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dimepdf · 2 years

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DATING KURT WOULD INCLUDE. + KURT KUNKLE

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. what being in a relationship with Kurt would be like.

pairing. kurt kunkle x reader

genre and warnings. 18+ under cut MDNI, none gender specific, incel Kurt, fluff, gamer boyfriend trope, not canon to movie, just silly little headcanons, i honestly don't know how to tag this. | — feedback is always welcomed & don’t forget to reblog 🤍

Honestly, I can not believe that you guys convinced me to write this. You literally put a gun to my head and told me to start writing this with my black ass.

Ight come get y'all juice ig.

Kurt is the type of boyfriend who just doesn't know what to do when you show him affection, the man takes a minute to process every compliment that you give him.

"Wait...Did you just call me a pretty boy?"

"Kurt, I said that an hour ago, babe."

Your first date is going to be cheap.

I'm just being honest here, but that doesn't mean that this man wouldn't burn a hole in his pockets just to buy you whatever you want from the McDonald's dollar menu.

He will randomly just check up on you throughout the day.

Even if you're spending it together, he’ll suddenly just stop what he’s doing and analyze you for a bit.

Despite you two being in a relationship, Kurt pulls zero bitches, no matter how much he tries to present himself as this super confident guy with a super hot partner.

And because of that, he’s very inexperienced when it comes to relationships.

You have to be the one to initiate everything when it comes to your relationship.

But when you are being affectionate, you have to turn it all the way up a notch because this man is kind of dense.

You would wrap your arms around him as he sat in his gamer chair watching him play one of his silly little games.

The sound leaking from his headset as you shifted to his lap, unaffected by your presence, thinking you just wanted to cuddle.

But then you start kissing him on the collarbone...

Man's is instantly hard.

here's where it get's a little spicy...

You discover that Kurt is quite vocal during sex.

Like a modern day porn star, you cannot shut him the fuck up.

Every little touches from you makes him feel like he’s experiencing sex for the first time, every time.

It isn't that hard to please him since he’s never felt the touch of a everyone ever in his life, so you would give him the most sheet gripping, teeth clenching, knuckle biting head of his life.

Kurt has this thing with eye contact.

You have to look him in the eye while you guys are having sex or he just can’t cum.

Same with biting.

He doesn't do it to you, but he’ll burst at the seams if you tease him by sinking your teeth into any part of his body.

Do not try this with his slong.

He has accidentally hit you before the time that you tried to jump scare him.

His reflexes are insane.

Also he cries.

You have to give that man aftercare because he literally breaks down.

That post-nut clarity hits him like a ton of fucking bricks.

All he wants to do is be the little spoon and cuddle with you.

okay back to being cute again...

Whenever he wins a round, you have to kiss him.

He’ll spring from his gamer chair at the end of the round and jump onto the mattress just to steal a kiss from you.

will brag about you to the ten-year olds online that he’s playing with

“Yeah, well my partner is super freaking hot so…no im not lying dude!”

“Y/N! COME TELL THEM THAT YOU’RE TOTALLY REAL AND NOT MY MOM!”

waking up and seeing him on the game or making his little "beep boop" music in the corner of the room with the lights turned off.

“Jesus Christ Kurt, turn on the light at least you look like a serial killer.”

“Oh I'm sorry honey, I just didn't want to wake you!”

He constantly asks you for your opinion on everything.

He just can’t help it.

He just constantly wants your approval and wants to impress everyone, especially you.

Lowkey, he has this thing with taking pictures of you while you're sleeping, like his entire camera roll would be just you sleeping in random places he likes to scroll through whenever he’s bored.

You guys do fight, just not very often, but when you do, it's usually over something very serious.

“....are you mad at me Y/N?”

“You literally drove off and left me in a random fucking parking lot because of a game sale Kurt.”

Since he is very into being social media famous, you do have to bring the hammer on him sometimes to stop him from doing dangerously stupid trends.

But other than that, your relationship is usually just shits and giggles.

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acciojaeyun · 2 years

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day 1: somnophilia (kurt kunkle)

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

a/n: phew, i got carried away!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is for another day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kurt thinks she had pills, anyway.

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

Y/N was Kurt's.

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weezerblue · 2 years

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HE'S SO GODDAMN KISSABLE HELP ME XJGZBC NVCBZNVXJVXGJXGC

SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S AJAKSKSJKRNJRJDKDKS OMG

#kurt kunkle #spree movie #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt spree smut #joe keery

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slvtforstve · 29 days

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How Joe Keery characters would text back after you send them a naugthy picture ♡

i had so much fun with this

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mimixmunson · 2 months

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Kurt Kunkle would 100% be a gamer bf. You’d have to beg him to come to bed because it’s 5am and he’s been playing all night, leaving you in bed all alone. You can hear him shouting over his headset to whatever 12 year old has killed him in the last game.

You’d walk into his spare bedroom (the gaming room he had turned it into) completely naked and call his name, massaging the back of his neck. He turn around, a little bit jump scared because he didn’t hear you come in over the sound of gunfire in the game.

Once he catches a glimpse of your naked body under the neon light of the room, he’d rip his headset off and grab your hand. Running with you to the bedroom, because no game is better than pussy. Even losers like Kurt know that.

Throwing you onto the bed to the sound of his own laughter, and burying his head against your belly. “You want me?” He smirks, brushing his hair out of his face. Trailing his fingers from under your belly button to your slit, narrowly missing your clit. You direct his hand to the right spot, and he stays there completely still until you whine.

His fingers only start to motion when you beg, because boy does that man love any form of feedback.

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Fuck (Marry, Kill)

You get drugged in the backseat of Kurt's car

Bottom!FTM Kurt Kunkle x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kurt laughs. "Home."

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

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

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munsster · 1 year

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kurt kunkle and his bimbo girlfriend

A/N: this week has literally forced me to be obsessed with this greasy little slasher (soooooo my inbox is surely open!) (gif creds: @stevesnailbat)

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Warnings: Spree (2020) related content, kurt kunkle, smut/suggestive themes, MDNI, slasher themes (blood, gore, murder, ghostface), pet names (baby, slasher), cam/stream sex

im sorry but gamer bf x bimbo gf trope is actually flooring me rn

he’s just this greasy little streamer you started watching and you’re this total babe who’s obsessed with him

and you are really obsessed with him

you are literally his Number one fan

if kurt kunkle has 100 fans, youre one of them. if kurt kunkle has 1 fan, its you. if kurt kunkle has no fans, you’re dead.

you plugging kurtsworld96 at any given chance, like he’s so confused the first time he hears you do it, but then he gets so happy and just pulls you in

you being the first one to be super excited about his amount of viewers/followers

a celebratory kiss for ur streamer bf 🥰

also getting really worried when he seems to be in a little bit of trouble (ie cops in the background yikes)

him always reassuring you that he’s fine and he’ll figure it out

you dont know it but he’ll do anything you say, even if it meant turning off his stream for the night

you literally suggested doing cam stuff together before chat suggested it, but now chat is like obsessed with that because theyre a bunch of pervs

you treating chat like a sassy lil mama (“ew! behave yourselves” “ask nicely” “‘put it in her ass’ oh cmon, you know better” “shhh, quit being bratty, thats not how good little viewers get what they want, now is it?”)

youre such a lil price gouger, youre like “okay if someone sends in $50, i’ll let you guys watch us” and chat loves you so obviously they end up doing that

kurt really really loves you, plus you do wonders for his numbers. viewers basically double when he even mentions you

“‘kill your gf’ pfft yeah right, i know all his tricks, i’d like to see him try!” and you’re like in his lap and grinning and he just grins at you and when you turn to face him, he lands a big ol smooch on you

even after months of being together, he still gets nervous around you

and you always tell him to “relax, baby, it’s just me” all while he’s literally buzzing in your presence

he probably likes his hair pulled tbh

like even when you just run your fingers through his hair, he’s purring, he’s so slutty for it

asking him to do skincare/haircare with you as an excuse to take showers together 😝

like of course he’s gonna do it 1) because he loves you and 2) because afterwards, he smells like a candy store

you picking out his outfits because what he wears now is actually a cry for help

no because he would actually let you treat him like a dress up doll

you being really excited about it and telling him to do GRWM and OOTD segments on his streams (which are completely led + narrated by you, but he doesn’t need to know that)

him teaching you how to play video games (even though you already kinda know, you let him have his moment)

you designing the clickbait thumbnails for all of his youtube videos and they’re definitely all sparkly and pink and cute

you begging him to come with you to get your nails done, telling him he doesn’t have to get his nails done, you just want him to go with you

but of course, you convince him to get his nails done (just a basic polish *cough cough* in literally neon green, his choice) and he flaunts it to stream

he definitely makes fun of bobby like “my girlfriend is literally so hot. where’s yours? oh wait……”

and you HATE bobby

you think he’s a bad friend to kurt, but you’d never tell him that. you just scheme like “noooo baby, hang out with me, not bobby” and he’s like okay 🥰

also him being a little protective and possessive over you

like when other attractive people glance at you, he’ll grab your hand or put his arm around you or ask for a little kiss (all of which you do happily)

i love yous are thrown around like none other, and it makes him blush everytime. even when youre just tuning in, if he gets that “i love you, slasher” message, he’ll go red as a tomato

oh that reminds me: youre favorite movies being slasher films like scream and scary movie and american psycho, and he’s not stupid so he definitely senses the theme there

bonus: he definitely buys one of those ghostface masks just to surprise you (and get into your pants)

you offering to help clean his car after particularly gory kills (and he knows ur really good with aesthetics and detail work)

also you cleaning him up after particularly gory kills 🥺

like he’ll come home with blood streaked down his face, and you’re like “aw baby 😟 c’mere”

he LOVES it, he feels like a little puppy dog around you because you take care of him so well

you are all about sneak attack kisses, and he never knows what to do with them, he just sits there and smiles while you hold his face and pecks his lips

bro eventually, he’ll start laying the rizz down on you (and he’s not very good at it but) its so sweet that he’s genuinely trying and happy

like he’ll just spit pick-up line after pick-up line whenever you’re around, and you just giggle and kiss him on the cheek

you don’t even have to ask and he’ll buy you cute clothes. not that he’s insanely rich or like raking it in, but he makes enough, and he will spend money on something nice for you before he buys something for himself

him begging to drive you anywhere and anywhere even though your car works perfectly fine, he just wants to do things for you

also him begging to rig your car with cameras, too, just so when he does have to be in your car, he can still stream

ummm bonus: he definitely sets up a camera above his bed so like not only can he do sleeping streams, but…. you know…… angles 😌

you bringing him snacks and drinks during his stream and he gets the biggest googly eyes

you’ll just walk in in like the skimpiest little outfits, grinning and winking at the camera before giving kurtie a sloppy kiss

yall he’s so fucking dumb (in a loving way), but you’ll get into the car in like the most revealing and tight top and he’ll get all nervous and try to angle the cameras like ‘yall seeing this???’ all while smirking to himself

him accidentally referring to you as his wife on multiple occasions while streaming

letting you put your songs in the queue every so often

bonus: after hearing you play it literally once, his new favorite song is ‘stars are blind’ by paris hilton. that shit bangs and he knows it

him making you a playlist of all his songs (and he actually falls in love when you mention the fact that you listen to it almost constantly)

he actually can’t believe you love him and you’re of fan of his work and you’re actually the cutest thing he’s ever seen (nice tits, too)

it takes a lot of convincing and proof on his part that you truly love him, but you’re not shy about showing it and you’ll prove it to him anytime he needs

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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

#kurt kunkle #kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle smut #kurt kunkle imagine #kurt kunkle x reader smut #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle headcanon #kurt kunkle hc #kurtsworld #spree movie #spree 2021 #kurt kunkle one shot

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seabreeze1969 · 7 days

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Strawberry Pancakes

Summary: Gator Tillman meets OC stripper. She is reluctant to give him a dance, but ends up enjoying it a little too much. He is more than happy to break some rules with her.

Tags/Warnings: strippers, thigh riding, lap dance, power dynamics, paid intimacy, dirty talk, teasing

Chapter One

~Gator

It was the second Friday of May. Every other Friday he found himself sitting in the back of The Tender Trap, a local strip club, with an envelope in his pocket as he waited for a militia man to collect the hefty support of Sheriff Roy Tillman, his father. It was an easy job. That’s why his father gave it to him. At least it was supposed to be easy. But things never came easy to Gator.

As his lazy gaze glossed around the small club, his heart caught in his throat. He wasn’t met with Roxy or Crystal, the usual dancers who would throw him winks every now and again. He saw a young woman he’d never seen before. He was sure if she had been there any of the other Fridays he would’ve known.

Her legs were toned, but covered in stockings forcing him to imagine the bare skin underneath. As his gaze slithered further up skipping over her bare stomach to her breasts he started to feel his pants tighten. The white laced cups pushed up her small tits and had them spilling out over the low top. And finally he reached her face. Her bouncy brown curls framed her soft face, and he couldn’t help but let his mouth fall open as he caught her big doe eyes.

He knew he must’ve looked like a moron sitting there with his jaw on the floor, but he couldn’t help himself. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in person. Something straight off of one of those raunchy old bikini posters he tacked behind his bed.

Before he could stop himself his feet carried him over to the seats closest to the stage where she was entertaining two other men. The closer he got the more her eyes narrowed at him and she suddenly seemed familiar, “Wait a minute. Aren’t you the doc’s kiddo? Miss Grey?” He’d seen her only a couple times when he had to visit the local clinic after a job went sideways, and she looked vastly different in layers of clothes and thick rimmed glasses. But she had given him that same narrow look.

“No, sir,” she shook her head, her full lips turning into a pout, “My name is Candy.”

“Hah, yeah sure it is,” he huffed a laugh, “Anyways, aren’t you a little too smart to be dancing around half naked?”

And then it was her turn to laugh, “If smarts had anything to do with it you’d be the one in heels up here, sheriff.”

“Ouch, sour Candy. You trying to hurt my feelings, girl?” Gator mocked hurt feelings, putting his hand over his heart.

“Were you trying to hurt mine?” She shot back.

“No. How about you make it up to me with a dance?”

“Aren’t you on duty?”

“Nah, I just dress like this for fun,” he hooked his thumbs into the bulky sheriff’s vest, showing it off.

“Won’t it be a bad look for your father?” It was true his father’s election was going to be up soon.

“He’ll be alright. You running out of excuses?” Gator checked.

“I could just say ‘no.’ If you don’t want to take a hint,” she condescended, and that just made him want her all the more. No way in hell was she gonna say ‘no’ to him. He had all the power he needed in the envelope, who would even notice if a couple of the hundreds were missing? Taking less than a second to decide he pulled out the envelope and started counting out the hundred dollar bills that he definitely should not be spending at a strip club.

“Are you deaf? Or just dumb?” Candy frowned, but as he continued to count them she changed her tune, “Holy smokes, where’d you get all that?”

He waved three hundreds at her, “How bout that dance?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, struggling with the decision, but then she nodded in defeat, “Let’s go.” She hopped off the stage, and took his hand in her own. Her hand was trembling, until she squeezed him a little harder, and he pretended not to notice it. Pretended he was far too preoccupied with the way her ass swayed back and forth in her little white lace underwear.

In the private room there was one lone chair in the center with dark velvet couches surrounding it. As she stepped into the room her white undergarments turned dark red with the lights. She led him to the chair in the center of the room, shoving him down roughly. He made a show of it for her, collapsing into the chair even though he was barely moved from her hands pushing his chest, “Take it easy, baby.”

She ignored him, sliding her hands across his chest into his leather jacket, to slip it off, taking his vest with it. She hooked it on the back of the chair, which still left him in his bulky hoodie.

“That’s more like it, sweetheart,” he grinned as she walked in front of him again. He drank her in once again now that he had her all to himself. Her slim ankles wrapped in the white plastic straps of the clear high heels that were giving her an extra half foot at least. She looked a little unsteady as his gaze raked up the stockings, lingering on the smooth bare skin of her upper thigh. He imagined for a moment how her legs would wrap around him, how he’d grip her hips. The swell of her hips was accentuated as she took a small step toward him, shifting her weight. As his eyes moved up he found her chest rising and falling in quick breathes, her breasts spilling out of the wired corset cups on every intake. Her blush went all the way down her neck, and when his gaze flickered up to her eyes she cast hers to the floor.

“Don’t get all shy on me now,” he admonished half-heartedly, pleased with her little show of innocence. It was charming.

She took another deep breath, drawing his attention back down to her breasts once again, and unballed her fists, starting to undo the bottom of her corset top. He watched her struggle with the little wire clasps that ran up the front for a long minute before he finally huffed a little laugh, “You need a hand?”

She looked up at him with those big brown eyes, and he wondered if it was more than just a show. Then she frowned and gritted, “Shut up.” And he knew it wasn’t. And that made his cock twitch in his pants. She finally got all the clasps undone and then tossed the offending garment on the couch beside her, unable to hide her pride at getting the damned thing off. She locked her arms in front of her, covering up her exposed nipples. He barely caught a glimpse of the pink skin. And then she seemed to realize what she had done and forced her arms behind her back, sticking out her chest.

“I’ve never done this before,” she finally confessed, but he had gathered that.

“I can tell,” he chuckled, “This might be the worst strip dance I’ve ever seen.”

That seemed to set something off in her. He was good at setting people off. Her cheeks were puffed out in anger as she slowly sank down to her knees, not bothering to hide her disgust at the old tile floors. And then she crawled on her hands and knees to him, swaying her hips and holding his stare like it was a challenge. He kicked his boots out on either side of him, making room for her between his thighs. Then he locked his fingers behind his head and reclined a little, the picture of unbothered, indifferent to her. And he saw exactly what he wanted. That angry determination swirling in those narrowed eyes as she let her cheek rest on his inner thigh.

She ran her hands up his shins, to the expanse of his muscular thighs. He felt the heat of her palm reach the bulge of his hardening cock, straining under his cargo pants. Her brow went up in accusation, “For the worst dance you’ve ever had, you seem to be enjoying it.”

“I’m easy,” he shrugged. Then her tongue was licking a stripe over the outline of his dick and his mouth fell open as he was unable to maintain his cool attitude toward the half naked woman between his legs. That had to be against the rules.

Before he could recover she was swinging her hips to the low vibrations of the bass that penetrated the room. She came up to her full height, giving him an eyeful of her breasts, making his mouth start salivating. Maybe he had just fallen for an act of innocence. Massaged them in his face, letting her head roll back as she let a small moan slip past her lips. His hands were moving on their own, in an attempt to assist her, when she slapped them away, “Hands by your side, deputy, or I’ll use your stupid cuffs on you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled out slow, gripping the sides of the chair to keep them there, but her threat just turned him on even more. Having her handcuff him sounded like a damn good time to him.

She swung one leg over his so her back was to him, and crawled down the slope of his leg, leaving her ass high in the air, and his hands squeezing the sides of the chair as she bounced a little on his leg. And then in time with music she was snapping back to sitting upright and grinding her hips just an inch above his thigh, letting him see that she was actually getting wet. Then she stepped out again, twisting to face him and kicked one of his boots so his legs came together before she sat in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and playing with his hair just enough to make his head lull back and seek her fingers. He hadn’t felt a touch like that in years, something intimate and gentle. Hell, if he knew a strip dance felt this good he would’ve started skimming money a long time ago, but he had a feeling it was just her making him feel this way.

She bit her lip, trying to contain a grin, and he felt like he was losing the game he had set up. But she made losing feel good.

Then the song switched from fast paced to a slow jam and she lit up, standing to dance in front of him once again. She was familiar with the song, mouthing the words as she ran her hands up her body and tangled them in her hair the way his hands wanted to. While she mouthed the explicit lyrics, he imagined her in his ear whispering filth only he would ever hear.

Her body rolled in time with the slow beat and she ran her hand down between her breasts, over her flat stomach and dipped between her legs for just a second before she pulled her hand back and ran her tongue over them, her tongue that was nearly on his dick when he had ticked her off. “You want a taste?” she asked, tilting her head curiously, and only then had he noticed his mouth had fallen open in want. He only nodded, sticking his tongue out as she stepped closer to him again with her outstretched hand. Her fingers were glossy from her spit as she brushed them gently over his upper lip, avoiding his tongue, and then pulled back, leaving him running his tongue along his lip trying to taste her. He thought maybe she was wearing some kind of strawberry chapstick as he savored a distant artificial sweetness.

He hummed his approval, and when he caught her eye again her pupils were blown wide. He could nearly see himself reflected in them. He was in a similar state. And then she stepped one leg between his and slowly lowered her hips onto his thigh, grinding on him in time with the music. Her skin was hot, like her entire body was blushing. It gave him goosebumps under his jacket where her warmth couldn’t reach.

And then she made a noise in the back of her throat that had him choking on the air in the room, which was suffocating him with a palpable heat. It wasn’t an over the top moan like from the porn he usually watched, it was a whine she had tried to hide but it slipped past her lips anyways. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard in his life.

She bit her lip and looked at him apologetically, “Hah, sorry.” And the weight of her lifted up, before his hands flew out to stop her.

“No, don’t stop,” he lifted his knee in a jerk response, applying more pressure to her clit. He pulled and pushed her waist back and forth over his thigh, making her breath quicken. She was so sensitive, shaking like a leaf as he pushed his thigh up hard against her, with intention. He wanted to give her that friction which clearly affected her. His eyes traveled down her body to find a wet spot on his camouflage, “Gonna make a mess on my trousers, girl.”

She looked away in embarrassment as he looked up at her in awe. Her lower lip trembled as he leaned forward, bringing his hand to cradle her cheek. He was completely entranced in her glowing red face. He wanted to stop the anxious tremble of her lip, soothe her embarrassment away however he could. But he found no words, instead leaning in, and letting his eyes slip closed as he brushed his thumb down her bottom lip. He could feel her sharp intake of breath nearly against his mouth. He can’t remember wanting something as simple as a kiss with such an intensity before.

She shoved at his chest and stumbled backwards, catching herself on the edge of the couch. His head was spinning from the whiplash as he watched her catch her breath moving as far away from him as the couch would allow.

“No kissing the clients,” she finally spoke after a few beats of heavy breathing.

“No? Just everything else?” He joked a little, trying to recover his own breathing and will his raging erection to go away. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she started clipping the corset back on.

He stood and slid back into his leather jacket and vest, slicking his hair back which had gotten a little disheveled when she played with it earlier. Then she awkwardly put her hand out and he remembered what he had promised her for such a nice private dance and handed her three hundred, “That’s some technique for your first time.”

“I’m a quick learner,” she nodded, gripping the cash like he was going to snatch it back from her and run. She led him back out into the main room without so much as looking at him and then ran back to the locker rooms, still a little unsteady as his eyes followed her out.

“I’ve been waiting out here for nearly a half hour,” complained Henry, getting up from the bar when he saw Gator. He barely understood the words, too busy thinking about how there was no way in hell he could wait another two weeks to see her again. She gave him a high he knew he’d be hooked on until the day he died. He figured he’d be a married man and still jerk off to her.

“Boy! You hear me? When your daddy hears about you fucking around--” Henry started to threaten, finally pulling Gator’s attention away from the girl. The shove of the white envelope into Henry’s chest cut him off.

“My daddy ain’t gonna hear about it, unless you want me burning this money up and telling him you fucking backward ass hillbillies lost it,” he said it softly with a half smile, contrasting the shouting of the older man who got even angrier as he lost his power.

“We’ll see about that. Don’t make me wait while you’re getting your dick sucked. If you’re daddy don’t make you answer to him. I’ll make you answer to me. Understand, son?”

“Maybe if your wife was better at it you wouldn’t have had to wait so long,” Gator leaned into the man, his hand hovering over the gun in his thigh holster.

“Alright, your time's coming, boy. Your time’s coming.”

“Whatever you say, Henry,” Gator grinned at him, “I’ll see you later.” He waved himself out and hopped into his truck.

He reached for his vape in his pocket, taking a long drag reigniting the buzz in his head that was worked up in the back room of The Tender Trap. He was trying to remember the way her face looked when she moaned, but his memories weren’t coming out right. He needed to see her again. And soon enough he was hard again as he drove back to the Tillman Ranch. The road was lonely and dark that night as he started to touch himself.

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tofuxtea · 1 year

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— 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

— PEGGING: armin arlert x fem!reader, nsfw, kinktober event

— HUMILIATION: eren yeager x fem!reader, nsfw, kinktober event

— MIRRORS: hange zoe x fem!reader, nsfw, kinktober event

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

— BREATHPLAY: suguru getou x fem!reader, nsfw, kinktober event

— BREEDING: toji fushiguro x fem!reader, nsfw, kinktober event

— MASSAGE: kento nanami x fem!reader, non-explicit, kinktober event

— THREESOME: satoru gojo + kento nanami x fem!reader, nsfw, kinktober event

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 + 𝐃𝐂

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄

— 10:12 AM: kurt kunkle x fem!reader, nsfw, perv!kurt drabble pt. 1

— 4:32 AM: kurt kunkle x fem!reader, nsfw, perv!kurt drabble pt. 2, penetrative sex

— PRAISE + SEMI-PUBLIC: kurt kunkle x fem!reader, nsfw, kinktober event, sub!kurt

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sykosomatic · 11 months

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kurt kunkle x male (amab) reader

potential warnings for: reader has amab genitalia, oral sex — male giving/male receiving, rimming, anal sex, car sex, voyeurism, being recorded, semi-public sex, powerbottom!reader… etc etc!

pre-killing spree. imagine it’s a test run for the real thing.

•••

it was late; you needed a ride home. you’d been out drinking with some friends. not enough to impair your driving per se, but you wanted to be safe. plus — well, you needed an excuse to see that cute spree driver again. he was a brunet, and you liked brunets. he had that weird sort of personality that sort of drew you in, in a strange way. he was kooky and you could definitely see him between your legs one day. maybe that day would be today; scratch that — hopefully today would be the day.

you were watching your phone, standing at the curb beside the bar, waving a lazy goodbye to your friends as you saw the notification pop up at the top of your screen, telling you that kurt had accepted your ride. you grinned a bit as you waited for him to arrive, scuffing your tennis shoe on the sidewalk. the car pulled up on no time at all and you climbed right in, smiling up at him.

“hey!” he greeted; his eyes were skirting around the car, twitching back and forth from what appeared to be cameras.

“oh, uh, hi —“ you responded back, a little surprised at all the equipment. “kurt?” you confirmed, though of course you knew it was him. before he could confirm it himself, you nodded knowingly. “yeah, i remember you from last time — i promise i’m not an alcoholic,” you chuckled up at him, choosing not to mention the cameras for now. maybe they were for security; couldn’t be too careful nowadays.

the driver seemed very pleased that you remembered him. “yeah! that’s me,” he said proudly, seeming to sit up a little straighter at the comment, riding high on the recognition.

“kurtsworld96,” the two of you said in unison, causing his eyes to shimmer.

a mild darkness set over his gaze after that, a moment of disappointment, before he sort of seemed to knock himself out of it. you saw him eyeball his phone, which seemed to be recording.

you didn’t mean to pry, but this made your cheeks burn with embarrassment. cameras made you a little bit nervous. “oh, uh, are you recording me?” you asked with a light nervous chuckle.

“oh, yeah — well, it’s sort of for my protection,” he excused with a light shrug. this seemed like a made up excuse.

“oh — you’re recording this for your channel, right?” you remembered, a deep pit in your stomach beginning to form. now it sort of started to come back; you’d checked his channel out a bit after last time, it was mostly regular stuff, a draw my life here and a let’s play there… but recently he’d been talking about. —“the lesson? is that right?”

he seemed to once again fly high on the recognition. “oh, well.. yeah, yeah, but.. well, see, i didn’t want it to be you — you’re one of my fans,” he sort of stammered out. he seemed to be figuring out what he should do.

the lesson, you’d managed to figure out, seemed to be a way to get a whole bunch of views in a short amount of time. he’d been planning on livestreaming his ridesharing adventures. you remembered he was trying something that seemed a bit ‘out there’ but you couldn’t quite remember what it was.

an idea began to form.

“the lesson — you wanted to get a lot of views, right?” you clarified; you wanted him to know you were also suggesting that you had a good idea for how to do that.

“yeah,” kurt confirmed. he glanced back at you in his rear view mirror, trying to see what you were getting at. “are you, like, offering to help me?”

you grinned up at him. “yeah! if you’re.. into that,” you chuckled. not awaiting too much of an answer, you nodded at an upcoming alleyway on the right. the two of you were still in a pretty brightly lit part of the city, with the party crowd still out for a long while to come — the only thing you’d have to worry about was maybe someone spotting the two of you from afar. “here, pull off over here, it’ll be safer to do while you’re not driving.”

he laughed a bit, softly, betraying in his expression that he was a bit confused. “i’ve kinda got a schedule to keep here..” he informed you.

“oh, i promise you, this will be worth your time,” you told him, flashing a wink in his direction as he began to pull off. he turned his mood lights onto a darker setting, leaving them purple so that the two of you could still see a bit, turning the car off and looking at you expectantly.

“okay, well, don’t.. don’t try anything funny, because i’ve got my whole setup rigged,” he half-warned. you gestured for him to climb into the backseat with you, waving him off in a playfully dismissive manner.

“oh, c’mon,” you chuckled at him, reaching up to move the passenger seat forward a bit, giving the two of you a little bit more room. “get back here so we can have some fun.”

kurt decided that you were worth listening to, and climbed into the backseat beside you. “so, you, uh, you’ve got an idea?” he asked, peering around at the cameras. there were enough so that all angles of the two of you were covered, not an inch left undiscovered.

rather than answering with words, you leaned in and captured his lips with yours, kissing him deeply. he made a grunt of surprise, and you peeked your eyes open to see he was still watching his cameras. you could see on his phone screen where he had comments pulled up. they were suddenly streaming in quick, offering suggestions.

you saw him close his eyes and sink into the kiss after a few seconds, and you wrapped your arms over his shoulders to pull him closer. “cmon, get comfy; it’ll get you more views~” you teased him. he relaxed a bit more, coming to a realization that sex sells — and, of course, he was about to get laid.

it got a little more hot and heavy after that, you climbing into his lap and grinding your hips down onto him, his hands exploring, your hands exploring.. until the two of you were naked in the purple lighting and he’d switched his stream to an adults-only setting. you had to teach him a few things, of course — he admitted to you he’d never gone down on someone with a cock before, but you assured him it wasn’t difficult.

you taught him how good a rimjob feels; and that wasn’t even for the stream, that was because you really liked the way he sounded when you had your tongue in his ass. then he tried his hand at it and sort of blew your mind a bit. then came the blowjobs. he was slow and reluctant, nervous to do it wrong or to look silly on camera, but he got into it soon enough; after all, he had the same equipment… and confidence gets more views.

eventually, you were lying on your back with a camera above you, and two of kurt’s fingers in your willing and aching hole. oh, it felt so good. and he was just so cute, wasn’t he? he had that sweet little dorky attitude and his facial expressions were just so adorable…

“oh, fuck-!” you whined as you felt a third finger go in.

“oh! you alright?” he asked, looking you over as you arched your back.

“oh… oh, im great…” you moaned, bending your knees a little more and opening your legs wider, getting into a better position. “can you fuck me now?” you requested, reaching down and taking your cock in your hand, stroking it to relieve some of the pressure building up.

he grinned and positioned his cock at your entrance, slowly popping the tip inside you and sliding in. it had been a while for you, and this guy had obviously never done anal before, so the two of you were both groaning out in intense pleasure, biting your lips and breathing heavy. “god, that’s good,” you moaned out as he went deeper. he took a pause, whimpering at the pleasure, before bottoming out in you. “so fucking good…” you whined out.

he looked back up over at the views he was getting, they were off the charts. more than he’d ever had. he grinned, mentioning it to you, but you were too pleasure-drunk to really retain the words. he started rocking his hips into you, gaining power and speed, and eventually starting to alternate the two depending on the comments he was getting — both from you and the viewers.

“oh, shit, im close —!” you whined out at him, holding your legs up against your chest as best you could, giving the world watching an insanely close view on your ass getting fucked. kurt took gentle hold of your cock and mimicked your stroking from earlier, and in moments your cum exploded out of you, coating his hand and your stomach.

kurt groaned as you clenched around him, emptying himself inside of you and holding there, spurts upon spurts of cum filling you up and spilling out onto the car seat. “o-oh, fuck…” he whimpered as he came, hands on your legs for support.

“bet that’ll make for some really good content,” you teased him, pulling him in for one final kiss.

#slashers #writing #male reader #kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #male reader x kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle spree #kurt kunkle smut #slasher smut #slasher x male reader #slasher fanfic

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weezerblue · 2 years

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kurt kunkle hcs (nsfw + sfw)

★★★★★sfw★★★★★

he definitely sings the adlibs in songs, sometimes only the adlibs and he'll just let you sing all the other words

most of the time he falls asleep before you and just leans his head on your shoulder and it's the cutest thing ever

he doesn't know how to cook like, at all so you'll have to either cook for the both of you or order something

he is pretty damn good at cleaning (what do you think he does with the dead bodies)

so if you need something cleaned, he has no problem but with cooking..... yeah he's definitely gonna burn the house down

if you introduce him to a game he'll immediately wanna know all about it so he can play with you

he remembers how to play at least one song on recorder from 5th grade and he brags about it endlessly, doesn't matter if you're dating him or not

he would have stacks upon stacks of essays sitting in his closet about pointless subjects because he wants to get all his opinions out on paper just in case someone randomly quizzes him on it which almost never happens, he just likes to be prepared

✩✩✩✩✩nsfw✩✩✩✩✩

he'll hold both of your hands down above your head with only one of his hands and you're honestly always shocked when he does it like it's the first time

he loves and I mean LOVES saying lil phrases during sex like when you're this 🤏 close to cumming he'll just quietly whisper to himself "yeah that's right, tell me how much you like it" and he genuinely doesn't realize what it does to you to the full extent

on the topic of stuff he'll say during sex, here are some nicknames he'll call you: cutie, babe, puppy, honey, and sweetie

while you're on his lap he's gonna kiss your neck from behind and rub your thigh gently, he doesn't know why but it helps him relax but it's counter intuitive in a way because this always ends in him eating you out in the middle of the living room

likes to feel loved during sex so if you tell him that you love him or kiss him a lot he actually might cry (and cum)

he wants and expects you to choke him, if you don't do it yourself he'll just grab your wrist and lead it up to his neck and tell you to squeeze. doesn't even want you to be gentle with it either, like take out all of your frustration on this mf cause he likes it

he's such a giver onggg he won't refuse if you wanna give him head, he just prefers being in between your thighs, making his favorite person feel good.

once in a while he likes to call you mommy, especially while fucking your brains out. "mommy's just so pretty isn't she?" meanwhile you literally can't speak cause of how good he's fucking you

if you agree to do the sex tape with him, he'll be so giddy n shit but you're most likely gonna have to take the lead, he's camera shy

a VERY loud moaner so yall are gonna have to either do it at your house or in his car, literally anywhere without any risk of anyone seeing/hearing

an avid sexter, and a good one too. ends off all his messages with "♡︎"

he just wants to do good for you so everytime without fail, he's always like "did that feel nice?" and "you like that?" paying close attention to your body language and sounds

malewife kurt. giving you massages after work, tidying up your room every few weeks cause he knows how hard it is to keep it clean, making sure he has your favorite snacks on hand cause he can't cook. and you reward him for this by railing him against the counter

you'd buy him a skirt saying "itd be comfortable baby, just try it!" and he does because why not,

but really it's just for "easy access" as you'd like to call it and he purposely wears shorter and shorter ones just for you

loves loves loves cockwarming because it gives him an opportunity to be as close to you as he wants and also he can just lay there and relax with you, probably falling asleep and getting woken up by pure horniness.

owns at least one sex toy, probably a fleshlight that he fucks when you're not around, thinking of you and while looking at pictures of you. he sees it as him showing his love for you in a more "extreme" way as he would say

A/N: I loved writing this if y'all want more thoughts on him lmk because this is just the beginning

#kurt kunkle #kurt #kurt x reader #spree movie #kurt spree smut #kurt kunkle x reader #spree 2020

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slvtforstve · 1 month

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𝗟𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿'𝘀...

𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗷𝗼𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

*𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗚*

- 𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 (𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴)

- 𝗚𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗻 (𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰 𝘚5)

- 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲 (𝘚𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘦)

- 𝗪𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿 '𝗞𝗲𝘆𝘀' 𝗠𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘆 (𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘺)

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆 @ 𝟭𝟬𝗽𝗺 𝗖𝗧

𝖲𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌!

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗷𝗼𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗱𝘀

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗷𝗼𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮 𝗻𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝗽𝗶𝗰

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justasimp1 · 2 years

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Kurt Kunkle x F! Reader

Fluff, Short-ramble

Cropped

You rolled around in your bed, groaning from boredom. You picked up your phone, quickly dialing your boyfriend. "Hello Y/N" Kurt muttered. You could hear a faint hum of a car engine. "I'm sorry, are you streaming?" "Yeah but I'll always have time for you" Kurt laughed.

"I'm bored, can you stop by my house for a second" You huffed, signing into his stream. Kurt looked concentrated on driving to his next destination. "I cant, sorry babe. I have to complete #TheLesson" Kurt muttered.

His views were gradually growing. The chat speed picking up. You groaned, pushing your head into your pillow to pout louder. "So much for you'll always have time for me" You grumbled.

Kurt's hands tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes narrowing at the cameras, almost as if he could see you flipping him off. "Please don't be mad because if youre mad I won't be focused and if I'm not focused I won't be able to complete the #Lesson"

Kurt rambled on, his hand guesturing to his frustration. "Whatever- talk to you later Kurt" You held a thumb over the red button. "Y/N!" Kurt whined, his knuckles turning white from his grasp on the wheel.

"I've been planning this for a long time please don't ruin it" Kurt put his head on the wheel. "Who cares about the stupid fucking Lesson" You flipped off his stream again.

"You said you liked it..." "Yeah because I'm supportive, I didn't understand what the hell you were saying anyways" "You know what...fuck you Y/N" The curse seemed like it was forced out of his mouth. "Fuck me then" You chuckled, sending daggers through your laptop screen.

"I can't I'm busy doing the lesson!" Kurt emphasized busy and lesson. "Bye Kurt" You scoffed, letting your thumb press the red button. You tossed your phone by your pillow, eyeing Kurt's next move on stream.

He seemed less energized. You didn't want to intentionally distract him from his project. You hated whenever he had that look on his face. You quickly typed something in the chat before closing your laptop.

KurtKunkles's69: sorry. good luck with the lesson

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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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