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kittenkidfic
Here is a wee ficlet because of this post about nothing that goes nowhere and has no real ending.
But it does, briefly, have kittens.
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Kurt and Rachel were enjoying a lovely tea party in the afternoon shade when something wet and squishy hit Rachel on the back of her head.
“Hey!” she shrieked, leaping from her chair and nearly upending the table.
“Aw man!” called a familiar voice. “I was aiming for Kurt!”
King of All Wild Things update
A fantasy au with a barbarian/cultured pairing like Tarzan and Jane.
Kurt is a boy who is sheltered and spoiled by his aunt, but is exiled from his kingdom. Wandering through the woods, he’s found by Blaine, who lives outside the wall. Blaine is immediately attracted to Kurt and wants to “keep” him.
Kurt’s taken by the tribe and made to live in their society.
Jesus, you’re fast. But I’m grateful, and now I don’t have to come up with my own post. <3
So hey this exists and I’m kind of embarrassed also someday it will involve actual porn. And now I’m going to bed.
via blaineerections (originally killerqueen-80)
I have this weird head canon where Blaine secretly listena to really vulgar rap songs, like The Whisper song by Yin Yang twins. And one day while he’s recovering, Kurt comes over earlier than planned, and Blaine’s in his room, dancing on his bed singing along and Kurt walks in right when he gets to the “wait till you see my dick, hey bitch, wait till you see my dick, I’m a beat that pussy up” and Kurt is just like “…….” and Blaine stops for a second, then just keeps singing and starts grinding on Kurt who just bursts out laughing. Yep, this totally happened.
k I was listening to Childish Gambino and I just couldn’t help myself
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It’s no secret Blaine has questionable taste in music. Kurt has never met anyone with such a deep infatuation with such a subpar pop star before. Sure, Teenage Dream will always hold a special place in Kurt’s heart, but beyond that there’s nothing very redeeming about miss Katy Perry.
Blaine likes P!nk and Taylor Swift and Kurt has seen his Ke$ha playlist, so things like this shouldn’t come as such a surprise…
I wanna fuck these small girls, minus “sm”, meaning that I fuck all girls - that is wordplay - catch me on my iPhone doing what the birds say
There’s his Blaine, his sweet, polite, dapper Blaine, back to the door, dirty dancing on the bed to god knows whatever song this is, singing just as loud.
I ain’t going nowhere, somebody better tell a hater, he’s goin’ down like my living room elevator
Blaine does a body drop to the mattress - and this is the same boy who lectured Sam on sexual dancing - smacks his own ass, jumps to his feet and braces a hand against the wall. He shakes his ass, his free hand waving in the air much like when Artie does that “preach” thing any time Mercedes sings.
Fuck what you heard, bitch, I’ll fuck your fuckin’ brains out and make you wash your boyfriend’s sheets to get the stains out
Blaine jumps and lands on the floor, facing Kurt. He doesn’t move, his good eye wide in alarm.
Kurt has schooled his expression into one of pure judgement, eyebrows raised, nose upturned.
The song continues - light skinned girls you can put it in my video, dark skinned girls you can put it in my video - and neither of them move.
“—Thick girls you can put it in my video,” Blaine starts singing. Kurt cannot believe him, and then Blaine dances over to him, starts dancing up on him, singing about all these girls that can be in his video, and what kind of video, Kurt wants to know. Blaine is grinding on him and he’s wearing an eyepatch and making the most ridiculous face, like some cross between giddy and trying to be sexy and it is not working, especially because he’s singing ‘dumb hos you can put it in my video’ and god, it gets worse and when he sings, ‘girls chase me like they think my dick is Justin Bieber,’ Kurt really can’t help it - he bursts out laughing.
Blaine laughs, too, circling Kurt, hips grinding against his ass. Kurt sighs fondly and gives in, bending over just a little with arms straight down, hands clasped together with an impish smile on his face, glancing behind him as he dances.
Blaine has the worst taste in music, but he sure is cute, so it’s okay.
And at least it isn’t Nickelback.
if anyone is reading this stupid thing I just updated it:
King Of All Wild Things / part 4
Have I mentioned that I hate character limits? And posting at this meme. And also myself and my writing. Hi. 8D
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jd;sk;ldksl; I want mooooore! :D Kara, this is awesome so far! Sam is so adorable and Blaine and Kurt and fk;lsklfdks; NOTHING HURTS.
LOL I love you best. Here’s the whole thing. MAYBE SOMEDAY.
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It’s getting late and Kurt is starting to worry. The sky is slowly turning deeper shades of blue from the faded white it’s been all afternoon, the wind is picking up, the street lights have come on.
Their extended family had gathered yesterday, but today is a smaller affair. Carole made a delicious roast with Kurt and Sam’s help (well, until Sam nearly dropped the yams and Kurt sent him out to the living room to watch football with his father and Finn) and a tofu alternative for Rachel. They’d had a nice, mostly peaceful dinner. It hadn’t felt right without Blaine, but he hadn’t been able to get out of his own family dinner and wouldn’t be expected until around seven.
oh there you are, tumblr, I’ve been looking for you forever :’)
Welp. I wrote this and couldn’t post it so now I’m just gonna leave this here and go to bed. 800-some words of unbetaed fluffy nothingness that’s mostly dialogue.
Spoilers for episode 3x11.
Kurt has some news to share with Blaine.
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“Blaine! Blaine!”
“Kurt! Kurt!” Blaine mimes, his voice sounding far away and amused.
“Blaine—how are you doing?”
Blaine’s laugh sounds tinny over the phone and Kurt holds a hand over his other ear to block out the sounds of students in the hallway. “Fine, Kurt. Antsy, but—”
“Great!” Kurt cuts him off. “Look I have to make this short because I have Chem in like thirty seven seconds but Blaine I have to tell you something—”
“Okay, Kurt, I’m here, breathe,” Blaine says patiently.
“Blaine, if my dad calls, do not answer.”
via beautifulwhatsyourhurry (originally kurtcoblainecaps)
#can you imagine him pretending to be a tiger #ready to ravish kurt #but like really playful and jumping on top of him
omg
“If you’re a leopard, what does that make me?”
“Excuse me?”
Blaine nodded toward Kurt’s clothing, his eyes crinkling at the corners as though Kurt’s new Free People cardigan and Paul Smith tie were amusing. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
“I think some clownfish are maroon.”
“But I want to be a cat, like you,” Blaine said, crawling up onto the bed on all fours.
“Fine.” Kurt looked Blaine up and down. “Then you can be a…bengal tiger.”
Blaine grinned, slinking closer. “Rawrr,” he said, leaning his face in to nuzzle Kurt’s neck.
Kurt tried to pull back, blushing. “Blaine, are you serious—”
“Tigers love leopards.”
Blaine licked a stripe up his neck, bit his jaw. Kurt let out an undignified squeak, reaching for his shoulders to push him away. “Blaine—”
“Where do you think ligers come from?” Blaine asked, pressing Kurt back into the bed, straddling him on hands and knees. He gave a few more playful nips at Kurt’s neck, making these ridiculous little growly noises that were doing completely not okay things to a certain part of Kurt’s body.
“Actually, I think that’s lions and tigers,” Kurt said, batting ineffectually at Blaine’s hands as they reached for his cardigan to unbutton it. Blaine’s fingers wrapped around Kurt’s tie and tugged a little, and Kurt gave up with a long-suffering sigh.
“Then what do leopards and tigers make?” Blaine asked, looking up at Kurt.
Kurt smirked. “Out?”
Blaine grinned and kissed him, doing what leopards and tigers did best.
Blackbird, (13/13)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Nada!
Summary: Blaine had certain expectations of his new school. Kurt Hummel was not one of them. AU Badboy!Kurt fic. Sortakinda.
A/N: Thanks again to Megan, Tricia, and Jess for their beta help! <3 And thank you to everyone for reblogging and leaving me feedback, I love you all. :’)
This is the last chapter! This is it, and if you have made it this far you have all my gratitude. This is the first thing I’ve ever written by myself that exceeds a thousand words, and I never actually thought I could do it.
And now I have something like empty nest syndrome, so thank you for reading my baby. :)
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12
Also here, on livejournal, if you prefer that format. :)
Blackbird, (12/?)
A/N: Thanks again to Megan, Tricia, and Jess for their beta help! <3 And thank you to everyone for reblogging and leaving me feedback, I love you all. :’)
I really hope you like this chapter. It was probably the hardest to write, and the one I’m most nervous about sharing.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13
Also here, on livejournal, if you prefer that format. :)
Blackbird, (11/?)
Rating: R to be safe, NC-17 in later chapters.
Warnings: Nada!
Summary: Blaine had certain expectations of his new school. Kurt Hummel was not one of them. AU Badboy!Kurt fic. Sortakinda.
A/N: Thanks again to Megan, Tricia, and Jess for their beta help! <3 And thank you to everyone for reblogging and leaving me feedback, I love you all. :’)
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13
Also here, on livejournal, if you prefer that format. :)
Blackbird, (10/?)
Rating: R to be safe, NC-17 in later chapters.
Warnings: So that non-con I’ve been warning about? Is in this chapter. I do just want to say that it isn’t anything too severe. If you’re concerned and want to know what happens specifically, follow this link where you can highlight the text and read a brief summary of what happens. And if you are still concerned, but want to read this chapter, message me and I will send you a copy of this chapter with the scene removed. I absolutely would never want to trigger anyone.
Summary: Blaine had certain expectations of his new school. Kurt Hummel was not one of them. AU Badboy!Kurt fic. Sortakinda.
A/N: Thanks again to Megan, Tricia, and Jess for their beta help! <3 And thank you to everyone for reblogging and leaving me feedback, I love you all. :’)
Just to note, I have been updating fairly regularly, but I may not update again for a week or more. We’ll see. Sorry!
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13
Also here, on livejournal, if you prefer that format. :)
Blackbird, (9/?)
Rating: M for Mature, NC-17 in later chapters.
Warnings: Slight instance of non-con in a later chapter. I do just want to say that it isn’t anything too severe, my fic is really not that dark.
Summary: Blaine had certain expectations of his new school. Kurt Hummel was not one of them.
A/N: Thanks again to Megan, Tricia, and Jess for their beta help! <3 And thank you to everyone for the reblogs, likes, and feedback! I appreciate it so much.
I am still exhausted from my adventure in Ann Arbor yesterday, apologies if anything wonky snuck through my revisions. Like “snuck.”
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13
Also here, on livejournal, if you prefer that format. :)
Blackbird, (8/?)
Rating: Idk I guess I’ll change it to R to be safe, NC-17 in later chapters. I hate trying to rate stuff. How about M for Mature?
Warnings: Slight instance of non-con in a later chapter. I do just want to say that it isn’t anything too severe, my fic is really not that dark.
Summary: Blaine had certain expectations of his new school. Kurt Hummel was not one of them.
A/N: Thanks again to Megan, Tricia, and Jess for their beta help! <3 And thank you to everyone for the reblogs, likes, and feedback! I appreciate it so much.
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 || Part 13
Also here, on livejournal, if you prefer that format. :)
BEFORE YOU READ: I’m gonna need you to go listen to Video Games by Lana Del Rey. If you’ve already heard it, cool, but if not, please go listen before you read this chapter.
If you aren’t familiar with the song, the part of the story I use it in will be total crap! (but no, don’t try to listen along with it during the story, that would be awkward. just as long as you know the song that’s all that matters.)
carry on
via kissedmequiteinsane (originally daxterdd)
Blaine is stepping out of the showers, towel around his waist, curls loose and dripping, when he turns the corner and nearly walks right into Kurt.
“I—”
“Oh—”
Each of them smile, timid, uncertain expressions. It’s Kurt who speaks up first. “Are you okay?”
Blaine nods. “Finn came and talked to me. We worked it out.” Blaine’s lips press together tight, and Kurt just watches. Kurt always knows when he isn’t finished. “I’m sorry for how I reacted.”
“Blaine.” Kurt’s voice is soft, forgiving. Kurt always forgives him, and Blaine has to look away, because he can’t help but wonder when his luck is going to run out.
“I just want to be a valid member of this club. I want to help—”
“Blaine, I know.” Blaine feels Kurt’s finger curl under his jaw, urging him to tilt his face up. “They’ll realize.”
Blaine smiles and looks up, finally meeting Kurt’s eyes. There is a look in them that isn’t sympathy, or hurt. He isn’t even sure he can think of it as tenderness. It’s that look Kurt gets when he wears a henley, when he sings something with a lot of growling, when he lets Kurt choose his outfits and sees him in them at school the next day. It is intense and shy all at once, these coquettish glances from under Kurt’s eyelashes, which, by the way, is quite an accomplishment considering Kurt is taller than him.
It’s Kurt who leans in first, and they kiss. Kurt’s body is warm, his sweater soft, but slightly itchy, against Blaine’s bare chest. Blaine moans a little against Kurt’s mouth, reaching forward to run his hands up Kurt’s sides, greedy to touch.
And it’s just that easy. Nothing matters, nothing hurts when it’s just Kurt and him and this.
Blaine is about to direct Kurt further into the room by the shoulders, when his fingers bump against the slit in Kurt’s shirt. He breaks away from the kiss, taking a moment to marvel at how easily Kurt’s cheeks flush. But that strange gap in Kurt’s shirt draws his attention back to it. You hardly even notice it unless Kurt breathes or bends a certain way.
“What is this, anyway?” Blaine asks, touching the tips of his fingers to the clean vertical opening of the shirt. “Did you cut it?”
“Blaine. Don’t question my fashion choices,” Kurt says, leaning in just slightly, forcing Blaine’s fingers past the slit’s edge.
Curious, Blaine reaches inside, running his fingers along Kurt’s collarbone, tracing it from end to dip, dip to the other shoulder. Kurt shivers, mouth curling in smug approval.
“I have been waiting all day for you to do that.”
The corner of Blaine’s mouth quirks up, eyebrows raise. “That’s all you were waiting for?”
“Well,” Kurt says, and his voice is breathy, now, “maybe not only that.”
“Kurt. I apologize about your shirt.” Blaine curls his fingers underneath and around the collar of the shirt bunching it up in a fist and tugging Kurt forward with it. “But it’s imperative we find a stall.”
“I’ll allow it,” Kurt says, letting out a giggle as Blaine leads him further into the showers, “just this once.”
um, only reblogging this, because I deleted it because it didn’t look right on my screen. D: and I was about to repost, but I guess it’s fine? my tumblr is a lie…
