Fighter planes AUpterawatersJune 13 2011, 15:40:15 UTC
Slight disclaimer: the facts here are poorly (not at all) researched and probably wrong.
"Doin' good back there, Puckerman?" Kurt asked his gunner as he straightened out of a dive and began to climb again.
"Bring it!" Puck shouted over his shoulder, even though he was supposed to be wearing his mask and using the com.
Shrugging, Kurt eyed up the battle and cried, "Rolling Stone, Puck! In three...two...one!" Kurt dropped down between enemy fighters and came along side them, rolling as Puck howled and held down the triggers, tearing the other planes to shreds.
Once they were through and Kurt steadied out, he called, "Damage report?"
"Still flying true, Hummel," Puck replied back with a laugh before yelling, "Uh! Take it! Missile away!"
Another enemy fighter fell out of the sky behind them and Kurt climbed again, turning to survey the battle before rolling into an evasive dive. He doubted he would ever tell his partner how much he loved hearing Puck scream, "Whoooo-hoooooo!" as they owned the sky.
“The Astronomy Tower? Really, Noah? I tell you that I’ll have sex with you anywhere you want and you choose the Astronomy Tower?”
Puck grinned wolfishly, “C’me on, babe, it’s tradition for every sexually active witch or wizard to get their rocks off in the Astronomy Tower at least once.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow in clear disbelief, “You’ve never had sex here?”
“Of course, I have.” Puck snorted, “I’m a sex-shark.”
Kurt threw up his hands in exasperation, “You’re unbelievable!”
“I usually get that after the sex is over.” Puck’s grin widened at Kurt’s increasing annoyance, his boyfriend made it too easy sometimes.
“So this is for me?” Kurt said after he got his aggravation under control. “What makes you think I want to be like every other student in this school? Do you have any idea of how many semen stains are probably on this couch?”
“I already Scourgify-ed it, babe. Come on, Kurt, you
( ... )
30 HP inspired drabbles--Astronomy Tower NC-17 Part 2/3eyesarmsloveJune 13 2011, 16:56:04 UTC
Kurt’s hands weren’t idle, however. He played with the hem of Puck’s T-shirt before trailing his nimble fingers under the fabric, scratching the outlines of Puck’s abs lightly with his nails. Puck groaned, the sounds and vibrations dancing on the skin of Kurt’s neck, making the countertenor shudder and redouble his efforts. His ministrations persisted as his hands made their way up Puck’s well-defined chest. He circled Puck’s pierced nipple with his thumb a couple of times, before pinching the nub and twisting.
Puck’s mouth detached from the spot where it was forming a hickey in the shape of a Snitch on Kurt’s neck when his head was thrown back in surprise and pleasure, screaming, “Kurt
( ... )
30 HP inspired drabbles--Astronomy Tower NC-17 Part 3/4eyesarmsloveJune 13 2011, 16:56:51 UTC
Puck was so startled by the volume and intensity of Kurt’s response, that all he could do was watch as Kurt moved off the couch and crawled on the floor, hands patting the ground in search of something.
“Aha!” Kurt crowed in victory, holding up the sought after item. Which happened to be Puck’s wand. Puck’s ten inch holly wand (dragon heartstring, thank you very much) that was currently making it’s way up Kurt’s ass.
Puck blinked owlishly as Kurt inserted the tip of his wand (not even metaphorically speaking!) into his hole. Kurt muttered something and shuddered. He then got to his knees in front of Puck and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down and freeing Puck’s straining erection. He then grabbed Puck’s wand again and pointed it Puck’s dick.
Puck yelped, “Jesus, Kurt. I’m sorry for forgetting the lube! Don’t hex off my junk, I won’t do it again, I swear!”
Kurt rolled his eyes and knocked Puck’s hands out of the way. “Lubrio,” he muttered and Puck gasped as a cold, wet sensation traveled down his engorged cock. Kurt threw
( ... )
30 HP inspired drabbles--Astronomy Tower NC-17 Part 4/4eyesarmsloveJune 13 2011, 16:57:11 UTC
Puck was nodding along, ready to sing-song “I told you so” when he heard footsteps echo up the entrance to the Tower. He traded a panicked look with Kurt before the door to the Observatory flew open.
“I’m telling you, I heard something!”
“Rachel, it’s probably some third years trading handjobs for the first time. We should let them be.”
“Blaine! That is completely against the Code of Non-Academic Conduct and as prefects, we are honor bound to award detention for being out of the dorms after hou-Oh my, God! Noah?! Kurt?!Kurt groaned in humiliation and buried his bright red face into Puck’s neck, shifting his lower body to conceal as much of his naked self as he could
( ... )
30 Blaine/Kurt Break-Ups, Featuring PuckpatchfireJune 13 2011, 18:06:43 UTC
"Just a few more minutes, Kurt."
Kurt sighed and laid back on his bed. "That's what you said 30 minutes ago, Blaine. We're going to miss the movie if we don't leave in the next 10 minutes."
"Go on downstairs, make sure Finn and Puck are ready, I'll come out to the car," Blaine suggested, still staring at the screen.
"Okay." Kurt closed his eyes briefly before getting off the bed and heading downstairs.
"Blaine says he's almost ready," he announced to the other two boys. "We're supposed to wait in the car."
"What's he doing?"
"Gambling. Again."
"He gambles online?" Puck asked. "He's not eighteen."
"He has about four or five different fake accounts," Kurt explained as they climbed into the Navigator.
"Is he addicted?"
Kurt furrowed his brow. "I don't know."
The next day, there's an email from Puck, with just a single link: Spot the Signs of Problem Gambling. His stomach rolls uncomfortably as he reads through the list. Blaine met every criteria
( ... )
Re: 30 Blaine/Kurt Break-Ups, Featuring Puckmrs_sakumaJune 13 2011, 18:08:58 UTC
okay, on the one hand i want to laugh that blaine didn't notice, but on the other i feel really bad that blaine is so deep into this crap. i hope he gets some helps.~
Re: 30 Touches - Holding On Until Morning (Light Pg-13 for gore.)keeper_of_starsJune 14 2011, 03:54:35 UTC
Thank you so, so much.
When I write, I try to make things and human and relatable as possible. I don't know if that's why you can relate so much. But that is a goal of mine. :)
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"Doin' good back there, Puckerman?" Kurt asked his gunner as he straightened out of a dive and began to climb again.
"Bring it!" Puck shouted over his shoulder, even though he was supposed to be wearing his mask and using the com.
Shrugging, Kurt eyed up the battle and cried, "Rolling Stone, Puck! In three...two...one!" Kurt dropped down between enemy fighters and came along side them, rolling as Puck howled and held down the triggers, tearing the other planes to shreds.
Once they were through and Kurt steadied out, he called, "Damage report?"
"Still flying true, Hummel," Puck replied back with a laugh before yelling, "Uh! Take it! Missile away!"
Another enemy fighter fell out of the sky behind them and Kurt climbed again, turning to survey the battle before rolling into an evasive dive. He doubted he would ever tell his partner how much he loved hearing Puck scream, "Whoooo-hoooooo!" as they owned the sky.
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(Puck was willing to change it to a “sex at historical places” thing if it would change Kurt’s mind)
lololol, I love this line. It's so Puck.
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“The Astronomy Tower? Really, Noah? I tell you that I’ll have sex with you anywhere you want and you choose the Astronomy Tower?”
Puck grinned wolfishly, “C’me on, babe, it’s tradition for every sexually active witch or wizard to get their rocks off in the Astronomy Tower at least once.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow in clear disbelief, “You’ve never had sex here?”
“Of course, I have.” Puck snorted, “I’m a sex-shark.”
Kurt threw up his hands in exasperation, “You’re unbelievable!”
“I usually get that after the sex is over.” Puck’s grin widened at Kurt’s increasing annoyance, his boyfriend made it too easy sometimes.
“So this is for me?” Kurt said after he got his aggravation under control. “What makes you think I want to be like every other student in this school? Do you have any idea of how many semen stains are probably on this couch?”
“I already Scourgify-ed it, babe. Come on, Kurt, you ( ... )
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Puck’s mouth detached from the spot where it was forming a hickey in the shape of a Snitch on Kurt’s neck when his head was thrown back in surprise and pleasure, screaming, “Kurt ( ... )
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“Aha!” Kurt crowed in victory, holding up the sought after item. Which happened to be Puck’s wand. Puck’s ten inch holly wand (dragon heartstring, thank you very much) that was currently making it’s way up Kurt’s ass.
Puck blinked owlishly as Kurt inserted the tip of his wand (not even metaphorically speaking!) into his hole. Kurt muttered something and shuddered. He then got to his knees in front of Puck and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down and freeing Puck’s straining erection. He then grabbed Puck’s wand again and pointed it Puck’s dick.
Puck yelped, “Jesus, Kurt. I’m sorry for forgetting the lube! Don’t hex off my junk, I won’t do it again, I swear!”
Kurt rolled his eyes and knocked Puck’s hands out of the way. “Lubrio,” he muttered and Puck gasped as a cold, wet sensation traveled down his engorged cock. Kurt threw ( ... )
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“I’m telling you, I heard something!”
“Rachel, it’s probably some third years trading handjobs for the first time. We should let them be.”
“Blaine! That is completely against the Code of Non-Academic Conduct and as prefects, we are honor bound to award detention for being out of the dorms after hou-Oh my, God! Noah?! Kurt?!Kurt groaned in humiliation and buried his bright red face into Puck’s neck, shifting his lower body to conceal as much of his naked self as he could ( ... )
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Kurt sighed and laid back on his bed. "That's what you said 30 minutes ago, Blaine. We're going to miss the movie if we don't leave in the next 10 minutes."
"Go on downstairs, make sure Finn and Puck are ready, I'll come out to the car," Blaine suggested, still staring at the screen.
"Okay." Kurt closed his eyes briefly before getting off the bed and heading downstairs.
"Blaine says he's almost ready," he announced to the other two boys. "We're supposed to wait in the car."
"What's he doing?"
"Gambling. Again."
"He gambles online?" Puck asked. "He's not eighteen."
"He has about four or five different fake accounts," Kurt explained as they climbed into the Navigator.
"Is he addicted?"
Kurt furrowed his brow. "I don't know."
The next day, there's an email from Puck, with just a single link: Spot the Signs of Problem Gambling. His stomach rolls uncomfortably as he reads through the list. Blaine met every criteria ( ... )
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This is so sad! Great job!
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He’d woken up drenched in sweat with Kurt shaking him, tears pouring down both their faces.
How is it that I always relate to your fics? Awesome job!
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When I write, I try to make things and human and relatable as possible. I don't know if that's why you can relate so much. But that is a goal of mine. :)
Thanks again!
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