Prompt fill: You Have Me (NC-17)

(Can also be read at the AO3)

Blaine loves being fucked. He loves being held down, loves to let Kurt take charge, trusts Kurt to make him feel good, because he always does. They don’t do it like this every time. But one of them in New York and one still in Ohio, they only see each other every other weekend if at all, and usually, by the time he steps off the plane, Blaine just … needs. He needs Kurt to pin him down and do to him whatever he wants and make him feel amazing, claiming him. He needs Kurt to need him like that.

Except this time, he doesn’t know - they haven’t seen each other in three weeks and things have been so busy and all of last week they kept missing each other’s calls and Blaine is desperate. He’s desperate for Kurt, to see him, to hold him, to kiss him, to just be with him and breathe him in and remember that it’s not much longer; he’ll be in New York too, very soon, and they’ll see each other all the time.

But right now, it’s been three weeks and when he pushes his way through the crowd of people and suddenly sees him, he has no choice but to drop his bags, run the last few feet into his arms and kiss him right then and there like his life depends on it.

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I drew porn. Again. This one is for Noe’s birthday

"Out of Breath" - Kurt/Blaine

“Shh,” Kurt hisses, then giggles, burying his face against the crook of Blaine’s neck.  They’ve been in the bathroom for a while now, brushing their teeth and washing their hands and trying desperately to shake off the buzz of the alcohol that’s been making them trip all over each other since they walked home from the bar.

Blaine is in New York and Blaine is living with them and Blaine sleeps in his bed at night and his life is the best life ever.  Blaine still loves him, and he still loves Blaine, and that is all he needs, okay?  All.  Life is awesome, and can only get awesomer.  Awesomest?

Blaine laughs into his shirt and he guesses he’s been saying all of this shit aloud because Blaine is really very amused, shaking with the effort of quieting down.  As the drinks leave their system Kurt has gotten progressively more bendy and Blaine has gotten progressively more handsy.

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The Locker Room Rule (Klaine, NC-17)

Title: The Locker Room Rule Rating: NC-17 Summary/Notes: 1124 words. For Sam, who asked for “Kurt watches Blaine change in the locker room” fic. It’s a little different than I thought it would be when I started writing it but hey look it’s done awesome show great job!

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Taking the subway in the summer is possibly Kurt’s least favorite thing to do—the ride to his and Blaine’s apartment is usually twenty minutes from where Kurt works, and today, before the doors have even fully closed, Kurt feels the sweat begin to bead and stick his shirt to his back. Two other men press close, stuffy in heavy work suits, and Kurt grabs onto the bar just above his head, resting his forehead on the crook of his arm as he tries not to think or breathe too deeply.

The stairwell of his apartment is slightly cooler, though it still reeks with the sour stench New York has the tendency to get this late in the summer. He unbuttons his jacket and drapes it over his arm as he ascends the steps, thinking of blissfully cool air conditioning and a cool gazpacho dinner, of Blaine there to kiss him good evening and pour him a glass of wine.

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Spanking Fic!

Paring: Kurt/Blaine

Rating: R

Warnings: spanking and um… some biting

Length: ~3500 words

Notes: Started this aaaages ago, deleted most of it, redid it tonight. slightestwind was lovely as usual and looked it over for me quickly, any remaining mistakes are mine and you’re free to let me know about them if they bug you :D

It starts completely by accident.

But perhaps that’s not exactly right.

Blaine becomes aware of it completely by accident.

It’s not like he was searching out new and exciting ways to be a pervert.

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by: mal

a/n: written because of Blaine’s insinuation that they were together on Christmas, and also this prompt.

“Kurt,” Blaine finally gasped, breaking the would-be silence of the frighteningly echo-y apartment. He couldn’t help it though. He had always been loud in the past, and it just felt too amazing to keep between tight lips.

It also might have been for the fact that he was so blessed to be even able to utter Kurt’s name like that again; it was almost too good to be true. Kurt, however didn’t find the sentiment in the moment. He was stern.

“Shhh,” Kurt hissed, digging his nails roughly into the fleshy part of Blaine’s ass, ceasing his movements. “You can’t wake him up!”

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fic: i'm not much a poet, but a criminal

~3,000k

“No one’s gonna hear us.” A corner of Kurt’s mouth twists up into a sneer and he looks down at the sweating, cowering man forced to kneel in the dirt at his feet. At the change in the shadow cast over him the man looks up, face streaked with tears and dust, the gag still fitted into his mouth and secured around the back of his head. Their eyes meet, cold, calculating blue on terrified mottled-green brown, and Kurt speaks his next words directly to him, making each syllable as sharp as the Fixation Bowie that’s stashed in the trunk. “But I do have a soft spot for gas-powered semi-automatics, and I’m sure this scum-sucking asshole would look better with the ground under him painted red. I actually think it would make him have a contribution to the world, now that I think about it, by prettying up this monochromatic landscape.”

I mentioned that I wanted to write Kurt and Blaine knowing their way around a gun; Kendra suggested a Bonnie and Clyde-esque situation where they go around America murdering homophobes and douchebags. and then this was born. full warnings under the cut!

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ficlet: i never want you to go because i am all yours

~1,200k

“God, Kurt, fuck, baby, please…Jesus, put it back in, put it back in—oh god.” Blaine’s voice is a broken, wrecked sob, loud and harsh and echoing in the room. He’s on hands and knees on the bed, thighs spread so wide they’re trembling, his cock and balls heavy and hanging between his legs. Kurt’s hands are tight on his hips, fingers bent to dig in slightly, and he keeps the head of his cock scant inches from Blaine’s quivering, lube-slick hole.

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“I knew I shouldn’t have let you drink this much.”

“Don’t act like you’re—like you’re not right there with me.”

“Blaine, oh my god,” Kurt giggles, “you are so drunk, sweetie. I think it’s time to stop before we get completely wasted and really regret it tomorrow.”

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The distance seems to have been fatal for Blaine and Kurt. But for Darren Criss, this break was inevitable… The fan’s favorite darling recently confirmed his incredible talent in the Grease tribute, and it all comes to show that the rest of the season will be rich for him in courageous numbers…

Interviewer: “How did you react when you found out about the break-up between Blaine and Kurt?”

Darren: “I was obviously surprised, but I thought it was an excellent idea so that their relationship doesn’t stay at a stand-still and gets boring. Actually, what worried me the most was the way the separation was brought on. I didn’t want, in this story, for there to be a bad guy and that the other guy ends up free of blame. Because that’s not what happens in real life: when two characters break-up, in general, the blame is shared…”

Interviewer: “But, in the story, it’s still Blaine that cheated on Kurt…”

Darren: “Indeed. But Blaine felt abandoned by Kurt. The separation ended up having an ending effect on their story, which is normal. I don’t believe in long-distance relationships. For me, they’re bound to fail. “Out of sight, out of mind”, an anequdote that unfortunately often ends up true.”

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