Too Long Without You

So I got army!Blaine feels from Rachel yesterday and this popped into my head and, yeah, not gonna lie, I cried a bit while writing it.

Warnings for heavy angst.

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Seven years without a touch from his husband. Five years without knowing where he was. Two years without hope that he’d ever return.

Seven years.

Seven years since he’s seen his husband. Seven years with only his hand and his memories. Seven years and a bundle of letters and a pair of dog tags delivered to him with a note.

Never forget how much I love you.

Always yours,
Blaine

The only mark he allows on his skin, the last words his husband wrote to him before his camp was attacked and he went MIA five years ago. A mass grave was found two years and Blaine is officially listed as deceased.

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Anonymous asked for an endgame Klaine drabble (because, duh, of course they are ;))

Kurt shifted nervously as the plane touched down, though it had nothing to do with the flight. He fiddled with the seat belt, unable to sit still, and jumped out of his seat the moment the light dinged, yanking his carry on down and nearly hitting himself in the face. He waited impatiently for the slow moving crowd to dissipate and finally broke through.

Eyes scanning over the top of the crowd, he spotted a familiar head of gelled down curls and began pushing his way over. He tried to be as nice as possible but failed, if the grumbles he left in his wake were any indication.

His bag fell to the floor, forgotten, as he threw his arms around Blaine’s neck, breathing in deeply so the wonderfully familiar smell of raspberry hair gel and Old Spice aftershave filled his nose.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured into Blaine’s neck, reluctant to move out of the tight embrace they shared. They ignored the people moving past them, content to just hold each other after so long apart.

It had taken several phone calls and Skype sessions, lots of yelling and crying and hang ups, but they had talked through everything, both men apologizing for their wrongs and agreeing to work harder with the long distance between them.

And now, Blaine was two days from graduating, the end of Kurt’s first semester was done, and he had two weeks of vacation time saved up from Vogue and he planned to spend them all in Ohio with his dad and boyfriend.

“Come on, I want to show you how much I missed you,” Kurt whispered, nipping at Blaine’s ear and lacing their fingers together. “I hope you parked close.”

Anonymous asked: rachel/santana: (three words) ribbons, ballet, abuse. good luck! ;)

Terribly sorry, forgot to post this last night! Here you go, sweetie!

“Oh my god, Rachel, are you okay?” Santana asks, throwing her bag on the floor and rushing over to where the other girl is sitting on the couch. She’s unwrapping her feet and the cloth is stained red from the sores dotting her skin. “What-“

“It’s okay, Santana,” she chuckled. “I started doing ballet again and my feet are just a little…”

“Mutilated?” Santana supplies, still staring in horror as Rachel unwraps her other foot, in no better shape than the first. “Why would you put yourself through this?”

“It’s art.”

“It’s abuse!”

Rachel glares at her. “That is too strong a word to throw around like that and you know it.”

She holds up her hands in surrender, leaning back. “You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry.” She bit her lip. “Is there anything I can do to help? What? Look, I told you, you’re like my family and family helps each other, right?” she says when Rachel just stares at her in confusion.

A sweet smile tugs at the corner of Rachel’s lips and Santana can feel her heart skip a beat. “You can help me to the bathroom so I can wash my feet off,” she suggests. “It kinda hurts to put a lot of pressure on them.”

“Sure, you can lean on me.” She helps Rachel up, carrying as much of the smaller girls’ weight as possible.

“Oh, can you grab my shoes, please? I need to check them over.”

Santana let’s her go carefully before grabbing them by the ribbons and sliding her arm around Rachel again. “Let’s get a move on, midget.”

Title: Thaw Out My Love, Make Me Shiver
 
 
Rating: PG, eventual NC-17

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Sam/Mercedes, background Rachel/Puck, Quinn/Santana, Tina/Mike, Nick/Jeff

Warnings: Past attempted abuse (vague), minor canon character death, warnings for specific kinks to come with each chapter
Summary: An accident when he was younger leaves sub Kurt unable to fully read his soulmark, a marking on the bottom of his foot that reveals the initials of his soulmate. When new student Blaine Anderson joins the ranks of McKinley, he sets out to make the icy Kurt his friend and eventually learns the why and how of one Kurt Hummel.
 


A/N: Based off a prompt on the GKM.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Title: Thaw Out My Love, Make Me Shiver

 
Rating: PG, eventual NC-17


Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Sam/Mercedes, background Rachel/Puck, Quinn/Santana, Tina/Mike, Nick/Jeff


Warnings: Past attempted abuse (vague), minor canon character death, warnings for specific kinks to come with each chapter


Word Count: 3,348 (this part)

Summary: In a world of Doms and subs, the very unsub-like Kurt Hummel is treated with disdain as he hides from his fears behind an icy wall, but when a new Dom in town takes interest in him, a secret from his past is revealed and he must learn to trust his heart and his instincts.


Author’s Note: Oh, look, I went with the most cliched summary I could think of! Based off of a prompt on the GKM. Probably not as bad as it sounds and hopefully not as cliched.









gleeddicted:

Klaine AU | After spending some time in Lima, Kurt needs to go back to New York, leaving his boyfriend in Ohio again. A few weeks later Blaine starts feeling sick and is really tired. Later he finds out that he’s pregnant with Kurt’s child.

mpreg!Blaine for Jenny & Annie

[if someone writes something for it, you can find it here]

Kurt flopped down on the bed and immediately cuddled to Blaine’s side as their breathing slowed and their heartbeats returned to normal. It had been months since the two of them had been able to be together, the long distance putting a strain on the more physical aspects of their relationship, though emotionally they were as strong as ever. They lay there as long as they could, putting off the inevitable until they had to get up to shower before Kurt’s flight left.

They took their time washing each other, hands caressing and lips brushing over sensitive areas before being swiped over lovingly by a soapy cloth. There were whispers of love and adoration and bites on lips and necks until the water ran cold. They stood side by side as they did their hair, watching each other in the mirror and soaking up the last few minutes they had before heading to the airport.

“I’m going to miss you so much,” Blaine murmured as he grabbed Kurt’s jacket and helped his boyfriend into it. “I can’t wait to go to New York with you.”

Kurt smiled, turning and capturing Blaine’s hands in his. “I know, I can’t wait until we get more than just a visit every few months. Webcams just aren’t the same as seeing you every day.” He leaned in, kissing Blaine’s lips sweetly before there was a knock on the door.

“Hey, it’s about time to leave,” Burt called through the closed door.

“Yeah, Dad, we’re coming,” Kurt replied, tangling his fingers through Blaine’s and grabbing his carry on bag.

“I though we already did,” Blaine snickered as they headed outside.

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“Hey, Blainey Days, are you okay?” Tina asked one day a couple of months later, frowning. “You look like you’re about to upchuck.”

“Probably because I am?” Blaine replied, his face scrunched as he tried to breathe evenly, fighting off nausea as he slowly traded his books for his next class.

“What’s wrong?”

He shrugged, “Don’t know. I think I have some sort of stoma-” He cut himself off and rushed to the bathroom, flinging open a stall door before his stomach rebelled and he threw up in the thankfully empty toilet. He didn’t know how long he sat there, gagging, before a warm hand started rubbing gentle circles on his back. It wasn’t the one he wanted but he leaned into it anyway.

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“Are you okay, honey? You don’t look too good,” Kurt said

“Thanks for telling me I look like crap,” Blaine groused, scowling at the pixelated image of his boyfriend. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he moved his laptop and fell to the side on his pillows. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired and it’s making me cranky.”

Kurt’s brows furrowed. “What’s wrong; are you getting enough sleep?”

He let out a snort of laughter. “That’s all I’ve been doing, it seems like.” He nuzzled his pillow, the one that still smelled faintly like Kurt, as he yawned. “I threw up at school today,” he mumbled.

“Oh, my poor baby,” Kurt cooed, frowning. “I wish I could be there to help you feel better.”

“Mmm, me too.”

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He doesn’t know how the idea gets into his head, but as soon as it does, he can’t get it out again. It’s two weeks after he started throwing up and sleeping constantly when he finally caved and went to the grocery store three towns over. He picked up one of the blue boxes, designed specifically for men, and didn’t make eye contact with anyone as he hurried through the self checkout, paying cash and rushing out of the store. Tina’s waiting for him in the car and she drives him to her house.

He locked himself in the bathroom after accepting Tina’s kiss on the cheek and quiet “Good luck.” Two minutes, the box says. Blaine can honestly say it’s the longest two minutes of his life.

When his phone dinged, he took a deep breath and flipped over the little white stick.

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It’s torture, waiting until Kurt’s off work before calling him. Tina’s with him, silently supporting him as he calls. He didn’t tell her what the test said but he’s sure she’s already guessed.

“Hey, cutie,” Kurt chirped the moment he picked up. “I thought we were Skyping tonight?”

“Um, something came up, but I really need to talk to you.” Blaine winced at how odd his voice sounded, too clogged with withheld tears to sound close to normal. “When do you think you’ll come back for a visit?”

“Back to Lima? Honey, I don’t know, work has been so busy lately.” Kurt paused. “Are you okay? You sound weird.”

“Yeah, no, I’m fine-“

“Do you still have that stomach bug?”

Tears gathered and fell, clinging to his long lashes. “Something like that. I really need you to come back to Lima, Kurt, please.”

It was quiet on the other end of the line for a long moment. “Okay, I’ll be on the red eye Friday night, I promise, Blaine. Do you want to come pick me up or-“

“No, no, I’ll come get you. Um, just email me your flight information, okay?”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

As soon as he pressed end, Tina was gathering him into her arms, holding him as his tears soaked her shirt and sobs wracked his frame.

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The ride to Kurt’s house from the airport was silent and tense. Blaine couldn’t seem to stop the nervous bouncing of his left foot, his fingers tapping along the steering wheel, even though there’s no music.

He had promised Kurt that he would tell him what was wrong as soon as they arrived at Kurt’s house and once they’re in his room, the truth blasted from his lips as though he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I’mpregnant.”

Kurt stared at him blankly. “What?”

Blaine took a deep breath. “I’m pregnant; that’s why I’ve been sick and sleeping all of the time.”

“Are-are you sure?”

He swallowed thickly. “I took three pregnancy tests. I swear, I didn’t know I was a carrier, I would have told you.”

“You’re- I- When-“

“I’m so sorry, Kurt. We should have been more careful but it’s happened and we can’t change that. I’m pregnant and it scares me what’s going to happen, so right now, I could really use some kind of reaction from my boyfriend.” Blaine wrapped his arms around his abdomen, still flat and toned for the moment, and stared down at the floor. “What’s going to happen to me? What’s going to happen to us? I just, I really want you to say something so please do so that I can stop-“

His head was tilted up by two firm fingers on his chin and there were lips covering his as the warm, familiar smell of Kurt filled his nose, his head, his everything. It was a slow and comforting kiss, reassuring him that Kurt was there, that he always would be.

“Well, I guess we better figure out what we’re going to do, together,” Kurt murmured, rubbing one hand on Blaine’s stomach before lacing their fingers together.

In the Theater

A/N: So I hit the post limit (which doesn’t fucking make sense, I didn’t even get home until five and Glee starts at 8 how???) so I wrote a porn while waiting for time to restart.

“Can I see the drink?” Blaine whispered, leaning into Kurt slightly as the movie flickered over the screen. The theater wasn’t that crowded, but it was still rude to talk.

“Sure.”

“Thanks.” As he took a sip from their shared drink, he felt something moving on his lap. He glanced down as inconspicuously as possible and realized that it was Kurt’s hand. “Um, Kurt, if you want popco-“

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So I saw this and I says to sedatedartist, I says, I wanna write a drabble for that! and she goes, MAKE IT SAD, so go yell at her.

It happens two days after Blaine leaves. He’s still a mess, his eyes and nose almost always red no matter how throughly he does his skin care routine, but he forces himself to stay with his normal daily routine.

Except this morning when he overslept by five minutes and it’s thrown off everything. He grabs a notebook without looking and shoves it in his bag before rushing out of the apartment, nearly forgetting his keys in the process. It isn’t until he’s sitting down for lunch that he pulls it out, groaning when he realizes it’s not his sketch pad like he thought but a regular notebook instead. He sighs, flipping it open to a random page, thinking he could still doodle while eating. A bit of red catches his eye and he pauses, flipping back to see what it is. The outline of a heart with an arrow through it and his and Blaine’s names carefully doodled in the middle.

A sob sticks in his throat and his eyes sting with barely contained tears. His lunch loses what little interest it had and he packs it away.

Part of him wants to tear it to shreds or write a huge FUCK YOU over the red ink with black marker and send it to Blaine.

But another part, no matter how small it may be, wants to keep it, because no matter how angry he is now, he knows in his heart that it won’t last forever. As much as he hurts and cries and wants to throw things, he believes that he’ll forgive Blaine eventually and they may never get back together, but he’ll always want Blaine in his life in some capacity. He was his first truly close male friend, his mentor, his first real kiss, first love, first everything and he honestly doesn’t want to lose his best friend.

For now, though, the hole torn in his heart is jagged and fresh and he can’t deal with the flood of emotions and memories the picture brings. He closes the notebook and stows it back in his bag. When he gets home, he’ll store it away on one of the higher shelves of their bookshelf and forget about it, but for now, he returns to his desk, ignoring Isabelle’s look of concern, and throws himself into his work.

I Know You’re Staring At Me, Dean Winchester, alternatively titled Wing Nookie

Rating: R
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, Sam
Spoilers: You wish
Warnings: wing!kink
Word Count: 2,360
Summary: Castiel’s wings have mysteriously been forced into existence  Dean likes touching them. Cas likes Dean touching them.

A/N: For my darling, dear sedatedartist. She drew porn for me, only fair that I write some for her, right? Please keep in mind that I haven’t even finished the first season of Supernatural yet and therefore am not intimately acquainted with the guys personalities. SA helped out to make sure they weren’t too OOC, though.

If you’re one of those people who like to follow authors, I will kindly direct you to my supernatural blog :)

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In The Heat of The Early Morning Dark

Title: In The Heat of The Early Morning Dark
Rating: R
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers (if any): None
Warnings (if any): boypussy, breathplay
Summary: Set in a Roman-equse time period. Kurt goes to the bathhouse and is joined by his lover.


Thanks to the lovely sedatedartist for the beta and to spinmybowtie for jumping up and down when she saw my accidentally-queued post about this :)


A/N: Since this is set in the Roman time period, I did some wiki research and used the terms that they had on there to describe the bathhouse and the process the Romans used for bathing:


balneum - small, privately owned bathhouse, often opened to the public for a fee

tunica - simple rectangle sewn into a tubular shape and pinned around the shoulders

apodyterium - a room just inside the entrance where the bather stored his clothes

frigidarium - cold room; first step in bathing

tepidarium - warm room; second step in bathing

caldarium - hot room; third step in bathing

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Kurt makes his way to his fathers’ balneum, muscle memory helping him in the walk through the pitch black of predawn. The air was already sticky with humidity, making his hairline damp. He greets the guard at the door briefly, shedding and storing his tunica in the apodyterium before continuing into frigidarium, then the tepidarium, though he doesn’t linger in either before going into one of the private caldarium chambers. Placing his bathing supplies at the edge of the pool, Kurt slowly steps into the hot water, allowing his body to adjust. He swims about for a bit, enjoying the way the water loosens and relaxes his muscles. He’s just popped up for a breath when he sees a flash of golden brown skin slowly slipping into the pool with him.

“Hello, Blaine,” Kurt grins, idly running his fingers through the water and kicking his feet as his lover joins him.

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‘Round and ‘Round and ‘Round We Go

Of course I’m going to jump on the bandwagon after reading those spoilers. Did you think I wouldn’t?! ;)

Based on spoilers, so don’t read if you no likey, ‘kay?

Kurt’s hands trembled as he walked into the ballroom where Will and Emma’s wedding was being held. The chairs were artfully draped in white cloth with cute flowers to hold it together. People were milling around but there was only one that Kurt was searching for. He stood on his tip toes to look over the crowd as his mind flashed back to the week before in New York.

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The Brave Sacrifice

Okay, going through my older dash posts and saw this post and got inspired to write some PaganGod!Blaine and sacrifice!Kurt for inkystars, so here ya go.

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Explanation for léine

It happened too quickly for Kurt to fight back.

He knew the ritual was drawing nearer and had spent the past week barely sleeping in fear that this very thing would happen, but it appeared that his body had given out on him. Icy hands latched tightly around his wrists, dragging him from his bed. His hands were bound behind his back, the strong rope biting into his fair skin as he was forced to walk through his house. He struggled against them, feeling them grow tighter and making his hands numb.

He saw his father struggling against three of the men in their village and he called out to him, begging for help as tears tracked down his cheeks.

“Be grateful he has been chosen,” one of the men hissed to Burt. “It is an honor!”

“Please, Father, please!” Kurt struggled against his bonds even harder but it was no use; the men leading him out were far stronger.

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