The Smallest Gestures
This is for coffee-and-mischief, who was having a bad day today. c: It’s not precisely what you asked for, but like I said, it ran away on me, haha.
Tony decides to surprise Loki on his birthday, an occasion which has our trickster disgruntled and flustered.
Rated: T, just because I’l probably swear at some point, eheh. I have the worst potty mouth.
The City Lights have Gone Away, Away with The Stars
In which Loki and Tony have a quiet moment watching the rain.
(Made Rebloggable by Request)
It was cold outside. It was the kind of cold that crept under your skin and laid inside your heart, your bones. The sky was a mix of inky black and deep grey; the soft patter of rain echoing faintly around the figure sitting alone on one of the many balconies of Stark Tower. The cup held almost reverently in pale hands was warm, a singular comfort on a night so dreary. Not that he minded the cold, usually, but tonight it was a lonely cold, full of introspection and guilt.
He had no end of either of those things.
A Certain Proclivity for Loquaciousness: A FrostIron Oneshot
Here, anon, hopefully it’s the smut you deserved, haha. If anybody wants to know exactly what the words they’re saying mean, if you don’t know, message me and I’ll tell you ASAP~ :)
Tony is intelligent and seems to never shut up, and Loki decides to have a little fun with that in bed. PWP, Rated: M, NSFW.
The Serpent at Eden; A FrostIron Oneshot.
I had a lot of drabble requests for FrostIron, so I thought I would give writing a proper one shot a try, and then maybe some lengthier writing later? I dunno, I’m tired, here, have a thing.
The Serpent at Eden
He knew Loki was toxic. Those green, green eyes were the colour of poison. Those lips were wicked, like a double-edged blade dripping with malice.
His armour, serpent’s scales, glittering and beautiful. Serpent’s scales, and Tony was getting caught in the grip of the snake. It was as though he were in the garden of Eden, paradise, and Loki was holding out a glass apple to him. He knew what that apple symbolized. He knew it would cut his mouth, tear up his insides, make him bleed and hurt and suffer, and he bit down anyway. He bit down relishing the explosion of chaos into his very core, the venom crawling through his veins and entwining his heart.
The Twenty Meter Puppy Dash, a puppykitty drabble
The Twenty Meter Puppy Dash, by aspiringtoeloquence
“It’s a big one, this last lap, and it’ll mean everything to our com-pet-ors today. Blaine in the lead, tail wagging, and the people at the finish line are holding their breath. It’s close, so close, and as he said before the race, this pup is in it for his kitty, who’s here with us today. Kurt, what do you think?”
Kurt batted a paw at Blaine’s nose as he lifted his head sleepily in the shade of his favorite tree. “What’re you doing?”
Blaine paused in his race and bounced a little. “Playing Lympics, Kurt. I’m racing, and I’m going to win the gold.”
“Oh,” Kurt purred, resting his head back on his paws. “Alright.”
“I just have to climb over the last hurdle.”
He eyed the garden skeptically. “The lawn chair?”
“It’s tough,” Blaine said with a growl in his voice. “But I can beat it. It’s the last lap.” He turned back to Kurt. “Will you cheer for me?”
“Of course,” Kurt flicked his tail.
“Will you wait by the finish line?”
“Where’s the finish line.”
“Right by that tree.”
Kurt settled down again. “Then yes.”
Blaine set off again, his commentary picking up as he clambered over the lawn chair, setting off back across the grass. “And they’re so close, Blaine’s just a few paws away from -“
It was a small rock. Not enough to cut, but enough to make him stumble, fall over into the grass with a small yelp. He tried to get up again, but it hurt too much, and in a moment Kurt was with him, mewing worriedly and licking his ears while they wait for the humans.
“I didn’t win,” Blaine said sadly, looking at the tree, his dreams of a gold medal fading away.
“Yes you did,” Kurt mewed with certainty. “You won ‘best puppy’.”
He looked up and his tail wagged cautiously. “I did?”
Kurt left kisses all over his nose. “Always.”
Later that night, when his paw was all bandaged up and he was curled up in his and Kurt’s special blanket, Kurt dropped something shiny into their bed. He recognized it - it was on a very high shelf upstairs, and even Kurt had always been afraid to go up there.
“Best puppy,” Kurt said, and Blaine nuzzled him, yipping quietly because he didn’t think it was possible to love anyone as much as he loves Kurt.
The humans eventually find the medal, but Blaine discovers he doesn’t mind all that much.
Kurt thinks he’s the best puppy, after all, and that’s good enough for him.
Fic: Hey Mister, That’s My Sister
Title: Hey Mister, that’s my sister
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine, Finn.
Word Count: 1,200+
Summary: It takes time for Finn to get used to having a sister who’s gay.
Warnings: cisgirl!Klaine. Specifically sex in this part.
A/N: This fic is part 13 of my Love is Love verse.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I just have a vivid and healthy imagination.
Klaine ficlet: because no one ever writes about second time blow jobs.
Quick smut. NC17 because that’s how I roll.
The first time Kurt goes down on Blaine, it’s more than a little awkward.
Kurt’s jaw is sore almost immediately, tense and straining and anxious. Blaine thrusts up hard and without warning, jabbing Kurt in the back of his throat and making him cough until his eyes water.
It ends about three minutes after it starts, Blaine finishing himself off with his hand and Kurt watching, curled up to his side.
The second time Kurt goes down on Blaine, however, is awesome.
Klaine drabble: dirty talk
foolhearts prompted: Klaine dirty talk
It takes six days for Kurt to work up the courage to send the text.
To Blaine: Can you try talking dirty the next time we’re in bed?
It takes three days before they have an empty house and the opportunity to give it a try.
It takes twelve minutes for Kurt to bite the inside of his cheek and attempt to hold his laughter in.
“You like that? You like my hard penis inside you?”
It takes Kurt twenty one minutes to coax Blaine out of the bathroom.
“Blaine, I’m sorry! I just…wasn’t expecting that. Please come out of the bathroom.”
It takes four days before they’re alone again and Kurt is determined to make it work this time.
Fic: Fast Times at McKinley High
Rating: PG-13 (May increase)
Summary: Blaine Anderson had never had a thing for mysteries, but when he is forced to transfer from Dalton to McKinley High, he gets caught up in the whirlwind that is Kurt Hummel. Suddenly his life is turned upside down by trying to figure out just what the so-called Skank is all about.
A/N: Inspired by the album Fast Times at Barrington High by The Academy Is…
CHAPTER THREE - THE TRIALS OF OUR YOUTH
If this is a test, I’m wasting my breath
You’re a stranger I know well, and not at all
“Are you ever going to tell me?” Blaine asked in English the next day.
“Tell you what?” Kurt replied, feigning ignorance as he played with a pen that he had dismembered out of boredom.
“…Anything actually about you,” Blaine said lamely.
“You haven’t told me anything about you, either,” Kurt noted. Blaine paused. He hadn’t noticed that.
“I will, if you want me to. I wasn’t…”
“Wasn’t what?” Kurt glanced at him. Blaine shrugged.
“I wasn’t under the impression that you were really interested.” Kurt turned back to his pen.
“I thought I told you not to assume things about me,” he said.
skank!kurt nerd!blaine part 1/?
A/N: This literally was supposed to be something angsty and awful and it ended up somehow becoming an idea for a multichaptered skank!kurt fic because of all the wonderful drawings and gif sets. So I ended up writing this and I’m not sure how long it’s going to be but there is a storyline going on with this. And there’s no title as of yet, but I’m pretty sure there will be at some point. But yes onward to the fic!
Kurt Hummel is most definitely not a virgin, no matter how many people think he is and no matter how small or non-existent the number of people he’s had sex with is. He’s not. He’s so not.
Except he is and it sucks.
Fic: Tender Years [Klaine+kids, AU future!fic, WIP]
Title: Tender Years
Word Count: 22,500 (so far)
Warnings: Intense amounts of fluff
Summary: AU. Kurt and Blaine are single dads to seven year olds in New York City. When Kurt’s son invites Blaine’s daughter out on a date, it kicks off a day that Kurt and Blaine will never forget.
A/N: This fic is inspired by this Humans of New York Tumblr photo of two incredibly adorable kids in NYC. I wrote a little ficlet, lots of people flailed and demanded more, and so…here it is! Title is nabbed from lyrics from the song “Teach Your Children” by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, which kind of embodies my vision of Kurt and Blaine as kickass parents.
Now posted on Scarves & Coffee!
“Dad,” Elliot began, his voice solemn and far too adult-like for a cherub-faced boy of seven years old. “I have something important to tell you.”
Kurt put his fork down beside his plate, dabbing a napkin at the corner of his mouth before speaking. “Okay. What’s up, Ell?”
Elliot drew in a deep breath; his chest puffing up like a balloon before his words rushed out on an exhale. “Ihaveagirlfriend.”
“There she is!” Elliot exclaimed, shattering Kurt’s cool demeanor and causing him to jump with surprise. Before Kurt could react, Elliot yanked his hand away and took off, leaving Kurt scrambling after him.
“Elliot! Wait!” But Elliot didn’t stop for a moment. The straps of his backpack bounced against his shoulders as he dove into the thick, noisy street crowd.
Blaine couldn’t help himself. He blinked at Kurt in surprise, just as he’d reacted when the man had introduced himself as Elliot’s father. His father. This lovely, effortlessly sophisticated man who’d stood out like a beam of light among a nameless mass of thousands was a young dad, just like Blaine.
He was also – unquestionably – flirting with him.
Kurt had seen fireworks displays that weren’t quite as dynamic as Maya Anderson.
“Finn, I know Rachel’s in a show tonight and you’re sitting at home by yourself in your underwear watching Transformers – or lord knows what else – so get your ass over to my apartment and babysit Ell for me so I can go out to dinner with a man for the first time in a year!”
The feeling rushed back as soon as Blaine spotted Kurt standing on the brightly lit sidewalk outside the stage door, biting his bottom lip as he watched for Blaine’s figure to exit the theatre. It was like a thousand frantic butterflies had emerged from their hidden cocoons and all tried to fly at once, bumping against Blaine’s stomach and his windpipe and his heart. They threatened to burst through his skin and soar up, up to the stars when the two locked eyes and Kurt beamed at him, then offered his simple greeting.
“I know you’re really tired and we both need to get home, but…can we make one last quick stop?” Kurt almost felt guilty for asking when Blaine looked at him confusedly, the brassy street lights above them accentuating dark circles under his eyes that weren’t quite so visible in the warm glow of the restaurant. But Kurt had a feeling Blaine would appreciate the idea he’d suddenly come up with as they stepped out of the restaurant into the deep drone of the night.
Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?, Kurt/Blaine, NC-17
Future!fic where Kurt dresses as Little Red Riding Hood and goes to a college Halloween party with Blaine, where people mistake him for Blaine’s girlfriend. Vaguely inspired by the Klaine AU Friday theme “fairytale” and this True Blood gif.
Warnings: crossdressing, barebacking, and public sex.
“Oh my,” Blaine says, because it’s all he can think to say when Kurt steps out of his bathroom.
Kurt looks down at himself, tugging on the skirt as if there’s any point trying to make it an inch longer when it’s already showing most of his thighs. “Good ‘oh my’? Bad?”
“Both. I mean good!” Blaine quickly corrects, walking toward Kurt. “Really, really… naughty, oh my god.”
Kurt laughs, and Blaine looks up just in time to see his cheeks turning pink. “Naughty, huh?”
“You’re wearing a corset. Give a boy a break, okay?”
Title: Lost and Found
Word count: 3,200+
Summary: Kurt finds the camera on the subway one morning, surprised to see photos of a handsome man holding a white board with words on it. This was a prompt requested by amazinglybelle - who asked for Kurt finding a camera with this on it (but of Blaine, of course!) Check out that post - it’s hilarious!