#sub kurt kunkle

[l1tw1ck]

Fuck (Marry, Kill)

You get drugged in the backseat of Kurt's car

Bottom!FTM Kurt Kunkle x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stalking, Drugged Sex (Aphrodisiacs), Oral, Car Sex, Squirting, Degrading, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Creampie, Kidnapping

📝 1,213 Words

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"Thanks for picking me up again…uh-" You pause, noticing that your driver’s wearing the same shirt you were wearing last time he drove you.

"It’s Kurt, you know, KurtsWorld96? I drove you la- last week?" He looks at you offendedly.

"No- I- ugh…I just- I have the same shirt."

"Oh yeah, I know." He smiles. You give him a weird creeped out look but don’t press him further. You don’t wanna know. Kurt grabs a reusable water bottle that was in the cup holder and hands it to you, eyes still on the road. "You mus- must be thirsty, have some water."

"I dunno…" You look at the bottle suspiciously. It wasn’t see through so you couldn’t tell if it was really water in there.

"C'mon. Jus- just drink it, o- okay?" Kurt tries to stop himself from losing his temper.

"…Okay." You shrug. It’s not like you had much to live for anyway. You take a big sip of the water, weirdly enough you were kinda interested to see what would happen. The last thing you remember before blacking is Kurt’s weird smile in the mirror.

You finally come to, you shut your eyes tightly as a bright white light overloads your senses. You're so delirious you could barely hear anything either. The only thing you could make out was Kurt saying, "Fuck, marry, or kill?"

You couldn’t even process what he said, you’re completely out of your mind. You’re still in the backseat of his car but your arms are tied behind your back. You don’t even try to move, you’re too fucked up to do anything.

"Fu- fuck?" Kurt blushes. "Really guys?" He looks at the results of his poll.

Someone donates a dollar, the text to speech reads the message aloud. "Don’t act like you didn’t want fuck to win."

Kurt bites his lip. "Well…obviously…" Kurt fumbles with the waistband of your sweats.

A quiet involuntary groan escapes your lips as he finally makes it to your underwear, hand lightly tracing your dick. "You like that?" Kurt laughs creepily. "Should I suck them off, guys?" He looks at the chat, the answer is unanimous. Everyone wanted to see him give you a blowjob.

"Wonder how big your dick is…" He kneels down on the floor and pulls your underwear down excitedly. Your half hard cock flops out, making Kurt moan softly.

He grips your dick, licking it up like it's ice cream. He sucks lightly on your tip, drinking up your pre cum.

"Mm.." You look down at him, bucking your hips up. Kurt's eyes widen, the drug was an aphrodisiac but you should be too weak to do anything. Kurt tries his best not to throw up as your cock continuously attacks the back of his throat. "Fuck.."

The tips of his ears redden from the sounds of your groans. He's always loved your voice and smell. When he stole some of your clothes, he recorded you talking and used it and your clothes to get off. The stream saw the whole thing, from the break in to the heavy breaths he let out after his orgasm.

All his viewers wanted to see him get his brains fucked out, some even wanted to do it themselves.

"Yes—" You roll your head back, your movements jittering as you come. Kurt swallows everything he can before pulling away.

He turns to the chat. "Wha- what next?" His voice is hoarse.

The chat is unanimous, everyone wants you to fuck him.

Kurt bites his lip and turns back to you, his blush illuminated by the LEDs draped around his car. He takes his pants off and gets onto the seats, leaning against the door. He spreads his legs apart, showing you and one of the various cameras how soaked he is while wearing what is no doubt a stolen pair of your underwear.

You watch hazily as he pulls the boxers off, spreading his folds apart before pushing two fingers in. He shivers under your gaze, putting a show on for you.

Your length springs back to life as you practically drool over him. He keeps his eyes locked on your face while yours are focused on his dripping cunt.

He slowly pulls his fingers out then crawls over to you. With his back facing you, Kurt lowers himself down onto your cock. He moans like a whore as you fill him up, he's been waiting for this.

You wiggle out of your restraints, which were lazily tied together, and grip his waist tightly. He wraps his arms around the headrest and looks back at you, a dark and lustful look on your face that makes him tremble.

You're out of your mind right now and all you can think about is how good Kurt feels around you. You buck your hips up into him while bringing his body down to meet your thrusts.

Kurt bites his lip and grins, if it weren't for the fact that he parked in the middle of nowhere, everyone would be able to hear his slutty moans. He glances over to his phone, his stream has over 50k viewers now.

He makes a peace sign and widens his grin, his pose starts to falter when your cock rams against his g-spot. "Ooh- fuck~!"

Your movements however, never falter, even when he squirts all over the seat and car floor. Kurt didn't understand how powerful the drug was until now. Even despite how cramped it is, you're still fucking him so damn roughly.

"Shit- shit-" He hugs the headrest tightly, drool dripping down onto the seat. "Holy sh- shit~"

The chat is flooded with degrading words, slut shaming Kurt and calling him names like whore and slut. He turns back to you, wanting to hear those words come out of your mouth.

"Da- daddy~!" He moans, hoping to provoke something out of you.

You groan, somehow slamming into him harder. "Mmh-" You spank him.

He gasps, his eyes shooting wide open. "Fuck!" Kurt grins. "Again- fuck— spa- spank me- again!"

You spank him again. "slutty little bitch.." You mumble.

"Aah~! Yes- 'm a slutty bitch, daddy–" Kurt bites his lip and causes it to bleed, coming once again.

You dig your nails into his hips before coming, filling him with your load. It's so much that Kurt's convinced you've been abstaining.

Kurt looks at his phone with hazy vision, seeing '100k viewers'. "Tha- thanks you guys." He makes a goofy smile, his hand shaking as he makes a peace sign.

You pull out of him and sit down, coming back down to earth. You hear Kurt talking in the background while you're trying to put all the pieces of your memory together, trying to make sense of it all.

Kurt turns off the stream and grabs his (your) underwear, pulling it up to save whatever cum hasn't fallen out of him and climbs into the driver's seat. "I'll take you home now."

You make a noise in response and lean into the car seat, drifting off to sleep.

You wake up half an hour later and look around. "This...where are we going?"

Kurt laughs. "Home."

"This isn't where my house is.."

"Oh no, I meant my home. We're going to my house."

[littlelioncub43]

i'm so glad tech tuesdays are back!

thought: what if you caught kurt kunkle sneakily livestreaming sex with you, and you decided to let the viewers choose if he gets to cum or not?

Ooooh hohohohohohohohoooo 😈 yes

He's so gross. Let's fuck him.

He really thought he could get away with it. Like, honest to God. He didn't think you'd notice his laptop webcam light on, especially with the screen brightness all the way down. The moment you did a double take at the oddly angled laptop, Kurt knew he was fucked. And he meant literally fucked.

You stopped your bouncing the moment you saw the little green light, your head cocking to the side as you stare at the completely dark screen. Kurt is still under you, gasping and trembling (he was trembling the whole time but now you can tell it's for a whole new reason).

"W-wait—" he stutters and tries to sit up.

"Shut up," you spit and force him back down with a firm hand on his throat. He whimpers when his back hits the mattress, his cock throbbing from how tight your grip is on his neck.

You pay him no mind as you lean over and turn up the brightness. Lo and behold, it's streaming. Countless messages flooding the chat as you realize how long it's been streaming. Nearly 2 fucking hours.

"I'm didn't-I'm sorry," he whines, sounding close to tears. Again, you ignore him, instead opting to read a few messages to yourself. Your silence scares the shit out of Kurt but he couldn't help the way his cock seems to get even harder in his fear. He tries to speak again, but you tighten your grip on his throat, his breath now a gentle wheeze.

"I said shut up, Kurt," you look down at him now, anger pouring out of your eyes, noticing how Kurt tries to rut up into you on instinct. You glare down at him for a moment, thinking about what to do with him while you watch his face turn a soft shade of pink. With a smirk, you start grinding in slow circles on his cock, drawing a thin whine from the boy underneath you.

"You were being such a good boy, Kurt," you tsk at him with a disappointed frown, "I was going to let you cum inside me," he whines brokenly at that, his face crumpling, "but now I don't know if you deserve to cum at all."

"M'sorry! I-I — please! I'm so sor-sorry! Please!" He cries, his eyes watering even more.

"Do you think begging will help you?" You coo mockingly, bringing your lips to brush against his cheek, giving the sweaty skin soft kisses. "Poor, dumb, baby," you whisper before forcing him to look at you, letting him fill his lungs with air again, "it's not up to me whether you cum or not."

You force his face to the side to watch the chat, a constant stream of messages flood the screen.

Don't let him cum!

He doesn't deserve it!

Make him cry 😏

Edge him, it'll be soo hot!

Fuck him faster

You see his brown eyes get even bigger when he reads some of the chats. Kurt was already desperate for his release, he needed to finish or he might actually die. The tears that built up in his eyes finally spilled over with a soft sob.

"Oh n-no! Please! I wan-need it! Need to cu-cum, please!" He cries, his hands clawing at your hips that keep their tortuous pace, trying to speed you up. You giggle and turn him back to face you, your hips now bouncing quickly, blubbering apologies and whore-ish moans pouring from his open mouth.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

[pastelclovds]

SLASHERS RANKED FROM LOUDEST TO QUIETEST IN BED !

⟡₊˚ ୭ slashers in order of rank ! billy lenz, stu macher, brahms heelshire, bubba sawyer, kurt kunkle, billy loomis, herbert west, jason vorhees, vincent sinclair, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, micheal myers. ⟡₊˚ ୭ content warnings ! amab reader (no pronouns tho), top dom reader, sub bottom slashers, anal sex, possesive & obsessive behavior (billy lenz), brat taming (stu & billy loomis). ⟡₊˚ ୭ word count ! 1,315 words ⟡₊˚ ୭ authors note ! happy (late) valentines day! ;D

LOUDEST. ↴

♡ BILLY LENZ -> because of his mental illness, billy is very loud and expressive. from down right dirty rambles to him shouting about the various ways to end someone. billy is unpredictable, not knowing when his next outburst with come up. but one thing that is predictable about him is his volume when he's fucking with you. this man is so loud that you need to literally gag him so that he could shut up and not annoy your neighbors (he's into it tho). billy will giggle almost insanely while also letting out deep moans when riding you. when your pounding into the spot that will make him see stars, he will make it known to your neighbors of your private time together by screaming out your name and laughing like a madman. he always rambles about how good your dick is, how you are his and only his, how he would kill anyone who touches you, and all kinds of dirty talk. and knowing him, it's probably not far from the truth.

♡ STU MACHER -> this is no surprise at all. stu is known for his extroverted (and slightly annoying) personality. it's one of the reasons why he became popular after all, so you can imagine how loud he is in bed. when stu is feeling bratty, he will moan and beg so loudly even when you tell him to be quiet. but when you put him in his place, his whimpers are the cutest. while stu can be a little shit, he can hold his noises back a bit when he genuinely doesn't want to make you disappointed in him. although it doesn't last long. in his mind, when he gets loud, he is expressing how good you make him feel (which is every time you have sex). overall he is loud but he can keep himself quiet if he really tries (and ends up failing).

♡ BRAHMS HEELSHIRE -> its impossible for this baby to control his noises. he tries so hard, he really does. but the way your dick rubs against his walls makes him moan out to the sky above. brahms always wants to be a good boy for you, the way he moans out your name and whines when your cock hits his prostate makes you glad that the mansion you two live in is miles away from anyone being able to hear you two fuck like rabbits. when you tell him to not hold back his sounds, he will sing like a canary. but when you tell him to keep quiet, the poor man will try with all his might.

♡ BUBBA SAWYER -> since bubba is nonverbal he relies on his noises to tell people how he is feeling. that's no different when he's having sex with you. he loves the feeling of your dick abusing his hole and using him for all he's worth, his adorable soft squeals sound like a piglet. he's a big whiner and squealer. and as much as he likes to show you how good you make him feel, he knows he can't be too loud because he doesn't want to hear their endless teasing in the morning. but when you two are alone, he goes wild. I'm talking, high pitched moans, squeals, whines, groans the whole batch. and when he feels too good, he might not want to end after three rounds.

NOISY. ↴

♡ KURT KUNKLE -> while kurt is not as loud as the four above him, he still has his moments when you need to silence his noises with your hand. he can keep his sounds in check if you two are fucking in his house when his parents are home, but if are being particularly rough with him that day, he can't stop even a few moans escaping. honestly, with how pretty he and his sounds are, he might as well start an onlyfans. and you wouldn't mind showing to the world how good you make your baby.

♡ BILLY LOOMIS -> this brat just loooves to piss you off. he knows how much you love to hear him moan like a cheap slut, so he purposefully bits his lips or use him hands to mute himself. he wants you to put him in his place under you, but afterwards you treat him like a princess. he is certainly not as loud as his bestfriend. but if you want him to let his beautiful noises, you have to work for it. and the reward is worth it to see his fucked out face grow dumb on your cock as you two make sure your neighbors don't can't.

♡ HERBERT WEST -> herbert is always so busy with his work, so as soon as he's done, he wants to be with you. although he will never admit it, he craves you and always wants your attention. that being said, herbert isn't really the loudest. he does moan loudly ever now and then when you make him feel really good. but he sometimes holds his sounds back because he is embarrassed at how loud he can be. but once you and him get closer, he will become a bit more vocal.

QUIET. ↴

♡ JASON VORHEES -> jason is a good boy for you and only you, he becomes flustered at the simplest of praises, and although he isn't the loudest, he is still cute. he makes adorable whines and soft moans when you thrust your dick against just the right spots. when you and him become closer, he would whisper in your ear almost silently about the pleasurable experience you're gifting him.

♡ VINCENT SINCLAIR -> vincent wants you to know how much pleasure you give him, he wants you to know how much he loves you, but he can't. it's not that he doesn't want to, it's because his vocal cords are messed up. so it's very difficult for him to speak. so you always listen closely whenever you two are getting down and dirty, and you treasure every whimper and quiet moan from him.

♡ THOMAS HEWITT -> thomas may be a cannibal murderer to others, but to you, he is a big teddy bear. even though he can't express his feelings through speech, he can express how he feels towards you with acts of service. and one of his favorite act of services is through sex, more specifically by riding you until he is breathing loudly and letting out deep groans of your name. he doesn't get any louder than the usual moan here and there. but he desperately wants you to know that he loves you, only you.

SILENT. ↴

♡ BO SINCLAIR -> bo is the type of guy to believes that him making any noise during sex would make him look weak and unmanly. even when you and him grow to love each other, and even when your cock is so deep inside him and pounding away every thought that comes to his mind, he won't let a single sound come out of his mouth. the man is stubborn and prideful, but if you make him go through a couple of rounds and cum more times than he can count, then he will let out a few moans, but nothing else. this bastard is strong.

♡ MICHEAL MYERS -> dead silent. sometimes when you're fucking him you worry if he's passed out (or dead) and stop to ask if he's okay, only for him to hit you on the arm and let out an unpleased grunt because you stopped. the only noises he lets out are his labored breaths, deep grunts, and rarely moans. he lets you know what to do by signing things like, 'so good' or 'faster'. he still enjoys your company and wants you to know, but in his own silent (and slightly creepy) way.

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[thefellomen]

Spree - Dir. Eugene Kotlyarenko

If you're not documenting yourself, it's simple; you just don't exist.

[eddies-whoreee]

Subby!kurt and aftercare

He’s so babyboy I just want to overstimulate him until he’s crying and then shower him with affection while I tell him how much I love and need him as I’m cleaning him up.🙊

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“Shh, shh.. baby it’s okay it’s all done, mommy’s right here” you tell him softly as you untie his hand restraints. “M-mommy” he whines rubbing his redden wrists. “Look at you, such a good boy c’mere handsome” you coo laying up against the head board patting your clothed chest. He nods breathlessly, laying his head on your chest. “You okay baby?” You ask him, “yes, t-thank you” he smiles softly. “Aw, you’re welcome honey, thank you for being a good boy, did every thing I told you to, made mommy feel so good” you tell him while playing with his hair. “But i didn’t touch you” he pouts, “you don’t need to, to make me feel good. Anytime in with you, I feel good.” You assure him with a peck to his forehead. “I’m so messy” he says sadly, “but that’s okay, mommy’s gonna clean you up, clean all this up, treat you like a prince” you say cupping his cheeks and peppers his face with small wet kiss making him giggle. “You’re so cute honey” you tell him admiring his gorgeous face. “I love you mommy” he says burning his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you too handsome” you coo rubbing his back soothingly.

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Day Twelve - Impact Play (ft. Day Eleven - Bondage)

516 words

18+ only

Smut

Kurt Kunkle x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; dom!reader; sub!kurt; bondage; spreader bar; punishment; impact play; paddling; riding crops; ball spanking; pet names; sweetie (kurt); cum shot; explicit language

Requested by anon <3

Kurt's legs tremble as he struggles to hold himself upright. You've got his wrists bound above his head, a length of rope affixing them just above the door. His arms are stretched high enough that he's forced up on tip toe. The position is made even more precarious by the spreader bar that's fastened on each end to each of Kurt's ankles.

"You know this is what happens when you don't behave." You say sternly.

Kurt howls as the leather paddle comes down against his ass with a stinging smack. It's a solid, satisfying clapping sound and the sound of Kurt yelling only makes it sweeter. Drawing your arm back you land another sharp hit, savouring the way his back arches as his body jerks involuntarily.

"Think you're ready to apologise?" You tease.

Kurt shakes his head, gritting his teeth and bracing himself for the next impact. He grunts harshly as the paddle comes down again, leaving a wide red patch over his skin.

"Maybe this isn't enough then."

Kurt tries desperately to look over his shoulder, trying to see what you're talking about, but he can't spin himself around without twisting his shoulders. Discarding the paddle you rummage around in your box of toys and locate the riding crop. Kurt recognises it just by feel the instant you begin to run it up the inside of his thigh. He let's out a long whine, which cuts off into a choked yelp as you pull the crop away and bring the keeper back down with a swift, sharp crack on the back of his thigh.

Moving the keeper back between his legs once more you flick your wrists back and forth, bouncing the crop between his thighs a few times. The insides of his thighs glow red as your keeper repeatedly smacks the exact same places. Kurt's yells grow louder as the stinging skin on his legs grows more and more sensitive. Gliding the crop further up you bring the keeper to rest on his balls and lean in close so that your chin rests on his shoulder,

"Apologise."

Kurt shakes his head again, his eyes screwed shut as he braces himself for the impact. A swift move of your hand draws a sharp howl from Kurt's lips as the keeper whips up against his balls. You wait a few seconds, giving him a chance to catch his breath, but his continued silence earns another strike.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles.

"What was that?"

You flick your wrist again, landing another sharp shot against his sack. Kurt nearly loses his balance, struggling against his restraints to find his footing as he sprays the floor with cum. You move round in front of him and admire the way he's practically hanging by his wrists. Cum dribbles down his cock and you can see him staring up at you wide eyed from under his damp fringe which has stuck to his forehead.

"I'm sorry." He repeats, more clearly this time.

"Oh sweetie," You move closer to him and gently brush his hair out of his eyes. "You will be."

[stopfeelinginvisible]

kurt kunkle vaping woke something in me

[collectivecloseness]

all your Kurt smut I am going to cum in my pants, thank you

Hahahahah well, enjoy! I’m here to entertain

[cozymaples]

public indecency | (kurt kunkle x reader)

contains: sub!kurt, public sex, oral!f receiving, afab!reader

kurt who's a complete munch, doing whatever you ask him to. kurt who begs pathetically to eat your pussy, because you're just so pretty!!!! and he needs you:((((

so you let him, fingers tangled in his hair, shoving his face deeper into your pussy as he kneels in front of you. he's smashed every numbered button on the elevator you were in, too stupid to realize that nothing would actually happen. so you stop on the first floor before he drops to his knees, and you press the highest floor number's correlating button.

"you'd better make me cum before we get to the top," you warn. "don't doubt it for a fucking second." he replies, lips latching to your clit, fingers sliding in and out of your pussy. he works you open, his pace increasing with each ding! of the elevator. you hold onto the metal railing behind you, gasping and panting as he works on your pussy.

for such a fucking loser, you've trained him well.

you wonder what your coworkers would think, dating such a pathetic fucking man, who managed to sneak into your work building. your "big girl job" as he calls it.

"fuck, kurt-m'gonna fucking-" you say, knees buckling as he moans against your clit. you unravel for him, and he holds you steady, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he's done.

"just in time," he snarks, the elevator opening as he rises to his feet. you nudge him harshly, causing him to wince out an ah!

"go back to where you came from." you snap, and he rolls his eyes as you step out of the elevator. you smooth out your skirt, and he chuckles, pressing the button for the ground level.

"see you at home, sweetheart."

[doomh3ad]

I would like to request anything with Kurt Kunkle.

I want to absolutely fuck this man up, rock his shit, dominate him so hard. (preferably male!reader but gn!reader is chill also)

OHHH SO UNDERSTANDABLE sorry this took so long! he's such a lil bitch boy hope u don't mind this isn't a full fic 🙏

kurt kunkle + dominant! male reader (nsfw under cut)

-c'mon he gives off massive sub energy look at him. he's so needy and whiny and pathetic it's adorable! kurt wants fame so bad...why doesn't he make a sex tape? he's definitely going to bring that up to you i'm sorry, but his kurties would LOVE to see him get utterly destroyed by his boyfriend on camera <3

-he will do anything you ask and i'm serious. there isn't even a hint of brat in him. no matter how extreme your kinks are, his are WORSE. he wants you to jerk him off, telling him how disgusting he is, cover him in his victim's blood and make him lick it off. he is SICK and you love it.

-edging is a major kink for him because you think he looks so gorgeous when he's crying and begging, only for you to deny him. even better when it's followed by overstimulation, he cries that he can't come anymore, but you know he can. secretly, he knows he can too.

-kurt wants to have sex in his car i'm sorry but he does. on the plus side he'll offer to give you road head though, he likes choking on you knowing that you could be pulled over at any moment, anyone could look in at a traffic light and see him there. he likes humiliation <3

[bullsandthebones]

"Don't Get The Car Dirty"

Sub! Kurt Kunkle x Dom! Male Reader (+18)

Contains: knife kink, car sex, no condom bc I said so, Kurt is a masochist, praise kink, good boy Kurt, cum eating, established relationship, not proofread bc I'm lazy

Loud honking from outside your window wakes you up from your slumber. You scramble out of bed and look outside, seeing a familiar car parked in your driveway. Throwing on some shoes and a jacket, you rush outside to greet the little maniac.

"Kurt, it's 1am!" You watch as he leans over the transmission to open the passenger side door. "Get in!" He smiles at you as you huff and climb in his car. You look over at him with an annoyed look on your face, which quickly turns to horror. Kurt was covered in blood, a large grin plastered on his face.

"Who's blood is that Kurt..?" He quickly looks down at his clothes then back up at you, shrugging. "A few people's" You sigh, running a hand through your hair, a worried look on your face. Kurt, on the other hand, looks excited. "So, ignoring the blood, I wanted to show you something!"

You gesture for him to continue and he happily leans over you to pull something out from the glovebox. You watch intently as he leans back, brandishing a beautiful knife. It looks new, unused, untainted. Kurt looks at you with excitement, squirming in his seat. With a grin, you take it from him. "Where'd you get this?" He watches you inspect the knife, "Do you like it?"

You look up at him and grab him by his nape, pulling him in for a kiss. It's passionate and sloppy, which is a norm for you two. You grin into the kiss, pressing the knife up to his neck and holding his head in place. Kurt lets out a small whimper, which turns into a moan as you dig the knife into his neck. "You're such a good boy Kurt, getting me this gift" His breath hitches at the praise, a whine comes from his mouth before he whimpers out a small "Thank you"

You move the knife from his neck, gesturing to the back with it. "Get back there and take your clothes off." Kurt quickly climbs in the back, stripping himself as fast as he can. You watch in amusement before climbing into the back with him, pushing him to lay down on the seats. You straddle him, knife skimming down his left side as you mark his neck.

Kurt's moans are loud and needy as he bucks his hips into yours. You bring your unoccupied hand down to his hip to keep him in place, while the other digs the knife into his side. Kurt lets out a high pitched whine, followed by a mantra of 'please's. "Please what, hm? What do you need Kurt?" He squirms under you, trying to get out of your grip on his hip. "Need you, please!" You lean down and kiss his cheek. Dropping the knife, you shift so that his thighs are on top of yours before you prod at his hole with a finger.

Your eyebrows furrow when you feel that he's already prepped. "You were expecting this, huh?" Kurt whines and nods his head. You grin and rid yourself of your clothes, lining your cock up with his hole. You push in fully not letting him adjust as you start at a rough pace. Kurt's head hits the seat as his back arches and he claws down your back, a filthy moan leaving his lips.

You murmur praise in his ear as you relentlessly fuck him. His moans become more high pitched as he gets closer to his high. You can tell he's close, grabbing his cock and jerking him off in time with your thrusts to get him off faster. His body shudders when you lean down and growl, "Don't get the car dirty", in his ear. He comes hard, a loud moan leaving his mouth. You follow quickly, filling him up and thrusting your cum further up into him.

You take a moment to let Kurt breathe before shoving your cum covered hand in his face. "Clean it." He nods rapidly, tongue getting to work to get the cum off your hand. You mutter a small "Good boy", as you pet his sweaty hair. You slowly pull out of him and quickly put his boxers back on him so nothing can drip out onto the seats. Kurt wiggles around, a harsh blush on his face.

You smile and give him a kiss, soft and sweet.

[keeryparadise]

Front-Seat Driver || K.K.

[ ❥ ] PAIRING: Kurt Kunkle x fem!Reader

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[ ❥ ] SYNOPSIS: You have a blind date tonight, but on your way there, your Spree driver decides he has other plans. (PWP)

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[ ❥ ] WORD COUNT: 2.6k

[ ❥ ] WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, PWP, swearing, kidnapping, almost murder, erotophonophilia (murder kink), dacryphilia (crying kink), p in v sex, sex-tape/recording sex, manipulation??, f oral sex, masturbation, fingering.

[ ❥ ] INCLUDES: Way too much exposition skip skip skip no one cares, psycho!Kurt, dom!Kurt, sub!Reader, Kurt slurping up your tears yum yum, Kurt slurping up a lot of your body fluids in fact, Kurt weirdly being an experienced sex God??,

[ ❥ ] REQUESTED: No

[ ❥ ] NOTES: Here’s a scrap fic I decided to finish so I have more than one thing posted on here (unedited btw i'm so tired). Kurt isn’t SAing you in this btw,, also sorry I was inactive for forever my computer #broke so I couldn't write for weeks ❤

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Air blows softly from your fan, a slow buzz coming from the corner of your room where the fan sits. A citrus candle melts slowly on a shelf, the flicking flame visible in the corner of your eye.

You look at yourself in the mirror, checking if everything was perfect. Is my hair good enough? Is my makeup smudged? Does this outfit look weird? I think I need more perfume. I’ll spray some more.

You wait nervously for your Spree to arrive, fidgeting with your hair with clammy hands. You bite at some loose skin on your lip and feel yourself holding a breath. You haven’t been on a date in almost a year now, and the fact that it was a blind date didn’t make it any better. Why did you agree to this?

You fidget with your hands, pacing around the room quickly, trying to calm your nerves. You think of all the possible ways this could go wrong. There were a lot of ways.

You hear a horn honk from outside your house. Your Spree is here.

You run to grab your phone and purse and shake the last of your nerves off. You blow out your candle and click the fan off, before starting downstairs. The tap of your heels on the tile floor as you approach the kitchen stress you out. You drink a glass of water, take a deep breath, and leave your house before your Spree cancels.

A light gray car sits idly on your driveway. The blackout windows keep you from seeing who was inside, leaving you a little on edge. The app says his name is Kurt. Your hands fidget as you slowly step toward the car’s back door. You swallow deeply before opening the door.

“Kurt?” you ask. You stand outside the car holding the door open as you await a reply.

You crouch down a little to get a look at his face as he turns around to look at you. With a smile, he speaks, “Yep! I’m Kurt from KurtsWorld96, you probably know me.”

The first thing you notice about him is his unique smile. His eyes and his nose scrunch up and his chin tips up slightly. It was like a little kid’s smile. He has a little kid’s haircut too. It’s shaggy and brown and has uneven bangs.

You furrow your brows as you step hesitantly into his car. You notice cameras on every window.

“I hope you don’t mind the cameras.” He straightens his posture, looking behind him to reverse his car out of your driveway, “I need them for safety reasons. Go ahead and take a bottle of water and relax.”

“I-I’m good,” you stammer. He lets out an exasperated sigh in response.

A few minutes of silence go by of you fidgeting and sweating in the backseat of his car. I don’t think I’ve been nervous like this in a while. Is it hot in here?

His cheery voice interrupts the silence, “Soo… where are you going? Like, I know you’re going to a restaurant, but what are you doing there?” He stammers nervously. You see his thumb start to caress the steering wheel slowly.

“My friend set me up on a blind date.” You start to rub the back of your neck, “I haven’t even been on a normal date in over a year, so I’m super nervous.”

You see the driver’s eyebrow twitch slightly in his mirror, “Well I’m glad you didn’t drink that water then, because I’m also supposed to go on a blind date at that restaurant tonight.”

He’s glad I didn’t drink the water? What?

“I guess it’s a not-so-blind date now.” He chuckles nervously, gripping his steering wheel tightly.

“Yeah.” You fake out a laugh.

I can’t believe this guy is my blind date. He’s so… weird.

You sit in silence for the rest of the drive. A thick and uncomfortable silence. The kind of silence that you know you both can feel. It was the longest three minutes of your life.

Kurt speeds past the restaurant the two of you were supposed to meet at.

“Kurt? You just passed the restaurant.”

Kurt gives you a look in his mirror, “I know.”

He presses his foot harder on the gas pedal, and you push back in your seat slightly.

“Kurt, where are we going?” Your knee bounces as you try to study your surroundings through the night’s dark filter.

He tilts his head to the right, “I thought maybe we could go somewhere else instead. Fancy restaurants aren’t really my thing.” He gives the camera a look.

You scoff, “I haven’t eaten since breakfast, Kurt please turn back.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you ramen or something.” He gives another look to the camera.

Your face contorts into a confused mess, “Are we going to your house?”

He looks at you again through the mirror, “Yeah obviously, where else would I be taking you?” He rolls his eyes and puts them back on the road.

You kick his seat in frustration, “I don’t know, a park, or maybe the restaurant we were planning to go to in the first place?”

He rolls his eyes, “Just relax, we aren’t even that far from my house now.”

You sit back in your seat, defeated and arms crossed. It’s useless to argue with him now, this man is clearly insane.

After a few more miles, he pulls into his driveway and puts the car in park. He takes his keys out of the ignition and turns around to look at you, “We’re here.” He smiles his stupid little boy smile. He turns back around and grabs his phone from its holder. He opens his car door and steps out, walking up to your door and opening it too, “After you,” he sings sarcastically, waving his arm in a polite way.

You sit still with your arms crossed, refusing to move.

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Come on, get out of the car.”

“No.”

He moves closer to you, reaching his arm over your chest to find the seatbelt, “Come on-”

You push his arms away from you, “No, I’m not getting out!”

He insists, reaching again for the seatbelt, fighting you to get it off. The seat belt clicks, and he starts pulling you out of the car.

“No!” you yell, “Let go of me!”

He’s surprisingly strong and manages to pull you out of the car. You hit your head on the concrete, hard, and you barely have enough time to recover before he picks you up bridal style.

He moves toward the front door with you in his arms and spends a solid minute trying to unlock it without setting you down. He pushes his front door open and carries you to his room. You lay helplessly in his arms, barely conscious.

You hate to admit it, but this is something you’ve fantasized about over and over. Your weird obsession with psychotic characters has corrupted how you think, and you feel almost turned on by this.

“Kurt,” you mutter under your breath, “Kurt, where are we?”

He sets you gently on his bed and kneels next to your helpless body, “We’re in my room.” You see what you think is a smile creep onto his face.

He stands up and walks toward a tripod set up in the center of the room. He places his phone in it and rambles to the camera.

He looks back at you and starts to walk over. He kneels next to his bed to look at you and places a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing it with his thumb, “You’re so beautiful.” He brushes your hair off of your forehead and presses a kiss to it. He gives you a different smile than usual. A smile with eyes coated in intimacy and eyebrows pressed together with desire. Nothing like that little boy smile you thought was so unique.

He studies you through narrow lids, his hand moving from your cheeks to the deep indent in your waist. The sudden heat on that sensitive spot sends a shock down your legs, and you let out a soft whimper. You squeeze your legs closer together at the sudden heat forming in your pants. Kurt notices, shifting his gaze to your lower half. He looks up at his ceiling, chewing on his lip.

“I was going to kill you,” he looks back down at your face and looks you in your eyes, “but that was before I knew I could make use of you.”

You turn away from him and bury your face in his sheets, letting out a quiet whimper. A single tear leaves your eye and absorbs into the fabric.

Kurt shushes you and caresses the top of your head with his hand. He plants a small kiss on the top of your head and grabs your face violently, that action directly contrasting his gentle kiss. He forces you to look at him in his eyes. You feel another tear forming in the corner of your eye. It falls slowly down your cheek, and Kurt sticks his tongue out to lick it away.

“Salty,” he purrs.

A sudden need for him washes over you, your clit tingling at the thought of your walls wrapped warmly around his erection. You barely even know the guy, but somehow he’s got you wrapped tightly around his finger.

“Fuck me, Kurt,” you whisper in a low, raspy tone.

Kurt flinches backward slightly at your sudden submission and smiles. His hand travels down your stomach and into the opening of your skirt. Two of his fingers slowly massage your clit on top of your panties. You bite back a moan and throw your head back slightly into his pillows. His fingers push their way under the hem of your panties and slowly press themselves through your entrance. A soft moan manages to escape your lips.

“Like that?” he breathes.

You nod shakily and practically beg him on top of you with your eyes. You grab onto his shoulder for support and grind into his curling fingers, pushing yourself in and out hungrily. Breathy moans escape your mouth every time you feel the shockwaves from Kurt’s fingertips curling inside your walls.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and you give him a quiet whimper. He pushes you away and stands up, sucking your juices off of his fingers.

“You taste so good,” he coos.

You stare up at Kurt and watch him take his shirt off, throwing it carelessly across the room. He steps back toward his bed and mounts himself on top of you, his legs on either side of your hips and his arms pinning your wrists to the mattress.

Kurt presses your lips together softly. He quickly pulls away, leaving you leaning in, begging for more. Kurt starts moving his lips down your body. He sucks the teary flavor from your cheeks and leaves dark hickies along your neck and collarbone. He pulls your shirt down and sucks on each breast hard. His tongue swirls around each nipple, the wet warmth of his mouth sending a twitch to your legs. Each breast is left with a dark magenta spot where his mouth had just been. He leaves gentle kisses down your stomach and stops at the hem of your skirt.

Kurt flips your skirt up and kisses each of your thighs. You push your hips up slightly, and he kisses the wet spot on your panties. A gentle finger caresses your clit, teasing you.

He slides your panties off your body and sets each of your legs on his shoulders to get perfect access to his meal. He flicks the tip of his tongue teasingly on your clit, causing you to flinch. He licked his lips and soon Kurt had his face buried between your thighs. 

His tongue made laps around your entrance, going in and out slowly. He flicked at your clit causing you to moan his name every time. He kissed and sucked at the fleshy pink and slurped at your juices. Your back arched every time he found your sweet spot, and eventually, he was only going over that spot. Shockwaves sent down your thighs causing you to press your hips closer into his face.

Kurt stops with one last kiss on your clit and crawls back up to your face. He presses his lips onto yours and lets you taste yourself in his mouth. He starts grinding his hips into your body, and you quickly attempt to pull off his belt. You throw his belt across the room and tear off his jeans. Kurt slides his boxers off and frees his growing erection, precum already shining on the tip. You grab his dick and start slowly pumping. Kurt groans into your mouth, sending vibrations down your throat.

“Oh God, please just put it in,” you beg breathlessly. You let go of his cock, and he slowly presses himself through your entrance.

You let out a breathy moan at the first insertion, and he starts slowly setting a pace. You feel yourself sinking into his cock. You bang your hips together and you moan Kurt’s name every time he finds your g-spot. Your nails dig into his back, and you pull his hips down harder, swearing and moaning his name desperately.

The both of you are panting and whining by the time he says he’s close.

“Oh god, baby I think I’m close,” he moans, “F-fuck. Keep going, just like that.” He stammers and stutters, barely able to form sentences.

“Me too baby, keep going, please.” You desperately try to press him into you deeper each time, but his thrusts are getting sloppy. Your wetness squelches every time he sinks his dick into you. 

“F-fuuck, that’s it,” he cries out, his chest heaving heavily, “Oh my god, I’m about to cum.”

He thrusts faster and faster, getting closer every time. You feel the tingle crawling up your thighs, signaling you’re close.

You throw your head back into the pillows, craving the sweet release. His last thrust hit the spot perfectly, and you’re engulfed in an all-consuming orgasm, your entire vision going white and your vocal cords almost bursting from your last moan.

You feel Kurt’s warm cum fill you up, and the moan he lets out nearly gives you a second orgasm.

His muscles barely hold him up over your body and you can see sweat daring to drip off his chin and splatter on your chest. One does manage to drip off and land right in your cleavage. It almost burns.

He pants heavily over you, not daring to make eye contact. You see strands of hair stuck to his forehead and you push them away revealing his eyes. He fixes his gaze on you, his pupils dilating entirely, and he presses himself into you giving you a sloppy kiss.

He pulls away and lets his head dangle, a hot breath finding its way on your neck. “Fuck, that was good,” he rasped. You manage a weak hum in response.

He slowly slides himself out of you. He can barely balance himself as he stands up and hobbles weakly to his camera. You hear him speak to his audience, but it’s all muffled. Your head still hurts and you’re still experiencing the after-shock of it all.

Kurt turns his camera off and stands over you.

“Want a water?” He asks.

“What?”

“You look exhausted, do you want some water.”

“Okay, sure.”

He goes to the other side of his room and retrieves a bottle of water from a corner of his room. He hands it to you and you drink it slowly.

Huh, it tastes kind of funny.

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[ ❥ ] ~ KEERY PARADISE

[rosepascal]

ahem.. (nsfw warning, small blood kink mention)

Kurt Kunkle is virgin boy who thinks he’s a dom until he gets the fuck of his life and learns hes a sub. also has a blood kink probably

Walter “Keys” McKey is a soft dom or switch. He may be nerdy but he’s very soft and caring. also idk why but i feel like he’d have sex and then go home and play a game of league or something

Steve Harrington is a switch who can go from hot dom who turns you into a weeping crying mess or sub who loves getting spanked and having marks left on him.

anyways i would like to fuck them all.

[mimixmunson]

Masterlist<3

A/N- I really hope I did this correctly but!! Here is the list of things I’ve written so far for this blog, some of these links might take you to my old blog (@mimimunson) but this is all my own work. If I’ve used any prompts for any particular post or any inspiration I’ve been given I will try my best to remember to credit you. Any fics that have been inspired by song lyrics will have a link to the song also. Enjoy<3

Steddie / Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson / Stranger Things ♡

Couples costumes headcanon/fluff

Wedding headcanon/fluff

Useful information headcanon/fluff

Jelly babies headcanon/fluff

Nicknames headcanon/fluff/smut

Drunken fingertips one shot/fluff

Turning tables one shot/fluff

Scream one shot/fluff

Desperation one shot/smut/poly steddie

Sleeping with the light on one shot/angst

Cuteness aggression one shot/fluff

Valentine’s Day one shot/fluff/angst

We can talk in the morning one shot/fluff

Prettiest puppy one shot/fluff/smut

The sweetest sub one shot/smut/fluff/request

Guitar pick turned promise ring headcanon/fluff

Who’s a good boy? headcanon/smut/fluff

‘Eddie the Munch’ headcanon/smut

Arachnophobic!Eddie one shot/angst/fluff

Swiftie!steddie (taylor’s version) headcanon/fluff

Theodorable headcanon/fluff

PDA one shot/fluff

Domestic life with you one shot/fluff

Steve Harrington / Stranger Things ♡

Boyfriend Steve helps with your period headcanon/fluff

Football!Steve headcanon/fluff

Thumb-sucking headcanon/fluff

Eddie Munson / Stranger Things

Boyfriend Eddie Munson is drunk headcanon/fluff

Scaredy cat headcanon/fluff

I’ve been wearing nothing every time I call you one shot/smut

Dom!Eddie has a praise kink one shot/smut

Caregiver!Eddie one shot/fluff

Icky-stepdad!Eddie one shot/smut

Stobin / Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley / Stranger Things ♡

Tiktok dances headcanon/fluff

Gator Tillman / Fargo season 5 ♡

Hurts so good one shot/smut/request

Hurt me so pretty headcanon/smut

On time is late one shot/smut

Told you not to tease one shot/smut

Far too long one shot/smut

Kurt Kunkle/Spree ♡

Gamer-bf!Kurt headcanon/smut

[eddies-whoreee]

Masterlist

DISCLAIMER!!!!

Oneshots

Mary on a Cross

My Princess

Forbidden Fruit

Thots

Hate fuck with Eddie

Riding His Happy Trail

Rockstar!eddie Headcanons

Eddie loves talking to your cunt

Eddie fucking you dumb

Eddie corrupting his best friend

Whiny Sub!Eddie

Giving Fboy!eddie a taste of his own medicine

Praise kink w/sub!eddie/// also link to degradation kink w/sub!eddie

Series

Traitor: 1

Oneshots

Douchbag

Control

Thots

Riding Steve’s thighs

Cockwarming Steve

Steve turning innocent!shy!reader into a sex addict

Oneshots

Teasing

Ambushed

Brat Taming

Thots

Steddie’s Rules

Steddie’s Kinks

Intimidating Steddie

Older!steddie

Steddie edging you

Series

I Can Make You SCREAM 1 2 3

Thots on Kinks

Pt.1 |

P!Links

1

Kurt Kunkle

Thots

Aftercare w/ sub!Kurt

Punishing sub!Kurt

[heresathreebee]

Kurt Kunkle | Spree (2020) || Formal Wear // Strap-Ons

Halloween Party; 2k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED, Swearing, Kurt Committed Crimes, Mentions of Medications and Side Effects, NSFW Streamer Reader, Costume Swap, Kissing, Oral (female receiving), Mommy Kink, Pet Names, Domme/Sub Dynamic, Pegging, Cock Ring, Cum Eating

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Influencer Parties always have the same outfits as Frat parties in movies– a dozen playboy bunnies, toga dudes, video game characters, half assed slashers, boring assholes in college-core or quoting movies ('I’m a homicidal maniac, they look just like everybody else'), and party city knock-offs. 

"What the hell are you supposed to be?," you ask from behind the rim of your solo cup. 

Kurt Kunkle brushes some glitter off of his dinner jacket and preens. "Bond. James Bond." 

You roll your eyes and hide a smile by taking a sip of the spiked punch. "Literally cannot believe you went as something other than the Scream killer. And no gun? What kind of spy are you?" 

Kurt shifts his feet uncomfortably. "I'm legally not allowed to hold one– not even a fake one." 

You raise your eyebrows in tandem, "noted." 

"B-but you look amazing," he stutters (and stares at your cleavage). "Let me guess… Catwoman?" 

You raise your cup and reply, "technically it's feline superheroine costume, but yes." 

"It's great, you look super hot," he says and wow he's lame at flirting but he's also super sincere about it and that's kinda doing it for you. "Do you want another drink?" 

You polish off the one in your hand and pull him into the kitchen area, avoiding the makeout sessions and shotgunners. You settle back against the counter and watch Kurt's every move as he fixes you a drink just to be on the safe side. He makes a screwdriver with almost no vodka in it, which is actually adorable. You figure either A) he doesn't want you to think he's trying to get you drunk or B) he made it how he likes it, which is confirmed when he makes one for himself the exact same way. 

“So do you come here often,” Kurt asks as he tries to lean sauvely on the counter (and getting his sleeve wet in the process). “Oh shit…” 

You laugh boisterously. “Did you really ask…? I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Um, kind of? I’ve been to Bobby’s parties before, but this will be my first Halloween party here. I’m surprised to see you without a camera in your hand.” 

This time Kurt sighs mournfully, “Yeah, I’m not allowed to do that either. Kurtsworld96 is officially dead.” 

“Aw, poor baby,” you reply with a mock pouty lip and brush some of the gel from hair slicked back hair off of his forehead. “Actually, I think I like you better without the camera. You have pretty eyes.” 

Kurt blushes and an instagram girl friend ropes you into a game of truth or dare (Kurt follows, naturally). You ignore the game for the most part and keep talking to him, learning that he is intimately familiar with your channel and it's domme content. He has to lean close to you to be heard over the occasional burst of laughter from the people actually playing the game. 

"Yeah, I like the video you did with The_Alpha_Canadian,” he says, referencing a video where you edged a gym bro for over an hour. “I wasn’t as impressed with his performance, like, if it was me, I would have been begging you to peg me.” 

Heat floods through your veins. Guys were all over your stream, accounting for 70% of your revenue– but as soon as it came to admitting they wanted you, or admitting they wanted to be dominated– suddenly the enthusiasm dries up and they all run scared. Kurt did not seem to suffer from at least saying it in confidence. 

You were going to ask him a question, but then half a dozen phone cameras with the flash on were being shoved in your face. “What?!”

“Truth or Dare, bitch!” Someone screamed. 

“Dare,” you growl, and swat at least three cameras out of your face which make the rest of them back up and turn their lights off out of fear respect. 

“Switch costumes with Melli!” 

MasochistMelli, your favorite collaborator (god, she’s a great submissive), was dressed as an angel until she wasn’t, that is. You and her are of similar physical size and you unzip the pleather bodysuit that’s been sticking to your body for hours. She laughs about exchanging sweaty clothes, and just behind her, you catch Kurt’s slack jawed expression as he gazes at your nearly nude forms. It reminds you how much you want to break him (knowing he’s either a total virgin or near enough). 

Once you finished donning the white feathery dress, halo and wings, the group starts seven minutes in heaven (because of course they do, it’s fucking faux high school in this bitch), and you drag the boy into the nearest closet to escape getting stuck with anyone else. 

"Oh hey, I–"  you interrupt him by pulling his lapels and smashing your lips to his. 

Kurt instantly sighs and cups his hands around your waist, pulling you close. He tastes like orange juice and licks what’s left of the flavored lip gloss clinging to your bottom lip. Just to tease, you nip his lip and suck a quick hickey into his neck. 

Kurt swears softly and his grip on your body gets tighter. “This doesn’t have to be just seven minutes, right? I mean, I’m cool with doing this the entire night if you are…” 

Chuckling, you lean back so you can look at his face. “Did you like that little show earlier? Basically got to see me naked. Did that make you hard, Kurt?” 

The man kisses you again and hides his face in your neck and you can barely understand his words in between the hundreds of desperate kisses he peppers on your neck and chest. “Actually… I mean it would have… definitely… normally I’d be rock hard by now… if I wasn’t, you know…” 

You hold still and wait for an answer. “If you weren’t what? Gay?” 

“No,” he sighs through his nose and the air cools the tracks of saliva he’s leaving all over your skin. “It’s these stupid meds I’m on now, they kind of, I don’t know… make it hard to get hard...” 

“Oh,” you nod in understanding. “Yeah, I’ve heard of that. My condolences.” You wrap your arm around his neck and let him grope your thighs and continue to kiss every part of you he can reach. “That’s too bad, I was thinking about seeing if you wanted to do a little video together.” 

Kurt lifts his head so fast he almost hits you. “Are you for real right now? I-I… that would literally be a dream come true for me, I don’t think you understand how big I fan I am of yours!” 

“Oh, but babe, what about…?” 

Kurt’s arms encircle you almost lovingly. “If anybody can make me come, it’s going to be you.” 

Challenge accepted. 

A flight of stairs and a few irate obstacles– sorry, partiers– later, you open the trunk of your car and set up your phone’s camcorder with Kurt in tow. “Hey party people and a late happy Halloween! I hope you’re up to some very naughty things tonight. For my part, I have a very special boy here looking for a good time, which I intend to give him full force, no holds bars. Sound good, Mr. Bond?” 

Kurt’s face lights up adorably and he nods so fast he becomes a blur. “Oh me! Yes! Oh god, yes.” 

Getting Kurt hard was easy because he didn’t seem to have hard limits. Degrade him, praise him, manhandle him, finger him– he really did beg for more at every turn. He’s just the perfect little sub. 

You’ve got him on his knees and ride the flat of his tongue against your clit. “Fuck, Kurt, such a good boy. And you learn so fast, baby. Can you guys believe it?” 

You talk to your recording, still unsure if you’re going to upload this or maybe keep it for yourself. Just when you need it, Kurt slips a few of his fingers into your warm channel and he fucks you at the same rate you hump his tongue. Your orgasm approaches fast, he can hear it coming and he groans at your taste, wanting to make it come faster and succeeding. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” your voice crescendoes until you softly keen and drench Kurt’s fingers in more slick. “That’s good, that’s good, Kurt. Stop now, baby, give me a minute.” 

Kurt rests his sweat slick forehead on your bare hip, his warm breath making you shiver in the night air. “Mommy. Please… I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me, mommy…” 

You can feel his erection brush against your calf and let him rub himself on your leg only because you know he can’t come with such little stimulation. “Okay pet. Can you stretch yourself out for me?” 

Kurt whimpers. “I’ve never done it by myself before…” 

You pet his hair back soothingly. “It’s okay baby. It’s okay…” 

…

You are strapped, camcorder propped up, car trunk open to give Kurt somewhere to bend over, and his ass thoroughly stretched and lubed. His legs are shaking from the effort not to spear himself onto the thick silicone you have been teasing his hole with. 

“Are you sure you’re ready, baby?,” you say just to be a dick. 

Kurt growls and answers you by arching his back more (but not begging, he’s been whimpering and begging for so long now, of course he’s ready!). 

“Here it comes.” You push the curved tip of the dildo passed his muscled ring and switch the vibration on. As soon as he relaxed just a tiny bit, you shoved the rest of it in fast, all six inches of it until the harness is right up against his cheeks and he’s nearly fallen to his face. Kurt yelps at the sudden movement, but as soon as he finds his footing again, he pushes back just to get it as deep as it can go. “Oh good fucking boy, Kurt! Look at you! You’re doing so well baby.” 

You can’t see his face from behind but you can imagine his jaw hanging open and the silent scream plastered on his face. “Do you want it fast and hard–” 

“Yes!” Kurt’s voice is shrill– “mommy, yes, don’t hold back…” 

As he wishes, you smirk slyly to your camera.

His back arches further when you take up a handful of his hair, the dry gel rehydrating and caking between your fingers. You use it to hold on to him as you start to thrust, keeping an even and quick tempo to ease yourself into the motion. It's not a position you are given often and it feels like such a treat and an honor to give Kurt what he wants– what he needs. 

And god, he's so vocal! You can see in the view window of your recording how red and shiny his cock and balls are, trapped to fullness by the black ring you cinched around it earlier. And when you thrust deep and smack your hips audibly against his, it twitches and begs for release. 

"Fuck baby," you reach around his hip and rip the ring off, "come if you can. I wanna see you. Will you make a mess for me, good boy?" 

Kurt whines his unintelligible answer and fucks himself back on your cock until his whole body siezes and his legs buckle under him. You quickly fist his spurting cock and milk as much white cum out of him as you can, even so far as to pinch the skin of his sack when he seems to be empty and you are instantly rewarded with a full, final jet that hits right into your front facing camera lens. 

Your laughter rings out high and satisfied as you pull your cock out and guide Kurt to rest halfway into the trunk. He's shaking like a leaf in the autumn air but so are you, so exhausted from the sex and in need of a nice warm bed. You pick up your phone and wipe the salty cum off with your tongue, getting enough to stop the video. 

"You okay there, Mr. Bond? I'm not going to have to stuff the rest of you into the trunk and dump your body somewhere, am I?" 

The man lifts his head weakly, looking like he's been through a hurricane. "Do I get the full domme experience? With the whole aftercare and cuddling?" 

You chuckle and stroke some of his hair out of his eyes. "Absolutely."

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I got trapped in a 5 hour game of Aggravation (a real board game by the way lol) it was a lot if fun but it was midnight before I was freed from it lol) thats why this was late