Klaine fic: Warm Down

legallyblained:

really sweaty post-exercise sex? i don’t even know any more ok

warnings for barebacking and um penises idk

“I’m pretty sure… if we pant a little louder… New Jersey will hear us,” Kurt rasps, barely having enough energy to slide the door closed before he flops down onto the couch. “Remind me, honey, why… is exercise… a thing?”

Blaine doesn’t sit next to him. He doesn’t sit at all. He isn’t even standing still.

“God, that was amazing. Just when I think I’m used to being here, when I think I’m over New York, God that view-” Blaine says, barely stopping for breath, still jogging on the damn spot, “it’ll never get old. I’ll never stop being amazed by this city and the fact that I live here and that I live here with you, that I can just kiss you in the street and nobody cares-”

“Blaine, not that this isn’t just delightful, but what are you talking about? How are you still going?”

“Can’t stop, Kurt, too much adrenaline-”

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If You Can Wake Up The Day Before Your Wedding And Still Be Madly In Love With Your Fiancé, You Guys Are Gonna Make it.

knittywriter:

Title: If You Can Wake Up The Day Before Your Wedding And Still Be Madly In Love With Your Fiancé, You Guys Are Gonna Make It.

Author: Knittywriter

Rating: NC17

Notes: Written for the Klaine Wedding Mini-Bang Challenge on LJ, on a prompt by Riku.

(I’m not supposed to post this until tomorrow, but I don’t know when I’ll get back to my computer. So, *rotating chicken of non-regret here* — I hope it’s better to get it early than not at all!)

With many thanks and loves and cheeseburgers to Stjimmyjazz for being an amazing beta — truly one of the loveliest editing experiences I’ve ever had!

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Good morning, Kurt!

Five days until your big day!!

Let’s get cracking!

Here is your to-do list for today:

–    Brunch with the aunts. (10am, hotel cafe. Alarm and 1 reminder set. Click here to modify_

• Final meeting with day-of minders (2pm, Cafe Des Artistes. Alarm and 2 reminders set. Click here to modify)

• 12:30 reminder phone calls to day-of minders (Santana, Tina) (Alarm set. Click here to modify.

Don’t forget to stay hydrated! Proper hydration beforehand is a key element to maintaining wedding day Pep In Your Step!

Have a great day, Kurt!

-Avery

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Unsubscribe from reminders.

Avery.com, the To-Do List app that you control! Link and sync calendars, manage and assign tasks, maintain groups and track accomplishments — with Avery.com, you can do it all!

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Fic: Shelter - Kurt/Blaine AU (1/2)

alittledizzy:

Fic: Shelter (1/2)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 16.4k
Summary: Kurt loses both of his parents before the age of twelve. Blaine knows as soon as he sees Kurt that this is the kid he wants to help. 
Notes/Warnings: Age difference (32/17 before anything happens). This is a fill for a glee-kink-meme prompt that asked for pseudo incest. Blaine is Kurt’s foster parent. Part two will be posted Sunday, May 12. This is technically unbeta’d, since I was just posting to the GKM as I went, but I definitely have to give Mav props for making sure I stayed motivated on it! 

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thirteen. 

kurt

Kurt is eight when his mother dies, and ten when his father has a heart attack.

He survives the first one, but not the second barely a year later.

He’s eleven when he gets put into foster care. He spends the most miserable year of his life being mocked and ridiculed by his foster siblings, having his things stolen, his clothes ruined, everything about him picked apart. He’s in a new school district and no one wants to be friends with the chubby-cheeked boy that sounds like a girl and enjoys craft time more than kickball at recess.

Kurt knows that no one is going to want to adopt him. He knows that he’s not the kind of kid anyone wants.

He’s a freak.

He’s a fag.

He’d be better off dead.

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Fic: Underneath Your Skin 6/6 (Chris Colfer/Darren Criss)

alittledizzy:

Title: Underneath Your Skin (6/6)
Authors: alittledizzy, savvymavvy
Rating: NC-17 / Mature
Pairing: Chris Colfer/Darren Criss
Word Count: 11122 / 65000
Summary: Soon to be high school graduate Chris makes an unlikely connection over the internet.
Warnings: Underage (17, almost 18), light D/s
Notes: This is a completed fic. Chapters will be posted one a day for six days. Thanks to portraitofemmy for excellent beta reading and commentary along the way. This story is probably one of the things we’ve had the most fun writing in a while, so I hope you guys like it, too. :) 

Read chapter 6 on AO3
Previous chapters on tumblr 

The credits play out on the screen and Darren nudges gently at Chris, unsure if he’s fallen asleep at all or not. It’s been awhile since either of them have said anything, just enjoying the movie with each other, their limbs tangled together and Darren breathing in the aftershave with his nose buried in Chris’s neck.

Chris is half-asleep - pleasantly drifting with his face in Darren’s curls and one arm wrapped around Darren. His breathing is slow and even but he’s peripherally aware of the movie ending. It’s just not quite enough motivation for him to move.

Darren nuzzles in closer, lifting his thigh up higher to wrap around Chris. “I have the next one too,” he says quietly as he kisses up and down his neck.

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“Fresh Start” — Chris/Darren

missbeizy:

For the anon who requested “college Crisscolfer where Chris finds Darren really annoying at first until he finally gets under his skin”.  Also, dragontamerblaine, the CC smutty stuff you asked for is in here.  ;)

Warnings for: very brief recreational drug use (blink and you’ll miss it) and a wee bit of rough sex (toppy!Chris, but it’s not the focus).

The duet they sing is “Looking for Romance (I Bring You a Song)” from Bambi.  :)

“You think you’re real hot shit, don’t you?” are the first words that Chris says to Darren.

It’s—not exactly the most promising start.  At least, it isn’t the way that Darren had hoped to finally meet the adorable, dorky looking kid from down the hall with the Chewbacca backpack and the Marvel comics t-shirts.

It doesn’t really help matters that Darren is about twenty percent unintentional asshole and eighty percent eager to please, because his reply, instead of being “no I am actually pretty fucking cool, what’s up?” or “your hair looks like you slept funny this morning, hi my name is Darren,” is a slightly offended, “Well fuck you very much!” with a matching grin that completely contradicts his tone.

Yeah.  He fucking wins at first impressions.

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fic: marry me today and every day

chriscolfuck:

Inspired by this (not au) gifset

“Okay, we are going up to the hotel to check that all the sound systems are in place and so on,” Tina says from the front seat, kicking off the trainers she drove in and working her heels onto her feet. “You two stay out of trouble, and do not come up there until someone comes down to get you, because we’re making it perfect and putting the finishing touches on the roses and fairy lights.”

“Don’t worry, we’re quite happy here,” Blaine says, glancing suggestively at Kurt, and Santana rolls her eyes as she climbs out of the passenger side, and they both watch their maids of honour walk up to the church and disappear inside.

Blaine’s lips are immediately on Kurt’s, and he doesn’t give a damn whether it’s trashy to make out in the back of a hired car fifteen minutes before the start of their own wedding, because it’s the first decent length of time they’ve managed to snatch alone all week, what with the last-minute wedding preparations and the sheer number of people sleeping on their floors and pull-out sofa beds and in their spare bedroom. Kurt gasps out Blaine’s name against his lips, but pushes himself up and says, “Blaine, these suits were expensive and I don’t have a change of clothes, we absolutely cannot ruin these.”

“So, we’ll cool down in a minute,” Blaine whispers, voice rough and so utterly delicious that Kurt can’t stop himself from kissing him again, desperately working his tie loose and unbuttoning his shirt. “God, I’ve missed this so much. Not even a slightly heated kiss for a week, Kurt. A week.”

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“Sweet Rain” - Kurt/Blaine

missbeizy:

pureklaination requested “domestic!kink. a saturday morning spent in bed, trading kisses”.

“No,” Blaine groans, rolling over and pawing Kurt’s pajama-clad legs all the way across the bed. “No, no, no, come on—”

“We said we’d try that new jogging path this weekend,” Kurt shoots back, frowning.

Of course, they’d said that.  But it’s drizzly and gray outside and there isn’t anything that Blaine wants more than to roll over into Kurt’s warm body and let his mind drift.  

He rolls over onto his stomach, watching Kurt stand up.  For the most part, the designer label silk pajamas have gone the way of organic groceries—they’re both college students and anything else would just be impractical.  

There’s just something about Kurt in loose sweatpants and one of Blaine’s t-shirts riding up the small of his back that makes Blaine want to rip it off with his teeth.

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“Every Breath You Take” - Kurt/Blaine

For klaineandbiscuits who requested “Klaine as actors sharing a dressing room.  Kurt needs assistance with the corset-like component of his costume and Blaine is more than happy to oblige.” 

This turned into a D/S BDSM thing with sub!Kurt and dom!Blaine.  Warnings for: light breathplay, face-fucking, restraint, and sex that’s a little rougher than normal.

“It’ll look good on your resume, they said,” Kurt huffs, yanking the stiff-backed corset around his waist. “It’ll make you look diverse, it’s an excellent company, they said.  Would it’ve killed them to hire a few extra stage hands?” 

Blaine is putting the last minute touches on his blush, stockings and tunic already in place. “Let me guess: it was her kids this time?”

“God, no, I don’t mind when it’s her kids, this time it was her alcoholism which, let me tell you, I have less sympathy for,” Kurt rattles off, adjusting his wig. “Shit.  Can you give me a hand?  They were going to send Steven back but then a fuse on the lighting panel blew and they needed him to crawl behind the—” He huffs. “Calming down.  I promise.  Sorry.  Help?”

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smutty klaine one shot :D

beautifulwhatsyourhurry:

Title: ACUs and Missing You

Pairing: Klaine

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Deployments can be very difficult, but the homecoming sex is totally hot. Soldier!Blaine, Civilian!Kurt.

Length: 2,294 Words

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          “I am going to spend the next two weeks with my ass plastered to this couch,” Blaine sighs loudly, dropping his standard issue military duffle on the floor, hat on the coffee table, and collapsing onto their sofa.

His eyes fall closed and Kurt rolls his eyes, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the wall hook just inside the door.

            “I know you’ve been gone a while, but just a reminder: this isn’t the desert and if you put those god awful boots on that couch, I will shoot you myself,” Kurt says.

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colfhummel:

Kurt/Blaine, NC-17

My take on what happened in the hotel room in 4x14 (◡‿◡✿)

(warnings: barebacking, dirty talk)

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endofadream:

anonymous prompted: the first time blaine rides kurt. and he gets embarassed when his legs get tired so kurt sits up and starts to fuck into him faster and harder and blaine clings to his shoulders as he cries out cause this is so much better cause his cock can rub against his stomach and kurts pounding into his sweet spot over and over again.

(part of the “awkward firsts” ‘verse)

Blaine’s pants are halfway down his legs when Kurt kisses him, slick and dirty, and breathes, “Ride me.”

Blaine’s heart stutters in his chest, and it takes him a moment to regain his bearings. It hasn’t clicked, not yet, what Kurt has said. He lets himself be manhandled, his pants drug off completely as Kurt hefts him up and over, his thighs spread around Kurt’s hips. It’s only once Kurt slides his hand down Blaine’s back, fingers wriggling under the waistband of his briefs to cup his ass and squeeze, that it finally does with a jolt of realization and arousal so strong he’s left thrumming and trembling with it.

“Oh god,” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes.”

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Too Late: Chapter 8: Mysteries

zavocado:

Title: Too Late

Rating: PG-13, eventual M (language, sexual themes, homophobia, mild mentions of alcoholism, violence, harassment  severe bullying, near death situations, discussions of actual deaths, references and discussion of murder, physical assault… I think that’s it for now. More will be added if needed)

Word Count: ~5,600/???,??? (its gonna be long, okay)

Summary: When Blaine came out at sixteen, everything changed. Fifty years in the future, sixteen year old Kurt is still hiding himself away, lost in the misery of a friendless high school life with only the memories of a dark-haired, kind boy who helped him when his mother died. A story of lost chances, saviors, and how love transcends the limits of Time. dead!Blaine (no he isn’t a zombie or anything creepy), soulmates!Klaine, AU

Fanfiction.net l ScarvesandCoffee l AO3

Sotto Voce: Epilogue

girliesportsjunkie:

UNCORKED

Kurt Hummel, Taste Wine Editor

In The End, A Glass Full

It’s a funny thing, wine.

We break bread with it. We toast weddings and anniversaries with it. We honor global treaties with it.

Wine is so much more than a simple drink. It’s a statement, an accent mark, a punctuation to a sentence.

It can complement a meal. It can serve as pretense. It melds science, culture, and even art.

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Sotto Voce, Chapter 22

girliesportsjunkie:

The Sonoma Renaissance was a far cry from AmeriSuites. From the grapevine sculptures of its foyer to its well-stocked wine bar and private spa, the hotel dripped with laid-back elegance.

It also wasn’t home.

Kurt had checked in to a junior suite, rationalizing that six months of living rent-free had more than saved the Taste budget enough to pay for the upgraded accommodations, at least for a few weeks. After that, he hoped to talk Quinn into cutting the assignment short and letting him return to New York before spring.

The sooner the better, he reasoned.

 

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This is the final regular chapter of Sotto Voce. I will be posting an epilogue and some bonus material this week, either tomorrow or Tuesday. Thanks so much for reading and for the notes. I hope you’ve enjoyed it.

Cheers,

Girlie

“Mind if I Move in Closer” - Kurt/Blaine

missbeizy:

Uh, fluff.  Not quite sure where this came from.  :)  Kurt and Blaine reminisce about “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.

Kurt circles the posh leather sofa with a fond, faraway look in his eyes. “Oh my god, I feel like—has this place shrunk?”

Blaine laughs, hands in his pockets, and completes a turn around the Dalton choir room.  Their voices echo off of the high ceiling. “I don’t think I’ve grown that much taller, but you sure have.” He shrugs. “I guess when you’ve lived in New York City a place like this seems kind of small.”

Maybe, Kurt thinks.

“I dunno,” he replies.  It’s easy to brush it off like that, but he has some very fond memories of Dalton.  Fond enough to bring them back here to plan their engagement party.  They’ve rented the lobby and the main ballroom for the big event. “This place was a refuge, for a short but very necessary time in my life.”

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