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Coldflash - “How Much Is that Doggy in the Window?” (Rated NC17)

After little Lisa makes a surprise discovery, Barry and Len end up dredging up an age old argument - whether or not to get their daughter a dog. (2122 words)

Part 5 of the Father-hood series

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“Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” Lisa squeals, leaping straight into Barry’s arms the second he comes to a stop in their living room.

“Thank me?” He wraps his daughter in a huge bear hug, confused as all get out. “Thank me for what? Len?” Barry takes off his hood and looks at his husband, sitting like a king on his throne in his La-Z-Boy recliner. “What’s going on? When you called, you said it was urgent.”

“It is, in a sense,” Len starts, being obnoxiously vague as always when Barry wishes he would just answer a straightforward question with a straightforward answer for once. “It seems that our little Lisa here figured out that we’ve been planning on getting her a dog.”

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need you to see this banger combination of signs i saw today

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Sometimes I go about my day and then I remember this Good Omens season 1 episode 1 BTS pic exists, and I can't recover.

The fact that this look was on screen for only a minute is a literal crime.

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Klaine one-shot - "Stealing Kisses" (Rated T)

While studying for a history test, Blaine falls asleep in Kurt’s bed, which means Kurt is not going to be getting any sleep. Instead, he daydreams what kissing Blaine might be like. If he steals one kiss on the cheek to find out, that wouldn’t be too bad…would it?

Based off this prompt.

Dalton AU that assumes that Dalton is a boarding school and that Kurt and Blaine are in the same grade. Crushes, first kiss, and fluff.

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Blaine sniffs. He mumbles. His breath catches in his throat for one…two…three seconds, then he breathes out through his lips, sighing into the dark. He smiles, small and with the right corner of his mouth as he mumbles something unintelligible, followed by a single laugh. He tightens his arms crossed over his chest, and his entire face relaxes. Then he snores softly.

Kurt smiles, trapping a giggle behind his lips. It’s the most adorable thing. Blaine is the most adorable thing.

Kurt just wishes he had the nerve to tell him.

As it is, Kurt feels really creepy doing this – watching Blaine sleep. Isn’t that one step above stalker?

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The Swisstine Chapel

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Klaine one-shot "Available" (Rated E)

Summary:

Blaine is proud that he can be available to service his Master whenever his Master needs, even if Blaine isn't exactly thrilled with what they're doing. But their festive holiday fun time gets interrupted by a persistent man calling and insisting that Blaine gave him his number, a distinct no-no.

Notes:

Written for the December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2024 prompts busy and make. (1451 words)

Part 73 of Taking a Journey Together

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“God!" Kurt moans, sweat rolling down his back as he claims his hobbled sub on their living room floor. Kurt still has his shoes and socks on, his designer slacks pooled around his ankles, getting hopelessly scarred from the friction. But Kurt couldn't help ruining this one outfit.

He was way too eager.

He'll punish himself for it later.

Kurt spent all of yesterday decorating their loft from floor to ceiling for the upcoming holiday. Today, at work, he could barely concentrate, thinking about the finished product.

He was dying to race home and christen it properly.

He figured his level of commitment warranted a reward.

Coupled with the stressful afternoon he'd endured, he couldn't think of a better way to take a load off...so to speak. He informed anyone who matters that he'd be busy the rest of the afternoon, so don't even think of calling him. Then he had texted his pet from the Uber home and told him to make himself merry and bright.

And Blaine delivered.

From an outsider's perspective, their living room is an idyllic scene, straight from the pages of this season's��Vogue at Home: roaring (electric) fireplace, Douglas Fir decorated to the nines with vintage ornaments from his and Blaine's combined collections, wood-wicked candles crackling in their frosted cups and wafting sweet holiday fragrance into the chilly air. The only outlier is Blaine on all fours, dressed in festive reindeer antlers and a leather harness draped in brass bells, which he is trying hard to keep silent while Kurt pounds him from behind.

Talk about impossible tasks.

Blaine set himself up to fail with that one since there was no way those bells wouldn't ring out the cadence of Kurt's oncoming orgasm for all to hear.

Kurt snaps his hips to the rhythm of the carols playing over the speakers around the room. It's Jingle Bell Rock this time, but the Mean Girls version. Blaine found it on Spotify and downloaded it to their December playlist after Kurt revealed that Mean Girls is his favorite holiday movie. Blaine doesn't agree that Mean Girls is a holiday movie. Kurt thinks that if a movie even mentions Christmas, it's a holiday movie. Blaine suspects Kurt inherited these beliefs from his father, who claims that Die Hard is his favorite holiday movie.

Blaine doesn't argue. He's smart enough to keep his opinions to himself.

"I love your ass, pet," Kurt coos, gifting Blaine a hard slap to the right cheek. "Those defined muscles, everything so tight, Christ on a cracker...”

Blaine bows his head, cheeks glowing as red as his ass with a pride that he keeps to himself. Kurt sounded so frazzled over the phone. Blaine pulled out all the stops to make this scene perfect for his Master. It doesn't end here, either. There are freshly baked cookies cooling on the kitchen table, Kurt's favorite dessert wine chilling in the fridge, a roast baking in the oven. Once Kurt is done with him, Blaine will draw his Master a bath and finish making dinner.

Blaine is pleased he can do this for Kurt, be available for him no matter what. This scene is all about Kurt. Kurt has a thing about Christmas.

Truth be told, he has a Santa fetish.

Blaine doesn't. Role-playing during the holidays gives him the ick. It brings back too many memories of time spent with his family—the sentimental kind of memories that Hallmark makes movies about.

But that's okay. This isn't a hard limit for Blaine. And Kurt knows. He doesn't push Blaine too far out of his comfort zone. Scenes like this one come with tons of praise for Blaine, especially after Kurt finishes.

And Kurt's praise is the only reward Blaine needs.

"Oh, Blaine...oh, Blaine," Kurt chants. "God, you're so...so..."

Bzz-bzz… bzz-bzz…

...

Bzz-bzz… bzz-bzz…

...

Kurt groans at the sound of a vibrating cell phone harshing the swell of his orgasm. His hips grind to a halt.

“Blaine Devon Anderson! That is the fifth time your phone has gone off this hour!”

Blaine doesn't put his phone on silent because Kurt doesn't let him. No one should be calling Blaine; hence, it shouldn't matter. His phone shouldn't be going off. But here it is, buzzing across the wood floor. Blaine mumbles muffled apologies behind his sticky gag, but Kurt isn't hearing it.

Literally.

He can't hear much of anything through the duct tape over Blaine's mouth and not with the music playing. And even though Kurt is frustrated as hell, a smile slips on his lips as Blaine struggles to try.

Oh, how Kurt loves to see Blaine struggle.

Kurt leans forward and reaches a hand into Blaine's view.

"Phone, pet," he commands. Blaine gives it to his Master without hesitation. The infuriating thing buzzes again, and Kurt takes a moment to consider. He was initially going to disconnect the call, block the number, and shove the thing under a pillow. But now that he has Blaine's phone in his hands, he is too curious.

Who the hell would be calling Blaine now?

Kurt answers the call, but before he can speak, a male voice says, "Blaine? Is that you? I've been trying to get a hold of you all day! I have something to ask you..." The caller rambles on in that syrupy, presumptuous way someone does when they're about to ask you out, and they're sure you'll say yes.

"No," Kurt says dryly. “This is definitely not Blaine."

A tense silence follows.

"Who the fuck is this?" the man asks with a huff.

"None of your business! Did you say you’re looking for Mr. Anderson?” Kurt corrects. As far as he’s concerned, if someone he doesn’t know is calling Blaine without Kurt’s express knowledge or permission, then he does not have the right to refer to his submissive in the familiar.

"That's none of your fucking business," the man claps back.

"Ah. I see." Kurt's hips start again slowly, eyes going from grey to steel. “Well, he’s busy right now. By the way, how did you get this number?"

Another dramatic huff. This phone call is giving Kurt Gossip Girl flashbacks something fierce. "He gave it to me."

"He gave it to you?”

Blaine’s head pops up at the icy tone in his Master’s voice. He shakes his head frantically back and forth, indicating that NO! No, no, no, no way did he give some guy his cell phone number without Kurt’s permission! Not in a million years! Blaine keeps his number secret. With the exception of his family, he hands it out sparingly, and for work purposes only. Still, he can think of several ways someone might have gotten it. But he doesn't have the ability to explain at the moment.

Luckily, he doesn't have to.

Kurt trusts Blaine. He's a good pet. An obedient pet.

And they love each other.

Blaine isn't going to throw what they have away by breaking a simple rule, and not for some random douche.

“Yeah, no. I don’t believe you," Kurt says, running the nails of his free hand down Blaine's back. His fingertips skirt a few sensitive spots, and Blaine squirms. "Blaine didn’t give you his cell phone number."

"Did he say that?" random douche asks. "Because he's lying."

Kurt glares at the phone, insulted on his sub's behalf. "I'm inclined to believe him over you. I love him. I trust him. And at the moment, I hold the key to whether he cums in the next two minutes or not again for three months, so I don’t think he’s going to lie to me. He knows the consequences.”

Kurt’s expression sours when whoever-never on the other end of the line makes a snarky remark Blaine can't hear. Kurt shakes his head, absolutely aghast at the audacity of the man arguing his null point as if Kurt could be persuaded to hand Blaine the phone.

“You know what?" Kurt interrupts him with a vindictive chuckle. "You’ve done it! You've convinced me! Congratulations! Come on, Blaine. Talk to your little friend.”

Kurt reaches over Blaine's back, blindly feels for the end of the tape, digs his nails underneath, and tears it from Blaine’s mouth with a resounding Rrrriiiipppp!!! Blaine yelps in pain, but that’s all he does.

“Why don’t you explain to Major Tragedy here exactly the position you’re in!” Kurt drops the phone on the floor underneath Blaine's chin for the best reception and goes back to the business of taming his feisty reindeer.

But Blaine doesn’t explain. He doesn’t have to. The man on the phone hangs up after listening to two minutes of Kurt drilling his sub, accompanied by Blaine screaming his Master’s name.

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DOCTOR WHO ▹ Army of Ghosts

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Not my usual content but I’ve been painting a lot lately and thought I’d share :’) <3

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Enjoy your day..

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Bucky and Alpine!!! Again😼

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*Picks him up, puts him into my pocket*