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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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lipglossanon · 1 year

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With Your Hands Between Your Thighs And A Smile

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(Title from the song lyrics 505 by Arctic Monkeys)

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

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

More stepbro!kurt found here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You bite your lip to hold back another whine.

“Wanna touch you, Kurtie”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hum, “Mmhmm so bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take this off for me, please?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m n-not wearing a condom.”

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

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

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

He moans out while his hips pump faster.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is—we shouldn’t have—“

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

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

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

You felt his cock kick inside your well used pussy.

“Wanna go again?”

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steddiehickeys · 2 years

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Now hear me out, reader is friends with kurt and so they watch his streams and just chill there talking to him (they're literally the only viewer ) and one day kurt us jerking off thinking about the reader and it's on stream because he missed the stop button, or generally anything with kurt jerking off thinking about the reader does the job for me so yeah

pairing: kurt kunkle x gn! reader

tags: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, kurt being weird, exhibitionism (jerking off on live), reader kinda liking it

a/n: i like to think kurt’s wayyyy pervy. like if you were to call him out on it he would say he missed the stop button, but he fully did it on purpose. he knew he would have one set of eyes on him.

also i did not proofread this fyi

“well guys! i think it’s time for me to you know, log off for the night. don’t forget to subscribe and share this stream if you enjoyed! later kurties”

you knew you were the only one watching as he threw up his signature peace sign

cya kurt you lazily type onto your phone as you wait to see the big “STREAM ENDED” pop up on your screen, but no?

all you see on your screen is what looks like kurt’s ceiling. you’re about to close out the app before you turn your volume up to see if your ears are deceiving you.

moaning?

“yeahhh…y/n…j-just like that…”

you audibly chuckle to yourself while feeling yourself to grow embarrassingly turned on from this. was he really jerking off on live? thinking about YOU?

i mean, he definitely knows what you look like. you have dozens of pictures posted; he even took the liberty of liking some from four years ago, how sweet.

“you’re my biggest f-fan, aren’t you?” he asks no one as you continue to listen to the rapid sound of wet skin slapping.

little do you know, he knows you’re there. he wasn’t asking no one, he was asking you

he’s not even moaning anymore, he’s whining.

his whines get closer together and you can tell he’s about to cum.

with a final whine of your name leaving his lips, he’s cumming all over his stomach and black sweatpants.

feeling embarrassed for staying to listen to that, and for how hot and bothered you’re suddenly feeling, you decide to quickly close the app and get ready for bed.

the next morning you’re surprised to see the notification on your lockcreen from the streaming app.

New Direct Message from KurtsWorld96!

your heart speeds up a little bit as you slowly unlock your phone and open up the message. your eyes widen as 5 words sit on your screen.

did u enjoy the show?

ok wait why did i kinda love this jddjjdjdjjdjd

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sumiez · 2 years

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so.. hear me out.. you know how kurt says he’s “all about love” on his stream? how about reader is almost as unhinged as he is, showing up to every stream and viewing every video. they understand and worship the lesson. now that he’s all about love reader is too and tries to get him to love them back

- n.e

paparazzi | kurt kunkle

warnings: typical spree stuff, obsessions, hit and runs, makeout sessions

a/n: first kurt request.. i hope i did him justice!! love the idea btw i love when readers are just as cuckoo as him

to call yourself obsessed with kurtsworld96 is a grave understatement. you weren't sure exactly how you discovered such an obscure influencer, it was likely youtube's algorithm being generous, but it was one of the best things to ever happen to you.

every video of his would receive a like from you. every stream would result in you two chatting about anything and everything before it inevitably ends with his mom calling him down for dinner. but that was the extent of your relationship—a fan and content creator.

you're enamoured with the idea of becoming his number one fan, his ride or die, his most loyal follower. every time he greets you on stream your heart soars.

once he began the lesson, however, you became determined to meet him. a real, genuine meeting, and you were going to win him over for good. you worship the lesson, it's not staged prank content like his friend bobby, it's real. it's gritty. and, in your opinion, incredibly attractive.

who cares about the people you left behind to travel all the way to outside LA. kurt is all that matters in your lovesick state.

opening the gogo app, you frantically search for kurt's description. according to his stream, he should be searching for unlucky victims right about now, despite spree being suspended.

you're about to grow frustrated until you see your saviour's profile appear. you couldn't possibly be happier.

immediately requesting a ride, you fish out your handcrafted, shoddily made kurtsworld hat and drop it onto the top of your head. you cannot wait to see the look on his face when he catches you adorning it.

after a few minutes of listening to him ramble to the camera about how he's surprised no passengers have recognized him, you hear him announce that he thinks he has his eyes on the prize—you.

you enter the stolen vehicle with a skip in your step, except this time you find comfort in the passenger seat.

"whoa whoa w—hey, wait, is that a..?" he stammers out, initially apprehensive at your choice of seating but you see him ease up once he notices your headwear.

"yes, kurt, i'm literally your biggest fan," you answer breathlessly, showing off your hat to the camera. "i loved watching you kill all those jerks, but now that you're all about love it's even better, you know? i've been watch—"

you're interrupted by kurt laughing out of pure glee. he's never felt this loved before. "holy shit you guys, we actually ... we have a real fan in the house," he trips over his own words out of unfiltered excitement. he made it. fuck his other tens of thousands of viewers, this person, this angel, is all that matters.

the two of you spend what feels like an eternity chatting, just like old times.

"what's your favourite video i've made?" he asks, and if your vision isn't deceiving you, he's blushing. hard.

"gotta be your horror movie reviews. i liked you before the lesson too. but your water bottle tutorial was really useful too, i know a few people who really need to drink one." you reply instantly, as if you planned out the whole conversation.

in truth, you did rehearse your answers to certain questions, you're infatuated with your plan to impress kurt and win him over. some may call you unhinged, but you're the kind of person who'd do anything for love.

the chat isn't too fond of your friendly behaviour with each other. they're begging for something gory to happen, and honestly, a death at kurt's hand isn't something you'd hate that much.

he listens for their pleas to start driving and places his hands on the wheel. "you want to go to the...construction site, right...?" he asks with a raised brow.

"yeah! i loved the gummy bear part of the stream, i'd love to check the place out myself." a smile graces his features in response to your words. he's still shocked that someone actually likes his content enough to spend time with him.

as you drive down the bumpy road, he pipes up. "so, like, what's your handle? i'll follow you back,"

"we've been mutuals for years, kurt."

"wait, you're—" he repeats your username, the one person other than bobby who continuously tunes into his content. "damn. that's so cool. it was always...neat seeing you pop in,"

you perk up as your face grows warm, "you really think so? it means a lot."

"of... of course i think so. i couldn't have done it without... well, you..."

as he steers, you embrace the boldness kurt gives you and you peck him on the cheek. the skin is flushed beneath your lips, and he nearly crashes at the contact.

"i... oh god, you just.. i really... i really want to.."

"look! some dumbass is crossing the street! hit them, hit them!" you jump out of your seat and point towards a middle aged man, and kurt speeds up.

he's so flustered that he's still registering the kiss, but he complies, hitting the pedestrian with a bone—chilling thump.

his viewers are growing every second, the chat congratulating him for getting some action, while others toss insults at the life you two just ended.

"our first kill," you say as you two lock eyes and he has the giddiest grin on his face.

finally reaching your destination, he opens the driver side door and does a loop around the car to open yours. such a gentleman.

with his clammy hand in yours, you step out.

"sooo, this is the spot where i ran that douchebag over," he points around the area, shuffling his feet. "i can... show you the junkyard with the dogs too, if you want."

you nod enthusiastically, "i'd love to see that."

"great, great. uhh.." as he thinks of what to say next, you approach him. draping your arms around his neck, you press a kiss to his chapped lips. he can't help but groan at your touch, never having kissed anybody like this before.

he instinctively pulls you off.

"i... that was..."

"nice?"

"yeah. nice. do you wanna take this to my...back to my car, or something?" nodding again at his words, you reach for his hand again and stroll to the vehicle with him.

you crawl inside and kurt immediately gets comfortable on top of you, shoving his face into yours. you can tell he's inexperienced when it comes to kissing, but you return the touches, fingers finding refuge in his tufts of hair. his kisses are sloppy but passionate, his longing to be loved presenting itself in each action.

"i've always wanted to..." he mutters as he pulls away for air. "...kiss someone like that. i'm glad it was a fan and not some jerk at one of bobby's parties,"

your heart hammers in your chest as you respond with another breathless kiss. you're actually kissing your idol, and his entire stream is watching. kinda forgot about that.

without warning, a police car skids into the lot, and you and kurt exchange glances of horror.

he rushes to the driver's seat, yelling at you to put on a seatbelt as he preps for blastoff.

he peels out of the area, driving to god knows where.

"well, my little... partner in crime... do you wanna finish what we started somewhere else?"

"of course."

#kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle imagine

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pasukiyo · 2 years

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If you still do requests I would like a smut one with Kurt! One where Kurt and the reader get touchy with each other and all riled up while Kurt is driving a passenger. And as soon as he drops the person off, he fucks the reader in his car

𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲.

— kurt kunkle x f!reader

warnings; unprotected sex, degradation, reckless driving lol, slapping, kurt kunkle

a/n; FINALLY my first kurt fic! the chokehold he has on me— sorry it took so long to get to your request, i’m just now finally starting to get back into the groove of writing so i hope this makes up for it!

word count; 2.4k

“kurt,” she purred, leaning over the center console, her face mere inches away from his. she watched as his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, tightening his grip on the steering wheel whilst he took a left turn. “you look cute in a bucket hat. you should wear one more often.”

kurt didn’t dare look her way, instead choosing to glance at the camera attached to his window, cocking an eyebrow at the flood of comments coming through. he glanced back down to his gps, glimpsing at the passenger in the back seat through the rear view mirror. “got plans tonight?” kurt ignored her to ask the man in the backseat, and she slumped down in her seat, narrowing her eyes over at her boyfriend as the man behind her replied.

she couldn’t have cared any less.

“where’d you get this shirt?” she questioned, pinching the sleeves of his long sleeve. “i’ve never seen it before. you look sexy,” she purred, giving his bicep a squeeze. kurt swallowed again, once again glancing over to the comments of his live stream.

“i have cameras set up, by the way,” kurt blurted, looking over his shoulder at the passenger and gesturing to the cameras. the man nodded, “i noticed.”

“yeah. it’s for safety. yours and mine.”

“right. cool. got it.”

she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she spared a glimpse over to the gps. five more minutes left until she and kurt would finally be alone.

“kurt,” she purred again. “i missed you, didn’t you miss me?“ she watched his jaw tense, the corner of her lip tugging up into a smirk. “couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. were you thinking about me too, kurt?”

“stop it,” he murmured beneath his breath in warning, sparing a brief glance. she pursed her lips, “stop what, huh?” she eyed the way his jaw tensed and the ball in his throat bobbed when he swallowed yet again, white-knuckling the steering wheel. “is everything alright, kurtie? you look a little… tense.”

“stop it,” he warned again, murky brown irises narrowing in warning. she squirmed in her seat beneath his gaze before he tore it away, glimpsing at the camera beside his head. “what’s wrong, kurt? do i make you nervous?”

kurt furrowed his brows and glared back over to her, slamming on the brake just before the stop sign. the passenger in the back surged forward, thrusting his head into the back of her head rest.

“what the fuck!” the man shouted, and she cocked an eyebrow, turning to face the stranger in the backseat. “fuck this. last time i use this goddamn spree app,” he grumbled, tugging at the door handle. “hey, let me the fuck outta here!”

kurt pursed his lips together as his fingers fumbled to unlock the car, jaw clenched, eyes dark— he looked nefarious. the man pushed his way out of the car before slamming it, trudging his way onto the sidewalk to walk the remainder of the way to his destination, but not without making a show of giving kurt his one star review.

she blinked.

kurt only sighed as he put the car back into drive and slammed his foot down onto the pedal, making the car lurch forward, nearly hitting another car in the intersection. “kurt,” she tried to stifle her snickering. “are you mad at me?”

silence.

“aww, kurt, i didn’t mean to scare your passenger away,” she pouted, leaning back over the center console to drape an arm around his, batting her eyelashes up at him. “you know that, right?”

silence.

she clenched her jaw— she hated being ignored, and he knew it. she tugged at his bicep, her fingers trailing down his arm until they met his as they rested on the gear shift, caressing the back of his soft hand. “kurt, are you actually—“

“god, will you just shut the fuck up for once?”

oh. so he really was mad.

her body tensed at the realization and she cowered away from him, nestling herself back into her seat as kurt approached a stoplight, not even caring to stop for the red light. she gasped as they sped through the intersection, just barely avoiding an accident and she twisted in her seat to glimpse back at the honking car behind them, watching it slowly grow smaller and smaller in the distance. “fuck, kurt, you can’t do shit like that!” she scolded, sliding back down into her seat and narrowing her eyes over at him. she eyed the way a shadow casted over his face when he turned, his gaze darker and mischievous as ever.

“i’m sorry, did i scare you?” he mocked. “are you mad at me?”

she crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her position in her seat, and suddenly, she felt smaller than ever, heat pooling at her cheeks and engulfing her into flame. “i got a one star review because of you,” he continued. “because you can’t stand not having your stupid pussy filled for two seconds.”

she felt herself shrivel further into her seat, and she suddenly had a fascination with the passing lights outside her window. the moon in the sky snickered down at her, its lips curled up into a crescent as kurt swerved the car to the right, driving them further into the trees, deeper into the night. “where are we going?” she managed to ask, although she winced at how pathetic and weak her voice sounded.

kurt rolled his eyes, “what? you came here to be a whore, didn’t you?” the lump in her throat bobbed when she swallowed, and she snapped her head towards him as the car came to an abrupt stop. he fumbled around for the remote to the lights in his car, the purple morphing into a deep red.

what a tease.

“i’m just giving you what you wanted,” kurt murmured softly, reaching out to caress her cheek, the pad of his thumb soothing over the high of her cheekbone. she blinked, but found herself leaning into his touch, her lips quivering when his skin ran over them. the tenderness was all but fleeting, however, for in the next moment, he gripped her chin, his fingernails burrowing into her cheek as he tugged her face forward, his hot breath fanning over her skin. “to be fucked like a whore, in front of everyone.”

she watched as kurt turned towards the camera in his windshield, flashing his signature cheeky grin as he held out a peace sign with his free hand. she furrowed her brows as she desperately tried to catch a glimpse at the camera, mortified by the way the idea of being watched by who knows how many people only added fuel to the fire of her arousal. “don’t forget to hashtag the lesson,” kurt announced to the camera before his attention was back on her, his gaze suddenly dark again. “now get your ass in the backseat and strip.”

he ripped his hand away from her face, smirking at the tears that had since brimmed her eyes, mocking his pity. “poor baby, did that hurt?” he pouted. “we’ve hardly scratched the surface, are you sure you’re gonna be able to take it?” she’d never ever felt so pathetic as she frantically nodded, turning to grip onto the back of her seat, crawling into the backseat as he watched. she flipped back over to face him, suddenly aware of just how many cameras kurt had set up in his car— and she hated the way she could feel her clit throb between her legs.

“go on, give us a show,” kurt’s lips curved into a mocking smile as she toyed with the hem of her t-shirt. she gulped as she— slowly— pulled it up over her head, shivering when the car’s air hit her skin. her eyes locked with kurt’s when she reached behind her for the clasps of her bra, and he raised his eyebrows at her, urging her to go on. she flushed as she unhooked the clasps and guided the straps down her arms, letting the lace fall to the floorboard, glancing back up to kurt, suddenly conscious of the fact that she didn’t know just how many people were watching her expose herself on camera.

“i thought i told you to strip?” kurt tilted his head in question. “come on, don’t leave us hanging. take off the rest.”

“kurt—“ she whimpered.

“do. it.”

she squeezed her thighs together at the sound of his voice so low and raspy, no longer feeling apprehensive as long as he looked at her like that. she lifted up her hips as she tugged her pants down her legs, her panties soon joining the mess of clothes on the floor of his car. the corner of kurt’s lips tugged up into a smirk as he climbed his way to the back, his palm soothing just above her clit, his irises searing her skin with heat. “look at you. so wet for me, huh?” he cooed, his middle and forefinger teasing up and down her slit, coating his digits with her slick. “such a slut, got all wet for the camera and everything.”

her teeth sunk into the flesh of her bottom lip and her eyelids fluttered closed at his touch, already feeling lightheaded. soft mewls slipped past her lips as he teased at her pearl, smiling down at her pathetic state.

“stupid, filthy slut.”

smack.

her body jolted and her eyelids snapped shut at the sting on her cunt, her thighs instinctively squeezing his hand where it gripped her mound. with his other hand, he pried her legs back apart, his palm slapping back down onto her pussy, leaving a bittersweet ache in its wake. “you’re like a damn dog in heat, so horny that you couldn’t even wait five minutes for me to drop off a passenger,” he sucked air between his teeth with a tsk as he gave her cunt a couple of more swift smacks. “such a dirty, little whore.”

he hadn’t given her so much as a warning before he buried two fingers into her sex, and she moaned as she throbbed around his digits, writhing as she adjusted to the size. kurt couldn’t bring himself to be patient, not when she looked this damn good and filthy. his pace was brutal, his fingers already curling and daring her to reach her end with each thrust. she couldn’t even bring herself to care anymore that so many people were watching when his fingers felt this good.

her fingers clasped around his wrist as her toes curled and her back arched, her lips falling agape to allow her sounds to permeate the car. “oh, kurt!” she cried when he hit that spot deep inside of her. “fuck, fuck, fuck! i wanna come, please let me come.”

kurt pursed his lips together and grunted as he slammed his fingers harder and faster into her, cradling the back of her head with his opposite hand and pulling her forehead against his. “do it, bitch. come all over my fingers.”

and she lost it.

she gushed around his digits, but still, kurt didn’t stop. and he wouldn’t until he was sure he had milked her dry, until she was a panting, writhing, crying little mess.

finally, he pulled his fingers away and he watched as she clenched around nothing, whimpering at the feeling of no longer being full. kurt brought his fingers up to his mouth, letting just a drop of her nectar onto his tongue with a hum. his eyes found hers through the cloudiness of her orgasm as he licked his fingers dry, his opposite hand giving her pussy a few gentle taps. “so pretty for me,” he purred as he tugged down both the waistband of his sweats and boxers just far enough for his cock to spring free of its restraints, and she whimpered again as he gave it a few tugs. he tilted his head, “what? don’t you want to be fucked like a slut? isn’t that what you wanted?”

her bottom lip jut out into a pout, “m’— m’ tired,” she whined as she felt the tip of his cock prod at her entrance, and despite her words, she felt her clit ache with lust, her cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation. “yeah? you’re tired?” kurt cooed as he cradled the back of her head again, giving her lips a soft, chaste kiss. she nodded against his forehead, humming against his lips.

once again, the tender moment was fleeting.

“i don’t care,” kurt growled as he snapped his hips forward, filling her up all at once. she felt like her eyes would pop out of their sockets at any given moment, her nails burrowing into the fabric of his long sleeve, her head falling back onto the seat behind her. “kurt!” she squealed as he pulled back out only to slam back in again, tears sliding down her cheeks when he bottomed out. “you’re going to take what i give you, you hear me?” he husked as he set his pace, animalistic, almost inhumane.

he fucked her until her mind became mush, until all she could bring herself to think or to say was “oh, kurt,” until his name practically came out with every breath she took. kurt kunkle may have seemed awkward and strange to most— and he was— but only she ever got to see this side of him, his secret, dirty, dominant side.

well, she and all the other thousands of people watching.

“shit,” kurt whimpered as his thrusts became sloppier, feeling her clench and gush around his cock once again. he was close— dangerously close— and they both could feel it. she clenched around him again to give him that final push, and he was done for.

he spilled inside of her aching, throbbing cunt, painting her walls white as he fell on top of her, both trying to chase air back into their lungs. she clawed at the white fabric of his shirt as he pulled out, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. her chest heaved as she breathed, and she gazed over to one of the many cameras he had set up in the car, her fingers weaving through the mangled mess of umber tresses atop of his head.

“kurt?”

“hm?”

“just how many people are watching your stream right now?”

she could feel kurt’s smile against her neck.

“don’t even worry about it.”

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Hear me out, Kurt x camgirl Reader

Camgirl - K.K

SMUT IMPLIED PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT SUBJECT OR YOU’RE UNDERAGE - this isn’t really smutty because i am really uncomfortable with that. hope this is okay though. this is also super short because i had no clue what to write without feeling uncomfortable. sorry.

to say you weren’t famous was an understatement. you were VERY famous. you had twenty million followers on instagram and thirty million subscribers on Only fans. yeah you beat Blac Chyna who used to be the most followed person. you had no idea why you got so big on there but you weren’t really complaining. you loved the fans that you had and you were supported by so many people. creating an only fans was one of the best decisions you had made.

you had made so many friends like Anna Paul and so many others (a/n Anna Paul owns my heart<3) you loved the content you created and would sometimes even do private videos for people who paid an amazing sum of money or people who requested a private video. you did live videos and posted pre-filmed videos and photos of you in lingerie, you also sometimes did collaborations with other onlyfans workers which made you get really famous, but you were mainly known for the live videos you did and you were “professionally” known as a camgirl. you did lives every Saturday, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, giving you a break on the spare days. that was when you usually took your photos and made your pre-filmed videos that you would post on one of those days. you were hated on, obviously, by different men and women who judged you for your choice of job but you honestly didn’t care.

you had just finished filming a video at a new location and decided to get a Spree Social. obviously it wasn’t your preferred choice of transportation because you could be in the car with a right knob, but Uber was unavailable. you never drove to different locations when filming. you’d rather not show anyone but your Uber or Spree driver you were there. you requested a Spree and within 5 minutes your driver was there. you got into the car and made sure that you were in the right car before the driver started driving. “i’m a big fan” you heard as you were texting your friends on your phone. “i’m sorry?” you questioned. you were trying to make sure you heard correctly. “i- i said i’m a big fan. sorry if i made it weird” he said, stuttering over his words. you smiled at him. “well thank you, i’m glad you like the content” you joked, looking at him through the rear view mirror. you winked at him when you caught his eye and he blushed hard.

you guys spoke for a bit about different hinges before turning back to your onlyfans. “so, how did you grow your audience so quickly?” he said, stopping at a red light. you gave him a look. “i post myself naked on the internet, i’m gonna get some views at least.” you said, smirking a bit. this boy did not have a clue. “well obviously, but like how did you grow so fast? i think i started watching you since one of your first videos” he said, sounding nervous. “i honestly don’t know, i guess i just kept trying till one of my videos went really viral and it worked.” you said, brushing your hair behind your ear. he shifted in his seat before speaking up again. “do you think i could start and onlyfans?” he said, voice so quiet you could almost not hear him. “anyone can start an onlyfans. are you experienced with girls and have you explored your own body? that’s the main question” you said, trying to get to know the nervous boy.

“i- well, uhh. no. i’ve never done anything with any girls.” he said, his head dropping slightly. you immediately felt bad. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to embarrass you” you said, he shook his head. “it’s fine, i’ve just never had anyone like me enough to do it. i obviously have explored myself just not another woman” he coughed afterwards. “it’s okay” you trailed on, you didn’t even know his name. he took the hint and spoke up again. “Kurt” he said, smiling a little. “well i’m y/n but i guess you already know that.” you laughed, he also laughed and then you carried on talking. “any girl would be lucky to have sex with you. it’s not a bad thing you’re a virgin. we were all virgins once in our lives and losing your virginity can be scary. i remember my first time. i was terrified” you said, looking out the window. you were both silent for a minute before you heard his phone go off. you looked around the car and didn’t even realise how many cameras were in his car.

“pull over and fuck her Kurt” you heard a lady’s voice say, she sounded almost robotic. your head snapped the where the sound was, his phone was on a stand with over 40k viewers. “i uhh, i’m sorry about that, i can’t control what they write.” he choked on his words as he spoke. you looked at the chat and saw some people making fun of him for being a virgin and some even congratulating him on even talking to you. he shifted slightly when you got closer to him. you whispered in his ear as he stopped at another red light. “should we show them what you are capable of?” he looked at you, then at your lips, then back at your eyes. you smiled as he nodded his head. he quickly drove to a random location and you sat back in your seat. you messaged your roommate telling her you wouldn’t be home till late so she didn’t wait up for you.

he drove to a boring field which had no one in it and stopped the car. “can they see from each camera?” you said as he got into the back of the car. “yeah they can” you heard him say. the phone spoke up again as you both started kissing. “oh my god. Kurt is getting it on with a camgirl” the robotic voice said, you both pulled apart as you laid down and Kurt got on top of you. “my camgirl” he said, you nodded your head as you took in more of his appearance. he was actually gorgeous. you’d usually not be kissing a boy you’d just met but something about Kurt that drew you to him. he was your type to a tea. “let’s put on a show for these weirdo’s” you spoke as you both got back to kissing. this was going to be a long night.

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stevesxyellowxsweater · 3 months

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Valentine's Day with Kurt will include...

Kurt would be up before you and already steaming,

No matter how many times you'd begged him, he still got your sleepy self on camera.

He'd talk a big game, telling his followers he had a lot of surprises planned for you that day,

but honestly you weren't holding out hope.

You'd wait until he was talking to the camera before you slipped out of bed and escaped the room,

refusing to come back till you're camera ready.

He would be staying at your place because him living with his mother would cramp his style,

The pair of you would have breakfast together, probably filmed,

though you'd ask him to turn it off so you can eat your eggs in peace.

You would then exchange gifts,

he'd set up a special Kurt's world video for it,

He'd of gotten you something super cheesy and cliche for Valentine's Day,

while you went the more unique approach and made a collage of all his videos so far,

He'd tell you that he had to work for a few hours leaving you home alone,

while he went to do spree driving,

But, he would return later with what looked like the whole stores stock of Valentine's Day chocolates,

trying to make up for such a meaningful gift you got him,

of course you'd laugh and find it adorable and thank him for them,

you don't go out that night, you're not big on that sort of thing,

you have a take out from your favourite place

and kidnap his phone to have his full attention,

the pair of you curl up and watch some crappy movie that turns into a make out session

before you take him to the bedroom

and show him why he should shut down his phone once in a while.

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mrwinterr · 5 months

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Violet!

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Female Reader

Summary: Basically, this is the Spree movie with you caught in the middle.

Warnings: Creeper vibes. Stalking. Language. Mentions of murder. Firearms. Unhinged behavior.

Title Inspiration: “Violet!” by Waterparks

A/N: I finally watched Spree (2020) then this song came on shuffle and it got me thinking about writing this. Neither of us asked for this, but here we are. I had to get it out of my head.

🚫 Don’t accept drinks from strangers. 🚫Don’t be afraid to say no. ❗ Be safe out there ❗

You fish your cell phone out from your back pocket, feeling it buzz and hearing it ping, alerting you that your Spree ride is approaching. You look over the license plate and squint at the tiny profile pic to get a good look at your driver’s face. Soon enough, a silver Toyota Prius comes into view and what you had to assume was your ride.

“Hi! Kurt, right?” You ask, as the driver rolls down the passenger side window. You bend forward to look inside. It was him, but you always asked your drivers regardless.

“Yep, that’s me! You must be Y/N.” He confirms with a wide friendly grin on his face.

“I am! Thanks for picking me up.” You respond and reach to open the door to the backseat, but stop when he speaks up.

“Oh, I don’t mind you sitting up front with me,” he says, patting the vacant seat next to him.

“Are you sure?” You hesitantly ask.

“Positive!” He ensures, leaning across the console to push open the passenger side door. You shrug, get inside and buckle up for the ride.

You quickly observe he had a very clean car, but what catches your attention the most are the multiple cameras installed all around it. Not wanting to encroach, you conclude that it was probably just for his safety.

“You’re welcome to change the station or play your own music,” he offers as he steers the wheel making a left turn.

“This is fine. You’re the driver, you get to pick the music,” you answer. That was kind of him? You thought to yourself.

“Nonsense! You’re my guest,” he says, waving it off.

“Really. This is ok with me. I like this band,” you insist, not having the energy to go through changing his settings or scrolling through your playlist.

“You do?” He asks, not wholly convinced. It wasn’t a widely known artist afterall, so you understood the disbelief.

“Yeah, been a fan for years,” you reply, and you’re not lying. You genuinely did know the artist currently playing.

“That’s so cool! I didn’t think I’d ever meet another fan,” he jumps at the revelation of something you both have in common. A huge smile on his face, you can’t deny he’s pretty cute, and for a second his little fan girl moment was kind of endearing.

“Well, today’s that day!” You say followed by an awkward chuckle that you intended to come out naturally, but failed…at least you weren’t convinced. Kurt didn’t see anything through it. You turn to face the window and silently mouth “what the fuck?” to yourself. That was not smooth and further solidified why you weren’t in the dating scene.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks out of the blue after a few minutes of silence that followed.

“Excuse me?” You weren’t really paying attention as you tried to forget that awkward moment, and had resorted to staring out the window, planning out the rest of the day in your head.

“Thirsty. I have a couple of water bottles for my passengers.” He says motioning to the cup holder within the side of the door. Sure enough as you looked down to where he pointed at, was a bottle of water.

“Oh, no. No, thank you. That’s very hospitable of you though.” You shake your head in response, politely declining the offer.

You pulled your phone out to see how much further your destination was and you were only halfway to the restaurant that you were meeting your best friend at. Usually, your rideshare drivers were easy to make conversation with or just didn’t speak to you at all, which you almost preferred Kurt do. Cute or not be damned.

“So, what plans do you have tonight?” He spoke again.

“Uh, well so far I just got this lunch and a show later tonight.” You answer, keeping it short.

“Oh, what kind of show?” He continued to press on.

“My friend, Jessie, she’s sort of a comedian.” You reply without thinking about it too much. Friendly conversation, right?

“Jessie. Jessie Adams?” He asks, looking over at you quickly before focusing on the road again.

“Yeah, that’s her,” you confirm, but with a hint of odd curiosity in your voice. He knew of her? Well, of course, he had to. A lot of people knew of Jessie. She’s got a pretty big following online. “Are you a fan?”

“Not really,” he replies, pausing before continuing, “I actually gave her a ride earlier.”

“Really? What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, small world, huh?”

“I guess so,” you agree.

“So what’s your @? We can follow 4 follow,” he asks, going straight to the next topic.

“Oh, you don’t want to follow me,” you say, trying to downplay your online presence.

“Why not? You seem like a cool person. Maybe we could hang someday.” He casually says while shrugging.

“Um, yeah. Sure. Okay,” you give up, feeling strange about it, but tell him your username on one platform anyways. Was it social pressure or that fact that you were bad at lying and not having the heart to say you don’t follow strangers? One more person wouldn’t hurt, right? He’d just get lost in the count or you’d probably never see him again. You were too busy to hang out or date anyways.

You see him pull his phone off the stand he had set on his dashboard, and you can tell he’s typing something in, while also driving! You hoped he wouldn’t crash the car.

“Whoa. You’ve got a lot of followers,” he exclaims, clearly scrolling through your feed, still driving.

“It’s not that much,” you insisted. It wasn’t enough to be “influencer” status.

“Are you kidding? Thousands is a big deal,” he says, maintaining this revelation about you.

“If you think so…I don’t really pay attention to it. It’s just a number. I probably will never meet that many people in my lifetime.” You weren’t sure why people were so obsessed with the amount of likes or follows they had online. None of that really mattered in the real world. The internet is a toxic place.

You looked over at him briefly and noticed a strange expression on his face. He was looking at you as if you had grown another head. He shook his head, not believing you just said something like that.

“Well, I’m @ kurtsworld96 everywhere,” is all he says to your mini monologue.

“Okay,” you say, unlocking your phone to open up the app and hit the ‘follow back’ button next to the notification. “Alright, followed! Oh, this looks like the place! Thank you for the ride!” You perk up seeing the restaurant come into view, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, gathering your bag, a hand eagerly on the handle, ready to open the door as soon as he stops in a safe distance.

“You’re welcome. I’ll DM you!” He shouts just before the door shuts close behind you. You give a dismissive wave as you dashed inside the restaurant.

You let out a heavy sigh the moment you sat across from your friend. That had to have been the longest ride of your life. Note to self: get your car fixed right away, so you don’t have to face another driver like that anytime soon.

You were so glad to have made it and have a sense of normalcy again. You just wanted to move on and forget about that awkward ride, but your phone’s incessant buzzing wouldn’t give you peace.

“Geez, who is blowing you up?” Your friend asks, looking over at your phone that was turned upside down. You had been trying to ignore it, so you could focus your attention on your friend and the time you were spending with her.

You pick it up and turn it over, groaning at the notifications. “It’s this guy I met,” you say, visibly annoyed, revealing that it was mostly coming all from Kurt.

“What? You didn’t tell me you were talking to someone,” your friend teases.

“I’m not! It’s not like that. I promise!” you’re quick to put that out, “it’s…my Spree driver.” Boy, did that sound weird to say.

“What are you doing giving your number out to your Spree drivers?”

“I don’t! I didn’t give him my phone number. He’s liking all my posts on social.”

“Weird, but that doesn’t explain now how he follows you,” she continued to dig.

“I don’t know. He seemed alright at first. He was kind of cute, but also a little awkward.” You try defending your actions, but in reality it was a lapse in judgment and now he had one access to you.

“There’s always a catch, right?” she says sitting back in her seat, crossing her arms, a bit of disappointment at that thought.

“For sure!” you agreed, dropping the subject of conversation there as the waiter arrived with your meals.

After leaving the topic of Kurt and relationships alone, you had a great time with your friend and agreed to meet up later at the venue for Jessie’s show. Parting ways, you ordered another Spree ride home so you could relax before heading out.

While waiting for your ride, you noticed you had an alarming high number of notifications from one of your social media apps. You braced yourself, opening it and checking the activity, seeing it was all from Kurt. He liked almost every post you made dating years back.

Shit. Who had the time to do that? Your thumb hovered over his username, hesitant to click on his page, but you wanted to get a better sense of him too. When you finally tapped on it you saw a stark contrast of his page compared to your own. He had well over the amount of posts and low followers to following ratio. He considered himself as a “Public Figure” and looked to be very active. Why was he so obsessed with it?

You’re not allowed more time to scroll or click on anything else, when you start feeling the familiar vibrating pattern that your Spree driver was nearby. You click the notification, exiting from the social media app, revealing your new driver.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you say to yourself. Could you be bold enough to cancel at the last minute?

“Hey, y/n! It’s me Kurt! Two for two,” he says overjoyed to see you.

“Uh…yeah, another coincidence,” your response drags out. You’re a little creeped out, but what if it was in fact a coincidence and he just happened to be the nearest driver.

“Or fate,” he said a little too enthusiastically.

“Sure,” you say after buckling up in the seat next to him. “Thanks for picking me up…again.”

“Not a problem! Anything for a friend…and it’s kind of my job.” He was a bit too cheery for your freaked out mood right now. In a sense he was a bit smothering, and you barely knew him or spent a full hour with him to even feel that way.

“Lunch looked good,” he said so casually.

“What?” confused, you're unsure of where he’s going with this.

“Your lunch. You posted a pic of the food on your story,” he replies like it’s nothing. He already looked at your stories?

“Oh…yeah. It was good,” you confirm. He doesn’t even detect the weird or slow tone of your answers. Long gone was that friendly person he met before you entered his vehicle.

As he went on and on about something during the trek back to your place, you deduced that he wasn’t one to understand your lack of interest in whatever he was talking about no matter how many times you said “yeah” or “uh-huh” or “sure” in response. You probably signed away on your death wish and didn’t even know it, that’s how much you weren’t paying attention. You felt your headache coming back and couldn’t wait until you made it home. The ride shouldn't have been as grueling as the first one, but you survived.

You managed to do a couple of household chores around your apartment and rest a bit. Now, an hour before you planned to leave for the venue, you got cold feet. You were scared to order another driver. You suppose you could’ve used a different rideshare service, but you were just freaked out that you’d meet another Kurt or he himself could be anywhere nearby. Today had been too weird and enough for you to want to just sit this night out, but your friend was determined to hold you to your word.

“I swear, it’s like I’m watching You, but it’s about me!” You speak into your phone.

“So, you’re saying Kurt is Joe…” your friend says, amused, but trying to make sense out of your paranoia.

“Yes!” you exclaimed.

“You’re being dramatic,” she scoffs, and you know she’s trying to bring you back down, but you and she both saw the posts that had gone viral recently. You just took it more seriously than she did.

“Whatever, I’ve made my mind up. I’m staying in.” You vow once more.

“You promised Jessie you’d go!” She pushed, hoping the guilt trip tactic would work.

“I know! I just…I just don’t feel safe going out.” You admit, feeling vulnerable, “What if he pops up?” lowering your voice, you can feel the fear creeping in.

“Girl, we’ll be in a crowded room. There’ll be tons of people there. There’s no way he’d risk trying anything.” She believed, not letting a guy stand in the way, except this wasn’t an ordinary guy and you were trying to convince her of just that.

“Are you serious? I don’t think that’s going to stop this psycho!”

“Hey, come on. That’s kind of mean, even for you.”

“You’re the one trying to get me killed?”

“Calm down. Relax, okay? You watch too many movies. It’s probably fake,” she says referring to the viral posts that Kurt had live streamed.

“Are you watching the same thing as I am?” You asked, not believing the words coming out of her mouth.

You didn’t follow Bobby or obviously any of his other passengers, but finding out those cameras in his car were being broadcasted to the entire internet utterly bewildered you. Anyone who actually watched him witnessed those painful rides and a murder. You realized he never stopped streaming either. He was on 24/7. You even caught the stream of him in the shower, but the moment you saw the red on his face and his naked chest, it made you sick and you immediately closed the app.

“Yes, and you’re right he is kind of cute,” is all she had to say back.

“That’s it? That’s not the point,” you sigh, not comprehending the entire situation you were in. Here you had some very strange encounters with a guy you just met who is coincidentally tied to potential homicides. No, you were convinced they were real and they clearly showed it was him.

“Whatever! Look, I’m leaving in five, so I better see you there or else!” Those were her final words as she hung up, not giving you another chance to decline.

“Or else I’m probably dead,” you say into the receiver, knowing she wasn’t on the other end anymore, and setting your phone down on the counter.

You wanted to go and support Jessie, but at the same time you were too convinced that it wasn’t safe right now. You weren’t allowed much more time to think about what you were going to do when there was a knock at your door.

You weren’t expecting anyone, so you quietly walked over to your door and cautiously looked through the peephole only to come eye-to-eye with a brown-eyed person. It kept its focus fixed on the hole as if they were trying hard to look through the other end.

It was beyond the point of creepy, so you backed away and ignored the person hoping they’d just leave on their own, but once the knocking kicked back in you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Hey, y/n! It’s me Kurt!”

What the fuck? How’d he get past the gate and on your floor? There’s a designated code for residents and their approved guests only.

“I know you’re in there!” He said loudly, voice booming in the hallway. However, you remained silent. “I just heard you on the phone!” Yeah, okay that’s not weird…but how much did he hear? “Come on. Open the door, please! What you’re doing isn’t fair!”

Realizing he wasn't going to go away on his own, now or tomorrow, who knows how long this could go on, you decided to finally confront him.

“Look, Kurt," you start off strong with a domineering tone, swinging your door open, but leaving it more than halfway closed, careful in case he decides to try something, "I don’t know how you got here or who let you up, but what do you want from me? I gave you a 5 star rating on Spree, I followed you back! What else?” but you ended up exasperated and almost desperate as you pleaded for answers and for him to back off.

“You never DM’d me back,” he answers simply, but quite frankly rather pathetically. You stared at him with a blank expression as you tried to process his response. You didn’t even have time to check your DMs, let alone reply to anyone because you were too busy worrying about your safety and avoiding him. Then your eyes traveled down his chest, noticing a little red light, and you realized he was recording everything.

“Are you seriously live right now?!” You asked incredulously, pointing to the camera strapped around his chest. "Turn that shit off!" You didn't want this to be broadcasted, even if no one was watching his stream.

“You’ve been sending me mixed signals all day,” He accuses, ignoring your question and demand entirely.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Frustration was evident in your voice, shaking your head at how ridiculous this whole exchange was.

“You liked my posts. You’ve led me to your place multiple times…” He starts listing things off defensively as if he had a legit reason to be upset at you.

“You’re my Spree driver! You’re supposed to pick me up!” You rebut, giving emphasis on his role as a Spree employee. You were pretty sure he was violating a work policy on him keeping your home address. “Also, I liked your posts because you liked mine, it’s just unspoken social media courtesy. I'm sorry if you took it a different way!”

“Where’d you learn that? That's not a real thing! It definitely isn't anywhere in The Lessons.” You swore you've never met anyone so delusional up until him.

“Huh? What? I don’t need to enroll in any lessons in social media etiquette.” Seriously, what the hell was this guy on? This whole argument was getting pointless and stupid.

“You obviously have a lot to learn,” he chastised.

“Kurt, please," you restart, lowering your voice, hoping to try and reason with him, "you seem like a nice guy, really, but I need you to leave me alone. If not, I’m going to call the cops.”

“Why would you do that?” he asks with a small sense of hurt in his demeanor from the light threat.

“Because you’re freaking me out!” You suddenly explode again. Surprising yourself with that outburst, you bring your hand up to your forehead, not only to soothe the third headache brewing in your skull, but also at yourself. Be it as it may, that might've been a bit too harsh, but he wasn't getting it.

When you finally work up the strength to face him again, you see he's looking down at his phone. You notice the confused and perplexed look on his face. Something's wrong, and you can feel it in the air.

“Did you block me?” He asks, looking up at you in disbelief with his big brown eyes. If the circumstances were different and he wasn't insane, it would've worked in his favor. Except, you forgot you did block him earlier after his incessant attempts to talk to you. Then the look in his eyes turned from a kicked puppy dog into a crazed one.

You didn’t even get to answer as your eyes widened, because the next thing you knew, you saw his hand reach behind him. As your instincts kicked in, you quickly shut the door in his face before shots were being fired at your front door.

You immediately jumped back, as the panic hit the ceiling, but you were flat down on the carpet, covering your head, praying this would end soon.

“This could’ve gone so much differently, Y/N!” Kurt yells over the sound of more gunshots, “We could’ve helped each other out…increase our following,” your ears were ringing, the more shots he fired, “...too bad, you’re actually cute and maybe we could’ve been a power couple!” You covered your ears, not wanting to hear anymore of his bullshit.

In this moment, you weren’t just scared for yourself, but also for your neighbors. And unfortunately, judging by the piercing screams outside, you knew some had now fallen victim to Kurt, someone you unintentionally lured back here, and that thought alone was breaking you as you felt the burn from the moisture and salty water that built in your eyes and streaked down your face.

You couldn’t just lie there and do nothing. Noting that the trajectory of the bullets weren’t aimed at your door anymore, you quickly got up from the floor and ran to retrieve your phone, instantly calling your friend for help.

When she finally picked up, the gunshots stopped, but your ears were still struggling to maintain its hearing balance.

“Girl, where the hell are you? Jessie is going on soon.”

“He’s here!” You screamed into the phone.

“What?”

“Kurt! He’s at my front door and he has a gun!”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Yes. Now get some help!”

“Okay! Okay! Stay where you are. I’ll be there!”

“No!” You tried to reason with her on staying where she was at in fear of her own safety should Kurt still be around, but she hung up before you could get another word in. You weren’t thinking clearly when deciding to call her first. You were in a panic. What you should’ve done was call the cops first instead of dragging her into this.

You didn’t leave your apartment or dared to look outside even though you figured he was gone. You were terrified. You could hear commotion outside and soon distant sirens, relieved that help was finally on the way.

“Y/N, it’s me!” Your friend rushes over banging on your door, which now had multiple slits from the bullets attempting to penetrate it.

You scrambled and bolted towards the door to your friend. You hastily grabbed and pulled her into your apartment.

“Whoa! Relax. You’re clear! He’s not here anymore!” She says holding you still so you’d calm down.

“I was going to tell you not to come here, but I panicked-” you babbled, trying to apologize for endangering her life, but she interrupted you by pulling you in for a hug, holding you close, providing comfort as you broke down and wrapped your arms tightly around her. You were clearly in a frenzy and witnessed something horrific.

When she pulled away, you saw the somber look on her face and you knew she felt bad for not listening to you earlier.

“Come on, let’s go file a complaint,” she said, grabbing your hand, “I should’ve taken you seriously the first time. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for coming though. I’m sorry you had to miss Jessie’s set.”

“Don’t worry about that. Jessie of all people will understand. Your safety is more important,” and the genuinity in her tone helped to warm you up. You were going to be safe.

After some routine check-ups performed by the medical team, you were led to a nearby officer on-site and began retelling the entire day’s events from the moment you got inside Kurt’s car up until the shots fired at your door. You learned that the police were already in the process of tracking Kurt down, hoping this would provide some ease of mind before releasing you.

Lucky for your friend, her car was functioning perfectly, she helped you gather some of your belongings so you could spend the night with her, knowing you wouldn’t and shouldn’t be alone after everything that transpired.

As soon as you were about to join her on the couch in her living room, after taking a much needed shower, she blurted out, “holy shit!”

“What now?” You said plopping down on the empty spot next to her, covering your eyes with your forearm in exhaustion. Your friend was at a loss of words, you had to peek from under your limb to see if her reaction changed and why she wasn’t responding.

All she could do was turn her phone to your line of vision and you too couldn’t believe it. What you were looking at also left you speechless. You sat up instantly and grabbed her phone to examine the image carefully.

Jessie had posted a selfie smiling next to a deceased Kurt.

A/N: I wrote this so quickly that I didn't proofread as much as I normally would, so sorry for any typos or weird inaccuracies. I hope you enjoyed this!

Please leave a like, reblog or comment 🥺

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huntingingoodwill · 1 year

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paradise // paralysed (k.k.)

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pairing: yan! kurt kunkle x (hints of mean!) reader

“Kurt, come pick me up.” You mumbled into the receiver, voice raspy with exhaustion. You pressed your temple against the graffitied wall of the phonebooth, heavy eyelids falling shut. You fingered the ridges of the metal cord that spiralled out of the weighty phone.

“I can’t do that, babe… I’m in the middle of a ride.” He fumbled through his excuse, glancing nervously at the rear-view mirror, his last rider’s limp body curled in the backseat.

He looked out the windshield, watching you stand in the glow of a streetlight. With his headlights off, shrouded in the darkness of the alley across the street, you hadn’t even noticed him as he watched you leave work, rummaging through your pockets for some change before slotting the coins, one-by-one, into the payphone. His heart pounded as his phone rang after you dialled. You were thinking of him. He was the first one you called. You loved him back.

“Pick me up, Kurt.” You bit out through gritted teeth.

He had only intended to sit outside your work for a half an hour before heading to the junkyard to dispose of the body, hoping he’d catch a glance of you through the window, or get to watch you have a smoke break. He wasn’t expecting you to call him. He couldn’t pass up on it, though. He was lucky you wanted him.

“...Okay.” He whispered, conceding almost immediately. “Ten minutes.”

He circled around the car, flashing a smile to the backseat cameras before shoving the leaden body out of the car, positioning it behind a dumpster, under cover of darkness.

He kept the headlights off, the car just a silhouette as he circled the block, only flicking them back on as he approached you to make it look like he had just arrived.

“You’re lucky I was in the area!” His voice was cheery enough to give you a headache. You slumped into the passenger seat, eyes screwed shut, not responding to him as he fell quiet, eyes running over your profile. He leaned over to fasten your seatbelt before starting the car.

You sighed, eyes fluttering open as you reached out your hand, finger lazily turning on his radio. You flipped to the oldies channel, the saccharine vocals of an 80s pop song blaring to life through the speakers, bright, lively synth cutting through the silence.

He turned the music off.

You glared at him, reaching out for the radio dial to turn it back on.

“Babe, c’mon…” He said, taking your hand before it could reach the stereo. He tried to lace his fingers with yours, but you wriggled out of his grasp, annoyed. “The fans don’t like this kind of music.”

Your eyes flew open.

“The fans?”

“Y-yeah.”

“You didn’t turn them off? Seriously?” You asked, reaching out toward the camera in front of you. You knew he streamed, but you thought he’d at least have the decency to turn them off when picking you up. “Christ, Kurt-”

“Put the camera down, (Y/N).” He muttered. He kept his eyes on the road.

“I can’t believe you-” You spat, fumbling for the “off” button, hating the way it felt to have the lens aimed at you as the camera’s red light blinked mockingly.

“Put the camera down, (Y/N).” He snapped.

You jumped. He never took on that tone with you. He was usually so sweet, so gentle. You withdrew your hands, folding them in your lap as you stared out the windshield.

“How was work?” He asked, the brightness in his voice returning so quickly you wondered if you had just imagined the harsh ring to it in his last sentence.

“I quit. How do you think it was?” You shot back, patience running thin. You didn’t look at him, flippantly playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What?”

“Well, I can’t just keep working there. I’m moving away.” You said, matter-of-factly.

His grip loosened on the steering wheel, and you felt the car begin to veer, the wheel bumping against the sidewalk as you began to swerve.

“Jesus Christ, Kurt!” You exclaimed, reaching over to steer you back into the lane. His hands tightened around it, knuckles white as he anxiously drummed his long fingers against it. You stared at him, blinking at him in shock as his jaw tightened.

“Stop here.” You huffed, nodding at a parking lot you were nearing.

For a moment, the both of you sat, quiet in the stillness of the parked car. You kept your eyes trained on the food truck parked nearby, the lines of chattering, slightly-drunk people, the neon lights of its sign casting Kurt in a pink glow.

“I thought we went over this, Kurt.” You broke the silence, voice sad and gentle, like you were speaking to a child.

“I didn’t think you were serious!”

“Why wouldn’t I be-” You inhaled, stopping yourself before you worked yourself up over it, tamping down the anger that bubbled in your stomach. “I'm leaving, Kurt. Really. I’ve got the plane ticket booked. My suitcase is packed. You can’t continue being in denial about this. It’s happening."

“What, so you’re breaking up with me?” His voice cracked in desperation.

“I told you you could come with me.” Your voice quiet. Next to him, his body brimming with pain, his fingers trembling like he could barely contain it, you felt impossibly small.

“But-” You heard his sadness bubble in his throat, the word coming out as a gasp. “I can’t just pick up and move to the middle of nowhere! I’d never be able to make it over there-”

“You’re not even gonna make it here!” You yelled, watching him flinch as the words stung him. “It’ll be paradise out there.” You nodded, determined in your self-assurance. “Aren’t you tired of doing all this?” You gestured at the cameras, their lenses trained on you like wide, curious eyes. You imagined how you looked on stream. Pitying, probably. “Isn’t it hell, to keep trying? To be surrounded by all these shitheads, trying to prove something to them? If you come with me, you won’t have anything to prove. We can forget about it.”

He let his head fall to the steering wheel, drooping forward. You watched his shoulders shudder.

“Turn off the cameras, Kurt.” You felt numb. You were giving up on him, you could feel it. Your emotions began to dissolve.

He looked up, staring out the windshield. His cheeks were streaked with tears, eyes dull and blank. He reached up, flicking the cameras off.

“I’m not leaving.” He mumbled.

“Fine.” You shrugged. “Well I won’t make you drive me to the airport or anything. Just…drive me home, and I’ll get a Spree once I get to my charger. My phone’s dead.” You sighed offhandedly, settling into your seat.

“That’s good.” He said coolly, starting the car up. He pulled a sudden sharp u-turn, the force of it causing you to slam into the passenger door. The sound of screeching tires and the horns of the other drivers he completely disregarded as he cut across their lanes to make the dangerous turn sounded out around you.

“Shit!” You gasped, chest heaving from the adrenaline. “What is wrong with you?!”

You swallowed thickly, the breath knocked out of you as you registered his words. “What do you mean, ‘That’s good’?”

“It’s good that your phone’s dead.” He said nonchalantly, nodding as if it were obvious.”It’ll make this easier.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you looked out the car window, watching the buildings zip by as Kurt pressed his foot into the accelerator.

“Kurt, this isn’t the way to my house.” You protested, noting the difference in the route.

“Yeah.” He hummed casually. “We’re going to mine.”

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut.

“C’mon Kurt, I’m not in the mood. I don’t want to go back to yours tonight. There’s nothing else I have to say. Just take me back to my house, the plane leaves-”

“You’re not leaving.”

You felt yourself still.

“...What?”

“You’re not leaving.”

Your heartbeat stuttered.

“Kurt, just take me home-”

“I am taking you home.” He turned to you. His brown eyes, the same that once seemed so sweet, were dark, hollow pits. “You live with me now.” He said it like he believed it, like it was the truth. You were going to stay with him. If you liked it or not.

You opened your mouth, but all that could escape was a shaky breath.

“I’m not letting you leave.” He spoke. “I’m never letting you go.”

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ddejavvu · 6 months

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

this post is 18+, minors dni.

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

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

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

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

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

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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Kurt Kunkle headcanon because you know I had to 😘

All that man needed was to have a girl pay attention to him for two seconds and give him a little validation, and then no one would have died. He could have been easily fixed by seeing my some boobs.

Anna you know more than anyone that I love a good "but I can fix him" when it comes to Kurt lmfao

okay but imagine before he succumbs to The Lesson, he's just an ordinary Spree driver going about his day

on certain days, he stops by the drive thru bc he's figured out when his favourite server is working

(it's you, you're his favourite server)

he likes you because you don't give him the monotone everyone else does. he likes that you always sound happy to see him, and that you eventually place his regular order to his voice before he can even tell you. sure, figuring out your shift pattern was probably a little obsessive on his part, especially for someone he hasn't seen before, but he's doing it for love

in the time you save by being able to order for him, you get to ask him what his plans are for the day and he tells you all about kurtsworld96

when you get off shift, you follow his account and start liking his posts. he's a cutie in his own way, and you can see he's really trying with his content. since he doesn't get much engagement, it doesn't take much for him to figure out that this new follower is you. he is floored by how you look. devastated that you're wasted on a job behind a speaker. maybe he gets off to you a little too, who's to say

irl, however, he starts getting more nervous to talk to you, even through the speaker. you can kind of tell its because he's a little intimidated which, honestly? confidence booster 3000

so you take to DMing him. just a little praise for his videos, which he takes super enthusiastically. you ask about his idea process, his filming setup, his editing software. he refuses to accept any praise about himself, though.

as the night goes on and you start to get more comfortable with talking to him, you go back to trying to compliment him. he again starts to deny it all, so you decide to try and condition him. you send him a suggestive selfie, telling him that for every nice thing he can say about himself, you'll show him how much you appreciate him. After the first one, you take off your shirt and send another selfie. kurt's reply is full of typos, which he's hurriedly apologetic for, but you gently reassure him that it must be difficult only typing with one hand now, since the other must be preoccupied

he gets more confident with his compliments, both towards you and himself, as the night goes on, but once he's gotten his release from seeing you, he gets all self-deprecafing again

so you simply keep at it. sending suggestive messages and photos and promising more only if he praises himself first

once he's actually started to show some real improvement, you can hear it in his voice when he comes round to order. you tell him he should come and pick you up when your shift is over

you try to adopt the same mentality into kurt irl, straddled over him in the drivers seat telling him to be nicer to himself, but the poor, pathetic lil man that he is, some topless dry humping is all it takes for him to cum right in his pants

the first time he can finally hold put long enough to actually get to fuck you, after he cums he cries, but you know it's not a reflection of either of your performance. he's just craved intimacy for so long. for someone to just want to recognise him for him

and as a bonus for any voyeur pals reading this, maybe the cameras still end up getting installed in his car after all, but for a whole other reason~

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years

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The One That Got Away–Kurt Kunkle

A/N: It's concerning how many requests I've gotten for more Kurt imagines.

I stormed out of the bar, practically fuming. I grabbed my phone and instantly ordered a car. Once it was ordered, I wrapped my arms around myself.

"Y/N!"

"Go away, Alex."

"Just let me explain," he stuttered.

"I don't really want to hear how you got that girl to stick her tongue down your throat," I groaned.

"Baby, please," Alex sighed. He grabbed my hand, but the second he turned me around, I slapped him.

"We're done," I spat out. I started to walk away but he grabbed me again. I gasped in pain as he pulled me into his chest.

"Not until you let me explain," he sneered.

"Hey!"

We looked over to see a car pulled over. "I have a rideshare for Y/N."

I pushed Alex off me and walked to the car. The tears streamed down my face as the guy looked between me and Alex.

"Is he coming too or. . ."

"No," I cut him off. "He's not."

The guy nodded before finally pulling away from the bar. I angrily wiped at the tears on my face.

"You know," the guy cleared his throat, "he's an ass."

"You got that right," I scoffed.

"My name's Kurt," he introduced. "The water in the cup holders is up for grabs."

"Thank you," I sighed. I grabbed a water and instantly look a large drink. I slowly pulled it away when I noticed it tasted a little funny. As I examined the label, things started to get fuzzy.

* * * * *

I woke up and the first thing I noticed was the feeling of being strapped down. I could feel the panic rising. I tried to sit up but all I could see was what looked like a hotel room.

"Hello?" I called out shakily.

"You're awake."

His voice sent chills down my spine. And not the good kind. I gasped when he crawled on top of me, straddling my hips.

"What do you want?" I asked shakily.

"It's pretty simple," he chuckled.

My breath got caught in my throat when Kurt leaned down, his face inches from mine.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he whispered as he brought the knife up and pressed the side of the blade to my throat.

"Wait," I gasped.

Kurt froze above me, his smirk slowly dropping. I had a plan but it was insane. Then again, so was this rideshare driver. I tilted my chin up, but I wasn't close enough.

Please don't make me say it.

"What are you doing?" Kurt whispered.

He's going to make me say it.

"Kiss me."

I internally cringed and struggled to hold back vomit as he slowly smirked. I can't believe this was turning him on! What the hell is wrong with this freak?

Kurt moaned before dropping the knife and roughly pressing his lips to mine. He didn't hold back. Which just made this all feel worse.

As our lips moved in sync, his hands explored my body. I was going to have to boil every inch of myself after this. No shower or vodka would be strong enough.

"Baby," I moaned as I broke the kiss. "Untie me. Please, baby. Then we can have some real fun."

I gasped but covered it up with a moan as he pressed his lips roughly to mine. As we kissed messily, he reached up and undid my hands. I grabbed his face and pulled him away from me. Before he could say anything, I pulled him down to me and started kissing his neck.

He chuckled darkly again as he reached down and started to untie my legs. As soon as my right leg was free, I brought my knee up.

Hard.

Kurt groaned in pain. I pushed him off of me, causing him to roll off the bed. I sat up and quickly untied my other leg. The second I was free, I ran.

I ran out of the hotel room, running down the hallway. I got outside and ran toward the office. When I roughly pushed open the door, the lady behind the counter and the family checking in looked at me like I was crazy.

"Help me," I stuttered. "Please. You have to help me."

Six Months Later

I walked into the prison, my legs barely keeping me up. People thought I was crazy for visiting the man who drugged me, kidnapped me, and almost killed me. But not knowing was driving me crazy too.

"Open on 7!"

"I'll be here the hole time," the guard Simpson whispered. "He won't touch you."

"Thank you," I stuttered. He gently put his hand on my back and escorted me through the door.

When I saw him sitting at a table in orange, my heart jumped into my throat.

"Hey, baby," he smirked at me. He started to stand up but Simpson instantly forced him back down.

"Stay on your ass, Kinkie," he warned.

"It's Kunkle," Kurt sighed.

"Like it matters," Simpson scoffed.

"Although Kinkie works too," I laughed.

Kurt angrily grunted and tried to charge me again. Simpson instantly stopped him.

"Now, shut up and let the pretty lady yell at you," Simpson said, nodding towards me.

"Careful," Kurt warned him. "She likes to go for the nuts."

"Damn, you're an asshole," Simpson mumbled. He sent me a look before rolling his eyes. I took a deep breath before sitting across from Kurt. Just like Simpson promised, he stayed behind Kurt the whole time.

"Why?"

"Why what?" Kurt chuckled.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked, suddenly not afraid of him anymore. "Drugging the water, kidnapping, torture, who knows what else. Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He laughed. "The fame!"

"You're sick," I said through my teeth. He fake pouted but slowly smirked. He reached for my hands but I stood up.

"I hope you rot in here you sick son of a bitch."

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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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cahrlotah · 2 years

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I've been so obsessed with Kurt, from KurtsWorld like it's not even funny.

I need some fic recommendation pls

#kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #joe keery #kurt spree #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle imagine

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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MORE KURT KUNKLE CONTENT WOULD BE COOL UR AMAZING

The Lesson - K.K

here you are lovely. thank you, also, who else loves feminist Kurt? absolute king honestly. also sorry but this is quite short :(

you had been living in Los Angeles for about two years. you worked as a model and the studio you modelled at was thirty minutes away from your house. you had never learned to drive for yourself, you were too scared. so your days to and from work consisted of Ubers and Spree socials. you didn’t really mind though, the drivers never really made conversation which you were grateful for, who would want to have a conversation with someone they don’t know?

it was 10 o’clock at night. you had just finished modelling for a new brand which became famous pretty fast so you jumped at the opportunity to model for them. you went onto Spree social and requested a ride to your apartment. very quickly, a boy named ‘Kurt’ accepted your request and was to you in less than five minutes. “are you Kurt?” you asked, he nodded his head and you got into the back seat of the car. it was silent for a bit before he spoke up. “i’m sorry to make this super weird but i am a huge fan of you. i was shocked to see you when i pulled up” he said, sounding anxious as he spoke. you gave him a wide smile and thanked him.

“that’s lovely of you to say. not many people who drive me around make a conversation but it was nice to hear you talk” you said, looking up from your phone. he nodded his head and carried on driving. for the majority of the ride, Kurt was talking about this thing he was planning called ‘the lesson’. to be honest you had no clue what he was saying but he said it was happening on the 12th of April. you looked at the date and saw it was the 8th of April. “only four days to go then” you said once he finally finished talking about it. “oh yeah i know. i’m so excited” he said, looking back at you in the rear view mirror. you guys were silent for a while before you spoke up. “this isn’t the way to my apartment” you said, when he turned out of the wrong exit. “oh sorry, i should have said. i got a request from someone else. i hope you don’t mind” he said, pulling up to where the new person was. the man got into the car, “hey, are you Mario?” you heard Kurt say to the man. “yes i am, drive fast please, i have a date to get to” he said, putting his seatbelt on. “wow a date at this time of night? that’s new” you said, looking at the time on your phone. “yeah well i didn’t want to meet up with her but she was begging me. i just want to have sex then leave her” Mario replied, you instantly scoffed and shook your head.

why are we, in the 21st century, and men are still talking about women like they are an object? “hey wait, i recognise you. you’re that model who’s like mega famous. can i get a photo?” Mario says, sounding excited. you looked away from him and rolled your eyes. “no thanks. i don’t take pictures with idiots” you said, looking out the window. he scoffed and ran a hand through his hair. “hey y/n, i’m going to drop you off first” you heard Kurt say, Mario opened his mouth to say something, you stopped him before he could speak up. “thank you” you said, looking at him in the rear view mirror and smiled. you and Kurt chatted for a while before Mario spoke up again. “i’m really going to need that photo. it’ll look so good on my insta feed” he said, sounding a little passive aggressive.

“and as i said, i’m really not in the mood to take a photo with an idiot who will use me for likes” you said, you heard Kurt laugh before Mario turned to him. “what are you laughing at f*ggot” you looked at him shocked, Kurt immediately quietened down. “that’s vile. why would you say something like that?” you questioned. Mario looked at you and smirked. “you have a crush on little psycho boy don’t you? he’s weird. why are you choosing him over me?” he said, reaching a hand to touch your face which you instantly slapped away. “you know, ever since you’ve gotten famous it’s gone to your head because you’re a total bitch” you heard Mario say. Kurt immediately stopped the car, you luckily knew where you were, you only had to walk for about five minutes before you were at your apartment. “out.” Kurt said sternly, turning around to Mario and pointing at the door.

“me? no way man. she’s the one being a bitch” Mario said, trying to defend himself. “you know what Kurt thank you for the ride. it was lovely meeting you. maybe we could meet up sometime?” you said, getting your bag as you opened the car door. “no wait y/n, i wasn’t stopping for you.” Kurt said, rolling down his window. “i know, it’s fine though, i live over there. how about i follow your instagram and we can chat on there?” you said, you unlocked your phone and opened instagram. “oh uhh sure, my @ is Kurtsworld96. i’ll follow you back” he said, running a hand through is hair as his face blushed a bright red colour.

“hey, could i also get a follow? my @ is mario32” you heard Mario say, you looked at him through the car window and put up your middle finger. “i’ll message you later Kurt” you said to him. “actually, could you wait some second” you carried on, looking into Kurts eyes. “uhh yeah sure.” he waited as you walked back around to Marion’s side of the car, opened the door, took out a water bottle and chucked it all over him. you slammed the door shut and walked back round to Kurt. “what the fuck man” Mario said as he wiped his face. “sorry about that.” you said to Kurt, he nodded his head and said it was fine. you kissed him on the cheek before walking away to your apartment complex.

you got into your apartment and checked you phone, you saw that Kurt had messaged you which you immediately opened. ‘hey, sorry about the guy in the car earlier. i sorted him out’ the message read. you laughed out loud before replying. ‘thank you, wanna meet up tomorrow? we could go to lunch or something?’ you said. he immediately replied with a short but sweet. ‘sure. i’ll pick you up tomorrow at around 11?’. you sent an ‘okay, see you tomorrow x’ before turning your phone off and heading to bed. there was something interesting about Kurt that intrigued you, you wanted to get to know the boy and what ‘the lesson’ actually was. least to say you were very excited for tomorrow.

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