ficlet: worth something
Rating: NC-17 | Length: ~1,000k
Warnings: infidelity, back room sex
A/N: I just. Needed to do something. And Nikki encouraged it so I did it. It came out angsty instead of sexy like I planned. Oops.
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Blaine isn’t thinking straight.
It’s probably all the alcohol in his system—no, it’s definitely the alcohol.
The fact of the matter is he’s lonely, he’s hurt, and Sebastian disappeared out the front door with some spiky-haired brunette about twenty minutes ago, and something tells Blaine that he’s not coming back anytime soon.
I don’t normally read infidelity fics but … this one is well-done. Blaine + Random Guy = Blandom, right?
(Source: atticrissfinch)
Title: There’s Something Wrong With Blaine (COMPLETE)
Author: mothergoddamn & rebness
Pairing/characters: Blaine/Kurt, Finn Hudson and Puck.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Finn is an easygoing guy who believes the best in everyone. But when Blaine Anderson begins to ingratiate himself into the Hudmels’ lives, he can’t ignore the strange events that occur. Just what exactly is wrong with Blaine? And can Finn save Kurt?
Chapters: 1/2/3
Cover Me (fic)
Title: Cover Me
Characters: Kurt/Blaine, Sebastian
Rating: NC-17 for sex and language
Spoilers: Nothing specific, but assumes up to 3.8
Word Count: 6,360
Summary: Sebastian unwittingly improves Kurt’s and Blaine’s sex life. Porn with a bit of a plot.Author’s Notes: Written for this prompt, which ended up being more inspiration than plot outline. Thanks to fictocriticism for betaing – I hope this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Title from “Cover Me” by Bruce Springsteen, from whom I obviously did not seek permission. Also,I don’t own Glee, and I don’t make any money writing this stuff.
—Cover Me—
Kurt had always told himself that sex was just icing on the cake. He’d waited for a long time – a lot longer than he really wanted to, frankly – because it was important to have the entire emotional infrastructure in place, to lay the groundwork, to build the love that sex could be an expression for.
And, yes, those things were important. But what Kurt hadn’t expected was that sex would show him that they’d come nowhere near completing that infrastructure – that it was still there to build, with their bodies as well as their words.
HOLY CRAP!!! How in the world did I miss this?!!!! Wow!! Klaine fic with delicious and hot sex …
‘reach out and touch faith’ (cooper/blaine) nc-17
hitchhikersguidetoblainesanus:
warnings: incest, barebacking, spanking, comeplay, slight daddy!kink
word count: 3,524
based on this gkm prompt:
Their parents are out of the house for the weekend, and leave Cooper in charge. So when Blaine (who is 15-16, not any younger) disobeys a rule, he takes him to the study and gives him a proper spanking. He’s pretty sure this teaching his little brother a lesson thing is not meant to involve screwing him over their stern father’s desk while he moans his name over and over, but what the hell: it’ll be their little secret. Totally consensual, please, or as consensual as it can be given the situation. Optional: comeplay, Blaine begging and calling Cooper “daddy”, for an added flavor of wrongness ;)
title taken from “personal jesus” by johnny cash
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“You’re kidding me,” Cooper says as he walks into the Anderson home, luggage in hand. The smile that he’s been wearing since leaving the airport slips off of his face as he takes in his surroundings.
There are dozens of people crowded into the foyer and living room, each of them gripping plastic party cups and rocking to the beat of the techno song that blares over Phillip Anderson’s three-thousand-dollar sound system. The lights have been dimmed, and Cooper can just barely make out their faces enough to be able to tell that they are mostly- if not all- underage.
Cooper begins to walk forward, dropping his suitcase by the stairs before weaving his way into the throng of teenagers. He notices the garbage on the floor just as he steps on a styrofoam bowl of dip, and he feels his blood begin to boil when he realizes that he’s gotten spicy ranch on the heels of his boots.
Blaine is dead, he thinks. And, as he surveys the damage around himself- stained lampshades and wasted teenagers and a huge rip in their mother’s curtains- he decides that he might as well buy a cemetery plot for himself, while he’s at it.
(Source: orestespining)
hitchhikersguidetoblainesanus:
there are like a thousand words of unfinished cooplaine schoolshower!sex under the cut
“Mind if I join you?” a voice asks from somewhere behind Blaine, startling him. He turns, only to see Cooper standing in front of a row of lockers, wearing his leather jacket and a smug smile. The grin is wide and predatory, showing all of his teeth, and Blaine feels a shiver run down his spine despite the steam of the shower.
(Source: orestespining)
‘your hands cold as they find my neck’ (cooper/blaine) nc-17
hitchhikersguidetoblainesanus:
warnings: incest, angst
word count: 1,655
title taken from “liar” by mumford and sons
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It has been a year since he kissed his brother in the McKinley High auditorium, and Blaine finds himself stumbling into a crowded L.A. nightclub with only a few dollars and his fake I.D.
Already slightly tipsy from the shots he did at the bar beside of his motel, Blaine has to blink a few times and concentrate before he can manage to answer to bouncer at the door who asks him for identification. He hands over the card without hesitation, huffing out a sharp sigh of relief when the man hands it back and tells him to enjoy his evening. Blaine only nods in response before heading into the club.
The room is smoky, the flashing lights tinting the haze with a dozen different hues. Blaine looks around himself through slightly bleary eyes, swallowing self-consciously when he realizes that he’s still wearing the outfit from his graduation party. The people around him don’t seem to take notice, however, too focused on grinding against one another on the dance floor and doing even worse things in the darkest corner of the room.
(Source: orestespining)
Sooo … I came across this fic while trolling tags. This is a fic with Klaine and SeBlaine in it. It’s Klaine end game, but SeBlaine in between. As a multi-shipper, I think this is a pretty damn good read.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/450186?view_adult=true
‘counting your face among the living’ (cooper/blaine) pg-13
hitchhikersguidetoblainesanus:
part 3 (final part) of the ‘Sleeping With Ghosts’ series
warnings: incest, mentions of suicide/possible triggers
word count: 3,242
(a/n: i’d listen to this while you read)
title taken from my chemical romance’s “early sunsets over monroeville”
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They spend the entire night on the roof.
Talking, mostly. But, every few minutes, Blaine will cut off his brother’s words by edging forward and kissing him, relishing the heat that flares in his stomach; heat that makes him feel almost alive, an all-consuming warmth that spreads all the way to the tips of his toes.
When the sun begins to rise, Cooper throws an arm over Blaine’s shoulders and pulls him close to his side, turning to press a kiss to the top of his head. Blaine can’t help but shiver at the sensation, a tremor making its way up his spine as he closes his eyes and leans into his brother’s body.
“Good morning,” Cooper murmurs to him.
Blaine smiles.
You can’t just end it there!!!!!! My heart!
(Source: orestespining)
hitchhikersguidetoblainesanus:
there are 800 words of cooplaine/wincest under the cut
“I see the way you look at him.”
(Source: orestespining)
‘only one i ever want’ (cooper/blaine) nc-17
hitchhikersguidetoblainesanus:
warnings: incest, handjobs, possessive!cooper
word count: 3,069
a lot of people prompted:
stripper!cooper
(a/n: this is dedicated to the 79-year-old grandmother who is apparently my biggest fan and also reminded me to write cooper as a stripper)
title taken from franz ferdinand’s “michael”
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“Dude, you know what Coop said. No touching the kid.”
“I know, but…damn, he’s just so-“
“‘Just so’ what, Tony?” Cooper asks as he walks into the backstage dressing room, one eyebrow raised. He not-so-subtly adjusts himself, pulling a wad of bills from the front of his thong and slapping them down on a side table. Standing to full height, he purses his lips at the shorter man, who in turn holds out a palm in surrender.
“Whoa, whoa,” Tony says, subdued panic in his eyes. “I wasn’t saying that…I didn’t mean…I just thought-“
Cooper cuts him off by flashing a quick smile and waving a hand, feeling his momentary anger toward his friend subside. “It’s fine, T. Just don’t act on any of those ‘thoughts’, and we’ll be okay.”
Nodding, Tony exhales sharply, slapping his palms against his bare thighs. “Will do, Chief.” He pauses momentarily, seeming to eye the money that Cooper has placed on the table. “Good night?”
This seriously needs a sequel.
(Source: orestespining)
