Here are some things Percy loved about being in a relationship
with Annabeth: getting to see her angrily hit snooze on her alarm in the
morning, to then turn to Percy, snuggle against his chest and mumble
“just a little longer”. Exploring her skin with his fingertips, mapping
every dimple and stretch mark and imprinting it on his brain so he’d
never forget. Hearing the soft sounds she made when he kissed the spot
above her collarbone, and the not so soft ones when his lips went lower
The secrecy was exciting. He probably would have gotten sick of
it if it had lasted for long, but there was something thrilling about
knowing he was hers, and she was his, and this was only for them to
It didn’t take her long to figure it out, really. The minute
Percy took a second longer to answer why he was being weird, she knew.
She didn’t know how to react at first, but the minute Percy told her, “I
love her, Pipes,” she swore her lips were sealed. Percy told Annabeth
about it the same day, and it took some calming down, but she
Fic Rec: "On the Line" by Anon. Klaine sexting and phone sex fill.
Title:On the Line Author: Anonymous Rating: NC-17 Status: Complete! Summary: Before Kurt and Blaine ‘grant their hands visas south of the equator’, Kurt initiates the idea of the two of them being sexual in other ways. Warming up and getting a bit closer to the idea of sex; things like texting nude pictures, sexting, and eventually even masturbating over the phone together.
My Summary: So despite the blatantly sexual summary, this fic? Might just be the single most adorable thing ever.
Seriously, I cannot even. It’s not enough that this fill has to be smoking hot, filled with sexy anticipation, and very well-written; no, the author has to go and make it absolutely adorable as well. Honestly, Kurt and Blaine’s text message conversations are some of the cutest little exchanges I’ve ever read, and so incredibly in-character. It’s a sexy-adorable-cute-hot-fest, and I’m loving every second!
Also, the fact that the author has taken the time to really ease into the prompt is just the best thing ever. 'On the Line’ makes the idea of Kurt and Blaine exploring sex from a distance before they actually get physical with each other make perfect sense with their characterization and the material we get in canon. It’s just a delight to read; it doesn’t feel rushed or unrealistic, and I completely buy into the concept. It’s also frequently updated, and a wonderful light little read in general.
i have just thought of a request but Alfie and phone
sex?? Like obvs you need both hands in those days but maybe you could do it
where it’s more sexual talk than actions it ya get me?? With any of your o/c
characters?? Cool if not just an idea I came up with and liked x
You can have one hand free still Nonny. ;)
WARNINGS: Language, sexual content, NSFW, 18+
Alfie thread the long cord of the phone line through his large
hands as he listened to the ringing drone on and on. One hand reached up to loosen the buttons at
the top of his shirt, fingers absently scratching the lightly furred and
muscled expanse of exposed flesh. If
anyone asked why his heart was beating an thumping beat against his rib-cage
while he waited for Y/N to pick up, he’d blame it on the tavern food and cold
beer. Suddenly the ringing stopped and
he sat up straight on the hard mattress.
“Hello Y/N. How are ya love?”
Her voice purred over the line like desire could actually
travel across time and space and land with a burning fire in his gut. Sweet and thick her soft tones caressed his
ears and the weight of missing her settled as a hard lump in his chest. Alfie
leaned back against the brick wall and let her sultry tones wash over him,
fingers working through his beard. Half
listening as his mind wandered far afield to call forth an image of her sitting
behind the desk in his home office, phone cradled against her head and her feet
propped upon its polished surface. She
was wearing the silky floral dressing gown normally donned after a good hot
soak and his fingers could easily recall the soft material… and the feel of her
skin beneath. He pictured himself
seated across from her. Long limbs
revealed as the gown fall away at the knees and gave him a glimpse of pale
flesh. In his mind, her legs uncrossed
and crossed again, giving him a teasing display of the downy soft curls at the apex
of her thighs. Immediately his desire
stirred and lengthened until he was pitching a tent in his trousers unlike
anything since he was a horny lad.
“Where ya at love?”
She paused in the middle of her story concerning a foul up at the
bakery. “Where am I? At yer house silly.”
“I knows that, yeah. Fuck. Where at my house?”
“Where the phone is Alfie, honestly, are ya even listening?”
“So yer at my desk?”
An annoyed puff of air came over the line. “Yes of course. Alfie…”
“Ya wearing that pretty robe?
The one ya like after having a bath.”
A pause. “Alfie, how
did you know I had a bath? If ya got
someone watching me I swear Alfie Solomons.”
“So ya are wearing it then.
At my desk”
“Fuck Alfie, some days having a conversation with ya is
Alfie leaned further down the bed and smirked; the curse word
coming from her pretty little mouth he knew would be forming a pout making his
“Yeah sorry ‘bout that love.
Listen sweetie, ya get real comfortable there if ya like. Put yer feet up just like me, it’s okay
love.” No response. “Don’t worry none love, no one is watching …
ya just make yourself nice and relaxed and I’ll listen better.”
The silence stretched out and Alfie briefly wondered if he was
playing this wrong. Then her voice
came, that sweet and low tone that wrapped around his hardening dick and pulled
it to full mast.
“Alfie. Are you
picturing me naked at yer desk right now?”
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Dear customers and collaborators,
I am writing to you to provide some clarifications about the
news that has been released on the past day. I have seen your questions
and comments and I appreciate your concern.
My sous chef Percy Jackson and I were romantically involved
for a short period of time. This relationship started long after his
hiring, and therefore had no influence in his selection process. During
the time of our involvement, I strived to separate our personal lives
from our professional lives and be as critical of him in the kitchen as
usual. It is my hope that my judgement wasn’t clouded and that the
quality of the food remained up to Parthenon’s standards.
We have decided to terminate our relationship in favor of
avoiding conflict in our kitchen and with our team, who we cherish and
appreciate. The quality of our food and service are of utmost importance
to all of us at Parthenon.
Thank you all for reaching out to me and listening. I hope to see you dining with us soon.
Chef Annabeth Chase
That’s what the public statement that Annabeth released on her
website said. Percy, however, could only get through the first two
sentences without wanting to throw his phone against the wall.
Title: On the Line Author: Icedwhitemochas Word count: 11k Chapters: 1 Pairings: Kurt/Blaine Rating: NC-17 Summary: Prompt: “Kurt and Blaine discover the joys of sexting and phonesex in the week before they lose their virginities.”
Now I just have this image of Santana or Finn (or the entire Glee club) finding the dirty pictures Blaine sent Kurt.
i realize this isn’t a prompt, but i couldn’t help myself. XD
“Yo, Short Stack,” Santana called, and Blaine turned before he could stop himself. He’d been trying to make a habit of not responding to her insulting nicknames, but this was hardly the worst thing she’d called him, and sometimes Blaine kind of liked her. Sometimes Blaine kind of likes everybody, honestly. Even Finn, because sure, he’s kind of a dick, but he’s nice to Kurt and that’s more important, he thinks.
Santana caught up with him and gave him a sharp jab with her elbow.
“Congratulations on your dick, Ankles. I mean, that bubble butt is hard to miss, but I didn’t expect a fancy little hobbit like you to be so gifted everywhere. And I’m not easily impressed,” she said, her smile like the proverbial canary-eating cat.
Blaine froze. “I beg your pardon?”
“It’s cool,” Santana said. “It’s great that Hummel finally found somewhere to put it. It’s just a shame he deleted the pictures of himself – those pants of his are so tight that even I’ve thought about it once or twice.”
Blaine just gaped at her, and she handed him Kurt’s iPhone with a smirk. “Tell your boyfriend he should really be more careful about leaving his bag unattended during glee club.”
“Santana,” Blaine said pleadingly.
“Oh, lighten up, Warbler. I’m not going to tell anyone. I forwarded the best stuff to Britt, though. She loves man-on-man, and shockingly enough, it turns out you two qualify.”
Whisking gallons of double cream in a bowl as big as a baby elephant and lifting heavy machinery meant that my right bicep was soon much bigger than my left one. I mentioned this once to a colleague who replied, ‘Oh, that’s nothing. Just wait until your sleeve stops fitting on one arm and you have to buy a bigger size to accommodate it.’
This duo from Australia lefts our jaws agape when we encountered their intensely burning new single Keep Up the other day, and we were much gratified when we delved into the rest of MOZA’s Soundcloud, too. The Sydney pair offers up an exhilarating tidal wave of dramatically warbling bass and soulful alt pop on Keep Up, a gripping tour de force listen with explosive drops, if there ever was one. If Missio, Bryce Fox, and SAFIA were melted into one supergroup, the fire we’d get could possibly rival the spectacular conflagration found on Keep Up. For another taste of sonic excellence from this Sydney based indie electronic duo, stream last year’s debut single, On The Line, below.
god really though hamid is incapable of saying the phrase oh dear without sounding like a victorian era noblewoman about ready to make that fainting couch live up to it’s name and i think that’s beautiful
Just got back from Star Wars Episode IX: Rise of Skywalker and I’m having trouble articulating my feelings but, luckily, Dean and Cas talked about it in my fic On the Line, so I’m going to let them talk about what I thought:
i was tagged by @mynameisbluenotjane to share some of my wip and i thought that would be cute even though it’s no longer wednesday
here’s some of the next chapter of on the line ;)
On that day, he woke up alone. Annabeth had some errands to run for the restaurant after dinner service, so they each slept at their own apartments. He realized that, even alone in his bed, he could no longer sleep on her side.
He thought about it for the rest of the day, or at least until he went in for work. Past the doors of the Parthenon kitchen, he was in a feelings-free zone, which was a lot easier now that he had and effective outlet for those feelings. In the kitchen, she was Chef Chase, and he was her employee. Her words didn’t bear the sweetness they did when she was whispering in his ears, late at night where only he could hear. They were sharp, harsh, commanding, generally directed to a group of people from which he only stood out professionally.