#FUCK MARK BLAINE

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I think this sums up my feelings about Mark and Frostblaine in general!

Mark and Frost pairing?

One has the natural ability to conduct ice powers while the other used tech to replicate them. That's not the only link between the two as both began as Villians who eventually sided with the good guys even and the pair became romantically involved after a rocky start. But do you like to see the pair togehter romantically involved, prefer them more platonically or rather not see them together at all?

Thank you for the suggestion anon, I'm guessing that this is the poll you're suggestion is for if not I'm sorry and apologies for the time it's taken to answer.

[smoulderingocean]

Tuello is just another government sycophant that is perfectly fine throwing the bodies of other people into the fire, but will never get his own hands dirty or put his own life on the line. He's the embodiment of the war general sending countless young men into the meat grinder of the battlefield day after day without a care in the world. He can sit safely in his broom cupboard or whatever, making plans; plans where innocent people will die, where people in over their heads will die, where nothing of significance will be accomplished, and he himself will never be at risk.

And then after he nearly gets two unskilled civilians in Luke and Moira killed, having to have them rescued by Nick at great personal risk, instead of reflecting upon his constant failures, he has the audacity to threaten Nick (who is constantly putting his life on the line to help) because Nick isn't doing everything Tuello demands in the ways he wants it done, despite the fact that Tuello's a known idiot who gets people killed because he knows nothing of the realities of Gilead while arrogantly thinking that he does.

His desire to take out the commanders who shot down the planes in Gilead airspace -a mission that was so breathtakingly stupid that it's hard to believe he actually thought it was feasible- and using whoever he can to do that just shows what a weak person he is. He failed, big time, and is looking to use others for his own vengeance, not caring how many more people he's going to get killed so long as he gets justice for his own failures.

Both Nick and June were right to call him out. It is a repellent behaviour all too common in government officials who don't in fact give a shit about anyone or anything other than the supposed big picture and their own power.

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

I fucking hate Mark Blaine so much

I hate him I hate him I hate him

[moogiewara]

"you're skinny like all the crops failed on your family's farm" gotta love Rory lol

[bitbybitwrites]

I was tagged by : @porcelainmortal, @alasse9 @forabeatofadrum

Thanks for thinking of me! . . I should really do this before 2024 is up, right? 😂

BTW its still Dec 31 here where I am, so I'll say it counts.

I've done a lot more than I expected this year, as I look back. And I'm kind of proud of myself.

I started writing for another fandom - RWRB. Its been fun adding these characters to the mix.

I managed finishing 1 multi-chapter fic and a 11 shorter fics.

I'm still plugging away on 3 longer multi-chapter WIP, adding and posting chapters as I go.

I have compiled an additional WIP list of (*stops to count*) 16 other fics that are not posted yet, but are in various stages of readiness. I flitter around adding bits to each when inpiration hits.

I think that's about it for me for 2024 - still writing, slow and steady. 😊

I'm always so happy to see any of kudos and comments if you have left any . . . and I'm still really apologetic that I haven't gotten to responding to many. There's only so much time in the day. I will try to get to them!

WRITING GOALS FOR 2025: Basically write more, and write as often as I can. There are so many of my WIP I want to get into and finish . . hopefully some of you will find them interesting to read!

Wishing you all a Happy New Year and a productive and creative 2025! I look forward to seeing/reading all you create!

See links and descriptions to everything under the cut!

1.) COMPLETED FICS

April 2024

Falling For You (Klaine fic) - 26,089 words

Summary:

Kurt Hummel thought by donating his services as a florist to Memorial Sloan Kettering, that he would simply be giving back to the medical community. A good deed for the month of December. Little did he know that a few chance run-ins with an adorable doctor and a sweet little girl in the hospital lobby would change all that. Written for the Klaine Secret Santa 2023 Gift Exchange.

May 2024

Pretty Shiny things (Klaine fic) - 1,943 words

Summary:

The clangs and shrieks of the alarm system at Christie's Auction House filled the corridors, echoing through the mostly empty building. They were just as loud as the beating of Kurt and Blaine's hearts as they raced down corridor after corridor while they attempted to escape. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kurt growled through his teeth as he ran, slipping slightly on the polished marble floor as he turned another corner. “I leave you alone for five minutes . . . FIVE MINUTES, Blaine. What on earth did you do?” **** Discovered a fun new thing on Tumblr called Ficlet Friday. This ficlet was inspired by a dialogue prompt by annepi: Prompt: Klaine - “I leave you alone for five minutes...”

June 2024

hold me close (FirstPrince fic) - 836 words

Summary:

Alex has had a rough day. It's a good thing that Henry's home to take care of him. For a Ficlet Friday prompt : "Tell me anything. Everything.”

blythe spirit (FirstPrince fic) - 1,756 words

Summary:

“I . . . I don't know why you're even interested." “Baby, I love you.  I'm interested in everything about you." Alex gave Henry a very pointed and heated look that definitely hit the mark. The flush on Henry’s face now deepened.  He worried his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he considered his options. “Come on,” Alex softly cajoled.  “You can’t just say things like: ‘I played Elvira in a school production of Blythe Spirit’ and not expect me to ask for pictures . . or at least the lowdown on it all.”  Alex pouted again to prove his point.  “I’m a weak man, H.  These are the types of things I need to know more about.” ***** From a Friday Ficlet prompt: "Tell Me anything. Everything."

nightfall (Klaine fic) - 219 words

Summary:

Blaine sighed as he collapsed onto the sand. With his chin upon his knees and arms wrapped around his legs, Blaine gazed out toward the ocean, deciding that the purple-ish pink sky that stretched out before him was absolutely breathtaking. If only he had his camera with him. It would be a perfect addition to his next gallery exhibit. ***** Based off a Tumblr Prompt/Ask Game - "Create a microstory from the prompt selected" Thanks to Falles for giving me: "49 - nightfall"

i'll always come back to you (FirstPrince fic) - 504 words

Summary:

Alex will always come back to Henry . . .always Based on a microstory prompt: #32 - dust motes

July 2024

fire island follies (Klaine fic) - 3,027 words

Summary:

Blaine Anderson is off to a weekend on Fire Island - well, his good friend Santana is draggng him on one. He's not so sure it's the best thing to do - but a run-in with a beautiful performer from the Fire Island Follies quickly changes his mind. ****** From a Tumblr Friday Ficlet prompt from bowtiesandboatshoes : "We're going to Fire Island.  It's like gay Disney World." Title is from an actual burlesque/cabaret show: The Fire Island Follies

i hate waiting (FirstPrince fic) - 555 Words

Summary:

Alex needs to keep his daughter from being bored.   inspired by this adorable picture on Tumblr by wordsofhoneydew

study date (Klaine fic) - 945 words

Summary:

"Get your hands off me!" The sound of a scuffle had Kurt look up from his reading. To be honest, Divination was such a bore of a class. It's not like he needed to learn anything new about it. Kurt had all of his mother's crystals, divination tools, and journals tucked away in her old trunk up in the attic of their home. He could read tea leaves and scry with the best of them. He had long ago lost focus on the chapter Professor Holiday had assigned them for the evening, so at this point, any other distraction would be welcome. Even if it was prefect duties.

Originally this was a bit of a false start for my fic, Advanced Potions

The original prompt was "hogwarts!au + 4. meet messy + 6. "what is that?"

August 2024

what can compare with your beautiful sound (Klaine fic) - 1,183 words

Summary:

Kurt’s brow furrowed as he concentrated on the task at hand. He had to get it just right. His hand hovered just a few inches higher, and with a deft flick of his wrist, a drop of wax fell from the lit candle in his hand to his canvas below. The canvas moaned in ecstasy. “Now, darling, we don’t want to shift, now do we?" Kurt softly murmured as he leaned in close. "You've been such a good boy for me so far." ***** Based off of a microstory prompt from Tumblr : "candles"

November 2024

smutsgiving/wanksgiving 2024: rwrb/firstprince - 662 words

Summary:

Prince Henry has been given a new gift for his bedchamber. Entry for Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving 2024.

smutsgiving/wanksgiving 2024: klaine - 580 Words

Summary:

Dinner was lovely, but Blaine is really ready to go home. Entry for Smutsgiving/Wanksgiving 2024.

2.) PARTIALLY PUBLISHED WIP:

(Klaine) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - (Klaine Reverse Bang 2023) Life in New York City and working in the restaurant industry wasn’t exactly what Kurt Hummel had expected it would be. He’s lonely, stressed out and miserable. He’s almost ready to throw in the towel and return home to Ohio when a chance meeting with a musician in Central Park changes everything. (Warning: an angsty rollercoaster of a ride. Soooo many cameos from Glee characters! 😉)

(RWRB) Puppy Love - (RWRB NYE gift exchange 2023) The cold snowy day that Henry Fox discovers an abandoned beagle puppy in an alley brings handsome, flirty veterinarian, Alex Claremont-Diaz into his life. Alex is a single dad, recently moved to NY with his young son who Henry hasn't met yet - or so Alex thought. (Fluffy kid!fic)

(Klaine) Sanctuary - (Klaine Word Scramble 2023) Crown Prince Blaine has stumbled into a secluded glade, trying to escape the horrors of the bloody war his father had brought upon their kingdom. Mourning his beloved older brother and faced with the burden of taking his place in the kingdom, Blaine yearns for a place to hid from the world to deal with the issues weighing on his heavy heart. He encounters a mysterious elf, the guardian of the magical spring that Blaine has mistakenly defiled, whose growing connection to his life the young prince can't ignore. (Inspired by an idea/ artwork by @datshitrandom and @justgleekout)

3.) WIP FICS TO FINISH AND POST

My WIP list can be found here! I keep it updated. Feel free to ask me about any of them if you're curious . . 🥰. Hoping to finish some of these in the coming year.

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OK so ( as usual) I'm late to post - so if anyone hasn't done this yet and wants to - take my big open tag for it and maybe some of these folks might want to do one of these wrap ups as well?

Tagging ( participate only if you want to): @wowbright, @gleefulpoppet, @daisyishedwig, @spaceorphan18 @special-bc-ur-part-of-it

@myheartalivewrites, @14carrotghoul, @thighzp @tailsbeth-writes @onthewaytosomewhere

@sophie1973 @getmehighonmagic @tinyarmedtrex @henrysfox @blueeyedgrlwrites

@kirakiwiwrites @madas-ahatters-world @sarkyblueeyes @heartsmadeofbooks @iboatedhere

@little-escapist @littlemisskittentoes @kurtsascot @hkvoyage @lilinas

Psst. . . and if any fanartists see this and want to share what they've drawn this year, tag me! I'd love to see your work if I've missed some!

[glasskey]

I’m Gonna Cut Your F#cking Heart Out - The June Osborne Hit List Pt 2.

I'm back, and this time I’ll be covering my favorite June mic drops from Season 2. Apart from the faux hanging at the beginning, this season started out fairly promising with Nick starting to get his Mayday on, and hatching a half-assed escape plan. Unfortunately apart from her short holiday away from Hell at the Boston Globe with her side piece, June was juggled back and forth between Aunt Lydia and Serena's nefarious clutches. It’s enough to make a heavily pregnant Handmaid just a wee bit cranky.

I am Free

Nick having found out that he’s about to be a baby daddy, decides to help June hotfoot it to the border. In this scene June sheds her handmaid’s garb, and proceeds to burn her figurative emotional shackles. In a bloody display of grit and determination, she cuts out her ear tag with a pair of scissors and tosses it into the fire. Standing in the flickering firelight, drenched in blood, Osborne proclaims her freedom…..and she almost makes it. Almost. Fire is traditionally cleansing, it has the power to utterly destroy, and for June it signals both annihilation and rebirth.

At the end of season two Blaine attempts unsuccessfully to facilitate her escape once again. This time on a freezing, pitch black night, Nick and the resident Martha's set fire to a neighboring house, creating a diversion. Together with the sudden violent downpour, it symbolizes Nick and June’s collective grief over the loss of their family unit, and signals Nicole and June’s passage to other realms.

Back at the Waterford home, Nick lights Serena's cigarette, it is not the first time we have seen him smoking at somewhat pivotal points for his own emotional conflict and it wont be the last. Upon June's unceremonious return, Serena drives her from the family home by setting fire to the Waterford estate, severing June's bindings to both Fred and Serena, beginning with the marital bed. Serena stands in front of what can only be described as a blazing funeral pyre, entranced. She almost goes down with it. it is June who coaxes her back from the edge, fittingly in later episodes, these two will share a cigarette. The walls tremble beneath June’s hands, a giant incendiary force boiling beneath the surface waiting to explode; finally ripping through the family home leaving it a pile of smouldering ash.

In season 4 it’s not just the appearance of a fire, but a colossal explosion that finally marks her liberty. It’s no coincidence that it’s Blaine who unleashes it. Much like this explosion, each of his background manueverings, has an impact in her life that reverberates outwards. Each one bringing her closer and closer to freedom.

In Atwood's text June’s desire to stay in Gilead with Nick is a commentary on how easily freedom can be forgotten in the face of these types of relationships. But in the series Blaine presents a conundrum, he appears somewhat trapped, unhappy and regretful. He actively facilitates her escape on several occasions and is angry when she refuses to leave. Blaine sees June as a beacon of freedom and as such his salvation lies with her.

“Freedom agrees with you” observes Blaine in 4 09, but June continues to stay tagged; both Hannah and Nick remain in Gilead. Ironically they have met in the freezing snow, and time will demonstrate that despite her return to a peaceful home, her constant longing for Hannah and Blaine remains. Her freedom is just an illusion, Gilead still has her by the throat.

You Know My Fucking Name

Yes indeedy. Season 1 June Osborne was just an anonymous little handmaid, come season 3 she’s a household name and by season 5 she’s Gilead public enemy number 1. To say her PR division had been busy would be an understatement. Particularly to Aunt Lydia, Osborne has been somewhat of a thorn in her paw, she’s been acting like a bit of a “rebel handmaid commander” as Nick so eloquently put it. Defiant, unruly and just a wee bit mouthy. This scene is memorable to say the least. Aunt Lydia has come bearing gifts; it’s June’s slavery in the form of her pretty little Handmaid’s dress.

Having tasted freedom for a spell, and just a tad bit resentful of being chained up once again, June now has a nice big belly full of fuck you. When Aunt Lydia calls June by her slave name, she quietly snarls “It’s June. You know my fucking name”. She demands acknowledgement as the individual with rights Lydia knows she is, and not just some incubator for Gilead. Being preggers, June thinks that she has the upper hand, but unfortunately she’s dead wrong. The following scene is a call back to S2 Episode 1 when Aunt Lydia tried to convince June to eat all her veg by showing her the disheveled, insane, heavily pregnant handmaid, chained to a bed in the basement. Desperation just oozes out of her pores, her eyes appeal to June who relents in the face of this pathetic creature whose fate it is simply to give birth and then meet the noose. As the other handmaids are brutally tortured for their insubordination, in front of her, June chokes down every last bite.

In Episode 4, Aunt Lydia wastes no time in reminding her that if she doesn’t lose the attitude quick smart, she’ll end up just like her “defiant” friend. It’s no mistake that Aunt Lydia has chained June to the bed and the comforter looks eerily similar, all it takes is a surgically worded threat from her and technicolor visions of her predecessor flash through June’s head. Sure enough June obediently dons her Handmaids garb once again, and is trotted back off into the Waterford’s clutches. Well played Aunt Lydia.

I Can't Lose You

Someone is definitely in love. Like up to her neck in it. She’s just returned from the Boston Globe where her and Nick have had almost 3 months to bond during the first trimester of their baby. If these two are not in love by now, they never will be. Nick, so blinded by it, makes the ill informed decision to step up to Serena, who is sharp enough to recognize his reckless abandon for exactly what it is, and “rewards” him with a sparkling new child bride. Young Eden, having been heavily indoctrinated to dutifully carry out Gilead law, then proceeds to press him to help her conceive a child. The idea of having sex with a 15 year old is abhorrent to Nick. He successfully dodges her for a while, but then she starts using phrases like “gender traitor”, something which could easily get him killed. Nick and June can’t escape it, he’s going to have to consummate the relationship and he’s appalled. June’s quick to point out that shit like this is her everyday existence, if he doesn’t do it she’ll lose him and that’s something that she just can’t do. When June blurts this out, it isn’t quite her saying I love you but it’s definitely the first sign of it, and Blaine immediately clocks it for what it is.

As she walks out the door he states in a very definitive tone, that he loves her, firmly declaring his position in their relationship and reassuring her that despite current circumstances, he’s not going anywhere. It’s a stunning admission from the usually stoic Blaine who would otherwise need the jaws-of-life to articulate such emotion. It marks the opening of the veritable flood gates; from here on in he’s an absolute font of such sentiments. Fuck it. It’s Gilead, he could die tomorrow.

Since the Boston Globe their relationship had taken on a whole new tenor. Instead of the silent uncommunicative Blaine who refused to engage with her, despite her pleas of “talk to me”, we now had a Nick who couldn’t contain himself, proclaiming such sentiments as “I think about us all the time.” Now it was actually June trying vainly to keep him at arms-length, but it was already way too late. While she may have coldly declared that Eden is his wife in response to his sudden declaration of love; behind closed doors she’s in pieces.

The Natural Way

Technically, Serena’s line but I’m going to give this one to June as it’s about her trauma and pain so she should own this moment. Serena is livid at June’s false labor, she humiliated her in front of her resident knitting circle and then gloated about it in front of a bunch of quietly snickering handmaids, Serena’s decided it’s fucking on. Conveniently ever since she got back from her “kidnapping”, Fred’s just been itching to get his hands all over June. As a result Serena convinces Fred to “help the baby come out the “natural way”.

June has managed to keep Fred at arm’s length since she was recaptured and this is just the permission he needs to take what he wants. There’s a moment in this scene where Serena speaks to June gently, coaxing her down onto the bed and then grabs her in a vice like grip to hold her down. This is Serena in a nutshell; a sweet luring word followed by a brutal trap. At first this starts as a joint endeavor between Fred and Serena with them hypnotically chanting out the usual rant about Rachel and Bilah, but it quickly deteriorates as Fred dissolves into a vicious frenzy and Serena realizes that Fred’s not interested in anything but the actual act of violently raping June. June has retreated into a state of utter shock, she stares silently at the ceiling, her spirit recoiling to some dark corner that neither sees nor hears. She can’t even scream. In this moment June seems so vacant she appears almost lifeless, a mere body being torn apart by two monsters. Serena’s stunned by Fred’s frantic desire to possess and consume June, his evident rage at being previously denied. She can barely look at him by the end, ironic given Serena was originally using Fred to actualize her fury. There are moments throughout THT where Serena, confronted by the consequences of her endeavors, is sickened and visibly flinches. This is one of them.

This is the moment that may have damned Serena forever, I personally cannot forgive her for it and I’m not sure that any inner journey will ever be suffice to earn her a survivable character redemption. In Atwood's text Serena was aged and crippled, but in the series Serena is young and beautiful, as such she challenges our ideals and illusions of beauty as a sign of a nurturing or maternal spirit. She’s cold, toxic and despite June’s continued best efforts, absolutely unreachable. Serena's violence is more coercive control than the obvious physical force that Fred wields, but make no mistake, she is no second string. Serena has a truly devastating power, matched only by her cunning, and here in Gilead Serena is a snake who uses Fred as her fangs.

I’ll be back with another hit lit very shortly. In the meantime I’d love to hear what your favourite June line was from S2, in the comments.

[receivedhope]

i’m actually a huge fan and believer of the blaine is obscenely rich headcanon and i’m unfortunately not capable of staying short and sweet with my glee ramblings so under the read more are my reasonings

1. it is loosely implied by canon in NBK + Movin Out: he implies that while not many people can afford the steep dalton tuition price, he can and HE BUYS A PIANO UNPROMPTED AS A “THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME STAY FOR THE WEEKEND” GIFT. i tried to find out if anyone knew what brand and type it was but i was unsuccessful. since im woefully unequipped to say, i can only assume what i already know: it still cost a lot.

1.a) while i cannot (and don’t really desire to) attach a number to the dalton tuition fee, it’s also hard to say conclusively if we are talking about relatively expensive or actually expensive, since the hummels’ economical standing is also unclear. however there are some canon moments where you can kinda ballpark it:

- while kurt is known to sew/alter/thrift most of his clothes, he does have a few designer pieces, like a new marc jacobs jacket in pilot (sidenote: the jacket debuted in the fall of 2008. it really may have been fresh off the runway at the time of filming, which i think is a nice touch for kurt)

- an expensive car is used as a bargaining chip so that kurt would stop wearing his sweaters

- in theatricality, carole remarks that the hummels’ house is twice as big as theirs

based on those mostly, i assumed the hummels are comfortably middle class in canon, however in pre-canon, i can easily see them struggling more after kurt’s mom’s death. burt and kurt only really seem to have each other and burt was grieving, plus funerals are expensive, so i can see why burt would say in BTW that they’re “spending money they don’t have [on tuition]” or why they’d need to use the honeymoon money at all. i’m fairly confident those years of struggling left a huge mark on burt, to the point where he would consider a savings account necessary and only for emergencies - maybe the dalton tuition is not considered as such (yet?)

(i’m extremely kind so i’m pretending the glee writers gave a fuck about this LOL)

b) we do not know how much was the honeymoon money or how much of the semester the tuition fee covered (since kurt transferred around november-ish) but i don’t think we necessarily need to - it’s enough money that the comfortably living hummels find it an outrageous amount.

2. i think it makes his transfer mean that much more. if he is forced to transfer due to money troubles - which i already don’t believe because of TPPP’s lima bean scene and for “i did this for me”/“i changed schools for [kurt]” being actual lines he says lol - it removes his autonomy and makes him seem that much more opportunistic/manipulative by presenting it to kurt as a romantic gesture and him being willing to grow. one of the very first things he says is that he regrets running away to dalton. you have to keep in mind that dalton is presented as a safe haven for klaine but it ultimately doesn’t challenge them so they cannot grow there. blaine taking this step of his own volition is meaningful for him as a character, boyfriend and person.

3. i like the idea that him being well off contributed to burt eventually giving his blessing when blaine asked for kurts hand. despite all the (very, very valid) reservations he has against them marrying so young, i do think that he likes blaine and sees the upside of the stability he can give to kurt, as any parent would. (and if anyone knows how expensive kurt is to keep happy, its him)

4. it’s fun! this is one of those headcanons i am so attached to despite the lack of concerete canon evidence because it just adds a layer to my enjoyment of blaine.

[givethemsmut]

Dom Mysterio x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Three | Where It All Started…

D O M ‘ S P O V

Slamming her door shut I rounded the car and slipped behind the wheel. The tension was so thick I couldn’t breath easy but maybe that was simply the anger talking.

I was tired of making her mine, fucking her senseless, marking her body with me, everything I could to make sure the world knew she was mine. Instead the world kept testing me and forcing me to prove it.

Our past was never going to stop haunting us.

Slicing through the silence I finally forced the words past my locked jaw. “How many ways do I have to make you mine? Every fucking corner there’s something or someone spitting in my face when it comes to you. Our whole damn lives. My name is fucking tattooed on your ass but you can’t tell me shit like that? Instead Blaine does?”

Her hand reached for my thigh, inching her way dangerously close to way we settle everything.

“It’s the past. He’s just trying to piss you off like he always has.” I could hear it in her voice, the way she skipped over the important stuff to spare my feelings. Tonight she saw the part of me she hasn’t before. The part that I keep locked away so no one gets hurt.

“No, the past is you fucking him, but the present is me trying to purpose when your ex drops by to let me know he’s already done that.” I fished the ring box out of my jacket pocket and dropped it in her lap.

I had rendered her speechless when she delicately picked up the box but didn’t dare open it.

“That’s why you went on all those dates, kept telling me we couldn’t be together, avoided sex until you couldn’t - to spare my feelings, right? Everything you did was fucking noble because it was to spare me. Only now it didn’t protect me for shit.” Pulling into our driveway I turned off the car and sat there waiting for her to get out so I could leave again. I needed to clear my head and dump the anger on the side of the road where it couldn’t lash out again.

“Dom,” I felt her hand squeeze my thigh before she tried to lean over the console between us. “Just come inside. Please.”

Twisting my gaze I started at her insulted, cold and emotionless. “Why, so you can fuck me into forgiving you? You have a good pussy but it’s not gonna work this time, mi amore.”

There was no doubt about it: we were toxic, manipulative, sometimes hurtful but everything we did was to spare some kind of pain. It made sense but all I wanted was space to be pissed.

Slipping out of the car she gave up and left the ring box in her seat instead. Peeling out of the drive way I drove nowhere, anywhere, with the music blaring and my mind knotted up.

I was going to ask her to marry me and Blaine already did. Not even that he did but she said yes.

I drove around until I stopped looking for a fight. My fists finally relaxed and my jaw unclenched when I turned into the driveway.

Inside, climbing the stairs I could see the warm glow of candles and immediately regretted not slumming it in a guest room.

Opening the door I saw the mess of candles and the purple lace thong peeking under the shirt she was wearing. No doubt my shirt. Fast asleep I quietly moved through the room, discarding my clothes except a plain shirt and my boxer briefs.

Siting down in our bed I scrolled through ignored texts when I felt her hands touched my back under my shirt. “You’re finally home.”

“I almost crashed at my parents. I’m not in the mood. I have to catch a flight tomorrow and get back to work. I just wanna relax while I can.” Slamming the end table drawer with the ring box tucked safely inside I felt her jump at the sound.

Her lips kissed my jaw and neck so lightly it almost tickled.

My hands gently pushed her back as I sat against the headboard and got control over her throwing herself at me. “Hey, I’m serious. It’s gonna take time to digest.”

Sitting on her knees next to me she spoke, explained. “I said yes but only because you were going to USC with Marie. I didn’t wanna be alone.”

I kept my eyes on my phone when I replied, “Should I pity you?”

“Dom. I have a past just as much as you do. It’s not easy just blurting out reasons to hate me. When does it come up in conversation?”

“After I told you everyone I fucked.” I felt her hand reach out, trying to touch me if the truth didn’t. Without warning she climbed on top of my lap, straddling me and stealing the phone in my hands. Tossing it in the bed next to us she guided my hands to her tits as she adjuster herself on top of me.

“I’m sorry. Blaine was your biggest archenemy, I wasn’t trying to make it worse. I should have told you, okay? I never thought we would be here.”

“Doesn’t matter now. I wanted to be the first you said yes to.” My voice was tired and lazy as my hands dropped from her chest. “I’m gonna go to bed. I gotta be up early to shower before my flight.”

“Dom. Just let me. Please,” her hands shook, fisted up in my shirt and her hips trying to sway so softly I wouldn’t notice.

She was hurting the same way I was. It was taking every ounce of me to stay strong and say no. I didn’t wanna push shit under the rug, not about this.

Her hands snuck under my shirt, trailing up my abs and her back curved just enough to outline everything I wanted to see in the dark.

“Is that what you want? You want me to lay here and be a good fucking dildo? I was going to ask you to marry me. You can’t fix that with your greedy fucking pussy.” I leaned back taking off my shirt and adjusting myself in my boxers for her to reach in and take me out. I was going to force her to take what she wanted and I wasn’t about to make it easy.

“I want you to stop caring about the past when I’m right here on top of you. I want the easy part to stay easy. I wanna be your wife. Blaine was a fucking back up plan and when I couldn’t tell you I knew I couldn’t go through with it.”

My hand reached up into her hair, pulled her head back, and watching her nipples perk through my shirt. “How did he ask? How many times did you fuck him and lie about it?”

“He asked in bed after I let him fuck me. How romantic, right?” She flicked a thin tear drop off her cheek with her finger before rolling her hips just enough forward to collide with my semi hard dick.

“I hate you for saying yes to him… I could have killed him. I want all the ways my cock ruined you to ruin you for everyone else. I want my name on your ass and my name carved into your heart to fucking matter. How many more ways do I have to make you mine?” Pushing her down on the bed I slipped between her legs and my palms held her hands above her head. “When are you going to be just mine?”

Pressing my crotch into her lace panties I felt the urge to bury this fucking fight creep up my spine. I wanted to fuck her until she cried my name and begged me to stop. I wanted to coat her greedy pussy in me and call her damaged goods.

Pulling my shirt off with one hand I watched her hips try to hump nothing. “I’ve been yours since the day I met you. Everything else was a distraction.” Her mouth kissed up my abs, my chest, until she trailed kisses up my jaw too. “Always been yours. Even when I wasn’t.”

Her hand dipped below the band of my boxer briefs as we kneeled so closely I felt poisoned.

Working her hand up and down I nearly folded over when I fell to the bed just for her to follow. Pulling down the band enough for me to bounce out I watched her bit her lip at what she did to me.

“You see what you do to me?” Dragging my hand down myself I watched her sit back on her heels like she was about to worship.

Her lips parted and I heard how her doctor spoke to us like love sick teenagers who would needed to slow down. “Fuck, you aren’t cleared. We can’t baby.”

Her hand on my chest she leaned into me, “We’ll use a condom or whatever. You leave tomorrow.”

“We can’t, mi amore. She said we can cause more damage. I need a cold shower. Fuck.” I groaned the last of my words before pushing to the edge of the bed with my feet back on solid ground.

“Dom,” her expression collapsed like I rejected her for fun. “You can’t be serious.”

Leaning against the doorframe I watched her sitting back on her heels with her legs just open enough to make you wonder how wet she truly was. “We’ve gone this long. A few more days won’t kill us.”

“Might not kill you. You’re leaving, again. And for how long this time?” Her fingers kept pulling the sides of her thong trying to get her hips under control.

I could practically taste how aroused she was on my tongue. She was killing me but if I took any steps to close the gap between us I couldn’t be responsible for fucking her senseless.

“A week. Max. I’ll be back as much as I can.” My hand skated down myself and I squeezed my own length trying to find any kind of relief.

“I wanna come with you. She didn’t say I couldn’t travel… I don’t wanna be home missing you. Wouldn’t anyone on the roster die for a girlfriend who legit has nothing keeping them from going with them?”

My thumb brushed my nose thinking of excuses to hand feed her. “Do you know how much harder it’s going to be to not fuck? You aren’t cleared for a reason.”

I watched her lay back against our pillows defeated, pulling her panties down and shimmying out of them. Her back arched and her head went back in this silent whimper I could almost hear while her hands roamed her own body.

I wanted to ask her what she was doing but I didn’t want her to stop. Her bent legs fell apart and I watched her hand disappear between her legs.

Fuck me.

Her soft moans and pants sang to my dick when I squeezed myself again inside my boxer briefs even though it wasn’t helping any.

“Mi amore,” I begged her for something but I didn’t even know what anymore. I wanted to fuck, fight, anything I shouldn’t be doing.

An unmistakeable moan poured for her mouth when I heard my name. She was testing me on purpose and it was working.

Kneeling on the bed I let my hand run down her leg, watching her fingers frantically circle her clit like it was any kind of replacement for me. “You know nothing makes you come like me. It’s pointless to try…”

I could see her face flush with frustration knowing I was right. Nothing was going to be me, not even her own hand.

She was going to have to suffer just like me.

[careless-with-your-heart]

#WIPONESHOT

Because let's just be unhinged in this one-shot, besties.

He kisses her everywhere that’s safe—overcome by the softness over her ribs, the pebbled hardness of her nipples against the flat of his tongue, the tautness of the ligament that runs from just behind her knee and down, ending at the sweet curve at the underside of her ass. It’s there that he sucks dark, vicious marks into her pale skin while she writhes and swears under the effort.

Oh, he doesn’t break the skin, just draws hard enough to bring blood up under the surface, pulling back and watching each swirl of purple-red bloom into the shape of his worshipping mouth. He whispers between perpetrating each bruise all the forbidden things he wants to do to her.

Gonna keep you in my bed until you’re ruined for anyone else.

The last one—edged with all the vehement, jealous possessiveness that wells up in his chest when he thinks of Kitty leaving, of the possibility of her finding someone new. Some wholesome, doting, stalwart fucking yokel with stars in his eyes for her, who gets the future privilege of touching her the way Blaine is now. Someone with the ability to give her a life that isn’t dependent on the deaths of others. Just before the thought of it overwhelms him, just as he feels the slightest red pressure build behind his eyes, she whispers back.

I’m already there.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Keep it Strange

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Twenty)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, past abuse, cursing, dark urges, Dom on edge, smoking, desperate boys, anxiety, bloodthirsty Dom, playful boys, fighting for top, d/s dynamics, blood play, biting/marking, spitting, scratching, name calling, groping, grinding, alpha posturing ish, Kells getting tossed like a doll, presenting, mentions of anal, toy play, improper (proper) use of a toy, teasing, control, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Nothing happened the next day that called the truce into question and the following day was calm as well. By the third day Dom was starting to let the dust settle and his instincts weren't as overwhelmed as they had been for weeks. He wasn't sure he trusted the bastard but he at least was starting to believe James would let them know if the agreement held, not that it was really an agreement. Colson put the fear of well… them into the man and told him how everything would go. It was a night he wouldn't soon forget, not with how sexy it was to watch his lover scare people, and not for all the bad that happened either. He hated seeing his boy hurt,scared, or upset. It wasn't fair, the kid had been through too much already in his young life. There was a small part of him that hoped he'd never have to kill the other Alpha, he knew it would be painful for Blain.

Life wasn't exactly back to normal because they'd never really had that. Their lives were constantly hectic and often deadly. Not normally for them of course. His mate was restless though, possibly more than he'd been in a while. He wasn't sure if it was over his uncle or the Brit fuck, but Dom could feel his partner on edge and a wildness burned under the older man's skin. The killer was facing his own stress, his urges were almost overwhelming him with no outlet in sight. He'd normally have snapped already but his family kept him tethered. He was back to barely sleeping and seeing red far too easily. He was just glad he hadn't started fighting his loved ones. Yet. He didn't have much control but he refused to be a bad mate or father. He wouldn't continue that from his own. Never.

He spent probably a little too much time on the balcony, his gaze scanning the sidewalk below to make sure none of their enemies came too close. Part of him almost hoped one would try to trespass, he might be allowed to use force to scare them off. He was doing just that yet again when his omega found him. It was too early in the morning for anyone to wake up, he had thought. He was bundled in a hoodie and boxer briefs, smoking a cigarette. He was the picture of a movie villain planning the downfall of mankind but his ideas weren't so grand. He was just caught thinking about the murder of his future father and uncle in-law. Again.

“Mmm, that smells good as fuck. Come to bed and let me roll on you.” Colson teased softly as he stood against the glass door and stared down at his lost lover. He was worried about the serial killer, he knew Dom didn't do well having to wait so long between his missions. He was almost thankful they'd had to face the boy's rut for a few days, it seemed to distract him and take care of his urges for a while. He knew their trap night hadn't helped though, everyone was worked up since then.

Dom caught his partner glancing over to where they knew James was staying. They both had a habit of looking to that room across the street just to make sure they wouldn't be terribly shot at again. “Sorry luv, I didn't mean to wake yas.” He sighed and took another deep drag before snuffing his cigarette out. He wasn't sure why but he blew the smoke away from the other before stepping close and wrapping his arms around the taller man. “Jus’ couldn't sleep. But if you want to roll in me…” The Alpha trailed off with a playful growl. He wasn't sure what kind of come-on it was but it made the boss chuckle and squeeze his ass so he counted it as a win.

“You never fucking sleep. You okay?” Col asked softly. He didn't mean to ruin the possible mood Dom was building but he needed to check in. “Is there anything I can do to help?” He was more worried than he'd like to admit and he felt responsible for so much of the problem. They were being watched by the feds because of him. His uncle and father were making him more desperate to kill. It was him. Of course the other would deny it but he knew the truth and he wanted to make it better if he could.

“Not unless I can gut yas wiv'out killing you.” The Alpha tried to make it a joke but Kells felt the way he shivered at the thought. He knew it wasn't that Dom wanted to kill him, but sex, blood, and murder were all mixed up in both their minds. He'd learned so much more during the other's cycle. Dom had been more open and honest about himself than ever before.

“Maybe not that hardcore but if you just need to bleed someone a little-”

“No. Fuck tha' Cols. I won't ‘urt you.” The killer didn't mean to sound harsh when he said it but he couldn't follow that thought at all. If they opened up that possibility even a little he wasn't sure he could trust himself to stop. He stepped back and took his partner's hand, pulling him into the bedroom, and he shut the door behind them but before he could get away the man was crowding him against the glass. “Colson-”

“What?” The omega growled back. He wasn't trying to be aggressive but he felt too responsible and wanted to ease his lover's pain. He wasn't holding him down but he pressed his body against Dom’s and laid his forearms against the door to keep him close. “Whatever you need I've got you. Haven't I hurt you enough? I think it's fair game for you to fuck me up a little.”

Dom felt his throat go dry and try to close and his mouth filled with saliva. His cock jerked to life but he refused to reach out. He wouldn't hurt his lover. He couldn't. There was something in his mind that stopped him from even trying and it was stronger than it had been in a while. He didn't think he could lay a hand on the other if it was meant to harm at all. He pressed himself back against the glass and tried to leech the cool from it. He needed it. He needed a bucket of ice dumped on his head.

Col leaned closer, the scent of his mate's lips beckoning him near. Dom had his own warm spiced smell but when it was topped with cigarettes it made him even needier. He could already feel himself wet between his bare thighs. He hadn't seen a reason to dress even though they didn't fuck before bed. Most nights he felt more comfortable undressed and he knew Dom liked it that way. He hovered close, their gazes caught and heavy. “Would blood help?” He whispered and the boy swallowed hard. He rolled his lip between his teeth and nicked the skin against his small fangs before sucking hard on the wound until he felt his mouth fill.

Dominic watched as crimson filled the space between his lover's lips and he shook as one drop spilled over and down his chin. A soft desperate noise escaped him but then Col was spitting in his face and he almost broke. Warm copper scent hit his senses but he fought to keep himself in check. He couldn't hurt the man. He wouldn't. His nostrils flared as blood dripped down his skin but when he didn't move Colson moved closer and flicked his tongue between the boy's lips. The flavor made his instincts come alive but still he waited. It felt like a small death but he waited. “I won't ‘urt you.”

“You don't have to. Does it fucking help?” He demanded, his voice flat. After a moment Dom nodded and he grinned wide, splitting his lip even more. When he spoke more blood splattered on the Alpha's face and the boy nearly shattered from it. He wanted to lunge, he wanted to suck the life out of his fiancé but he kept himself in check. Barely. “What if I hurt you? Or myself? Just a little?” Col purred, licking a red stripe over Dom's cheek before he nibbled on his earlobe.

“D-don’t um- don't- don't know.” The Alpha almost said not to but he was too strung out already to deny. Kells had a magical ability to make it impossible for him to lie. He didn't know if it was the man himself, their love, or if the pussy was just that fucking good. All were possible, he was whipped as the other members of Col’s family liked to call him. He wasn't ashamed of it though, he gave his leash to his partner willingly.

Colson fought not to moan when the younger man bucked forward. It was the first sign of his control breaking and he loved to crumble him down. He wasn't sure if making his boy drop actually helped anything but he knew Dom wouldn't go completely, he was too worried about keeping them all safe. He hadn't even moved to touch him more than his lips and tongue but Dom was easy for him. It was a beautiful fucking thing. He could feel his own dick throbbing between them, grinding against his mate's. His slick dripped messily down his quaking thighs. He could control so much of his own body when he needed to dominate his partner but not his cunt. Never that. His hormones were running wild and he felt fire in his veins for the Alpha, in the back of his mind he wondered if he was close to heat.

The omega struck quickly, one hand pushing between their chests to wrap rough around the killer's throat. Dom's head hit the door and he felt him swallow. His pulse was thumping like a bunny under his skin. So often their roles were switched and he was able to feel like the predator hunting his prey. Jade flashed red and Dom's body reacted whether he meant for it to or not. Col could see the Alpha instincts taking their interaction as a threat. Maybe he was further gone into his urges than either of them thought or maybe they just trusted each other more since the boy's rut. Kells wasn't sure but he felt his fiancé go stiff and he watched the war in his eyes. Would they fight for control? Could he finally be getting what he'd craved for so long? “Bitch, don't even try me.” It was a promise for a battle and a beg to make it happen. He was needling the beast and he damn well knew it. He almost wanted to call it to come out like a good pet but he knew the best way was threat.

A smirk curled those plush blood dappled lips until Dom's fangs shined. He didn't know what was happening because he never fought his mate unless he was in rut but he could tell the other man was giving him permission to be what he was. An Alpha. A killer. A little bit of a monster. He wouldn't let it all out but his partner asked for a glimpse and he was just desperate enough to let it out. What he found funny was that they were battling for control but to let his urges to the surface he was giving up some of his. It was so hard won over so many years but to dominate his lover he had to let go. They were both giving up a little control it seemed. “I fink I will.”

With that growl Colson felt strong hands grope his ass and he was yanked up into the other man's arms. The move was so fast he couldn't fight it and he didn't want to. He started to wrap his legs around the boy's waist but he didn't have time. Dom tossed him across the room until his ass bounced on the bed. He was in the air for such a small fraction of time but it gave him butterflies. He was so tall he'd never had anyone treat him like he was weightless. It was heady as fuck and made him whimper.

The omega wanted to roll over and present but he wasn't ready to give in. Not yet. He watched Dom leap from the door to land in front of him and it was his turn to swallow hard. His gaze dropped to the killer's straining cock and the puddle of precum soaking the dark material of his briefs. A low graveled chuckle danced over his skin and he arched a brow. “Shouldn't you be naked?” He scoffed.

“Shouldn't you bloody well deserve it?” The Brit had never spoken like that to Colson before his rut but they were more comfortable sharing the dominant role.

Col’s golden eyes went wide and his lips parted in shock. He felt his body tremble but instead of talking back he reached for his partner’s hoodie and started working it up and off of him. He wasn't reprimanded for it but after dropping it to the floor and reaching for his underwear his hands were slapped away gently. “I need you- your dick. Fucking strip for me.” He couldn't be too honest so quickly and he had to fix it. It was also true but less emotional. Way less embarrassing.

Fingers tangled in Colson's hair and pulled his neck taut. He couldn't hold back a soft gasp but he stopped any other reaction in it's tracks. Chests pressed together as Dom’s tongue licked over his pulse. His adams apple. His sharp jaw. “You don't deserve it.” The killer growled before he tugged Kells away from him and pushed gently with his other hand. It wasn't hard but it made the older man stumble from his knees to fall back on his ass again. He didn't know what possessed him but his response was to set his nails against his mate's chest and cut him open to a spot just above his pebbled pink nipple. The noise Dom made was more animalistic than what he normally let free and for just a moment the omega thought he saw his own death in those crimson eyes. He trusted the other implicitly though, Dom would never hurt him. “Fine, if you gonna be a little brat I'll punish you like one.”

Whatever Colson expected it wasn't that his mate would crawl off the bed and walk away. He disappeared into their closet and the boss’s stomach flipped, his heart raced. He was so needy for his partner he could feel his slick soaking down to his knees and making the bed wet under him. A low whine left his lips as he chanced what would fix the situation and he turned around, his shaking hands reaching out to grip the headboard. He pushed his ass back and tried to make as sexy a picture as he could. He felt annoyingly vulnerable but as long as it got him laid he could handle it.

Dom found what he needed and walked out, his breath catching in his chest when he saw his lover. Col was the perfect example of a desperate omega and the sight of his legs spread and his pussy on display made him ache. He wouldn't stop though, he had a plan and he needed to teach his doll a lesson.

“Alpha I'm sorry. Please-” Whatever Colson was going to ask his voice broke off when he saw his fiancé. Dominic was sucking a vibrator between his lips, almost deep throating the fucking thing. Those eyes caught his and locked on and the bastard winked before he pulled it free. Slowly. Tortuously slowly. It wasn't a big one and he automatically knew where it was intended to be put. Dom only picked the smaller ones for one reason. His own sight tracked the drool pooling down the pink toy and both his ass and cunt clenched tight.

“Yeah I bet you sorry now. Too late. I'm gonna watch you squirt for me until you spent and I'm gonna play wiv me'self. If you're good I'll fuck you but if you ain't I'll finish wherever I want.” The boy's voice was harsh and demanding and it made the other man shiver. His hips bucked back unbidden and untouched, making his partner smirk again. “Such a needy pussy. Too bad, tha’ ain't where ‘is is going.” The omega already knew that but he still whimpered at the promise. He knew Dom was right, he'd gush from ass play just as much as he would from his cunt. If the Alpha could really hold himself back Col would be a mess by the time he finally felt his lover inside him. He didn't know if the need for torture was strong enough in the other man to keep his control but he was learning not to doubt his urges. With a glance outside he was thankful the sun wasn't up yet. He had a feeling they'd need the extra time.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 💕

Sorry for the naughty cliffhanger but I felt bad it had been so long and I wanted to get something out. These boys just can't get enough of each other, I wonder why. I may be slow to write for a while with everything happening here and I know you all understand but I hope you enjoy this! ✨❤️‍🔥🖤

[little-escapist]

au + trope + prompt game

13. soulmates!au + 9. strangers to lovers + 2. "fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. fuck."

Thanks for prompting! The fic is under the cut, no warnings, just fluff ;)

Blaine never thought he’d meet his soulmate like this. And boy, had he dreamed up different scenarios as a kid, often late into the night, trying to conjure up what his soulmate might look like. Of course, it’s not quite as easy as that, as everyone knows. The time you meet your soulmate is fated and you can’t find out how it’s going to happen or who it’s going to be until it’s happening. 

He’s early to the subway stop. He wanted to give Sam some privacy for a phone call with Mercedes and so he left for work way earlier than usual, almost early enough to catch the previous train. Almost being the key word.  

A well-dressed, slim man is swearing up a storm, his pale cheeks glowing red and his breath coming hard when Blaine reaches the platform.  

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck.” The man looks close to tears as he stares after the back of the train.  

“Hey,” Blaine says and approaches cautiously. “Is, um. Clearly something is wrong, but is there something I can do to help?”  

The stranger groans. “If you can turn back time, maybe. Otherwise, no.”  

“I’m sorry,” Blaine says, feeling bad for the other’s misfortune. “If I could turn back time, I’d do it for you, but as it is, I’m just human. I can listen and keep you company, though, if that helps any?”  

The man looks him in the eye and it’s like time stops. So maybe Blaine can manipulate time after all? They stare at each other for an eternity, Blaine drowns in the off-blue depths of this man’s eyes and never wants to leave.  

Finally, one of them blinks, and the moment is gone, reality rushing back in.  

“My name is Blaine,” Blaine says and offers his hand. He’s pretty sure already, but the touch will confirm it. His heart is racing in his chest, and he hopes that his hand won’t be too sweaty when this stranger takes it.  

“Kurt,” the man says as their palms touch, and a strange, burning itch begins in Blaine’s hand.  

They both feel it, because they exchange another glance, half excited, half terrified. Blaine really, really wants to see what his mark is like, but he doesn’t want to let go of Kurt’s hand. Kurt gives him a wobbly smile.  

“I guess being late for my job interview is worth it, because I met you at last,” he says, voice oddly wistful.  

Blaine huffs out a laugh and tucks in his chin. “So, you’ve been waiting for me?” The thought makes him feel warm all over. He has been waited for, he has been wanted even when he felt small and insignificant and useless. 

“Since forever! The thought of meeting you was the only thing that got me through, sometimes.”  

“Me, too. I’ve been looking for you forever.” They’re still holding hands, and both of them are growing sweaty on top of the burning tingle of their marks forming.  

“Do you want to see?” Kurt asks, bouncing in place a little.  

Blaine nods, and they let go to take a look at their palms.  

The soul mark is beautiful. Not that Blaine suspected anything else, but still, seeing it takes his breath away. It’s like lace, looping lines forming a shape of a sun. It’s pale gold in color and fills his whole palm. It’s better than anything he imagined in his wildest dreams, and Kurt... Kurt is more beautiful than any imaginary man Blaine’s been conjuring up in his mind to get through his loneliness.  

“Let’s get a cab. If we split the fare, it won’t be that expensive, and maybe you’ll make it to your job interview,” Blaine suggests.  

Kurt nods. “Yes. And then we’re getting lunch and then dinner because I want to learn all about you.”  

They head back above ground hand in hand.  

[daisyishedwig]

@kurtsascot tagged me this week, and I definitely need the encouragement, so have two snippets from the final chapter of A Place To Call Home that I have been stuck on for months.

“I’m sorry for telling him without you,” Kurt said.  Sebastian shrugged. “It’s okay.” Kurt studied him. Sebastian was very subdued. Quiet and staring off into the distance even though the wall was only six feet from his face. Kurt could see some slight creasing under his eyes. Concealer, likely hiding dark bruises from not sleeping or crying or both. “You’re staring,” Sebastian said, though he didn’t look at Kurt. “Did you two talk - after?” He asked. Sebastian nodded. “Sure did.” He took a deep breath. “And I told him that I loved him.” “What did he say?” Sebastian rolled his head to look at Kurt, face devoid of emotion. “He said he needed to think.” “Ouch,” Kurt said. “I’m sorry.”

Scene jump!

“You’re certainly excited, Killer,” Sebastian said, obliging him by shedding his shirt. He moaned softly when Blaine turned his attention to Sebastian’s throat, happily leaving a mark just as large in the same place Sebastian had marked him.  “You’ve been teasing me for months,” Blaine groaned, his hips twitching in sporadic bursts. “Always flirting, making me want you so much.” Blaine pulled back to look into Sebastian’s eyes. “And this week you have been only ramping it up. I’m done waiting, I want you, Sebastian Smythe, I want all of you, right now.”  Sebastian grinned up at him. “I love you,” he said. Blaine’s own smile was blinding. “I love you too,” he replied, kissing Sebastian sweetly. “Now, can you please fuck me?” Sebastian gripped Blaine’s ass and squeezed, rocking his own erection up into Blaine. “Are you sure you’re not too sore? You were just with Kurt–” “We didn’t,” Blaine whimpered, “we just made out, jerked each other off.” Sebastian stilled and Blaine whined. “But, your first time since–” “I wanted it to be you,” Blaine said, his breath hitching. “Kurt understood. As much as I trust and love him, you make me feel so undeniably safe. In case…in case something goes wrong. I wanted it to be you.” Sebastian gently cupped Blaine’s jaw and looked deeply into his eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Blaine took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” he said truthfully. “But I want to try.”

I'm gonna tag @lusthurts, @bitbybitwrites, and @backslashdelta

[alexandersimpleton]

So, I was making a gag edit, and...

turns out, not only did Blaine hit Frederick over an insult, he hit Frederick hard enough to leave a mark that lasted the next day, and hit him painfully enough to make him tear up.

WHAT THE FUCK

[klaine-a03-feed]

Finally found you

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/5lVTjnJ by little_escapist 13. Soulmates!au + 9. strangers to lovers + 2. "fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. fuck." Words: 650, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 11 of tumblr shorties Fandoms: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Kurt Hummel Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: wowbright - Belong

URL: https://ift.tt/fcT1Xeq by @wowbright Blaine wants Kurt to fuck him so hard that it hurts for days; it would be nice to have that physical reminder of his intimacy with Kurt. Kurt thinks that’s a recipe for an ER visit. They come up with a happy compromise. Or, “baby kinksters try painplay.” (Words: 2,339) !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:glee, ::rating:explicit, ~author:wowbright, character:blaine.anderson, character:kurt.hummel, relationship:blaine.anderson/kurt.hummel, ::category:m/m, \creator.chose.not.to.use.archive.warnings, ~ao3:baby.kinksters, ~ao3:kink.negotiation, ~ao3:safewords, ~ao3:safeword.use, ~ao3:marking, ~ao3:spanking, ~ao3:frottage, ~ao3:painplay, ~ao3:mild.painplay, ~ao3:originally.posted.on.tumblr, ~ao3:klaine.advent.2013, ~ao3:advent.challenge.2013

[glasskey]

Justice THT Style - Part 4 - Tuello

Today I’m going to be discussing Tuello and all his various forms of justice. Tuello’s had quite a journey lately and as his allegiance to June grows, so too his sense of Justice must also change.

In season 4, when Fred was at the top of everyone’s shit list, we were finally given a proper introduction to Mark Tuello (YAY). As a character he seems to have an almost Teflon like quality, he’s likeable to the point of being cuddly, and even when he does fuck up he seems to redeem himself without so much as a scratch. I love Tuello, he’s extremely layered and I’m always on board for the onions in any cast of characters. Tuello is, for all intents and purposes, the Nick Blaine of Canada. They both occupy positions of power and judgement and like Blaine, Tuello acts like a light in the dark whenever June needs to find safe harbour.

As a diplomat it’s expected that Tuello’s sense of justice is strictly procedural and in season 4 he bargains with Fred to acquire him as an asset. But he’s a complicated guy, Tuello feels Junes rage and frustration, he knows Fred is a POS who doesn’t deserve immunity and a quiet house in the suburbs. He knows full well that by handing over Fred to Gilead he’ll be sentencing him to death, but regardless he marches him with firm righteousness across the border and does just that.

The similarities between this and Blaine's walk with Fred through the woods seemed to foretell the partnership between these two men in delivering justice that was at last cemented in season 5. With both men Fred stops mid walk to rage indignantly at them, only to be brutally rebuffed each time. I am not joking when I say the very SECOND I saw Blaine jump out of that truck and flash those suspenders (sweet mother of Mary) I knew their partnership would come to pass.

Like Blaine he’s not really one to revel in retributive justice, but in this case he was happy to partake and in season 5 he stopped by Junes’ house to give her an unexpected pat on the back for her murderous endeavours. Tuello also seemed to have an intimate knowledge of what this would ultimately cost June personally…..the figurative second grave.

Tuello may be truly benevolent, but every move he makes is a precise and purposeful attempt at the restoration of democracy to a broken country. Tuello likes Blaine, he honestly believes he is an “honourable man” and he’s truly awed by Nicks love for June. He’s a romantic and he simply can’t understand why Serena would go back to Fred or why Nick didn’t run away with June. He’s visibly heart broken when Blaine professes that he feels worthless and I was utterly convinced in that moment that Tuello would need to light the way, if Nick was ever to hope to make it back to June.

As romantic as he may be, he’s no fool, he makes Nick sign a contract and he intends to hold him to it. Nick Blaine is a HUGE asset to Tuello, ultimately taking the place that Fred would have occupied as a source of information about the inner workings of Gilead, this may mean that Nick is in for a long haul as a double agent. Tuello is ultimately a real messenger of peace; his kindness towards Blaine, his repeated attempts to help Serena, his attempt to rescue Hannah and his warnings about New Bethlehem, all testify to this. Everything about Tuello is designed to command respect, but in his case its done with a kind word and a contract instead of a noose. Tuello has been constructed to be almost father figure like in nature. There’s something wonderfully comforting about his presence; he has a voice that could read you off into a blissful slumber and he’s rarely seen dressed in anything but a well tailored suit.

Tuello is remarkably cool headed in most situations, even those that should send him into a tail spin. I’ve only seen him get slightly flustered once or twice, the most notable being when June neglected to make an appointment and surprised him jogging. To be fair, no one looks their best clammy and gasping for breath, and lets face it their last encounter didn’t really end on a high note.

While I’m thrilled to have Tuello along as an ally, I’m acutely aware that everything about him screams (in a warm caramel voice) the virtues of restorative justice, and I’m wondering how well our lovely diplomat will fair once he’s seen some actual corpses swing. Tuello, like Blaine, may want to stick to the rule of moral and law, but I fear that as Gilead seeps across the border, he may quickly come to realise that stronger methods will be required in order to restore peace. Next time I’ll be discussing the use of Tokens in THT. What are they and what do they mean? See you then.