king of the u n i v e r s e

[frenchbastian-blog]

hey friends. i know i’ve completely dropped the ball on this account and basically everything rp-related. but now i’m working 20+ hours a week, 2 jobs, 16 credit hours, i’ve got 3 leadership positions in orgs, a boy thing, a gr8 social life, and i essentially sleep 2-4 hours a night as of late. so school hit me like a ton of bricks and while i’m really loving it, i have negative free time. i’m sorry i haven’t made a post before -- i really, really have no time. i only have 2 weeks of christmas break this year due to timing so i might be back for a bit during then, but then i head off to cuba and will have absolutely no access to internet. i love you all dearly, but i am going to have to put this account officially on hiatus.

[frenchbastian-blog]

please please please anyone in paris please stay safe please please please

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    alright i’m honestly just lowkey in complete amazement to have reached 100 followers, let alone make it up to 110 like i have like…davina is 100% mine. she is my daughter. and even though i haven’t been able to write over here as much as i’d like to i still have 100+ people INTERESTED IN HER. LIKE??? THAT’s fucking crazy to me tbh. i was actually so scared to make davina, and i didn’t know if anyone would like her. but i’ve felt so welcomed with her and it means more to me than any of you will ever understand.

    anyways, this is my follow forever for some of my favorite blogs. some follow me back, some don’t. these are basically all just blogs that i’m constantly making hearteyes at !!

@gunsandhoods // @ofsentencefragments // @nevergiivesup // @materiokinetic // @givenpurpose // @awesomegaydar // @pleasedontsing // @fangedbarbie // @capedlegend // @championofthegods // @spellahxolic // @spoileralxrt // @confcdere // @lovedharder // @lazaruscomplex // @hxwlett // @zctanna // @simpletonwithashield // @heroforhollywood // @fiveyearsalone // @oliverqxeen // @alsahcr // @brookesmxrt // @broodingbird // @chasingjustiice // @canarycriies // @greenberged // @lantcrn // @littlemikaelson // @frenchbastian // @altruistheart // @nxsaint // @vitess // @guiltist // @offorensiics // @ofblankexpressions // @minacixus // @tigressb07 // @deshibcsara // @bluewiinged // @ttiitaniium // @ofresurrection // @antiiheroics // @remainunavenged // @youngbutgood // @yellowiinged // @seriadux // @abamentia // @darkinherheart // @saralaxce

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You throw your head back laughing like a little kid, I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did, I’ve been spending the last eight months, Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end, But on a Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again . 

[hellanerd]

[frenchbastian-blog]

( blainewarbleson );

              ❛     you can’t actually be serious, right now. we’re not doing that.    ❜

              ❛     what, are you SCARED?     ❜

[frenchbastian-blog]

( ofthnetos );

( text; bastian ) i’m still not sure why i like you ( text; bastian ) or why i spend time with you ( text; bastian ) … ( text; bastian ) if you make any more whistle jokes, i’m making myself off-limits to you

( text ↪ hottie with a body  ) ⦚ because i’m fantastic and make your life fun? ( text ↪ hottie with a body  ) ⦚ whoa there, don’t start making rash decisions there ( text ↪ hottie with a body  ) ⦚ let’s keep our heads ( text ↪ hottie with a body  ) ⦚ or give each other head

[frenchbastian-blog]

Where are your rules?

They’re the third crown link on my page!

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ofthnetos replied to your photoset “I was Glinda for Halloween and let me tell you: I am horrid at...” 

yer a cutie

but u

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ii.

[frenchbastian-blog]

( altruistheart );

Blaine grabs Sebastian’s wrists, pulling up the hands from his ass and slotting them firmly back down underneath the material. Much better, much closer. He wants more, he wants both of them naked, legs in uncomfortable positions, his boyfriend in places he’s only imagined. It edges him further and encourages nothing but rather messy movements, a familiar coil of heat burning in the backs of his thighs all the way up into his stomach.

Sebastian’s hesitant to relinquish control of his own hands, still worried that Blaine would tie them behind his back and he would be denied what he so desperately wanted. Blaine’s guiding hands dismiss the thought from his mind, however; it’s not as if he can really think while touching Blaine’s bare skin anyway. He’s grabbing, pulling, biting, trying desperately to get more and he can’t even be bothered that it’s sloppy and messy and not at all what he had imagined — it’s perfect. He slides his hands out of his boxers to grip his thighs and lifts him up, pressing him hard into the wall across from them and pinning him there, continuing his ministrations on his neck.

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[frenchbastian-blog]

( altruistheart );

There’s no encouragement needed, as much as Blaine thinks that’s what the assisting hands are doing as they push him down ( hard ), because this is just as much built up for him as it had been for Sebastian. Perhaps not in a physical way, but the smaller things he’d learned to love over the last couple of months as well as the obvious attraction had pushed it here, forced him to move it to the next step. He wants to devour every part of the man underneath, a want to explore every inch of skin from the bottom to the top, work out whether or not those freckles extended down ( how far down? ) or if there were any marks. There’s not enough time to answer the questions, and Blaine knows that given all the time in the world unrevealing the enigma that is Sebastian Smythe would be impossible, but at least he can start with crossing off whether or not he’s a good kisser. Blaine notes to mark down exceptional right next to the giant tick of approval. 

Snaking two hands between them, Blaine undoes the button on his boyfriend’s pants, hoping to relieve some of the tension. Though he’s sure the tight confines of his pants are going to help build, the aftermath is going to prove less pleasurable. But with Seb’s underwear exposed ( at least enough for show Blaine what he wants to see ), his actions resume, hard timed grinds from his lower half. Slotting them together briefly before edging away.

Sebastian groaned into Blaine’s mouth as his hands worked his zipper, eternally grateful for the release of pressure. He was still mystified with the shocks that ran down his spine every time Blaine touched him anywhere, setting him afire and completely engulfing him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced with anyone, something more than just alcohol behind their kisses and something much deeper than desire beneath their touches. They had history, they had tension, they had emotions, and now they had each other.

His head tilts back as Blaine grinds against him, a low moan reverberating off the walls as Sebastian gripped him harder, rolling his hips up to meet his boyfriend’s. He grabbed at him, desperately trying to pull him closer and get more even though Blaine was, quite literally, sitting on top of him. He needed more. He was always going to need more.

[frenchbastian-blog]

I was Glinda for Halloween and let me tell you: I am horrid at crafting. But I am also a precious cupcake.

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ii.

[frenchbastian-blog]

( altruistheart );

Even throughout all the mental preparation, Blaine had never been prepared to feel so consumed. The second that the cuffs had came off there were hands everywhere, over his underwear, in his hair, Blaine’s not even sure what’s really happening any more ( but fails to admit that out loud, instead just moving with the disorganized flow ). His own arms stay firmly around Sebastian’s neck, opting to hold him close to just enjoy it, they were together now, and that meant a lot more of it. A lot, lot more.

Pulling away for only a second, Blaine lifts the leg situated in between Sebastian’s legs and pulls it over so that he’s straddled “It’s easier this way —-” He explains, his hips resting firmly on the tops of his thighs. He hadn’t really dry humped anyone since he was fifteen and even then he’s positive that didn’t count, so it was about to get a lot more interesting.

Sebastian’s brain short-circuits a bit as Blaine straddles him, his brain still trying to play catch-up from the fact that Blaine was kissing him back. He just nodded in response to his explanation, wondering if Blaine realized that if he told him to go rob a bank right now in order to get off, he would’ve complied. It had been so long without sex; he didn’t even want to think about how long it had been since he had gotten off without his own hand trying to prove something to both Blaine and himself. That mixed with the sexual tension that had been mounting since the day Sebastian walked through the door of their apartment made for a tightly wound Sebastian that was finally unraveling with the only person he had ever really wanted.

He made his way down his neck, leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses with the shocking realization that he would be able to do this as much as he wanted now. He had a boyfriend. It still hadn’t fully hit him yet ( not much had in this state ) but somewhere he realized that this meant he would be able to do this with Blaine for an indefinite amount of time. He ran his hands down his sides, finally settling on his ass and pulling him forward, grinding up against Blaine’s hips and biting down on his neck.

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iii.

[frenchbastian-blog]

( altruistheart );

Blaine skirts around the Warblers, the place opening up in the centre, it’s position directly opposite of Sebastian though their sound emanates in perfect harmony in a surround sound just a split second away from his ear. The scene is analysed ( cautiously ), the Captain confidently allowing eye contact as the tension slowly mounts in the practise room as the other sings, the voice sending chills up and down his blazer clad arms.

           He joins in second verse, voice deep and body swaying lightly in time with the guys behind him.

               ♫  You know our love would be tragic                             So you don’t pay it, don’t pay it no mind  ♫

Sebastian’s got his trademark devil-may-care smirk on his lips as he sings, thankful the boys caught on quickly. His grin only widens as Blaine starts singing, slowly starting to stalk towards him as he sang.  

                      ♫   We live with no lies, hey hey.                                       You’re my favorite kind of night.     ♫

Another smirk, his chin tilting up as he circled Blaine, singing the chorus in harmony and running his hand along Blaine’s shoulders, eyeing him intensely. He assumed the judges at Sectionals were going to be homophobic ( it was Ohio, after all ), but man is he going to have a hard time not looking at Blaine like he’s undressing him with his eyes at ALL times. Especially when he totally always was.

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ii.

[frenchbastian-blog]

( altruistheart );

He smiles, wide, beyond elated. He’s lost in it for a moment, like an out of body experience that smacks him right back down to reality as soon as he wonders why on earth Sebastian hadn’t bothered to touch him. With hands still tied, Blaine throws himself off to grab the loose cloth on the floor with the key inside “Oh shoot, I’m so sorry Seb I completely forgot —” Grabbing at it through the robe material, it gets wiggled out of the pocket and with a few clumsy grabs to stop it falling to the floor, Blaine returns triumphant with it clutched in one hand “Here let me just” He pushes at the man’s shoulders so that he’s leaning forward, unlocking the handcuffs in one swift click.

Sebastian tilts his head back, finally relaxing against the constraints as he hears Blaine rustling around for the key. Blaine had no idea what he’s getting himself into — Sebastian’s like a wound top, his stomach a pit of anxiousness that’s threatening to explode the second the cuffs come off. He hears the click and all but slices his hands trying to shake them off, his hands grabbing Blaine’s curls and pulling them down towards him and connects their lips, his entire body lighting on fire— the only thing Sebastian’s wanted since he was 17. Sebastian’s not even in control of himself anymore, his hands wandering everywhere across Blaine’s body, finally having permission to touch without bartering beforehand, without restraints. His hands are in his hair, cupping his cheeks, wandering over his back, his thighs, pulling him more fully onto Sebastian by his ass and grinding against him. He refuses to stop kissing him, making up for five years of lost time with bites and tongue and the noises that tumble from his mouth into Blaine’s that he wasn’t even completely sure he knew he could make. His entire body is overloaded with sensation and he absent-mindedly realizes that he’ll never have to take drugs again because this is so much better.

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i.

[frenchbastian-blog]

( altruistheart );

“I also work a dead end job, I’m at that stage of life where I’m not even just chubby any more I’m fat, I barely have any time  to do anything other than work and sleep, my fiancé left me for another guy that he won’t talk to me about, I don’t have any friends, so I’m a social recluse, and my inability to leave things alone means that I’m far too clingy for any guy to want. You might think you’d want me Sebastian but if you woke up next to a guy like me you’d be trying to get out faster than you got in, and you can deny it to make me feel better or whatever but you know it’s true” Blaine’s not stupid, he doesn’t need to be mollycoddled with lies in order to feel better about himself ( there’s far too much animosity for that ). Sebastian probably spent his life running away from ‘can I have your number’ questions or ‘do you want some breakfast’, the exact things Blaine would ask. 

In fact Blaine’s sure he’d wake up early just to make sure no sneaking out would be easily achieved, he’d already have breakfast cooked, there’d be no choice. A one night stand drawn out from pity, Blaine doesn’t know what’s worse.

Sebastian recoils a little bit, unused to Blaine’s sharp anger — he had never really seen this side of him ever. His hand retracts back into his own lap, trying to think and collect his thoughts before saying them ( a difficult task for someone like Sebastian ). His heart sinks to his feet at the realization that Blaine wasn’t doing nearly as well as Sebastian made him out to be in his head. Success and happiness were inevitable for Blaine in his mind, and the contrasting reality made his head spin. Blaine was wearing his heart on his sleeve and showing him the real side of the bright smile he always wore, and Sebastian was terrified he was going to mess it all up. Again.

“Blaine, you know me. Maybe not all that well, especially now since it’s been so long since you’ve seen me, but still probably you know me better than anyone else. And you know how brutally honest I can be. I don’t believe in beating around the bush or sugar-coating things — I tell people what they need to know and I don’t apologize for it because I know I’m probably the only person that’s ever going to speak the truth anymore in this messed up world. So let me tell you this: I’m going to find Kurt and I’m going to kill him for what he’s done to you. There’s no objecting here because we all know it needs to happen.” Sebastian’s voice goes dangerously low, anger flickering behind his eyes. Precious Moments should be lucky New York is huge because that is the only thing stopping Sebastian from snapping in half right now. But he’ll bide his time. He’ll do what he does best and emotionally and mentally destroy him rather than physically — Sebastian’s learned the former is far more effective when trying to ruin a person. He knows he’s supposed to have ‘turned over a new leaf’ or whatever, but old habits die hard and Sebastian was still prepared to kill for Blaine if need be.

“You’re just in transition mode right now, Blaine. Everyone has those periods. You just need to get back on your feet — which I’ll obviously help with — and you’ll be somewhere better in no time. But please don’t sell yourself short here. You’re gorgeous, and believe me, I’d be more than willing to show you just how much you are any day of the week. I think we can all come to the safe conclusion that Elf on the Shelf made the biggest mistake of his life by leaving you and that he deserves every feasibly horrible thing coming his way in life. He’ll get it, believe me. If not me then karma will eventually take him out. And, for the record, some guys really do like clingy. Not necessarily a bad thing. We’re going to get you back out there and you’re going to get ahold of your life again. Just call me your dubiously-certified life coach.” He gives him a half grin, sitting up a little straighter. “And, for the record, I think we all know if I was in your bed I’d be doing the very opposite of running away.”

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ii.

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frenchbastian:

( altruistheart );

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There’s a soft hum of approval as the reaction is exactly what he wanted, perhaps not expected - but the results were at their peak. Enough to entice him, enough to let Blaine just edge that much closer ( his chest barely touching Sebastian’s arm as his lower half lightly brushes against his leg ). Soft touches, always teasing but never close enough for it to please. With Sebastian’s body at his disposal though, it’s not that hard to withdraw it ( at least from Seb’s point of view ). Blaine’s having as much fun as he can, two hands through his own hair, neck pointed directly in line of sight with a fraction of sweat - easy enough to lick should the situation drive it. 

The lewd fantasies playing wild have him curling back in, breaking his own rules by searching for friction, some kind of end to whatever game neither of them were winning. When a choked moan tips unfavourably out of his throat, Blaine’s head jerks back forward, a pause in the motions while he tries to collect himself between Sebastian’s begging and the own white noise covering his skin. 

     “Bas — I want, I need” Blaine’s heart races, breath laboured as he finally sits down on Sebastian’s thigh and wraps two arms around his neck. He wants to ask, it’s pushing at the back of his mind, but there’s just something. Then Sebastian looks at him and it’s just that simple “Will you be my boyfriend? Please, I want you — all too myself, baby please” And the question is sealed with a gentle kiss to the underside of his ear. 

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Sebastian’s heart is in his throat, his entire skin on fire as Blaine moved against him, not nearly close enough and not nearly enough. He wants to devour Blaine, to run his hands and lips over his skin until he’s absolutely drowning in him and the line between where Sebastian’s body starts and Blaine’s ends is completely blurred. His entire body strains towards him, his back arching in a desperate attempt at getting closer to Blaine’s heat. He never thought — not in a million years — that he would be with Blaine like this, giving him the lap dance of the life time. Sure he had imagined it ( about a million times over ) but he had never thought that anything like this could happen. Would happen.

His mind is swimming with pleasure, trying desperately to break through the mantra of just Blaine Blaine Blaine that it’s chanting, but he hears Blaine loud and clear, moaning lowly just at the confession of Blaine needing him. He’s thrown in for a complete spin once he hears Blaine’s follow-up question, his lust-blown eyes blinking slowly at the 360º the conversation just turned. “Boy — the hell?” He asks, shaking his head and trying to think through the haze. “You want to — yes, yes you idiot of course I want to be yours are you crazy?” His words are breathy and quick, slurring together as his brain tries to catch up with the conversation. His neck tips to the side as Blaine kisses underneath his ear, fire spreading across his skin where his lips were. “I need you Blaine, just you just please — ” He trails off, choosing to opt for body language instead of words as he arches his back, trying to get closer to him.