#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.

[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

[fallevs]

Blaine Anderson and Colin Bridgerton both majored in "I'm not very good at romance but when I realize I have feelings for you I'm going to give you a tearful speech that you'll remember as long as you fucking live mark my words," successfully earned at "Jesus Christ please don't look at me with those huge shiny eyes please" college

[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.

[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.

[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]

Make Wishes Come True

🩸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, cursing, hurt/comfort, d/s undertones, fight for control, weapons, mentions of knife play, gun play (seriously it gets weird), threats, teasing, accidental proposals, simulated blowjob (on a gun), needy boys, name calling, fingering, improper use of a weapon, spitting, biting/marking, dirty talk, controlled sex, messy orgasms, piss kink/omorashi, accidental kink play, cum marking, mentions of docking, body worship, foreskin play, joking with each other, happy boys, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit af

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

It was a long ass day getting everyone settled, they'd ordered beds for one of the apartments to house the omegas and made another one into an office for The Doctor. At first Blain had seemed worried he'd be staying with the others but after getting food for them all they took him upstairs, giving him a bedroom across from Tom's. The flat was starting to get cramped and Colson was surprisingly happy about that. He always wanted a big family he just hadn't expected to end up the mother of the group. The title still didn't feel like it fit.

They'd spent so long focused on their people they hadn't even discussed what to do about Megan. It was a constant fear in the back of his mind but by the time night fell he was far too tired to worry about it. That was a Monday Kells problem and it was still thankfully Sunday. At least for a few hours more. “I gave Blain one of the company credit cards and an iPad. Told him to order whatever clothes and shit he wants for his room.” The omega sighed as he came out of his quick shower and found his mate sitting on their bed. Dom smiled up at him and held out his hand.

“Tha's sweet tha’. You sure you ready for ‘is? I mean we bout to be parents anyways but… a teenager?” Dom whispered as he pulled his lover close and took the man's towel to dry his skin for him.

“You mean a second one? You're barely older than him, babe. I'm not worried. Rook was about that age when we took him in.” Col shrugged, sighing happily at the feel of his partner massaging and drying his thighs.

“I feel older. He's just so ‘urt. I don't bloody get ‘ow he ended up ‘ere. I want to ask but I don't want ‘im feeling interrogated.”

“We got this. I'm way more ready to take in a pissed off teenager than pop out a kid. A teenager can defend himself, dude proved that today. I can break our baby just picking it up wrong for fucks sake.” He hadn't voiced a lot of his fears but as always it felt safest in the dark in their room. Dom always reassured him and kept them safe.

“You'll be amazing. You already are.” The Alpha soothed, kissing over Colson's belly after he dried it gently. Thankfully their little one was settled for a while and the omega hoped that meant he could get some real sleep.

“You're not changing your mind are you?” He asked softly, carding his fingers through wild hair. He just needed to keep his mate as close as possible.

“Course not. Jus' felt guilty. Already moved me and Tom into ya flat and now wiv the baby I worried you was jus' saying yes to Blain for me.” Dom rested his chin on the swell of their child. Colson was mostly dry but he kept his hands rubbing knots out of the older man's lower back, his fingers occasionally teasing the top of his ass. He wasn't sure what the mood was so he left the option there.

“Nah. I adopt strays and Tom likes me better anyway. You, however…” The omega teased but the pout his partner gave him was enough to stop him from going further. He could tell when there was a hint of real emotion and the boy obviously needed to feel loved. “You're my family. Full stop.” He tried to mock the Alpha's accent. “So are they and so can he be. I take people in if you haven't noticed.”

“I know. Fank you. You me family too.”

“Duh.” Col teased as he crawled into his mate's lap. With his belly between them it was getting harder but Dom kept him balanced. Their lips met gently as he reached under the killer's shirt, his touch ghosting over the other's skin.

“Should marry yas.” The Alpha purred when Colson pulled off his tee, it was an offhanded thought but one he knew in his heart was right.

“Pfft. You should. I'm fucking awesome.” Kells wasn't really paying attention, not anymore, at least not to the conversation at hand. He'd had a stressful fucking day and he wanted his bitch nude. He wasn't sure what they would do after but that was the first step.

“No Cols- fuck. Alright, never mind.” Dom finally gave up when the older man started pawing at his pants. Both their fingers reached for the buttons and got tangled, making the process even slower. After a moment he huffed softly and swat Col’s hands away which seemed to make the other man even more aggressive. Instead of fighting for his zipper the omega tangled his touch in his psycho's hair and yanked his head back till his throat was a long line to explore with his teeth and tongue. “Shite, it's like tha' is it?” The boy hissed, getting a growl in return. “Can't get out me pants wiv you like tha'.”

Kells grumbled, pushing Dom back onto the bed roughly before crawling off to stand in front of him. “Get them the fuck off then. Hurry. You know you already pissed me off today. Ruined one of my favorite hoodies. Took my kill. I should kick your ass instead of letting you have mine.”

Dominic obeyed his lover but whimpered internally. He'd hoped they'd get to be a little soft together but his mate obviously needed an outlet for the rage that filled him all day and the nervous energy of losing control of a situation. He could be a good bitch though as long as he got to feel loved after. “Wha’ ya want? You talking a lot but not saying nuffin. I'd give you me arse but it ain't like you can use it.”

Col’s eyes went wide. The way his partner back-talked him felt like their first time together. He normally enjoyed Dom pushing back but he still wasn't sure what he needed. “You think I can't fuck you?”

“Not wiv tha' belly in the way. But I fink you got a big mouf for such a pretty lil omega.”

The omega in question had left his gun on the bedside table instead of the safe with all they were going through and in the next moment he was moving to grab for it and turning it on his mate. Of course he wouldn't shoot him but he could still threaten and the way it made his lover look at him always got him wet. “That's fucking it. You think I've got a big mouth? Bitch, have you seen you? Maybe you just say you hate these things because you really like them too much. Is that it? I mean you say you hate Alphas but you're just begging to be topped. Fell in love with me didn't you? Starting to make me wonder here.”

Dom swallowed hard when the weapon’s barrel slid up over his throat to tap against his lips. He arched a brow but opened, teasing his tongue over the cold metal. He trusted his man and he knew it was perfectly clean. Colson felt warmth rush straight to his core at the sight of the boy's lips wrapping around his gun. Sometimes it truly was an extension of himself and he'd never thought it could look so overwhelmingly erotic.

“I could fuck you with it. You'd let me, wouldn't you? You like being my sweet little whore so fucking much you'd bend over and let me shove it up your ass.” He didn't know where the words were coming from and he knew he probably shouldn't say them. When Dom whimpered he knew they were crossing a new line together and they couldn't come back. Not that they'd want to. He pulled the barrel free and pointed it at Dom’s temple before he tossed it back where he picked it up. “But nah, you fucking hate those things.”

Whatever noise Dominic made was barely human but he couldn't swallow it down. The exhilaration of the moment didn't die even when the weapon moved. They'd played around with knives but never really that and while he wasn't really sure of his answer he was glad not to actually need one, with Colson he'd almost always say yes. Whatever had happened it seemed to be over, the omega needed dominance and he had it in spades. “Use me, whatever you need. M’yours.” He vowed, his hands shaking as he pushed off his slacks completely and curled his palm around his aching dick. He was hard before but now he was throbbing- his cockhead shiny with precum and his knot already pulsing, ready for whatever the hell was next.

Kells stood back and watched his good boy squirm for him. He didn't know what he wanted but he was almost scared to touch. Dom was the sociopath but he had self control problems. He'd already backhanded him twice, bit, and shot him, and now he'd threatened his ass with a gun. Literally. He wouldn't kill him but there was a part of him that needed to own him so completely there would never be a question in the killer's mind. The boy had stalked him but sometimes he felt insane in the way he loved him. As if he could devour him. One bite at a time. The Alpha already had a few scars to prove it.

“Did I do summat?”

“No, shut your mouth. I just haven't decided what to do with you yet. Did I say you could speak?”

“No but ya didn't say I couldn't. You know me mouf. Only one way to shut me up.” Dom sighed, flicking his tongue out to wet his plush lips.

“Oh yeah?” The man's voice went raspy. He really loved his mate's mouth. He had to clench his thighs to try and keep his slick from dripping on the floor but he knew it was a lost cause. “I should jack off and make you watch for that.”

“Yeah alright. But wha’ a waste of a good whore.” The normally good boy was being a right bitch and he damn well knew it. He needed to be touched even if it was with a rough hand.

Colson’s eyes flashed gold and narrowed, his lover was trying so hard to push his buttons that it gave him an idea. One that would keep him from worrying about what he might do in the heat of the moment. “You know what? No. You want me so fucking bad? I get to be the doll tonight and you take what you want.”

That stopped Dom in his tracks and he knew his eyes were crimson and wide as a deer's as he stared back at his omega. The man had to know something like that would worry him, it felt too much like being one of the Alpha's he hated. His pulse raced in his chest and sweat broke out over his skin. He accidentally squeezed his own dick too hard and had to let himself go. “Wha’?”

“You heard. Get off the fucking bed.”

Dom stumbled off the mattress and Kells took his place, letting himself spread out and stretch, arching his back just like he knew the boy liked. “Five.” He sighed as he relaxed again, folding his arms under his head and letting his thighs open. “Four.”

“Fuck.”

“You might want to touch me. Three.”

Dominic growled under his breath and fit himself between the man's legs. He waited for the next number to be uttered with a nervous smile on his face. He knew the other understood his plans but it was still something he couldn't pass up.

“Twooh fuck-” He stopped counting when his mate buried two fingers inside his drenched walls. He wouldn't torture his bitch completely but they both knew they needed more. He didn't really even want to start with foreplay, he wanted to be ruined. He wanted to feel like they took a part of each other for keeps.

“Dripping for me. Look at ya. Such a pretty wet cunt.” The Alpha didn't normally dirty talk, he left that up to his more experienced dominant but for once he let himself use his mouth for more than pleasure. “So tight for me. Can't never fuck ya open, can I? Feel like a virgin every bloody time. Sometimes ya do even bleed for me.”

Colson shivered at the darkness in his lover's tone, he wasn't used to him talking like that and the more Dom focused on his core the wetter he felt. Every thrust of his touch squelched.

“Kept me leashed all day, shoved a gun in me mouf, keep bragging bout fucking me but can't. Now ya jus' wanna lie back and get fucked? Fink you deserve tha'? Fink ya pussy tha’ good?” Dom swallowed hard, the scent of Col’s slick was heavy on the back of his tongue and it was starting to hit him; he could do whatever he wanted. Part of him wanted to eat his lover out but he knew that wasn't what they both needed. “Ain't knotting yas. Ya too close.” He huffed, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to his baby mumma's belly. That more than anything seemed to aggravate the man but somehow Colson kept his mouth shut. “I'll fuck you, I'll slip me dick right ‘ere and pound ya pretty cunt until you squirt for me. But right before I pop?” He paused, scissoring open his fingers and slipping them free just to suck them between his lips and lick them clean.

The Alpha moaned around the taste of him and made a filthy show of getting clean. When he finally pulled the digits free it was with a sloppy wet pop. “Right before, Imma pull out and soak you in me cum. Rub it in. Claim all of yas.” Before pulling back he pursed his lips and spit over Col’s pink folds, grinning when he could see him clench.

Dom let himself play, his fingers teasing from his base to his tip where he eased his foreskin over his cockhead and back. He knew it fascinated the other man, sometimes he woke up to Colson’s hand in his shorts just sliding it back and forth. He let himself be vocal, every time something made his nerves tingle he'd moan or whimper. If his mate wanted him to fuck he would.

The first press inside was a fucking joke. Colson knew his bitch was playing with him. The boy kept hold of himself and pushed his tip between Col’s drenched folds and slipped just inside before pulling back out. Kells refused to react, he had to prove he could keep control of at least himself but it was torture not to move. His lip rolled between his teeth and he bit down until he tasted blood. Of course Dom licked up every trace and suckled at the wound like the perfect freak he was but he just kept teasing. The omega would go mad before the kid kept his promise and made him squirt.

“Ready luv?” The Alpha purred, kissing softly against lax lips. The only answer he received was an over dramatic eye roll.

He planted his elbows on either side of Col’s head and inched inside him like he was drilling for oil- Kells supposed it wasn't so different but he knew he could take him hard. Every buck forward he sunk a little deeper, circling his hips as if in a dance. If Colson were talking he'd throw out a few playful insults, ask if the killer was taking up belly dancing. Not that he'd complain. Shit that might actually be hot.

A growl rumbled in Dom's chest, the sound joining the messy wet squelch of his dick fucking deeper and deeper inside Col’s vise like spasming walls. If not for the way his pussy reacted the Alpha wouldn't think he was wanted. He knew Col was messing with him but he needed some noise. Some bloody reaction. Sweat dripped from his hair to the other man's inked chest as their eyes met. That golden stare felt somehow needy and passive at the same time.

When the omega finally felt his lover's plush thighs against his and he knew the other's cock was deep in his guts, something in him relaxed but his need for control still reigned. Dom must have felt the change but misunderstood the reason because his next thrust was rough enough to raise Col’s ass off the bed. Hands pressed under his back as the Alpha molded their bodies together. He was careful around the belly but he obviously needed to feel and be felt in return. His beautiful face buried against the older man's neck and his fangs nipped over Colson's racing pulse. When he swallowed excess saliva he knew the boy had to feel it.

“Feel me? ‘Ow deep am I Cols? Feel me deep in ya? You can fake it all ya want but I can feel ya needy cunt. Ya can't completely ‘ide wha' I do to ya. Never could. I'm the only one who could bring ‘is outta you and I'm the only one who ever will. Every inch of you is mine from the inside-” He paused long enough to slam his cock home, hammering over Col’s spot. “-out. Ya might act like a doll but I can feel ‘ow I drive ya wild. Ya wet as fuck, squeezing me so ‘ard I can barely pull out, and ya pretty dick is making a mess of me skin.”

Colson swallowed again, his eyes blinking fast. He wasn't exactly surprised his virgin boy could be so filthy but the pride was something new and hot. It made him want to present even though he was already getting fucked. It was a war inside him. Did he give in and let his lover win this one time? Dom was obviously desperate for touch. Reaction. To see Col’s desire. Which was more important? His own need for control or his mate?

One long leg wrapped around the Alpha's back while the other planted against the mattress to meet him thrust for thrust. Fingers carded into his hair and kept their faces close and the killer grinned and almost cried. “All for you.” The omega whimpered against his lips. “All yours. Gonna prove it?”

“Fuck yeah.” The Alpha promised, happiness and pleasure warming him from the inside out. It was a strange moment of fighting back tears because his mate was trying to show him how important he was but they were also falling into each other and chasing release. Their lips met until they weren't kissing so much as breathing each other's air and he tried to slow the roll of his body to angle his hips just so. Kells fought against every measured thrust and tried to meet flesh to flesh but Dom knew what he was doing. “Let me make ya feel good.”

Colson tried not to grumble because his boy truly seemed to think he knew the omega's body and for once he was trying to give up and let his bitch lead. It was a fight to make himself still but when he let his focus fall to the way his lover felt, all his nerves seemed alive. The Alpha was gentle but sure, every move had his crown massaging Col’s spot. The fucker was so big and angled so well it felt like he was putting pressure on both his pleasure centers. It didn't help that Dom's stomach kept rubbing over his dick. The killer’s cocksure attitude was right, he was making Kells see heaven.

The coil pulled tighter with every thrust, the pressure building. For once they both fell mostly silent, just their bodies making all the noise. Their panted breaths and racing pulses felt deafening in their ears but Dom rolled his lip between his fangs and worked to make his mate break first. He wouldn't press deeper, he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to stop and though his knot was threatening, he couldn't let them lock together. A soft moan broke free from Col's lips before another. Another.

“T-there-ohfuck!” Dom tried not to smirk as his mate shattered below him, his core clenching tight as he gushed hot and messy. The Alpha never stopped moving, keeping his thrusts exact even when Col trembled and scored the skin of his neck and back.

Colson didn't know what sounds escaped him when his orgasm hit, he was floating too high. He barely noticed as his boy pushed himself up to watch until the pressure release seemed to… switch inside him.

Dominic’s heavy crimson gaze tracked Col’s cock as he came, and when pearly white became a golden stream he arched a brow but didn't stop. He'd never shame his baby mumma for letting go completely and it honestly made his hind brain proud. He'd fucked his omega so good Kells lost control. The man who needed to be so in charge of everything had broken for him. From him. It pushed him even closer to that edge.

“Jus' like tha'. Fuck. So ‘ot Daddy.” He rasped, watching the golden stream wash Col’s tats clean of his spend and drip down to soak himself and darken the sheets below. It tickled his shaft, over his balls, and dripped hot down his thighs. It was never a kink he'd thought about though it was one Colson had mentioned off hand. He hadn't even wondered about it but he found himself fascinated. In a way he felt claimed.

“Yeah?” The omega gasped. The man was fighting back embarrassment but he wouldn't apologize. Not with how his bitch was staring at his piss drenched belly. When he'd offered this up before this wasn't how he thought it would end up but fuck he couldn't say it wasn't hot. The release itself was so intense he wasn't even sure if he was still cumming or it was just aftershocks and pressure relief.

“Fuck yes.” The Alpha couldn't take it anymore, not with the fucked out sight of his mate. He thrust deep once more to soak himself in slick before pulling out and curling his palm around his cock. Kells reached to help, his fingertips teasing his tip but he was so close already it only took a few strokes to spill a mess of white heat over his target. His rapture hit so hard some of it landed on Col’s chest but he couldn't look away from the way it mixed with the other man's piss. His legs shook under him, his arm trembling where he held himself up, but until his dick twitched from overstimulation he kept stripping himself just to watch the sticky mess combine.

When Dom finally couldn't hold himself up anymore he fell next to his lover as they came down together. Both their hands found their way to Col’s belly to do exactly what he vowed. The boy smiled as he caught his breath, his fingers tracking the mess up and over the other's chest, even stopping to tweak his mate's sensitive nipples. Kells rolled on his side and wiped his palm over Dom's pink tinged skin. It wasn't fair that he was the only one filthy.

They didn't need to talk about their possible new kink, they never exactly negotiated so much as explored and discovered what worked between them. Dominic wasn't shaming him but enjoying the mess. It didn't stop the Alpha from boasting a little though and Col was proud of him for it. It was nice to see the normally quiet boy so prideful. “Look wha' I made ya do.” He purred. The smile he gave Kells made his core clench again.

“You and the parasite you gave me laying on my bladder.” Just because he loved the pride didn't mean Colson could let it go without a small playful fight. He'd given up too much control and he wasn't sure if he was okay with it. It terrified him sometimes how safe he felt with his mate.

“Bollocks. I read about it. It ain't jus' the baby. Made ya cum so ‘ard you couldn't stop ya'self.”

Col narrowed his gaze and tried not to laugh. “You read about it, huh? You googling how to get me off?” Nerdy precious fuck.

“Course. Ended up down a ‘ole after trying to find out wha’ the fuck docking were.” Kells flushed hot at his words. Docking was something he'd suggested. His boy's foreskin fascinated him and he wanted to try everything they could together. “So bloody ‘ot.” He sighed again, his palm sliding through the cooling mess on Col’s skin. The omega watched as his jade eyes flashed red again and his pupils started to blow.

“Don't even. It's bedtime.” Kells huffed, not at all surprised when Dom pouted at him. “Don't get it up again, seriously. You have to change the sheets while I rinse off. This mattress was a custom order and I'm not letting it soak in.”

“Why do I gotta change it?” The boy teasingly grumbled as he pushed himself up to help his lover out of bed. Of course he would do it but part of him wanted to sleep in the scents. He was kind of glad Colson would leave him be for a few minutes because he was desperate to roll in it.

When Col was finally standing and looking back from the bathroom door he stuck his tongue out at his bratty boy. “Didn't you cause it? You were just saying ‘look what I made you do’, didn't you mean that? It's your mess, cocky bitch. Clean it up. Then you can meet me in the shower.”

“I fhought it were the parasite’s fault.” The Alpha joked back.

“Yeah well I can't make Punk fix the bed. Don't call our baby a parasite. Fuck is wrong with you?” At Col’s teasing words Dom flipped him off but flopped onto the messy bed and wiggled in the wet spot.

“I saw that.”

“Oi! Bollocks ya did. You ain't seen me wanking the day we met and ya can't see me now.” Dominic held up both middle fingers in the direction of the treated glass wall. You could vaguely make out shadows from the other side but his omega was lying about being able to see exactly what he was doing. Kells just wanted to seem omniscient and it hadn't been hard to figure out what he did that first day since he left a mess on Col’s pillow but the man always tried to bring it up to make a point.

“You're a fucking freak. Get out of the wet spot and clean the fucking bed. If you hurry we can try that thing you looked up.”

“Luv, tha's summat you want. ‘Ow is tha' a reward for me?”

“I didn't say it was, just that I might still be horny.”

The Alpha didn't respond but he laughed to himself as he set to work changing the sheets. He never would have thought that first day that he'd end up having a family with the man let alone being so fucking in love he'd tried to propose. He'd give it time because he knew his lover heard him but eventually he'd ask again in the right way. He didn't mind that they were doing everything backwards, it worked for them. Besides, they had a long ass day and he just wanted to pamper his mate.

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

So this was a lot of smut 🫣 and a LOT of exploration. Let me know what you think about some of it and we can see about more in the future. I thought I'd give you a big smut chapter because we're about to hit massive plot again. I hope you're enjoying it! 💣🖤

[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

[andersonsmythe]

Evergreen

—by andersonsmythe

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Glee (TV 2009) Relationship: Hunter Clarington/Sebastian Smythe Summary: There was nothing more tragic than falling in love with a straight boy.

Preview:

It’s embarrassing and pathetic and Sebastian should’ve never let it get to this point—he always, always calculates the risk and measures it against the rewards—he never let himself get too close. He knows how to navigate his emotions to not let his dumb and stupid heart get hurt.

He’s had flings, he’s been casual, and he’s never gone in too deep to where he couldn’t find his way out. 

But now, he’s drowning, and it’s all because of one fucking Hunter Clarington. 

Sure, there are worse things in life, but honestly? 

There was nothing more tragic than falling in love with a straight boy.

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Part 1

Sebastian throws his bag onto the floor, toeing off his shoes at the entrance as he lets out a distressed sigh. He can hear the soft murmurs of the television in the living room with unmistakable giggles, gasps, and moans that he’s all too well accustomed to. The smell of bubblegum fills his nose, the scent almost sickening, and he feels like throwing up. 

Fucking Hummel and his stupid candles. 

“I’m home,” he calls out warningly, making no effort to stagger his appearance as he catches Blaine and Kurt on the couch—Kurt towering over Blaine with his ass hanging out and scratch marks all over his back. 

They both look at him like a deer in headlights, and Sebastian finds it a tad bit amusing as they grab the couch throw to cover themselves up. This wasn’t the first time he’s caught them in the act, and every single time, he finds it hilarious that their cheapest thrill is fucking in the living room, but tonight, he could only muster a small chuckle. 

“S-Sebastian!” Blaine shrieks, “Give us a second!” 

“I can’t walk through my own home?” Sebastian deadpans, traversing through the living room that was dimly lit by the television and into the kitchen to fetch himself a beer.

He can hear the frantic rustling of clothes being hastily put on, the squelching noise of rubber snapping with a pop. Kurt is soon behind him, fully dressed, his hair tousled, as he disposes of the used condom. 

Sebastian looks at him with a grimace before rolling his eyes. Kurt can only give him a sheepish look in return.

“You’re home early,” Blaine says as Sebastian re-enters the living room, forgoing the couch in favour of the armchair. He lounges on it sideways, his legs hanging over the arm as he focuses on the television.

Kurt re-enters too, turning on the freestanding lamp before cuddling up to Blaine who is dressed in the throw. Hopefully, not naked underneath. Yeah, Blaine was cute, but his bare ass on the couch? No thanks.

“It’s only seven,” Sebastian replies, taking a sip of his beer. 

“It’s Thursday,” Blaine says, and Sebastian knows what Blaine is talking about—he’s never home on Thursdays, at least, not at this hour, because on Fridays, he only has an afternoon class, so he could stay out and late and sleep through the morning.

But not today. Sebastian wasn’t feeling up for it. He probably never will be anymore. 

When Sebastian doesn’t reply, Blaine tries again, “Is everything okay?” he asks, worry in his tone. 

Sebastian sighs. He wants to be annoyed, he wants to lash out, but it’s an innocent enough question, and he can’t deal with Blaine threatening to leave again. “I’m good,” he settles on, making no effort to mask the clear melancholia in his voice. “Who puts on Friends when fucking?” he comments in an attempt to offload the attention, the laugh track ringing through the apartment. 

Blaine looks at Kurt with a frown, pursing his lips in concern. Sebastian can feel the tension on their side of the living room like they want to press on and get to the bottom of why Sebastian’s home early with a bad attitude, but hesitation keeps them from doing so; perks of being somewhat considerate. 

Good. 

Hopefully, they stay hesitant. 

He’s not in the mood to talk, especially not about this, and especially not to them. If it’s not pity sex, he doesn’t want their pity at all. 

Because it’s just plain embarrassing. 

It’s embarrassing and pathetic and Sebastian should’ve never let it get to this point—he always, always calculates the risk and measures it against the rewards—he never let himself get too close. He knows how to navigate his emotions to not let his dumb and stupid heart get hurt.

He’s had flings, he’s been casual, and he’s never gone in too deep to where he couldn’t find his way out. 

But now, he’s drowning, and it’s all because of one fucking Hunter Clarington. 

Sure, there are worse things in life, but honestly? 

There was nothing more tragic than falling in love with a straight boy.

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[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Does anyone have a link or pdf or anything to a fic I read a long time ago called "The diary of Nobody" or something along those lines? I never got to finish it and I really wanted to. Kurt was extremely suicidal and blaine was kind of a fuck boy before he met him (if I remember correctly) Please help!!

This is the version that HKVoyage has - it contains 25 chapters and was last updated on Nov 9. 2014. We haven’t read it so we're not sure whether it was abandoned…. or completed but the author forgot to mark it as such on FF.net. ~Lynne

Diary of a Nobody by klainewberry [PDF] [EPUB]

Kurt is an orphan who struggles with self harm and maniac depression; Blaine is a guy who comes from a rich and known family. At a new school, Blaine becomes popular on his first day, but what happens when the person he wants happens to be a guy, and a guy who everyone hates. Explicit sex; depression; smut; slash; I think I'm straight!blaine; famous!blaine; klaine; depressed!kurt

[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

[kitkatt0430]

Want some more rambling about Hartley Rathaway in S9?

Much as I loathe Mark Blaine, I actually really like the way Hartley has been set up as Blaine's foil thus far. I don't know if that'll get maintained, but here's hoping. (Just like I'm hoping for more Hartley and Khione friendship, but Ep3 did not deliver it so I may have to write it myself. *sigh*)

So far we have their similar stories. Hartley lost Roderick to a technobabble coma in the latest retconning of The Sound and the Fury, circa Season 6. And nothing Hartley did was enough to save Roderick, he could only stick him on ice in Mercury Labs (and somehow Tina was cool with this) while going on to apparently be a very good thief who made lots of ill gotten gains and got a reputation amongst Central City's Rogues.

Then Barry promised to help save Roderick in exchange for Hartley helping Barry with his pesky Godspeed clone problem. But Barry failed to help Roderick and Hartley was given a choice. He could keep doing what he was doing, which wouldn't save Roderick. Or he could help Barry with Godspeed, which still wouldn't save Roderick but it was right thing to do. It was something Hartley could do not just for Barry and Team Flash... but for himself. And so Hartley chose to set aside his resentment of Barry and the rest of Team Flash. He chose to save Barry. And in doing so, they discovered the missing ingredient needed to wake up sleeping beauty. Er... Roderick.

Blaine's story is something of an inverse to that. He gave up being the villain because he fell in love with Frost. And I don't want to debate his feelings or say that because he's a selfish asshole he didn't really love her. If he says he loves her, he loves her. But love doesn't always win. It shouldn't always win. Sometimes love isn't a good thing.

Becoming one of the good guys wasn't something Blaine did for himself. He did it because he wanted her. Joining Team Flash meant he could have Frost because she liked him too. But she loved her sister more than she loved him. And I have no doubt that he resented Caitlin for that. So he supported Caitlin's quest to resurrect Frost and it cost Caitlin her life. Instead of recognizing he'd fucked up... he doubled down and tried to take Khione's too. Against her will even, if he has to stuff her back in that stupid box himself. And Hartley stops him.

Hartley, who chose to save a life of someone who'd contributed to Roderick's comatose condition, knowing he'd get nothing out of it... got the miracle of his loved one back in his arms as a result. Mark, who was so blinded by his desire to have Frost back that he helped destroy the person she'd died saving.

The two of them as foils continues through the Rogues of War episode. Mark has probably already joined Red Death's crew by the time Barry and Hartley show up at the bar. Though it also fits that he may have joined up immediately after that scene, but it begs the question of the listening device getting to Barry & Hartley's meetup w/Goldface on time if Mark was having to negotiate with Red Death to get Frost back first. Was there enough time for him to do that and have someone get there ahead of time to bug the alley? *shrug* I guess it depends on how long it took for Barry to set up the meeting with Goldface.

Either way, by the time all the Rogues convene at STAR Labs to plan the heist, Blaine's already become the mole.

He's made a fool's bargain, but he doesn't realize it yet. Red Death doesn't care about saving Frost's life and odds are Blaine will figure this out too late. As it stands, he at least seems to realize he's in over his head and Red Death holds all the cards.

Both Hartley and Blaine are argumentative and kinda assholes to their fellow rogues. But where Blaine is in it for selfish reasons and destabilizing the group, Hartley is seeking new ways to protect his 'team' - Roderick and their employees at the club - and uses the arguing as a way to bring the rogues together by pushing Barry's buttons so they'd have a common adversary (of a sort).

And when Hartley is offered what Blaine presumably had to seek out - a place in Red Death's crew - he turns it down. It says a lot that while Fiddler and Boomerang both fight their opponents without question (well, okay, Fiddler and Jaco stop their fighting for a bit to flirt and it's hilarious), Murmur stops fighting Hartley to give him the choice of joining her side. Specifically it says lot about Hartley's skill as a thief and his reputation prior to settling down the Roderick. He's someone who fights well, even after being out of the game a while. I think Murmur really respects him as an opponent and genuinely hoped he'd do what she saw as the smart choice - join the winning team. Red Death's team.

And Hartley says no. Because he's been down that path and it doesn't lead anywhere he's interested in going anymore. But it's the path that Blaine is currently choosing to walk.

[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.