online Welcome to a blog for fans of the ship St. Hummel (Jesse St. James and Kurt Hummel). This is mainly a blog for those who ship them together as a couple. All people are welcome to follow even those who like the characters individually and those who love the actors who portray them. Please don't post things that puts down this ship. Just posts that are friendly towards St. Hummel. I will have a submit box for those who will like to submit graphics of either St. Hummel together or individually. Thank you! <3 -background image by jessestjames-ships-
I'm not sure who made this, but I wanted to reblog it because it is perfection. And I've been stalking reading these role play accounts for a while now. I'm so happy to see St. Hummel in a group. Even if it's not endgame, St. Hummel is always nice to see. Plus, these two players play their characters so well. Keep up the good work guys! :3
If you insist on tagging St. Hummel as a ship, there is a tag for it. The tag is St. Hummel rp. Please use it. The St. Hummel tag is dead enough. We don't need anymore advertisements in it. Also, if the endgame isn't St. Hummel or if it isn't an an option, don't tag it. There are some of us who track the St. Hummel tag. This has been a rant. Fyeahsthummel admin.
"Tell me what you want, Kurt." Jesse said, his voice low.
Kurt screwed his eyes shut tight and moaned in the back of his throat, trying to rock his hips and force Jesse's fingers deeper inside his body.
Jesse smirked and withdrew his fingers slightly, Kurt reaching down to grip at Jesse's wrist, his eyes pleading.
"Tell me what you want." Jesse repeated slowly.
"I....oh god, Jesse. I want you." Kurt panted, trying to move Jesse's hand with his, but Jesse was still and unrelenting.
He lowered his head and bit gently at Kurt's hipbone, causing Kurt to moan again and arch up off the bed. "Want me to what?" Jesse asked again.
Kurt furrowed his brows in frustration. He couldn't believe Jesse was actually doing this. Well, he could. He just didn't ~like it all that much.
"I....I want you....inside me." Kurt whimpered, doing his best to move himself on Jesse's fingers, which were now just out of reach.
Jesse shoved his fingers inside, waggling them, brushing against Kurt's prostate and making him let out a stream of garbled moans. "I am inside you, Kurt."
"No..." Kurt groaned, his eyes opening and staring at Jesse. Jesse, who's eyes were dark and his lips red and swollen from kissing Kurt. Jesse, who was now thrusting his fingers in and out rapidly, his other hand squeezing the base of Kurt's achingly hard dick. Jesse, who was demanding that Kurt tell him what he wanted.
"I...oh..." Kurt said, digging his heels into the bed and arching up again as Jesse's fingers hit that spot that made Kurt see stars.
"Say it." Jesse urged, his fingers going deeper and faster and harder, making it impossible for Kurt to even think straight.
"I...want...you...to..." Kurt stammered brokenly, gasping for breath and so very, very close to the edge.
"Say it." Jesse repeated, the words almost a growl, deep in his throat.
Kurt's head thrashed back and forth on the pillow, his moans taking on a pleading tone and still Jesse would not give him what he wanted. And Kurt knew that he wouldn't. Not until Kurt did what Jesse wanted.
His cheeks flushed scarlet, with a mixture of heat, desire and embarrassment, Kurt raised his head long enough to look at Jesse once more. Jesse licked his lips and nodded.
"Fuck me." Kurt said, watching as Jesse's eyes darkened even further and he quickly pulled out his fingers.
Before Kurt even had a chance to register the loss, Jesse was plunging his cock inside, gripping Kurt's hips almost painfully to angle him upwards to meet Jesse's thrusts.
"Do you have any idea..." Jesse asked, leaning over Kurt and dipping his head down to capture his lips in a kiss, "...how fucking sexy you sound, Kurt?"
Kurt closed his eyes tightly, and shook his head back and forth on the pillow, trying to get Jesse to kiss him again, anything to just....stop...talking. He had never been any good at this, and it embarrassed him to no end.
Kurt couldn't ever be sure if Jesse got off on the words, or Kurt's humiliation, or quite possibly, a combination of the two.
"Are you close, Kurt?" Jesse whispered, nipping at Kurt's earlobe, then licking a stripe down the side of his neck and mouthing Kurt's collarbone. "Tell me. Tell me how much you want to come with my cock in your ass."
Kurt whimpered, his dick hard and heavy against his stomach, leaving a glistening trail of precome as he thrust himself forward against Jesse.
Jesse slowed his movements, pulling out almost entirely, glancing down between them to watch as he slid slowly back inside, holding Kurt still with his hands on Kurt's hips. "No, you don't. I'm the one running this show, remember?"
"Jesse...please." Kurt whined. He was close, so very, very close.
In what seemed like one, suddenly fluid movement, Jesse had flipped them over and Kurt was now sitting astride Jesse, his cock still buried in Kurt's ass.
"Oh god." Kurt moaned, starting to rock his hips until Jesse slapped his ass.
"Tell me." he demanded, one hand reaching up to pinch Kurt's nipple and the other wrapping securely around the base of Kurt's dick and squeezing hard.
Kurt opened his eyes, looking down at Jesse with pleading eyes and somehow hating and loving, all at the same time, the smirk on Jesse's face. He had Kurt right where he wanted him and he fucking knew it.
"Jesse...oh, oh god...please." Kurt groaned, desperately trying to move himself on Jesse's dick and against his hand.
"Please what?" Jesse asked, stroking the length of Kurt's cock, pausing at the tip to run his thumb around the head, Kurt moaning deep in his throat as he did.
"I need....oh...fuck...Jesse...I need to come."
As soon as he said the words, Jesse's hands were on Kurt's hips again, only this time they weren't holding him in place. They were guiding his movements, hard and fast, up and down on Jesse's cock, Kurt now becoming more and more vocal, not knowing, not caring what he was saying. He just needed his release and he needed it now.
Kurt gasped and bucked hard against Jesse as he came, hot spurts streaking across Jesse's stomach.
Jesse's fingers gripped Kurt's hips even tighter now, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped marks on the pale skin there as Jesse arched his back once, then sat upwards on the bed, his hands sliding along Kurt's sweat-slicked back as he pulled him closer, cursing softly into Kurt's mouth as he came, too.
Dazed, sweaty and breathless, Jesse eventually flopped back down on the bed, one arm up over his head and the other swatting Kurt's ass playfully.
"Move, you."
Kurt scowled, but slowly raised himself up, allowing Jesse's cock to slide out of his ass and then positioned himself on his side, beneath Jesse's other arm. He traced idle patterns along Jesse's chest, ignoring the sticky mess he'd made on Jesse's stomach.
"See now? Wasn't that worth it?" Jesse smiled, his fingers tangling themselves into Kurt's hair.
"Maybe." Kurt responded quietly, almost dismissing Jesse's question altogether.
Jesse propped Kurt's chin up with a finger, "Maybe?" he asked, one eyebrow cocked in suspicion. "Oh, Kurt. Don't kid yourself. And please don't forget that I heard every delicious word you uttered while in the throes of passion."
"Shut up." Kurt mumbled, ducking his head and pressing his face into Jesse's side.
"Mmm, but you know I love it when you talk dirty, Kurt." Jesse laughed, then pulled harder at Kurt's hair when he felt Kurt's teeth graze his skin. "One of these times I might just record you and play it back for you to hear. You really do sound sexy. Especially when you forget yourself and just...give in."
"Oh, god no." Kurt said, snapping his head up and glaring at Jesse. "You wouldn't dare."
Jesse angled his head and smiled innocently. "You do realize who you're talking to? Of course I would. And in fact..." he said, his grin widening as he reached over towards the bedside table, "...I already have."
I'm going to start off St. Hummel week tonight at midnight. That means, it'll go from December 20 to December 26. That way a Christmas theme can be used for anything that those participating make for this week. I'm sorry that this is such short notice. I hope that we can get a lot of people joining in, and making things for St. Hummel. The tag is dead at this point. Mostly filled with role play tags, and nothing more. It'll be awesome to see graphics, fan fictions, music videos, or whatever you want in the tag. So if you have the time, please join us for St. Hummel week!
Should St. Hummel week be the end of this week into next, or Christmas week? I know it is late notice, but I got busy with my personal life. Is there anyone interested in a St. Hummel week? I was thinking that it can be a holiday theme one. Please message me or reply to this post with ideas.
Let's have a St. Hummel week before the year is over.
I really think that would be great. Message me if you'd be interested in having a week devoted to St. Hummel or reply to this post. We need more things in the tags besides role plays advertisements. Like more graphics, fan fictions, music, and anything else besides advertisements. What does everyone else think?
Synopsis: Jesse meets Kurt on a subway in New York and advises him on his NYADA audition choice… because who knows Sondheim better than Jesse St. James?
I said I would write it and write it I did.
Kurt isn’t concentrating as he sits on the busy New York subway. He’s relieved to have found a seat and up until now he’s been spared having to tolerate anyone sitting next to him, apart from the guy who smelled like Homeless Brent but looked like a business man, but he only stayed for a few stops. Having stuck himself in a window seat- not that there’s anything to look at- he’s been flicking through his sheet music for his upcoming NYADA audition and listening to Sondheim on repeat on his iPod so he barely notices when the carriage screeches to a halt again and is filled with people, vaguely realising that they must be getting closer to the heart of the city and closer to his stop. There’s a lot of shuffling going on as people try and to figure out where they’re going to sit and he is unsurprised to feel somebody sit next to him, jostling his arm a little and making him loose his grip on his pencil, which he is using to circle a particularly difficult run.
Biting his lip, he resists the urge to huff because really are manners that hard? Instead, he casts a scathing glance at the person behind him and freezes when he realises that they too are staring back at him with surprise.
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