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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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(Sorry it wouldn’t let me switch to private posting once it was out there within a good time so ended up deleting the ask, but here it is)

(Cw: perv!Kurt, 18+)

Kurt Kunkle x reader

“Y-Yeah? You like that?”

Kurt ducked his chin into his neck, being able to further smell your hoodie, the lingering scent of you on it.

Kurt wasn’t even talking to anyone, or anything in particular. His crotch, covered by a thin layer of your red panties, the ones Kurt purposely picked from your dirty laundry basket, dark and leaking at the front where Kurt’s hard cock was straining against them. Throbbing as he slowly leaked pre, humping his own mattress, and pretending he was fucking you into it. His best friend, who he wanted to be boyfriend to so fucking badly.

“You want me?” He asked, whimpering out a moan as his hand fisted his pillow tight, falling against his bed now, his chest resting there, and slapping his hips down onto it. Thank God no one else was home, because even if Kurt’s top half had gotten lazy, he was still rutting his hips into you- into his bed, at full force. Kurt would give himself to you if you asked. You wouldn’t even have to plead.

“God. Ff- fucking love you y/n.” Maybe a part of Kurt hoped you’d come in. See how dedicated he was. How much he truly liked you. Maybe you’d think he was pathetic, and help him out. He’d take it. He’d take you. In any form he could.

Kurt sighed out whines, his knuckles strained, veins more obvious, almost like he was punching his pillows as he shifted his hips, so he could get a better look at your panties. And his cock in them. Staining them. Dirtying them forever.

Kurt was going to see how damaged they looked after. Depending hard on how many times he came into them. Kurt also always came... a lot, but he had jerked one out earlier, when he held your panties, only dirty from your wear, to his face while doing so. Surrounding himself in your smell, in your warm, soft clothes. Kurt just needed what he could grab at, you were addicting to him.

But Kurt hoped they didn’t look too dirty, only for the reason he didn’t really want to wash them before giving them back. On the other hand. Kurt could use them until he’d nearly fucked a hole through the middle. Until the underwear was only white, with speckles of red. And then he could wash them and return them. Hopefully he’ll have made more progress with you by then. Or, since that process would only take probably about three nights, including this one, Kurt could just steal another pair as a replacement for the ones he was returning as well.

Kurt took a sharp intake of breath, whine wobbling in his throat as he fucked harder, able to see the spot where the clear outline of the head of his cock was, dampening the more Kurt rut himself into his sheets. His cock, hard and picturesque in your own underwear. Right where it should be. “Ah, ahh!” Kurt sighed, his other hand gripping onto the chest of your hoodie, and bringing it back up to his nose, the soft material against his lips and chin, sensitive there. “Fuck, gonna make me cum again already.” Kurt giggled, maybe a bit of drool leaking onto your hoodie.

Kurt was throbbing so hard, it was unbelievable. And he was starting to sweat on his back but he didn’t care, as long as your hoodie smelled just like you. You’d worn it all day when hanging out with him after all. Kurt brushed up shakily between some strewn blankets, and he had to pause for a second, arms trembling, before going back to slowly humping, small forward movement thrusts that got bigger, if not staying the same pace, and Kurt knew his bed was squeaking throughout the entire place. “Shit. Wonder what you’d do if you saw me.” Kurt spoke differently this time, a smile on his face as he pictured it, imagining you perfectly, your own face. The one that was in Kurt’s thoughts every time he came for the past solid month.

He perfectly got the image of your face in his head, the exact expression he’d hope you’d wear if you walked in on him right now.

Kurt yelled out, falling into his bed, as hot cum started spurting from his cock. Lying face down on his mattress, Kurt kept lazily rutting his hips, riding his whole, long, orgasm out, with his groin just grinding into the bed, as he cried out into his pillow, feeling his thighs, and his stomach, and your panties, become so hot, and wet, because Kurt was cumming everywhere, all over himself and his bed, and your stolen underwear.

After what felt like an hour, Kurt finally stopped cumming. He spluttered unceremoniously onto his pillow, hot shaky breaths leaving him as he stayed flat, not unused to lying down in a puddle of his own cum, after a more tiring session. Even though Kurt did get tired easily, he was ever horny. And the amount of cum he stored must’ve been godly, because Kurt could keep going forever. His stamina increased the second he began his little crush on you, too. Kurt only hoped he could make you feel this good, as soon as you did want him in that way. Well- maybe you already did, but Kurt just needed you to make a move first. He was shy!

Kurt took a few moments, lips smacking as he gently rut twice more on the bed. Feeling like purring as he relished in the feeling of soothing his aftershocks. Imagining this is what his cock would feel like, rubbing against your panties he’d made wet with your own juices, before fucking you again, just as you asked.

When Kurt looked up, a small trail of drool snapped from his white fluffy pillow, and his lips. And as Kurt’s lazy eyes focused, he knew the next thing to do was putting those panties onto his pillow and using that next.

Just until he could get a taste of the real you.

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slowdiived · 2 years

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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.

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eddielove · 3 months

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My Roman Empire is Joe Keery playing on guitars

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junocore3 · 3 months

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how i feel when i dont have a white boy to obsess over

edit: holy shit yall, thanks for almost 800 likes/reposts 🫶

#devon bostick #mike schmidt x reader #dean taylor x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #josh hutcherson #ethan landry x reader #rodrick heffley x reader

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megxplryxb · 1 month

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Romance is Dead, Isn't it?

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Notes: Sweet and fluffy, little bit of angst. Based around Valentine’s Day because I’ve had this is in my drafts for a minute.

The smell of cheap, overused aftershave and five dollar bouquets, currently lingered throughout the aisles of Family Video. Loved up couples filling the store, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings and pressing kisses to their lovers blushing cheek as they scanned the shelves of the romance section.

Love heart decorations hung from the ceiling, pink foil curtains draped over the entrance and Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time blared from the speakers while you completed sellotaping the balloons you’d only finished inflating ten minutes ago. You weren't exactly sure why Keith was making Valentine's Day such an extravaganza this year but you were absolutely hating every second of it.

February fourteenth had never been kind to you. Not when you were ten years old and the card you thought had been from your childhood crush was actually written by your Mom. Not when you were fifteen and you went to the movies with Jackson Taylor, who made up a rumour that he had gotten to second base with you and definitely not last year, when Derek Cooper had taken you out for dinner, only to be caught by his girlfriend that he had surprisingly forgotten to mention.

Yeah, Valentine's Day could suck it.

“If one more person asks if we have another copy of Sixteeen Candles, I swear, I won't be held responsible for my actions.” You warn, jumping down from the step ladder with a loud huff.

“Yikes, what’s gotten your panties in a bunch today babe?” Robin questions with a teasing smile on her face as she serves the next customer.

“My panties are not in a bunch thank you very much. I'm just saying, what kind of moron waits until Valentines Day to rent the most sought after romcom?" You ask, taking a gulp of water in an attempt to erase the taste of rubber from your mouth.

Fake laughter echoes from the other side of the store where some girl has been flirting with Steve for the past fifteen minutes. You'd noticed her outside before she walked in, glossing her lips and pushing her boobs up just enough to get the attention she was obviously desperate for. She's annoyingly pretty, with perfect hair and sun kissed skin and when she raises her well manicured hands to rest on his bicep, you can’t help but grit your teeth at them.

"Is he planning to do any work at all today?" You point, rolling your eyes as Robin looks over at her other best friend and then back to you with a frown. She can sense the irritation in your voice and she knows why, even if you would never admit it. The signs have been there for quite some time and she wonders how much longer you can keep up the charade of not having feelings for Steve Harrington.

"Hey Dingus! A little help over here?" Robin demands, directing him to the queue of customers waiting for assistance at the counter. Steve nods his head, apologising to the girl who makes sure to write her number on his arm before waving goodbye.

“Yeah, thanks for calling me over, I've been trying to get away from her for like, the last ten minutes.” Steve breathes a sigh of relief, gesturing for the next customer to approach.

“Yeah, you really looked like you were being held against your will there, Harrington.” You scoff bitterly, stacking up a pile of returned tapes.

“Seriously, did you guys not see me trying to signal for help when she started touching me? I mean come on, desperate much?" He jeers, shaking his head.

"She did seem disgustingly eager." Robin interjects, scrunching her nose.

"Since when has that ever stopped him?" You reply, motioning towards Steve, who seems a little bit offended by your words.

"Jesus, why does it look like Cupid came all over this place?" Eddie chuckles as he enters the store, getting his jacket caught in the foil curtain, almost ripping it off of the door.

“Hey, careful Munson, don’t mess up my masterpiece!” You warn, carrying the tapes into the back as he slowly untangles himself.

"Because dear Edward, it is the day of love and romance!” Robin squeals excitedly, clapping her hands.

“Can you tell she has a date with Vickie tonight?” You tease, her cheeks turning pink at the mention of her new girlfriend.

“Alright, way to go Buckley.” Eddie high-fives the girl who couldn’t contain her happiness.

“We’re just going to the movies but I’m so nervous! Like, what if I make a total doofus of myself around her? She might not be as accepting of my clumsiness as you guys. I could fall up the steps when we’re walking to our seats or choke on the popcorn or…”

“Robin relax, you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.” Steve interrupts, hearing the conversation from the till. His eyes meet yours, both of you sharing a disapproving look at your friend’s lack of confidence in herself. It was something you often discussed between yourselves, trying to figure out ways to help her see just how great she really was. Robin had always been good at hyping other people up, telling them how awesome or pretty they were but it was a completely different story when it came to herself.

“Steve’s right, you need to chill out. Vickie’s already heard you doing god awful karaoke, not to mention witnessing you hurl all over the bathroom floor at the Hideout and she’s still drooling over you. The girl is putty in your pretty little hands.” You jokingly reassure with a smile and it seems your light hearted words put her somewhat at ease as she takes a relieved breath.

“Hey, do you guys have a copy of that new movie with Molly Ringwald? Sixteen something?” Eddie shouts from the romance section of the store earning a scowl from you.

“Shit out of luck Munson, we’re totally sold out.” Steve replies, the curly haired metal head letting out a dramatic groan as he walked back to the counter, causing some of the other customers to flinch.

“Didn’t take you for a romcom kinda guy Eds.” You mock as he gives you a toothy grin. “Sweetheart, if it helps me get laid by the end of the night, I’ll watch anything.”

“Ew, gross Eddie, I really don’t need visions of you and Chrissy getting it on.” Robin shivers in disgust.

Although you share the same sentiment as your best friend, you can't help but think how nice it is that Eddie finally found someone that truly loves him for who he is. You couldn't remember ever seeing him so happy and a little part of you was jealous that you didn't have that with someone too.

"Harrington, did you get a tat dude?" Eddie quizzes, pointing to the digits on Steve's arm. You're taken out of your thoughts upon hearing the question directed at your coworker. Steve's eyes fall to you for a brief moment but you busy yourself with some paperwork, trying your best to pretend you're not paying attention to them.

"Oh, um no man, just a customer earlier, gave me her number." Steve brushes off with a shrug.

"Sweet, you gonna call her?" The hellfire leader interrupts and you hate yourself for wanting to know the answer too.

"God no, she was way too forward." Steve says, shaking his head, hoping that would be the end of the conversation as you relax again.

"What's wrong with forward? Come on man, it's Valentine's Day, call her, ask her out." Eddie encourages, wondering why Robin was shooting him a killer look as Steve shifts uncomfortably.

"Actually, I kind of already have a date tonight." He states, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. The relief you felt moments ago, quickly vanishing, being replaced with a gut wrenching feeling in the pit of your stomach. Steve had someone and it wasn't you. It would never be you.

“You do? Since when, why wasn’t I informed about this?” Robin quizzes suspiciously.

“I don’t have to tell you everything, Robin.” He huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Do we know her?” Eddie smirks and you wish you were anywhere else right now.

“Maybe you do, maybe you don’t.” He answers coyly before serving the next customer.

“So what about you sweetheart, who’s the lucky guy that’s taking you out tonight?” The metal head grins, raising his brows suggestively.

You see Steve and Robin turning their heads, attention on you as Eddie waits for your response. For a moment you consider lying, trying to think of a name and a place just to save face on being the only one without a date for tonight and maybe a little part of you wanted to see what Steve’s reaction would be too. But Robin already knew you had no plans, she had probably already told Steve the same.

“There isn’t one.” You answer, looking down at the ground, wanting it to swallow you whole.

“Bullshit, every time I’m in here there’s a guy asking you out.” Eddie spits, frowning at your response.

He’s right, guys do ask you out. It’s not like you were some sort of prude who never had a sex or never went on dates but lately, you just hadn’t been feeling it. Not when your heart belonged to someone who didn’t even know they had it and until you could get over Steve Harrington, it wouldn’t be fair to start something with someone else.

“Yeah, just not the one I actually want.” You reply, refusing to look Steve’s way as you walk to the back.

You figure now is a good time to take you break, needing a moment away from your friends to regain your composure. The restroom door locking behind you as you drop to the floor, tucking your knees into your chest. How had you gotten here? How had you been so stupid to fall for your friend? How had you allowed this to happen?

You secretly wondered who Steve’s date could be, knowing there was a number of viable contenders. Was it the brunette from last week who asked him to explain how The Lost Boys wasn’t a Peter Pan spin off or the blonde that always laughed at his jokes even when they weren’t even funny. Or maybe it was the raven haired girl who openly discussed her recent porno rentals with him every week.

One thing you knew for sure, it certainly wasn’t you.

The sound of footsteps brings you back to your shitty reality and the sudden knock on the bathroom door has you standing on your feet again.

“Hey, it’s just me. Are you ok?” You hear Robin ask from the other side. You straighten yourself up, wiping your clothes down before unlocking the door to face your friend.

“Yeah of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You question, doing your best to give her a reassuring smile but she sees right through you.

“I honestly didn’t know dingus had a date, I would have told you if I did.” She mutters nervously as you shake your head.

“Why? It’s not like I care what he does.” You state as Robin gives you an unconvinced glance.

“Babe, it’s me you’re talking to right now, no one else. You forget I used to be the master at hiding my feelings, so I know all the signs. You’re totally crazy about him aren’t you?” She quizzes, as you shrug your shoulders. There was no point in hiding it from her anymore, she could read you like a book.

“I’ll get over it.”

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” She suggests as you let out a bitter laugh. “Did you not just hear what he said out there? He has a date, Robin.”

“Yeah but maybe if—”

“No. I’m not telling him alright? So please, just drop it.” You beg, letting out a deflated sigh.

Robin decides not to push you any further, realising you didn’t want to talk about it right now but you know this won’t be the end of it and eventually you’d have to answer the many questions you were sure she was going to have, taking a mental note to purchase alcohol before you talked about your feelings for Steve with her. But for now, you were grateful that she was leaving well enough alone so you could get back to work and pretend that everything was fine.

The remaining hours went by painfully slow, the romance section almost bare and you were counting down the minutes before you could go home to your bed and shut out the world while you waited for this shitty day to be over. Once the store got a little quieter, Steve offered to man the counter while you did Robin’s make up in the back, helping her get ready for the long awaited date before her girlfriend picked her up.

By 7:45, you were left with Steve and Keith who had been in his office doing paper work since he ordered you to decorate the store earlier. Steve had noticed you were quieter than usual, trying his best to joke and make light conversation but all he was met with was one worded answers.

“It was really cool of you to do Robin’s make up, y’know?” You hear Steve mumble as you restock the confectionery stand.

“That’s what best friends are for, right?”

“Yeah of course but you saw how nervous she was all day and I think you helping her out by making her look all pretty and stuff, just gave her the confidence boost she needed for tonight. I just thought it was really sweet of you.” He compliments, a warm look on his face that has your frosty demeanour melting.

“Alright, I’m done for the day. You two ok to lock up?” Keith asks, dousing himself in cheap cologne as Steve shoots his boss a glare knowing it was his night to close.

“No, not really. I have a date.” Steve argues as Keith grunts unsympatheticly. “You’re not the only one lover boy.”

“Online chat rooms don’t count, Keith.” Steve fires back as you try not to laugh at the expression on your boss’s face.

“You want to be out of a job, Harrington?” Keith threatens, looking less than impressed.

“No, but I really need to—”

“That settles it then, you two will lock up. Happy Valentines Day.” He smirks, throwing Steve a set of keys before exiting the store.

“What an asshole!” Steve groans, throwing the keys on the counter, putting an irritated hand through his signature hair while his plans hang in the balance.

“Now I get why he wanted me to decorate so badly.” You mutter, thinking back to how you spent the first couple of hours of your shift, blowing up balloons and getting sticky tape stuck in your hair. Keith was loved up like the rest of your friends. Cupid had gotten another one.

“Do you actually believe he has a date?” Steve asks, frustration still apparent in his voice as you nod your head, groaning.

“As much as it pains me to say yes, given that I myself don’t actually have a date, when have you ever seen him put on cologne?” You question as Steve lets out a heavy sigh.

“Good point. I hope she stands the son of a bitch up though.” He grins playfully and you can’t help but smile back at him. He was so breathtakingly beautiful and you kind of hated him for it.

“Hey, look at that, I finally got a smile out of you.” He teases, poking at your cheek as you lightly push his hand away.

“Steve, quit it.” You giggle as he shakes his head.

“Not a chance, you’re just so pretty when you smile.” He admits, cupping your face momentarily, locking his eyes with your own and your breath hitches as his warm hand rests on your face, his thumb carefully caressing your cheek and you hope to god you’re not blushing right now. Your eyes wander to his lips, pink and plump and a little chapped from the cold weather Hawkins was currently experiencing and you couldn’t help but wonder what lucky girl would get to kiss them later on.

For a moment as Steve gazed at you, you considered telling him everything. How you’ve been crazy about him since you worked at Scoops Ahoy together, falling hard for him when you saw how kind he was to the kids he watched over, knowing he wasn’t the same selfish guy you’d known in high school. Steve Harrington was selfless, brave and caring and as you looked into his caramel coloured eyes, all you wanted for him was to be happy because that’s what he deserved more than anything, even if it would never be with you.

“Steve…”

“Yeah?” He whispers, looking at you in a way that made your knees weak.

You knew this was your chance to tell him, the perfect night to admit your feelings but previous Valentine’s Day disasters prevented you from saying what you really wanted to, afraid Steve would have to let you down gently or worse, laugh in your face.

“You should go home and get ready for your date, I’ll lock up here.” You swallow hard as he finally removes his hand from your face, seemingly taking him out of his own thoughts.

“Oh, no I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He replies, shaking his head.

“You didn’t ask me, I offered.” You reassure, feeling guilty for how you had treated him all day.

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t. The place is quiet now anyway and there’s only an hour left. Plus I’ve been looking forward to destroying all those damn decorations all day.” You joke, attempting to hide the sadness you were currently feeling from him, terrified that you’d break down in tears if he stuck around much longer.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He grins as you playfully roll your eyes at him. “So I’ve been told.”

“Got any advice for a successful Valentine’s date?” He questions, grabbing his car keys as you let out a sarcastic laugh.

“You’re really not asking the right person. I don’t think I’ve ever had a good Valentine’s experience. Why are you so nervous anyway, you’ve been on hundreds of dates?”

“Yeah I know, but I really like this girl, like a lot. More than I’ve ever liked anybody and I really don’t want to mess this up.” He sighs and you wonder if he can hear your heart smashing into pieces.

“Wow, she must be really special.” You breathe as he nods his head looking like a schoolboy with a crush.

“Yeah, she is.” He admits and it’s like a fresh bullet to your chest.

“Well then I hope she knows how lucky she is. Any girl who can’t see what an amazing guy you are would have to be a complete idiot.” You reply honestly, almost certain you see a hint of pink in his cheeks.

“Thanks, honey.” He whispers, before walking towards the exit, the nickname causing your brain to short circuit. Honey.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl.” He grins, walking out the door as you feel a tear slide down your cheek watching his car pull out of the space, taking your broken heart right along with him. A heavy sigh escapes your lips, cursing under your breath, pondering if you were really doomed to face every February fourteenth in utter misery.

The last hour of your shift had gone by quicker than expected, having no customers during the final thirty minutes, giving you plenty of time to dispose of the shitty decorations that had mocked you throughout the day. When you finished vacuuming the floor, you wondered how your friends were fairing on their dates. Had Eddie gotten through a rom com without passing out? Did Robin make it up the steps of the movie theatre without falling? Was Keith really on a date with an actual woman? Had Steve already managed to get his new girl into bed?

That last thought made you want to throw up.

At 8:50 you decided to call it a night, dreaming of your warm bed and the cheese pizza you were going to order the minute you got home, wanting nothing more than to wallow in self pity. The money had been cashed up, the shelves were organised and you figured you had earned the extra ten minutes after everything you had endured today. Once you grabbed your handbag and jacket from your locker, you did a final check of the place before clocking out, switching the open sign to closed before you shut the door behind you, turning the key in the lock and pulling the shutters down, thankful you were off for the next couple of days.

As you tossed the keys into your bag, pulling on your jacket to prepare for the short walk to your apartment, you noticed a familiar maroon BMW parked up and Steve Harrington leaning against the hood, holding a bouquet of flowers.

“Steve?”

“Hey you.” He smiles, eyes sparkling in the glow of the moonlight.

“Is everything ok?” You worry, wondering if something had happened to one of the kids or your older friends.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t it be?” Steve reassures as you let out a sigh of relief.

“Well for starters, aren’t you supposed to be on a date right now?” You quiz, confusion apparent in your tone.

“I was just waiting for her to get off work actually, I’m picking her up here.” He smirks confidently, pushing himself off of the hood.

“You’re meeting her in the Family Video parking lot? Isn’t that a bit creepy?” You tease, raising a brow at him, trying not to focus on how good he looks in a grey sweater that you’ve never seen on him before.

“Well yeah, I guess it would be a little creepy if she didn’t work there.” He jokes, hoping he’d given you enough clues to figure out the rest for yourself. When your eyes begin to widen, mouth parting as you try to speak, he knows the penny has finally dropped.

“Steve I—”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl.” He grins, repeating the same words he'd said earlier, handing you the prettiest bunch of daisies you’ve ever seen and it’s not until his fingers brush yours that you realise it isn’t a dream. Steve Harrington was here, waiting for you.

“These are for me?” You ask, breath catching in your throat.

“Of course they are, who else would I get them for?” He teases as you try to hold back tears.

"Steve, I…I can’t believe you got me daisies. they’re so beautiful.” You smile, suddenly feeling very dizzy.

“I know I probably should have gotten you roses but I remember last summer when we took the kids to the park and you made Max and El daisy chains. You said they were your favourite.”

“You remember that?” You blush looking up at him as he nods. “I remember everything about you, honey.”

Your stomach is doing somersaults now, palms sweaty and shaking with the way he’s looking at you and it takes everything in you not to kiss him silly.

“Did Robin know about this?” You quiz, wondering if you were going to have to murder your friend tomorrow for letting you go through a shift thinking Steve was going on a date with someone else.

“Are you serious? You know she can’t keep secrets. I couldn’t take the risk that she wouldn’t telll you. Plus, I was afraid she’d never let me live it down if you rejected me.” Steve jokes, flashing his pearly whites at you. How could you ever reject him?

“I don’t understand, if Robin didn’t tell you, how did you know I had feelings for you?”

“Not to sound totally arrogant but I’m not completely stupid. I see how flustered you get around me sometimes and how jealous you get when a customer tries to flirt with me, like today. But mostly I’ve seen the way you look at me and then I knew for sure—cause it’s the same way I look at you.” He whispers, his warm hand cupping your cheek.

“And how exactly do you look at me?” You challenge, swallowing hard as his lips inch closer to yours.

“Like I’m totally crazy about you.”

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #king steve #steve harrington imagine #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington smut #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #djotime #djo #joe keery #gator tillman #kurt kunkle

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theghostinyourwalls · 5 days

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I can’t believe we’ve all been cropped out of these pictures

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sabrinadelreyy · 21 days

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let's take a moment to appreciate joe with glasses

#joe keery #glasses #petition for him to wear glasses more #hes so babygirl #steve harrington #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #steve harrington x reader #x reader #djo time #joe keery djo #djo music #djo #djotime #gator tillman #stranger things

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sadhours · 4 months

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gamer boyfriend with kurt

kurt x female reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, virginity loss, oral (m receiving), no use of y/n, awkward dirty talk, p in v (unprotected)

“Ya know, if you actually stream the gameplay and not just your face, people might watch,” you tell him as you sit back on the bed, plugging in your phone.

Kurt looks down at his lap and then back up at you, looks like he’s connecting the dots and you’re right. Like he’s never thought of that before. He pouts, “Yeah well maybe when the money from Spree gets to my bank, I’ll look into it.”

You huff, propping yourself up on your elbow so you can watch him. You have no idea what game he’s playing, video games aren’t really your thing. But it’s a bunch of dudes running around with guns. You’d have a better chance guessing if the games were listed on a board and you threw a dart at it. Who you think is Kurt’s character isn’t very good, though. The dudes running around in circles and not shooting. Gets shot several times in the few minutes you’re watching.

“Are you winning?” you ask, bored.

“No,” he mumbles.

You sigh and pick up your phone, scrolling through Twitter absentmindedly when some porn pops up and out of curiosity, you don’t keep scrolling. An idea pops into your head and you reach your foot out to poke Kurt’s thigh. “I know how to get some attention online,” you purr.

“How?!” he asks excitedly, glancing briefly at you and then his eyebrows furrow. “I’m talking to my girlfriend, not you guys!” he screeches into the mic. Then his eyes roll, “Yes, she’s real.”

You giggle, stroking your foot up his thigh and back down. His cheeks flush as he continues in the mic, “We haven’t had a chance yet.” He sounds embarrassed and you can assume they’re asking if he’s slept with you, in not so nice words. And you two haven’t. Not for a lack of trying on your end. Hell, you would’ve blown him in his Spree the first time you met. Granted, you were drunk but you thought Kurt was cute and really, you would’ve invited him in if he wasn’t so awkward. So you left him your number on a napkin but he never called. And for about two weeks you wracked your brain trying to remember his instagram handle that he repeatedly rattled off to you and your drunken friends. They thought he was cringey but something about Kurt intrigued you. He was sweet. And really goddamn good looking under that mop of greasy hair and clothes his mom picked out for him.

She was really the reason you guys hadn’t done much more than rushed handjobs in his Prius. Kurt’s mom was… protective. Babied the hell out of Kurt. Treats him like a teenager and not a 23 year old man. The door has to stay open when you’re over. Like that would stop two adults from fooling around.

“We’re busy, I don’t know,” Kurt’s mumbling interrupts your thoughts. “No! She wants to. She definitely wants to.”

You get up from his bed and get yourself between his thighs, purring into the mic, “Oh, I really want to.”

Kurt’s face lights up, cheeks flushing as they swell with a bright smile. You giggle, and close his laptop, ending his stream. Something like this will get him banned, and you’re pretty sure he’d cry over it. He starts to protest, “Wait! What are you—“ it dies in his throat as you palm at his crotch over his pants.

His eyes roll back the harder you rub and yours glance up towards the door, making sure his mom isn’t being nosy. But she works a lot so when she gets home, she tends to pass out watching TV. You’re probably in the clear as long as Kurt keeps quiet. Your fingers work to unbutton his jeans, pulling down the zipper before grabbing his waistband and tugging his pants down. You can see the swell of his dick chubbing up in his briefs and you rub your nose against him, looking up to see his pretty, full lips falling open. He’s gripping the controller close to his chest and his eyes are on you. Sweetest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

Mouthing at his boner, you hook your fingers into his briefs and start pulling them down his thighs. Kurt’s impressive length flops out and rises with arousal, filling out quickly. Kurt hasn’t admitted he’s a virgin, but you’ve come to the conclusion he is. Which is a first for you and it’s exciting. The thought that you’ll be his first is intoxicating and has you soaking through your panties. You wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke him slow and tight, mouth watering at the sight of it. His cocks huge. Pretty. Thick and long with a pink head and it gets wet. Never seen a man leak so much. You lick his slit, giddy when he whines and grips the Xbox controller tighter.

“Maybe I am,” he mumbles into the microphone and smirks and you laugh softly, squeezing his dick tighter. More precum bubbles out of his slit and you’re quick to lick it up.

“Tell them, Kurt,” you bite your lip, “Tell them what I’m doing.”

He looks shy, eyebrows raising as his cheeks ruddy even more, “She’s literally touching my dick right now.”

He whispers it, barely audible and you wrap your lips around his tip, sucking softly as you look up at him. Wide eyed. Kurt whines again and then says, “I’m not lying!”

“Shh,” you hush him when you pull off his dick, “We have to be quiet.”

“Sorry,” his eyes are so so sweet and apologetic. You need him. Can’t handle it anymore. You stand, pushing down your leggings and underwear before climbing into his lap. He grunts, looking at you all wide eyed and confused but it just spurs you on more. You’re almost feral for it. For him. For Kurt.

“Shh,” you repeat, “Need you, now.”

You grip his cock, lining it up with your entrance and sinking down on him. You whine from it and Kurt moans, loud and shaky. Slapping your palm over his mouth, you look at him with wide eyes before looking over to the doorway.

“Kurt… keep it down, baby. Okay?” you whisper, gazing into those beautiful brown eyes. He nods, and you grab the controller, dropping it to the floor and guiding his hands to hold your waist. He grips you tightly, looking up at you with stars in his eyes. You smile, stroking his cheek with your thumb before lifting up and slowly lowering back down on him. Kurt looks amazed, eyes and mouth open in absolute awe. You build a slow and gently rhythm, wanting this to last at least five minutes.

You connect your lips to his, pushing the headphones off his head and they fall around his neck. Riding him steadily, you deepen the kiss as you slide your tongue along his lower lip. But Kurt’s Kurt so he doesn’t get it and you have to press your thumb to his chin and pull his mouth open. When you lick inside his mouth, he moans and digs his fingers into the small of your back. Thank God his cocks so long, it prods at your g-spot perfectly, hooked just right. You’re sure you can cum if you time it properly. So you kiss him filthier before picking up the pace, sucking on his tongue and licking against the roof of his mouth. Kurt’s completely falling apart, whimpering and messy. You bounce in his lap, adjusting the angle to ensure he’s slamming against your spongy bit just so.

His gaming chair squeaks under the weight, rhythmically mirroring your thrusts. You gasp, pulling back from the kiss and whispering in his ear, “Talk to me, baby. Make me me cum.”

“Oh!” he whines, “okay, uh… I’m fucking you. With my dick.”

It’s almost sweet and dorky enough to work, it makes you smile and you nod as you whisper back, “Yeah, baby. You are, your cock is so big. Filling me so deep, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he whimpers, “Filling your pussy up.”

“How’s my pussy feel, baby?” You coax him along, knitting your fingers in his hair, slowing your movements.

“Good. Really good,” he struggles to get stay quiet, voice wrecked and shaky, “It’s wet and so good.”

“Yeah?” you hum, kissing along his jaw, “You wanna cum in my pussy, baby?”

“I—fuck,” he grits out, wrapping his arms around your waist while he holds you still, spurts of hot cum shooting from him inside you.

Well, you tried. You nuzzle against him and repeatedly kiss his jaw as he rides out his bliss. “That’s it, Kurt. Fill me up.”

He lets out a pathetic sound, face all contorted as he thrusts his hips up at you. Then his arms fall to his sides while he lets out labored breaths. You keep kissing his face and stroking his hair.

“Let’s go to mine. And we can do that some more,” you say and Kurt laughs, full of excitement and disbelief.

#kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #Kurt kunkle x you

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dominantslasherking · 6 months

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Slashers x Male S/o Masterlist 2

Here is my PART 2 Master list.

Hello, my devilishly handsome readers.

MASTERLIST PT 1.

Btw, Dominant Male reader FOR all of them.

Warning emoji⚠️⚠️ With the one that has smut.

Patrick Bateman

Patrick Bateman x Male reader Patrick had always mistaken his jealousy for you to be out of wanting what you want, to be like you, when it was in fact that Patrick was jealous because he couldn't be with you. Patrick wants to show you how much he wants you, by getting on his knees like a good boy. (BTW you're his boss)

MORE COMING SOON Billy and Stu

Billy and Stu x Male reader You always manage to catch Billy and Stu's eyes on you, whether it be in the college classroom, or when you're purchase horror stuff, they always seem to follow you. Even in your house you still feel their gazes --- Billy and Stu x Male reader. [Requested] Bill and Stu trying to feel the reader up after he killed someone. And the reader just wants to clean up his mess and go. And since his misbehaving brats don't get the hint, he pins them to the wall, hands around their throats, to get them to shut up

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Billy and Stu x Male reader [Requested]Billy and stu where male reader ignores them because they have been more caught up in there killing then reader so he gets annoyed and decides to ignore them MORE COMING SOON Hannibal Lecter Hannibal Lecter x Male reader Hannibal drooling over how fit and muscled one of his patients (reader) is and just fantasizing about what he’d let reader do to him during one of their sessions.

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader Your basically a mysterious male figure that happens to be around the bene gesserit, (whom not even they could control you) Feyd is obsessed with you, a deep longing inside his soul, his body.

--- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader One of Feyd's Harpies disrespects you. Feyd is ruthlessly possessive and obsessed with you. --- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader ⚠️⚠️ Rough, possessive, soul-snatching, soul-sucking, sex. Also, Feyd is a powerbottom.

-- Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Male reader A scene of Feyd showcasing his possessive and overly jealous love for you.

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little-bumblebeeee · 8 months

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man written by a woman energy

#joe keery #stranger things #steve harrington #djo #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #walter keys mckey #free guy #spree movie #keys mckey #keys x reader #joe keery x reader #steve harrington x reader #Man written by a woman energy #Oh what I'd give to be that spongebob popsicle

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slvtforstve · 1 month

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How different joe keery roles would react to you on your period

should i make this a series?

#steve harrington #gator tillman x reader #steve harrington x reader #free guy #keys #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #steve harrington smut #gator tillman smut #fake texts #joe keery #steve harrington fluff

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collectivecloseness · 11 months

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I feel like Kurt would get super needy really, really easily. Imagining him humping your thigh desperately while your tryna do something 🤭

Oh he absolutely does. Kurt is needy 24/7. Whether you two have started something or not, he’s already needy for you

Kurt Kunkle x reader

You pat your thigh so Kurt could help with your necklace, it was a pretty thing Kurt had bought you after coming back from spreeing one day. But now it was caught in your hair, and you can’t quite see where it’s stuck, or figure out how to get it out without ripping a chunk out your own head. So Kurt, like the helpful boyfriend he is, of course moved over with a “Yeah sure” when you asked him to help. And then, when you pat your leg for him to sit, oh Kurt was so happy he agreed.

He got your necklace undone gracefully, for a Kurt move, because he imagined that kinda hurts, being stuck like that. He’s had so many things stuck in his hair, some of that recently. But then, as soon as it was done, which he told you of, and he got a “Thank you Kurt.”, as soon as he got that praise, that smile up from you... Kurt knows he’s going to do it.

Kurt starts grinding himself on your leg, looking down at you, his features all so soft as he starts rutting on top of you, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

Your eyes widen a little, looking him up and down, before holding onto your boyfriends hips, sliding your hands just that bit further to be half holding his ass. “Oh? Was someone needy?”

“Yes.” Kurt breathes out, humping your leg with less care now, since you were playing along with his game.

“Was this your plan all along?” You gently squeezed him.

Kurt shook his head, still grinding “N-No, no. But... I’ve thought about it, all the time.”

“What? Fucking my thigh?”

“Mmh!” Kurt moaned, wrapping his hands over the back of your neck, watching your chest bounce in time with each thrust he gave you. His clothed cock hard, and throbbing, being pressed into you over and over with his movements. “Please...”

“Please what Kurt? You want to cum already?”

Kurt whined high. That wasn’t what he meant, but you talking like that had made him even closer. Kurt could probably cum within seconds of being touched, if you ordered him to. Maybe even without.

Kurt sidles closer on your lap, pressing his nose to your forehead and breathing hard and hot against it, his chest trying to lean into yours, as he keeps humping you. Rolling his hips into your warm thigh, and feeling how much he ached for you.

The sofa was creaking a little now. You knew it could support your weights, but Kurt had heard, and like the horny guy he was, he started fucking your thigh faster and harder, listening to the squeaks, as he sighed needily against your head.

“It’s okay Kurtie. You can cum if you need to.” You held Kurt’s backside close to you, moving back slightly to look up at him, because you knew Kurt loved to see you when he came.

Kurt whined, humping your leg faster and faster and faster and more and more and more, until he was throbbing so hard, he finally let himself spill. Cum shooting out of his dick in loads, as he kept humping your thigh, coating your leg in his seed as he sighed loudly, groaning as he came down from his high. Still keeping his eye contact with you, as his red lip was fallen open, humping you dumbly as he kept on cumming, whining all while watching you.

“So good Kurt. Thank you baby.” You stroked his lower back tenderly. Smiling when it made Kurt arch, you could almost feel how that sent sparks through his dick. Watching him finish cumming, as he held your face gently in his warm hands.

Even though Kurt felt himself finally stop cumming on your thigh, he still kept rutting. It was like his brain had gone stupid, he barely even realised he was doing it. Kurt hummed, giving out a soft “Thank you.” But Kurt’s hips never stopped. They only slowed a little with his last shot of cum, but then he’d gone back to a lazy pace again. Still humping himself into your thigh.

You giggled, knowing even for Kurt, he definitely had to have stopped cumming now, he was just being so silly. You placed your hand on his thigh, and Kurt sucked in air through his teeth, humping faster, until you spoke. “Sssh Kurt. You can have a break baby. Can fuck me when you get off my lap, okay?”

Kurt’s eyes widened, finally some brain cells coming back, as you could see the mist clearing from his eyes. Although apparently not all of them, as he scrambled off your lap, hissing and grabbing his crotch, through his utterly soaked now dark sweats, in sensitivity, before sitting his butt down on the floor, almost falling, and looking up at you on the sofa. “Yes! But I want to give you head first.”

#just a shorter one bc it is sooooooo late here but I rly wanted to do smth bc I haven’t been able to for so long!!!#Kurt Kunkle/reader #citrussy #kurt kunkle #Kurt Kunkle x reader #ask #anon #spree 2020 #Kurt Kunkle drabble

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slowdiived · 2 years

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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.

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memzyyy · 1 month

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i hate this story icl. it’s old tho so🫡

i lit had to DIG through my notes to find these fuckers.

i hate this fanfic so much i cannot emphasise this enough

SORRY FOR ABANDONING YOUS

@angelll135444 <3

NSFW DOWN BELOW

you had gone to a nightclub with him and a couple of his friends, when you got to a hotel there wasn’t enough rooms so you and your enemy were forced to share a room

little did you know it would end up with you on top of him with his hands on your hips while you ride furiously on his cock, milking him for all he’s worth.

“ah- fuck slow down~!” he hissed as he watched your tits bounce, you don’t listen as you continue to bounce

he grinned wickedly, his hands gripping your hips tightly attempting to halt you just at least a little. He could feel your warmth surrounding him, and he moaned in pleasure as you rode him roughly. His cock throbbed inside you, demanding more of your attention, your walls squeeze his cock in response.

His grip on your hips tightened, encouraging you to take more of him. "That's it," he growled into your ear, “take it all…” as you take all his dick in your cunt.

"Oh fuck!" His body jerked beneath you as you took him in full, his hips bucking up to meet your downward strokes. You could feel him getting harder and hotter inside of you, his fingers digging into your hips.

“shut up!.” you spat, as you wrap your hand around his neck and give a squeeze to his throat.

He groaned and closed his eyes, surrendering to the pleasure you were giving him. His cock pulsed inside of you, leaving you aching for more. "Fuck...so tight! never knew a whore like you could....," he murmured before you leant in to capture his lips with your own.

“shut up, i hate you…” you moaned while squeezing him, his tongue slid into your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance. His other hand found its way to your breast, roughly massaging the soft flesh as you both moaned in the kiss. As you continued to ride him, his thrusts became more forceful, meeting your downward strokes with equal fervor. His moans grew louder, filling the air around you and him.

you’re so close! as your walls tighten around him it fuels his cock more; “Ah!" his entire body tensed, his cock pulsing inside of you as he released his seed. He growled against your lips before pulling away to catch his breath.

“this encounter means nothing, i still despise you.” you pant, giving him the dirtiest look; he chuckled softly, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "I know you do," he replied, nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "But tell me, sweetheart... does hate feel this good?" he smirked.

“no….” you whispered, pulling him into another kiss

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cozymaples · 4 months

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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."

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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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."

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