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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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I subconsciously always put my hand on my friends thigh whenever I remember something I had to tell them or I'm excited to tell them something, how do you think robin or kurt(you choose) would react to that

As someone who is pretty touchy with their friends (who like touch of course) and has touch as their no. 1 love language, I love this, and Robin and Kurt are some of the best examples you could’ve picked. So I’m gonna do both of them bwaha ❤️ (scroll down for just Kurt/see where Robin ends)

Robin:

Definitely already has a crush on you. She likes that you two being ‘friends’ means that she can be close to you. You two always sit super close together. If you’re sitting, your legs were going to be so squished they may as well be intertangled. Whether that be on the desk of family video, leaning into each other during a big scene in the cinema, or like now, where she’s on the couch with you at one of Steve’s small house parties.

You two had been drinking a little, which meant you were even more giggly, and while it could’ve come off as slightly less caring about being super touchy because you didn’t notice as much, it was more like you both had an excuse so you didn’t have to hold back from how close you wanted to be, thanks to the jello shots Steve had made last night.

You’d both grabbed onto each others hands, it wasn’t excatly a romantic hold, it was fingers bent in awkward places and squeezing too hard, but slapping your own chests with how hard you were laughing. Both your heads slowly sinking into the other as your laughs became only silent wheezes, desperate for breath, just having to cling to the other so you wouldn’t fall off the couch, and squeeze each other in place of breathing. Because Steve had just done something so hilarious in both your tipsy minds.

But then you both died down. Things were more calm now, and you’re both just sitting, squished together, but comfortable, as Nancy and Eddie discuss how they could easily break into family video. And as your friends talk, you quickly remember something you need to tell your best friend. And with excitement, you place your hand down on her thigh. Spinning to Robin as your hand jiggles her, squeezing slightly as your lit up eyes begin the conversation, with trying to get her to remember the context to what you’re about to say. Eyes sparkling bright as you bring up a past, shared memory with her.

Except Robin’s gone. Her mouth’s loosely hanging open. Her eyes more fuzzy. She’s just swaying as she looks at you in awe, nodding at what you say, while her chest and neck and ears flush.

She just felt... warm. Not in any weird way but, it felt nice. It felt really nice. Any time you gave her such loving touch, it always caused a spark in her chest, right down to her stomach. Including wherever you were touching her. Very lightly linking your pinkies, rubbing your thumb up and down her shoulder, stroking through her hair (and it was never just a touch, you’d stay circling your hand for minutes at a time...). Sometimes you two wouldn’t even be looking at each other. Part of a conversation, but not directly speaking, and you’d without blinking, move your hand just to touch her. Just to feel Robin. She always leaned into it, it made Robin feel better, and you’d always turn and smile at her when she did so. Both of you looking to each other and smiling like you were sharing some inside joke... or something intimate.

But this time it’s an even bigger thing. Robin sits there, mentally thinking about the fact it wasn’t just a tap, you still have your hand resting comfortably, on top of her thigh. She doesn’t want to move, for fear you’ll move it away again. Like when you rest your head on hers or something, and then it becomes a big deal if someone moves their head, and so you’d rather suffer a debilitating neck injury than move an inch. It really just does make her feel so warm inside.

She doesn’t want anybody else to be around, Robin wants only you, and simultaneously she wants witnesses in her friends, to be like ‘see? Do you see?’ to share those excited and knowing looks between her best partners in crime, and so she can gossip with them later, and ask if they thought that was flirty or not. What you looked like from their perspective! Especially Steve, her number one confidant. She kept trying to catch his eyes, so she could communicate with him to look at you, and then look back at her enthralled face, so they could discuss it in the kitchen later. Probably while jumping around excitedly as well.

And she was so happy she’d decided to wear her ripped jeans, because she could actually feel your hand on her leg!

Not in like a goblin way of “oooh oho I can feel their body warmth seeping into my own epidermis heheheh!” type of thing. Which Robin felt sometimes like if she wasn’t careful with how she crushed on you, then she was, like, sinning in some way. Which, after many talks with Steve, and you, a fellow sapphic person, about ‘other’ crushes, she realised may have been herself looking very negatively at genuine and innocent crushes and attraction, probably to do with being a woman and gay. And that crushes, romantic attraction, sexual attraction, any of that, wasn’t something she had to feel bad about, or ashamed for.

She loved how warm your touch was. How warm you were. She just loved the skin on skin touch with you! She just thought skin on skin was so... intrinsic, so innately homely and loving, and good. She could really feel your hand. The callouses on your fingertips when your hand started rubbing her thigh, instead of simply laying in place. Then the one time how your hand slipped under the rip in her dark jeans, and how her entire leg felt on fire then. How hard it was to sit still and not squirm in her seat. Until your hand went back, and she calmed the internal wheezing of her lungs, by focusing on your loving caress.

How soft your hand was, and how she’d actually borrowed some of your hand moisturiser, because you two got ready for Steve’s party together. Robin really wanted to go back to before, and hold your other hand now, too. She wanted to lay her head on your shoulder, like she did all the time, but with your stylish top falling off your shoulder by design, she just wanted to rest her cheek against you, and just be with you. Just be, with you.

Wasn’t that craving for your touch, your actual touch, normal? Robin loved being held by, and holding you. You always give her the physical affection she needs, sometimes knowing before Robin even has to ask! And with how she’d never crushed on someone like she did on you... she just wanted so badly to be able to feel you, and not be scared that you, or others, would question her because of it. Or, have you be able to do the same.

Robin can get into the conversation eventually. Always eager at what you have to say, and very into this juicy thing you’ve only now remembered to tell her, something you knew Robin would adore the info on. Because you knew her so well. Plus the excitement from your touch, from the fact you were so excited to tell her something, and that splash of liquid courage removing her filter on her mouth, meant Robin really was getting into her conversation with you.

It was only, after what felt like forever, when you’d finished dicssuing what you needed to remember, that you moved to take your hand away. But just before you can, and just quick enough it seemed like coincidental timing, versus Robin not wanting you to pull away, the flirty side of her brain takes over the tipsy, shy, simpy one, and she slides her hand smoothly back over yours. Finger tracing enchantingly up and down the top of your wrist, as her ringed hands held the back of yours, and held your palm comfortably into her thigh. Robin’s teeth shining, as she asks you something she knows you’ll be equally as fervent about.

It makes Robin feel loved. Like you want to touch her like that, because you mean it. That you want to be in a loving relationship with her. Or at least, that you care about her, and like her, a whole lot. Robin loves how comfy you two are together. And when you both drink some more, and your thighs end up on top of hers, because she’d gigglingly pulled you into her lap... well Robin thought that you both letting down your guards is the best thing that could happen. Because right now, her thumbs are rubbing up and down on your hips as she has her arms lovingly around you. And your head is leaning on top of hers, arms wrapped warmly around her in a hug, and hand rhythmically rubbing up and down her shoulder blades, with your finger occasionally getting caught on her bra strap, but you keep going.

She leans her head up to kiss your cheek, ducking it down again with a coy smile, as she feels your own smile on her. Her smile becoming even wider, when you peck the top of her head back. Now, as Robin’s hands are wrapped around your waist, she can’t help but not have her hands, resting on your thighs back. It literally just happened that way, and she loves that because you two keep falling into situations like this, so it must be because you both built up to them. And boy does being completely surrounded by you make her feel at home. Although, she really does want you to grab her thigh again... Not that she was going to give this position up easily. No way.

But when you touched her there for the first time... it was really one of those moments where Robin had to believe, no matter her self doubting, that surely you must be into her too. Or else why would you have touched her there? It’s one of those top moments Robin takes into account as evidence you like her. And one of her favourite moments with you that she replays in her head over and over every night with a smile on her face, just dreaming about you.

Or rather, it would be, if later on in the night, you hadn’t placed your hand excitedly on Robin’s thigh again, but then leaned in to kiss her minutes later. When her lips just looked too desirable, to not finally give in, while she was talking.

Kurt:

Not only does Kurt have a crush on you, but he’s also a teensy bit obsessed. He’s pretty sure he loves you. You’re pretty much the only person he focuses on in any room, even when you two are socialising.

Apart from selling his brand more of course, then he’s putting in the effort. He really works hard on his influencer career. He only cut himself off once from selling himself to a future fan, because he saw some guy bringing you to the balcony at a party, lightly touching your elbow as he lead you, and Kurt just had to know what was going on. Luckily there was loads of people on the balcony, and you just seemed to already be friends with this dude, so Kurt could breathe from where he was staring out the glass doors, behind a potted plant.

He just didn’t want someone else to swoop you up, when he was so sure he’d be able to take that step and kiss you soon! He had tried flirting, he didn’t really know why you hadn’t caught on, but you always seemed to really enjoy your conversations with him anyway, so Kurt was pretty happy with that!

Kurt is also very touch starved. You were the first person to give him a hug in years. Literal years. He nearly cried that night after you did so. He wanted to punch himself for not hugging you back sooner, not hugging you straight away, and having longer to do so. Because he was so caught off guard when you hugged him goodbye, that he just stood there for a few seconds, arms hanging dumbly in the air. Brain a dial up sound. His whole body in shock. Luckily he managed to softly wrap his arms back around you in time, thanking god you didn’t pull away when he acted so awkward. And after a couple of seconds of softly holding you, Kurt had squeezed, and kept embracing you tight. After that, Kurt never took for granted any of your hugs. He even got brave enough to hug you first, and it made him so happy you were always happy to hug him too :)

Any touch from you makes Kurt go crazy. Any. And I mean any. A twilight-esque scene happens where you both reach for the the volume knob in his car at the same time and yours hands brush, and Kurts hand is literally tingling the rest of the day. He keeps having to palm it, stretch it out, while staring at it in soft wonder. You high five him, you pull him, you even poke him, and Kurts heart is beating so happily in his chest. Those immediate seconds after you touch him, you could ask Kurt to to do literally anything for you, and he would agree in a heartbeat.

So when you place your hand on Kurt’s thigh... all hell breaks loose.

Kurt is a massive simp for you in a ‘he wants so desperately to be loved, and you’re the one person he actually cares about, please like him back’ way, and a ‘slightly pervy virgin, oh my god please let him touch your boobies, he’d actually do anything, you’re so pretty, and you smell so good, and he really really likes you, and really wants to fuck you, he’s so unbelievably horny’, way.

His whole thigh is buzzing, it feels very tingly and Kurt is very sensitive. His entire leg starts to get pins and needles, including his crotch, and his foot! He becomes extra sensitive than he already is, physically, and emotionally. Anything else from you is really going to set him off even more now.

He gets all flustered. It’s very cute actually. Also from the fact that he wants so bad to wriggle, to try and shake off the feeling of blood rushing down there and beginning to just slightly make him look bigger in his sweatpants, but if he fidgets you might move away!

You’re talking excitedly, but Kurt’s face looks... strained, to say the least. As well as the fact he’s a dark shade of red. You don’t want to uspet him by alerting him he looks off, so you ask if he wants you to keep going, talking wise, to which you get a strangled hum back. And then about halfway through your next statement, he lets out a breath, like he’d been holding it or something, panting just a little.

Your hand moves further up, literally only because you’re moving in your seat to talk to Kurt more, it was just because you were moving around, and you’re still talking eagerly. But Kurt doesn’t know whether he’s trapped in heaven or hell. He doesn’t know what to do!!! This feels so good, but the last thing he wants is to scare you away! He doesn’t want to freak you out, he doesn’t want you to leave because you think he’s weird like the rest of them do.

Maybe you’d think it’s weird he hadn’t been touched on his thigh before? Was it weird of him to be so... enraptured, by that? Would you think he was a loser for finding something that could be normal, so intimate?

Kurt gets a bit too flustered to really know how to handle this. At one point, while you’re really energetic on a sub topic, Kurt casually grabs a couch cushion right next to him, and just places it on his lap. But far up enough your hand can still stay luxuriously, and he nods as you continue.

But then, when you gently knock the back of his hand, to ask if everything’s okay, Kurt feels himself coming back. Wanting to act super cool in front of you, but also knowing you said you prefer the real Kurt, not the act he puts on. Which he tries to simmer down in front of you, even though he’s kind of just learnt to be like that in front of others. Kurt grabs your hand before you can pull it away, gently playing with it in his. His forearm leaning on his cushion, as he begins to smile, and starts giving his own opinions. Only getting more animated as you agree with him, and happily ask for more of his input in the conversation. You’re one of the only people who does that!

Kurt’s still very red, but you can tell he’s trying to flirt with you again now. His flirting is so awful, but you love it. You just haven’t made a first move yet, kind of wanting to see if, and if so, how, Kurt would make one. He keeps your hand close, even as you shuffle in place again, and it’s kind of awkward on your arm, but Kurt doesn’t let go. He’s still looking down at both your hands on his cushion, and playing with your fingers cutely, so you just move closer again, knees touching the length of his thigh.

Although if you were in his car, Lord help him. You keeping your hand on his thigh as he drives, when you two are ‘just friends’. Kurt might swerve to pull over, nearly wrecking you.

Flashes of pulling up to a gas station so he can quickly jack off in the bathroom, versus, saying he really likes how nice you are, and when you two hug and hold hands and stuff, it makes him happy you’re his friend. Or taking your chin and kissing you right there, before pushing you into his back seat and climbing on top of you, digging his hands into your plush thighs he can see through your shorts, biting them all over, before he forces your hand upwards, to feel his crotch through his sweats, pushing your hand there with his own bigger one, telling you what you did, and making you feel what you’ve done, how you should make it better, versus, explaining that he really likes you, and, even though he’s kinda nervous, haha, if you’d want to go on a date with him? He doesn’t just mean it casually. He’s really really likes you, admired you, cared for you for a long time now, and he really wants to be with you, if you’d want that too. He promises he’d be such a good boyfriend to you, if you’d take him?

But yeah, if you stroked Kurts thigh, and you were smiling up at him so comfortingly, he might physically cry. Or if you kept moving, if you sat even on Kurt’s legs, if you kept rubbing his thigh, he might cream his pants, completely on accident. Either in a sweet, or a pervy way, Kurt really loves you touching his thigh.

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acciojaeyun · 2 years

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day 1: somnophilia (kurt kunkle)

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

a/n: phew, i got carried away!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is for another day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kurt thinks she had pills, anyway.

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

Y/N was Kurt's.

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steddie-luvr · 2 years

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kurt’s basically a cam boy at this point, fucking himself silly everyday on those websites. jerking off, fingering himself open, riding his favorite dildo; whatever the case.

which is why he’s currently getting plowed from behind by a fuck machine while sloppily deep throating another one of his favorite dildos. he’s thrusting himself back onto the toy to meet it in the middle. he’s being jostled forwards n backwards by the force and speed of the toy.

his eyes keep fluttering shut, trying to keep eye contact with the camera lens on his desk. spit is dripping down his chin, onto the floor, down the silicone shaft and his wrists. chime after chime after chime is heard from the laptop, viewers spending god knows how much on the scene in front of them.

kurt moves back slightly so the toy can fuck deeper into him. the toy impales his prostate oh-so-well and his mouth drops open around the other toy in his mouth,,, “ahh — fuuck, deep. so deep” he takes the toy out of his mouth and sort of throws it beside him, his chest laying flat on the ground.

the side of his face pressed to the floor, staring intently at the camera. he’s thrusting his ass back so hard onto the machine,,, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me —” . he reaches around to spread his cheeks wider, giving the toy easier access, eager to getting his hole fucked more n more.

“love being split open on your cock, my favorite feeling. feels so good, ahh — shit, so good.” he reaches back next to him for the forgotten toy, holding it with one hand and kitten licking the head.

“mmh, love being filled. fill me up, please, pleaseplease” chimes keep coming one after another from the laptop, which connect to the machine, making it move faster n faster with each chime that sounds. kurt’s eyes roll back into his skull, mouth dropping open.

he whines high in his throat, tiny “ah, ah, ah”’s sounding in-between the whines.

“ahh, fuuck. need’a cum, need’a cum. wanna be a good boy, though. your good boy, please lemme cum, please” his eyes focus back onto the camera lens. a robotic voice sounds from the laptop,,,

“be a good boy and cum for me, baby” kurt smiles dopily, face flushed n fucked out, eyes droopy n glossy. his mouth drops open again, using his tired muscles to fuck himself back into the toy for the last few times. after four thrusts, he slams back onto the toy.

clenching hard, back arching like a pornstar, eyes rolling back into his head, thighs quivering and flexing. he lets out a loud, pathetic whine and cums n cums n cums n cums. his dick hanging heavy between his legs and spurts n spurts n spurts below him.

“ahh — ‘m cumming, ‘m cumming. shiiit” the machine is still steadily fucking into him, letting him ride out his orgasm. he pulls himself off with a whimper when the overstimulation becomes too much. he’s still face down ass up, hole clenching around nothing. he’s panting, mouth agape.

he awkwardly smiles and lifts a peace sign up to the camera,,, “kurtsworld96 cum counter is now a 5” he sits up on his knees and reaches for the forgotten dildo beside him. he kisses it a few times, teasing the camera. “whadd’ya wanna see next?”

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love-toxin · 2 years

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Omg do you have any little Kurt hcs?

☆ if you ride with him in his spree often, the front seat is reserved for you! he makes it comfy with a little pillow and puts drinks and even a little box of snacks under the seat that you like for when you join him, and nobody sits there no matter how much they tip.

☆ you also ride for free! even if he's giving his dad a ride too, he always makes him pay but never lets you, even if you offer. he'll even cancel rides he's accepted just to drive all the way across town to pick you up if you ask him to, but he won't admit he was in the middle of a drive because he doesn't want you to worry--and even moreso because he doesn't want to deter you from asking in the future.

☆ and if riders make you uncomfortable, they're gone. any kind of harmless flirtation Kurt will shut down right away with a hand on your thigh and a sharp comment, but if they ignore that or straight up harass you or make unwarranted comments, Kurt will kick them out even if he's on the highway or in the middle of nowhere. and if they refuse, well...that's what his gun's for, no?

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starlightshadowsworld · 1 year

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Keep seeing the Hc of Steve Harrington being a triplet.

With his brothers being Joe Kerry's other characters.

Kurt Knuckle from Spree and Walter "Keys" Mckeys from Free guy.

My take on the idea is that the boys are orphans.

Their parents were involved in a car accident and the boys were taken to and raised in an orphanage.

The Harringtons adopted Steve, they could've taken the other 2 boys but refused.

Keys managed to track down Steve and they've all kept in contact in secret.

Because the Harringtons did not approve of Steve talking about his brothers. As they didn't want anyone to know Steve wasn't biologically theirs.

Steve tried to send as much money as he could to his siblings, allowing them to run off from the orphanage and rent out a place.

He got caught by his father, didn't end well for him but he never told them where the money went.

Keys is a freelance coder and developer and Kurt is a taxi driver/stand up comedian.

They meet up as much as they can but with the upside down shit going down they stop seeing Steve so much.

They both miss him dearly.

And know something is up.

Because when they do see Steve he's always covered in injuries. Steve brushes them off, blaming it on sports but they worry about him.

Steve is the middle child.

Keys is the oldest and Kurt is the youngest.

Deep down they share Steve's protectiveness for those he cares about.

They find out about everything after Starcourt, as Keys had changed Steve's emergency contact to him.

Once Steve let it slip his parents never show up.

Both Keys and Kurt have been threatened against coming anywhere near Hawkins by the Harringtons.

But as soon as Keys is called the hospital that Steve was bought in critical condition, both speed their.

Literally, Kurt drove like a madman. And for once Keys didn't complain.

Both burst into Hawkins General and we're immediately on guard seeing the people in Steve's room.

"... Are you guys seeing this?" Asked Dustin, looking at the duo in confusion.

Kurt ignored him, pushing past everyone and making a beeline for Steve and holding onto his hand.

"He's alive..."

Keys let out a breathe he didn't realise he was holding. Running a hand through his hair.

"Get away from hi- what the hell?!"

Kurt, not fond of anyone trying to make him leave Steve's side had pulled a large butchers knife.

.. From somewhere.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME OR MY BROTHER AGAIN!"

Everyone began freaking out.

Minus Steve and Keys.

Keys just sighed, tiredly. He needed some coffee, and stat. "Kurt, put the knife away. You don't wanna get us kicked out do you?"

Suprisingly to everyone else it worked. Kurt put the knife away, pouting like a kid but didn't move to attack anyone.

"....Wait, brother? Steve has brothers?" Asked Robin.

"No we just happen to look exactly like him... yes we're his brothers. Im Keys, this is Kurt." Said Keys, sitting down on Steve's other side and running a hand through his hair.

"How come we didn't know about you?" Asked Dustin, curious.

"Pfft, we're a secret. No ones supposed to know we exist." Said Kurt "but Stevie bee got hurt so..." his smile fell instantly.

"So we're here" finished Keys.

It was that moment Steve began whimpering, pleading for help and that he worked for Scoops Ahoy.

Kurt whimpered, poking Steve's cheek "Stevie, steeevie wake up. Your having a bad dream."

"... Kurt?"

Kurt grinned, he changed moods so quickly it gave everyone else whiplash "the one and only. Mr Partypooper is here too."

He eeped as Keys shot him a deadpan look and swatted his head.

"Keys...kurt...what you.." Steve cut himself off by coughing, hiding his side in pain.

Both immediately stopped their antics, nothing but worry on their faces.

Steve was always the toughest of them all, the strongest and it hurt seeing their big little brother like this.

"It's okay" hummed Robin, managing to soothe Steve back to sleep.

Any distrust the brothers had of her vanished instantly at that.

Keys turned to them all, thoughtfully. "I heard this was from a fire... So do you mind telling me what really happened. Steve seems to like you all, so I'd hate to hurt you."

"But if your lying..." Said Kurt, in a sing song voice twirling his knife.

"It all started in 83"

#Scenes missing: Kurt being terrified of Erica Sinclair #Harrington triplets hc #I guess #kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #spree movie #free guy #keys mckey #walter keys mckey #Steve harrington #Stranger things #Robin Buckley #dustin henderson

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berrymoos · 2 years

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kurt kunkle is an age regressor and if someone would’ve been there for him he wouldn’t be a literal murderer and i stand by that. (i am definitely joking)

okay im trying to answer asks in order but this one just. caught my eye bc i think ive seen like, ONE other user make a kurt kunkle agere fic??? i can't remember their user for the life of me 💔

& genuinely, anon? ik you're joking, but at the same time ... you're not exactly wrong HSKFHSKFJ

like iirc - ive only seen a bit of the movie for myself & then the kill count video deadmeat posted - the whole reason kurt went on that spree (pun intended) was bc he wanted to be internet famous but nothing was working!!! he was literally just a normal guy until that thirst for fame on the internet got to his head!! seriously if somebody just took his phone, threw it across the room, & gave him a hug he'd simply melt. if somebody had been there to tell him that his worth is not defined by the number of views & likes he gets, he'd simply be a little guy!!

on that note kurt is deff an ipad kid BAHAJSK sticky & cracked screen despite the screen protector, absolute horrendous posture, the whole getup. his caregiver has to drag him outside to do something other than break his spine watching gameplays of fortnite 😵‍💫

(once again anon ik ur joking but at the same time it's 3am so. mh)

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steddiehickeys · 2 years

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Kurt has a mommy kink and a praise kink. Change my mind

that’s a fact that i’ll go to my grave saying

but like mdjsjejxjskkskdkd you know this man has never felt the touch of a woman so he’d be listening to anything you tell him wjth wide eyes and excitement the entire time

AND WHIMPERING WHENEVER YOU PRAISE HIM NDJJSJDJDJDJJSJDJFJSH

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader smut #kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle hc #kurt kunkle headcanon #kurt kunkle imagine

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mehidktbh · 2 years

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Showering with Kurt HC

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Reader

Warning 18+: Sex mentioned, smut/NSFW, suggestive themes, mentions insecurities with the reader, Kurt being a perv, the reader is hot and Kurt is hot

A/N: This is my first time writing for Kurt, hopefully, he’s not out of character 😭 So scared over how this turned out, don’t know how I feel about it. But oh well.

SFW

- Kurt probably tells you he washes his hair like every 2-3 days. But in reality he’ll totally forget that he even has hair and never washes it. Which is why you’ll always see dry shampoo spray bottles all over his bedroom.

- He tries his best to appeal to his Spree customers (victims) and you. For example, if you ever go out on a date, he’d spray his hair like crazy with shampoo.

- But Kurt can also just not do any of that, for example in the movie how his hair is oily or whatever. There are times when Kurt doesn’t care and he’d rather skip it. He feels more comfortable and confident around you, so going out with you makes me feel like he doesn’t need to do that.

- Kurt would also accept any request for him to join you in the shower. The thought of him being so close to you in the shower, naked bodies and all. He’d die trying to get in there.

- So the only way to get him to shower is if you do it with him. Or if you are not comfortable, treating him like a child and telling him he’ll get a “special” reward if he does. Which he falls for every time

- You will expect Kurt to let you handle all the washing, for example. He’ll make you rub his back, stomach, face and just everywhere on him. He doesn’t mind what body/hair products you use, he’s happy if you happy. So you could make him use girl products and he’ll be fine. Smelling like you every day all day is a dream come true.

- He’d also clean you too. What’s the point of a boyfriend if they don’t return the love you give them. He’s nervous at first but eventually he comes around to it and soon enough he’s your professional massager.

- Kurt would also be super playful too, he’d totally splash water at you from time to time. Or drop the soap just for you to pick it up. Just don’t turn around.

- Kurt gets it if you are insecure too about your body, he respects your opinion and boundaries. If you ever feel uncomfortable or he’ll notice you sadly standing in the corner. He’s more than happy to get out, a man of his word.

NSFW

- What’s showering without Kurt’s horniess.

- Going back to Kurt washing you, there are times when you are so relaxed and focused on how Kurt is washing you. You don’t know that his hands are rubbing up and down your thighs. Or he’ll make a whole point on why you should let him clean your breasts. Which instead turns into him teasing you.

- He’s a little clumsy in the shower too, probably not the best place to fuck. But Kurt’s too impatient to get out, and he’d rather you hold onto him for dear life.

- Talking about insecurities, Kurt would love to shower you with his affection and love. He’d spend hours showing you how beautiful you are. So he can be a very lovely Dovey, groping you and squeezing your skin. Hickeys everywhere, all over your things to your neck. You come out not walking than before.

- Hopefully, when you do take a shower with him there’s no one around. Either his parents or your parents, any friends or guardians are going to hear. Kurt’s a moaner and there’s no denying it, he whimpers and can’t seem to quiet down when you tell him to. So if you live alone, it’s a plus for Kurt. Knowing how noise can easily bounce off the walls makes him stress less. (Not that he minds)

#slashers #slasher #horror #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle x you #Kurt Kunkle x y/n #Kurt Kunkle x s/o #Kurt Kunkle x Fem!reader #kurt kunkle #spree movie #spree 2020 #joe keery #joe kerry x reader

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