So. Friends call me Krista.
What you will find on my blog is a mixture of all things Klaine and Sterek!
Klaine is one of my main OTPs and pretty much the only reason I still watch Glee. I'm pretty hardcore when it comes to them. No multishipper here! I meet the criteria for a Blaine stan, and if there is actually a way to make Darren Criss objectification a profession rather than a hobby, I will have found my life's calling. This is in no way intended as a slight to Chris Colfer, who grows more ethereally beautiful with each passing day. I am convinced he wants me dead, because it sure seems as though he is trying to kill me sometimes.
God, they're pretty...
Combine a sexy, brooding werewolf with a sarcastic hottie and you are speaking my kind of language. Derek can be my alpha any day he likes, okay? Seriously, just get in my bed, please and thank you. And I approve pretty hard of the amount of shirtless hot males on this show. Me freakin' gusta. Tyler Hoechlin is a yummy, adorable ray of sunshine. And don't get me started on Dylan O'Brien's lips unless you have that sort of time, because just damn, boy...
Hnngghhhh...
I spend a lot of time reading fan fiction. Probably far more than is good for me. I try to tag the ones I talk about or reblog with "ittlebitz recs fic." When one catches my particular fancy I tend to flail with a reaction post. Those will be tagged with "this has been an ittlebitz reaction post" for tracking or blacklist, whichever you might prefer. I also write a bit as well.
Currently writing: Hot Under My Skin
and
We Both found What We were Looking For, which is a GKM fill
My blog is primarily a Klaine and Sterek blog, but you will find other things along the way as well. If college football is in season Saturdays will have posts about my Crimson Tide interspersed along the way. You may find the occasional music spam as well as other things that interest me or catch my attention.
A threat to the pack forces Stiles and Derek into pretending to be mates, and it’s all fun and games until the line between pretend and reality blurs.
As they rounded the corner of the house into the backyard, Stiles skipped forward a few steps so he walked at Derek’s side. He put on his acting hat, as it were, and slipped his hand into Derek’s. Derek looked at him, faintly surprised, but his fingers tightened around Stiles’, reassuringly warm.
Behind them, Scott made a gagging noise, and Stiles cast him a glare over his shoulder. “Cut that out,” he scolded. “We’re a family.” For some reason, the words made Derek tighten his grip on Stiles’ hand, but Stiles kept his glare focused on Scott.
“You’re not my real mom,” Scott muttered, avoiding his eyes while Allison giggled. Stiles grinned and turned to meet the new pack.
Sweet Jesus, new grimm fic…
luckyjak requested a Star Wars AU, where Blaine is a Force sensitive sex slave and Kurt is a chaste Jedi who rescues him. D/S relationship with some BDSM elements (whipping). Set during the Old Republic time, not the original trilogy era. This was so much fun to write.
“I can’t thank you enough,” is the first thing that Blaine says to him when they exit the council chambers on Tython. “I—I don’t know how to—”
Kurt adjusts his hood around his neck and stops, nodding to a passing trainer and guiding Blaine through the crowd to the shuttle bay where Kurt’s ship is docked. A maintenance droid chirps the usual confirmations about the ship being ready and cleared for take off. He waits until they’re safely inside the slightly cramped, slightly run-down ship before answering.
“I won’t pretend that I wasn’t concerned they might reject you because of your age,” Kurt says, trying to sound gentle. He is aware that most of the time he just comes off as cool, and Blaine is nervous enough as it is. “But these are trying times; the Republic needs every able Jedi that it can find and train.”
They’ve been traveling together for weeks; Kurt hasn’t been training him, really, just giving him general background knowledge and occasionally allowing him to ask questions and receive answers. He hadn’t been prepared for anything more. To that end, neither had Kurt; the last thing he’d expected from his mission on Nar Shaddaa had been to return with a battered, young, Force-sensitive sex slave in tow.
filing under things I had no idea I desperately needed until now
So I was just minding my business, cruising through Sterek fics on AO3, and I found this little gem:
And let me just tell you.
Jesus Fuckin’ Christ
Let’s just say this gif is completely accurate because I feel quite certain my boner smacked me right in the face.
This fic is glorious and ohmigodsomeoneholdme HOT! It all starts when Allison gets pregnant and makes Scott wear an Empathy Belly. *gigglesnort* He goes to Stiles and Derek’s place to take it off while he goes shopping because it’s driving him insane. And Stiles being Stiles, he has to try the thing on. So he is wearing it in all its glory when Derek gets home, and he can tell that his beloved mate is affected. So when Scott leaves, Stiles gets Derek to go out again as well so he can commence Operation Melt Derek’s Brain. When Derek gets back, sexy times occur.
And I approve so hard.
Scorchingly hot (and wolfed out) sex, a/b/o elements, dirty talk, knotting…seriously, my birthday was last week, you shouldn’t have. Please and thank you.
So yeah, this one makes the instant download list. Highly recommend. Now please pardon me while I make an effort to gather what’s left of my brain and attempt to somewhat function.
20 Year Old Lover, prompt #30
because this gif is basically kurt in the mornings after blaine is done with him, and then next to it is kurt at work. warnings for consensual somnophilia. NC-17.(au in which blaine is twenty years older than kurt, but there’s no actual mentions of it in this one if age dif is not your thing and you want to read it as just pwp.)
Waking comes slowly; his brain getting quietly aware of something feeling pleasant. Kurt hums to himself, eyes blinking before he sighs and closes them again. The feeling comes again and Kurt furrows his brows, letting out a little happy-confused noise that quickly turns into a moan.
He turns to bury his face in the pillow and arches his back, just as he realizes exactly what is feeling so nice and he opens his eyes, looking over his shoulder where Blaine is smiling down at him.
“Morning, sleepy-head,” Blaine leans down to whisper in his ear, adding another finger next to the two first ones before pushing them inside Kurt.
Okay, here it is! I’ll probably edit the crap out of it tomorrow but I figured I could do my part for recovery by posting some porn! So here’s the blow job in Blaine’s office that is referenced in EF and other places. I hope it helps. :)
LILI.
Title: Load the Dice
Series: Klaine Games
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Klaine, brief mentions of previous non-Klaine relationships
Word Count: ~6600
Warnings/Kinks: D/s; dirty talk; spanking; rimming; body worship; mentions of multiple kinks such as humiliation, comeplay, public sex, voyeurism, non-monogamous sexual relationship, orgasm denial, overstimulation, sexual beating, marking; mentions of a previous unpleasant sexual encounter; semi-anonymous sex; blindfolding. I think that’s it!?
Summary: “Everything’s a game of chance,” Santana says, “unless you load the dice.”A/N: Stuts and I talked about Klaine meeting through party games. So she’s writing hers, and I wrote mine, and I guess that means there’s a series of Klaine Games fics.
Thank you to Irina for making sure Kurt didn’t kiss Blaine’s cheese.
Enjoy.
riAH
JESUS
FUCKING
CHRIST
I am DEAD. Dead, do you understand? How the everlasting fuck am I going to make it through the rest of the work afternoon after reading that? Serves me right, I should have waited but I decided to treat myself and I just…
You are PERFECTION. ILUSFM
20 Year Old Lover, prompt #28: Kurt gets distracted at work gazing at Blaine’s butt.
(pre-relationship)
“You’re doing it again.”
“What?” Kurt startles, looking up at Daphne.
“You were staring,” she says slowly.
“No, I wasn’t. Staring at what?” Kurt reaches forward, trying to grab anything on the desk that will make him look busy.
“You were leaning forward so much you practically fell out of your chair in your desperation to get another glimpse of Mr Anderson’s ass before he disappeared from your view.”
The Long Ass Chapter is finished! I’m sorry to take forever. My stupid laptop died twice while I was trying to format it.
Tomorrow I’ll clean it all up and get it posted in all the places!
My sweet lord, Lili…
Okay. So, I admit it. I totally have a fireman fetish.
So the idea of Derek Hale as a sexy fireman gives me tingles in all the right places. Mmmmmm. Yes, please.
Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain (thegloryof on tumblr) is one of those yummy fics that leave you feeling warm and satisfied. The characterizations are perfect, the story has all the right amounts of hilarity and utter adorable mixed with just a touch of angst for good measure, and the slow build is juuuuuust right. There is Stiles/Laura friendship that made me want to weep tears of joy. And did I mention Derek is a fireman? Because that is extremely important and relevant to my interests. Hnngghhhh…
“So, who’s Derek?”
Laura blinks up at him like the question throws her for a loop, shaking her head as she points her fork towards the chalkboard menu on the back wall. Sure enough, under the bold-faced Dessert: is the freshly scrawled offer of Fireman Derek’s Raspberry Pecan Pie.
“My brother,” she tells him after swallowing. “The one who followed me out here. He’s FDNY, works nights mostly, and when he gets bored or has down time or is feeling like a particularly prickly, people-hating asshole, he likes to bake.”
“That’s hot,” Stiles replies, because it is. It so is.
Can I get an amen??
Anyway, I really, really enjoyed this fic. It made my instant ePub download list, and I plan to check out the other stories the author has written. I am excite. So, fly, my pretties. Go check it out! Derek is a freakin’ fireman! Do you know just how many dirty jokes and fantasies I could toss in here just based on that premise alone?
But seriously, go read and enjoy. I sure did.
A little bit of H/C of the D/S variety. Post 4x18. No sex. Just comfort. :)
The first thing Kurt notices is the smile. It’s—well, it’s blinding and beautiful in the way that Blaine’s smiles always are. Kurt has always envied him the ability to just beam that way, to broadcast his emotions to the world so effortlessly. Most of the time Kurt hides his own smiles behind a hand, or angles his face away or down when they come unbidden, because he feels self-conscious about any display of emotion, because he’s been closed off for so long that he doesn’t know just how much of himself he wants to share.
The smile this time is—too wide, too constant. It’s hiding something. No matter how many times Blaine says that he’s fine, he’s okay, he’s been talking to a counselor every day at school and really, it’s fine, it wasn’t even a real shooter, it was just a gun going off accidentally, and no one was even remotely hurt, and he’s absolutely, completely fine, Kurt knows that he isn’t.
My love for missbeizy continues to grow at a dizzying rate…
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