Hi, my name's Silvia, but you can call me Sil. Yes I love girls but there are some guys that make me question my sexuality. I ship CrissColfer but I also really like Mia and Will. OTPs: Klaine, Brittana, Tike, Bravid, Britin. Huge nerd and I love reading books and comics (Marvel and DC). Also huge Starkid.
I got sappy about Klaine going to estate sales.
Summer: Brownie Box Camera
“I hate everyone in this line. As soon as I can walk under my own power I’m taking them all down.”
“It’s too early to be mutinous, Kurt.”
“It’s too early to be anything, Blaine.”
Blaine just bounces on his toes and grins, then turns away to crane around the people lined up in front of them and Kurt can only hope that Blaine can feel the full wrath of his irritation boring into the back of his chipper, shiny head.
“Six-thirty am. On a Saturday. On the first week of summer vacation,” Kurt grumbles. Just in case Blaine is still not getting the memo.
It would appear he is willfully avoiding the memo, given how he then bops Kurt on the nose and enthuses, “Early bird gets the worm!”
idek what this is. thong reaction fic? i have no excuses for it. i just blame blaine anderson and sue and the fact that it is canon that blaine wears thongs because my brain can’t even handle that information. warning for a bit of d/s like play i guess?
Blaine stands on the floor by the end of the bed, his hands holding onto the hard wooden bedframe. He bites down his bottom lip, as he readjusts his legs, arching his back a bit more so his ass juts out further.
“Very nice.” Blaine smiles at the praise, his eyes closing and the cheeks on his face flushing.
“Thank you sir,” he murmurs quietly.
A soft hand runs down the arch of his back, petting over him and continuing to the dip and curve above his ass. “So very nice like this.”
Blaine’s breathing stills as he feels Kurt’s fingers curl underneath the red, lacy thong, tugging on it. Blaine can feel the responding tug in his cock and balls, the fabric tightening around them. He gasps when Kurt releases it, the elastic snapping back into place and against his skin.
“Hold tight.” Kurt’s voice comes as a sharp reminder, his hands gripping tighter to the wooden frame as he can feel Kurt moving around behind him, hands grasping his hips and the soft slide of his trousers against Blaine’s oversensitive skin.
“Look so gorgeous like this Blaine,” Kurt murmurs, softly. A hand strokes up and then down his side, running over his ass before he feels a sharp smack. He gasps hard and it comes again in the same exact spot. “Love how you look like this. Love how your ass looks like this, perfect and on display and turning as red as your thong and just for me.” Kurt’s voice is quiet, practically crooning in his ear as his hand comes back down on him, spanking him again.
Blaine knows the rules; he doesn’t say anything, just gasps and whimpers when Kurt’s hand comes down again, same exact spot and he can feel it beginning to actually sting this time. Kurt’s hand keeps up a rhythm on his ass until its glowing red and bright and Blaine can’t hold back any longer and he cries out, a broken and needy whine that barely even sounds like Kurt’s name. He tries so hard to hold out as long as possible and Kurt knows he can’t.
“Kurt! Kurt please I can’t— Please I need—”
And just like that Kurt’s around him, arms wrapping around his body, Kurt’s chest molded to his back and hips snug against his burning ass.
“Such a good boy for me, you’re so good. So very good.” Kurt’s hand slides down his stomach to wrap around his cock, barely stroking him three times before Blaine is crying out wordlessly again, coming thick and hard in Kurt’s hand, his cock still constrained in the Cheerio thong.
Kurt kisses the side of his temple, nuzzling his nose into the soft curls by his ear and humming quietly, his arms still around Blaine, body still curled up close behind his. Blaine’s body feels exhausted and limp as he lets go of the bed frame, falling back into Kurt’s arms and knowing he is going to catch him.