Prompts, please
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wowbrightI need to get my head out of my ass and write some fluffy drabble ficlets. (Someone just told me that drabble is supposed to be exactly 100 words, and all this time I just thought it meant "shortish fic without a plot.") Would anyone like to prompt? Must be Kurt/Blaine, Kurt or Blaine. Must be something that I can keep short since I have too much Real Work to do.
But I also feel compelled to say that I give no guarantees.
Because I'm kind of in a wishy-washy mood.
(Because aforementioned Real Work is not making me happy today.)
[Update: In order to force myself to keep these short, I am posting these as replies to the prompter in the comments section below. I am trying to keep these PG and PG-13, but if I get wild, I will post the rating at the top of the reply. If you think anything is improperly rated, please let me know. Also, FYI, I am doing these as freewriting exercises with no edits and spending less than an hour on each. Unless I am compelled to do research on, you know,ancient Hebrew love poems or something pretty much anything, or get distracted, or start to think too much, or get caught up in some scene and realize when an hour is up that I haven't even gotten to the prompt part yet. Then maybe I'll give myself a little slack.]
[Update 2: I plan to get to all of these eventually; feel free to continue prompting. I will close comments if it gets too much. I will try to get to them in the order of request, but if I get stuck on one I may move on to the next and go back later. This does not mean I have abandoned you! If there is something in a prompt that squicks me and I just can't do it, I'll let you know so you can prompt another. Oh, and keep in mind that I am writing these between other things, when I don't have a big enough block of time to work on larger projects or when I get stuck on the larger projects. Usually, when I have the blocks of time, the larger projects will take precedence.]
[Update 3 - Dec. 13: I posted an NC-17 drabble. All NC-17 and R drabbles are and will be appropriately labeled so you can easily skip them if you wish.]
But I also feel compelled to say that I give no guarantees.
Because I'm kind of in a wishy-washy mood.
(Because aforementioned Real Work is not making me happy today.)
[Update: In order to force myself to keep these short, I am posting these as replies to the prompter in the comments section below. I am trying to keep these PG and PG-13, but if I get wild, I will post the rating at the top of the reply. If you think anything is improperly rated, please let me know. Also, FYI, I am doing these as freewriting exercises with no edits and spending less than an hour on each. Unless I am compelled to do research on, you know,
[Update 2: I plan to get to all of these eventually; feel free to continue prompting. I will close comments if it gets too much. I will try to get to them in the order of request, but if I get stuck on one I may move on to the next and go back later. This does not mean I have abandoned you! If there is something in a prompt that squicks me and I just can't do it, I'll let you know so you can prompt another. Oh, and keep in mind that I am writing these between other things, when I don't have a big enough block of time to work on larger projects or when I get stuck on the larger projects. Usually, when I have the blocks of time, the larger projects will take precedence.]
[Update 3 - Dec. 13: I posted an NC-17 drabble. All NC-17 and R drabbles are and will be appropriately labeled so you can easily skip them if you wish.]
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Date: 2011-12-13 05:54 am (UTC)I've been on a voyeur!finn kick lately (as he tends to accidentally find them in 'compromising' situations...and has a deer in headlights thing going on) But it could be anyone who gets the free show.
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Date: 2011-12-13 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-12-13 06:12 am (UTC)accidentally turning very innocent prompts into smut in my head
ALL prompts default to smut in my head, usually. :P
NC-17 voyeuristic smut for manderswish
Date: 2011-12-13 06:09 pm (UTC)---------------------------------
One would think that the sudden outbreak of projectile vomiting that cancelled Finn's game would have curbed his appetite – but apparently not. When he opens the front door, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon and wonderful things he can't identify slaps him in the face like a welcome wake-up call. If he is going to end up sick, it whatever this is will taste better coming up than the chili dog he had earlier. He'd better balance things out.
And he's probably not going to get sick, anyway. It was pretty much the cheerleaders from the other team who were sick, and they probably had a coach like Sue Sylvester and puts them all on some cayenne-lemon-seneca-and-ipecac diet that sometimes backfires in the middle of games.
Finn pulls off his coat and smiled. It was nice having such a domestic, predictable brother, especially with their parents gone so much of the time. Yeah, Kurt pretends to be a rebel and maybe his clothing choices are a little unexpected. But that's just the surface. Underneath, Kurt is all routine. It's comforting for Finn to pretty much always know what to expect when he gets home, even without his mother there. The mail will be sorted neatly into piles by recipient on the foyer table, the kitchen will be clean, and there will be food on the stove or in the fridge, and –
"Fuckingshitcockmotherfuckingcocksuckerfuckingshit – "
Whoa. Is that Blaine? The voice is coming from the kitchen, a stream of expletives like Finn is pretty sure he has never heard before – not even when Puck tore his ACL freshman year – and certainly not from Blaine's mouth. He's not even sure he's ever heard Blaine say damn. Finn lurches toward the kitchen to see what's wrong and –
Oh.
Blaine is sitting on top of the kitchen island, head thrown back and – whoa – legs wrapped around Kurt's shoulders and –
Whoa.
This is the point when Finn should back to the door, put his coat on, and walk out very, very quietly. He tells his feet to take him there. He tells them again. But they won't move.
Because Kurt is licking Blaine's balls – hey, Rachel never does that for me – and while the stream of expletives leaving Blaine's mouth is impressive, what paralyzes Finn is the moan emanating from Kurt's throat. Like he's fucking enjoying this as much as Blaine is.
Yeah, Rachel definitely doesn't do that when she's down there.
CONTINUED BELOW
Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for manderswish
Date: 2011-12-13 07:54 pm (UTC)Finn lurches lol'd at this because was it sue (or maybe santana) who called Finn "Lurch" in S1 (i think)
NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - part 2
Date: 2011-12-13 06:11 pm (UTC)"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt rasps, and then his tongue – the entire fucking flat of his tongue – is running up the length of Blaine's cock and whoa, Finn's not usually one to compare and frankly he hasn't had that much opportunity to compare himself with the fully erect cocks of non-porn-stars but – if Kurt's into length and girth, he's lucky that Finn never returned his feelings because, yup, he got a better deal with Blaine. Only slightly better, but still –
Holy crap. Finn did not just think that.
Blaine's expletives get louder and louder before morphing into groans, loud and soft and keening and satisfied. Finn would think that Blaine had just come, except that nothing's spurted from Blaine's dick so, yeah, he can't have. It's like watching someone throw a log onto a fire and the log bursts into flame and you wonder for a moment why the whole world doesn't catch fire, but then the log settles into the mess of fuel and the fire is bigger now, a warmer and brighter, but it's not out of control.
And now Kurt is flicking the tip of his tongue around the head of Blaine's cock and humming with delight, and then he pulls his tongue away – substituting his fingertips for the moment – just long enough to groan, "You taste so fucking good, Blaine. I've been thinking about the way you taste all day" – and then his tongue is back on the tip, lapping at it greedily, and Blaine opens his eyes and looks down at Kurt and –
Oh my God. That look on Blaine's face is the same one that Blaine gives Kurt sometimes at dinner and Kurt says something witty and brilliant, or at glee club when Kurt sings, or sometimes for no reason at all while they are all sitting in front of the TV ostensibly watching football, and Blaine is supposed to like football, but Blaine spends half the time looking at Kurt with that look, the one that makes Finn feel like he should leave the room because there's something so vulnerable and private about it and Finn knows he doesn't look at Rachel like that in front of other people – at least he tries not to.
So, yeah, Finn should turn around and walk away now, but his feet still won't move, and he's glad he didn't turn on the living room light when he came in, and is standing in the shadows. Because watching your brother give his boyfriend a blowjob may be creepy and incredibly inappropriate, but watching your brother's boyfriend give your brother that look seems ten times the violation.
"God, Kurt, I love you," Blaine murmurs, and tenderly draws his fingers through Kurt's hair. And how can Blaine be so fucking gentle and affectionate when he's got a goddamn tongue on his dick?
Kurt smiles and leans his face up, wrapping his hand around Blaine's cock – damn, Kurt is like the best lover ever; there is never a break in touching Blaine's cock, whether it's tongue or fingers or palm or –
Finn is not thinking this.
Kurt and Blaine kiss, long and slow and luxurious. "I love you, too," Kurt says. "Let me show you how much."
And then Kurt is darting his mouth back down and – wow – sinks it over Blaine's cock, emitting the loudest and most wanton groan Finn thinks he has ever heard.
CONTINUED BELOW
NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-13 06:12 pm (UTC)"Oh, Kurtkurtkurtkurtkurt, I'm gonna, oh God Kurt, I'm gonna – "
And Finn waits for Kurt to pull off and replace his mouth with his hand, but Kurt's face is still down there, and his moaning and humming and goddamn whimpering are getting louder and even more eager. How is that fucking possible?
Blaine's whole body seizes up and – oh yeah, that's definitely – and Kurt is drawing him threw it, the sucking gentler but still steady, a heady thrum of pleasure emanating from his throat between swallows.
Swallows. He's swallowing. Fuck.
Blaine frames Kurt's face with his fingers, nudges Kurt gently away from his cock and toward his face, and Kurt is standing up now, kissing Blaine sloppily as Blaine wraps his legs around Kurt's hips. Kurt presses in and "mmmmmmmmmm" and the kissing becomes sloppier and more wanton and then Kurt is –
Oh my God. I'm watching my brother come.
And somehow, that is the magic thought that frees Finn's feet from the floor.
Kurt and Blaine have their arms wrapped around each other and are staring into each other's eyes, and God, Finn is lucky that they are such damn talkers, because all the "You're amazing"s and "God, I love you"s and "If this is what baking cookies leads to, we should do it every day"s are, he hopes, covering the sound of him sliding back toward the front door. Finn stands there until the sweet nothings meld into, "Well, the cookies have probably more than cooled off by now. Should we wash your hands and eat?"
He listens to them shuffle around the kitchen, the faucet turn on and off, the sound of chairs scooting across the floor.
"Wow, these are amazing," he hears Blaine say.
"It's the cardamom," Kurt says.
"You're a fucking genius."
"You've got the fucking part right. Not the genius. I just found the recipe."
"I swear, if I hadn't just come twice," – Finn can't have heard that right – "I'd come just from eating this."
"You are an insufferable romantic, Blaine Anderson."
It's probably safe now. As safe as it will be. Finn grabs the door handle, turns it, swings the door wide open, stomps twice, and slams the door shut.
"Anybody home?" he calls out.
Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-13 06:19 pm (UTC)Finn grabs the door handle, turns it, swings the door wide open, stomps twice, and slams the door shut.
"Anybody home?" he calls out.
I have seriously done this. LOL.
The real question is, did he eat the cookies?
Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-13 06:25 pm (UTC)Your cat one is going up later today, BTW.
Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-13 08:05 pm (UTC)2. I'm so making Cardamom Sugar Cookies!
3. I giggled and laughed my ass off! so much fun and soooo in character for Finn I think.
Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-13 08:15 pm (UTC)The cookies I was thinking of are actually oatmeal-chocolate chip with cardamom as the secret spice. The first time I had them, I could not shut up. (I talk a lot when I'm excited.) I think they've got cinnamon in them, too. But I would never say "no" to cardamom sugar cookies - or cardamom anything, really. I'm kind of Swedish that way.
(BTW, I just caught a typo - it was supposed to be "Why don't we wash our hands," not "your hands.")
Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-13 08:21 pm (UTC)Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-13 11:54 pm (UTC)Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-15 09:02 pm (UTC)Hot stuff!!! You quite killed me. So very well done!
Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for mander3_swish - Part 3
Date: 2011-12-15 09:19 pm (UTC)Thanks for your kind words, and feel free to prompt me on a little Klaine smut (or non-smut) of your own. (Guidelines in the entry above if you're curious.)