#single li is bad enough but when they can’t even be hot????? unreal

[lilmeowmeowsagelesath]

considering how pb puts little effort into about 90% of their stories anymore, you’d think the Least they could do is put effort into the mcs/lis faces. why are they always so busted looking 🥴💀

[teamkaiforever]

SCARS 

(requested by anon) Kai Parker x Reader word count : 3 449 warning : smut summary : Reader is a werewolf who has been in a lot of fights and has some scars on her body , and she doesn’t want to sleep with Kai because of them. * gif by fondu-with-downey _________________________

Being a werewolf had its perks but also had more than a few downsides. Y/N’s life hadn’t been easy , specially after her adoptive parents had kicked her out after she triggered her curse. Her temper had been pretty bad before she had triggered the curse and it had only gotten worse later on. Ever since that , she had gotten herself into a lot of fights and those fights had left scars. Not emotional ones , though those were there too but existing more in the form of really deep scratches , but physical ones. Y/N’s body had more than a few of them and some days she wore long sleeve shirts and jeans to cover them. That happened more frequently now that she had a boyfriend. It had been nearly 3 months since Y/N and Kai Parker , a vampire / witch hybrid , had become a couple. Unlike what everyone said about him , he was actually a really nice person when you give him a chance to show it. Yes , he had a temper but as long as no one crossed him or anything Kai was pretty chill , kind , loving and caring specially towards her. Y/N had gotten to know both sides and weirdly , the bad side had made her fall for him. Kai was hot , dangerous , charming , funny and he had been the one to find a way to tame her , in a way. Ever since they had met , her temper had cooled down completely. Their love for each other had began changing both of them. But there were still things they hadn’t done and every time Kai tried to do something and she pushed him away, Y/N felt angry with herself , as if she is holding him back in some way and afraid , knowing there is chance he might reject her after seeing how her body looks.

A quiet evening alone was just what she and her boyfriend needed with all the craziness happening around them lately. They sat on the couch with TV was buzzing , loud enough to disturb the silence , neither of them really paying attention to what was on the screen. Y/N could feel his eyes on her the entire time. “You know you look so beautiful with that side braid.” whispered Kai in her ear, placing his palm on her cheek. Y/N smiled shyly. “Even more beautiful when you smile.” Y/N turned towards him seeing him smile at her , slowly leaning in towards her before kissing her her gently. His lips were so soft , she could never get enough of them or him in general. Kai had a magic touch enough to make her go crazy for him just trailing his fingers across her arm or lightly brushing his fingers against her cheek. He backed slowly her against the couch , deepening the kiss as he did. His body pressed against hers firmly , pushing his crotch against hers making her moan into the kiss. Y/N felt a dozen butterflies flap their wings in her stomach starting to melt completely under his touch. He pinned her wrists over her head leaving kisses all the way to her jaw line , down her neck to her collarbone sucking on a spot marking her as his. It all felt so good , perfect and right and then his hand slipped under her shirt starting to pull it up her body. Y/N wriggled her wrists free and pushed him off her. “I um – I have to go take a shower.” she muttered smiling nervously , running up the stairs leaving Kai stare at her more confused than ever. He wondered what he had done wrong to get pushed away every time. It hurt him but there was something else , he could hear it in her heartbeat and see it in her eyes every time she found an excuse to push him away. A sigh left his lips and he headed upstairs , hearing the water starting to run in the shower. Kai sat on their shared bed trying to come up with an reason why she’d do this but came up empty. Not knowing was driving him insane. They trusted each other with everything , he loved that about their relationship. Whatever it was , why wouldn’t she just tell him like always?

Y/N took a little longer shower this time , trying to find a way to explain her reaction after getting out , coming up empty. About 30 minutes later she stepped out of the shower , wiping away the foggy mirror looking in her reflection for a moment - claw scratches , bite marks were covering her body here and there. A sigh left her lips and she wrapped a towel around her , walking out. Y/N closed the door and turned towards the bed finding Kai sitting there , leaning back on his hands starring at the bathroom door. “There she is. The hottest girl in town — no , the planet.” he grinned at her , starting to get up. In a flash he got to her , kissing her cheek and placing his hands on her waist. “We need to talk. This can’t go on like this.” “Like what ?” she sighed , taking a step away from him and going into the walk in closet. Kai’s eyes looked different , there were flashes of sadness mixed with confusion there and Y/N didn’t like seeing that in his eyes. She loved seeing them glow with happiness or with mischief. “Something is clearly bothering – ” he sighed. “We always tell each other everything but for some reason you have chosen to keep this a secret. I just don’t understand why you won’t tell me. It’s so confusing - every time I try something you just – you are there at first and then you just … shut down and run away.” “No , I don’t.” she lied , reaching for one of the longest shirts she could find in there. Y/N held it in front of her , making sure it’s long enough to cover her scars and turned towards Kai finding him closer than she had expected. “Don’t make me ask the question.” he said quietly. Y/N looked at him with a confused look in her eyes. Kai took a step towards her , gazing into her eyes raising his eyebrows a little. “No. Wait , I’m not a -” “- virgin?” he finished for her , seeing her blush. “Then what is it ? You don’t want to have sex with me ?” Y/N took a step towards him. “I do. It’s just I —” “You what ?” he asked with a small smile, brushing his thumb on her cheek before placing his hands on her waist. “You know I love you and won’t force into doing something you don’t want or like. I just want to know. Why wouldn’t you just tell me ?” “Kai , I – you know my past. I haven’t always been this calm.” she sighed. “There were days when I’d get into fights , one after the other. I just —” Kai studied her face. His girl looked so nervous , struggling to speak and her heart beat was so uneven. What could be so bad that she wouldn’t want to tell him ? “You can tell me anything Y/N.” he said softly, cupping her face “You know I won’t ever judge you. ” Y/N’s eyelids fluttered closed and she bit the inside of her cheek , struggling to force the words out. There was no right way to say it - she didn’t like how her body looked with all those marks , and there was no way for those scars to disappear. If Kai saw them he’d probably leave her and she didn’t want to lose him, ever , but she also knew she couldn’t avoid this conversation forever. “There are scars and I’m not – I don’t like my body.” she said quietly. “And you are not going to like it either so whats t-” Kai kissed her gently not letting her finish , unable to believe that has been the reason that makes her run every time. The most beautiful , smart , perceptive girl he has ever known , the only one who knows him truly perhaps even better than he knows himself and she still thought he’d reject her because of it. How could she even think that a few marks would change the way he sees her and feels about her ? “Let me see.” he said softly. Y/N shook her head. “Please ?” A sigh left her lips and she nodded. It was bound to happen at some point anyways. Kai untucked her towel letting it fall on the floor. His breath got hitched in his throat - there were scars here and there , some were small others were a little bigger but somehow those marks made him love her even more. They made her real , real people have flaws and he loved every single one of hers. He traced one of the scars gently with his fingertips a small smile spreading on his face hearing the change in her heart beat when he touched her bare skin. Y/N’s eyes kept darting everywhere but at him , not wanting to see the look on his face. Kai lifted her chin up , making her her to look into his eyes. “You are so beautiful.” said Kai softly. “You are just saying things.” she closed her eyes feeling his lips pressing onto hers , kissing her gently. “I’d never lie to you sweetheart , you know that.” he said softly lifting her up bridal style, carrying her to the bed. “If you don’t believe me then let me show you.” Kai let her down on the bed gently , brushing his palm against her cheek placing a soft kiss on her neck before rolling on top of her making his way down her body, kissing softly a scar almost at the middle between her breasts , then another not too far away from her belly button shaped like a crescent moon and trailing his fingertips across another one on her waist. He couldn’t comprehend how she could think he would reject her or stop loving her because of a few scars. It seemed unreal to him how someone would ever do that , specially to someone as kind and loving as her and that made him wonder if it had happened before. Kai kissed every square inch of body , feeling her relax more and more each time his lips touched her skin. He brushed his fingers against her heat , blowing a light stream of air on her clit making her shiver a little. “You are more beautiful than I ever thought.” he smiled crawling over her until their eyes met. “The most beautiful girl to ever walk on this Earth.” “Stop.” she smiled shyly , her cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. “There is no one that even remotely compares -” “Stop.” she smiled widely. “- to your beauty.” said Kai smiling , trailing his fingertips across one of the scars then across another. “I love this one and this one and this one - ” “Kai , s-stop.” she started laughing when he started tickling her. “I love every part of you Y/N. Nothing is ever going to change that. ” he said smiling , pressing his lips onto hers kissing her gently. Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair gripping on it lightly while his fingertips grazed across her skin down to her heat slowly rubbing circles on her clit making her moan into the kiss. Kai’s touch was making her feel on fire and she craved more and more but then he suddenly stopped. “We dont have to do anything if you don’t want.” he said pulling away from the kiss. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything -” Kai was being so gentle and sweet it melted her heart , just like always - he put her before him , being the sweetest carrying boyfriend ever. Everyone always saw him as a monster , someone with no emotions whatsoever but that wasn’t him. The real Kai was the exact opposite of what her friends saw when looking at him. “I know.” she smiled. “I want to.” Kai smiled widely at her , his lips colliding with hers again drowning her in a passionate kiss. He had wanted so many times to touch her like that , he could barely contain himself or decide what he want to do. Y/N’s hands traveled down his back , lightly grazing her fingertips across his back as she pulled his shirt over his head ,both of them smiling at each other. Her eyes were sparkling with love ,excitement and something else he couldn’t put his finger on. He brushed his nose against hers for a second , leaving kisses on his way down to her core , licking a stripe right through her middle, not taking his eyes off her hearing a soft moan tumbling off her lips. Kai placed his hands on her thighs parting them a little wider , sliding his tongue in her entrace curling it around while his nose brushed against her clit. He was gentle at first , slowly changing the tempo seeing how she responded to his touch. “You taste better than I could’ve ever imagined.” moaned Kai , enveloping her clit with his lips , slowly sucking and tugging on it. Y/N’s hands reached for him , tangling in his hair lightly gripping on it. She wanted more of him , sure she’d never be able to get enough of his magic touch. Each time his tongue swirled around her clit at a soft swift motion felt like a match being light up , setting her on fire again and again. “That feels amazing.” she moaned , pushing his mouth further on her while her hips pushed down on him. Kai moaned sending vibrations directly onto her clit while he continued devouring her with a hunger , building up the burning feeling in between her legs more and more each second. He replaced his tongue with his fingers - pushing them in slowly stretching her out , curling them around feeling every inch. Kai couldn’t tear his eyes off her , seeingher arch her back and throw her head back each time he pulled his fingers out , pushing them in again while nibbling on her clit. It was driving him completely insane , spurring him on to go faster. “Oh fuck , go f-faster..” she moaned and Kai’s fingers picked up the pace even more turning her moans into small screams , feeling her walls clench around them. Hearing his name roll off her lips spurred him on even more and he decided to drive her completely wild - cheating with his vampirism to pump his fingers faster in her pushing her right over the edge. Y/N whimpered and squirmed , her body starting to shake as her orgasm tore through her body , his fingers never slowing down or stopping. He felt his jeans tightening around him just looking at her fall apart because of him. Kai pulled his fingers out bringing them to his lips , moaning as he cleaned them up as if her juices were tastiest treat he has ever tasted. Y/N pulled him up , impatient to kiss him , rolling on top of him without breaking the kiss. Her hands roamed every inch of his chest while she made her way down his chest leaving kisses all the way not taking her eyes off him as her fingers started to undo the belt on his jeans but he stopped her , gripping her wrists. “Tonight’s not about me , sweet cheeks.” smiled Kai, pulling her up. He brushed his fingers through her semi dry hair , pulling her down for a kiss slowly rolling on top of her again. Y/N reached her hand between their bodies pushing its way in his jeans , palming him through his briefs. A low growl came from his throat , biting her lip at the end of the kiss. “Someone’s eager.” he grinned at her. “Don’t tell me you are not.” she beamed at him , trying to push her hand under his briefs. Kai got off the bed stripping down quickly before crawling back onto the bed with her. Y/N’s fingers wrapped around his lenght stroking him slowly , drawing slow circles on the head with her thumb , gathering the pre-cum. A quiet ‘oh’ left his lips and he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling. His girl waited for him to open them , bringing her thumb on her lips tasting him on them. His eyes widened and he wanted her more than ever in that moment. “That has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen you do.” said Kai smashing his lips against hers. He took her hands , holding them on either side of her head intertwining his fingers with hers while slowly teasing her entrance with the tip of his lenght. Their eyes met and he thrusted inside her , entering her at once. Y/N’s back arched off the bed , a small gasp leaving her lips when he did before pulling out and sliding in again slowly , making her feel every inch of him as he did. A small smile spread across her face , both of them enjoying the moment they’ve both been wanting for so long. “You do know , you can go faster right ? I am not going to break. ” she teased , darting her tongue out licking his lip. Kai grinned at her , pressing his lips against hers as he picked up the pace slowly, filling her to the brim each time. Y/N could feel a knot starting to form in her stomach , each thrust hitting her spot bringing her closer to another release. She wondered how she had thought he would reject her. It seemed like such a silly fear in that moment , specially seeing the way he had reacted - so loving , kind and sweet. He was practically threating their first time together as if its her first time. Somehow that made her love him even more. “Fuck you’re so tight around me. I love it.” he grinned at her , his thrusts starting to a little harder. Kai rested his forehead on hers , his hot breath hitting her face every time his hard lenght pushed inside her , starting to knock out the air from her lungs. He was almost as eager as Y/N , pushing her hips down , meeting him half way. Her walls clenched around him , making her feel even tighter and a low growl came from deep inside his throat. It felt as if they were make for each other , a perfect match. Y/N held onto his hands a little tighter the closer she got to her release , her eyes pleading for him to go faster. “Fuck I’m so close. Don’t stop.” Their eyes met and Y/N smiled at him nodding slightly, feeling his length twitch inside her , a louder moan escaping his lips. Kai kissed her passionately, feeling her walls contract around him again. He let go off her hands and Y/N held onto his biceps while he continued to pump inside her a faster, making her entire body feel on fire. Kai was driving her crazier by the second , each thrust leaving her craving more of him. A little louder moan left his lips , feeling her walls clench around him again and her nails dig into his skin drawing blood. “Me too sweetheart.” he grunted , not slowing down for a second. His thick shaft twitched inside her a few seconds later and he reached his high , coming in hot spurts inside her almost a split second before came around him. Her fingers tangled in his hair tugging on it as her body shook under Kai’s , who rode throught both their orgasms until they were both finished. He collapsed onto the bed next to her , turning towards her to see her face while his fingertips trailed a scar he hadn’t noticed on her shoulder. Y/N turned her face towards him , grinning at him. “That was – definitely worth the wait.” he grinned. “I love you Y/N. I love you , all of you.” “I love you too -” she smiled at him , a devilish spark flashing in her eyes and she leaned in , hungrily pressing her lips against his. Y/N rolled on top of him not breaking the kiss , her lips getting more and more demanding by the second , tugging at his lip at the end of the kiss. “ - but we have a problem.” “What ?” he asked looking around startled. “Tell me , I’ll do anything -” “How am I ever going to get enough of you ?” she answered smiling widely. Kai grinned at her , trailing his fingers down her back , sending shivers all over her body. “Round two ?” Y/N bit her lip , looking at him with innocent eyes leaving kisses on her way down his chest. “Round two –”

MASTERLIST - SMUT MASTERLIST - FLUFF

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine fic - “The Summoning - Part 2″ (Rated NC17)

Kurt has just been jilted by his long-time boyfriend for the last time, and he’s going to do something about it. (2851 words this chapter)

So, I know that this story has kind of been on hiatus, but after seeing Darren Criss as The Music Meister on The Flash, it kind of kicked my brain back into gear. I hope to have more of this up when I can, but I hope you enjoy this second part. Let me know in the tags. The more comments I get, the more I'll write <3 Inspired by the photo above. Warnings for sexual content, what might be considered dub-con but not entirely, and mention of Finn (alive and well).

Part 1

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“Who … who are you?” Kurt pulls his hand from the man’s grasp and a strange spark of pain arises from letting go. Kurt’s hand wants to go back, wants to hold this man’s hand. Still, Kurt takes a step back, then another as he thinks of a way to escape. What spell can he use? What incantation will distract this man so he can make a break for it? “Why are you here?”

“Like I said,” the man says, picking debris off the sleeves of his black coat, “my name is Blaine. And I’m here because you summoned me.”

“Th-that’s … that’s impossible,” Kurt argues, walking backward through the door to his living room. If he can make it to the fire escape, then maybe … “I’m … I’m not strong enough to summon a person.”

“Oh darling” - Blaine smiles, sinister but sensual, dangerous yet dapper - “you have no idea how strong you truly are.”

“It wouldn’t matter if I was strong or not,” Kurt says, steadily moving away but finding that he doesn’t necessarily want to retreat so badly. The more Blaine talks, the less Kurt wants to be far from him. “You can’t possibly exist. I can’t conjure flesh and blood from thin air. I can’t create a person.”

Blaine pauses his pursuit to adjust his cuffs. “Well, I’m not exactly a person.” He peeks up at Kurt through long lashes, hears Kurt’s mind working in the silence.

“Then … then what are you?” Kurt shakes his head to erase a few ideas he knows can’t be possible.

“You might call me a demon.” Blaine shrugs. “You might not. The truth is, I have many names, none of which matter because the only name you need to know me by is Blaine, and with any luck” – Blaine takes Kurt’s hand again and brings it to his lips, kissing his knuckles at the pause between his words. The touch of Blaine’s skin against his makes Kurt feel sublimely whole – “you’ll be saying it over … and over … and over.”

“I don’t … I don’t understand,” Kurt stammers, too baffled to catch on, even with the help of Blaine’s suggestive tone and his lust blown eyes. Mesmerizing eyes. Eyes that abandon their golden hue and become almost black, pulsing with a hypnotic blue radiance, a shade that mirrors the color of Kurt’s eyes. But before Blaine can explain in more detail, or demonstrate (as he wants to do), his gaze falls on something that makes his brow pinch and his eyes burn with a crimson flame.

“Is this him!?” Blaine growls, dropping Kurt’s hand and grabbing a framed picture off the mantel. “Is this the asshole who broke your heart!? I’ll tear him to pieces! I’ll rip the flesh from his bones and leave him in the desert for the vultures to finish off!”

Kurt watches in horror as the glass in the frame warps beneath the demon’s gaze, the corner of the photograph underneath turning black and smoking.

“No!” Kurt snatches the frame back. He blows on the glass to cool the fire, then hugs it to his chest, keeping the image out of Blaine’s sight. “No, that’s … that’s my stepbrother, Finn. And he’s a wonderful, amazing person who’d never hurt anyone, so you … you leave him alone!”

“Are you sure, Kurt?” Blaine asks, less skeptical than amused. “Because I can tell if what you say is the truth. I’m a part of you. I know your thoughts. I can feel your desires, your honesty, your lies ...”

Offended, Kurt pulls himself straight. “So, tell me, demon, am I lying?” he asks. He doesn’t appreciate being doubted like this, not by a demon, and not in his own home. He stares Blaine down with defiance in his eyes. Kurt knows little about demons, but the ones he’s read about tend to play tricks, even on those they claim loyalty to. They cause mischief for the fun of it – mischief that can be deadly. But they also respect power. If this demon says Kurt has power, a power he himself has not realized, then he’ll use it.

Blaine quirks a brow, his skepticism turning to anger, but his amusement spreading. “No,” he decides with a nonchalant sniff. “No, you’re not.”

“Good.” Kurt’s voice shakes even though he prayed it wouldn’t. “Then as long as we have that settled ...” Kurt goes to put the frame back in its place on the mantel, then re-thinks himself and stuffs it behind the sofa cushion, out of sight, which then leads Kurt to ask himself how did they make their way to the sofa so quickly?

“Don’t you worry, darling …” A seductive smile pulls Blaine’s lips, that spellbinding glow returning to his eyes “… I won’t harm a single hair on his, or anyone else’s head, who hasn’t done you wrong. You have my word.”

“And how much is your word worth?” Kurt asks, not seeming to notice that he’s being herded, backed over to the sofa and now sitting down. “You’re a demon, and demons are evil, aren’t they? How do I know I can trust you?”

“It’s not so black and white as all that,” Blaine says, maneuvering in front of Kurt, kneeling on the floor between his legs. “Like I said, you summoned me. You created me. I am part of you. So, my word is your word. There is goodness inside of me, just as there is darkness inside of you.”

Kurt shakes his head. He has an answer to that, an argument, but he can’t seem to vocalize it. Trying to voice it feels like being drunk and trying to sing the lyrics to “I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General”. This man’s voice - this demon’s voice - siphons away his will. It makes him compliant. But as Blaine leans over him, toying with his belt buckle, those eyes of his still working their magic with a final vestige of Kurt’s common sense howling to be heard, Kurt begins to think why not? Why not have this fantasy? Why not indulge this gorgeous creature? He’s there because of Kurt, right? Kurt can feel his own power flowing through him. Kurt’s still not entirely clear on what spell he cast that brought this demon to life, but some spells only last 24 hours. What if this demon goes back to whatever realm he came from by the time tomorrow night rolls around? Or what if he turns to dust? After all that Kurt’s been through over the past two years with his snake of an ex-boyfriend, doesn’t Kurt deserve this?

Doesn’t he deserve Blaine?

Kurt’s power obviously thought so, because there Kurt was in his kitchen, thinking about someone just like Blaine, and (literally) poof! Here he is.

“I know that you’re confused,” Blaine says, inferring Kurt’s thoughts. “I know you still have some fight left in you, but you’ve had a long day, haven’t you? So, sit still, pet,” Blaine whispers using a compulsion that Kurt gave him, with Kurt’s own power behind it. Kurt may be able to resist the sway of an unrelated witch or wizard, but his own power is a little more difficult to withstand. It’s bred from his family line, anchored deep within his soul. His will longs to obey it, no matter who wields it. “Don’t move.”

“Y-yes,” Kurt stutters. His body becomes heavy, locked down to the sofa beneath him as if he’s been tied there. He feels Blaine, knows he’s undoing his belt and unzipping his pants, but he can’t lift his head to watch him.

He can’t move his hands and arms to stop him.

But why would he want to?

“Of course,” Kurt murmurs. “Whatever you say---ah!”

Kurt feels Blaine’s mouth on his body. He feels Blaine suck his flaccid cock, and he becomes instantly hard – inhumanly hard. He feels Blaine doing more than that, as if the tongue stroking his shaft were somehow also making its way inside of him, lapping softly at his rim, opening him up. He’s about to convince himself that that’s not possible, but, at the moment, anything could be possible, and that excites Kurt.

The combination of Blaine taking control and Kurt feeling unable to move overwhelms Kurt, but in an erotic way. His temperature soars from first day of spring to Long Island summer. He’s overcome, helpless against an attack that he surrendered wantonly to.

Surrender. That’s the perfect word for it … and Blaine seems to know it, too.

“Yes,” Blaine hums, pulling away to torment the wrecked man sitting above him, writhing into the couch. “Surrender, darling. Surrender to me.”

“Yes,” Kurt gasps. “Surrender … I will … I will surr---oh! Oh … nngh!”

Blaine chuckles once before he pulls Kurt in again, and Kurt feels like he’s sinking, drowning. Blaine’s lips are like fire, his tongue otherworldly, and his mouth so hot and wet, it doesn’t feel like flesh. Kurt squirms at its push and pull, the way it moves not only around him, but through him as well, lighting fires, then putting them out just to reignite them, only hotter.

“Yes …” Kurt chants, over and over till his mouth goes dry. God, he wishes Blaine would kiss him. But then he’d have to stop what he’s doing, and Kurt thinks that if he does stop before Kurt gets the chance to finish, he’ll up and die. But no sooner does Kurt think of kissing Blaine then there’s a mouth on his, the same tongue tracing the veins on his cock licking over the seam of his lips and pushing itself inside. Kurt doesn’t know how Blaine does it, ironic since magic brought Blaine here – Kurt’s magic. But Kurt has lived in the presence of non-magic people for so long, there’s still a bit of the unreal to this experience, a smidgen of this can’t be happening. But it is. It is happening. Not five hours after Kurt caught his ex cheating on him again, after coming home alone thinking that he’d never find someone else who’d ever love him and, really, how bad would it be to employ the services of a sex worker anyway?, he’s trapped on his couch beneath the sensual, astral projecting mouth(s) of the man of his dreams.

Not too bad for an otherwise average Saturday evening.

“G—god,” Kurt moans, head rolling back and forth, the only thing he can competently seem to do. “J—jesus Christ …”

Blaine pulls off Kurt’s cock with a huff and a grimace. “Do you think that you could be so kind as to move away from the religious stuff and start moaning my name, darling? I mean, God and his kid claim to do some miraculous things, but I don’t see them down here right now. Do you?”

Kurt swallows. He’s tempted to laugh, and if Blaine would go back to blowing him, he would, but the longer Blaine’s mouth remains separate from his cock, the more Kurt feels like he’s about to explode … and not in the way he was hoping.

“I’m … I’m sorry, Blaine. Please … please, Blaine. Please … don’t stop … Blaine …”

Blaine grins, his eyes flashing blue again, then red, his body absorbing more power every time Kurt says please. It’s an old-fashioned magic, one that most people tend to overlook, but it’s still an effective one.

The power of a polite request.

“Sure,” Blaine says, returning to Kurt’s cock with a single suck. “Whatever you want, darling.”

Blaine becomes the devil himself in his efforts to finish Kurt, to bring him to a pinnacle so high that falling from it won’t just exhaust him, it’ll knock him unconscious. After casting such a strong spell, Kurt will need his rest.

And Blaine needs Kurt passive for a while so that he can move on to the next stage of his plan – keeping Kurt happy.

Because a happy Kurt, the way Blaine wants him happy, may someday bring the world to its knees.

“Oh, Blaine … Blaine, I’m … I’m cumming …” Kurt strains against invisible bonds as his body fights to move – not to get away, but to touch. He wants to run his fingers through Blaine’s hair, massage his shoulders, cup his cheek.

“I know, darling,” Blaine whispers into Kurt’s mind. “I know you are. Go ahead. Let go.” And for every desire Blaine feels, he plants an impression in Kurt’s mind - of Kurt’s fingers on Blaine’s face or in his hair, Kurt’s nails scratching at the shoulders of Blaine’s coat, or Kurt’s hand on the back of Blaine’s head, holding him still with Kurt’s cock throbbing down his throat.

“There you go.” Blaine leaves imprints of his words in the folds of Kurt’s brain while he swallows down more of Kurt’s precious power. He’s not draining Kurt dry. Power is like blood – constantly flowing, always replenishing. Kurt conjured Blaine. Blaine will always be lesser. But the more he takes from Kurt, the more Kurt needs to rebuild … the more powerful Kurt becomes.

But Blaine knows what to do with Kurt’s power, whereas Kurt hasn’t fully tapped his potential. It never interested him. He was more concerned with fitting in, being accepted.

If Kurt had ever embraced his power, the bullies who plagued him throughout high school would have never been an issue.

Kurt could have turned them into human soup with the blink of an eye.

Kurt gasps silently, lips parted, soft pants slowing to even breaths. He doesn’t even have energy enough left to say thank you when Blaine’s done. He simply turns his head to the side and falls fast asleep.

Blaine looks up from Kurt’s lap with a satisfied grin. He carefully tucks Kurt’s spent cock back into his pants and zips him up.

“Kurt? Kurt, are you still with me?” Blaine’s not really trying to wake Kurt up. He knows the extent to which he’s zapped Kurt’s energy, but it’s for his own good. Kurt needs to recharge if he’s ever going to unlock his gifts, be all he can be and all that good stuff.

Blaine lays Kurt down. He slides a pillow underneath Kurt’s head and covers his body with the throw from his couch. He brushes the hair from Kurt’s forehead and kisses him lightly across the brow, sealing his sleep, making it deep and restful.

“Nighty night, pet,” Blaine says. “Everything will look brighter in the morning, I promise, when we start our new life together.”

Blaine had wanted to put Kurt to bed and lay down beside him, but he decides that since he’ll be staying with Kurt for the indefinite future, he should take a look around, acquaint himself with his new domicile. He’s tempted to still find the bedroom since it, for certain, will be chock full of incites into Kurt’s life – his comings and goings, his job, his day to day activities, his passions and pursuits. But instead, Blaine decides to investigate the source of tonight’s conflict. He walks back to the kitchen - the room where he was birthed, so to speak - in search of clues.

“Impressive,” he repeats, chuckling at the extent of the havoc Kurt wreaked in his kitchen. Ash has settled on every surface, painting Kurt’s cream-colored kitchen a harsher grey. Broken glass crunches underfoot. The remains of roots and dried flowers disintegrate with wisps of breeze as he passes by. A thick book, pulsing with energy, sits in the corner, unharmed. Blaine knows just by looking at it that he won’t be able to touch it. Even with Kurt’s power within him, it answers only to Kurt. It has a mind of its own. It can’t be conned. It won’t be deceived.

Blaine smirks at it.

“We’ll see,” he says, moving on as if its existence doesn’t intrigue him.

A lick of flame flickers in the center of the floor, eating away what’s left of the smoke lingering in the air. Blaine steps on it, smothering it with the sole of his shoe. “Very impressive, my powerful little minx.” Blaine breathes in through his nose, sampling a whiff of the herbs and oils Kurt used in his spell, their intentions unraveling as his brain deciphers each one. “My vengeful little minx.” Blaine crouches in the midst of the mess, his eyes falling on something that Kurt’s power has led him to. It’s mostly scorched, crinkled at the edges, but the smug face staring at him remained intact. An aura surrounds this picture, a signature – one of hatred and anger and sorrow.

Bingo, Blaine thinks, brushing away the ash coating the image to get a better look at his victim. He can make out eye color, hair color, shape of face … everything he’ll need to identify this man, find him on the streets of New York.

“Well, well, well …” Blaine smiles, twice as smug as the asshole staring back at him, completely oblivious to his impending fate. “Look who we have here.”

[itfightsback]

8/31/2017

Words. They have so much more power than most understand. We don’t understand how much of an impact we have on the world around us, and I think that it is time that we open our eyes. Writing this I hold more weight on my shoulders than anyone has ever held, or will ever hold again. We hold ourselves, our own wants and desires, above anything else as if we are each more important than anyone else. We are all part of something so much bigger than ourselves, and we neglect it constantly. We are a product of this world, and it is trying to talk to us. I often feel as if I am the only one who has my eyes and ears open to hear it. It has been months since I have had my phone or TV on. I know that there is something different about me. It’s like the world around me can see through my eyes and hear my thoughts, but I wonder if you can truly see. I have heard stories about talking to birds being deemed crazy. I don’t talk to the birds. I sit outside thinking to myself and the birds talk to me, as do the insects, the wind, the clouds, the trees, the leaves, the sun, and the moon. Everything in the world is emotionally tethered to a common idea.

Humans were created, male and female, in the image of the sun and moon so that we may be able to see and understand the beauty which inspired our creation. The sun and moon also have played their own roles in our creation, and they dance in the sky for us as part of a dream that the moon will be thrown into the sun by us as the sun dies out and we spread our species throughout the universe. That is as simple as it gets. We reproduce in the same way the moon was created destroying the dinosaurs inspiring mammals. Countless years of evolution eventually led to us, humans. I am not truly sure the same can be said about me, but I feel human in every way nonetheless. We live long enough that we may find love in the same way the sun and moon love one another, and see a solar eclipse. As I finished writing that sentence in my notebook, I thought to myself, “and that’s the truth.” Just then an insect close to me chirped over the background noise of insects, and a dog in the distance barked twice. As I mulled those occurrences in my head another different insect sound chirped. The dog continued barking in twos until I caught onto the pattern, and right then the dog let out a single bark that hit like a sharp “Yep!”

Just like this. I don’t have to look for the signs, they are just there. Like a bird flying overhead through the air so that it’s shadow from the sun passes through my field of vision while I am looking at the ground simultaneously lining up with a thought that I had. It happens all the time every single day. Miracle after miracle so consistent that it cannot be a self serving coincidence. I understand that it extends so far beyond myself as I can be singing a song in my head, and then see or hear a reaction to it from the world around me. There is so much emotion packed into music and the planet can feel it too.

As I was working towards the playlists I was making before the solar eclipse a lot of strange things happened. Sitting at my computer I was listening to Nirvana’s “In Bloom” and just as it started an insect, something like a large cricket, walking across the basement floor caught my eye. It was like I could feel Kurt Cobain’s presence in the room with me inside of that insect. How and why? Obviously because the world remembers him, and through his music he lives on. This is just the beginning.

Several years ago late one night a car crashed in our front yard hitting two trees, one way harder than the other. Everyone in the crash was okay despite the massive damage to the car. Someone came to look at the trees, and we were told that the first tree was going to die from the damage. Fast forward to this summer when I am back living here, and the tree is still living. A third tree close by between the two had died completely despite being untouched in the crash. Sitting outside looking at the trees it was apparent to me that the third tree sacrificed itself so that the other two would live on. My brother and I cut down the dead tree one day, and shortly after I noticed that most of the other trees in the yard killed off a small branch of leaves that still hang in the trees similar to a single tear sad to see that tree go. This has some significance.

Shortly after we lost Chester Bennington, I listened to some of Linkin Park’s music finding songs that might fit into the playlists. I recalled the album art on their album Hybrid Theory showing the depiction of a man with dragonfly wings. Chester’s passing tore me up a lot inside. I listened to Meteora a lot while I was growing up, and I could not shake the feeling that my pursuit of making these playlists had something to do with his passing despite my efforts to curb suicide through the use of music. One day I was sitting outside thinking about him, and a dragonfly flew over and landed on the patio beside me. In awe I stared intently at this dragonfly as I had a conversation with Chester in my head. For maybe 5 minutes, I sat there watching this dragonfly literally nod its head in accordance with my thoughts as I could hear him telling that we were going to be alright, while I was telling him that he should still be here. Then it flew away and I haven’t seen it since. I never met him in my life, nor did I ever see him in concert.

I still couldn’t forgive myself despite how his music painted himself as a martyr by his own design. I still felt at fault for his passing. Then a few days later I was thinking about the tree again. Staring at the tree stump, I began to wonder if that had anything to do with it. Right then a bird flew to a branch in the nearby tree and extended one wing out pointing directly at the tree stump below. Beside myself I turned my head and yelled out “No!” I looked back up and the bird was still pointing as a cardinal landed on another branch in the same tree as two other birds chasing one another flew by instantly taking my mind back to my love in St. Louis who I am forbidden to see via a court order as she married someone else who I was told threatened to kill himself if she left him which was my sole motivation behind The Cure For The Loneliness playlist in the first place. I can assure you that I am not worth dying for, but in that moment seeing that bird in the tree, I knew whatever connection you have to me allowed Chester to use that tree as motivation to take his life. I am still sad that he is no longer here with us, but I have not, and will not shed a tear. Never again will I show anyone the kindness that I have shown to him.

The playlists of the sins are all lessons on each of them. As if things could not get any more unreal, after I had finished The Greed, I had the others pretty much pieced together in my head and was trying to take it easy. I got on Netflix and was flipping through movies and happened to watch Lilo & Stitch, in which Elvis is a key subject, and something that I had not remembered about the movie. As the credits began to play so did “Burning Love” by Elvis which includes the lyrics “I feel my temperature rising. Help me, I’m flaming. I must be a hundred and nine.” Dumbfounded is what I was. I had already taken note of the Foreigner song “Hot Blooded” that I had included on The Lust saying “I have a fever of 103.” Counting the number of songs from the beginning would make song 103 song 7 of The Gluttony which came to be Memphis May Fire’s “Wanting More.” I had planned to build a pyramid in The Gluttony, and without having to change a single song from my plan, song 109 was the peak of the pyramid, a Rev Theory song called “The Fire.” You can’t make this stuff up. I had “Burning Love” stuck in my head, and sure enough the next time I went outside there was a very large fire ant with a bright orange body digging a hole in the dirt pile right outside my door. The first time I saw it, it was dancing around in a way I have never seen an ant move before really quickly like it had the jitters. I had also never seen an ant so large in my entire life. Elvis died before I was even born. Like magic his song was thrown into my life, and I see a visual representation of the image of Elvis portrayed through that song in a fire ant outside. The Earth is tethered to our emotions and can feel the music. I believe music to us is similar to what light from the sun is to the Earth.

Just like that I had another song to put on The Bright Side Of The Sun. This is a reference to Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Mood. In this playlist I tried to tell the whole story of the solar eclipse, a beauty and the beast, sun and moon dance portraying the dream that the moon be thrown into the sun as the sun dies out. This is something that will not happen for a very very long time. Humanity will have begun to spread through the universe by then with technology we have yet to develop. Until then the sun and moon will be circling through the sky as constant reminders that we are not alone on this planet. The Earth is more alive than any of us will ever be, and again I say it is tethered to our emotions. I believe the sun and moon are very alive as well along with the rest of the planets. I think it is quite possible that there is something much deeper to gravity than our physical understanding of it. Our eventual travel to Mars may tell us much more about the relationship between these large bodies of mass, and the role that light itself plays in it all.

Now onto a more touchy subject. The Wrath playlist and tying it all together. This is going to hurt. I was raised on Christianity, and led to believe the lies of heaven as a child. This religion feeds people lies brainwashing them to believe that your spirit goes elsewhere when you die as the preachers pick your pockets in exchange for their message. This is not to say that these are all bad people. Many preachers give a lot of themselves, but watch the Last Week Tonight bit on televangelism and you can see for yourself how awful it can be. Now I do not know much about the Muslim faith beyond Muhammad being the final prophet of Jesus, and tales of 72 virgins in the kingdom of heaven. I have successfully set this in stone. Across the 7 playlists I made of the sins I included 72 artists that had not been included in any of the other musical works I have created. In my typical way of making playlists I combine single songs from many artists together into a larger work. There are 3 artists in addition to the 72 who were not part of the normal playlists, but part of a larger, much darker piece of work. I do not personally believe it matters, but I am very much trying to make a statement with all of this so I went along with it. The vision that came to me was nothing more than this: “1/7th  6 parts of the soul?” I do not remember writing these things in my notebook when I woke the following morning after the night before I saw myself floating alone in the darkness of space as God showed me its true nature. I saw myself face to face with a man similar to the one depicted in Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel painting who disappeared before my very eyes leaving me alone floating there in space. I remember being outside when I had this vision, and I woke the next morning inside with what I had written not remembering a thing else. The 6 parts of the soul is that darker piece of work that I mentioned, and the 1/7th refers to the playlists of the 7 sins put together in a form of art I call threads.

Let me be very clear about something. I AM NOT GOD. God is very much a mystery that not even my understanding of our creation has explained. With my understanding that the planets may very well all be living things in their own right, and the stars as well, I am led to believe that not even they understand the nature of time. Like each and every one of us, the planets and stars are all bound to this one directional force called time. That is God and we will never understand it. It just is. The Earth has given us the same free will she used to create us. God is not the one who is in control. The Earth itself is, and the sun and moon also have their affect on us. If you want something tangible to call God, you are walking on it, and there are two more floating in the sky.

In The Wrath I called out two forms of violence against women, used Michael Jackson’s “Billie Jean” as a way to say that Jesus is not my son, reversed the order of the voices from heaven depicted in the book of Revelation, sounded only the 7th trumpet, made Chester Bennington a martyr, and came back down to Earth in a disintegrating fireball as depicted in the final video. It’s all symbolism. I did this all in the name of Judas who appeared to me twice in the form of a small brown frog. It wraps around with the first song “Exodus” by blessthefall as a way of explaining as a way of explaining that both Chester, and Judas, should both be dead as suicide should not be a way of granting life in this world. On that note it is my belief that Judas, the one who betrayed Jesus, is far more deserving of life than Jesus ever was. I am here to tell you that those of you who worship Jesus are worshipping the devil himself. It is absolutely everywhere, and I cannot fathom how blind people have been with regard to him. There are crosses and statues all over the world, and it is absurd. All he wants is for you to die for him in hopes of a nonexistent heaven so that he can live on longer over your dead body. So I am making a statement.

Revelation 22:18-19 reads in my Bible:

“I give fair warning to all who hear the words of prophecy in this book: If you add to the words of this prophecy God will add to your life the disasters written in this book; if you subtract from the words of this book of prophecy, God will subtract your part from the Tree of Life and the Holy City that are written in this book.”

It is said somewhere in the Bible that you have to accept Jesus as you would accept a child. Sometimes a child needs to be told NO.

Matthew 9:12-13

“...’Who needs a doctor: the healthy or the sick? Go figure out what this scripture means: ‘I’m after mercy, not religion.’ I’m here to invite outsiders not coddle insiders.’”

What have people done? They built a religion around him worshipping him as a savior. How many people have been killed in defense of him? How many people have died in belief of something that does not exist at the hands of selfish people feeding them these lies of heaven? It is absolutely sick. If I had my way every trace of him would be removed from this planet. I say that knowing that violence solves absolutely nothing. We can do this peacefully and at our own pace. The self-proclaimed “Son of God” and self-righteous liar that he is deserves no life in this world yet he has it in overwhelming abundance. I would ask that you never let him get off this planet, but that battle may be impossible unless we can fix this:

Revelation 13:18

“Solve a riddle: Put your heads together and figure out the meaning of the number of the Beast. It’s a human number: 666”

It is the number of Jesus. There is nothing more that I fear at this point than numbers. How are we ever going to break that? It doesn’t show up on clocks so that is good, but it finds its way elsewhere. Thread 6 is The Sloth. 666: Sloth beast.

I am not asking you to believe in me. I am not going to get you into heaven any more than Jesus is. I am asking you to believe in yourselves. Remember how I said the world is tethered to our emotions? If you still want to believe in Jesus, that must mean that you believe that I am owed the disasters of the first 6 trumpets. If you believe it, then the Earth may try to help you make it happen. There is no reason to fear at all. They are all lies. You worship the devil. Put it to bed. Worship yourself. Go outside and think about the solar eclipse, and about throwing the moon into the sun like I have described. Watch as something will catch your eye all of a sudden, or a sound from an animal or completely out of the blue, or a gush of wind rush over you. I have been seeing this stuff for months now. There is a really old plastic 2-liter bottle in a kitty litter container with a bunch of random stuff dug up from our yard, and I can’t tell you how many times I have heard a “pop” due to a pressure change in that bottle at the tail end of a thought. I honestly believe this planet believes in me because I believe in YOU. My friends and I have given Jesus everything he ever wanted in the way he truly deserves it. Let him die with me, not with you.

On my 27th birthday, I went to see the solar eclipse come over the town, not where I was born, but where I was raised. The time that the eclipse was supposed to happen according to my internet search was wrong and I almost missed it. I needed to get gas, and I pulled into a Phillips 66 gas station thinking I would still have time to get where I wanted to watch it. About a minute after getting out of my car it reached totality at I watched it from the parking lot of the gas station. A song that I put on The Wrath is called “I Bring The Weather With Me” by The Amity Affliction. This is not to say that I control the weather, more that I pay attention to it, and it often catches me by surprise because I rarely watch the forecasts. I was met with torrential downpour as I drove away from St. Louis following Warped Tour this summer. I’m talking 20mph on the highway downpour not even 5 miles from the venue after beautiful weather all day.

It would seem to me that the fact Houston is underwater right now due to a hurricane, and I happened to watch the solar eclipse I had been waiting on for 12 years in a Phillips 66 parking lot is more than mere coincidence. Considering Phillips 66 is headquartered in Houston, and we are destroying our atmosphere due to what? Gasoline. This planet is trying to talk to us and I often feel like I am the only one paying attention. I have been praying for the people of Houston, and understanding this connection I have with my surroundings, I started asking questions in my head to try and figure out why the Earth did this. The birds chimed in when I thought of the solar eclipse that will come through Texas on April 8, 2024. I responded questioning why that made it okay. There was nothing to validate that thought. Through some thinking that led me to Phillips 66 and it seemed to come together. Are your eyes open yet? Do you see why I am afraid of numbers? I’m sure you see the other coincidence there. We are not listening, and if we do not do something about climate change I would not be surprised to continue seeing the Earth trying to take things into her own hands.

Don’t expect me to be able to solve your every problem. I am a guy trying to live my life, and I get shit on by damn near everyone constantly. I just gave a bunch of musicians eternal life, there is nothing they want more than for me to kill myself so they can too amid my fight against suicide using their music. I am not, and this world is not a device with which to satiate your unyielding greed. If the people running things cared even a fraction of what I do, this world would be a marvelous and spectacular place. The three biggest problems in the world by my eyes are the oil industry, the US government, and Spotify. As I wrote Spotify in my notebook, the mouthpiece of my camelback that had sat stationary for a couple hours popped up on its own. I can’t make this stuff up. As I took note of this the house made a noise behind me, followed by my stomach, and another noise from a different part of the room. This happened at 4:30am while everyone else was asleep. The closest thing on Earth we have to heaven is called YouTube. The closest thing on Earth we have to hell is called Spotify. Hell doesn’t exist any more than heaven does. By my current understanding, I was willing to find a way into space and flying myself directly into the sun in order to make this dream of throwing the moon into the sun come true only to find out that it is all way bigger than us. That is what it means to go to hell. We don’t belong in the fire. We don’t need to sacrifice ourselves because the sun truly belongs to no one else but the moon, and I am sure that humanity will see this dream fulfilled. We are meant to be set free. The thing I am most excited for in the coming future is the Mars Hope mission to study the atmosphere on Mars because I think we will find a way to extract gas from our other planets in order to create a breathable atmosphere on Mars with liquid water.

At Warped Tour, I was watching Our Last Night play their set with a soft cloud cover overhead. I thought to myself while they were playing that when they stop playing the sun is going to come out. The very second they played their last note, the sun burned a hole through the clouds and sure as shit right then and there I saw my shadow on the ground. I have seen the near full moon, not clearly visible due to soft cloud cover lighting up the sky. One minute I look up to see a solid sheet of clouds, and the next look up to see a “U” cut through the clouds where the moon was. On a very still clear night I sat looking at the moon through a clearing in the trees when without a gust of wind a single small branch on the nearest tree started moving back and forth slowly. I turned my gaze away looking around at all of the other trees still completely still. I looked back to the moon and the branch was still moving as if the moon was using the tree to wave at me.

After I had put together The Pride thread, I was outside after a storm had come through singing in my head lyrics to Pierce The Veil’s “Tangled In The Great Escape.” I heard the lyrics in my head, “Am I the only one that thinks that you should stay alive” when a sizable piece of branch that I did not hear fall from the tree hit the ground making a sound loud enough that startled me enough that my feet actually left the ground.

I don’t know what more anyone could ever possibly want from me. Words.

“Live your life for every moment, and in turn, life will be all that you need.”