kissedmequiteinsane:

Unfinished Omegle rp with bp!Kurt and Older!Blaine. The prompt was based around an NYC club made specifically for men with bp’s and men who are attracted to it (And I’m so terribly sad that I lost my partner because this is everything I wanted from my prompt)

Stranger: Blaine was leaning against the bar with a scotch in his hand surveying the crowd. He had been at the club many many times, none if this was new to him. He saw a young looking brunette with a wristband on slinking away to the dance floor and grinned. He found his next boy. Blaine downed the rest of his scotch and followed the boy to the dance floor. He saw another man dancing against Kurt.”Mind if I cut in?” He asked, making eye contact with the other man. The stranger’s eyes went wide when he saw who it was and stepped away from the brunette.

You: The alcohol flowing through his system left Kurt feeling pretty fearless, so when a random guy came up to dance with him, he of course went for it. The guy was pretty much but nothing special but Kurt was feeling so good at the moment he really didn’t care. His eyes snapped open when he heard a voice and he looked up, his heart skipping a beat when he took in the sight of the man asking to dance with him instead. Kurt’s eyes roamed over it, taking note that he didn’t have a wristband and he bit his lower lip, looking up at him through his lashes as he quirked an eyebrow his way in invitation.

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klaine hiatus challenge day 6: favorite klaine moment from season 3
You promised that by the first day of school you’d make a decision. And yet, there you sit, cute as ever, but still in your warbler’s blazer”





littleloverblaine:

part of this series

"That’s your best reason? Your dad won’t approve?”

Kurt huffed impatiently. This demon was completely incorrigible.

"Look, it’s more than that. Though my dad dousing you with holy water the second you lay a finger on me is no small consideration," Kurt arched a delicate eyebrow, enjoying the shudder this elicited from the demon. "My mother is an archangel, Blaine. Called to leave Earth because of mischief caused by the likes of you. How do you think the heavenly host would react to a direct descendant of Asmodeus defiling the only child of an archangel?"

A flicker of uncertainty passed across Blaine’s blood-red eyes before he resumed his smooth and confident poise.

"How about this," he bargained, staying Kurt’s voice with a hand. "You come out with me for dinner tomorrow night. Just two normal-" Kurt snorted, "well, two teenage boys. On a date. Then, if I put a hand where you don’t want it, you can cast me away and I’ll never bother you ever again."

Kurt flushed, wishing Blaine wasn’t so especially sexy when he was being devious.

He bit his lip and drew a breath.

"Fine. One date. Dinner and dancing." Blaine’s eyes flashed in triumph. "But God help you if a single fang," Kurt eyed Blaine’s canines warily, "Or talon so much as touches my skin."



heavenorspace:

"Don’t you like my wings? They’re so soft and delicate, wolfy. I’m soft all over, you’ll find. So soft and warm and wet.”Blaine’s canines were dripping, his long coarse tongue flapping with each panting breath. He was swollen red and heavy between his legs where he most wanted the faerie. He knew it was a danger to go out hunting alone during mating season. That the wicked little faeries would be dripping their sweet essence all over the forest to ensnare a mate. Their slim, light bodies pinked and hot to be bred with anything that had a cock and balls that should pass their way. Humans, werewolves, monsters in the water…none were safe when the winged creatures were in heat. And once they had a healthy baby growing safely in their belly, their victim was bound to them forever. A strong and satisfying appendage to supply their kingdom with new life."Come and get me, beastie!" the fairy standing before Blaine cried sweetly, rolling it’s slim hips in an erotic dance. Blaine’s senses felt it all: the tremble in the tiny breasts as the nipples swelled in anticipation of milk, the slick wetness from deep inside the faerie’s body, the slip of it’s dainty pussy lips, the dark secret throb where it wanted the werewolf’s seed. Kurt had been marking the wolf’s movements for weeks before, and Blaine was lost long before he made the leap to tackle the agile young faerie and force himself inside.
(sfw reblog)

heavenorspace:

"Don’t you like my wings? They’re so soft and delicate, wolfy. I’m soft all over, you’ll find. So soft and warm and wet.”

Blaine’s canines were dripping, his long coarse tongue flapping with each panting breath. He was swollen red and heavy between his legs where he most wanted the faerie.

He knew it was a danger to go out hunting alone during mating season. That the wicked little faeries would be dripping their sweet essence all over the forest to ensnare a mate. Their slim, light bodies pinked and hot to be bred with anything that had a cock and balls that should pass their way. Humans, werewolves, monsters in the water…none were safe when the winged creatures were in heat. And once they had a healthy baby growing safely in their belly, their victim was bound to them forever. A strong and satisfying appendage to supply their kingdom with new life.

"Come and get me, beastie!" the fairy standing before Blaine cried sweetly, rolling it’s slim hips in an erotic dance.

Blaine’s senses felt it all: the tremble in the tiny breasts as the nipples swelled in anticipation of milk, the slick wetness from deep inside the faerie’s body, the slip of it’s dainty pussy lips, the dark secret throb where it wanted the werewolf’s seed. Kurt had been marking the wolf’s movements for weeks before, and Blaine was lost long before he made the leap to tackle the agile young faerie and force himself inside.

(sfw reblog)



littleloverblaine:

and in that moment, Kurt wanted to get into Blaine’s “house”