I'm sparrow, a 20-something year old from the UK - Hi!
I'm mostly in the Glee fandom but I'm always keen to branch out!
OTP(s): LoVe, Kurtbastian
Other Ships: Klaine, Johnlock
Oh I'm also a massive computer geek so that sort of stuff might slip in here now and again, sorry about that!
- … grinding up against the other
- … moaning the other’s name
- … stripping off
- … sexting
- … giving the other a strip tease
- … giving a lap dance
- … being drenched whilst wearing white
- … leaping into the other’s arms
- … confessing a fetish
- … pinning the other against a wall
- … trying to turn the other on
- … successfully turning the other on
- … turning the other off
- … tying up the other
- … spanking the other
- … having some “private time” and the other accidentally walking in
- … having a “friend” over and the other accidentally interrupting
- … flashing the other
- … having a wet dream and calling the other’s name during it
- … bending over seductively to pick something up for the other
- … leaving hickeys on the other’s neck
- … trying to play footsie with the other during a meeting
- … trying to go down on the other, under the table, during dinner
Easter sunday drabbles anyone?
Burt called the next morning. Kurt barely slept the night before, because after the novelty wore off the swelling settled in. His tongue felt like a foreign object in his mouth, and the ball of the barbell scraped lightly against the roof of his mouth every time his jaw clenched tight as he slept. Even if he hadn’t been given caution about what he could eat he wouldn’t feel much like doing it anyway. He couldn’t even use a straw. He settled in to make an extra-liquidy smoothie with some extra protein powder just as the phone rang.
"Ulloh?" Kurt said, shocked and appalled by the sound of his own voice around his monstrous tongue. "Dah?"
"What’s going on, are you sick?" Burt said. "Or are you talking to me while you’re brushing your teeth again, Kurt, I told you last time—"
"No, no, not bwushing," Kurt said, rolling his eyes, because there was something he hadn’t yet considered—brushing his teeth. "No, not thick."
"Then what it is, you get one of those tongue piercings?" Burt said, before laughing like he did when he found something he said himself especially funny. Kurt stayed silent. "Come on kid, you’re supposed to be laughing with me here."
"I haf to go," Kurt said, hanging up the phone. He wasn’t sure why—it wasn’t like his dad could do anything to him. Or would even care. Kurt hoped he wouldn’t care.
Kurt was attempting to slurp smoothie by spoonful minutes later when his phone began to buzz with text messages.
Blaine: Your dad called me.
Blaine: He asked me to tell him you hadn’t done something stupid like get a tongue piercing.
Blaine: I couldn’t tell him that because you HAD gotten a tongue piercing, so I asked if I could tell him something else instead.
Blaine: So he said, Well at least it’s removable. It’s not like he got a stupid misspelled tattoo or anything.
Blaine: I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO KURT I HATE LYING TO YOUR DAD
Blaine: I asked him about the game last night instead but there wasn’t a game last night Kurt
Blaine: I am the worst liar ever I am so sorry we will never be maniacal archvillains together
Kurt sighed, lowering his head to his hands. He was gonna have to call his dad back.
Right after he ate fifteen ice cubes.
#the greatest #i’ve got red in my ledger. i’d like to wipe it clean. #she manipulates people’s gendered expectations of her to extract information #she conducts interrogations by letting people think they’ve bested her #by letting men think they’ve bested her #because she’s small and fragile and female and she is emotional and easy to snap in half #and then she tears them apart #and it’s the greatest thing and you’re the greatest thing and i love you #get your own movie
My favorite part is how Phil’s not even slightly concerned. Not even a tiny bit tense. He’s just bopping there, waiting until she’s done. The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.
The sound of breaking bones is Natasha’s hold music.
SOMEONE HELP ME I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING
dontmockmyawkwardness prompted Kurt and Blaine going to watch one of Sebastian’s lacrosse matches.
One-shot from the ‘Pull the Blindfold down’ universe.
Warnings for D/s bondage and minor lacrosse related injuries.
“Excuse me, sorry, sorry, could we just-” Kurt and Blaine shuffled awkwardly down the bleacher, apologising as they crab-walked along the row until they reached the two empty spaces unhelpfully situated right in the middle of the bench. Kurt stared down despondently at the slick white plastic, the sheen of the morning’s fog still sticking to its surface. Why, why did watching sports always have to be like this?
“This is why you wore those jeans rather than the red chinos, remember.” Blaine commented softly, nudging his side with his elbow and grinning up at his boyfriend. Kurt gave a small chuckle, slipping an arm around Blaine’s waist and pulling him in for a quick hug before they both turned and sat (Kurt still perching gingerly on the edge of the bench). Yes he had picked out his five year old, intentionally distressed jeans for a reason this morning, but that still didn’t mean he liked treating any of his clothes to such blatant disrespect. The things he did for his boyfriends.
Sebastian paced up and down the living room, his lacrosse stick swishing left, right, left, right and the ball in it’s net thump, thump, thumping as he hooked it back and forth in front of his chest, speed increasing with each agitated step. Kurt sighed and paused the movie the three of them were supposed to be watching, Blaine curled up close into his side. “Sebastian, honey, why don’t you come back and join us?”
Sebastian twisted back towards his boyfriends looking confused, as if he hadn’t even realized what he was doing. “Oh, no, no I’m okay. I just want to get a bit more practice in before tomorrow’s game.” Kurt could see the tension creasing his forehead, little worry lines spiralling out from the corners of his eyes. Placing a quick peck on Blaine’s forehead he stood up, rolling his shoulders to ease the knots caused by Blaine using him as a pillow for the last forty five minutes. With three long strides he was across the room, hands coming up to gently grab hold of Sebastian’s lacrosse stick, looking his boyfriend in the eye as he said, very firmly. “You’ve practiced enough, you’re ready for tomorrow. It’s time for you to wind down.”