#kurt kunkle fanfiction

[ddejavvu]

Kurt fucking you in the back of his spree my beloved <3

Always sets a towel down for you because if he’s gonna cum inside you, and eat you out till you squirt, the least he can do is make sure it’s sanitary for his passengers. Kurt will lick most of the mess up. Just at least him him record you licking the mess he can’t reach off of his face. Your mess, while he’s red and panting and his tongue is fuzzy out of his mouth. (He may even have a million recordings from his dash cam, of him and you fucking in every available position in that Prius)

holy shit.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Look at this," Kurt breathes, chest heaving with deep breaths as an after-effect of his orgasm, "You're- god, you're full. You're leaking."

"Kurt," You whimper, hips squirming in sensitivity as your cunt remembers the feeling of Kurt's hard cock dragging against its insides, "Please, just do something!"

"I will," He croons, angling his camera closer towards your dripping pussy, spreading his free hand over your stomach, "I will, babe, just- wow."

You're sure your cunt is a sight, sticky and dripping with obscene amounts of Kurt's cum. He cums hard, he cums fast, and he cums a lot. You're almost worried he'll wait to eat it out of you until he's regained a proper breathing pattern, but you know he'd rather suffocate in your pussy than hold himself back from it.

"Here," He sets the camera on the center console, turning it to face him as he hikes your thighs up over his shoulders, "Sorry, babe, I just- I had to get a good shot."

"Mhm," You nod, watching him with desperate eyes as he adjusts your positioning, teeth digging into your lip, "Quick, Kurt, please!"

"On it," He mumbles, nose bumping your clit as he dives in. His tongue presses flat to your slit, collecting the smears of his own cum that had oozed out from between your lips. It puts pressure against your slit that only makes you ache more for penetration, reigniting a slowly dying fire from after he'd pulled out.

"Oh my- god!" You gasp, hips jerking upwards into his face and thighs squeezing his head. His tongue prods sharply in through your slit, a gush of his cum mixed with your slick pouring onto his tongue. He nearly chokes on it, teeth scraping your clit and jolting it with a zing of electricity where his face had been unceremoniously smashed into your cunt.

He whimpers against your warm, wet cunt, the sound reverberating around your insides in a vibration that shakes you to your core. You're shamelessly squeezing his head with your thighs now, and you're not sure he can breathe, but you are sure he doesn't care whether he can or not. He's happy, and he'll want 'died eating pussy' on his tombstone.

Needy, rampant moans flow from your throat with all the grace of a man on fire, but that's exactly how you feel, Kurt's tongue dragging a trail of heat from just below your ass to the hood of your clit. You're not sure if it's the leftover high from when he'd cum, the sound of his release squelching inside of you as he tongues it, or the way that he whines into your pussy, but maybe it's a combination of all three that makes you squirt.

The feeling of your cum splattering his face doesn't deter Kurt, it might even make him more eager. He cleans you up until your legs tremble, and tears threaten to spill from your eyes.

"Kurt," You beg, tugging on his hair, "Please, please too- too much!'

"I'm not done," He begs, tongue sweeping a glob of cum off of your inner thigh, "Please, just- just a little more!"

"I can't-!" You cry out when he dips his tongue back between your folds one last time, lapping up the last smear of cum from inside of you and leaving you a sticky, drooly mess.

"Sit up," He urges you, slipping his hands behind your back and making sure you're in the camera's line of sight, "And- and clean me up, babe."

He takes your chin in his hands, tilting it so that you're slack-jawed and panting only inches from his face. When you arch upwards and drag your tongue along his cum-stained chin he moans, a similarly sticky tongue on display as his jaw drops.

You lick him clean with a series of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that eventually land on his tongue, gathering the sheen of slick that lays on its surface and smearing it between your own tongue and his.

He lets it transition into a sloppy kiss, all drool and tongue and teeth until your lips are bitten raw and spit seeps down your lips.

It's only when you break away to slump your forehead onto his face and breathe that he remembers the camera, reaching for it and showcasing the shine of your spit on his chin.

"Love you," He murmurs, positioning the camera in his lap so that it gets a shot of your sweat-beaded, fucked-out face.

You nod, lips stinging and slick with drool, eyes drooping shut as you breathe, "Love you too, Kurt."

[lipglossanon]

With Your Hands Between Your Thighs And A Smile

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(Title from the song lyrics 505 by Arctic Monkeys)

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, stepcest, slight breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, stepbro!kurt, fem!reader, slight perv!reader

Quick author’s note: if the thought that Kurt seems OOC crosses your mind just know I don’t care lol. Enjoy!

More stepbro!kurt found here

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The house is quiet after your mom and step dad loudly declared they were heading out for their monthly date night. You only wave goodbye as you continue to channel surf.

Kurt, your brand new step brother, sat slouched on the other end of the sofa. You gave a quick glance to him and saw he was completely zoned into his phone. He frowned down at the device before locking it with a sigh.

“The b-battery on this is shit,” he mutters out loud, turning his attention to the tv.

You hum in agreement, as you now openly look at him. You kinda hated how much you liked him. He was such a loser but weirdly sweet. He has been nothing but nice to you and your mom—really trying to make you both feel welcomed (although you could tell he and his dad had a strained relationship).

After he got over the fact you didn’t do social media (his exclamation of “how will people even know who you are?!” was met with an eye roll and a laugh, “I’ll introduce myself to them, Kurt”), you and he got along really well. The fact you wanted to fuck his brains out, however, is something you’ve been keeping pretty close to the chest.

You’ve had to live together for the past few months now since the actual marriage ceremony and you feel like you’re about to crawl out of your skin with want. Kurt is so cringe and clingy, but somehow that seems to really work for him. It hasn’t stopped you from fantasizing of riding him in the back of his car or think about sneaking into his room at night to slip under his covers for a bit of fun.

And now, here you both were at home on a Friday night with your respective parents gone until the wee hours of the morning. You bite your thumbnail as a half formed idea flitted through your brain. You bring your attention back to the tv and begin to purposefully search through the channels for a borderline porno type of movie. Once settling on one, you press your back to the armrest so your body is facing out toward Kurt.

It takes a few scenes before it seems to click with him, which by that time you already have your shorts tugged down as you slowly tease your slit through the gusset of your panties.

“W-what’re you doing?” he whispers, like he’ll get in trouble (god he’s so clueless it makes you want him even more).

“Just trynna have a bit of fun, Kurtie.”

His jaw clenches but his eyes stay on the motions of your hand as you slowly tease yourself. You give him a coy smile.

“You can’t touch me but if you want to jerk off, I wouldn’t mind.”

He sucks in a deep breath and you watch as his dick thickens in his sweatpants. You moan and shuck your shorts and panties all the way off, leaving your cunt bare to his gaze. You then strip off the skimpy tank top you were wearing with nothing underneath leaving your tits completely uncovered.

Kurt’s eyes greedily take you in, bouncing from your hardening nipples down to your dripping pussy.

Your fingers dip back down your body to circle your sensitive and swollen clit. You let out a low whine as a gush of slick coats your inner thighs.

Kurt’s dark eyes sweep over your body, back up to your own heavy lidded gaze.

“You’re so hot,” he breathes out quietly, his own hand squeezing at the bulge in his sweatpants.

You bite your lip to hold back another whine.

“Wanna touch you, Kurtie”

“I-I want to touch you too, but we can’t,” his brows furrow, “we shouldn’t even be d-doing this.”

You sigh out a moan, “I know. It’s really dirty.”

You slip your fingers through your slick folds and sink your ring and middle finger into your soppy wet hole.

“Wish it was your fingers, Kurt. Your hands are so big.”

You watch as he slips the band of his sweats down to his thighs. His cock springs up with a wet slap to his belly.

“Fuck,” you moan, “want you in my pussy so bad.”

“You can’t say that,” he pants, hand slowly beginning to stroke his cock in time with your thrusting fingers.

You pout, “Why not? It’s only the truth.”

“C-cause,” his eyes dart to the door, “we’re step siblings now. What we’re doing is bad.”

You hum, “Mmhmm so bad.”

You slowly ease your fingers out of your clenching heat and crawl over to Kurt’s side of the couch.

He stops stroking his dick to press his hands into your shoulders to stop you moving into his lap.

“W-what’re you doing? You said no touching,” his eyes are glued to your swaying breasts and bare cunt.

“I changed my mind,” you murmur and push against his hold to slip into his lap. You both let out low moans at the feel of his hard cock rubbing against your wet pussy. He kicks off his sweatpants the rest of the way leaving you both now nude.

“We just won’t put it in,” you whisper against his lips, “it’s not wrong if you just don’t slip it in my needy little hole, right Kurtie?”

Your lips drag against his with every sinful word from your mouth. His pupils are completely blown out when you pull back to run your hands down his chest.

“Take this off for me, please?”

He scrambles to quickly remove his shirt, only to get tangled in it before ripping it off and throwing it down on the floor.

You bite your lip as you card your fingers through the light smattering of his chest hair.

“God Kurt, you’re so hot it’s stupid.”

“Y-yeah?” He watches you completely dazed, hands loosely holding your hips like he doesn’t know where to put them.

“Mmhmm, wanted to suck you off the first time we met,” you suck your bottom lip into your mouth as you move your gaze from his chest to his eyes, “wanted to cry and choke on your cock while our parents were having their stupid dinner date in the other room.”

“Fuck.”

His hips thrusted up, dragging his cock up against your clit making your hole clench on nothing. His hands slowly come up and cup each breast. His thumbs begin to softly circle your nipples.

You mewl, arching your back so it pushes your breasts further into Kurt’s space. His lips are parted in awe as he takes your nipples in between his fingertips and tweak the hardened buds.

You couldn’t stop the wanton sounds from tumbling out of your panting mouth.

“So sensitive,” Kurt whispered to himself, ducking his head down to suck on your nipples constantly swapping from one to the other.

“I love your tits, you’re a-always wearing such low tops, and—” he grinds his cock up against your thighs, smearing precum along your skin.

Your hands slide up from his chest to cradle his jaw. You watch him pout as you pull him away from your breasts. Your hands slink down his body to tease the thatch of hair above his dick. His hands go down to your hips, massaging and groping the fat there.

“Maybe,” your gaze drifts down to his swollen, leaking cock. You softly tease the tip before pressing his foreskin back to circle the head.

“Maybe you could just put the tip in,” you say, still dragging your fingers against his pink cockhead.

“Wha—“ he moans, eyes clenched shut and the grip on your hips bruising. You hope there are fingertip shaped marks tomorrow.

“Just the tip isn’t going all the way, is it?” You coo at him, fingers slipping away from the head of his dick down his shaft to feather across his balls.

“Fuck,” he moans, his head dropping forward into the junction of your neck and shoulder, his eyes taking in your hands teasing his balls.

“Just t-the tip, nothing else?” He finally gets out, pulling away to look you in the face.

You smile wickedly, “Exactly, Kurt. It’s gonna feel so good.”

He groans, “Alright, but just the tip. We can’t do a-anything else.”

“Of course, Kurtie,” you press a quick kiss to the apples of his cheeks. “Now, put it in me, please.”

“You want me— oh, fuck. Okay, okay,” he’s mumbling to himself as he slips the tip of his dick into your wet spasming hole.

“Yes, so good. Such a good boy for me. S’just the tip Kurtie, promise won’t go any further.”

His hands are gripping the fat of your thighs like a lifeline, head tossed back in an effort to keep still.

“You’re so fucking tight, god I can’t—“ he chokes out, bringing his blown out gaze to your own.

“You’re just too good at stretching me out, Kurt,” you whine, pressing closer to him, dragging your lips across his in an almost kiss.

“Fuck me, y-you can’t just say s-sh-stuff like that.”

But you’re so desperate at this point and not able to think past the feeling of the slight stretch of your pussy and how empty it feels. Whining you work his cock further and further into your body as Kurt just holds your thighs in a death grip.

He’s mumbling out, “Stop, baby, f-fuck. Can’t keep going— you’re gonna— shit your so tight, gotta stop before we go too far.”

He groans until you’re sitting flushed against his pelvis.

You lift you up just to slide back down, enjoying just how big and thick he is inside you.

“Couldn’t wait, Kurtie,” you sigh out, eyes slipping shut and cunt stuffed full.

Your eyes flutter back open only to see Kurt’s lips pressed in a thin line and eyes dark.

He lifts you up until he’s nearly slipping out before slamming you back down, a choked cry leaving you.

“You promised you wouldn’t go too far.”

He repeats the rough thrust and now makes you grind down as his dick stretches out your weeping cunt.

“But you just had to do what you wanted, huh? Needed me to plug up your s-sloppy little pussy? Telling me how nasty of a, a girl you are.”

He doesn’t pull out as he shifts you both to lay out on the couch. You cry out as he begins deep harsh thrusts, so thankful you’re the only two home as Kurt rails you into the beat up couch.

“Nothing but a cock slut,” he growls in your ear, “only good for letting me use your tight hole.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, nails digging into Kurt’s broad shoulders, “need it, need you.”

“I’m not gonna last too long,” Kurt grits out.

“Mmm, you gonna cum in me? Going to fill me up?” You gasp out, feeling as Kurt thrusts into you even harder.

“Y-Yeah I am. I’m going to fill that p-pretty pink pussy to the brim and you’re going to love every s-second of it aren’t you?” He pumps his hips faster, feeling your cunt tighten around him.

“Mmm yes, please,” you moan, dragging your nails across Kurt’s back.

Kurt begins to grind down with every thrust of his hips, making you take him as deep as possible.

“Fuck, I-“ Kurt realizes much too late and is now trying to slow his thrusts, feeling closer and closer to spilling inside you.

“I’m n-not wearing a condom.”

His eyes finally drag up from watching his cock piston in and out of your clenching heat. His brows are furrowed in a mix of worry and pleasure.

You moan at the distraught tone and worried gaze, walls clenching around the thick cock splitting you open. You lift your head up to nip at his earlobe, tongue darting out to smooth the sting.

“Doesn’t it feel good though?” You murmur in his ear, “feel how wet and tight my pussy is? You know you want to give it to me. Watch as your cum drips out, leave my hole a sticky mess.”

He moans out while his hips pump faster.

“That’s it, Kurtie,” you purr, eyes glinting in pleasure, “give it to me. Make me cum on your fat cock and I’ll let you cream this pretty pussy.”

Kurt groans and begins to thrust sloppily with abandon. His hips are now rabbiting into your squelching cunt. The couch creaks as you’re filled again and again, your g-spot battered with each thrust that has your toes curling in pleasure.

You let out a breathy moan, “Oh, fuck, I’m about to cum.”

Kurt clumsily slips a hand between you two and starts rubbing at your clit a little too roughly but eager to please; his inexperience is doing it for you though. Your orgasm crashes over you. Your clit throbs as your pussy walls clench rhythmically around the cock filling you causing Kurt to reach his peak as well.

His thrusts stutter into your pliant body as rope after rope of hot cum fills your spasming cunt. You feel his cock throb and kick inside you as your hole keeps milking him for every last drop of cum. He lets out a low moan as he continues to finish inside you.

“There’s so much,” you gasp out, loving the feeling of being pumped so full of Kurt’s hot cum.

“Y-yeah I always—there’s always a lot to clean up,” he blushes so hard the tips of his ears turn pink.

You hum a happy sound as your drag your nails through his messy hair, “I like it, Kurt.”

He looks at you with the most lovesick expression you’ve ever seen before shaking his head.

“This is—we shouldn’t have—“

You lean up and catch him unawares as you kiss him breathless. Kurt’s eyes widen in surprise but lets himself sink down into your body, kissing you back.

Pulling away you give a soft bite to his full lower lip.

“I wanted it, Kurt. And from the feel of it you did too,” you grin up at his flushed expression, “plus it’s pretty hot to get creampied.”

You felt his cock kick inside your well used pussy.

“Wanna go again?”

[slowdiived]

You asked for Kurt requests! so how about (some hc or fic whichever you prefer) Kurt with an s/o that is constantly praising him and giving him attention for things he does to help? Like even if it's not anything *super* helpful they'll still give him plentiful praise for being such a helpful good boy. Bonus points if Kurt becomes addicted to this kind of approval from them and reader figures out hes only fishing for compliments. Thanks love! >:3

YES PRAISE KINK KURT IS MY FAVORITE

he’s a star! 🌟 (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

cannon to my other stories :) smut mentions (boob sucking) but that’s about it for warnings💙

kurt came over and insisted that he could help take you to get your laptop fixed. you had went to open your macbook and of course, it didn’t turn on. you were pissed, this thing was so wishy washy most days but you relied on it heavily for vlogs and videos. he reassured you multiple times that he was fine with editing all the videos but it made you upset that he had to do all the work on his own.

you just didn’t have the right amount of time to go to the apple store and of course, who wants to go to the apple store? that was purgatory. it always feels like your brain is overloaded and melting once you stand there for five minutes. you explained that to kurt over the phone on the morning of your day off. he was quick to rush over to pick you up.

“hey,” you gave him a kiss on the cheek as he came in through the door. “give me like ten minutes before we leave, i have to finish getting ready.”

“that’s more than o-okay!” he said with a forgiving grin.

you run to your room and finish fixing up your hair, trying to do something with the lifelessness of it. once you were satisfied with it being in a low ponytail, you got your shoes on. the high top converse complimented your brown cargo pants and baggy red t-shirt. you smile at yourself and then run to the bathroom that was across the hall. once you got in there you noticed that you roommate’s cat had tipped over the bag of cat litter that sat next to it’s box.

“fuck dude!” you yelled, grabbing the cat and putting it in your roommate’s empty room.

you were pissed since you had to get to the appointment for your macbook in forty minutes. kurt ran over to make sure you were okay.

“i can clean that up for you,” he said as stress ran through your face. “where’s your broom?”

“no, i got it,” you started walking out of the bathroom until he catches your waist.

“no i’m serious,” he smiled. “i want to help my girl.”

you started blushing and rolled your eyes. a smile couldn’t escape your face.

“okay fine,” you point to the hallway closet. “it’s in there.”

he ran over to grab it and ran back to the bathroom. you sit on the toilet lid and watch him as he cleans up. he was pretty fast, scooping and sweeping it into the dustpan, then dumping it back in the bag.

“you are so helpful baby,” you say, your voice sweet and smooth. “you’re a fast cleaner.”

he perks up as he gets the last of it into the dust pan.

“yeah, my mom makes me clean a lot for her,” he set the bag up in a corner where the cat couldn’t push it over again. “i also clean my room everyday, i just like cleaning things.”

he washes his hands that were covered in litter and you let the cat back in. she meowed at you and rubbed against your leg. you gave her a few little pets, careful not to spoil her since you were still pissed at her.

“princess, do that again and i will never give you any catnip again,” you quietly mumble to her.

kurt giggled at you and shut the light off in the bathroom.

“are you ready to r-rock and roll?” he pulled his keys out and flicked them around his finger.

you rolled your eyes at the stupid saying and then walked towards the door. you went to open it but turned around to face kurt, placing your tote bag on the ground for a moment. you hug him, your hands wrapping around his waist in a tight hug. he full embraces it, his arms around your shoulders.

“you are too good to me,” you giggled into his chest. “thank you.”

“of course,” he pulls away and you give him a quick peck to his jaw.

-

the apple employee told you it would be a few hours until they could return the macbook so kurt took you around some stores. you guys had gotten something to eat and were ready to walk into target. you had a coffee in your hands and you both were walking up to the doors. before you knew it, a car whizzes by you super fast. it was super close to hitting you and you drop your coffee out of panic.

the liquid splashed back onto your pants and drenched your shoes. kurt had a grip on your waist from yanking you away from the car.

“today is just not my day.” you sighed, pissed off that your pants and shoes are now wet and smell like coffee.

he walked you to the main entrance that was out of the street.

“let’s get you a new pair of pants and shoes,” he said, his hand now wrapping on the back of your neck, his thumb on your jaw.

“i don’t think i have enough money to do that,” you sighed. “i’m gonna have to pay for my computer and stuff-“

“no, it’s on me (y/n),” he smiled, pulling your hand to go inside.

“no way,” you ran up to catch him as he lead you inside. “i can’t let you do that.”

he giggled.

“i will do anything for you, i promise it’s fine.”

he squeezed your hand to reassure you and your heart fluttered. you guys walked until you could find the women’s clothes and you went through the jeans. he held onto you, his arms snaking around the back of your waist. his hands pressed into your stomach and his head rested against your shoulder. he gave input on certain jeans that you pulled out, finally picking a pair of baggy ripped ones.

he was excited to buy you something. he hadn’t really spent his money on anything other than food for you. he wanted to shower you with gifts and love and help. he would do anything for you, he was dying to do anything for you. he loved the feeling of his chest whenever you told him ‘thank you’ or just praised him. he just never gets told thank you or shown any appreciation and when you show it, it fuels him.

you had picked out a pair of knock off slip on vans and headed to the self checkout. you scanned the items and kurt pulled out his card.

“thank you again baby,” you held onto his bicep. “you are such a good boyfriend.”

god! he could take you and fuck you on this register just for the beautiful words you play for his ears.

“i just like seeing you happy,” he put the receipt in his pocket. “i want to make you proud of me.”

“i am proud of you,” you gave him soft puppy eyes, your cheeks red. “i’ll always be proud of you.”

after that, you got changed and you guys went back to the car. you weren’t interested in most of the stores since you were tired and wanted to just get your computer and go have a lazy day at home.

kurt kept leaning over to the passenger seat to give you little kisses on your shoulder or your temple, making you giggle.

“you are needy today,” you placed a hand on his thigh. “a good needy boy.”

you laughed but his breath hitched. he smiled wide and bit his lip.

“i like when y-you call me that,” he said with a tone that warmed your entire body, just so sweet and innocent. “i want to be your g-good boy.”

you grabbed both sides of his face, leaning i’ve the center console.

“always.”

you kissed him after your reassurance, his hands set on your neck. you pull away to your phone ringing, your hand shooting to your back pocket and pulling it out. the apple store was calling.

“hello?” you answer shyly.

kurt watched you, studying your face and your eyes. he could get lost in them forever, drift away in the feelings and further explore. he loved the way your nose scrunched up when you said certain words or the way you nervously take your lip between your teeth. he couldn’t even focus on your words, just how much he cared about you.

you hung up the phone and his eyes were still love drunk on you.

“so they are keeping my computer overnight,” you said in a frustrated tone. “so we can just go back home and lay in bed or something.”

he heard your words but he just still kept his eyes on you.

“earth to kurt?” you laugh.

“what?” he grinned.

“let’s get home.”

he obliged and you guys set off. if kurt wasn’t here, you’d probably just be crying over how overwhelmed all the minor inconveniences felt today. you still felt exhausted as it was only two pm but having kurt next to you settled your nerves. you still felt like being quiet and you stared out the window and held kurt’s free hand.

once you got home, you guys ran to your room and shut the door. you fell back on your bed with a huge sigh.

“today sucked,” you mumbled out. “i just want to lay here forever.”

kurt leaned over you, his legs between yours.

“let me make you feel better,” he smiled, kissing you deeply.

you guys go at it for a moment but he pulls away, getting up. he goes to the shoes and pants you threw on the floor, picking them up and soon disappearing from the room. you sit up, confused to what he is doing.

you shrug it off and you get back up to take off the new jeans you bought to put on a pair of comfortable shorts. after you had kicked off your shoes, kurt comes back and you hear the washing machine starting.

“did you put my stuff in the washer?” you asked with a giant smile.

“of course!” he shut the door behind him.

you start taking off your pants and putting on the shorts. he sat on the bed and took off his shirt. he had finally gotten comfortable to be shirtless when you guys hung out. you loved it, kissing his stomach or his chest constantly.

you crawl up next to him and kissed the back of his shoulder. he smiled and turned to face you.

“c’mere,” he gestures with the motion of his head to his lap.

you sit on him and he starts pulling you close, kissing your neck slowly. it turned you on and was ticklish. he went down to your exposed collar bone and you let out little whimpers.

he soon tugs at your shirt and you pull it off, placing it next to you on the bed. he kisses all over your chest, then over the top of your breasts, making your whimpers turn into moans. he then gestures for you to lay on your back and you follow his instructions.

he starts kissing you all over, your stomach to your thighs, your arms and hands. he went all the way to your ankles. you giggled at how happy and sensitive it made you all feel.

“do you feel better?” he asks, a large grin plastered on him.

“you make me feel amazing,” you say, propping yourself on your elbows.

he smiles and starts kissing your chest area again only to pull your boobs out of your bra. you moan at the contact of his hand, every touch making your burn with lust.

he gently kisses your breasts, giving them equal attention. he then takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks gently. you throw your head back and grab a fist full of his slightly greasy hair.

“you are doing so good baby,” you moaned out, making sure he knew you were excited by his actions. “such a helpful good boy.”

that ignited a fire in him and he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel.

[thatbabygirlvem]

Can y'all Kunkle writers make an accurate fic? Don't make me do it. (Ppl will be real upset w me. So I'm asking u)

[theghostinyourwalls]

LET ME SEE IT

[loser4loserswhok1ll]

First Meetings + Touches With The Slashers

How you meet and how your first touch goes

Headcanons

Sfw, fluff, some angst, slashers learning how love works and sort of failing</3, GN reader

Includes: Martin Mathias, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers (RZ), Norman Bates, Kurt Kunkle

💉Martin Mathias

It was.. awkward.

you were spinning slowly on the roundabout thing at the park with Martin

it was late at night, pitch black out, and you guys were just existing together, talking only every now and then

youve done this since martin moved into town

you guys met when he delivered a package to your house and when you came to put it away for your mother you instantly wanted to know this kid

he looked around your age and you think he felt the same

so you guys just became friends and sat in the silence of the other like this often

you did most of the talking as Martin just watched silently, only chiming in every once in a while when something really caught his interest

at some point deep into a comfortably one sided conversation, your hand slid slightly and gently rested on his

you didnt notice, but oh god he did

he just stared at your hands and shifted uncomfortably but not in a disgusted or hateful way, more like a cautious and unsure way

it took a moment before you looked over and realized and you moved your hand back almost immediately

he just stared at you with those puppy eyes, mouth slightly open showing the tips of his front teeth (cute stuff yknow?)

You apologized but he just,,, stared. scanned you. observed you.

it took a moment before anyone spoke, and shockingly, it was him

"Its ok. your hands are warm.. s'okay. I promise." and he said it so soft and in that awkwardly boyish manner that he has

that made you smile gently, easing the tension, putting your hand back in its spot comfortably

it was a peaceful night and an even more peaceful comfort between you two

🗝Brahms Heelshire

the actual first time he touched you wasnt even when you were awake

that wall freak snuck into your room when you were asleep and petted you basically

but the first time when you were awake was when he decided it was finally time

he just couldnt wait to reveal himself any longer, he would go insane if he had to watch his goodnight kisses be wasted on some hollow porcelain again and again

he tried to be gentle, soft, tried not to scare you

of course you were damn near terrified to death

a tall and strangely muscular man just lumbered out of the wall, the very same walls youve spent months in between, months living with, and yet never once did you think they were a living space themselves

it took you time before you could calm down, painfully long before you even let brahms take a step closer to you

but when you let him, he was overjoyed

he gently grabbed you and nearly swallowed you with his arms, taking a very obvious and harsh sniff of your hair

that was the first of many lingering hugs and touches so you should probably adjust to this new life soon- for your own sanity

🔪RZ Michael Myers

oh, and make a new list of rules

you werent supposed to be there, actually

there was a halloween party going on at the myers house (and it wasnt even a good one smh)

you didnt want to go but your friends didnt want to walk alone (and they definitely needed a chaperone to walk them home)

so you walked them there, dropped them off, and gave them a time when youd be back to wrangle them (also chastising them for disrespecting the house and the myers family so horribly)

you had a nice evening to yourself, 0 worries, watching some slasher films alone (house of wax, wolf creek, house of 1000 corpses, yknow the good stuff)

time to get your friends unfortunately *sigh*

you turn off the tv and make your way to the myers house

there are.. a lot.. A LOT.. of police

in a panic you sprinted through every shortcut possible to make it there

one of those shortcuts was through bushes and in between neighboring houses fences

thats where you bumped into him

you looked up and froze, fear paralysis, staring at the blood splattered ghost white face- no- mask

from your end, you were sure you were gonna die

from michaels end, he didnt know what to do with you

he saw you ramble on about how these dumb drunks should just let the myers family rest and they were disrespecting them and blahblahblah

because of that he wasnt going to kill you

but here you guys are, body pressed on body, between bushes and fences, staring at eachother

he made the first move and you flinched and blocked your head with your arms instinctively

he didnt do anything, just left you there to collapse into a ball of fear and confusion

anyways he had to contemplate why he liked the warmth of your body against his so much (and why its been in his mind for weeks after the incident)

oh also ur friends are dead :p

🛎Norman Bates

you were just a normal guest

just passing through but it got late and it isnt safe to drive when youre so sleepy

so you pulled into the nearest motel you could find and low and behold its the bates motel!

you got your stuff and checked in

you just assumed norman was this shaky and nervous around everyone

norman knows hes not. at least not to the degree that you made him

god the moment he layed his little puppy dog eyes on you he was in shambles

you are the definition of what he desires

mothers pissed!

he helped you bring your stuff to your room and you guys talked about anything and everything

he invited you to eat dinner with him after you mentioned you hadnt eaten

you unfortunately refused because your exhausted tanked your hunger by a long shot

as he was going to leave you touched his arm gently, a friendly touch

you thanked him and he shakily gave a thank you back for choosing his motel and being so kind and being so gentle and for being so- he should really get going now before he rambles too much and loses his dignity, shouldnt he?

you laughed softly at his behavior and gave him a kind goodnight before closing the door and readying yourself to sleep

norman basically booked it back to his house

mother had an earful for him but he was so dazed and stupid from the things he was feeling for you

the absence of your warm fingertips on his arm made him crazy, he wanted longer touches and he wanted to feel that warmth endlessly

he was very adamant you stay in the bates motel again soon when you checked out the next morning (much to mothers dismay)

📱Kurt Kunkle

he was your spree driver (so unexpected ikr)

you got into his car when he pulled up and happily greeted him

he liked your kindness, he likes not awful people a ton

was real awkward with you but you didnt seem to mind (you were also a little awkward so it was like a mutual thing)

you asked him about the cameras and he told you it was for some webseries about safety as a driver or something (he said it very strangely so you kinda didnt trust him)

you leaned forward to talk with him more and you guys really hit it off

he thought you were cool, you thought he was a total weirdo

perfect match

the drive was painfully short though so you had to leave soon after you got in

when you got out you knocked on his window and complimented his service

you also gave him your number and he gladly took it

after exchanging numbers you placed your hand on his shoulder while thanking him

he went RED and stuttered out a 'your welcome' and also rambled about how hed love to drive you more often and stuff

after you left dude had to take a BREATHER

he wants you back in his car NEOW

rides the high that your touch gave him for the rest of the day (even a little bit the next day too)

[joekeeryswife]

hii can I get some kurt x reader fluff where she tells kurt that she's rlly into him and Kurt's in denial bc he thinks it has to be a joke but it's rlly fluffy and the readers promising she really likes him and he's all cute and shy 👀

“i like you” “no you don’t” - K.K

i’m sorry this is so short, i’ve had a lot going on today and it’s just messed me up a bit. hope this was okay <3

you were laying in bed with Kurt, his head on your chest as you played with the hair on the back of his neck. "that feels nice" he whispered as he closed his eyes. you laughed slightly and carried on playing with his hair. you sat there for at least another hour before Kurt decided it was time to do a vape review which he insisted you left the room for. you got up off the bed and decided to go talk to his mum who was sat on the sofa. "hey y/n, you okay?" she said, wondering what you were doing out of Kurt's room. usually when you were there, Kurt did not want to leave you alone. "oh yeah i'm fine, Kurt wanted to do a vape review so i left him to it" you said, sitting down next to her.

"oh i see, that boy and his bloody reviews." she laughed, you laughed too and nodded your head, agreeing with her. "i want to thank you y/n." she said, pausing the show she was watching. "what why?" you replied, you'd never really spoken to his mum but when you did, she was always kind to you. "you've made him so happy and i've never seen him like that." she said, patting your knee slightly. "oh no don't thank me, i really like him" you said, giving her a small smile. "y/n? you can come back now" he shouted. "i guess that's my cue to leave" you said, standing up from the sofa and walking back into Kurt's room.

"can i lay on you again?" he said as you walked to his bed, you nodded and laid down, he instantly got on top of you which made you laugh. "i really like you" you whispered as you kissed his forehead. he looked up from your chest and you saw the bright crimson blush which had covered his whole face. "what?" he said, now looking anywhere but at you. "i like you" you replied, you wanted him to know. he'd never had many friends growing up, let alone a girlfriend, so when a stunning girl like you had just told him that, he was in denial. "no you don't" he said, getting up off you, sitting next to you instead. "what? Kurt yes i do. do you really think i'd stay around if i didn't like you?" you said, he couldn't meet your eyes. no one had ever told them they like him and he was shocked that such a pretty girl like you liked him back.

he put his head in his hands and fell back onto your chest, shyness taking over him. "you're so pretty Kurt" you whispered, putting your arms around him. "stop it. you're making me blush" he said which made you laugh. he looked up from you, the bright red blush still covering his face. "why does someone like you, like someone like me?" he said, it sounded like a genuine question which broke your heart. "what do you mean a girl like me and someone like you?" you said, stroking his cheek softly. "what i mean is, hoe can a girl as smart, pretty, caring as you like someone like me? a greasy weirdo who isn't famous." he said. you didn't like it when he spoke down on himself. "do you really think i care about you not being famous? Kurt i like you for you. please don't talk bad about yourself love, i don't like it" you said, your eyes never leaving his figure. "does that mean you really like me?" he whispered.

"of course i do Kurt." you said, giving him a genuine smile. once he saw that he lent down into your chest again. "you're really pretty" you carried on. "again, stop it you're making me blush. i'm the one who should be making you blush" he replied, pushing his head further into your chest. you laughed out loud and pulled his face to look at you. you lent in for a kiss which he gladly reciprocated and once you pulled away you put your hand on his cheek. "i want to be your boyfriend" he said, scanning your face. you smiled brightly and nodded your head. "i want to be your girlfriend" you replied. he smiled and fell back into your neck. he was shy but you loved him.

[tooearlyforthis]

Hey!💖

I have a request (it might be to basic)

I can't stop thinking about Steve comforting y/n after a nightmare about him getting hurt, and I'm imagining him all sweet, he doesn't know what to say but he tries his best

I just need that kind of fluff🥺

Thank you in advance and i just followed you byw

Hey! Sorry for the extremely late reply. I’m going to assume you’re talking about Steve Harrington based on your pfp but if this was meant for Steve Rogers I apologize in advance! I also made the reader a Hawkins lab baby I hope that was okay!

I Love You and I Like You | Steve Harrington

Pairing: bf!Steve Harrington x powered!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Synopsis: After waking up over and over again from the same awful nightmare, Y/n finally confides in her boyfriend what's wrong.

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Hawkins lab reader, tiny moment inspired by Parks and Rec

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It was hard to let the past stay in the past, especially when every year it seemed to resurface. Y/n thought that Dr. Brenner was long gone, burning in whatever hellscape he went to in the afterlife. That’s what Eleven had told her, that’s what she had believed. It wasn’t true, however, and after the events of summer break, the past finally caught up to her.

Although they had finally defeated the big bad of the upside down, hopefully for good this time, that didn’t stop the pain she felt from staying with her. Ever since then, she had been starting to get the most awful and visceral nightmares - worse than she ever had before. 

Watching as the vines wrapped around Steve’s throat, they pulled him to the wall of the Creel house. Y/n held out her hand, trying to stop them, to untangle them with her mind. But as she strained her muscles, to pull energy from every part of her body, nothing happened. She forced her hand out again, waiting for that familiar feeling to run through her bones -but again, nothing occurred. Steve continued to choke, his face getting whiter by the second. She so desperately wanted to run after him, to pull him off the wall and hold him until he was okay. It was hard resisting, knowing that if she touched them she would meet the same fate. 

Continuing to try,  she held up her hand again, waiting for her powers to flood out, saving the person she cared for most. Nothing ever happened, not even a whisper of movement. She screamed, watching as Steve’s body went limp, the light leaving his eyes. 

Before her knees hit the floor, she was jolting up in bed, gasping for air. 

“Woah, woah, hey,” Steve said, sitting up as he tried to get out of his sleepy daze. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

Still trying to catch her breath, Y/n shook her head, feeling her boyfriend slump around her in relief. “I-I’m okay,” she finally said. 

“Are you sure? I could get you some water or-“

“-I’m good, Steve,” she persisted. “Can we just- go back to sleep?”

“Y-yeah, sure,” he said, laying down next to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, letting his nose get buried in her hair. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Y/n paused for a moment. Growing up in a lab, surrounded by other grumpy telepaths and mean scientists, trained her to suppress their emotions. And even though it had been almost six years since she escaped, she still found herself hesitant to open up to others - even her boyfriend of almost a year. 

“I just wanna go back to sleep,” she told him. Turning her head, she turned to look at him. “I love you and I like you.”

Giving her a quick kiss, he repeated, “I love you and I like you.”

It was something they had been saying for most of their relationship. After one of their dates at Benny’s Diner, Steve awkwardly held her hands in the parking lot and blurted out I love you and I like you. Y/n remembered smiling so wide it almost hurt. She was his first relationship after Nancy, after being told he and the first girl he loved had a bullshit relationship. That “King Steve” swagger wasn’t as strong and if she was being true with herself, it was the only reason she agreed to go on a date in the first place. 

So when those awkward words left his mouth making him question everything about their relationship up until that point, it was such a relief when she repeated them back to him. From that day, on it became a constant in their lives and it still made her smile every time he said it. 

She felt him inch closer to her, snuggling close as if a hug would fix her problems. To be honest, it was kind of working. The comfort of his touch, the knowledge that he was safe beside her - there was no need to stress him out more when this was enough. 

Letting sleep take her once more, she tried her best to dream of better times. 

🎬🎬🎬

The second time she woke up with a nightmare later that week, Steve was a little more persistent. He held her as they sat up in bed, arms wrapped around her back. 

“Please tell me what’s going on I hate seeing you like this,” he pleaded with her, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she began to calm down. “If you tell me I-I could try and help, maybe take some of the stress off of you.”

Y/n shook her head, rubbing her hands against her eyes. “No, it’s nothing just…I’m going to go wash my face off. Just need some cold water.”

Before Steve could argue she was up and out of the bed, walking over to the bathroom attached to her room. The water was colder on her face, refreshing her immediately. It helped a little, letting her think of another place where Vecna wasn’t creeping around every corner. 

Turning back to the door, she paused. Maybe she could stay in the bathroom a little longer. Steve was an amazing boyfriend and a persistent one at that. She didn’t need his questions or searches for answers when she knew he had nightmares himself. Putting that weight on him was something she couldn’t bare. 

He knew she was a test subject from the lab, the same as El, but that’s not what bothered her. It was the constant reassurance that everything was going to be okay because she was a test subject. Her powers could disappear one day, the same way they did with El, and she didn’t know if she could be the hero without them. 

For now, she would keep her nightmares to herself. For now, she could ease the minds of the people around her. 

🎬🎬🎬

Family Video was packed for a Wednesday afternoon. Y/n and Eleven perused the isles for a film for movie night. Every so often she would look out to see Steve on the other side of the store helping a customer. He had smiled at them when they came in, the store being so full he hadn’t had time to say hello.

Y/n stuck her head out for another time, getting lost in her thoughts as she stared off to see if he was still working - he was, trying to hold back a yawn as he did so. She had stayed over again the previous night, having yet another nightmare. He tried again to comfort her, to be there by her side, and once again she had pushed him away. She stared off at him, trying to convince herself that keeping him at an arm's distance from her problems was for the best. 

As she continued to debate in her mind, she was pulled out of thought by the shake of her arm.

“Sorry, El what were you saying before?”

“Is this movie okay for tonight?” Eleven asked. 

“Y-yeah sure that’s fine,” she replied, taking one more quick glance at Steve. 

Eleven sighed, setting the movie down. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

“What?”

“All you do is stare off at Steve like you two don’t already spend every waking moment together. So, what’s the problem?”

Y/n looked at her little sister in shock. Since when did she become so perceptive? “I…” she began, looking back before pulling El further down the aisle. “I’ve been having nightmares again. Steve keeps dying and I don’t have my powers to save him.”

“Oh,” Eleven said, her face softening.

“Yeah…Do you ever have these dreams? Like you’re going to lose everything close to you?”

“All the time.”

Y/n stared at her surprised. “Really?”

Eleven nodded. “It’s always Mike being taken by the demogorgon and there’s nothing I can do to help. No powers, nothing…then Papa shows up taunting me.”

“I guess this is just normal for us then?”

“I don’t know…” Eleven responded softly. “What does Steve think about these dreams?”

“Oh, I haven’t told him. He has enough to deal with already he doesn’t need my nightmares too. Why? Did you tell Mike about yours?”

“Yeah,” Eleven said so nonchalantly. 

“Yeah?” Y/n questioned. “Just that easy?”

She shrugged. “Mike helps me get through them, he’s there for me and I’m there for him. It might help to tell Steve.”

Y/n looked down at the floor, trying to avoid answering her sister. Ever since Hopper finally loosened up on his rules, letting Eleven finally see more, she had become more worldly. Her vocabulary improved, and so did her fashion and of course, her advice. Curse El for being so mature for her age, she was right, Y/n had to tell Steve about her nightmares. 

Just not today. 

After renting the movies, and Steve making jokes with Eleven, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. “I’ll see you after your movie night right?” he asked.

Nodding, she replied, “Yeah, I’ll see you then.”

She leaned over the counter and gave her a quick kiss, a smile forming on his face as they parted. “I love you and I like you,” he whispered. 

She smiled against his forehead. “I love you and I like you.”

Waving goodbye, Y/n followed her sister out of the store. She felt nervous to tell her boyfriend about all the negative thoughts that had been plaguing her since they defeated Vecna. He was so sweet and she knew he would never judge her but still, she never wanted to burden him with her nightmares….

🎬🎬🎬

It happened again.

Gasping for breath Y/n woke up once more from a nightmare. Before she could even process her surroundings, curled up in her boyfriend’s bed, she felt his arms wrapped around her. Steve slowly leaned into her side, one hand caressing her hair in an attempt to calm her down. 

“I got you, it’s okay,” he cooed. “It was just a dream.”

No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t control her breathing. She felt her heart beating out of her chest, the feeling of panic rising higher than it ever had before. Steve tried again to calm her down, continuing to hold her but it wasn’t helping. 

Quickly, she stood up out of his grasp, shaking her arms out as she paced in his room. “Honey it’s okay, everything is going to be fine,” he said softly. 

Y/n nodded, continuing to walk throughout the room, wanting the feeling to go away. She pushed her hair out of her face, sighing as she sat down on the end of his bed. With her head hidden in her hands, she felt Steve settle down next to her. 

“I’m sorry,” she said, looking up at him. “I-I don’t know why this keeps happening.”

“You don’t need to apologize for anything, nightmares are normal, especially after what we went through.” He reached over, placing her hands in his. “You can talk to me about them okay? There’s no reason to hide.”

“I don’t want you to stress. Like you said, it was a lot that we went through I couldn’t dump my problems onto you.”

“You’re not dumping your problems onto me. Please, tell me what happens, I want to help. I-I read in this book that talking through nightmares helps with the stress and makes you less likely to have them again.”

Y/n couldn’t help but let a small smile form on her lips. “You read a book about nightmares?”

Steve nodded. “I was trying to find something to help you, I’ve been worried sick since you won’t talk to me about any of it. Trust me, it helps. Just start with tonight's dream okay? What happened?”

Had he really read a book for her? She knew her boyfriend well, he was never the studious type and didn’t care for reading all that much. But the fact that he did it just to help her made her heart feel warm. Slowly nodding, she finally gave in and listened to his and El’s advice. 

“Yeah, okay,” she started. Steve shifted in front of her, ready to help his girlfriend out in any way needed. “I-I pretty much only get one nightmare. It’s always Vecna, strangling you, and my powers are gone. There’s nothing I can do to help you I-I just have to sit there and watch you die…”

She felt tears dripping down her cheeks when she spoke. Taking her hands out of his, she brought them up to her face to wipe the tears away. 

“Oh sweetie,” he said, leaning in to hug her tight. “I’m not going to die.”

“You don’t know that! Every year we face this thing and every year we are closer to death. Max ended up in the hospital this time I…What if I lose my powers as El did? I might not be able to get them back now that the Nina Project is over.”

Y/n felt her chest start to rise again, hyperventilating as just thought about what could happen if she couldn’t protect him. Steve released her from his hug, settling his hands on both of her shoulders.

“You don’t need your powers, Y/n. You are so much more than them. And so what if you lose them? That doesn’t mean you’re useless,” Steve tried to reason with her but it was clear nothing was going to help right now. “How about we list our favorite places in Hawkins, yeah?”

She looked at him, confused at what he was getting at. Nevertheless, he started listing places. 

“I like the lake, Family Video, your bedroom-“

“Steve!”

“What it’s true!” he exclaimed. “Okay, what about we try dancing, huh? Getting all the jitters out.”

He stood up, waiting for her to follow. Y/n sat still on his bed, still trying to control her breathing. Before she knew what was happening, Steve was doing the worst dance moves she had ever seen in her life. If she could guess that dance, it would probably be closest to the Irish jig. She watched as her boyfriend shuffled across the floor of his room, trying to keep her distracted. 

In his defense it was starting to work, especially when he tripped over his own feet, falling to the floor. Y/n burst out laughing, watching as he snuggled to get back up, rubbing his shins. 

“Get back up here, dummy,” she told him. As he sat back down next to her, she left her head resting on his shoulder. 

“You know I love you, right?” he said softly, making her look up into his eyes. “Nothing could keep up apart. Not even Vecna.”

Nodding, Y/n replied, “I know.” And for the first time, she actually believed it. She stretched forward, slowly capturing his lips on his. They were soft as she gently kissed her back, pulling her closer to his chest. As they separated, she let her head rest back on his shoulder. “I love you and I like you.”

Steve smiled, leaning into her. “I love you and I like you.”

[officerrrfriendly]

Hi loves!! the verdict is in from yesterday’s poll and option C won 🤭 understandably honestly.

lots of soft loser nerdy boy with occasional slutty glasses appearance wins and will be be making it to your screens very very soon :))

chapter three and four should be coming out tomorrow!!

[justmeinadaze]

A Toxic Lesson Part 2 (Kurt X Y/N)

A/N: After promising it forever, I finally bare you a part 2. I saw an interview the other day where Joe said he had like a tub of oily hair product they kept to make his hair look the way it does in the film lol Still a sexy boy with dem big hands <3.

Warnings: Kurt is a toxic boy! This relationship is definitely not a healthy one! He gaslights her constantly and through out the two stories her mind slowly slips from ration to irrational. If this triggers you I INSIST YOU DO NOT READ!

SMUT, he is a bit rough with some dominate, strongly possessive behavior, dirty talk, ANGST, all of it. The murders in the film are glossed over till we get to the one in this story. Like the first story I changed some of the dialogue because...I mean you get it...his passenger is a sexist douchebag lol, his death is briefly described but not lingered on. Another death is described in a bit more detail but not too much (if you've seen the film you know; those bottom pics in the picture above is a hint).

Again, Kurt is NOT a good boy. He does get a bit rough with the reader, shoving her against a wall when she mentions something he doesn't like, she talks about her feelings (feeling like this is her fault somehow, wondering if there was more she could have done, etc), Kurts toxic upbringing is mentioned briefly. I think that's everything but alas... if you watched the movie and read my last story you should know what your walking into!

Word Count: 4141

Part 1

You remained silent for the next couple of rides Kurt picked up but your eyes were always scanning him over. What happened? How did he get to this point? Was it something you missed or could have prevented? He had always had a rough childhood with his parent’s divorce and his dad’s drug habit. He felt that strong need to take care of his mother but she always felt so absent. Most of the time Kurt was alone…which was part of the reason you assumed he needed to have so many followers. He needed to be seen, to be loved. 

Maybe my love wasn’t enough…I could have given him more; supported him harder. I should have found a way to give him what he needed. 

As the car stopped at a red light, he turned to glance at you noticing your glazed over look. His soft hand reached out to lightly grip your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him and when his thumb caressed your cheek, a pleasant sigh left your lips. 

“I love you, Kurt.”

His smile melts your heart before the Spree app dings for his next passenger reminding you both of what he was doing. The next person he picked up was a complete douchebag. Any time Kurt tried to say something kind, the man cut him off saying he had somewhere he needed to be and that he needed to “shut the fuck up.”

“HEY! There’s no reason for you to be an asshole! Either be nice or YOU shut the fuck up.”

“Ugh. Control your fucking woman, dude.”

“Hey, alright, come on now. We show women respect.”

“I’ll show her some fucking respect…”, the man grumbled under his breath. 

Your eyes rolled as he continued to complain, even more so when Kurt accepted the call to pick up another passenger. As soon as she got in the car, you liked her. She put the asshole in his place and your boyfriend seemed really interested in her when it came to her career. While the man kept trying to hit on her, Kurt asked her questions and you watched as his whole demeanor changed converting back to that goofy kid you fell in love with. 

“Um, sir, are you a twitter bot or is there a real live human boy in there?”

Kurt blinked as he nervously laughed. “I’m as real as you. I don’t…”

Your jaw clenched as you held in the urge to snap at her. She didn’t know him like you did or what he had been through. In this moment, he was genuinely being kind to her and she was mocking him. What was worse was he also genuinely didn’t seem to get that she was. 

“…you becoming Insta famous has made you a total bitch.”

Kurt slammed on the breaks causing everyone to fly forward as he turned to face the other man. 

“Out!”

You listened to everyone argue before the woman got out of the car and splashed the man with water from her bottle and tossing it at his rear window. Gasping as some of the water hit you, Kurt immediately turned to you, his large palm cupping your cheek as he wiped the liquid away from your lips. 

“Just drive, asshole!”

Kurt’s eyes shifted like it had with the others but instead of panicking, you tilted forward crashing your lips to his. 

“Jesus fucking Christ! Unless this is going to be a three way, can we get a move on so I can fuck my own girl!”

Heavily sighing, Kurt pulled away from you but held your hand as he began to drive again. As he headed for another secluded area, he managed to get the man out of his vehicle as the rider proclaimed obnoxiously that he needed to go to the bathroom. When he turned towards you with that slanted, cocky smile, you knew. 

“Won’t it ruin the car?”

Your boyfriend’s grin grew as he shook his hair away from his eyes and turned his whole body so he could see behind him as he reversed. The thud made you jump as the man rolled over the top and down over the hood. Kurt tilted his head as he watched the body slide off the windshield and onto the dirt.

This time he was surprised when he felt your small hand graze the bulge in his sweatpants. Kurt’s murder filled eyes met your lust filled ones before you lean over to passionately kiss him. His mouth hums against yours as you move your palm faster against him and he rapidly reaches for the waistband of his pants to shove them down just enough to free his cock.

“Wait. Shit. I almost forgot.” As he begins reaching for his phone to turn off the cameras, you grab his wrist. 

“You…you can leave them on if you want to.”

His long, fingers snaked behind your head as his lips trailed up your jawline to the shell of your ear that was furthest from the cameras in front of you. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. No one can see or have your body except me. If I wanted to fuck you in front of these people I would have done it already.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry if I upset you, baby.”

The fingers Kurt had tangled in your hair abruptly tugged you back, forcing you to look up at him. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to be afraid of me? Hm?”

“I-I-I’m not afraid of you. Not anymore. I just don’t want you to be upset or unhappy.”

Kurt’s eyes soften as he leans forward to kiss your forehead before pressing buttons on his phone to turn off all the cameras.

“As long as I’m with you, baby, I’m happy. I love you so much.” Hearing him say that had a giddy feeling course through your veins. Without looking away, you lick your palm, and he moans as you stroke his length.

Roughly, he unbuttons your jeans and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth making you gag. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Choke on my fingers. Get them nice and wet.”

Removing them with a desperate pop from your lips, his massively large palm slid under the waistband of your underwear making you groan as he thrust his digits inside of you.

Your forehead fell onto his shoulder and that safe feeling washed over you as you inhaled his scent reminding you of nights he held you when he spent the night talking about the future. Those nights when he would tell you all the things he was going to buy you when he became famous, not realizing that as long as you were with him you had everything you wanted. 

Hearing him grunt in your ear, you pumped your hand faster around him as his free hand clung to the back of your neck holding you tighter to him. 

“Y-yes, Y/N. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

Kurt tugged your hair so his lips could find yours till he let go and came in your hand. His own rhythm slowed only for a moment before he pumped his fingers hastily as he kissed your cheek. You clung to him as you panted and the coil snapped. 

“Good…good girl, baby. Are you ok?” You nod as you lean back and try to catch your breath. “Come on. I need to get gas and I can get you something to drink.”

#############

You leaned blissfully against his shoulder as he scrolled through his phone to look up the young lady he previously had in his car pausing for a moment to light up the interior with a big grin that had you smiling as well. 

“She’s got good content.”

“Yeah, I just don’t like the way she talked to you.”

“Aw.”, he coos as he kisses your nose, beaming when your smile grows. “It’s just how influencers talk to each other, honey. It’s ok. She has a show tonight…too bad we can’t go.”

You hold his hand the rest of the way until you stop at a gas station and get out with him to stretch your legs. Hearing him mutter under his breath, you assumed he was talking to the camera which wasn’t abnormal for him until you heard him raise his voice. 

“Yeah, Bobby! That’s because people know we’re on a break right now!”

You chose to remain silent since the last time you brought up his relationship with Bobby he got exceptionally angry. It killed you, though, as he paused to look at his phone and his face fell. He shouted at the screen making you jump before you both finally noticed the cop on the other side getting gas as well. 

As he continued to talk, you scanned the car, and froze when you noticed blood on the front bumper. Kurt followed your eyeline and as nonchalantly as possible leaned against his hood, pulling your sleeve so you could lean against his chest. You held him tightly as your thoughts spiraled into everything that could go wrong if this cop decided to dig further. Your boyfriend felt your fear and ran his palm along your back as he tried to comfort you.

“Seriously, Y/N, leave this loser.”, the little computer voice mocked from his phone. 

“Fuck. Off. Bobby!”, you growled. 

“Leave her alone. She’s been through a lot today.”

As the cop went about his business, Kurt kissed your cheek as they continued their back and forth and you cleaned the front of his car.  

Opening his trunk, he pulled out one of his earlier victims open house signs and tossed them in the trash. 

“What about your promise to me, Bobby! I haven’t seen anything from you! Get in the car, Y/N.”

You do as he commands watching with sympathetic eyes as he slams his trunk and climbs back in beside you. 

“Is-Is he still going to help, Kurt?”

Furiously, he slams his hands against the steering as he sighs in frustration. 

“I’m giving it my all here, goddamn it! Why can’t I get ahead!?”

Carefully, you reach out to brush some of the hair under the Kurt’s World Hat he put on behind his ear. 

“You always give 100%, baby. It’s going to get better. THINGS will get better.”

His wild eyes meet yours before he softly smiles and playfully puts one of his hats on your head. 

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, sweetheart. I don’t think I could have done this alone.”

***

Your mood drastically changed after his last ride/kill and you were angry. First, Kurt insisted you sit in the back with these pretentious people while their friend sat beside him and continuously touched some part of his body like his arm or even his face. Then he drove like a maniac through the streets until heading for his next destination where not only did these two people die violently next you but you watched him kill someone with his own hands like it was nothing.

Of course, who’s the first person he calls afterwards?

“I just got the most epic kill! It was a triple KO! Bobby!”

And of course, Bobby wasn’t amused as he belittled him and everything Kurt was doing. Your boyfriend angrily grabbed his wet wipes from the console and you push back as far from him as you could as he reached over to clean the extra blood off the door beside you. As the phone disconnected and he exited the carwash he finally focused his attention on you. 

“What’s got you so fucking pissed off?” Ignoring him you continue to glare out the window. “Go ahead, Y/N. Out with it! Is it how my friends fucking suck? Or maybe something wrong with my content? Please! Tell me! May as well kick me while I’m fucking down.”

You wanted to scream at him, smack him, or anything else you could think of to hurt him as much as you were hurting but you knew none of that would get through. Rolling down your window, you took off your Kurt’s world hat and tossed it out into the street.

“Hey! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck!?”

“Fuck. You! After everything I’ve done for you and you disrespect me like that!?”

“Like what?!”

“Now this is entertaining.”, the female voice on his phone pings. 

“SHUT UP, BOBBY!”, you both shout in unison.

At a stop light, you got out of the car and power walked up the street to get away from him.  His tires skidded as he parked and ran out to follow you.

“Come on, Y/N. Stop. Talk to me.”, he begged as he tried to block your path with his body. 

“You let that bitch touch you!”, you shouted as you pushed his chest. “’Oh my god. Don’t listen to them. I think you’re a badass.’” Kurt rolls his eyes as you mock the woman’s voice. “Don’t roll your eyes at me! How would you feel if someone was flirting with me and touching my body or face?! You wouldn’t like it would you?!”

“Y/N, I didn’t even notice! All I care about is the fucking lesson!”

“Wow! What a surprise! You only care about your fucking channel and not my feelings! You’re just like your fucking dad!”

He moved in a blur, his eyes darkening as he pushed you against the building behind you. 

“I am nothing like that deadbeat.”, he growled.

“All you father cares about are his fucking records and never gave a damn about you or your mom.” You shove him again and he lets you go. “I didn’t like seeing her touch you but more than anything it hurt me that you didn’t tell her to fuck off. Also…” You hugged your arms around your body. “It scared me a little watching you kill her…like that.”

Kurt sighs as your head hangs and he watches you cry. “Come here, baby.”, he coos as he wraps his arms around you. “I’m so sorry I made you feel like I don’t care about you or your feelings. I seriously didn’t notice she was flirting. Y/N, it took me years to even realize that you had a crush on me.” He smirked when he felt you lightly giggle against him. Tugging you back, his palms gently cup your face. “I would never hurt you like that either. YOU have always supported me. YOU have always been there for me. YOU are my number one fan. I don’t want anyone else and I didn’t mean to scare you. Bobby said to add ‘WTF moments’.”, he shrugged.

“Kurt…you said you care about my feelings…please hear me when I tell you that he doesn’t care about you. He doesn’t want to help you. I’m so tired of watching you hurt because he’s not following through with promises he made you.”

Intertwining his fingers with yours, he led you back to the car and began driving again. You noticed he didn’t turn his Spree app back on as he began heading to what seemed like no apparent destination as he scrolled through that young lady’s Instagram again. You were so focused on him and listening to him mumble that you didn’t realize where you were until he parked again.

“I hope you’re watching this, Bobby.”

***

Bobby was extremely annoyed when he opened his front door and saw you both on his front porch. Kurt said they needed to talk but the other boy kept brushing him off. As he tried to slam the door on you two, your boyfriend blocked it with his foot. 

“Just remember you asked for this. Sorry, Y/N.”

Bobby tapped his camera and suddenly began streaming making you fume. What made you even more angry was the insults he hurled in Kurt’s direction as he began to sway, trying to seem like he wasn’t hurt by what the boy was saying. Sure, Bobby was a kid but he was old enough to know that what he was saying was rude and selfish. Kurt watched him grow up and was there for him for most of his life. Who did this little shit think he was?

You listen as Kurt announced his plans for the lesson but as Bobby mocked him again, he become incredibly quiet, flashing you an almost sad smirk as he reached into his pocket, and produced a knife. 

The man you fell in love, who was your first everything, and was the reason for your happiness through most of your life charged forward stabbing the person he once called his friend in the stomach. You listened to them wrestle before gun shots suddenly rang out and you ducked down on your knees as you covered your ears. 

Everything became silent and you jumped when you felt hands grab your arms. 

“Are you ok? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” You shook your head as your hands ran over your body to double check. As he kissed your forehead, he showed you the screen on his phone. “Look, honey. We’re in the double digits now.”

***

“Look, baby, oh my god. Triple digits! Hi. Hello, everyone.”

Even though Kurt had made a big deal earlier today about people seeing your body, he still began streaming with you both naked in the shower. He did keep the camera up high enough not to show anything and made sure you were pressed against his chest with his arm protectively around you to make sure you didn’t move in a direction that would expose your breasts. Like a child, you clung to him, completely terrified of everything that just happened. A normal human being would be scared that the person they were in love with just murdered someone but you were too far gone into the moment. You were more concerned that he almost got shot than anything else.

“Guys, no!”, he chuckles. “I didn’t kidnap her…you’re so funny. No, this my girlfriend. We’ve been best friends since like kindergarten and together for over 10 years! 10 years! Can you believe that?! She’s been my number one fan since day one of Kurt’s World and she’s always supported me. I love her so much.”

His eyes look down to meet your big doe ones as you stare up at him as if he hung the moon. Kurt was acknowledging you and finally admitting how much of part you played in him starting his channel. You gave him the courage and support to follow his dreams and he was finally bestowing on you the recognition you felt you deserved. The adoration and loyalty he always seemed to have towards Bobby was now focused on you and your heart melted. 

“I love you, baby.”, he cooed, sloppily kissing your lips before turning to address the camera again. Your mouth attached to his body, tracing up his chest till you reached his neck up to the outer shell of his ear. 

“I need you to fuck me, Kurt. Please.”, you whispered. 

You heard his confident voice faulter for a moment and after wrapping up what he was saying to his new viewers, turned off the stream, and tossed his phone on the floor outside of the shower door. 

His now free palm held the back of your head as he kissed your lips passionately while you clung to his neck. 

“I love you, Kurt. I was so scared that he was going to shoot you.”

“Aw, honey. Nothing is going to kill me tonight. Tonight, I’m invincible and so are you. I would never let anyone hurt you.” Turning you around, he placed your back to his chest as his hands roamed your body. While one skated over your tits, the other found its way between your legs. “Fuck…so fucking beautiful. I love that you’re mine.”

Kurt’s fingers pressed against your clit and you moaned loudly as your own palm looped between you both so you could stroke his cock.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you, baby… about Bobby.” You shook your head, not wanting to even hear his name anymore especially after he slid two of his fingers inside of your core. “You were right. You’re always right.”

“K-Kurt, I need you inside of me. Please!”

Grunting, he roughly turned you around and lifted you in his arms as he carried you to his former friend’s gigantic bed. He fell on top of you but you hastily turned him onto his back as you straddle his waist and guided his length inside of you.

“Fuck me.”

Your palms steadied yourself against his chest as you bounced on top of him, groaning as his mushroom tip constantly grazed that spot that had your eyes rolling. Memories flashed through your brain of you two growing up and everything you both had experienced together. You never could have anticipated that your relationship would have led you here but now that you were you couldn’t let him go. He needed you. Right?

“Kurt? I love you.”

“I-I love you to, baby. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

“You…you need me right?”

His strong hands took hold of your hips forcing you to stop moving as your eyes met his. Wrapping one arm around you, he held you close to him as he pushed up onto his knees and adjusted your legs so they’d be more comfortable. 

Your boyfriend’s lips tenderly kissed your own as he gripped your behind and maneuvered you till you grinding against him again. 

“I do need you, Y/N. I always needed you. Where would I—mmm—where would I be without you?”

“P-Promise me, you…you won’t get hurt tonight. Please.”, you whimpered as your palms clung to his neck. “Please, I don’t know…what I’d do without you, baby.”

“I promise. You and I are both safe. Anyone even thinks about fucking hurting you…”, he growls as his eyes shut and press his forehead to your chest. 

“Tell me, Kurt. What will happen?”

Abruptly flipping you on to your back, your head hangs over the edge as his mouth attaches to your neck making you moan loudly as his tongue licks your skin. 

“I’ll tear them apart. I’ll make them wish they were never born.”

Kurt’s hips slam violently into your own, pushing him so deep inside of you that you swear you feel him pushing into your tummy. His thick hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as his face hovers just above yours while he continues to whisper. 

“You’re mine, Y/N. All mine. If anyone tried to hurt you or take you away from me I’ll make them regret it. They’ll beg and plead but—fuck—nothing they say will be enough because you’re my angel. I-I know that look. Cum on my cock, baby.”

Your nails drag down his skin as you scream his name. Slowing his pace, he pounds into you hard until he feels you tighten around him as you cum. 

“Good girl. My good girl. You always look so pretty like this. What are you doing with me, sweetheart?”

You lazily stroke his cheek as you watch his mouth fall open while he chases his high.

“I love you, Kurt. You’re mine to. Please, fill me up. I want you to feel good to. You deserve it.”

His damp hair falls in front of your eyes as he groans and clings to your body as you feel him warm your insides. You both lay there quietly for a moment as you try to catch your breaths before he hears you giggle underneath him. 

“Honey, your hair is wet and sticking to my face.”

Your boyfriend lifts up on his elbows as he scans your features trying to get a read on where you are emotionally. 

“Oh, yeah? This hair?” You laugh as he shakes his head like a dog sprinkling water all over you as you try to push away from him. Kurt playfully wrestles with you till you both fall against the pillows and he pleasantly sighs as he pulls you to his chest. “I’m going to buy you a house like this one day. We’ll fill it with cooler stuff than this and after we get married, we’ll have a ton of kids and we’ll raise them to be nice not assholes like Bobby…”

As he continued to talk about your futures, you watch him with wide ecstatic eyes. Usually, you were the one talking about things like this while he constantly brought up his channel or becoming famous. Your heart soared at the mention of marriage and kids but as your fingers ran delicately over his skin, you had to suffocate that little voice in the back of your head that kept screaming tonight would end with you two being in a cell or dead.

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[ddejavvu]

I’d let Kurt Kunkle put his mouth on my boobs because I know for a fact that’s one of the first things on his bucket list

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he doesn't even know what to do with em at first. he's seen his fair share of porn, he's addicted to the stuff, but the moment your bra comes off he's braindead. your nipples aren't hard, but they easily stiffen in the exposed air, and you tweak em a bit to get em going, too. and he just watches you rub your tits, pinching and stroking at your nipples until they're hard for him. he's watching with his lips ever-so-slightly parted, totally dumbfounded.

you talk to him, you call his name, probably giggle when there's no response, but the sound of a fucking explosion couldn't tear his eyes away from your tits. when he finally gets back to his senses enough to reach out and touch them he just ghosts his fingers ever-so-softly against them, shivering the same as you do when he brushes a finger over your nipple. it's ticklish, sensitive, and you jerk slightly in place, a wayward giggle falling from your lips that's part moan.

the only time he looks away from your tits is to glance up at you for permission to put his face all over them, like that's not exactly why you took your top off in the first place. you nod, and he leans forwards, letting his parted lips just brush over your skin. he doesn't suck on them right away, doesn't go right in with his tongue out, he just moves his mouth over them, completely frozen. it's only when your nipple breaches his parted lips and slips into his mouth that he finally takes initiative, and he'll never admit it but he totally whimpers the first time he wraps his chapped lips around your perky little nipple.

once the tongue is out it doesn't go back in. he's sloppy with it, dragging it haphazardly and randomly over your skin, leaving shiny trails of hot saliva in its wake. he pays special attention to your underboob 'cause it's warm and sweaty and smelly and he's nasty like that, wants to drink it right out of your skin. probably spends an embarrassing amount of time just burying his nose beneath your tits and inhaling. you think he might suck the skin right off of you with the way he's breathing you in.

really, all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the ride. he does like it when you smash them together around his head to suffocate him. maybe push 'em together a little bit so he can fuck them as a treat. and stick your tongue out so he can aim for it with his tip. as an extra treat.

[little-strawberry100]

Can you do a kurt kunkle x Male reader who helps kurt murder his victims and instead of Jessie killing kurt the reader kills Jessie and then kurt kisses him

Kurt Kunkle X Male Reader

Summary: You've been best friends with Kurt about your whole life and he drags your into his get famous scheme to murder your fellow passengers and all was going well until one of them decided to fight back and nearly kill your best friend.

Warning: The following excludes, Cursing, Death, blood, Read with caution.

You were pinching the bridge of your nose as you listened to Kurt babble continuously about making love with none other than Jessie Adam's. It was very clear she had no interest in Kurt and was terrified for where he was taking her. "Where are we going!" Cried Jessie as she frantically looked around then looking back at you and Kurt in the front of the car. "I'm taking you home." Kurt replied simply shrugging with a small smirk on his lip that made your heart flutter a little. You had a major crush on Kurt ever since you met the guy, you admit she is very awkward and weird but you loved that about him and just adored it when he was shy.

"This is not the way to my fucking house Kurt!" Yelled Jessie as she glared daggers into the back of Kurt's seat as he glanced at her in the rear mirror with a look of realization. "Oh, not your home, my home." Said Kurt glancing back at the road here and there to make sure he didn't crash, you honestly felt jealous with the amount of attention Kurt has been giving Jessie all day ever since he picked her up with an asshole named Mario. You felt yourself fiddling with your fingers lightly picking at your nails and skin as you felt more and more uncomfortable with the thought of Kurt and Jeasie being together knowing she is not interested.

It wasn't until all of a sudden Kurt was forced back by Jessie wrapping the phone charger around his neck preventing him from breathing as he tried to drive, you quickly jumped up and tried to rip the cord from her hands to no avail. You then quickly punched her in the face stunning her which loosened her grip around the cord allowing Kurt to breath again as you tried to land another punch on Jessie for her yo beat you to it. You felt the impact of the punch land on your nose hearing it crack and feel a warm liquid flow down your face, you quickly landed a punch on Jessie's temple making her pass out as you panted and groaned in pain. "Are you okay (Y/n)!?" Yelled Kurt as he continued to drive as you slowly got back into your seat holding your bloody broken nose in your hand.

"I mean you're not dead so I'm fine." You mumbled feeling the pain grow worse as you talked, you felt Kurt's eyes quickly go to you after you said that as he looks at you with wide eyes. You just kept your eyes on the road not daring to look into his hazel eyes. You could practically hear the live stream chat going wild at what you said without even looking at the screen, moments later you hear the annoying voice of the Live stream voice boom from Kurt's Phone saying "OOOO, does (Y/n) like Kurt?!"

You felt your cheeks warm up at the comment sinking in your seat internally praying that you would just die to get away from all of this embarrassment. Eventually Kurt pulled up into a grassy field and started dragging Jessie on the ground a few feet away from the car with (Y/n)’s help and run back to the car to make a poll to see what he should do with Jessie the options being ‘FUCK’ ‘MARRY’ ‘KILL’. You felt your lips tug into a frown seeing as people were picking the option ‘FUCK’ but eventually the option ‘KILL’ was chosen reliving you slightly. “Okay.” said Kurt as he started adjusting his phone back into the phone holder. “So we're gonna run her over with the car?” you asked with a small smirk watching as Kurt continued to hold a stern face with him only nodding.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

You watched in horror as Kurt started shooting his dad multiple times in the chest with no expression on his face, in the corner of your eye you could see Jessie trying to quietly climb into the front of the car in a panic. You quickly looked between Kurt and the car knowing exactly what Jessie was planning on doing. “Kurt get out of the way!” you shouted running up to Kurt and shoving him out of the way as the car came in contact with your waist and started shoving you back into the wall behind you letting a pained scream leave your mouth as you fought against the force. Kurt watched in horror as you were slowly getting crushed, he quickly scrambled to his feet still processing that you had saved him as he grabbed a nearby pencil and frantically climbed into the car startling Jessie as Kurt started stabbing Jessing over and over again with the pencil until her body went limp.

Kurt panted looking down at Jessie's now dead body laid in front of him then quickly shifting gears and reversing the car watching as your body slumped to the ground with a groan. Kurt was quick to run to your side catching you as you slid on your side landing on Kurt's lap, looking up at him with tired eyes. “Are we famous yet?” you weakly asked with a small tired smile on your lips as you watched as Kurt chuckled a little with tears filling in his eyes as he looked down at you warm-heartedly with his own little smile. “Yes, yes we did (Y/n).” Kurt's voice cracked looking down at you love struck as you watched his eyes travel down to your lips before fluttering back to your eyes. You sat up pushing all the pain you felt aside as you too were in a love struck state as Kurt’s and your faces slowly inched closer until both of your eyes fluttered closed lips making contact while one of your hands found its way tangled in Kurt’s hair.

When you both felt the need for air you pulled away and panted looking into Kurt's eyes as all you saw in them was lust as if he needed you right now. You chuckled, giving Kurt a small little peck on his lips making him pout. “We should probably leave before the police get here and arrest us.” you stated making Kurt’s pout get bigger as he stood helping you up with your arm around his shoulders to help support your weight, and then went to go find a safe place to hide from the police for the night.

Word count: 1,095

[slowdiived]

Kurt fully falling for his girlfriend because the moment he cries because something really upset him she is there for him. She comes running to his aid, she comforting him, she’s doing everything he wished his parents would do for like a decade now, something no ones done for him for years

kurt had been with his dad all day, the two of them making lunch plans then hanging out, catching up after a little while. he was excited to tell him about you, the first girlfriend he ever had. he showed him pictures, raving on and on about how cool you were. he even showed your socials and follower counts.

his dad was excited for him, making kurt feel proud that he seemed interested. he tried to vlog it but his dad kept turning down the camera. they moved onto different topics of discussion like his dad’s career. he acted like he was some big hit dj but really he was just in his midlife crisis, opening for very small venues or birthday parties. he would keep talking over kurt when he wanted to talk about how he sprees and livestreams. he was starting to feel upset that his dad didn’t care, but brushed it off so he could have fun.

they went back to his dad’s new apartment he got after deciding to stay in azusa full time. kurt of course had to drive him there since his dad was sharing a car with one of his friends. they get there and kurt notices there is something off with him after he was shown around. it was a studio apartment that was a bit cluttered, but he still found it exciting that his dad was getting his life back on track.

that was until he noticed a clutter of old alcohol bottles hidden by a trash can under the sink.

they fought and fought, kurt mad that he thought his dad was actually doing better. then it came out that he actually had a dui and was lying about sharing a car. kurt was beyond furious and decided to tell him all about the drugs he found when cleaning out an old room in his mom’s house. he was going to keep it to himself because he wanted his dad to see that he wasn’t mad at him anymore, but it was all ruined.

“h-hey uh,” kurt was in his car, tears streaming down his face. “i need you-uh like can i s-see you?”

you sat up in your bed with your phone pressed to your ear. your heart raced a little at the sound of kurt whimpering and breathing heavily.

“what’s wrong?” you asked with a panic running through you. “are you hurt? where are you?”

“i’m not hurt,” he replied and sniffled on the other end. “i just had a bad day, c-can i come over?”

you get up and head to your dresser to get some real clothes on for the evening.

“we can talk in your car, my roommate has her friends over right now,” your answer, your shoulder holding up your phone as you pull your sweatpants off to put on a pair of shorts.

“o-okay,” his voice had gotten so shaky. “i-i’ll be there in about five m-minutes.”

you both hang up and you get yourself situated in new clothes. you put on your slip on vans just incase you both end up anywhere. your heart wouldn’t stop pounding with anxiety, your head wracking up different horrible scenarios. you had never heard kurt sound so miserable before, you could practically feel the pain through the phone.

he texted you that he was out front and you basically ran out with your phone in your hand. you were a little winded from the stairs so you were panting a bit as you got in the passenger side.

you look at him and put on your seatbelt, his eyes red and puffy, cheeks just a sopping wet mess. the end of his sleeves were wet, bringing them up to wipe away his tears.

“oh shit, what happened?” you ask, your hands already pressed to the sides of his head.

you turned his gaze to you, your eyes wide and beckoning. it made him cry harder and he didn’t understand why.

“my dad,” was all he could choke up for a minute.

“did he hurt you?”

“he is-isn’t better like he told-said,” he pulled away from your grip to wipe his eyes again. “i just feel so m-mad at him a-and ‘m just so stupid f-for believing that he was g-good-“

“hey, hey,” you took your seatbelt off and pulled him into your arms, his head finding itself in your chest as he wheezed out more tears. “let’s find a park or something to walk around and talk.”

you were only suggesting it because you could notice a car coming up behind the two of you, kurt parked in the middle of the parking lot. you also wanted to see if you could make his spirits better, play around with him on the swings or slides.

he pulled away and nodded, pulling his car out of park and heading to the exit of the complex. you grip his thigh while he drives, his whimpers and sniffles breaking your heart. you dragged your hand up and down the length of it, his heart feeling warm at your affection.

you checked the time on your phone and it was about five in the evening, most people wouldn’t be at the park on a tuesday near dinner time. he pulled in to a space and you both got out, noticing just one other car. you grab kurt’s hand and pull him to a little walking trail you see. he follows you, still just exploding with emotion.

as you both started walking, you grasped his forearm and pressed it against your front.

“you’re not stupid for thinking he was better,” you broke the silence. “anyone wants to believe their dad is doing good, that doesn’t make you stupid. that means you care about him and he disappointed you… he is probably really upset with himself.”

“you know what he said to me?” kurt sighed. “he said that if he never met my mom and had the life he did, he wouldn’t have to worry about a-addiction. basically that i made h-him that way.”

you kissed his knuckles gently.

“that’s not true,” you try your best to put the pieces of him back together again. “addicts tend to say mean things when they are upset. he doesn’t want his own son, which he loved enough to reach out and see, to be disappointed. he flips it on you so he feels better, but he’s bullshitting.”

kurt stops and looks at you for a second. you stare back at him and scan his face. it looked like he was stunned by what you said, you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.

“did i say something wrong-“

you’re cut off with a kiss, a long wet kiss. he had swooped in and grabbed your waist, your hands pressing into the tear stained cheeks of your sad boy. his lips were salty but you didn’t care, the passion of his move was enough to keep your mind on how nice he felt.

he pulled away and tears swelled up again.

“you’re so smart, y-you know all the right words (y/n),” he spoke softly. “i wish i could be a smart as you.”

“you are kurt,” you laugh from disbelief. “stop insinuating that you are stupid, you aren’t. you are allowed to have emotions and not be stupid. you are such a sweet boy with such big potential to be who you want to be, ‘m proud of you for calling me and opening up.”

he smiled, his eyes lighting up just the tiniest bit. you reach up on your toes to kiss the tip of his nose.

“and i am not lying,” you reassured. “i wouldn’t ever lie to you, i care about you.”

“i love you,” he blurted out right after your last syllable came out.

he couldn’t believe that you were standing right here and heard what he had to say. you listened and actually respected the fact that he was upset. you didn’t brush him off or tell him to man up, you kissed his knuckles and said the sweetest words you could. it was like you had brought him back to his senses, his heart not aching so hard, the fog of his mind clearing up to reveal a clean sky.

in the moment he just said what he needed to say, not wanting to hold back on his feelings. he knew he cared about you deeply, but this moment in a trail that was now shrouded by trees and bushes, where the sun was dimming out, you looked at him and told him all he had ever wanted to someone to say.

he wasn’t stupid and you never treated him like he was.

“i-i love you too,” your eyes were wide, jaw slacked. “that’s why ‘m always here for you kurt, i want you to be as happy as can be.”

he pulled you in for another loving kiss, his heart pounding from love instead of disappointment. he pulled away to kiss your cheeks, then your forehead, then your nose. he showered you in love to show you physically how much he loved you.

[acciojaeyun]

day 1: somnophilia (kurt kunkle)

pairing: kurt kunkle x fem!reader warnings: non-consensual, 18+, dark themes, masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, perv!kurt, reader is uploading masturbation videos on ph, masturbation (m), marking

a/n: phew, i got carried away!

When Kurt stumbled upon her PornHub account, he had to remember when he had seen her. Not the persona she had to muster in front of the camera tilted in such a way anyone who watches her video would get a glimpse of her in such intimate personal view — the real her.

Now, Kurt might’ve taken a huge amount of his Spree trying to remember who she was and when and where he did exactly meet her, zoning out and driving silently instead of chatting up with the passengers for content; that was, until, when Facebook notified for a new memory to look back into, that’s when he remembered she was the Y/N Y/L/N. The only woman whose ground Kurt worshipped incessantly.

And it took not days, weeks, but months of stalling before finally having the confidence to message her on her account. Kurt might have spent half of his Spree savings on Y/N, sending her donations and whatnot, and while it gave him the satisfaction of seeing her smile in front of the camera as she mentions his pen name, it wasn’t the same as feeling the real thing now.

After a couple of messages here and there, the man had finally made a connection with the girl; with sensitive details being divulged as how she takes sleeping pills because she has a hard time sleeping on a Sunday night before her retail work in the morning.

It was in the same conversation when Kurt finally coaxed her address out of her, promising her that he’d meet them at 8 o'clock on Sunday – leaving an important detail, the exact time when he'd be exactly meeting her.

Y/N waited for confirmation on Kurt's end, even though she promised herself not to get too attached to the mystery man behind the donations she receives whenever she goes live. Hence, she fell asleep after having her pills five minutes before eight in the evening.

It's been five minutes since Kurt started staring at her figure immersed in deep slumber.

"C-could just take you right here, yeah?" Kurt whispered most likely to himself. Retrieving his phone from his back pocket, he turned his phone into silent mode before walking towards her figure sprawled out on the bed.

Kurt ran the back of his hands across her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear so gently, in the hopes of not waking her up. "Y-you look so fucking pretty like that, i-it's not fucking fair," Kurt groaned, feeling his erection strain across his dark grey joggers.

With the lights of the room turned off, he turned on the flash of his phone, and for a split moment, he thought of taking a photo of you in your vulnerable state.

That is for another day.

He practically jumped on her sleeping figure, not even caring about the way that she could eventually wake up had he been a bit more careless about the whole ordeal.

But Kurt was more than careful, in fact, he could care less. He held her jaw in his hands, manoeuvring her face so that it was facing him with cheeks puffed out by the pressure of his hands gripping both sides of her face.

For the first time in his life, Kurt had been so quiet. It was like taking an examination that was worth his life, he committed the frail time in taking in her appearance, memorising parts of her which he'd be much more familiarised with in the long run.

He pushed his thumb inside her mouth, reeling in the feeling of her thick tongue on the pad of his thumb. Kurt, groaning at the sensation, adjusted his position, placing his crotch right above her cunt as he started to grind while his thumb moved inside her mouth.

Holy fuck, you're a heavy sleeper, Kurt thought to himself.

Pushing himself above her figure in slumber, he pushed her nightgown until her collarbones, exposing her body right before him. And it took all of Kurt's willpower not to grab his dick and mercilessly pound himself into you.

"I-it's as if you knew that I was visit - going to fuck - going to make love to you so hard," he moaned before looking at her face. Kurt leaned forward, licking the expanse of her temples down to her cheeks, groaning at the taste of her body and sweat that has started to form.

It was as if your body was reacting to whatever he was doing.

"You taste so good," he moaned, before licking down to her jaw, down to her neck, before situating himself on her breasts. Biting down on the crevice between her breasts, Kurt was determined to at least mark her, she wouldn't mind, he'd convince himself.

And that was all it took before Kurt decided to litter her torso with hickeys, varying in dark blue and purple after its fresh magenta hue. His hands grabbed Y/N's left breast, his hand slowly kneading and squeezing, and as he had grown accustomed to it, Kurt squeezed her nipple, hard, and slapped the side of her boob.

His mouth attached to her right, tongue swirling and teeth biting down on the sore, hardened nipple. His hips grinding on her crotch, Kurt detached his mouth from her breast, gasping for air, before switching his ordeal. His right hand, which was primarily unoccupied, was now fondling her pillowy breast.

His left hand travelled down, and with his mind complaining how her nighttime thong had been nothing but a restraint between his clothed cock and her pussy, he pulled down the thong just a bit, and oh, fuck, she was fucking wet.

Kurt wasted no time, plunging his fingers inside her, he almost whined at how her body seemed to react to his intrusion. Cunt easily letting his long fingers slide inside, and its walls tightening just right around him.

"God, baby," Kurt groaned loudly, and he was sure he was close to coming at the feeling of her. He looked down in disbelief, he was finger-fucking her. At the thought, he immediately plunged in another finger, and what has been two fingers became three, and now it was four.

The lad chuckled, "Could fit my whole fist in here and you'd still be in your slumber, huh, babe?"

He hoisted himself down whilst his fingers were still in her dripping hole, and Kurt didn't waste time latching his mouth on her cunt. Kurt smirked at how her body involuntarily jerked, a reaction he was hoping he could witness.

The pace of his fingers and mouth quickened, with his fingers curling into her, and his teeth occasionally biting her labia. Kurt was almost in a lustful haze, he was grinding on the expanse of the bed, and as he felt her walls tighten more, he knew, she was close.

He expanded his fingers, widely scissoring her and he bit his lip, looking at how her thighs were practically shaking, "Fuck, yes, tighten yourself around me, are you gonna come now, baby?"

"Yes, you are, you're going to fucking come," he laughed in disbelief, on how it was easy making her fall apart, and he halted his hips, knowing full well that it wasn't his pants on which he wanted to come, it was her.

And he gasped as she did come, in such a heavy amount, at that. He gaped, at the warm liquid crippling on his fingers, and he had to remind himself to push his fingers out, a string of cum following his fingers. Then, pushing his fingers inside his mouth, he almost cried at her taste, it was addicting.

Momentarily lost at the taste that she exuded, Kurt's thoughts were halted as he felt her slightly move in her slumber, making Kurt freeze. He then pushed himself up, knees knelt beside each of her legs, and he slightly pulled down his trousers mid-thigh before wrapping his hands around his member in such haste, and he immediately found the rhythm towards his orgasm.

He pumped himself harshly, thumb running across his slit every once in a while, he gathered some of her releases and wrapped it around his shaft, making her cum makeshift lubrication to replace the one your pussy has when he finally pushes his dick inside you soon.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, bloody - shit, gonna come,"

It was pathetic. How easy he is to fall apart just by fingering her, kissing her, and marking her, as her consciousness waved off in sleep.

He tugged on his throbbing cock, and sooner enough, without him even registering at first, he was coming - hard. Harder than she ever did. He aimed his cum to be released on her stomach, then to her thighs, and just atop her pussy.

Kurt thinks she had pills, anyway.

After coming, his finger stroked down your stomach, tracing with his fingers soaked in his cum, his initial.

Y/N was Kurt's.

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