waltreynlds prompted: casually quietly prompting newly married klaine living together and having fights over dumb stuff and having lots of sex and being schmoopy weenies like burt said he and kurt’s mom were when they first got married ╯ω╰
Kurt wakes up cold.
At first, he isn’t sure why: hadn’t he had the comforter on when he went to bed? He distinctly remembers having it, because Blaine knows how cold he can get at night, and—
Bleary-eyed and half awake, Kurt rolls over and finds a 500-thread-count sushi roll where his husband normally would be. Grunting, Kurt kicks at some lower half of the roll—it could be Blaine’s legs, could be his groin for all Kurt cares; no one steals his blankets—and hisses out Blaine’s name.
based off of this text post and spurred on by cheerleading on twitter (come on you knew I was going to write this at some point) warnings for mentions of daddy!kink
Hanging out in Blaine’s dorm is—it’s not weird, but it’s nice. Kurt’s never had a guy to hang out with before, especially not one who’s like him, and having Blaine is the best thing that could’ve happened to him. Blaine is always a gentleman, is always checking up on Kurt and asking if he’s okay, and Kurt loves it. For once there’s someone who understands him, gets what he’s going through and can help him out.
And so what if Kurt is crushing on him? Blaine is cute, and he’s gay, and he’d held Kurt’s hand only minutes after they’d met. The overtly romantic side of Kurt sees it as destiny, but the more practical side—the side that realizes that he and Blaine are still just friends, that they still don’t know that much about each other—sees it as something that had just happened. It hadn’t needed to mean anything. Besides, at least this crush is gay.
anonymous prompted: i thought about this today, sorry its a long prompt! set in s3, burt sits down to ask if klaine is sexuality active. unlike other fics where burt is like “no being inappropriate in my house,” burt tells them he just wants them to be safe, and he even kind of “allows it in the house” because he doesnt want them getting caught like outside of the house because they live in ohio and whatnot. idk this might sound kinda lame
When Burt sits Kurt and Blaine down at the kitchen table, Kurt doesn’t know what to expect. On one hand, he’s terrified, and the way that his father’s gaze is flickering back and forth between him and Blaine doesn’t help. On the other hand, Kurt is feeling somewhat defiant—he knows he’d had Blaine over the other day when no one was home, but they hadn’t even done anything. They like their time alone just like everyone else and Blaine’s house had been full with his mother’s book club.
Kurt fidgets in his chair. “What’s this about, Dad? If it’s about Blaine being over unsupervised I told you, we didn’t do anything. We just wanted some time to ourselves.”
kurtsies prompted: *sits in ur lap* hello this is an official prompt for the 1st time blaine grabs kurt’s butt while they’re frotting (and kurt rEALLY likes it) ((a lot)) (((A LOT))) *o*
This is dirty. This is desperate. This is something that Kurt had never imagined himself doing but wonders, now, as he pins Blaine to the bed and climbs on top of him, why he hasn’t been doing it longer.
Blaine grabs at Kurt’s shoulders, cups the back of his head and pulls him down in an uncoordinated and earnest kiss as his legs spread and allow Kurt to settle comfortably between them. Kurt goes eagerly, dragging his hips over Blaine’s and feeling the rise of his cock through his jeans. It’s still so new that it sends electric tingles racing through Kurt’s body, prickling in his scalp and the very tips of his fingers and toes. Feeling his boyfriend under him, responding to him, is a rush all in itself, and Kurt loves it, has already become addicted to it. Now, at least, he understands why his father had said what he did—and has to backtrack because that is the last thing Kurt wants to be thinking about right now.
Kurt works in a coffee shop that Blaine, a poetry student from NYU, frequents.
When the bell above the door dings Kurt looks at the clock, his heart fluttering. It’s just a little after noon, which means that he’s back. Blaine. Kurt doesn’t know his last name, just knows that he’s a poetry student at NYU, that he looks adorable in bowties and even better in cardigans, and that he’s just barely a year older than Kurt. Kurt also knows that Blaine holds amazing conversations and has made him laugh more than his coworkers ever have.
Kurt fiddles with the machines, finishing up an order and calling out the name. The coffee shop is surprisingly empty for a Tuesday afternoon, just a few stragglers here and there, but Kurt won’t complain. With finals just around the corner the place gets hectic most days, full of harried college students taking a break from the Starbucks around the corner. As a NYADA student Kurt’s exams are more physical than mental, but he still knows exactly what the crunch feels like.
anonymous prompted: Just after seeing that ask and I had a little plot idea if you’re taking prompts? How about Kurt just having a really bad day and needing Blaine to look after him? Bottom!Kurt
myunimportantramblings prompted: I don’t know if you’re taking prompts but if you are can I prompt some bottom!Kurt who had a bad day and just needs Blaine to distract him and make him forget everything? Or vice versa
The moment that Kurt walks through the door Blaine knows, can read it in the silence of his arrival, the tired hang of Kurt’s head and the tight pull of his mouth as he slides the lock and takes off his scarf, then coat, then drops his bag to the floor.
Blaine abandons the pasta he’s cooking on the stove and walks over, wiping his hands on his jeans as he intercepts Kurt before Kurt can slink away to the bedroom. “Were you even going to tell me hi?” Blaine pouts, grabbing Kurt’s hands.
anonymous prompted: Have you ever considered writing a story about Blaine being self cautious about his body? Like maybe he thought about it in school cause almost every guy in glee club has amazing abs, but now he lives in NY w/ Kurt and let’s say Isabella invites them (w/ Rachel and Santana) to a fashion show and their backstage and every guy is shirtless and maybe Santana (jokingly) says to Kurt to date a guy with abs, and even though Kurt says he likes Blaine’s body but Blaine gets worked up about it.
“Wow.” Blaine looks around, eyes wide, as he takes in all of the chaos.
Models are running everywhere in various states of dress; hairdresser, makeup artists, designers, all follow that same frantic pattern of darting from person to person, from station to station asking how everything is going, is everyone ready, is this rack of clothes for now or for later?
“I can’t believe your boss hooked us up with this,” Santana says as she watches a particularly tall and lithe model with chiseled features dart around in tight briefs. “It’s a shame I don’t like dick,” she says directly to one of the makeup artists who’s been leering at her for the better part of the last five minutes. He looks immediately away, and the model that he’s working on gives Santana a wink.
based off of this gorgeous drawing—sub!Blaine/Dom!Kurt, BDSM aftercare (warnings for mentions of paddling)
The sharp scent of medicinal salve is strong in Kurt’s nose even as he hugs Blaine tighter, presses his lips to the top of Blaine’s head and breathes in the heavy fruit of Blaine’s gel, the tang of sweat that lingers all over his body. Kurt is still fully clothed but Blaine is not, is bare and vulnerable and so good, so pliant, in Kurt’s arms. This is the dichotomy that Kurt loves, the control he exudes and the control Blaine gives up, all evident in the way that Blaine’s bare skin presses against Kurt’s jeans and vest and soft cotton shirt.
Kurt can still feel the faint tremble of tremors working their way through Blaine’s body. Blaine is somewhere, eyes closed, mouth slightly open; he’s somewhere nice, in that free-floating limbo the last whack of the paddle had brought. For the first time in days Blaine is completely relaxed, and Kurt takes pride in that, takes pride in knowing that it’s because of him that Blaine is like this.
It’s just before midnight when Kurt gets a text. It isn’t unexpected, or unusual, since he and Blaine have been texting variations of I miss you, wish you were here and I hate ringing in the new year without kissing you, but the for the last hour or so there’s been a slight lull in the conversation, and Kurt, who’s been hanging out the band in the loft, unfortunately hadn’t noticed. When he swipes over the iMessage notification while nodding along to what Dani is saying, Kurt can see why he hasn’t received any new messages from Blaine in awhile.
To Kurt (11:57PM):
Happgnew yesrs babyb!!!
Kurt snorts, smiling down at his phone while Rachel shouts that there’s three minutes left. Blaine had said that there’d be alcohol at Tina’s, where he and Sam and Artie are, but Kurt hadn’t expected Blaine to get drunk.