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[rainebelowzero]

erg... may i request lame kurt who finds out his roomate is a nsfw influencer w/ a decent following, or him lowkey being a goon abt roomate!reader.. yea....

p.s., i always look forward to ur posts ur actually the goat!! if u have anons can i be 🦫 anon?

Kurt Kunkle x Male Streamer Reader

notes: Absolutely, you can be 🦫 anon, and thank you so much! I hope this is okay, I really wanted to finish it for Kurt's bday, so sorry if it's a little rushed😓

♡ Kurt being down bad, kinda solo? denial, exhibitionism, voyeurism (kind of), I switched between he/him and they/them for the reader I think ♡

Kurt was a simple man. He saw a hot dude who needed a roommate and he instantly jumped for it, since he had to move out of his mom's place. It was pretty convenient, and his roommate didn't mind being in his streams occasionally, so it was great for Kurt.

Kurt had a sneaking suspicion, though, that his roommate might have also been a streamer. He had a lot of recording equipment, and he often told Kurt not to go in his room during certain hours, so he figured he was just embarrassed about it. That didn't stop Kurt from imagining how many views they'd get if they collabed. He didn't even care what kind of content it was, he practically frothed at the idea of more people seeing him, to the point where he had wet dreams about it, even jerked off to it. He felt a little bad after, and it was hard to look his roommate in the eyes for a little bit.

Today was a slow day for Kurt. He went out, did Spree for a little bit, did a video taste testing a new food truck, streamed some, but then he got banned from Spree for a day because he was dodging the 8 hour limit by making a second account and he got caught. He decided to come back home, and had nothing to do.

He scrolled through Reddit for a little bit, posting an AITA about Spree because he was genuinely pissed about it, but no one agreed with him, so he quickly closed out the tab and decided to masturbate instead. None of his usual streamers were on, but his eyes widen, freezing as he sees a very familiar face.

It's his roommate, face completely uncovered as he rutted up into a fleshlight. Kurt's jaw was practically on the floor as he clicked on it, the chat going crazy. His eyes widen even more as he sees the view count. That alone turns him on. He was right, his roommate was a streamer, but this was even better than anything Kurt could've imagined.

The man was…so hot, and Kurt couldn't stop himself from slipping a hand underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. He grips his hardening length through his boxers, not even realizing that he's panting. He slowly drags his palm along his cock, not wanting to go too fast. Just the sight of that view count getting higher made him excited, and he didn't want to cum too fast.

He whines softly, squirming in his seat. He turns up the video a little bit, playing out loud. The man had a lot of faith in the thin walls. Kurt shudders, fully wrapping his warm hand around himself, feeling himself throb as the wet noises from his roommate grace his ears. His roommate slides the fleshlight up his cock, lube and cum mixing as it drips down the hard flesh and onto a towel below him.

Kurt slips his pants off, down around his angles as he gets comfortable again in his chair. He starts to stroke at a steady pace, but every so often has to slow down to stop himself from reaching that edge. His gaze switches from the actual video, to the chat, to the view count, over and over again. His mind wanders as he lifts his free hand to his mouth, biting down on his fist as he bucks his hips up a little, moaning into his fist. It does little to hide the noise, but he doesn't care.

His dick is throbbing, almost painfully hard as he fucks into his hand. He moans louder, desperately. He thinks of being in his roommate's position, all of those views, those people watching him. He drifts to thoughts of being with his roommate, having them fuck him while all those people send tips, encouraging it. He wants to be on display, be used for other people's pleasure. He didn't care if they never let him cum, forever pent up and desperate, as long as they were looking at him, watching him be played with.

He lets out a few gasps, sitting back in his chair as he full on fucks his fist, pre cum coating his fingers. His other hand is no longer near his mouth, tightly gripping the arm rest on his chair as he moans and whines, babbling out scattered pleads and begs. He doesn't even know what he's begging for, he just wants to keep feeling this good.

He whines loudly, drawing it out as he shoots his load against his shirt and hand. He rides it out as his hips slow to a stop, going limp in his chair. As his mind becomes less foggy, he notices that his roommate is no longer on camera, the only thing in frame being an empty room. He turns around as he catches his breath, before almost jumping when he sees his roommate standing in his doorway with wide eyes, only wearing shorts, and it's clear that they had seen the familiar broadcast on Kurt's computer screen over his shoulder.

[rainebelowzero]

It's Kurt's bday!!! Yippee, I have something scheduled to post in like an hour but for now take this bs i made in ibispaint

[rainebelowzero]

I keep thinking about Kurt giving literally the worst blowjob ever, like all teeth, no rhythm, probably gags before he's even half of the way down and he'd have to stop half way through because he starts choking

He has to try though because it's for his audience and he'd do anything for them (and the views), but it gets to the point where some of them like seeing him struggle and some just send him toys and shit and beg him to actually practice before he starts streaming because it's painful to watch

I love him so much 😔

[rainebelowzero]

there's a steve harrington x male reader x eddie munson fic sitting in my drafts that's been there for like three months 🤨

[rainebelowzero]

Kurt Kunkle x Dom Male Reader

not a request

notes: OMGGGGG it's the 2 year anniversary of this accounttttttt 🥳🥳🥳 you guys have no idea how grateful I am for all of you, I never thought that people would even give a shit about my writing this much, I love you all so much 🫂 ALSO I have one last request in my ask box that i should be finishing up this week, so if anyone wants to request anything I'll love you forever 👰🏽‍♂️

♡ degradation, hair pulling, choking, overstim, crying, bloodplay kinda, exhibitionism, livestreaming, mention of freeuse, the reader is also an influencer ♡

“Keep looking at the camera, you stupid slut.”

Kurt's body shuddered as a hand buried itself in his hair, roughly yanking his head back. He could feel you in his stomach, and he knew he would be fully ruined after you were finished with him.

He stared at himself on his phone, his chat rapidly passing as more and more people viewed the stream, making him whimper. He looked pathetic, watching himself be fucked by you, his nose bleeding, running down his face. He could taste it on his lips, and he moaned softly as he ran his tongue over it. His hair was messy, disheveled and tears ran down his face.

He had the brilliant idea of trying to basically abduct you, though, he didn't even know what he was going to do. He just couldn't stop himself when he thought of how big your following was, and he wanted so badly to have you purely because of that. Unfortunately for him, he was very easy to overpower, and you got him out of his car and onto the ground in what you figured was the middle of nowhere.

He was extremely hard in his jeans. He was already so excited from just the idea of having you to himself, but he was also slowly figuring out something about himself. He really liked being manhandled. Even as you punched him in the face, and he could feel the blood starting to flow down his chin, he only got harder, borderline leaking into his boxers.

You noticed, and you figured, why not give him what he wanted. He was gonna go viral.

So that's what led the both of you here, Kurt on his hands and knees, scraping against the ground as his hole is fucked wide open. His cock leaks on the ground, and he's pretty sure people would be able to hear his moans and sobbing. You were kind of in the middle of nowhere, but he was being so loud, you wouldn't be surprised if someone came over to check.

Kurt on the other hand was mentally begging for that to happen. He would get so many views if people heard you ruining him and wanted to use him, dumping their cum into him and leaving him there on the side of the road. Or if some of his viewers lived near him and wanted to come use him for themselves. He was willing to be someone's toy forever if it meant getting views and subscribers. On one hand, he didn't want to be robbed or anything, but on the other, much bigger hand, the views. And also sex, but mostly the views.

You move your hand to his neck, squeezing tight and using it as leverage to keep pounding into him. He could practically feel you deep in his guts, his eyes rolling back as his pathetic spent cock spurts out his third orgasm that night. He starts to cry some more, feeling so lightheaded from the lack of air. He can barely see himself in the camera, his vision hazy, but he knows he looks pathetic, and he can see people sending him tips and TTS messages though he can't make out what they're saying.

Your hand moves back to his hair, and he gasps, sputtering as he desperately tries to let air back into his lungs. You yank his head back again, leaning down. “Couldn't even kidnap someone right.” You say between breathes and groans. “Only good for taking dick like the whore that you are.”

Kurt moans, the words going straight to his sensitive cock. He's torn between begging you to stop, begging for mercy, he's sorry, he can't take anymore, and begging for more. For you to keep fucking him until he's stuffed full of cum and he passes out.

You reach forward a little, gripping his chin roughly. As his bleeding nose continues, dripping down your hand (along with lots of tears), you couldn't help but think he'd look prettier with more blood on his face. You shove two blood covered fingers into his mouth, and he whines around them but immediately starts sucking. His tongue laps at them, his vision blurry. He can barely even hold himself up anymore, and you let go of his face, letting his upper half drop to the ground. He turns so he's not face down on the cement, but he makes no other effort to move, letting you fuck him into the ground.

You pull out for a second, drawing a whine out of Kurt. You turn him over, moving so the camera can see Kurt’s ruined hole before you push his legs up as far as they'll go and shove yourself back in. He moans loudly from the change in angle as you go back to stretching him open. He cries out, wrapping his arms around your neck, but you pry him off of you. He whines but moves them to hold his legs up for you.

His eyes roll back again, and he squeezes them shut as his cock twitches against his stomach. He's cumming, but there's barely anything coming out and the stuff that is, is watery, dripping against his skin. He gasps desperately, feeling like he could barely breathe. You snap your hips into him a few more times, dumping the last of your cum into his now loose hole, letting it leak out as you pull yourself out and push yourself to your feet. Kurt lets himself sprawl out against the cold ground, covered in sweat, cum and his own blood and tears. He pants heavily, body twitching and legs shaking.

He doesn't even really process it when he hears you rummaging through the pockets of his discarded jeans.

[rainebelowzero]

oh my god, i usually just lurk but with eddie on your list i couldn’t help myself.

i keep thinking about eddie munson who’s boyfriend picks him up from dnd club just to take him home and jerk him off. sloppy kisses, degradation, and his hand down eddies pants just because reader likes to watch him completely fall apart. eddie is more than happy to let it happen and even happier when you face fuck him while his head is still fuzzy from the high.

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

notes: omg first Eddie thing 🥳 this is my first time writing for him so I apologize if he's not entirely in character :')

♡ degradation, Eddie is kind of a brat, hair pulling, mostly clothed sex, face fucking, edging, biting ♡

Eddie could feel his heart flutter when he sees you in your car, picking him up after a mostly uneventful session. He bounds up to the car, hopping in with a grin. He loved seeing you and your perfect face, and he leans over, kissing you.

“How was it?” You ask. He shrugs, telling you about his day. You didn't really know what he was talking about, but he liked it so you liked to listen.

As you drive, He starts to inch his hand towards you. At first, you don't really question it, but then he puts his hand directly on your dick.

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?” He responds, in a casual manner, but you can very obviously tell he knows what he's doing.

You don't say anything else, trying to focus on the road. It's pretty difficult when he starts to touch you and palm himself with his other hand. You know he's trying to provoke you, he always did.

“You're such a brat.” You say, rolling your eyes, but more in a playful way than actual annoyance, which draws a mischievous laugh out of him.

He pulls his hand away before you get to his place. You know his uncle isn't home, so you get out of the car too, and Eddie saunters over to the door, moving to let you go in before him.

As soon as the door is shut, you grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. He goes along with it immediately, hands gripping at your shirt as you move yours to his hair. You both make your way to his room, and you gently push him down onto his bed, sitting next to him. Your lips trail down to his neck and he sighs softly. He always loved when you did that.

His hand is wrapped around your arm as you kiss along his neck, your hands slipping underneath his shirt. He shivers, and you move back up, burying a hand in his messy hair and aggressively locking your lips with his, making him groan softly. He holds you tighter as your tongues meet, roughly exploring the man's mouth.

You run a hand down to his pants, unbuttoning them and then shoving your hand down them, your fingers teasing his dick. He gasps a little, his hips bucking up towards you. You pull away, saliva connecting you two, before you move back to attacking his neck, leaving sloppy kisses along his flushed skin.

You wrap your hand around him, pumping his cock a few times as it twitches in your hand, getting harder. Eddie lets out a moan before covering his mouth, muffling his desperate noises. He throws his head back, baring his neck to you, and you instantly take advantage of that.

You move to a spot that he could easily cover, before sinking your teeth into his flesh. He groans into his hand, fucking his cock into your fist, legs shaking.

“You like that, slut?” You ask him in a low voice. He nods rapidly, and the way his cock throbs at your name calling is very obvious to you.

“Fuck, yes-” He groans out as you speed up, and you lean back down, biting him again, a little harder. He moans louder, his back arching as he tries to press more into your grip.

He uncovers his mouth, hand reaching to grab at the sheets on his bed, his moans getting higher pitched as he gets closer to falling off the edge. At the last second, you pull your hand away, out of his pants. He makes a breathy, whiney sound you rarely hear from him, disappointed, but he watches you with hazy eyes as you stand and shove your pants to the ground. You sit back down on the bed.

“Get on the floor.” You say firmly. Eddie gets up instantly, getting on his knees in front of you. He's practically drooling as you pull your hard cock out, your free hand roughly burying itself in his hair.

He opens his mouth for you, letting you push his head down and shove your cock into his mouth. He holds onto your thighs, his tongue dragging against the underside of your dick as he bobs up and down on it.

You thrust your hips up, and he chokes a little but keeps going, eyes still foggy and his dick leaking and throbbing with a desperate need to cum. Eddie moans around you, the sounds of your cock being forced down his throat utterly obscene and contributing more to the mess on the floor that Eddie was currently making.

You groan, and he stares up at you as he takes all of you into his mouth, letting you fuck yourself into him. He gags with each snap of your hips, but only ever pulls back when you physically pull him back by his hair to breathe. He couldn't get enough of you, and he was so grateful his uncle wasn't home because he was having the time of his life, especially when you gather all of his hair into your fist and start to roughly force him up and down on you.

His eyes start to tear up, spit dripping down his chin as you get closer. You hold him down until he starts to struggle, pulling him back off to suck in a few strong breaths of air, before pushing your cock right back down his throat. Your hips stutter as you release your load, and Eddie swallows immediately, some of it splattering against his face as he pulls away.

He pants heavily, his dick still aching and red, practically begging to cum. You kneel down next to him, making him gasp as you swiftly start to pump his cock again. He's already almost there just from sucking you off, and he moans louder than usual as he buck up into your fist, shooting ropes against his shirt and stomach where the shirt is riding up a little.

He lays back on the floor, trying to catch his breath with his eyes shut. You watch him for a little bit, before his eyes flutter open again, and he gives you a grin.

[rainebelowzero]

Kurt cumming in his pants <333 maybe in public maybe live who knowsss teehee <3

Kurt Kunkle x Male Reader

notes: sorry this took so long ughhhhhh, also I said I would post closer to the afternoon but now it's like 8pm because I posted the first one and then fell asleep right after

♡ exhibitionism, kurt cumming in his pants, mention of drinking (not really though), he cums while he's streaming at a party, making him watch himself, no mention of the reader's gender, so technically could be gn ♡

Lots of alcohol was the only way you'd get through this “influencer” party. You regret falling for those stupid puppy eyes Kurt made at you. It always worked and he knew it, so when he did a whole speech about how it'd be good for his career and view count to make connections and you said no, he pulled out his secret weapon. A little pout and some pleading, and you were being dragged through a strongly perfumed, brightly lighted, loud club.

You had no idea who it was hosted by, nor did you recognize anyone there except for one or two people you remembered from Kurt freaking out about interacting with them online. You kind of just followed him around while he live streamed his requests for collabs being rejected by a bunch of people. He gets the occasional picture with someone, and even talked a guy into saying hello to his 3 viewers, but a lot of them were just taking photos or live streaming themselves.

You eventually convince him to go sit down with you, since you really want something to drink. He sits next to you, his phone propped up. He didn't really drink as much, so he settled for talking to his chat and squeezing your hand when you grabbed his to help him calm down.

It didn't really help though. Just the thought of growing his fanbase was driving him insane, and you could kind of tell in the way he got all squirmy in his seat. You looked over, and yeah, he was hard.

Well, if he made you come, you might as well do the same for him. In a different way. His phone was propped up on the bar, so his lap wasn't visible, and no one was really paying attention, all of them focused on mostly themselves or their friends, so you scoot your stool closer to Kurt, wrapping your arm around him. He leans into your touch, but otherwise doesn't really react. That's until you snake a hand down between his legs. He's mid sentence, and he jumps, eyes widening. He stammers his way through the sentence and then turns to you, but you just add on to what he's saying, smiling into the camera casually.

His body shudders as you run your fingers along his bulge, feeling it twitch underneath his pants. He shakily exhales, squirming a little in his seat. He starts talking about something else, his voice noticeably more shaky and he looks nervous as he meets your gaze in the reflection of his phone screen. You give him a grin, before cupping his hard on, letting him grind against your hand.

But you know he's not very good at being subtle, so the second his grinding gets more obvious, you pull your hand away. He whines softly, praying no one hears him. Fortunately, the music is just loud enough to not be heard unless someone is right next to him.

You start to palm him some more, making him full on put his arms on the bar and his face in his hands. He's aware enough to pretend to be yawning before putting his arms back down. You don't even know what he's talking about to the stream, honestly. Something about reaching out to more people before he leaves, or getting Instagram handles or something like that.

The bartender comes over to you, but you reach over to the menu you had before, looking it over and asking if she could come back in a few minutes, and she smiles and nods, going to some people at the other side of the bar. You lean against Kurt's shoulder, acting like you just want to be close to him, which you do, but you're also grabbing his dick through his jeans, stroking him at a slow, teasing pace. He moans softly, a little louder than before.

He looks down, shutting his eyes tight. That won't do. You lean over, staring at the two of you on screen. “Keep looking at the phone, Kurt.” You whisper, and you notice the view count getting a little higher. Kurt does too, whimpering when he sees it, his hips moving a little on their own.

You stroke him faster, but still slow enough to not be noticed. The lights in the place were dim, so it made your task pretty easy, but there were the occasional people passing by that might have noticed.

He pants, his face flushed and skin hot. He struggles to watch himself, but he feels himself getting closer and closer at the idea of people watching this happen. When he saw what he looked like, he knew the few people watching him would definitely know what's going on, and that made him moan a little louder. People were watching him. And even more hot to him, they were watching him get off.

He thought even more about the people surrounding him. There were so many people around him with their phones out, and a large amount of those people were either already recording or taking pictures. He couldn't help but think about them noticing what was happening, noticing that you had your hand between his legs as he strained against his pants, probably the hardest he had ever been in his life.

He thought about them recording him. Broadcasting him across the internet, the amount of people that would be watching him grind against your hand as he moaned and whimpered so desperately. Kurt had no idea he was this into that, his head falling against his hands with a long but soft, drawn out whine.

He breathes heavily, and you grin as you feel a wet spot quickly bloom in his jeans, his hips starting to slow down. You keep stroking him until he starts to whimper and moan from the sensitivity, before finally pulling away. You see a few people in his chat point out exactly what was happening, which only makes you more amused as you lean over, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek. He's covering his face, too overcome with pleasure to really notice, and thinking about the nightmare that will be having to walk to the bathroom and clean himself up. As he did it, his next greatest idea came to him

He had to convince you to make porn with him.

[rainebelowzero]

kurt brainrot is real!!! may i request something with like friends to lovers i guess? kurt wants reader and is really awkward and cringe and whiny and freaky :p post-op trans reader?! love ur stuff dude ur so cool!!

Down bad Kurt Kunkle x Trans Male Reader (long ass title sorry)

notes: thank you! Sorry this took so long :') also I agree, I've had Kurt brainrot since like 2022. I have like three requests I'm working on so expect those some time soon (for real this time 🙏), also one of them is my first Eddie request so yippee 🥳🥳🥳 the other two are Kurt so I'm gonna work on them today, at least one might be out by tonight??? It's like almost 11am for me so probably earlier than that

♡ Kurt is a freak, car sex (kinda?), trans reader, spit, mention of choking, mention of slapping, sorta mild masochism (??), making him eat his own cum, premature ejaculation, reader asks him out at the end awww ♡

You often went on rides with Kurt, fucking around while he works. Sometimes people complain about the fact that there's another person in his car when they get picked up, but usually they don't really care, and it was an interesting experience to see all kinds of people from Azusa. Plus, Kurt loved having you around, and you usually get free food out of it.

He really, really liked you. In a way that wasn't completely normal. You mostly saw it as him just being awkward, especially with the way that a lot of the time after you touched him, he'd get all fidgety. You weren't stupid, you knew damn well. It was just fun to tease him. What you didn't know about though, were the more secretive things he was doing, like stealing your things when you weren't looking, or jerking off every time you posted on your close friends story on Instagram.

It drove him insane, every little touch, every look, he spent hours getting off to a picture of your body after your top surgery healed, he was obsessed. He tried to brag around you, do that thing guys did when they would talk about other people they “liked” to make the real person they like jealous. You knew it was bullshit, and after getting no reaction from you, he kind of just stopped doing it. And the amount of times he almost drove straight off the road because he was looking at you were way too many.

It was just a normal day of your usual routine, sitting in his car. It was a hot day, and you had taken off your jacket, sweating. Kurt's A/C was broken, so it was actual torture. Not for Kurt though. No, he was very much enjoying the sight of you. At some point, it became unbearable, and you, being more horny than usual, wanted Kurt. He was pretty cute. And you ended up on top of him, basically every single fantasy Kurt has ever had since he met you.

Kurt watches you with almost wide eyes, and if he were in a cartoon, there'd be little hearts in them as you straddle his waist, finding the most comfortable way to do that without hitting your head on the ceiling of his car interior. It's a little difficult, considering you were two grown men, but you made it work, your hands cupping the man's face.

His skin is warm, face flushed as he stares up at you, barely breathing. You lean down, catching his lips in yours. His movements are uncoordinated, inexperienced, but you don't care, you hold his head in place as you stay against him. You pull away slightly, still close enough to feel each other's breaths, and Kurt's hand snakes up, pressing against your chest. He pulls it away as fast as it settles there.

“Sorry.” He says softly, but you catch his wrist, holding his hand against yourself back in place.

“It's okay.” You respond, voice low. His fingers grip your shirt gently while you lean back down, kissing him again. His lips part slightly, and you grip his jaw, not too hard, but enough to hold him in place. His eyes follow you curiously, and as you lean over him, you urge him to open up.

He opens his mouth a little more, sticking his tongue out a little, and you spit right into his mouth. He lets out a sound, a low groan that almost turns into a desperate whine as he swallows it, some of it dripping down his chin before he can lick it away. You kiss him again, sloppily as your hands roam his body and he tightly grips the front of your shirt.

He can't believe this is happening. He had been into you for almost your entire friendship, and now you were feeling up on him and your tongue was in his mouth. You can feel his erection beneath you, and he whimpers every time you move around in his lap. You do it a few times on purpose, teasing him while you tangle a hand in his hair. When you pull away, he stares up at you, eyes fully entranced in your features as he pants, trying to catch his breath.

It's taking literally every shred of self control for Kurt to not immediately cum in his pants. He's straining hard against his jeans, and he was definitely going to jerk off to this memory later with the shirt he stole from you the last time he went over to your place.

You run your hands down his chest, and he can't help but admire your hands. He wants them around his throat, like that one time he tried to choke himself (it didn't work out). You'd know how to do it, he thinks. You'd wrap those perfect fingers around his throat, squeezing in a way to make Kurt so deliciously close to passing out, just to let him breathe at the last second.

He thinks about letting you slap him around, though he'd really let you do anything to him. Anything you wanted, he'd say yes in an instant. He's probably jerked off to worse.

Your hands meet his belt, and you get his pants down, pulling his hard cock out. He's leaking like crazy, so much you kind of think he already came, but he bucks his hips up when you touch him, the best he can with you in his lap. He doesn't really know what to do with his hands, but he's happy when you don't disapprove of him snaking his hands under your shirt. His fingers run over your scars, before he suddenly gasps loudly. You press the nail of your thumb against the head of his dick, and it hurts so good, making Kurt squirm under you.

He whines, and with about three or four quick pumps, accompanied by slick precum covering your hand and his cock, he's thrashing underneath you, panting and whining as ropes of cum shoot up into his stomach and over your hand. It takes you by surprise, and you both kind of stare at each other as soon as Kurt comes down from the high and realizes what happened.

“I-I…that’s never happened before.” He chokes out, very embarrassed, though the humiliation kind of makes him a little harder. You console him, and a small part of Kurt was wishing you'd degrade him for it, but that's for another time.

Instead, you swipe your fingers against the man's shirt, collecting some of his cum. He gulps as you raise your hand to his mouth. “Aren't you gonna help me clean up?” You say, and it almost makes Kurt cum again on the spot.

He hesitantly sticks his tongue out, dragging it across your fingers before you shove both of them into his mouth. He moans softly, before lapping up his mess, cleaning off your hands. He can't handle it without whining, his cock twitching and throbbing with need, purely getting off on the image of you feeding him his own cum.

When he finishes, you wipe your hand off on your shirt, kissing him again and sliding back into your seat. Kurt fixes his appearance,and the drive to drop you off is mostly silent, though Kurt keeps looking away from the road to glance at you. When you get there, he looks away, something nagging at him.

“Do- should..we just forget about that?” He asks. He wouldn't be able to, no matter what.

You shrug. “We should go on a real date sometime.” You say, kissing his cheek and then getting out of the car.

He's instantly rock hard again.

[rainebelowzero]

Guys, I'm adding Eddie Munson to my list of characters, so if you wanna request anything...👀

Also, I have two Kurt requests I'm working on right now, expect those soon

Also, side note, is anyone else seeing that fucking ad with the guy with the cowboy hat head and it's like his skin or something? literally every time I scroll it's there 😭

[rainebelowzero]

Hi everyone :D

I just wanted to say I appreciate you guys so much, all of your support helps me stay motivated to write.

I'm finishing up a request, so there should be something new out by this weekend or the beginning of next week.

love you guys so much <3

[rainebelowzero]

If you keep seeing the layout of my fics change and stuff, I'm just trying to figure out an actual format since I'm on mobile 🥲

[rainebelowzero]

I'm thinking about puppy boy Kurt 😔

him just nudging against your legs while he's in heat, begging and whining for you to breed him

he's trying to hide it at first because he's embarrassed, but once you find out, he's all over you

So obviously you do, because why not. And his legs are squeezing around you so you can't pull out, pumping him full of load after load

he knows he can't actually be knocked up, but he doesn't care, the thought of being fucked full of your kids is driving him insane, he doesn't even need to touch his own dick to cum

even if you get tired, he keeps fucking himself down on you, both of you covered in sweat and cum, kurt sobbing from the pleasure

when he finally gets exhausted he keeps you inside of him so none of your seed can go to waste, but of course he gets horny again so you just spend his entire heat fucking like feral animals

[rainebelowzero]

Steve Harrington x Male Reader

not a request

notes: I think this is the first time I've written something where you're explicitly dating the person, yippee 🥳 also this is supposed to take place between S3 and S4, I think it's kinda vague but that's what I was thinking of when I was writing this

♡ blowjob (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, facial, nipple play, a few mentions of angst but nothing serious ♡

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..Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen…This isn't helping. You think, staring up at your ceiling in the dark, trying to tire yourself out. It had been...exactly 4 days since you've slept a full 8 hours, and the people around you have been starting to notice.

After everything that's happened, it was hard for you to sleep, so you normally stayed in bed, unable to close your eyes. What made it worse was that you were home alone. Your parents respected you as a responsible adult, which was good but you really didn't want to be home alone.

You had considered calling your boyfriend or one of your friends, but it was late and you didn't want to wake them up. You felt guilty asking one of them to come over.

So you lay there. Dealing with it on your own. You'd fall asleep eventually. Hopefully.

That's until a faint sound comes from downstairs. You try to ignore it. Maybe it was from outside, it happens sometimes. Or maybe the house was settling. Or maybe-

The sound happens again. The creaking of the wooden floor downstairs. Your parents weren't supposed to be home until later the next day, so it couldn't be them.

You stayed still for a second, hoping, praying you weren't about to be taken by some kind of monster. You think about the others. You'd be gone without a trace. Alone. You refuse to go out that way.

You reach out into the darkness, knowing exactly where your bat is. You creep down the stairs, seeing the vague shape of a figure moving in the almost pitch black of your living room.

As you get down the stairs, you notice that it's pretty..human shaped?

You lean towards a lamp, yanking the chain to turn it on. You and the figure jump seeing each other, the man spinning around to face you. Your eyes need to adjust to the light, though it's faint, but you squint at the man.

“Steve?”

He grins sheepishly. “Hi.”

You let out a relieved sigh, dropping the bat down next to you. You didn't realize, but your hands are shaking, Steve drawing your attention to it as he notices and grabs your hands, squeezing them. His hands are warm, very warm, and he looks at you with guilty eyes and a frown.

“I'm sorry I scared you, I just..I couldn't sleep and I wasn't really thinking about how that would scare the shit out of you. I just needed to see your face.” He apologizes profusely.

You smile at him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He returns the action immediately, and you take in his weirdly super soft sweater and his warm, inviting scent.

“It's okay. I couldn't sleep either.” You respond, your voice muffled as you stay close to him. You pull away a little bit, suddenly confused. “Wait, but, how'd you get in?”

You knew he had a thing for crawling in through windows, but none of yours were open.

“You gave me a key, remember?” He says, pulling out his bundle of a bunch of keys, jingling it a little bit.

You nod. You genuinely forgot you did that. Pulling fully away from him, you drop down onto the couch, sliding closer to him as he does the same.

“Is there a reason you couldn't sleep?” You ask. He shrugs, running a hand through his hair.

“I'm not sure. I've just been pretty restless, I guess.” He looks away from you, and in the dim, warm light of the still, silent living room, you can tell there's something he doesn't want to tell you. Maybe it's the same way you feel. Like you'll close your eyes and suddenly one of your friends will end up missing. Like you won't be there in time to help.

You slide a hand over his and give it a squeeze the way he did for you. He looks back to you, smiling softly. You glance over to your TV, before standing, stretching your arms a little bit. You grin at Steve.

“Let's watch a movie.” You say. You pick a random comedy to lighten the mood and slip it into the VCR, sitting back on the couch. The two of you stay snuggled together, enjoying each other's presence. The faint sound of rain against the ground comes from outside, and you feel way better than you did before with Steve there.

A little further into the movie, you feel the urge to be closer to him, so you hold him tighter, your arm around him and your other hand on his arm, gently running your fingers along it. You can feel the muscle underneath his sleeve, and you give his bicep a small squeeze.

He glances over at you and you laugh softly. He gives you a grin and goes back to watching the movie as you lay your head on his shoulder. Throughout the movie, your hand moves from his arm to his chest, running your hand along his body. He doesn't mind, just turning to press a kiss to your temple and letting you basically feel him up. You slip your hand under his sweater and the shirt underneath, and he jumps a little bit before laughing.

“Your hand is so cold. What are you doing?” He asks playfully.

You shrug, feigning innocence. “Nothing. I can't touch my boyfriend?”

He gives you a suspicious eyebrow raise and looks away, back to your TV.

You move your hand up a little bit underneath his sweater and shirt, and he shudders a little, but doesn't acknowledge it. You pull your hand back, and he sits forward, lifting the sweater over his head. His shirt rides up a little too, and you can see the start of his happy trail, eyeing his body as he tosses the sweater aside, then pulls his shirt off too and sits back down.

You go back to touching him, and he laughs a little bit as you give his chest a soft squeeze. He turns towards you, kissing your forehead. He raises a hand, gently cupping the back of your head as he presses kisses to your face.

You lean forward, kissing his shoulder. Sliding into his lap, you place your knees on either side of his legs, kissing up his chest and then to his neck. His hands go to your waist, holding you as you kiss up to his face, purposely kissing everywhere but his lips. He gives you a fake pout when you pull away.

“What?” You laugh, and he laughs with you, dropping the facial expression.

“You missed a spot.” He responds.

“Did I?” As you say that, he pulls you closer, capturing your lips in a needy kiss. You hold his face gently, Steve kissing you like it's the last thing he'll ever do, like he's dying of thirst and you're the only thing to relieve it.

Your other hand rests against his chest, and your fingers run over one of his nipples a few times, making him groan into your mouth. You knew how sensitive they usually were, and you keep flicking your fingers against his nipple as the bud starts to harden and perk up. You do the same for the other one, switching hands. You pull away for a second, taking a breath before going back to kissing him, rolling his nipple between two of your fingers.

His hips buck up a little bit, and you roll your hips against him to pull more desperate sounds out of him. He gently puts a hand over yours to stop you as he catches his breath.

“Can I suck you off?” He asks, his voice almost a whisper. You grin and nod, climbing off of him. You shove your pants down eagerly while Steve gets on his knees in front of you, hands resting on your thighs. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart a little bit. One of his hands strokes you through the fabric of your boxers, and he gently pulls your cock out, pressing his lips to the head. His lips wrap around the head, tongue gliding along it as he slowly strokes at the base.

You run your fingers through his hair as he takes more of you into his mouth. He lowers his head more and more, until you're fully into his mouth. He pulls your cock all the way out before swallowing it down his throat, bobbing his head and using his tongue to lick against the underside of it. He gags a little, but keeps going, his eyes tearing up a little. You thrust into his mouth, pushing his head down lightly, still letting him do it himself for the most part.

His lips are slick with his spit, dripping down his chin as he releases muffled moans around you. You groan, holding his head in place for a moment, and he lets you thrust yourself into his mouth roughly, staring up at you. The eye contact makes the heat in your stomach grow, and you pull out before you can get to your release. Steve catches his breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grins up at you while you calm yourself down.

“Getting excited already?” He asks teasingly. You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Shut up.” You respond in a joking tone, leaning down and kissing the man on the lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. He sits back on the couch, and you're instantly back on him, kissing his neck and squeezing his thigh.

He sighs in pleasure, and he pulls his pants off, dropping them on the floor. He turns onto his stomach, pushing his hips back against your dick. You grab his hips, grinding yourself against him a little before pushing his underwear down, revealing his plush, hair covered thighs and thick ass. You spread him open, showing his tight hole, already slick with what you assume is lube. He lets out a soft whimper that he tries to cover.

“Did you already prep yourself?” You ask, kind of surprised.

He turns his head back a little to look at you, half nodding. “I tried to make myself tired, but it didn't work and then I was super..” He trails off, looking for the word.

“Needy?” You finish, giving his ass a squeeze. He moans softly.

“Yeah. For you.”

You giggle lightly, grinding your cock against his hole as it clenches and unclenches around nothing desperately. Steve lets out a few soft gasps, burying his face in his arm as his heavy cock hangs between his legs, tip rubbing up against the couch. You notice and pull your shirt off, sliding it under him so he doesn't ruin the couch. That'd be really hard to explain to your parents.

You almost want to stay like this forever, watching this gorgeous man beneath you grind his ass back against your cock, hole slick and ready to take all of you. You hold him still, guiding yourself into him. Steve groans as the head pops in, and you slowly, almost painfully slow, slide your cock into his ass, his walls inviting you in, holding you snugly.

He has to resist the urge to whine, your dick stretching him out so good, nothing like his fingers. It was exactly what he was craving, legs shaking as you push in to the base and pressing so deliciously against his prostate.

You start to move, thrusting in and out of him before pulling out to the head and slamming yourself back into him. He moans loudly, back arching. His fingers claw at the arm of the couch as you pound into him, your thick cock bullying its way into the man's tight hole each time, pounding against his prostate.

Steve is practically seeing stars, and you have to reach forward to cover his mouth, not wanting your neighbors to hear how loud he's being. He moans loudly into your palm as you dig the nails of your other hand into his hip. He fucks himself back on you and you feel him tense up as he cums without warning, spurting all over the shirt you placed under him. You don't slow down even a little, completely abusing that sensitive spot inside of him and making him twitch and whine from the overstimulating pleasure.

You keep stretching his hole wide, and Steve swears he can feel you in his stomach, knowing he definitely won't be able to walk afterwards. The sound of skin against skin fills your living room, Steve's muffled moans bordering on full on yelling sounding like absolute music to your ears.

He lets out a loud, heavy sob as he tenses again, squeezing tight around you and cumming again. His eyes roll back before his head falls against the arm of the couch. You stop covering his mouth, the only sounds he's letting out being soft, breathy whimpers and desperate gasps for air.

You pound into him a few more times before pulling out and getting off the couch, pumping your cock as you grab Steve by the hair, yanking his head back. He looks so thoroughly fucked out and he sticks out his tongue as you jerk yourself off over his face, groaning as you shoot your hot load all over his face. He moans weakly, swallowing what he could catch in his mouth and dropping his head back down when you let go of him.

He pants heavily, as do you, catching your breaths, when you notice that he's still hard, cock rubbed red against your bundled up t-shirt. He lifts his head enough to look at you, and wiggles his hips a little, silently begging you to keep going. You get back up. You had a lot of time before your parents got back, after all.

[rainebelowzero]

Beach sex w/ Kurt?

(or)

Steve has a rough day of ....being Steve, (ig), so uh a rough handjob cheers him up!

Steve Harrington x Male Reader

notes: this is a little short and it's my first time writing for Steve, so hopefully this is okay :D

♡ giving steve a handjob, biting, i think that's mostly it ♡

You roll off of your couch as you hear the phone on the wall ring. Your attention is focused on whatever commercial is playing on your tv as you pick it up.

“Hello?”

There's a shuffling noise before the person answers. “Hey.” You immediately recognize his voice, though he doesn't seem very happy.

“Steve? Hi, are you okay?” You ask, concerned.

“...can I come over?” He asks, not answering your question. You knew he had a tendency to not really want to tell people about his problems, so you nod, and then remember he can't see you.

“Yeah, sure. There's no one else here.” You respond. You had the entire place to yourself for a while, so some company would probably do you some good, you figure. Steve gives you a quick “okay, bye,” and hangs up. You put the phone back and fall back onto the couch, getting comfortable.

You were watching cartoons, since there wasn't anything else interesting on, when you heard a knock on your door. You get up and open it immediately, and standing there is a slightly sulking Steve, but he gives you a small, forced smile when he sees you. You let him in and he wraps his arms around you as soon as you shut the door. You're surprised by it, but you quickly hug him back, rubbing his back gently.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly. He pulls away and the two of you sit on the couch. He's silent for a little bit, and you can tell he doesn't really want to answer so you lean forward, putting a hand on his knee.

“Steve? You can talk to me.” You say, cupping his face with your other hand so he has to look at you. He smiles again, putting his hand over yours on his face.

“I've just been having a bad day, I guess. I don't really want to talk about it right now. Just wanted to see you.” He finally answers.

Your heart melts at the way he looks at you, and you understand his decision to not talk about it. You think of an idea that's almost certain to cheer him up. The hand on his knee slides a little higher. You nod.

“That's okay, you don't have to. Do you..want something else?” You ask, your thumb tracing circles over his jean covered thigh. He gets the hint and thinks for a minute before nodding.

You lean forward, kissing his neck softly, pulling your hand up a little to press the heel of it into his soft dick. You grind your hand into him a little, kissing and nipping at his jaw and neck. His breath hitches and he lifts his hips up a little to grind back into your hand. You can feel his arousal growing, his quickly hardening cock straining against his pants.

He turns more to face you a little, pressing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss as you get his pants down. You pull away to pull his cock out, wrapping your hand around it and pumping it a few times. Steve lets his head fall back against the couch, bucking his hips up a few times. You move on top of him, stroking his dick at a slow, steady pace as you lean forward and kiss his exposed neck.

He shuts his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again, staring up at you with half lidded eyes, full of arousal. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body as his cock drips precum over your fingers. You use it to make your grip more slick, speeding up your hand, pulling a deep groan from the man. You want to tease him so badly, make him beg for you to get him off, but you have mercy on him since it's to help relieve his stress. Maybe next time.

His heavy, leaking cock twitches within your hand, and you slide down to the base, holding it for a few seconds. Your hand is covered in his precum, and he lifts his own, covering his flushed face with them as he groans loudly, not caring how loud he's being. You start to kiss his neck again before biting down, making sure it's not in a super noticeable spot. He bucks his hips up violently with a loud moan, which almost makes you fall off of him, making you laugh and start to stroke him faster.

“Sorry..” He moans out, and he reaches out, one of his hands holding you on his lap. You kiss over the bite before moving to another spot, doing the same thing. You don't bite hard enough to fully break skin, but it's hard enough to mark him, at least for a little.

He groans again, and you lift his shirt a little so he doesn't ruin it, feeling his cock throb with a desperate need to cum. Sitting up straighter, you speed up your stroking, and Steve's body twitches, his legs shaking almost violently as he gets closer to finishing. He lets out a deep, guttural groan, almost a growl at this point, shooting his thick load across his stomach, chest and your hand.

His breathing is ragged, panting and moaning softly while you pump every last drop of cum from his dick as he rides out his high. You slow to a stop, reaching up and gently carding your fingers through his hair. You wait patiently for him to come back to Earth, wiping your hand clean on your shirt. You could wash it later anyway. Once he does, he opens his eyes, looking up at you for a second before smiling lazily. You climb off of him, being careful not to brush against his oversensitive length, and give him a few soft, gentle kisses on his jaw.

“You feel better?” You ask softly.

He nods, working up the energy to respond verbally. “Yes…yeah, thank you.” He whispers, pulling you close for another gentle kiss.

[rainebelowzero]

hi everyone 😁 its not 2025 for me yet (only almost 8) but I promise more consistent posting next year. I've got tons of motivation to write, so I'll be working on this blog and the other one I just made. I've got some requests, and all of them are at least started so expect some stuff maybe tomorrow or Thursday. Love you guys and thank you for all the support, you have no idea how much it means to me that you guys are enjoying my stuff, I never thought this many people would actually like my writing 🫂 stay safe everyone :D

[rainebelowzero]

If you saw the first one no you didn't

Anyways, I made a blog for The Office (US) if any of you are interested, I know it's a strange crossover but there's like zero male reader stuff on here

it's @strikexlightning :D

[rainebelowzero]

Hi guys 😁😁 I think I might start writing for Steve too, so if any of you wanna request anything about him...😳 or if you wanna just share ideas about him or Kurt, I'm all for it, I need people to talk to 🙏🏽