most fun i’ve ever had writing a fic in this fandom goddamn
(Source: shotgunanderson)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: semi-public sex, exhibitionist!Kurt, frottage, dirty talk, gratuitous ass-grabbing, cheesy Ancient Greek pick-up lines
Word Count: 2,042
Summary: Wherein Blaine, in being annoying as fuck, persuades Kurt make unique use of their free work period in the McKinley High library.
anon prompted: Kurt and Blaine tape themselves during sex.
It was Blaine’s idea. Of course it was Blaine’s idea.
But it didn’t take much to convince Kurt to let Blaine tape them, a few promises of “it’ll be so hot” and “I’ll make you a copy”.
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Blaine’s camera is small and sleek, silver and fitting into the palm of his hand, the battery fully charged.
He had filmed when Kurt went down on him, lips red and stretching wide around his dick.
He had filmed when he fingered Kurt open, fingers dipping in passed his second knuckle.
Now he has Kurt on all fours, elbows and and knees digging into the mattress.
i think i made the pov veer slightly from what you prompted but i hope you still enjoy this, bb!
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Kurt pulls his sunglasses off and tucks them into his coat pocket, stepping into the garage. The familiar smell hits him like, well, a truck - oil and grease and the sharp smell of metal and tools, mixed with the fainter smell of coffee coming from his dad’s old office.
Kurt knows his dad still tries to spend a few days of the week here, even with his political duties, so he figures he has a better chance of finding Burt here than at home.
(He thought about going to see Blaine first, but he had no idea if Blaine would be at home or still at McKinley doing after-school stuff, so his plan to surprise Blaine can wait a bit.)
“Dad?” Kurt calls out, waving hi to a few of the workers he’s known for years. “Dad, I got back early and—”
There’s a loud thud nearby, quickly followed by a muffled, “Ow!” Kurt startles, stepping back to avoid collision when the layboard under a nearby car goes wheeling by.
(a little birthday fic for Kerry. She’s an amazing person and I am so glad that we’ve become friends. Happy birthday! Love you!)
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Kurt’s room is warm, spring turning quickly into summer, their bodies throwing off heat and sweat. Their skin sticks together everywhere they touch, the front of Kurt’s legs against the back of Blaine’s thighs as he presses inside, overheated and dizzy. The sweat gleaming off of Blaine’s back looks amazing, catching in the curves and pooling just a little in the small of his bent back.
They don’t do it like this often, on all fours and Kurt pushing into Blaine, at least not lately. It’s been face to face for the past few weeks; kissing and touching and grabbing and whispers of “I love you”. Remembering every detail of the other’s face before they’re separated for months.
But Blaine had showed up at Kurt’s still in his gym clothes, tight white tank top paper thin and clinging to his chest and waist.
“I know,” Kurt says between frantic, hungry kisses, “that I should be,” kiss ”catching up with,” kiss ”everyone else, but—”
“Never leave me,” Blaine rasps, his voice gone desperate and rough enough that it sounds like it’s about to break, and Kurt squeezes his eyes shut and surges forward harder, lips sliding and dragging wetly over Blaine’s.
Blaine falls back onto the bed and Kurt follows, surrounded by the smell of home and Blaine and the sweet way Blaine sucks at Kurt’s lip, breathing out a shaky moan between them while Kurt kisses Blaine’s mouth again and again.
He never wants to leave again, ever, even though he knows he’s just home for the weekend. Blaine doesn’t exactly look like he’s going to let go of the back of Kurt’s shirt, where his hands are fisted into the material and clinging, any time soon, either.
“Blaine, we should—” Kurt gasps, pulling away, and he chokes out a laugh when Blaine tries to find his lips again, pouting when he realizes Kurt wants to talk. “Breathe, baby.”
Blaine nods, smiling sheepishly but still giving Kurt those big, watery eyes that break Kurt’s heart. Kurt can’t stand it so he hugs Blaine close, tucking his chin over Blaine’s shoulder while Blaine talks.
