controlofwhatido:

So, to try to kick-start my porn writing again, I wrote up a list of kinks that I’d like to attempt to write drabbles for. Most of them I haven’t ever written before, so I thought it would be a fun writing exercise. I’m only going to allow myself to combine 2-3 at a time, to make things interesting. This is by no means a comprehensive list, because I’d be here forever in that case. (I used this website for reference.) If you’d like to play along, you are more than welcome to. Or if you have some suggestions as to which ones you’d like to see first, let me know!

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@msleamichele Having so much fun at #Glee today with the boys! #GleeSeason6 
@msleamichele Having so much fun at #Glee today with the boys! #GleeSeason6 

afterthenovels:

Title: (Let That Dark Water) Take Me Home [AO3]
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: ~7,500 words
Summary: AU. Kurt is a sailor, drifting in the middle of the ocean after the ship he was working on burned down. He hasn’t seen any signs of life in days, but somehow there’s a dark-haired boy leaning against his lifeboat and asking if he can keep him company.
Warnings: Mentions of shipwrecks, risky seafaring, and anything related to that.

A/N: Sailor!Kurt and merman!Blaine, inspired by this gorgeous art but with a little twist in the end. The title is from Where We Went Wrong by The Hush Sound (which has some amazing sailing imagery and therefore seemed fitting). 

 

Kurt really wishes the weather was at least a bit cloudier. Or that it would rain, even a little.

He has been drifting for a few days already, after a barrel of gunpowder caught fire on the ship he was working on and he was the only one who managed to get away from the flames and explosions. At least he thinks he’s the only one — he saw some of the other lifeboats shatter to pieces during the first explosion, and a few of his fellow sailors sank beneath the waves as he was trying to get to them on his own boat. He didn’t particularly like the people he was working with on this ship, but they were still his co-workers, still people, and now they’re…

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erin__eva Just another day at work. Thank you @hrhchriscolfer for being so lovely! #glee #chriscolfer

erin__eva Just another day at work. Thank you @hrhchriscolfer for being so lovely! #glee #chriscolfer

If you sent a prompt to my inbox, I’m not ignoring you! I’m saving your message so I don’t forget your prompt. :)

So, to try to kick-start my porn writing again, I wrote up a list of kinks that I’d like to attempt to write drabbles for. Most of them I haven’t ever written before, so I thought it would be a fun writing exercise. I’m only going to allow myself to combine 2-3 at a time, to make things interesting. This is by no means a comprehensive list, because I’d be here forever in that case. (I used this website for reference.) If you’d like to play along, you are more than welcome to. Or if you have some suggestions as to which ones you’d like to see first, let me know!

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"Already Home" - Kurt/Blaine

missbeizy:

A fill for this thing that I spewed a while ago.

Vampire!Blaine/human!Kurt.  Early!Klaine.  Rachel convinces Kurt to join the Vampire Hunting Club their senior year because it’s the only one they haven’t joined.  Blaine transfers to McKinley and decides to join the club in order to try and hide in plain sight.  

Warnings for: a scene with some bullying (nothing graphic or followed through on) and consensual blood drinking as part of sex.

"You have got to be joking," Kurt says in a monotone, standing outside of the empty classroom with a simultaneously bored and exasperated expression. "Vampire Hunting Club is so last year. It’s just a bunch of Twilight nerds and a few jocks trying to look all hyper-masculine by making up stories about ‘taking out the undead’…”

"It’s the only club that we haven’t joined," Rachel says, "and we need every possible extracurricular that we can fit in if we’re going to get into NYADA, Kurt." She bounces. "Besides, our friends are already members, and I hear that they have a bead on the most current trends in hunting apparel, which I know you—”

He raises a hand, cutting her off. “We do not speak of this in public. You know that.”

"They only meet twice a month," she wheedles, tugging at his sleeve. "And there are cookies."

His eyes narrow. “If anyone asks, I’m only doing this because you made me.”

She squeals. “Yay!”

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