screencap meme → the road to el dorado + scenerygasm

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so tonight Darren took my phone onstage with him during Any of Those Things. *dead*

prompt: darren criss/theo katzman [nc-17, 4,200 words]

done for the kink meme, for the prompt of darren/theo tour bus shenanigans. :U mentions of m/ia (although not by name), and references to c/risscolfer. theo has an OFC girlfriend, but it’s consensual infidelity.

no warnings other than these are a couple of boys who aren’t really thinking before they speak. oh, and - some dirty talk. frottage. FROTTAGE. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Darren is facedown on his bunk, curtain not drawn over him because - really, it’s not like he’ll be able to sleep anyway. He wants to change positions, maybe, curl into a ball to try to sleep that way, or at least sit up to reach for his iPad, but his body is just prone enough that he can’t move it enough to feel it.

Which is why he grunts in a truly primitive fashion when he feels a distinct thud on his lower back, bowing it a little more.

“ ‘lo?” he offers, worn and sleepy. He doesn’t pick his head up, but his ears twitch when he hears Theo laugh from in front of him.

“Afternoon, soldier. For about the fifth time - you know Ricky almost gave himself a hernia trying to lift you out of that thing?”

Darren feels the flutter of his eyelashes against his sheets. He hadn’t been aware he’d even fallen asleep. “Are you calling me fat?” he murmurs, instead of that.

“Yes, always,” Theo says quickly.

“Prick.”

Theo barks a laugh. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

That one takes Darren a minute, and when he finally gets it he musters up enough energy to groan and turn over.

“Too soon, or something?”

“Or something,” Darren answers muzzily. “What’d you throw at me, anyway?”

He hears Theo crack a snicker and is immediately nervous. “Um. Superball.”

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Cause I’ll be the one to hold you when the nights are cold

FIC: Doesn't Bother Me - Kurt/Blaine/Sebastian

Title: Doesn’t Bother Me Rating: Extreme NC-17 Word Count: 4 500+ Warnings: Threesome, double penetration, over stimulation I guess. Bottom!Blaine

Summary: Sebastian invites Kurt and Blaine to Scandals, the hottest gay bar in West Lima in hope of getting in Blaine’s pants. He gets more than he bargained for when he realises that Kurt won’t give up his boyfriend. Basically just 4 thousand words of porn and gay sex.

Inside: Kurt bent his head and sucked the hot, sweaty skin of Blaine’s neck. Blaine moaned aloud and bit down harder into Kurt’s skin. Blaine then felt another mouth on his neck, on the opposite side and that’s when it hit him. Sebastian and Kurt were fighting over him; holding a silent competition about who could make Blaine unravel the fastest. 

  He wasn’t exactly sure who was winning.

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pairing: Darren Criss/Chris Colfer rating: M warnings: boypussy, rimming, oral, driking, dirty-talk (mild), fingering, barebacking Chris has a pussy. A really tight one - Darren helps with opening him up. (that´s it, that´s the plot) word-count: 6k Written for a drawing by the amazing Emily which you can find here . She allowed me to write this, so this is me thanking her again both for her porny brilliance and for letting me try this out.

I had trouble posting this here, so I made you can read the whole thing here: http://www.it-could-happen.net/viewstory.php?sid=932&chapter=1

Anyway, it was fun, you guys should let me know what you think. So that I know whether it´s worth trying again. :)

imagine your icon teaching you how to kiss

OMG

#ok those aren’t heart-eyes those are cock-eyes

“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.”

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