Under The Table
Warnings: boypussy, fingering, squirting, public sex, eating out.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine go to a nice restaurant for dinner. Kurt wears a kilt, and doesn’t wear any underwear, at Blaine’s request. Over the course of the dinner Blaine finds himself getting distracted and he can’t help himself.
fic: all those people drinking lover’s spit
anonymous requested: bp!kurt and desk sex and a wholeeee lotttt of dirtytalk
anonymous requested: Can i prompt some daddy!kink and size!kink with klaine please ;_; bp or not bp is okay, it’s up to you ^^
~3k. the title was stolen from queer as folk’s soundtrack strong by broken social scene. warnings for bp, dirtytalk, size!kink, daddy!kink, desk sex, loud sex, oversensitivity and just a tiny little bit come play.
Blaine had known Kurt was up to something from the moment he stepped inside Blaine’s study.
Because there was no way Kurt would be here when it was so late, wearing one of Blaine’s old t-shirts, smiling and blushing and blinking so innocently at Blaine if he wasn’t having something planned out in his mind.
Kurt tiptoed towards his desk and sat himself on Blaine’s lap. He let his head rest against his chest, arms flung around his neck, his body curling into Blaine’s. Blaine’s suspicions were confirmed moments later, when Kurt looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, and he let out a soft, breathy whisper that went straight to Blaine’s cock: “Daddy.”
Summary: The first time Kurt goes into heat, he’s confused and frustrated, but Blaine’s there to help.
Blaine/hybrid kitty!kurt, bp!kurt
Blaine groans and slowly blinks his eyes open halfway when he hears the soft, familiar voice whispering his name. He turns his head in Kurt’s direction, but Kurt has to say his name again and poke him a few times before he finally wakes up and focuses on his best friend’s face.
“Hmm,” Blaine hums drowsily, turning his hand palm-up on instinct and wiggling his fingers—Kurt’s fingers slot into his, and Blaine can feel his hand trembling. He opens his eyes wider this time and sits up, fumbling blindly to turn on his bedside lamp. Blaine covers his eyes with his hand at the light, squinting through his fingers to see Kurt gazing at him in just a pair of pajama pants, his tail twitching restlessly back and fourth. “Whassa matter?” Blaine mumbles.
“I can’t sleep,” Kurt whines, inching forward another step so that his hips are pressed against Blaine’s mattress. “I’m…I feel weird. Too hot. Can I…can I stay in here?” Blaine rubs over his face and nods.
After a long-fought battle in Australia, a python bested a crocodile and swallowed the reptile whole over a span of several hours in Queensland, Australia.
The snake reportedly fought the croc for five hours in Lake Moondarra. Winning the fight, the python constricted its prey to death. The estimated 10-foot snake then dragged the 3-foot croc ashore and proceeded to swallow it whole in front of a group of onlookers.
National Geographic identified the snake as an olive python and the croc as a Johnson’s crocodile, both of which are native to Australia. After its hefty meal, the python should be full for at least a month.
Nature is Scary AF!
Going to Australia is like walking into the tall grass without a pokemon
frat boy!blaine idk
Kurt walks into the fraternity house, blinking his eyes against the light and feeling the music pound in his chest loudly.
Beside him, Rachel looks around, raising her eyebrow.
"Do we really have to be here?" she asks.
"You know we do," says Kurt.
Suddenly, a voice carries over the crowd.
The reading comprehension and overall common sense on this website is piss poor.
how dare you say we piss on the poor
This is a very important message for young people everywhere
If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it…