Prompts, please

[wowbright]

I 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.]

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NC-17 voyeuristic smut for manderswish

[wowbright.livejournal.com]

Here you go. Smut, smut, smut. I was afraid to write Finn, since I've never written him before, but I guess you've got to start somewhere. Thanks for the prompt! It was fun. Oh, and this is, like three comments long, because apparently when I write smut I can write A LOT of it and FAST.

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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.
 

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Re: NC-17 voyeuristic smut for manderswish

[mander3-swish.livejournal.com]

LOVE IT SO FAR!!!!
Finn lurches lol'd at this because was it sue (or maybe santana) who called Finn "Lurch" in S1 (i think)